This is a small fenders piece dedicated to @ithinkitsdashing he gave me the idea to write something for this post that has Fenris shouting at a lizard XD I could have sworn that I had seen a picture of a lizard asleep in a rose on this post but i can’t find it, but that is where I got the rose idea from!
“You dirty fucking lizard!” Was the first thing Anders heard when he walked through the door. When he came home he would either be treated with silence, as Fenris may have been reading by the fire, or by the sound of training dummies being beaten into submission. Never had he heard obscenities being shouted at a lizard.
Climbing the stairs to investigate he thought about the hot summer they had been having and the new vermin traveling the streets. Nothing like the smugglers or slavers. Not even like the rats that scampered in the sewers, these came from the north on ships bearing the Antivan seal. They never caused much harm, only a shock if they happened to run out in front of you on the streets. They kept to themselves, just basking in the baking sun and hiding away at night.
When he walked into their room he did not expect to see his elf indignantly staring at a lizard, no longer than a cats whisker, hanging from the end of his finger. The little thing it seemed had taken a dislike to the prickly elf.
“Get off of me you blasted thing.” Fenris continued to shout at the creature, shaking his hand violently.
“Fen, what’s going on?” Anders inquired whilst hiding his smile and the laughter trying to break free.
“This stupid bloody pest had taken up residence where I would rather it not!” He said still glaring at the tiny lizard. Anders thought it best to take the elf out of his misery, and whilst stifling his laughter, went to prise the little lizard from his lovers finger. He gently took it over to the window and placed it outside.
“Right, now thats sorted. Would you mind telling me why you were being attacked by Kirkwalls newest visitor?” He said with a smile as he walked over to the elf, who now had a slight blush dusting his cheeks and ears. The elf mumbled a response, but before Anders could ask him to repeat it Fenris had turned to pick something up that was hidden behind his chair.
“Oh Fenris, they are beautiful! But this still doesn’t explain the lizard that was hanging off you finger?” Before him Fenris had presented a marvellous bouquet of roses, all soft pinks and softer petals. As Anders reached for them he saw that the spines had been removed and a pink bow had held them neatly together. It was stunning.
“The little blighter had taken a liking to these. He was asleep in one. He didn’t like me waking him.” Fenris mumbled, the blush had grown to a colour akin to the roses that he had gifted. It was adorable. Anders brushed his fingers over the sharp cheekbones and trailed them down to Fenris’s lips, hushing him.
“I love them, thank you. And thank you for protecting me from the scary lizard.” Before he could snap a response Anders kissed him soundly on the lips, his free hand winding around his waist to pull him close. They melted together, gently showing his appreciation to his powerful warrior.
“I should put these in some water, I’ll be right back.” Anders mummered against his lips, taking a moment to look into Fenris’s deep green eyes. “My brave warrior”. Those soft eyes flashed and Anders felt a smack fall on his arse, he giggled and skipped off to the bath chamber to get the water.
For the @dapromptexchange wonderful fill-a-thon!! I’m glad I saw this as it gives me a boost to write when I have been so down about it recently, so thank you for that 💙
Bull x NB!Inquisitor / emotional trauma / comfort / fluff / repressed memories / Katoh used / aftercare / 1500 words
The Waking Sea never let anyone sleep in for long, even with the warm sunshine illuminating the golden thread curtains, they were brushed away by the brisk east wind sailing into the love warmed room. A shiver danced up Kat’arrs back. Clanking of horns against the gilded bed frame and thump of a glass lamp hitting the floor shattered the silence that lay over the couple. Deep groans, unlike the ones that had been echoing in the chastened darkness last night, came as more of a confused chuckle from the chest under their ear.
“We told Varric we weren’t gonna break nothin’” Bulls chest rolled like waves that washed an air of calmness over the unwelcome crescendo of a shattered morning sleep. Warm hands chased the cool breeze and caressed the soft stubbled hair at the back of their neck, loosely playing with the leather rim preventing a soothing massage.
“I really shouldn’t sleep with my helm on it alwa-” Suddenly cut off by a gentle pull from the top of their head, brought scared lips to a short embrace.
“I like your helm, good for grippin’“ Releasing his grasp, the feeling of buckles clumsily loosening shook the helm loose from Kat’arrs skull.
“I could say the same about yours, but they can be rough on my thighs.” They hummed as gentle stumped fingers slid the weight off their head, massaging where tightness still gripped their sore scalp.
No more than a chuckle made it out of Bull before there was a thud of dragon bone and everite hitting the marble floor.
“If thats cracked, we’re gonna have to find another dragon to fight, you know that?” Kat’arr said with a smirk against the crook of Bulls neck, softly playing with the supple skin there, teeth and tongue careful not to mar the battle worn skin with more bruises.
“’Corse, why you think its on the floor now!” Bulls voice lit up with joy only found from seeing the power of a dragon almost bite his head off.
After a deep chuckle the breeze carried away all conversation, leaving sun warmed silence looking out over the towers of Val Rroyeaux. Wrapped in strong arms and free of the dragon horns, it was almost perfect to drift back into the silken sleep that accompanied the Inquisitors lavish chambers. The meetings, nobility and responsibility did not exist past the oak door, within plush cushions and conveniently strong chandeliers.
When next Kat’arr opened their eyes, there was a silver platter of fruits, meats and berries alongside what used to be a kettle of hot tea. For a moment there was a twinge of guilt for the poor servant coming in and finding the room, and its occupants, in such a blissfully ruined state, but instead it just made them smile. Ponsy Orlesians need to get used to a bit of roughing up.
Bulls chest lifted with a heavy sigh, almost letting Kat’arrs head slip off his ample bosom.
“Glad your awake Boss, my arm was fallin’ asleep.” He said with no hint of malice as he slipped free of being a pillow to reach out and pluck a ripe berry from the platter, offering it to Kat’arrs soft lips. A soft smile of thanks and with that Bull turned to pluck at more delicious food.
