Anders Appreciation Event

Inaugural Autumn of Anders, scheduled for Fall 2021! See pinned posts for rules and prompts. Please tag all posts @autumnofanders and #autumnofanders so we see them!

[autumnofanders]

Introducing the Autumn of Anders Event!

What is it?

Autumn of Anders is an inaugural celebratory prompt event for anyone who loves Anders from Dragon Age! The prompts are only suggestions; we will reblog Anders-centric content that meets the rules and tags #autumnofanders or mentions @autumnofanders.

Who can participate?

Fan content creators or consumers! On SEPTEMBER 22nd, 2021, creators can begin posting Anders-centric works. You can use the provided prompts or come up with your own. Content that will be reblogged includes fanfiction, artwork, moodboards, gifsets, screenshots, edits, playlists, ask memes, fic or art recommendations, etc. This list is not exclusive, but just to give you an idea of content to create for the event!

The blog will reblog or queue up posts (depending on amount of response) that tag #autumnofanders or mentions @autumnofanders until December 21st.

Bingo Cards

TBA

What content is not allowed?

We will not accept any of the following:

Content featuring underage characters (younger than 18) in sexual situations.

Content that discriminates against a marginalized group.

NSFW content that is not tagged appropriately (#lemon or #smut please).

Content where Anders dies or is killed.

Content which features a canonically gay or lesbian character in a sexual or romantic situation with a character of the opposite gender (i.e. no Dorian/f!Inquisitor or Sera/Anders. Some leeway is allowed for true healthy polyamory situations - Anders/f!Inky and Anders/Dorian, where Dorian and f!Inquisitor are onboard with sharing Anders, but Dorian and f!Inquisitor would not interact sexually). Note: Dorian or Sera in romantic or sexual scenarios with appropriate nonbinary or trans characters WILL BE reblogged!

Content from creators who leave negative comments on the works of other creators during the event.

Any other rules I should know about?

Please do not start posting your content early! You can start posting on September 22nd in your time zone. Anything in the tag or that mentions us prior to that date will not be reblogged.

Please only tag your own content. Fic and art rec lists count as your own content for the purpose of this event!

For nsfw content please tag using #smut or #lemon for the benefit of those scrolling the tags to be able to filter out nsfw content.

Use your own judgement with tags! If it's something you'd warn for on Ao3, please warn for it here as well, both in the tags and before the work you're sharing!

Tag Lists

For information about tagging format, see HERE.

Please send any further questions to our ASK BOX.

[anders-exchange]

Anders Holiday Exchange 2021

A mage has wandered out of Darktown and realized it’s almost Satinalia! I’m pleased to announce that I’m organizing this (very last-minute) Secret Santa exchange for Anders fans.

Please read The Manifesto (e.g. the rules) first and then submit the sign-up form if you’re interested in taking part.

Registration for this event will close on November 25. 

ETA: I put this together rather quickly. I’m still figuring out the logistics and apologize for any bugs in need of fixing. Please feel free to message me with any questions or suggestions.

[hollyand-writes]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

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.’ 

Read more on AO3…

[hollyand-writes]

Reblogging this for the @autumnofanders event! 🍂

[laniardraws]

This amazing fic by @rusted-pipe-of-wisdom inspired me to sketch some witch of the wilds Anders! Originally I wanted to “design” him a new look, but uh... I couldn’t come up with anything better than slightly modified Morrigan’s robes 😅 (He loves the skirt though. Looks good in it too 👀)

[laniardraws]

@autumnofanders reblob!

[dalish-rogue]

some sweet Dorianders for the lovely @midnightprelude 🥰💖

[dalish-rogue]

reblogging for @autumnofanders​ ! 💖

[laniardraws]

"The Conclave is destroyed. Everyone who attended is dead. Except for you"

@dalish-rogue convinced me to have a go at inquisitor Anders playthrough so I'm getting in the mood XD

Ah, someday I'll find a more efficient way to draw Anders' feathers. Today is not that day

[laniardraws]

@autumnofanders reblog!

