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Heroes of Dragon Age is finally open for iPhone.
I’m not sure, but I think we can add allies and what not, so I’m looking to add fellow...
I really love villains
not in a ‘poor baby is so misunderstood’ way
in a ‘your amorality is so fascinating...
Well nonny, I’ve got a handy list on my sidebar, which is part of the greater, you got this when you clicked follow spiel. But a list follows below for just Anders and Fenris.
I ship Anders with:
I ship Fenris with:
you know what i think about a lot
anders with wet hair from his first free thunderstorm
isabela with salt-encrusted lips and eyelashes
fenris with danarius’ blood under his nails (and refusing to wash it clean)
carver with bruises all over his face from defending his sister’s honor (asked for or not)
aveline with a needle, stitching hawke’s wounds
merrill with burrs and leaves tangled in her hair
sebastian with callused fingers from the bowstring
and varric with a brand new quill, cutting the nib, settling in over a pint and christening a new, blank journal
Enthrallment, new wardens, fall out from Fenris’ path finding him and no one is happy in this chapter. Well maybe Varania, in the end ;)
Warning: Violence, Enthrallment, emotional trauma
Kinks: DP with toys, role play
“Then let’s go see him, the longer we dawdle here the less chance we have to find Fenris.” Varania snapped, her patience gone for all of their talking. She was just like her brother in that regard and every moment that they stood there was another moment he was being taken further from them.
Aedan glanced over to where their newest recruit leaned against the wall, his blue eyes on them as they spoke. “We need someone to stay with Sirad.”
“I’ll be fine, the elven mage croaked. Just… Just need a moment.”
“He should come with us; no one should be left alone with that maniac on the loose. What if he returns to the mansion?” Varania said her voice a low growl.
Sirad brushed his hair behind his ear. The long fall of it swept down his back. “Should’ve known. Can smell a blood mage. I’ll come with you. It’s the least I can do after being freed from Meredith’s fucking grip.” He muttered to himself in what sounded like Tevene and straightened.
“Then everyone get their shit and let’s go,” Aedan said.
Varania got her staff and the rest of her armor on quickly before she returned to the foyer. She avoided Velanna; she wouldn’t even look at the Dalish warden as they awaited everyone else’s return.
It didn’t take long for the rest of them to meet back up in the foyer. Aedan had taken the longest and Zevran had had to help him put his armor on. As one, they trooped out of the house. Anders made sure to ward the door behind them after Aedan had locked it and they made their way to the Hawke Estate.
“Welcome to the Grey Wardens!” Anders said a little too brightly to Sirad.
The elf flashed him a small smile. “Thanks.”
Varania scowled as they went. She didn’t like Hawke, she knew Anders didn’t and this was not going to go well no matter how they announced themselves to the free mage.
“If he doesn’t help us, I’ll freeze his balls off.” she muttered as she fell into step next to Anders.
“Ooh,” Anders cooed. “Can I help?” He glanced over at Sirad. “We don’t like him.”
“I gathered,” Sirad replied quietly.
“He’s pompous and he… You’ll see when we get there,” Anders added.
“He’s a fucking sellout and if I could pin this on him I would just so I could take him out. If anything happens to Fenris he’ll be the first one to feel my rage.” Varania snapped, not angry at her companions but at herself and Aedan for the foolish plan that put them in reach of a blood mage so easily.
“Sellout?” Sirad asked. “I know little of Hawke other than Velanna knows him.”
“He’s a free mage living out in the open. How do you think he did it?” Anders said. “By being friends with the Knight-Commander and the Knight-Captain, that’s how.”
“Some mages will do things they normally wouldn’t in order to be free,” Sirad pointed out. “But it is questionable.”
“More than that but right now he’s our only chance of finding Fenris.” Varania fell silent as they walked and held her temper in check as they waited to be let into the mage’s home.
Aedan pounded on the door with a steel covered fist.
Invictus opened the door ready to cuss whoever had banged on the door and woken him from a nap. His face didn’t change from a sneer when he saw who it was. “I thought you were leaving today, Commander.”
“Less than a half an hour ago, a blood mage took control of one of my wardens and took off with him. I need your help to find them.” Aedan didn’t bother with dithering around their purpose.
“Good afternoon to you too Commander. Come in, and stop dawdling on my doorstep.” Invictus shut the door behind them and headed to the kitchen to get tea started. “What happened and why do you think I can help you?”
He noticed Sirad finally and tipped his head to the apostate. “Didn’t think you’d be the joining type but since you’re still upright I guess you’re a warden now?” Invictus said as he moved around the room.
“Some of us do what we must to remain free,” Sirad said in Tevene. He followed the others into the house.
“I know this too well my friend. Careful, Cousland has a legendary temper.” he replied softly in kind.
“I thought you said you knew little of him?” Anders accused.
Sirad shrugged. “I do know little of him. I did not lie.”
“Only omitted,” Anders growled.
“I don’t give a fuck who knows who right now,” Aedan interrupted. “We need to find Fenris.”
WHY AREN’T THERE MORE FENDERS FANFICS!! I NEED MORE FENDERS FANFICS…
Anyone want to help a fenders fan out with recs?