“They gonna want you this evening? You know they won’t liste-” Bull turned his head just in time to see a tangle of silken sheets and grey skin in turmoil as his companion struggled to break free of the lavish bedding.
“Whoah, whoah, whoah, hey.. hey, steady there, its okay Kadan” He reached over gently to release them from the snake like sheets, a simple tug and the last wrap fell free, releasing Kat’arr sending them skittering to the edge of the bed. Sleep rested muscles were now tense and soft eyes had a wild look of primal fear. Bull had seen this before but only on the battle field when darkness was on all sides, their world crashing down unable to find an escape, but when bull would pull them in and bring them back to the here and now, it was easier to calm the biting pain behind their soft golden eyes.
But something was different, he couldn’t place it.
“Kadan, hey, Kat come here, I got you, were here in Orlais, you are safe, nothin; is gonna get you whilst I’m about.” He reached out, trying to get those wild eyes to see the now, not the demons of the past. Slowly turning to caress their chin, nudging them to look at him, to know they were safe. But where they would have leaned into his warmth on the battle field, Kat’arr jumped as if they had been beaten by a hammer of scorching fire.
“Katoh! Katoh, katoh, katoh… please… ka-” That internal fire roared before ebbing into a pitiful candle light as they sunk to the cold marble floor now hard under their feet. Bull stayed silent, letting the demons run their course, and as hard as it was to watch that pain flood his love, he knew it was for the best, he sunk his fingers hard into the mattress still below him. There were many things he thought to do, soft ways to let them know he was there, but he had to do nothing, Katoh was katoh, and although unexpected, he respected their need to recalibrate and have peace.
Minutes passed in heavy breaths, not a muscle twitched nor word spoken.
Bull finally had to speak.
“What do you need?” Softer than he ever remembered speaking before, he breached the silence hoping to bring light back to the situation.
It could be so many things, he had been working through the possibilities for their outburst. He knew they had suffered with the Wardens in the past, but that is why battle scared them so much, this was no ordinary battle. The breach and pain from the mark caused daily discomfort but never to this degree, and although it glowed it dod not seem volatile at this time. Many years of travel and loneliness scarred their heart, but darkness was washed away with the late morning light, no demons hiding there. Yet so much fear had gripped them, it must be something, but for now that matters not, only that they come back from this internal pain.
“Please, take that tray out of my site. Now.” He barely heard those rasped words, but complied. He smirked as he took the tray to the hall and gave a small gentleman what must have been the ‘biggest’ fright of his life.
When he entered again Kat’arr was standing by the bed, looking far smaller than they should have done, many jokes had been made in the past about how he must feel like a dwarf in their presence, but not now. He didn’t like not knowing what to do, but he saw in the shudder that ran through Kats body that they needed help. Striding over, soon his arms encompassed this tower of a quinari, holding their crumbling foundations as their walls gave way to the pressure inside. Sobs racked their body, shaking like the earth over a rift.
“I hate remembering that time, I’m sorry, it just... I never have, not really, remembered anything from my family, it just, it threw me back too far... I just... I don’t know what to do.” Bull guided the falling rouge into the disheveled bed, as they continued rambling about days long since past, and apologies from the heart tumbled out.
He let them talk, little of it made sense unless he were Kit, but he listened to all the half stories and pieced together what he could, all in stoney silence, a rock to cling to in a withering storm.
When silence slowly fell on the room, he smiled down at the top of the storm white hair as he felt muscles relax and soft murmuring snores fell over his chest.
A risk he was willing to take, Bull slipped out of the room with stealth that almost matched the demon boy. With only a loose robe over his shoulders he hunted down his prey before making his way past the kitchens only for a pot of fresh tea and those fancy Orlesian cakes, avoiding the ones with berries on top just in case.
Finding his love still slumbering, a smile crossed his cracked lips. Eyes flittering as the sound of the door closed, he got a trepidatious smile in return, that grew as Kat saw the steam coming off the kettle.
“You don’t have anywhere to be today Kadan, Josie has called off the meetings with Lord Sick-up-his-arse and Lady Shoes-more-important-than-my-servant.” He smirked as he placed the tray down and passed over a fresh cup.
Nothing was said, but thanks were given in other ways, soft touches and gentle hums of sweet songs. They day passed and the cocoon Bull had made stayed strong against any major intrusion, the only thing that woke them from the late afternoon doze was the thunk of an arrow with a bag of macaroons and a noble yelling obscenities about a quick elf.
Part 5 - Final (Part 4 / Part 3 / Part 2 / Part 1)
Fenris/Anders, SFW, Fluff and little angst, 1800 words. Final. Doctor Anders and Mortician Fenris.
Anders dealing with minor character death and Fenris being a rock by his side. Fluff final part, no full relationship but fledging.
Finally finished your bday present @ithinkitsdashing sorry it took so long!
The cold bit at his nose and ears, these short November days brought dark cold winds in from the north and a biting breeze. The sun was falling behind imposing buildings, afternoons so short now as the sun barely peaks in these darker months. He wanted the suns warmth to take this all away, to be rising so the day could start over, none of the day’s events pulling at his heart dragging him down to soulless depths.
Everything was muted, like being underwater, words flowing over him but never taking hold, currents of what had happened washing around him. Never settling. Never relenting.
“Doctor…Anders, I just don’t know what else to tell you.” And then it all stopped.
Silence was worse. Deafeningly worse.
“It was not your fault, it was a complication, I do not know what else to tell you.”
They had been walking slowly towards town, hospital no longer in sight, memories far too fresh. Anders was on auto pilot, feet carrying him home. Fenris was a solid dock beside him, but the waves of what he had been told still rolled over him pulling him under and away from solid land.