[hollyand-writes]

My wonderful gift from @steampoweredshine, drawn to illustrate my latest M!Hawke/Anders fanfic! 

This lovely fanart was created for my fanfic “A Shit Time To Be A Templar”, which I wrote for the following funny kinkmeme prompt: "Anders shape-shifts into a bird, shits on templars’ heads. Bonus points for Meredith assuming the bird is a blood mage and giving Hawke a quest to kill it.“ 

I really love that steampoweredshine drew Raven!Anders for me, complete with little golden feather on his head :-D Thanks so much!

[hollyand-writes]

Also reblogging for @autumnofanders this lovely art from @delancet that she drew as a gift for my fic back in 2016!

[hollyand-writes]

A Shit Time To Be A Templar (M!Hawke/Anders fanfic)

I can’t believe I’ve written this, but I couldn’t resist the kinkmeme prompt! Was supposed to be my fanfic for September, but I didn’t finish it till today. 

3,488 words of crack and fluff. Rated M for swearing I guess…

Rating: Mature  Fandom: Dragon Age II Relationship: Anders/Male Hawke Characters: Anders, M!Hawke, Meredith Stannard, Knight-Captain Cullen  Additional Tags: Shapeshifting, Crack, Humour, Light-Hearted, Fluff.

Summary: Written for the following hilarious (IMO) kinkmeme prompt: “Anders shape-shifts into a bird, shits on templars’ heads. Bonus points for Meredith assuming the bird is a blood mage and giving Hawke a quest to kill it.” Takes place in Act 3.

READ ON ARCHIVE OF OUR OWN 

‘Knight-Commander,’ Cullen began, as the raven flew overhead, seemingly laughing at his attempts to dance out of the way, ‘perhaps we should conduct these sword drills another time.’

It was the second time that day he’d said it. Knight-Commander Meredith scowled up at the raven circling overhead, cawing delightedly at the way the suits of armour below ducked and dived. ‘I will not,’ Meredith snapped, jumping to one side, ‘be defeated. Not by the mages, and certainly not by a bird.’

And then it came, as surely as it did yesterday and the day before. The moment the Knight-Commander barked ‘Focus! Fall in line!’ at her men, enraged at how she’d shown weakness in the face of something so trivial, the raven opened fire and unleashed a torrent of crap on the row of helmets it flew over. Not a single templar was spared.

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And that was how Garrett Hawke found himself in the Knight-Commander’s office, tasked with what was probably his most bizarre mission yet.

‘So, let me get this straight,’ Hawke said slowly, brows knitted in incredulity as Meredith fixed him with a stony glare. ‘You want me to kill a bird, because it has been flying around shitting on templars’ heads.’

‘This is no ordinary bird,’ Meredith retorted. ‘I believe this bird is a blood mage in disguise.’

‘Blood mages don’t generally fly around shitting on templars’ heads,’ Hawke pointed out – not unreasonably he thought, but Meredith was having none of it.

‘This is a serious matter, Champion,’ Meredith said, sternly. ‘This filthy creature has been targeting the Order for days. How are we to defend this great city when we are too busy ensuring our heads are safe from its call of nature? How are we to keep the Circle in check if we face the mages covered in effluence?’

‘Nothing so undignified as a templar covered in bird poo,’ Hawke agreed.

‘Quite.’ Meredith paused, as if to check Hawke wasn’t laughing at her, before she spoke again. ‘I have my… other suspicions as to why I believe this is no ordinary bird.’

Well. Hawke had to hear this – if only to hear how much more ridiculous this situation could get. ‘Oh?’

Read more on AO3…

[hollyand-writes]

Reblogging this old fic of mine from 2016 for @autumnofanders!

[lumienyx]

Hello! For DA Drunk Writing I'd like to prompt Handers and #17, "Watching the stars from the window of a Circle." Can't wait to see what's up!

