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Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 19,666
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Anders (Dragon Age), Male Hawke (Dragon Age), Mage Hawke (Dragon Age), Velanna (Dragon Age), Oghren (Dragon Age), Sigrun (Dragon Age), Nathaniel Howe (Dragon Age), Bethany Hawke, Jacen (Dragon Age), Original Child Character(s), Original Child of Anders and Hawke
Anders/Male Hawke (Dragon Age), Anders/Hawke/Justice (Dragon Age)Anders/Justice (Dragon Age), Male Hawke/Justice (Dragon Age)Anders & Nathaniel Howe, Anders & Oghren (Dragon Age), Anders & Sigrun (Dragon Age), Anders & Velanna (Dragon Age), Anders & Bethany Hawke, Background Nathaniel Howe/Velanna, past Anders/Karl Thekla
Anders and Hawke have been running since Kinloch, hand in hand, through every Warden twist, Justice turn, and Hightown upheaval. When the Inquisition asks for Garrett's help, the two are finally forced apart. Anders copes about as well as can be expected.
Prompt: Hawke’s goodbye to Anders right before heading off to help the Inquisition, how well does that go down?
Graphic Description of Surgery, Explicit Sexual Content, Mention of Blood Magic (Dragon Age), Alcohol, Five Stages of Grief, Purple Hawke, Dad Hawke, Dad Anders, Bathing, Rimming, 69 (Sex Position), blowjob, Anal Sex, Crying During Sex, Alternative Universe: Hawke and Anders met a Kinloch Hold, Playlist, Podfic Welcome, Author is Anti-AI
"May I?" Nathaniel asked, holding his hand out expectantly for the letter.
Anders shrugged and handed it over.
"Well…" He said with as much shock as the rogue ever spoke with. "It seems like quite the honor, Hawke."
"Honor?" Anders crowed, snatching the paper back and slamming it on the table. "It's a bloody death sentence! Andraste's tits, it's like talking to children!"
He ran both hands through his hair, scratching violently at his scalp. His nails weren't craggy anymore, not like they had been in Kirkwall. They didn't tear at his skin or rip out strands of gold. The lack of pain was frustrating.
He was angry. He should be hurting.
"Love," Garrett soothed as he stood, gently prying Anders' hands from his hair and holding them to his own broad chest. "Let's just… talk about it, alright? I don't have to make a decision right now."
"What's there to talk about?" Anders snatched his hands back and the look of heartbreak on Garrett's face was too familiar. "You're not going."
Garrett could hate him. He could hate him for the rest of his life but at least he'd be alive to do it.