“Would you still like to get some lunch, you haven’t eaten all day. We could go to the café you suggested? … Anders?” His voice was softer now, less clinical. He had begged him for details and his green eyes had hardened. It was like being back in medical school, clinical reasons and explanations given with no emotion, only fact. It was easier to take in, Anders had found, but it didn’t make the heavy sickening feeling of guilt go away.
“No. I-I… just home.” The words were mumbled but a silent nod and they kept their steady pace slowly out to the other edge of town.
Anders took one step after the other, hearing the blood pump in his ears with each beat, but still the world was too quiet, and his thoughts too loud. But his door was in site and soon he could retreat and work something out, what yet, he knows not. But at least he would be with Pounce, and he would have the space to come to terms with what had happened.
It’s your fault, you should have looked harder at the surgery, was it right? Could he have don’t it differently? She could have stayed in her routine, she was improving, he shouldn’t have pushed for her to get out of there so soon. It was supposed to have helped. Not, not this.
“Thanks” He murmured, fumbling with numb fingers for his keys and a tear breaking free, sensing the safety of his four walls.
Just as he turned to close the door a gentle hand slowed him. “Would you like some company Anders, I don’t want you to be alone with your thoughts, not now.” Sincere green eyes pierced through the waves and mist around him, the crashing slowed.
Stunned by the intensity of such a simple statement. He just took a step back hoping this would convey the words that stalled in his mouth.
They made their way upstairs, creaky steps underfoot, until they came to the blue door with the number missing.
Fenris almost leaps for Anders as he sees him bend over as soon as the door is cracked open after another fumble of keys in the lock. But as soon as he appears to double over he is up again and there is a furry face staring into Fenris’s very surprised eyes.
“Pounce, say hello.” He hears a dreary voice say, before a short pause, then a small ‘mew’ comes from the ginger fluff ball.
He doesn’t know how to respond and he almost waves at this beast before catching himself. Following the two in to the small open living space, there is what looks like a kitchen to the side that Anders made a bee line for. Soon there are sounds of a can being opened and an impatient cat pawing over the surfaces before gorging on what smells like tuna.
Looking over the bookcase by the door and round to the pictures on the wall, Fenris feels like he is intruding on very private memories, laughter and fun all on display.
A cough comes from the door to the kitchen and Anders is standing there, looking deflated, his hair loosely covering much of his face, hiding red cheeks and tear warn skin. In his hand are two mismatch mugs with steaming dark liquid in, the beautiful aroma of coffee and something that was wholly Anders drifted over drawing Fenris’s cold hands over.
“Thank you,” he draws a breath, gently blowing on the cup before continuing, still standing close to the exhausted looking man, “I am here, what would you like to do?” He tries to draw Anders to the stout sofa in the centre of the loving area, cosy with blankets and cushions galore. He meekly follows, sitting gently before relaxing more as Pounce finds his way to the warmth of his owner’s lap.
“I’m sorry, I just… I don’t know why, why, did she have to-” More tears and heart retching hiccups holding back so much pain.
He cares so much, and the revelation is almost too much for Fenris to bear, he has never been on the other side of the cold corpses he surveys. He is clinical, they are but vessels for him to search for answers, all those years working on experiments for his master made him more apathetic than he would care to admit, but these deep amber eyes make him want to know more about Number 233475, the girl this man cared so much for when he could have left it as just another surgical mortality statistic.
“What was she like?” Oh. That smile, like a warm breeze washes over him, he hadn’t realised he had missed the dimples and crocked lips until they broke free from the anguish that had taken the golden doctor.
Tears still rolled, blotted cheeks and sniffles still broke through the tale of Tabatha, great warrior of cancer and defeater of chemotherapy. Would run up the slide the wrong way only to charge headlong onto the roundabout with loose abandon, all with a joyful laugh and fire in her eyes. Anders spoke about her like she was the most powerful dragon slayer to ever walk the earth, and to him she was, but she also was soft and sweet and helped Pounce with his fear of needles by showing him how to be brave and taking him on her journeys around the paediatric playground.
Fenris kept quiet but was always there to listen and let out a rumbling chuckle when medical school antics were playfully retold. Every so often a breath or flash of questioning would cross those amber eyes, but disappeared as soon as it came, perchance questions on his past, but after the last shut down perhaps he was reluctant to reach out.
More warm cups of coffee were brought out, pounce twisted around legs as they both carried in a stash of biscuits and other comfort foods to the sofa, late night television was a good distraction when conversation dyed down. Anders eyelids were drooping after speaking of his past, growing up in the country only to be moved into towns and cities where he did not mention specifics but his eyes held flashes of fear and pain, but his lips told of great friends and lovers.
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Morning came in the form of a furry paw batting at his face, same as always, hungry cats are the best alarms. His eyes opened to the morning light coming in though a curtained window, still early judging by the blue tint hanging on every surface. A snuffle beside him draws his attention to the man curled up in a way that no human, nor cat, could find comfortable, but he seemed so relaxed in the soothing light illuminating his stark white hair and slack jaw.
That was when it struck him, the soft paw had stopped as he sat up, but something deeper woke up inside.
It was like a thousand bricks hitting him in the chest, well, more like those bricks being lifted by strong hands and soft smiles. All night this stranger, someone he had been making gooey eyes at over coffee, had listened to him yabber on about anything and everything, laughed at his jokes and been a solid rock when he was about to fall off the edge of the world. He never judged, never faulted, told it how it was and always, always cared.
“Why?” Anders mumbled to himself. No, no why. He was here, he sat and listened, never looking for an escape or at what the time was. He was here and that’s what matters.
Don’t ruin this Anders, don’t think too hard, let it be.
In that moment, he had never loved another person more than he did then, not in a romantic way, or with untoward feelings (those are yet to come, he chuckles, oh why can’t I help myself!) but he had a friend in that moment, when all was lost and he was adrift. Fenris was here, with him.