Pairing: Anders/Male Hawke | Rating: T | Word Count: 1740

Summary: In which Hawke and Anders watch the stars from the window of a Circle Tower, and freedom isn't such an impossible dream anymore.

A/N: very out of practice, very frustrated, but i do so hope the fluff makes up for it. sorry for the long wait Reikah >.> i hope you enjoy🍀

🎶 And so It Begins — Klergy

Read on AO3 or continue below the cut!

@dadrunkwriting

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"And so, it ends."

Anders barely heard his own voice, so quietly he uttered the words as he watched the stars dance against the deep dark cover of the sky.

A marvelous view from out the wall-high windows encircling the highest chamber of the tower. A view that Anders could only ever see on those rare astronomy lessons scattered through their curriculum. The windows on the lower floors were damnably unreachable, too high and too opaque for stargazing—for any kind of gazing, really. And the less the mages saw of the outside world, the logic went, the less temptation to venture out and see it.

Stupid reasoning. One that never quite worked in Anders' case, and so—

Here he was.

So many years after that last escape attempt—not attempt, he corrected himself, but a proper escape. One that led him to his dear friend become hero, to the Wardens, to Justice, to Kirkwall, and to Hawke. 

To Hawke, who stole his heart with frightening ease and made Anders forget what it's like to be afraid. Hawke, who stood by him, never faltering, even when Anders would beg for him to step back, if only to keep himself safe.

"I don't want safe," Garrett would say, incurable romantic that he was, "I want you."

One more dangerous, reckless step they took, tonight, on this path to once impossible freedom, seeing hundreds released from Kinloch's unyielding hold. It seemed a dream, and Anders would think it one, if not for his wounds still healing and echoing with pain. A good pain. A reminder that he was alive. That he was free.

They all were, now.

Anders leaned against the railing, closed his eyes, and breathed.

It had seemed too hard, at times, to breathe in this tower. They were never kept in the crowded dorms for days on end, and the classrooms were spacious, the dining hall fit for a palace, really, the corridors winding, confusing, but wide and often likely to lead to unexpected, undiscovered, and deserted places. Somewhere one could hide and contemplate the burning wake of an imprisoned existence, if one wished to.

Anders had wished to. Many times, far too many. That it was gilded didn't make this wretched place any less of a cage after all.

Now, taking a deeper breath didn't seem like much of a chore. Neither did smiling. Neither did leaning against Hawke's side as his lover approached and wrapped an arm around his waist. Warm. Gentle. Safe.

Happy, so ridiculously happy as Anders never thought he'd get to be.

"The last are out," Hawke said, just shy of whispering too, though they were the only ones here. "Some waiting for us, some off to... wherever else. Safety in numbers and all but I can't exactly tell them what to do." He pressed a soft kiss to Anders' temple, and Anders couldn't help but nuzzle into the touch. "No one can, now."

And if Anders had any say at all in the matter, no one ever would again.

"I'm sure they'll be safer with Fiona's forces."

Maker knew their small, if rapidly growing, chunk of the rebellion was a risky gamble, to say the least. With their stronghold built with magic and concealed with it, still a noticeable beacon to a templar sensitive enough. With the deliberate ambushes of templar camps holding mages prisoner, and now—even a venture to a Circle destabilized enough to be overrun and cleared of the Chantry's occupation.

"Don't think that's where they all went." Hawke tried to conceal his frown, focusing on the splatters of stars glittering in the distance, doubly bright now that the moon hid behind a cloud. Anders felt Garrett's magic push outward and coil into an invisible pool of energy right above the window glass, a buzzing siphon that summoned a handful of wisps that spun into what looked to be the burgeoning of a constellation. "Some just prefer going it alone."

Anders shrugged, watching as another wisp slid into place, forming a very familiar, very predictable figure. 

"Alone, not alone, doesn't make a difference. Away from the likes of me's all the better." He pressed his lips against Hawke's before he could protest. "Hush, love. I'm not upset—I just notice how some of them look at me. It's a bit unnerving but understandable." Anders smiled, hoping it seemed reassuring. "Me a decade ago would probably be horrified by me now, you know."

