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When the withdrawals hit, Anders nursed him through aching joints and fever until he could get his next fix.

Here's my gift for @ocean-in-my-rebel-soul for the @handers-time gift exchange!

I went with the prompt "battle-couple" and tried to capture the apostate badassery that would be Hawke and Anders in battle. Some unlucky templar is about to meet their end! I hope you like it

Close ups, crops and lineart under the cut

A small gift fic for @storybookhawke written for the Handers Exchange 2022 run by Reikah at @handers-time​ ❤️ 

Title: The Gifts That Kept Giving Rating: Teen and Up  Category: M/M  Pairing: Garrett Hawke/Anders  Tags: Gift giving, Romantic Fluff, Developing Relationship, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Angst  Length: 1,570 words

Summary:

Four times Hawke spoiled Anders, and one time Anders spoiled Hawke. 

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It started small. Little things, innocuous things; before building up to larger, thoughtful gifts that Anders wasn’t sure were even necessary for Garrett Hawke to prove he cared for the healer – not that that stopped Hawke. Bandages for the clinic, potions Sandal taught him how to make up, elfroot Hawke had collected on various jaunts outside the city… Hawke made sure Anders’s clinic was well stocked of everything it needed. Rare was the moment that Anders needed to ask for charitable donations to ensure the city’s poorest residents had a chance of getting the medical care that those above Darktown denied them.

But the first time Garrett Hawke tried to properly spoil Anders, it was before they’d got together.

‘I’ve baked you cookies,’ Hawke said brightly, on one day he walked into the clinic, his surly brother trailing reluctantly behind him. ‘You work so hard, and I thought you needed to eat.’

Surprised, Anders opened the box; the cookies were still warm and gooey and Hawke had clearly come straight from wherever he’d baked them to Anders’s Darktown clinic, and that thought touched Anders more than the actual cookies themselves. ‘That’s very kind of you, Hawke,’ Anders said, the best he could manage with the warmth that was blooming inside him at the dark-haired mage’s kindness and handsome, hopeful smile. ‘Thank you.’

‘I practised all week!’ Hawke grinned, clearly pleased with himself. ‘With a bit of help from Mother of course. It was hard to try to bake them over Gamlen’s fire instead of a proper oven – I must have thrown away about a hundred before this batch. Anyway, I hope you like them.’ 

My gift for @verifiedhawke for the @handers-time gift exchange is finally dooooone!! 

I had sooo much fun drawing this one, thanks y’all for the opportunity! 

(Some close ups below)

The afternoon sun streamed through the sheer curtains of the bedroom windows as Anders rolled to lay crossways on the bed, his bare skin still damp and warm from the bath. He rubbed his hands down his face and peered up at Garrett. “You want me to try on a… what, exactly?” Garrett disappeared into the dressing room before emerging with two folded bundles of fabrics, his robe swishing about his knees.  Glancing over the fabric, Anders frowned, taking in the raw but tidy edges. “I think you may have forgotten a step in making our outfits,” he hazarded.  Garrett laughed and set the cloths on the bed. “They’re supposed to be this way, love. They’re called kilts. Supposedly popular among the Starkhaven populace.”

- AO3: "Fereldan Hearts, Starkhaven Kilts" by @ocean-in-my-rebel-soul 

I participated in the Handers Reverse Big Bang, hosted by an amazingly organised @reikah. When I initially heard the idea that in this Big Bang the artist provides a picture first, upon which an author then bases a story, I was immediately hooked! What's more, I was paired with an awesome author, @ocean-in-my-rebel-soul, who communicated well throughout the exchange process and kept me motivated by sharing work-in-progress pieces and providing feedback :D It was a pleasure working with you, and I am amazed by what story you created from this picture!

An A/B/O Royalty AU arranged marriage fic for @thecryoftheseagulls (sorry it’s so late!) written for the Handers Exchange 2021 run by @handers-time​! 

Title: SOMEDAY MY PRINCE WILL COME Rating: Explicit Pairings: Garrett Hawke/Anders, Background Bethany/Sebastian, Background Carver/Merrill Tags: A/B/O, Omegaverse, Royalty AU, Canon-Typical Violence, Mage-Templar Dynamics, Implied Rape/Non-con, Bethany and Carver Hawke Live, Arranged Marriage, Angst with a Happy Ending, Explicit Sexual Content, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Explicit Consent, Smutty Ending, No Mpreg, Fluffy Ending  Length: 16,697 words

Summary:

A/B/O Royalty AU. The King of the Anderfels’ latest attempt to keep his unruly omega son in line involves marrying him off to a suitable alpha – to one Prince Garrett Hawke, soon-to-be ruler of Kirkwall – purely for political reasons. Prince Anders is decidedly reluctant to carry out his royal duties… at first. 

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Anders had lived all his life in a tower.

He might have been a Prince of the Anderfels – but he was also a youngest son; and that fact alone meant that his life was never his own, constrained by the bounds of his royal family and the dictates of the Crown, even if he hadn’t been born an omega mage. The moment his magic had manifested at age twelve, however, his authoritarian father immediately sent him from the dreamy, castellated towers of the royal castle to the looming, isolated tower of Kinloch Hold, an island fortress on Lake Calenhad housing the Fereldan Circle of Magi.

The Circles often had a terrible reputation: while they proclaimed to have been instituted for the care, training and oversight of omega mages, the Templar Order in some Circles flaunted and abused their powers with impunity. The Fereldan Circle was one of the better ones – Anders considered himself lucky that he had never been beaten (or worse, given how many alphas became templars) – but that didn’t stop him missing home… even a home run by his distant yet controlling royal patriarch.

The fact that the King deemed it best that his youngest son – neither the heir nor the spare, nor even the spare’s spare – would be banished so far from his kingdom, and away from local fears of magic (for the King was very image-conscious) in any Circle at all, was something that rankled with Anders from boy to man. Seven escape attempts followed; and it was on this latest shot at freedom that the largest complement of templars was sent to recapture the blond prince.

When they found him, Anders was spitting feathers. Figuratively, for he was furious at being caught, again – and literally, for the feathers on the shoulders of his outfit had ended up in his mouth from their tussle. 

‘I am not going back there,’ Anders declared to the helmeted templar who had grabbed him by the shoulder and inadvertently ruffled feathers into his face. Some blond tendrils of hair had shaken loose from his ponytail, and Anders shook them out of his face – being Silenced and handcuffed with his hands behind his back meant he couldn’t simply brush them out of his eyes. ‘Get your hands off me. You messing up the pauldrons on these robes is far more criminal than me running away from that blasted tower prison.’