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The smell of coffee brought Fenris out of a deep haze. Activity in the kitchen drew his attention as he unfolded himself to stretch before padding through the open door. Anders had his back to him but Pounce gave away his presents by letting out an indignant mew as he stepped just a bit too close to the food bowl.
“Morning, h-how are you feeling?” Fenris manages to croak out, before sipping the coffee he has just been handed silently.
“Better. Thank you...” Anders pauses but he looks like he still has something to say, leaning on the counter he waits with a satisfied smile on his lips as the warm drink brings him fully to his senses. “I, Fenris, I don’t know what I can say that will get across how grateful I am for you offering to stay last night. Wo-Would you like to go for coffee some time? My treat?”
It wasn’t just the coffee warming his chest now, he leans over to the tall man who manages to look so small, plants a kiss on his cheek and smiles, warm and bright.
“I’d love that, I need to get over to the hospital, but how about lunch?” Wide eyes and blush don’t hide the small nod, a lock of hair falls out of his loose pony tail. Brushing it back behind the man’s ear. “It’s a date.”
And with that Fenris places his cup in the sink, turns to the door slipping on his shoes.
“Stay safe Anders, I will see you later.” A simple smile and coat over his arm, out the door he slips.
As he walks out into the frigid morning air, a blush finally makes its way to his cheeks, he hopes that Anders can forgive himself and that they can move through this, together.
Fenris/Anders, SFW, Angst, 1800 words. To be continued. Doctor Anders and Mortician Fenris.
I am not good at writing angst so this was a test, noting gory but there is death or a minor character. Hope its okay, fluff will come soon!
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Anders flopped on the creaky old office chair and stared at his pile of paperwork, sunlight just peering through the window. Pounces glazed eyes looked on without compassion for once, he didn’t like paper work either, far less enjoyable than helping the kids in his care recover from surgery or dealing with long term conditions. He loved the smiles on their faces when Pounce came to the rescue, taking nasty pain away and helping them learn the importance of caring for themselves.
Once this was done and dusted his afternoon would be free, that was the most important thing, he kept reminding himself that. He also wanted to go for an early round this morning as poor Tabatha would have come out of surgery and he wanted to make sure she was recovering well.
Today was going to be a good day, Anders could feel it, a happy little girl looking forward to going home soon, paper work cleared and done for the time being (before it piled up again), and a date with a handsome man who made his heart flutter. Yes, good day.
The mountain of paperwork was shrinking as the window of light spread across his desk, a few hours cracking through patient sheets and insurance forms had paid off and Pounces bored eyes lit up when Anders leant back and sighed, signalling a break and hopefully some cuddles from children exited to see the small bundle of fur.
BEEP BEEP BEEP
Catching a hold of the desk before he fell off the leaning chair, Anders fumbled for his pager.
“No.” The word was soft but urgent off his lips.
With great speed and the grace of a baby gazelle with legs a little too long for the rest of him. He charged out of the room, paperwork flying as he frantically made his way to the paediatric recovery room. Ponce had instinctively been put in his pocket without a second thought.
“No, no, no…” was whispered desperately as he charged down the white halls, skipping through a maze of people, with his eyes set on the colourful flowers at the end of the hall.
There she was, by the window on the furthest wall, it looked out over the garden, her favourite place, full of flowers and a swing that he pushed her on for hours when she first arrived, talking about what was happening to her and making her feel safe. Tabatha was such a kind soul, keeping Pounce close to her so he wouldn’t fall off, petting him and sharing her juice.
Nurses surrounded her, hands fluttered as medical equipment was pulled and pushed to where it was needed. Tubes and lines ran from her small body pumping and beeping, mercilessly holding life in her veins. She looked too fragile, too small, too overwhelmed.
Pleading eyes from all those in the room willed the small child to make it back to the waking world.
Anders had been calling orders and questions from the second he stepped foot through the door, seconds ticked by and it all felt so like he was running through tar as he reached for her hand.
His fingers wrapped round her limp fingers.
Then there was nothing.
Everyone stopped, it was like the whole world paused for a moment of silence. But it wasn’t silent, no, that sound rang in his ears, it tugged at his soul as the buzzing of a flat line filled the air.
“No.” Not even a whisper, barely a breath on his lips.
Leads and tubes slowly were removed from her body, each leaving deathly red marks on her skin, like scars.
He couldn’t pull his eyes away from her face, no longer a toothy smile or rosy cheeks. No smudge of paint or sparkle in her eye, no polite hand reaching for Pounce tucked in his pocket.
Pounce, he lifted the fluffy cat and gently cradled it in his free hand, still not letting go of her lifeless fingers. Gently placing the cat over her still heart, a prayer for none to hear flowed from his lips.
“In my heart, you live on
Always there never gone
Precious child, you left too soon
Tho' it may be true that we're apart
You will live forever... in my -” A ball of pain in his throat stopped all but tears from falling down his cheeks.
Free from her shackles a nurse covered the body with a simple white sheet. He couldn’t look away. A firm but gentle hand on his back lead him to the hallway, but the pain still followed.
She was talking to him, muffled words barely making it though the thoughts rushing through his mind. Something about office, going home, pounce, rest. He nodded absentmindedly before taking one shuffling step after another absentmindedly down the corridor. Soon he was in his office, staring at the inspirational posters above his desk, a multitude of cats and colourful fonts telling him to keep his chin up and keep meowving on.
“No! How? Why?” Before he knew it, he was walking that dark corridor again, through the chilly depths of the hospital. Steps not quite a run. He had one word in his mind. Why.
A gloved hand catches him on the shoulder just as a small table with a white sheet is rolled to the examination room. He keens forward leaning to see if it was all a mistake and Tabatha would be upstairs to greet him with a flurry of questions about how pounce was.
But no, that white sheet was the very same that tugged at his heart and soul.
