#da2fic

Portrait of a Scholar

Ship: Kanders (Karl Thekla x Anders) Rating: G Words: 2,242 Tags: Fluff, Melancholy, Circle of Magi, Kinloch Hold, Circle Boyfriends, Age Difference, Pre-Relationship Summary:

After publishing a tome on force magic, Enchanter Karl Thekla is forced to get an author portrait painted, and Anders enjoys the process.

Regrading the WIP fic title things, can you tell me about, and give me a snippet for the fenhawke college radio AU?

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This one is ANCIENT, like 2015 levels of ancient, so it might be bad!

The host’s voice is a handsome baritone, like a stream of melodious velvet as he introduces song after song. The sound of it is more captivating than the music, which already has a hold on him. Having nothing else to do, Hawke’s imagination wanders to what this radio host might look like. Is he a human or an elf? A dwarf, or void, even a qunari?

“Remember,” the enrapturing voice reminds him just after a song so catchy that it has Hawke whistling its tune. “Callers may submit requests using the radio call line.”

The next song is just as fantastic as its predecessors, and so is every song that follows. Whoever is choosing the music, be it the host or otherwise, is doing a damn fine job.

I can imagine it a million different ways, dear Anon ♥️ but I did write a little fic for you while on the plane

As Fate Would Have It (1034 words)

Kanders, Anders x others (flings), T, unwanted kisses, wanted kisses, age gap, circle boyfriends, a little bit of canonical sadness

If someone asked, Anders isn’t sure what he would consider as his first kiss. 

There’s his actual first kiss — the first time his lips ever met another’s — at the young age of six years old. His village was a small backwater valley in the middle of Ferelden’s countryside, far away from everything and everyone. But by a small mercy from the Maker himself, there were a handful of other children around his age to grow and play with. Until he was old enough to work the field with his father, he spent his days trapezing through the rocks and mud with a group of his peers.

If he recalls correctly, Violeta was her name, a girl with brunette braids just a scant few months older than he. She was a menace — both in personality and in playstyle. She often led the small group of children playing in the pastures, creating make-believe scenarios for all to follow, assigning roles to everyone despite their wishes. Anders never had planned on sharing a kiss with her, especially at six years of age, but she had other plans. He never thought much of it as a child, nor as an adult now that it comes to mind. But he supposes her shoving him up against a tree and planting her lips on his would count as a first kiss, even though they were simply playing house at the time.

Then there’s another instance a little further into his childhood. He was barely fourteen and had only been in Kinloch Hold for just over a year or so. But still, it was long enough for him to catch on to the tower’s shared hobby of incessant but hollow courtship. Love and romance meant nothing behind those walls, save for entertainment in lieu of nothing to do. Apprentices constantly changed the object of their affections by the day, if not by the hour, and the enchanters were no better than the teens they often condemned. Flirting, touching, kissing — it was all just part of the game they played to distract themselves from the cruel reality in which they lived. It was a dance delicately played among the captured, though the real thing was far beyond their reach.

Perhaps his first kiss — that is, the first kiss he wanted — would be the one with Jamil, a fiery elemental apprentice just one year older than him. They had been eyeing each other all throughout the week, electricity building between them with heated stares and subtle hints peppered into their very public conversations. The dance they played was fun while it lasted, teasing each other until they were ready to snap beneath the tension of craving and youthful seduction. It didn’t take long for them to wind up in a broom closet together, hands searching, clutching, groping each other without going much further in risk of being caught. Not that they had much to worry about, seeing as they quickly lost interest in each other once they had satisfied the novelty.

Either situation might count as his first kiss, but in his heart, Anders knows the answer.

The first kiss he wanted, the first kiss that mattered, was his first kiss with Karl Thekla — the man who changed everything. Unlike the other memories shrouded in a hazy fog of time, he can remember it like it was yesterday, down to the smallest detail. The familiar musty scent of thousands of yellowing parchment pages filling the eastern library, how the cold of the stone flooring seeped through the soles of his thin leather slippers, the way the scant rays of the dwindling sun filtered through the high narrow windows and caught on the dust floating in the stale air like a slow flurry of snow.