"Anders, I..." A few swift, a tad violent swipes of Hawke's hands summoned a few more wisps to add to the pattern. "I don't think there was a single person out there who wasn't grateful for what you did here tonight."

Anders placed a hand on his. "What we did here tonight."

"What you began." Hawke's hand slipped as he rearranged the wisps, and Anders gently nudged the would-be stars into their proper place. Hawke's smile was tentative, rueful. "The only one in Kirkwall brave enough to do something."

"With Justice," Anders corrected him, feeling pleasant warmth blooming in his chest, "and with you by my side. We did that, love."

Hawke huffed. "I don't remember there being a 'we' when you were making the Chantry into fireworks." A burst of wisps shot from his palm, some dying out, some painting the glass with the tail of the constellation—a firm finishing touch. "Without me, by the way."

The smirk was there, and Hawke's tone was light, teasing. No reason at all to make Anders' insides run quite so cold.

"I—" Anders swallowed hard. "I-I know you're still—"

"Shit." Hawke's embrace was sudden. Warm. Lovely. Feeling like home. "Listen—I mean, don't listen to me. Talk. Stupid shit. Sorry. Just messing with you. Of course I'm not upset."

That particular brand of furious Hawke had been back then mellowed down to upset, and anymore left unsaid. Even so, Anders only burrowed his head in the crook of Hawke's neck.

"If you say so."

"I do." Hawke pressed a light kiss to Anders' temple. To his cheek, then the other. Kissed his nose, his mouth—and drew the last one out in a languid glide of soft lips and twining tongues, kissing Anders deeply, thoroughly. It was nothing less than perfect. "Just, you know," Hawke said against his lips, barely pulling away, "next time you're planning treason or something, consider letting me in on the fun? I hate missing out on the good stuff."

Anders allowed himself a smile. "It's fun to you, is it?"

"Sure is."

"Dangerous ideas of fun, love."

Hawke laughed. "Have I ever been anything but turned on by danger?"

"Perish the thought." Anders rolled his eyes. "I mean, there's your unhealthy obsession with dragons."

"Mm, wouldn't call it unhealthy, and obsession is such a strong word..."

Anders gestured to the miniature constellation pulsating with Garrett's magic above the window glass in perfect resemblance of Draconis shining in the corner of the sky above them. "Case in point."

Hawke sighed in mock frustration. "Anders. Love. Sweetheart. Light of my life." Those gold-bright eyes stared at him with all the almost childlike earnestness Anders was glad Hawke hadn't lost through those grueling years of the misery that was Kirkwall. "Your stubborn refusal to accept that dragons are awesome is only keeping you from enjoying life to the fullest."

"Bullshit."

"It's true!"

"Cats are awesome. Dragons," Anders scoffed, "are scary and want to kill me. The only 'awe' that is is awful."

"If you can't see how cats are demons in disguise with their—with their deadly claws and fangs and Maker the glares and the hissing..." Hawke shuddered, shaking his head in disdain. "You're beyond help."

"Cats," Anders insisted, "are fluffy balls of joy."

"Demons," Hawke said, "in disguise. Ser Pounce Junior's tried to kill me at least half a dozen times—all in the past week, too."

"With his... little claws and... half-formed fangs?"

"Yes, with those!" Hawke pouted. "And the scratches hurt like a bitch."

"Oh, don't worry, love." Anders leaned in to hide his smile in a kiss. "I'll protect you from the big bad scary kitten."

"And I will protect you from majestic, beautiful, awesome dragons," Hawke declared, his lips curled into a goofy grin, and kiss-swollen, and so tempting Anders had to steal another sweet, fleeting kiss. "Fair deal?"

Anders knew he himself was smiling like an idiot, too, but couldn't quite stop.

Didn't want to.