The grip on his shoulder held fast, but gently gave way, only to have Fenris fill his vision, and thoughts of Tabatha disappeared for a split second before crashing back.
His brow was knitted, hair covered and scrubs from head to toe, the mortician meant business.
“Anders, you shouldn’t be here. Go home, look after yourself, we will find out what happened and tell you as soon as we can.” Fenris was firm but he gave a solemn smile when all Anders could do was stare at him, tears falling soundlessly.
“I have to know, I have to know what I did wrong, why did she have to die Fenris? Why?” Anders voice was flat, there was nothing left in him, he just needed to know.
A simple nod was all he got, every emotion welled up in him ready to break free before a strong hand entwined his fingers and started leading him away from the little girl he had failed. Numbly following, he didn’t take in the journey through the maze of corridors.
Soon he was being sat in a leather wing back chair in the corner of a small office. Fenris knelt in front of him, hands on his knees looking up at him with sombre eyes.
“It was not your fault Anders,” Mouth opening and clicking shut as fast as it opened when he saw the glare on the man’s face, softening when he was sure Anders wouldn’t interrupt “I will find out what happened. For the time being make yourself comfortable here for as long as you need, but please, stay safe.”
With that he stood up and silently left the room, gently clicking the door closed behind him with one final glance back at the stunned man in the chair.
He sat there, just processing the events of the day for maker knows how long. Slowly he stood and looked at his surroundings, having not taken them in in all the time he sat berating himself for what he could have done, been faster, changed her procedure before, checked all her medication, anything. It was useless, he was going round in circles.
A dark mahogany bookshelf lined the back wall, filled with books both medical and obscure, they seemed to be written in Tevene, not a language he understood in any way. After peering at a few he turned his attention to the art on the walls, flashes of colour with abstract shapes and dancing lines. How odd, Fenris didn’t seem like the type to have modern art, well maybe he was? His desk was neat and tidy, everything tucked away or in orderly piles. The want to snoop was strong, but he didn’t have the energy to even think about it.
The chair was too inviting and perhaps a book would take his mind off the questions running through his mind, muddling his thoughts and making him want to curl up in a ball and disappear from the world. His hand instinctively found Pounce, still safely tucked into his pocket, he rubbed the bold patch just under his chin out of habit.
The door clicked open and Fenris stepped into the room, still head to toe in scrubs. Anders couldn’t look him in the eye, he just looking for words that could express him properly, none came out.
“There is nothing you could have done” Fenris said, simply and without preconception.
“There is always more that could be done Fenris, what happened?” That’s when he looked the man in the eye. He wanted, no, needed to know.
It was a long moment before he replied, almost like he was weighing up what to tell him. Anders couldn’t take it any more as seconds ticked by.
“TELL ME” The word came out filled with fury, what did he do, what more could he have done? But the anger died as quickly as it washed over him, “please” His voice was so small now, all fight gone, he just couldn’t let it go, he thought all tears had pitter pattered out of him, but clearly not when they started rolling down his cheeks yet again.
“I will be back momentarily.” He was gone again, this time the door was left ajar, no click.
Anders stared at the book shelfs, waiting for the mysterious man to appear again. He didn’t have the energy to think about what was happening, he just wanted to know.
Time couldn’t be measured down here, no sun to give an idea of minuets and hours passing. Not even a damn clock, who doesn’t have a clock in their office?
“Let’s go, I will explain on the way.” That deep voice broke Anders musing about clocks and time and other darker things.
Fenris was not in scrubs, but dark jeans, trainers, leather studded jacket and grey scarf, he had a beanie in hand and was leaning in the door way without stepping over the threshold.
“I’ve spoken to admin and told them what happed, someone will cover my evening shift and they know you won’t be available tomorrow so have called in a cover.” He was so sure and solid that he just didn’t know how to react. A question on his lips lost with a slight nod of his head, anywhere was better than here.
“Let’s take you home, I will tell you what I can.” And with that, he was whisked out the door and down a different, or maybe it was the same, maze of corridors.
Fenris/Anders, SFW, Fluff, 900 words. To be continued. Doctor Anders and Mortician Fenris.
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“Why is it so cold down here? Oh, right, dead people.” Anders slowly made his way down the harshly lit halls that lead under the hospital.
Still, clinical air hung tranquil as he moved toward the steal door. Only the warmth of the cup in his hands kept him moving into the eerie depths, the chill in the air wasn’t the only thing that used to keep Anders away from the mortuary. There was no smell of death, but there was a sickening feeling that hung, watching and uncaring to all those who entered.
“Fenris? I brought you some coffee, I didn’t see you at lunch, so I just thought-” The shiver that ran down his spine felt unnatural, like he was being watched.
Why do the dead have to be so creepy? Couldn’t Fenris work with small cute fluffy bunnies, rather than scary, still, rotting dead people? Anders though frantically to himself as he walked around an illuminated metal table in the centre of the room, everything was just as clinical down here with the white walls and harsh lighting, but it was oh so cold. The corridors were darker, he wasn’t going to venture too far, who knew how large the collection of dead was down here?
“Anders?” He spun around so fast the coffee and hot chocolate he was holding almost became a mocca all over his coat.
In one hand Fenris held a headphone, and in the other a bloody heart, thank the maker he was wearing gloves. This would have been the time for Anders to make a terrible joke about where his heart lay for Fenris, but instead he recoiled in horror, it was the last thing he expected the mortician to be holding. Bumping into the large trays that held bodies hidden away behind steal, Anders took a moment to steady himself before thrusting the coffee out in front of him with a weak smile.
That damn man just chuckled, a deep warm sound that made Anders heart flutter. Damn him. He disappeared into a darkened corridor without a word, for more minutes than Anders would have appreciated. he clutched the warm drinks to keep him from calling out for the white-haired man.
“Thank you, Anders,” Cold hands wrapped around the now luke warm paper cup.