Cypheroftyr prompted: Fenris/Sebastian, Penance
Oh goodness, ok, so, a few disclaimers. A. This is my first time writing Sebastian to any great extent, well, ever. B. I haven’t had this betaed in the least and C. I don’t think this ended up sticking very closely to what you had intended with Penance, but I was already halfway through writing it when I noticed, so I hope it’s ok. *crosses fingers*
Temptation comes wrapped in black leather and lyrium.
Sebastian dismisses the thoughts easily enough at first – after all, no man within his right mind would claim the elf to be anything less than striking in both appearance and prowess in battle. The mastery Fenris holds over his blade is unprecedented, each thrust and sweeping arch executed with an effortless grace too impressive not to take notice of. It is only natural that he should allow his gaze to linger, to watch the flashes of iridescent light race along the length of his limbs with a sense of awe and appreciation. He tells himself the Maker understands, that his interest is born not from shameful intentions, but innocent curiosity. For a time he even believes the lie himself.
Thank you so much! I love it <3
Fenris has a revelation, and learns how talking can be beneficial to working things out. Zevran and Varania reconnect, as do Anders,Fenris, Aedan and Zevran. Aedan does his best to piss off Knight-Commander Stannard and it goes, oh so every wrong for everyone involved. How does Invictus Hawke fit into all this?
Kinks: Foursome (Anders/Fenris/Zevran/Aedan), D/s, willing sub!Fenris, Spanking
Notes:(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
The elf shot up as a horrible truth dawned on him. He didn’t know how else to act because he’d never seen anything else. The begging for pain, the asking for forgiveness and punishment in the same breath; the harsh words said without care for anyone else and the making up afterward; it was all he’d ever seen in Tevinter.
Danarius had cut him with words in addition to fists and magic. He’d only ever known cruel words that had destroyed and rebuilt him, others in the magister’s inner circle. He’d learned by a horrid example and it was how he’d learned to relate to others. He had no idea how to love Anders, and he’d treated them all that way.
The elf sat up and watched Anders sleep for a while as he turned his thoughts around and around in his mind. It made sense, that he had no other way to be, no other way to behave it stunned the elven warden to realize how unfair he’d been, and how stupid he’d been in trying to be what he couldn’t for the mage.
Fenris’ hand shook as he touched Anders shoulder and tried to get him to wake up. He felt bad about robbing Anders of sleep but he didn’t think he would be able to speak on this if he waited till morning.
“Anders, please wake up. I just realized something important and I need to talk to you.”
Anders groaned and blinked his eyes open. “Wha… What is it?” He croaked.
“I realized why I keep treating you the way that I do and I’m…I wanted to talk. I’m sorry I woke you but I didn’t want to let it go while it’s on my mind.” Fenris looked contrite as he watched his lover struggle to wake up and listen.
“It’s okay,” Anders replied and his voice was creaky from sleep. He sat up and rubbed at his eyes with the heels of his hands. “What did you realize?”
The elf spoke quickly, almost afraid that if he didn’t speak in the moment he wouldn’t have the words later. “That how I treat you, how I am… is because I have only seen Danarius and Hadriana act that way. I have had no other example of how to treat someone else. The way…the way I beg for forgiveness, the asking to be punished is partially how I was trained but also what I learned from them. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry…I have been treating you like I was treated and how they treated me; each other. I don’t…deserve you or your patience. I’m so sorry Anders.”
Fenris looked down and closed his eyes as he waited the mage’s response. He was afraid that Anders would finally realize how unhappy he would be if he allowed their relationship to continue, and realize he needed someone who wasn’t so broken in his life.
“I hate it when you tell me I can hurt you if I want. As if that’s an option I would ever choose,” Anders answered quietly. “I don’t want to punish you, but talk with you. You always seem so adverse to the talking portion and seemingly go out of your way to stop it when it happens.”
“I don’t know how. Talking was always a trap, some way for them to corner me. Pain is temporary; eventually I learned how to take it, and how to avoid it. It’s not easy and it scares me because I don’t know how. I’m …I keep apologizing but I don’t know what else to say. Why did I think I could be what you needed, that I could love you like you want?” Fenris muttered at the end of his venting.
“But there are times I’m not looking for an apology,” Anders said quietly. “Sometimes I just need to talk and gain your input. Sometimes I just need you to hear my side and then speak yours. How else are we to move on from things if that’s not happening?”
“My input was never required, and it was always a circular trap I could not avoid Anders. I know you are not doing that but just talking? Was never an option, it was one of the ways Hadriana abused me when she could no longer use her magic as a weapon. I will try Anders, that’s all I can do now I finally see why I kept running in the same circle of my own idiocy. I should have realized this sooner.” Fenris put his head down on his knees and tried to keep calm, not cave to the urge to use words in the same way they’d been wielded against him.
“It’s all right, love,” Anders assured. “I… It’s hard to know how to act when you’ve never known anything different. Your sister had the love of you and your mother. I had my mother and was lucky enough to be cared for by a few mages in the Circle. You had no one until you came to the wardens.”