"I love you." It wasn't a whisper, and it echoed in the empty room, seeming so loud, too loud for a place like this. Where sentiment used to be almost a foolish a risk as blood magic. Where such words whispered would sooner lead mages to ruin than to any semblance of joy. "I love you," Anders said, and it was as easy as breathing. "I love you," flowed freely from his lips, making him all kinds of giddy, and happy, making him feel complete, "I love you, I love you, I love—"

The rest was drowned out as Hawke drew him into another kiss. Anders drank him in, and moaned against his lips, and wrapped his hands around Garrett's neck, drawing him closer. Kissed him long, and hard, and deep until they were both of them left breathless and dizzy with it, smile pressed against smile, unwilling—or unable—to part.

"I love you too." A small blush sprang to life on Hawke's cheeks, even after all these years. Words spoken so softly it almost sounded as if his voice was trembling, and a look of such unbridled adoration in his eyes that it made Anders' heart skip one beat, and a few more. "You know that."

It wasn't so much a question, just a hint of it. Just a touch of hesitance—but Anders said firmly, "I do," because Garrett had never given him reason to doubt. Even when he should have. Even when the best thing to do would have been to leave.

Yet here they were.

Constellations above them and the walls of a tower finally empty of prisoners and so only echoing with pain, not screaming raw with it. Beautiful, boundless skies above them, and yet they stood with gazes locked, and Anders sought instead the constellations borne of reflections of light in Hawke's eyes.

On second thought, nothing about this seemed like an end—rather a new beginning, made so much sweeter and less daunting with Garrett by his side.

[lumienyx]

Reblogging for @autumnofanders❤️🍁

For the prompt — Kinloch

[laniardraws]

Fine mage tiddies direct from amaranthine

Warden-commander Deimos Amell and Anders during (well, right before 😏) their hook up in Awakening ( feat. Titty Robes)

Deimos belongs to @ser-thirst-a-lot who deserves all the mage boobies and booties in the world (also I had so much fun drawing his hair!)

[laniardraws]

Reblogging for @autumnofanders and also adding greyscale version I made a while ago, because just line art seemed too empty to me

[potatowitch]

“ we can go back to hating each other tomorrow. “ for fenders?! 👀

I had planned for this to be a relatively short prompt fill, but then it got away from me and, well, 1200 words later, here we are. @dadrunkwriting @autumnofanders Tags: pre-relationship, injury, caretaking, reluctantly sharing a bed, bickering

Anders' boots slosh through the filthy water flooding the streets of Darktown as he makes his way back to the clinic. Around him, refugees and beggars huddle in groups around fires that sputter and spark, trying to stave off the chill that permeates the whole of Kirkwall. It is a small blessing that the undercity is somewhat sheltered from the bucketing rain and howling wind, though that's not much of a comfort for the people still freezing in the sewers tonight.

Anders has left Lirene in charge of keeping the clinic open, purely so that these people have somewhere relatively warm to stay. As it is, he's running low on mana after a day of curing fevers and a late-night birth with complications, so he wouldn't be much help to his patients anyway. He groans as a strong gust of wind filters through the cracks in the walls that face towards the sea, bypassing his ragged cloak and chilling him to the bone.

Not far from the clinic, he takes a moment to lean against a wall and rest his aching legs. Rubbing his protesting knee, his ears prick at a shout and the sound of metal hitting metal. Gang fights aren't particularly noteworthy down here, but even Darktown's stupidest criminals don't usually bother fighting in the streets when it's this cold, wet and dark. His curiosity getting the better of him, Anders inches closer to the source of the noise, keeping plastered against the wall in an attempt to stay out of sight. When he pokes his head around a corner to look into an alleyway, it takes him a moment for his eyes to adjust in the dark, and he's momentarily baffled when he sees a blue flash of light in a vaguely humanoid shape scrambling in the mud.

Then his tired brain finally catches up, and he's readying his staff to dive into the fray.

From what he can see, Fenris is holding back against three men, while another four enemies lie dead on the ground. Anders catches sight of whips and chains on the belts of a few of them as he rushes over. Slavers, then. That explains why they're bothering being out and about in this weather.