“Bloody hell man! You are going to give me a heart attack sneaking up on me like this!” Anders almost made the fatal mistake of jumping back when Fenris appeared next to him out of yet another corridor.
“My apologies,” he murmured before he took a sip of the pitch-black liquid.
Anders wished he could savour this moment, the deep reverberation of Fenris’s voice, the closeness and fleeting touch. He could see the dark long eyelashes flutter as the liquid caressed his lips, small dimples appearing by the sides of his bow lips. With his heart beating a hundred miles an hour and his brain suddenly being unable to function, he didn’t get the chance to experience the closeness, he just could help himself blurting out a terrible joke.
“Did the last patient have a change of heart?” Anders was holding in an almost hysterical laugh, if it slips out he is going to have to pretend that was funny and not just because he was terrified after feeling like he was in a haunted house.
“How long did it take you to come up with that one?” There was that damn smirk again. Anders could think of many ways to get rid of it, all were inappropriate for the work place.
“Thank you, Anders, for bringing me my coffee, I was missing it after we had an emergency autopsy that needed doing for the police. It was kind of you to think of me.” Fenris now lent on the table in the middle of the room, looking nonchalant about what had just happened.
Anders still felt like a rabbit in the headlights, but now he was less distracted, picking out every detail of Fenris’s face.
“I missed you at lunch, well, not missed, um no not like that. I just, I, um, I didn’t see you, and you always come and get your coffee, and, um-” Anders, shut up you are embarrassing yourself! “-yes. How did you, how did you learn all this stuff then, I never got the chance to ask when you arrived?” That’s better, normal people ask questions, and don’t blabber about missing handsome doctors.
“I, was trained for many years, but I don’t like to think about it, it was…unorthodox.” Fenris’s bold frame slumped inward slightly, he no longer held his gaze with emerald eyes.
You have really gone and put your foot in it haven’t you.
“Oh, well, we all learn things here and there, don’t we?” If he leaves now maybe he can stop digging his own grave. “I hope you like it, I grabbed it from the café down the road, it is better than the swill they serve here. I will see you tomorrow?”
Anders smiled before nodding at Fenris’s blank face, before making his way toward the exit that would bring him back to pounce, he needed to hug that scruffy cat to make him feel slightly less of an idiot.
“Anders, would you like to get lunch tomorrow at this café you speak so highly of?” Damn that man, if he wasn’t blushing so much he would have turned around there and then to see the smirk he knew was on those lips.
“Yep, sounds great!” He said in a much higher voice than he intended, scuttling towards the door not looking back in fear of what he might say.
Fenris/Anders, SFW, Fluff, Intro, 400 words. To be continued. Doctor Anders and Mortician Fenris.
Next part for the wonderful @ithinkitsdashing :3
Another day, another double expresso, Fenris emerged from the shadows in his daily routine to shake off the dark circles under his beautiful glowing green eyes, his shimmering frosty hair flowi-
“-Stop, Anders, too much.” He silently berated himself as he shook the thought from his mind, he just couldn’t take his eyes off of the white-haired mortician as he silently watched his cup fill with the black, burnt swill this hospital called coffee.
They bumped into each other on occasion when their coffee runs collided, literally as it had last week, coffee and coco everywhere and a very flustered Fenris looked like a rabbit in the headlights before quickly retreating into the cold hallways. How could he have been so stupid, he was lost imagining what they would call their first cat that he didn’t notice that the wall he was about to lean on was slightly further away than he imagined. That had been mortifying.
“Oh shoot, he was coming over, why was he coming over, come on Anders, play it cool…” he whispered to himself frantically. Sitting at his desk he leant back on his chair and away from the paperwork he was spying over, trying to look nonchalant but by the look on Fenris’s face it wasn’t working.
“Are you well, Doctor?” Fenris said as he placed a cup on Anders desk, it smelled sweet, just the way he liked his coco. But his eyes were still transfixed on the hand hovering by the cup, glancing up he understood why. His mouth snapped shut with an audible click, ah yes, stop gaping, that would help.
“Fine, yes, fine, thank you. Um, why...?” He gestured toward the warm, enticing cup full of chocolaty goodness.
“I, wanted to check you were okay. I hadn’t seen you since our, incident. You were like a spooked cat, as you have such an affinity to them, I just. Well. Are you well, Doctor?” Oh, Anders really wish his voice wasn’t so deep and caring; he didn’t know how to respond to that, he tried his most dashing smile and a chuckle but apparently that wasn’t going to work. His throat was too dry, he didn’t know what to do, he used to be so good at this! When did he turn into a giggling school girl?
That perplexed look didn’t wain when a small smirk touched the side of those gorgeous bow lips. He just nodded and turned heel, a mummer of farewell and out the door he went, across the hall before disappearing into the midst of people.
Thump.
Anders head hit the desk for half a second before he shrieked and leapt back from his desk, graceful as a fish out of water, being chased by scalding hot liquid.
“NO! POUNCE?” The rest of his desk and paperwork can go to hell but not Pounce, his trusty toy cat that helps bring joy to kids shrouded in medical darkness. He would not lose him, not again. Cradling the one eyed ball of mottled fluff he watched the dark chocolate seep into dull paperwork, well, that’s one way to fall headfirst into a crush. Anders what have you done.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY @ithinkitsdashing! I hope you have a wonderful day today, full of wine, puppies and happiness 💙
This is the introduction for a fic I have written you, the rest will be posted over the next few days as I was ill and couldn’t finish it on time sadly! But never the less I hope you like it!
Fenris/Anders, SFW, Fluff, Intro, 400 words. To be continued. Doctor Anders and Mortician Fenris.
It was perfect, he had only come out to the shops to pick up some more dog food and a few other bits. Now he had an idea that would hopefully heal his lover and take some of the stress out of his shoulders. Cullen grabbed the cookie cutters from the clearance shelf, nipped round the baking section (spending far too long perusing) and headed straight to the check out. He couldn’t wait to get home, grin set wide on his face.
