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Thank you both so much! I went A Direction with this but I hope you like it!!

(If you’d like me to write you a dragon age fic, send me a prompt from here!)

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@badthingshappenbingo

Fandom: Dragon Age 2

Pairing: Kanders

Characters: Anders, Karl

Tags: pre-DA2, derogatory reference to sex work, casual reference to sexual abuse, graphic reference to sex / implied sexual abuse

Rating: Mature

“How much did they put on him this time?”

Karl is trying and failing to write an essay. He has been trying and failing to write an essay all morning. It’s supposed to be an article he’s hoping to submit to the Aequitarians on the use and limitations of Force Magic. It’s supposed to be good. He thinks it could have been. Except that Anders made his most recent escape attempt 52 hours ago and Karl has not been able to sleep, eat or write since. The pair of templars making no effort to keep their voices lowered where they’re standing against the wall opposite his table aren’t helping.

“Three. Gold. Pieces.”

The first templar lets out a low whistle that echoes strangely against the metal of his helmet, and Karl imagines Anders laughing at that and trying to hide it, and his heart clenches in a terrible twist in his chest. He keeps moving his quill above his long since abandoned parchment, the ink on its tip drying black like old blood.

“Aren’t they worried that’ll start a bidding war? Men have been killed for less.”

Karl presses his teeth together until they squeak to stop himself from crushing the feathers of his quill. He’s ruined too many, and Owain won’t forgive him another broken pen. The second templar speaks again - Karl thinks it’s Istyn, but it’s always hard to tell under the steel masks of their helmets.

“At this point, Greagoir’s counting it. Getting that piece of shit caught between two sellswords fixes his problems for him. And saves us another blighted trek through the bleeding wilds.”

Another commission, this time for @hoochieblues and their Dragon Age fic Feasting on Dreams (go read!!!)!

FWOOP i wrote a thing.

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She doesn’t see her brother much anymore. She could, if she dared to venture out to the Gallows, but the very thought fills her with dread. So she doesn’t. He writes occasionally, but more for Mother’s benefit than hers, she suspects. If he ever visits Kirkwall proper, it’s never to see her. It’s for the best, really. The last thing either of them need is someone taking too close a look at her. Still, walking around the city without him looming behind her feels odd.

After a particularly messy evening spent dealing with a new, uppity group of bandits in Lowtown, the last thing she expects to see when she finally returns to the estate is the silvery sheen of templar armor. She tenses as she steps through the front door and glimpses silver, but her dog brushes past her with a bouncy trot that is entirely unbecoming of a warhound.

Well, a warhound mutt.

She realizes it’s Carver when he turns to face her, his face cast in shadow but familiar all the same. Bear trots right up to him, and Carver offers her dog his hand to sniff without glancing down. “You look like you’ve been busy,” he says, and idly scritches Bear behind one ear.

Thanks for the ask!! I haven't done these yet. 30 is great. 👀

The biggest compromises Journey and Anders have to learn how to make for their marriage to survive the events of TPWIB actually have somewhat to do with the things that drew them to one another in the first place.

As I mentioned in the previous post, Anders adores Journey's particular brand of reckless bravery. She has a tendency to throw caution to the wind and just Do The Thing that really revs his engines so to speak. Unfortunately, her almost dying in his arms fucks that up for him a bit. She's always been sort of larger than life to him, untouchable almost, with this insane sort of luck that finally almost runs out one day. And that's the day he realizes after Karl he absolutely cannot handle losing a second lover to battlefield casualty. (Which. Ok. That's valid.)

This leads to him getting really controlling at times and making decisions for her instead of involving her in them, and it turns into a repeating problem because he convinces himself he's protecting her and then makes big dumb life choices without involving her (read: without her convincing him he's being a self sacrificing dumbass).

Their compromise is that she agrees to be a little more careful and think things through more, and he agrees to rein in his tendency to be really controlling and actually talk things through with her when decisions involve the both of them.

OH BOY.

The level of petty here is debatable depending on who you relate with the most in this scenario, but Journey and Nathaniel at some point discover they are on opposite sides of a bitter sports rivalry.

He's a diehard Denerim Mabari fan and she's been a Redcliffe Rams fan her entire life. Feral Dan the Fighting Mabari and Lord Woolsley the Demon Ram do not get along. The day these two teams play each other in South Regionals is the day poor Anders basically retreats into the kitchen and hangs out with (gets drunk with) Velanna and commiserates with her about being the Not Sports Fan in the relationship while his partners yell at the TV and each other in the living room and Sigrun watches with glee from the sidelines.

Anders and Journey are both very physical, fairly promiscuous people. It's one of the many reasons they're extremely compatible — casual sex is a thing they both engage in frequently. Shit, they started out banging casually before feelings happened. So even after they start dating and get married, they still hook up with other people separately and together and it's never really a Thing. They just discuss it with each other and are careful and respect each others' boundaries, but to be honest there aren't many outside of "tell me where you're going and how I can reach you in an emergency" and "use protection." This is a side of him that gets buried after Karl and Justice that she sort of quietly draws back out of him. It's something Justice frowns on at first but realizes is something that helps Anders and keeps him grounded and himself when shit hits the fan and begrudgingly accepts.