"Hey!" Anders shouts. Fenris' attackers all turn around, and the distraction gives Fenris the space to get back on his feet and ready his sword again.

The three men would normally be a trifle for Anders and Fenris to deal with together - Fenris has already managed to take down the group's only mage, after all - but Anders is exhausted, and he has to keep in mind that Fenris looks badly injured and Anders will likely need mana to heal him once they're done. The fight takes far longer than it should, everyone's feet squelching in the mud, scrabbling to stay upright and keep track of where they are in the dark.

When their enemies are finally defeated, Anders leans against his staff with a groan, giving himself a moment to catch his breath before looking up at Fenris. The elf is braced against the wall of the alley, soaked in so much blood and rain and filth that Anders can't tell where his injuries are just from looking. He does have a hand clutching his belly, and in the gloom his nose looks like it might be broken. Anders needs to get him back to the clinic so he doesn't risk bleeding out in the mud.

"Come on," he mutters, wrapping one arm around Fenris' waist. It is a testament to how hurt Fenris must be that he doesn't complain, only hisses through gritted teeth as he wraps his arm around Anders' shoulders. Together, they limp back to the clinic.

"Bloody Void, Anders!" Lirene says when they make it through the door, getting up from where she's sat at Anders' desk to rush over. "What happened to you two?"

"Slavers," Anders wheezes. He can feel the eyes of all the refugees in the clinic on them as he half drags Fenris back to his living quarters. "Can you get us - Maker, everything? I need lyrium, and wet cloths, and -"

"I've got it, boss."

Anders nods at her, and helps Fenris into his cot, heedless of how ruined his bedding is going to be.

"Where's the most blood coming from, Fenris?" he asks.

Fenris weakly lifts his hand off his belly, revealing a ragged stab wound. Anders presses his hands to it, slippery with rain and blood, and calls upon all the mana he has left to knit it back together again. Once Fenris is not in immediate danger of dying, Anders takes the lyrium potion Lirene has offered him - his last one - and uses the tiny mana boost to heal a gash on Fenris' upper arm. That done, he gently helps Fenris swallow a healing potion and gets to work helping him out of his armor. Fenris nudges Anders' hands out of the way of the buckles on his gauntlets, trying to undo them himself.

"Mage," he grumbles. "I can -"

"Fenris, come on," Anders sighs. "Please just let me help you? I need you out of your wet clothes and cleaned up so that you don't freeze to death in your sleep. This will go faster if you let me do it."

He meets Fenris' eyes, wide and dark underneath all the blood and bruising on his face. "We can go back to hating each other in the morning," Anders says. "Just let me do my job."

Fenris sighs, acquiescing to Anders' help. Eventually, both he and Anders are cleaned up and changed into dry clothes. Anders strips his cot of its filthy covers, lying Fenris down on the bare mattress.

"You don't have to give me your bed," Fenris murmurs. "Where are you going to sleep?"

Anders shrugs. "The floor is fine. You're more hurt than I am."

"No," Fenris says.

"No?"

"You … kaffas, you saved my life, mage. Why?"

Anders raises his eyebrows. "Why? Fenris, we're -" He sighs, shaking his head. "No matter how we might feel about each other, we are still allies, and I am still a healer. I couldn't leave you to die."

"Then I cannot leave you to sleep on the floor."

"Must you be so difficult, Fenris?" Anders groans. "You are a patient. I am not letting you sleep on the floor. Unless you fancy sharing my tiny cot, you'll just have to deal with that."

Fenris considers this for a moment. "Fine," he says, and starts shuffling back towards the wall.

"What are you doing?" Anders asks, bewildered.

"I am making room."

"You're serious?"

"Yes. Come here."

"Alright," Anders mutters. He gingerly climbs onto the mattress beside Fenris and lies down, facing away and closing his eyes. Neither of them say anything as they lie together, and the silence is almost unbearably awkward, but Anders doesn't want to risk breaking it. He's exhausted enough that he thinks he might be able to sleep, even as uncomfortable as he is, if he just tries hard enough.