Six hours later, a four batches of bat cookies binned and one very pleased dog did not help Cullen. As soon as he had got home he had put aside everything planned for the day so that he could make this for Dorian.
He had so much work piled on him recently, always coming home late looking like he had seen too many meeting for one person, he had soothed his shoulders and given soft kisses in the evening, but it wasn’t enough to lift that weary look from his steal grey eyes. Cullen was lucky in a way to work such flexible hours, but sometimes he wished to be by Dorians side, working again to take the weight off.
Beeping from the oven pulled him from his thoughts. He had just finished stirring the icing, black had been a failure but the dark purple was coming out much better. Dusting more flour from his shirt he walked over and hoped not to be greeted by more singed biscuits waiting for him on the tray. He used to be good at this, it was a hobby when he was young, but he appeared to have lost the knack for it in all those years he hadn’t picked up a mixing bowl.
They were golden, not too crisp and not too soft. Finally. Perfection. He slowly pulled them out, eyeing the Labrador mix that sat opposite him. Benny had already tasted some of his early creations, and seemed to be quite happy with the charred remains of them as he got them out the bin. Cullen frowned.
“No, you have had quite enough for today, and I finally have it right!” The mutt huffed and went back to licking any tip bits that had fallen to the floor and Cullen smiled at him, he was ecstatic to get them right, even if Benny didn’t appreciate it.
The fresh hint of lavender followed as he placed them to cool on the side. A calming scent and favour that was sure to unwind tight muscles. Hopefully the shape would put a smile on his lovers face again, he hadn’t seen a genuine one in at least a week. Smoothing the icing over each one, careful not to drip, Cullen took care and attention to each design, making them individual. He finished with a final one, pure white with dark eyes, Dorians favourite type of bat was complete.
Minutes later, as Cullen admired his work, the sound of the door opening and a skitter of claws startled him.
He glanced at the clock as he quickly plated each one up. Dorian was early. Why? The kitchen was a mess. He looked down and discovered that he was even more of a mess. No way to greet his lover. He panicked. Not knowing what to do he grabbed the plate and headed for the hall, hoping to keep Dorian happy in the lounge so he wouldn’t see what a mess he had created. Brushing himself haphazardly he hurried along.
Heading round the corner and he was face to face with Dorian. Glad to not loose his balance as he was startled Cullen deftly circled them so Dorian couldn’t peak into the chaos.
“How was your day? Did your meetings go well? How was the weather? Thats a beautiful suit on you! Here look I made you biscuits!” Dorian stared blankly at his boyfriends odd behaviour. But as he looked down it all fell to the wayside. Cullen was thrusting a plate of bat shaped biscuits at him, and he welled up as he read the message on them.
“I love you too” He mumbled against Cullen’s shoulder as he pulled him into a hug, the plate still held to the side as he engulfed his lover. Tears fell slowly as he was overwhelmed by joy and what Cullen had done for him. A nervous chuckle escaped the blond man as they pulled apart, and his hand instinctively scratched the back of his neck.
“I just wanted you to relax for a moment, my dearest, you have been working so hard.” Cullen leaned in and kissed him on the cheek, moustache tickling his lips. “Come lets go relax for a moment before I go clear the mess I have made of out kitchen.” He looked a bit sheepish at that but gently led them to the plush sofa.
A smile hadn’t left Dorians lips, and for the rest of that evening they relaxed, melting into the cushions as the biscuits did their work. Benny took the liberty of taking his fair share, but even then, their night was still perfect.
Thank you for giving me this idea <3 I loved it and glad I could get round to it after working almost solid for 3 weeks, it was a nice rest!
“I just did some calculations, and I’ve been able to determine that you’re full of shit.” Karras said matter of factly. The dingy cell let in little light, but he could see P’rahas mouth hover open before there was an audible click of his jaw.
“You are no fun, my ideas are wonderful. And besides, you haven’t helped think of a plan to get us out of here at all, how about ser high and mighty try and help a little!” The light hearted way of his voice didn’t hide the pitch of fear below it all.
They had been in this cell for what felt like weeks, but was probably a mere few hours. With no light to show the sun or moon, the only illumination was from fire outside their thick cell door. With all the contingencies they had though of for this plan, being captured and thrown in a cell after 3 clashes of their swords had not been thought of. Scouts had said there was only 10 in this bandit camp, something the brute of a quinari and quick elf could handle with ease. If the report were true. Double that had swarmed from the woods alone, and they were quickly thrown to the dirt to be halled away.
The glare set on his face had little impact, considering P’rahas could not see it. A sigh and a flick of a wrist allowed a slight glow to omit from his finger tips, allowing his displeasure to show. The elf delightfully stuck his tongue in response.
“I suggest I blow open the doors and we make a break for it, just stun and run.” It was a simple enough idea, but they only hoped they could figure out which way to run after they got out. Not knowing where they were didn’t help that matter. But running was still the best option they had.
“All right, smarty pants, light the fuse and I’ll throw some loud bangs in. I’ll meet you on the other side.” With a solemn look in his eyes, the elf swiftly stood, throwing his hair dramatically over his shoulder. That look. Always with that look. He put his hand solidly on his shoulder as he stood and lent in to P’rahas’s lopsided ear.
“It will be fine, we always get through this, I have you back little teacup.” That was all it took before he set of the shattering of the door, they ran and never looked back, always at each others sides.
Thank you for your sweet tags on my elf picture!! I really value what you think 😅 I'm hopefully going to have more this week
Ahh I love your art so much <3
Also tiny drabble, you probably had a backstory (maybe idk???) for her, but was struck by some inspiration so here it is as a thank you for your beautiful arting!! (and for some reason she is called Ellysia)
“I could kill you right now!” Ellysia held herself against the barrage of words coming from Dia, she had a big mouth for a dwarf and loved to use it when all else failed. Threat after insult flew at her, but she kept her golden eyes locked on to fuming blue ones almost hidden under a flurry of dark curls, waiting for the energy to seep out into the cool night air.