Emotional attachment is dicier. It's what makes finding out he and Nate were together while she was away kind of painful to accept at first, and also why it was so hard for her to admit she and Nathaniel kissed before she left. It's also part of what makes finding out about Karl so hard for her. Like, her husband kept the fact that he had a dead fiancé from her for ten years and clearly never intended to ever tell her at all had the secret not come out, which sucked enough, but then she's also having to contend with the idea that she's not the first person he's been this head over heels for. Because when it comes to emotional attachment, he was her first.

So I guess jealousy tends to come up more between them when things get hidden, and part of the implication is that these things are worth hiding in the first place.

With Nathaniel, as the third partner who comes into the relationship four years after Anders and Journey have been married, he's got a bit of insecurity about his place between them that makes him actively push Anders away for a while when Journey gets back. He can handle pulling away from Anders and remaining friends. He can't handle the thought of being a token in their marriage or coming between them or eventually being thrown aside for the sake of an established relationship, and it takes him realizing he's in love with Journey too before he's willing to admit he could make it work with the two of them.

Eventually they take advantage of shady Warden legal loopholes and effectively add Nathaniel to their marriage legally and are like congrats loser you're stuck with us forever now 🥰

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🧐- Share a random useless fact that you know.

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for the ask game if you want :)

thank you for asking! and to @lilyaceofdiamonds for also asking 🦄!

🦄: miyuki from atla. i am sure this is asking for, like, a species and not one actual specific, individual animal, but i'd be miyuki. because she's a cat who is well loved and cared for, and that's what i want to be in real life anyway, and who is also apparently some kind of insurrectionist and i love that for her.

🧐: i saw this and of course then magically every single snippet of useless trivia i possess instantly left my brain and has yet to return, lol, except that the name of the continent on which dragon age takes place is called thedas because in planning it stood for "the dragon age setting" and then they just never changed it, and i do enjoy that little tidbit very much

(If you’d like me to write you a dragon age fic, send me a prompt from here!)

@dadrunkwriting

@badthingshappenbingo

Fandom: Dragon Age 2

Pairing: Fenders, dark Fenhawke

Characters: Anders, Fenris, Hawke, Merrill, Isabela

Tags: abusive partners, jealousy, possessive abusers, whump

Rating: Mature

“Did you think I wouldn’t find out?”

It’s only ten years of torture under Danarius’ hands that stops Fenris from falling, fatally, down the stone steps to darktown and cracking his head open. As it is, his feet slip down the hot, dry stone, tripping until he gets his purchase, mind reeling from the sheer force of the punch that had connected with the side of his head.

If Hawke is surprised that Fenris isn’t dead, he doesn’t show it, marching down the staircase to pick up Fenris easily by the armour on the front of his chest. His face is a mask of fury, eyes dark with anger under the craggy cliff of his brow, teeth bared as his lips pull back in a snarl. He shakes Fenris, hard enough for Fenris to feel something crack in the back of his neck in a way that sends nauseating pain up into the back of his skull and down into his back. “Did you think I wouldn’t know?”

Hawke raises his arms and hurls Fenris onto the stone steps, and Fenris barely has the time and sense in his aching head to wrap his hands around his skull as his body bounces against the staircase.

His ribcage connects with the edge of a step with a blistering, splintering crack and Fenris doesn’t have time to thank the Maker that the broken bone miraculously misses his lung, because Hawke is still coming after him. Bruised and wounded and, he is beginning to suspect, concussed, Fenris gets to his feet. The few people who’d decided to traverse the Kirkwall evening scatter out of the way, staring at the tattooed elf and the Champion of Kirkwall, who’s coming after him with all the fire of Andraste herself.

(Ha, so this isn’t actually a Dragon Age WIP - it’s a vampire-regency-secret agent fic based on a tabletop I play. These two characters are supposedly on opposite sides but are far too distracted by their UST. He has just caught her sneaking into a ball, and has been successfully flirted into helping rather than turning her in.) The hands gripping her were shaking slightly, she realised, and the deep breath Isidore took shook as well. “You’re here for the Daywalker rings?” he said softly. Prudence nodded, and he let out a defeated laugh. “You’re going to be the death of me. Pretend to swoon, and I can take you into the private areas.”

She snorted a little. “Just swoon, just like that? Being a delicate female, and all that.”

“I can give you reason if you’d prefer.” She was about to laugh, or roll her eyes, when she read the absolute sincerity in his eyes.

Mouth suddenly dry, she could just about make herself nod. “All right then, Romeo. Sell it.”

Her permission had barely left her lips before he had swept her up against him and kissed her, deeply and with an intensity tinged with desperation, as though she was the air he’d breathe, the ocean he’d drown in. His fingers slid into her hair, dislodging pins holding her elegant hairstyle in place, as his other pressed at her waist, holding her close and gently sweeping her back until he was holding her in a perfect dip. It’s a cover it’s a cover it’s a cover she chanted to herself, even as she clung to him in turn, gasped into the kiss, and felt her head spin, suddenly lightheaded and giddy -