He's getting there when he hears Fenris murmur something behind him.

"What was that?" he mutters.

Fenris' voice is thick and sleepy when he speaks. "I said I don't hate you, mage."

"…oh," breathes Anders. A weird feeling tickles his throat, and he swallows around it.

"I don't hate you, either."

He hears Fenris huff a laugh. They both say nothing after that, though the silence is less oppressive as it was before, and it’s not long before Anders drifts off.

[laniardraws]

I remembered that these drawings are sfw so might as well post them here XD

Illustrations for the lovely @midnightprelude’s amazing fic “The Greatest Gift” she gifted me for DA Secret Santa. Go read it ASAP!

[laniardraws]

Reblogging my art for @autumnofanders and also recommending this awesome fic 😍

[laniardraws]

Hewwo 👀 I’ve been away for a while knee-deep in my smutsquisition assignment (but I finished it on time hooray!).

So here, have an old WIP (that’s no longer a WIP) while I’m sitting here vibrating with exitment waiting for a reveal on 8th of March ( I hope my giftee loves it!!!!!)

Karl and Anders being dads to small apprentices in The Circle

[laniardraws]

Reblogging circle dads for @autumnofanders!

[laniardraws]

Anders being thirsty for Hawke is valid, but consider also: Hawke being ready to jump into bed with Anders the moment he saw him

Hawke: well that's awkward. But in my defense, how was I supposed to know a handsome healer WOULDN'T ask me for sexual favors?

Carver: why am I related to you 🤦‍♂️

[laniardraws]

Reblogging for @autumnofanders !

[hollyand-writes]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

I’ve already listed this on my DA Smutquisition Exchange masterpost, but here’s the separate fic post for those who prefer to reblog that 😊 

My treat for @ser-thirst-a-lot​ for the @dasmutquisition 2021 event! This was one of the most ridiculously self-indulgent things I’ve ever written, with the most stupid Purple Hawke that ever Hawked. Thank you so much Ser-thirst-a-lot for a request that allowed me to indulge, and I hope it made you laugh! ❤️

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Rating: Explicit   Word Count: 2,151  Pairing: M!Hawke/Anders Other Tags: Purple Mage Garrett Hawke, Sex Magic, Humour, Songfic, Crackfic, Slight Canon Divergence (i.e. the Pussycat Dolls’ song exists in Thedas), Singing, Anders’ Electricity Trick, Anal Fingering, Dom Anders, Anal Sex, PWP, Top Anders, Angry Corff, Doesn’t matter - had sex 

Summary:

When Hawke thinks Anders is chatting up one of the Hanged Man’s barmaids, he decides to serenade him to get his attention. It works far better than anyone expects. 

(Note: Nella is the Hanged Man serving-girl that Emile de Launcet can sleep with in the “On The Loose” quest during Act 3.)

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Three years. Three years Garrett Hawke and Anders had been dancing around each other, attraction sizzling between them unacknowledged, and it wasn’t as if Hawke hadn’t tried. OK, OK, so maybe telling Anders that being possessed by Justice explained his whole sexy, tortured look just after Karl had died, hadn’t been the wisest move Hawke had ever made; but did his flirting count for nothing all this time?

He fancied Anders, and could see the healer fancied him. And yet… here he was in the Hanged Man, playing cards with Varric, watching Anders at the bar talking to Nella, one of Corff’s serving-girls. This wasn’t the first time it had happened; Nella was very popular among the Hanged Man’s male patrons, and for some reason, she’d had her latest sights set on Anders these past few weeks, and had been flirting with him every single opportunity she could.

Perhaps it was the chance to break down the man’s walls, and make him finally succumb to her charms in the end. Hawke understood that. He felt the same way.