Malcolm/Anders - “Waiting for Someone” - HOT. AS. HELL. ding ding ding ding oh mY FUCKING GOD my FAVORITE rare pair

Iron Bull/Cullen - “Bull’s Heart” - gentle and sweet, hot af with the size difference and the d/s and “kadan” aaaaaaaaaaa

Fenris/Anders - “soft as snow (but warm inside)” - exquisite art of an extremely soft and beautiful moment, i could cry

Anders/Karl/Hawke - “Chemistry is you touching my mind and setting my body aflame” - great poly! the sexy blasphemy is so much fun and they deserve to be happy together ;u;

Cullen/Dorian - “Mutually Beneficial” - quite literally every thing about cullrian I love in one fic, it really has it all! HRHGHGH AMAZING

>>> Werewolves & Vampires Edition

Different Worlds by xxMad_Donaxx Handers + M/E + 14k + modern-ish world, vampires & werewolves On one of his earlier escapes from the Tower Anders is helped out by a strange family. He thinks of the werewolves who helped him during his days in the circle. On his last escape from the Tower Anders is changed forever before war breaks out in his home country of Ferelden. Fleeing the fighting to the nearby city of Kirkwall, he comes across one of the werewolves that helped him so long ago.

Righting Wrongs by Cyberfairie Adoribull + M + 38K + vampires & werewolves, blood-drinking, cw suicide attempt, read the tags The problems began when the Inquisitor insisted upon bringing a vampire into her inner circle. Vowing to keep an eye on the vamp, Bull was surprised when Dorian proved to be unlike any vamp Bull had ever met. Begrudging admiration blossomed into reluctant intrigue as Bull began to accept that perhaps Dorian was more than just a vampire.

For No Good Reason [AO3] - a handers WW1 au

>>>> Modern Handers Edition!

The Late Goodbye by TCRegan rated G, 1838 words, angst, hurt/comfort, post-breakup w/ merrill Summary: Anders will always be there for Hawke, no matter what happens.

College Age by azuremosquito rated T-M, 7k words, some smut and fluff, a series of fics, drug use Summary: Not long after moving into the dorm, Anders sneaks downstairs for a late night laundry shift, not expecting his obscenely attractive roommate to join him after he'd already stripped down to his undies.

Dinner by radvsblue rated G, 451 words, neighbors au, ser pounce is sneaky Summary: “my cat broke into your apartment and ate all of your plants so i asked you out for dinner to apologize” AU

Penmanship by Tseecka rated M, 1528 words, teasing, oral fixation, professor!Anders,  Summary: Hawke sneaks into one of Anders' law lectures and proceeds to do his best to quietly disrupt class, armed with nothing but a pen and his wit. Anders isn't amused.

Sullen Vampire AU - feeding from the thigh - for @medievalmeme​ ilu (an au where Cullen is a vampire as well as a templar in DA2; here be feeding, blood, kissing and frottage. also i wrote this drunk.)

It had been their little secret, between Cullen and himself. It didn’t take long for Samson to realize there was something different about his new bunkmate in the Gallows. Cullen was twitchy at first, his moods growing strained and more irritated as time passed. Samson originally pegged it as trauma—the curly-haired boy had been recently transferred from Kinloch—but it was soon apparent that it was something more than that.

But that was nearly a year ago, and many months have passed since Samson learned Cullen’s guarded secret about who—and what—he really is. In a way, Samson proclaimed it his duty to care for the young vampire’s needs. It wasn’t at all what he intended to do from the start, but he couldn’t just let Cullen go starving nor prey on some poor unsuspecting soul somewhere on the streets of Kirkwall.

So when Samson feels a weight settle on his mattress in their room in the templar barracks, he immediately knows who it is.

“Lookin’ for something?” Samson asks, voice rough from sleep. There’s movement under his blanket, the weight of a man settling somewhere around his waist. He peels back the wool, revealing his roommate’s crown of golden curls.

Cullen’s amber eyes stare back at him in the moonlight streaming through the room’s singular window, almost as if they glowed in the dim lighting. The man gives him a tired smile, baring his fangs in a show that only Samson is privy to. There’s something else in his expression, something that Samson has a difficult time reading at first—the obvious signs of hunger... then a search for permission?

“You fed just this morning,” Samson says with an annoyed huff. His hand instinctively moves to his neck, rubbing at the healing bite marks that littered the skin there. “Anymore than that and I’ll have to start wearing scarves under my plate. Meredith will have a fit.”