The music was playing over the hubbub of cheerful, drunken chatter, but all Hawke could focus on, amber eyes narrowed in envy, was the scene involving Anders some metres away from him. Nella was leaning across the counter, batting her eyelashes at the man, plunging neckline exposing her cleavage, breasts on display in her tight beige top; and Anders… well, it was hard to tell how the healer was responding to her advances, but it made Hawke wish he were in Nella’s place, exposing his own impressive chest with chest-hair to rival Varric’s, and batting his own eyelashes at the man.

‘You know,’ Varric finally said, after Hawke uncharacteristically lost yet another hand through his absent-mindedness, ‘if you really wanna go talk to Blondie this much, I don’t mind if we stop. But you still owe me, Hawke. You’re four sovereigns down already.’

‘Why won’t he notice me, Varric?’ Hawke whined. ‘I know he likes me. I’ve seen the way he looks at me. He even laughs at my jokes! Why is he still holding back?’

‘I dunno, Hawke.’ Varric tried not to sound too exasperated; as fond as he was of his hairy human friend, he’d heard this subject come up a lot over the years. ‘Why don’t you go over there and find out?’

Hawke looked as if he was about to object; but then, suddenly a familiar beat came on, as the band in the corner of the tavern started to play a new song; and when a busty, scantily-clad singer took to the podium, Hawke’s face lit up, as if he’d suddenly got a bright idea.

Uh-oh, thought Varric. He recognised that look. Knowing Hawke, this is either going to be absolutely brilliant, or utterly terrible. 

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[hollyand-writes]

Reblogging this fic for the @autumnofanders event! 

[dismalzelenka]

Autumn of Anders: Prompt 9: Dreams

Rating: E

Pairing: Anders/Female Hawke/Justice/Nathaniel Howe

Summary: Whenever Hawke says "trust me," most people in her life have learned to start walking very quickly in the opposite direction. Anders and Nathaniel are not most people. Eight months after Justice is returned to the Fade, Hawke comes up with an experimental way to reunite all of them at the same time.

“Are you sure about this?” Nathaniel eyes the vial suspiciously as Journey thrusts it into his hand. It’s oddly cold for the way it vibrates beneath his fingers, and the liquid contained within glows a questionable shade of irradiated electric blue. “Aren’t you supposed to stay away from this stuff if you don’t have magic?”

Journey claps her hands together and practically giggles with delight. “Technically, yes. Practically speaking, we’ve been playing with the formula. There’s a buffer solution you have to drink, but we’ve tested it on a very willing and adventurous friend who had a fantastic time with no weird lingering side effects.”

Anders shakes his head wearily. “I still cannot believe you and Isabela tried that. It could have gone so badly—”

“Pfft, yeah, but it didn’t, right? I can be very meticulous when I’m invested in something. I followed that formula to the letter and made sure those dosages were absolutely on the mark.” She frowns when he doesn’t look convinced. “Look.” She waves her notebook in his face. “Do you want to see Justice again or not?”

“Yes, but—”

Nathaniel narrows his eyes. “Hypothetically speaking, what happens if the formula is wrong?”

Journey purses her lips. “At that dose? Probably just a mild case of lyrium poisoning. Nothing lethal. They have drugs for that.”

“Probably,” he repeats. He can’t believe he’s entertaining the thought, but when she’d proposed the idea a few weeks ago, he couldn’t help but be intrigued. The prospect of the three of them meeting Justice again in the Fade is an enticing one, even if he doesn’t quite understand how all of this stuff works.

“Don’t you guys trust me?” she pouts.

“I—” Anders begins, but he trails off and huffs out a laugh. “I suppose it’s up to Nate, really. He has the most to risk with all of this, after all.”

He studies the vial again thoughtfully. His curiosity is going to be the death of him one day. Probably. He shrugs and meets her eyes with amusement. “There are worse ways to go out, I suppose.”

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for @autumnofanders ☺️☺️☺️

[laniardraws]

For @autumnofanders prompt “Freedom”

Statue of Anders in the International College of Enchanters hundreds of years later (+ some baby mage students!)