Soon the words fell away to silence, and all that passed between them was a short nod before Dia admitted defeat. It had been a long day, assassinations gone wrong can do that to a woman.
Calloused fingers curled around her hand, held in a way one would lift a baby bird to see if it still lived after a fall. Warm breath and a brush of lips. Apologies said by touch meant more than that of half hearted words.
Flashes of sliver danced over her vision as she remembered the knife that almost landed its mark in her chest, Dia must have felt her flinch as she was pulled into strong arms. A single tear rolled down her cheek, it looked more like a jewel that was adorned in her hair, but found its place atop her lovers head as they hugged in the moonlight.
Little bit dark, but basically what happened is Ellysia was hosting a ball and she was almost killed by someone trowing a knife at her, Dia had chased him down and killed him before the guards could get there. They both went to Ellysias balcony and Dia was so scared of loosing her, so yeah :) Hope this is okay!!
Drabble request: Dorian and Cullen are on their way to somewhere and sit by the fire in front of their tent at dusk and talk. Deep or fluff or even nfsw or all of them, I don't care 💙
Sorry its short, I have been trying to build back up to writing again and this was a great prompt to do it with. I have been feeling in need of comfort recently and this was a good release, I hope it is enjoyable to read as well :) Thank you for the idea!!
“You owe me a kiss.” a voice murmured from across the fire. Glittering red flames lit up Cullen’s face, making him look haunted; and in one way, Dorian supposed he was. After everything they had been through, days were getting harder and the weight on their shoulders getting heavier, it was no surprise that he looked so forlorn. Every flick of the light in the waining sun caused more lines to appear, each showing a days work in them.
All Dorian could do was reach out his hand, gently beckoning his lover over to where he sat in front of their tent. The fire was burning low, crackling being the only sound apart from the wind in the mountains and distant voices. They were camped on the edge of the army, surrounded by solders waiting on tenterhooks to move in on Corypheus. But in the light of the fire, they were alone together.
Cullen dropped his weight onto the log, sitting close enough to lean in and share the heat from Dorians bare shoulder. A curled moustache tickled the commanders cheek as a small kiss brushed his stubble. The smile that appeared, though small, took years off his face, and Dorian was glad to see it. Seconds later there was a golden glow and the man by his side turned to a more comfortable form, one of a honeyed dog. Gently flopping down Cullen lay across his lap and gently nuzzles at cold fingers with an even colder nose.
Dorian took the hint, no words tonight, only comfort and love. Wherever they could find these moments, they savoured them, from quick kisses to long embraces, it reminded them that no matter where they were, they were home with one another. Safe and protected.
This is a gift for @heinrippy for their TBAA Glow Bang letter run by @teamblueandangry :) I hope you like it, Modern AU where Anders is in a relationship with M!Hawke but helps Fenris out when he has a nightmare. Little bit of fluff but more them being there for one another and just being nice. (Drinking TW because Anders is tipsy when he comes home)
He had got back late from the party at Varric’s, it had been a celebration of either a book release or an award, but Anders could not remember, for the life of him, what it was. He tried to be as quiet as possible so he wouldn’t wake his room mates. Izzy and Merrill may have come back and Hawke was most likely passed out on their bed, still half dressed and drooling on their pillow. Pounce was probably asleep on top of him as well. He smiled at that thought and tried to tip toe through the hall to find his lover, perhaps taking some photos of them before curling into bed beside them.
He muffled a yelp as he stubbed his toe on the table in the hall, that blasted thing always got in the way when he was trying to be stealthy, but the sudden movement made his head spin so he used it to lean on whilst he regained his bearings. Sat in the silence and his head swaying he caught the sound of murmuring. It was almost to quiet to hear, through the door in front of him sharp mutters and quick breaths were caught. Fenris never had anyone round, and these noises sounded more frantic than anything else. Against his better judgment Anders slowly stood and leaned on the door, listening for anything that would give away what the elf was doing.
He tapped lightly on the door.
“Fen, is everything okay?” He said as steadily as he could. No answer. So he gently stepped into the room, there was a glow from the street lights outside that illuminated Fenris trapped in his own blankets as he tried to get away from invisible demons, muttering incoherent thoughts. Suddenly he shot bolt upright, Anders almost took a step back before he saw deep set fear in those green eyes. He slowly he raised his hands and took a step towards the bed.
“I heard you talking in your sleep.” Another slow step, those green eyes following him, but gave away nothing other than fear.
He sat on the side of the bed, he didn’t know what Fenris needed, but he knew that if night terrors had been dogging him, then Anders would want someone to be there for him too.
They sat in silence for a tentative moment before Fenris placed a hand on his shoulder, as if testing if it was real, if this was the waking world or not. Anders covered his hand with his own and all the tension that was held in that lithe frame dissipated, he slumped forward and rested his forehead on their joined hands.
“Fen, how’re you doing?” He said, quietly after the elfs breathing evened out.
“I am fine, apologies, I don’t know what came over me.” Fenris pulled away and looked down at where his hands lay in his lap, he looked tired, dark circles under his eyes and weakness in his bones.
“Thats okay, I know what its like. Not knowing if this is the real world or not. They can’t get you here. You’re safe.” Their eyes meet for a moment before Fenris looked away again.
“Would you like some tea, might make you feel better?” After a second of consideration he nodded. Anders slowly stood, feeling more sober than he had all night. It was the doctor in him that wanted to keep his friends safe, even if that friend was a brooding elf. They walked to the kitchen in silence, Anders boiled the kettle and Fenris got the mugs. Each dancing around one another in the faint light. Soon tea was prepared, and they stood next to each other leaning on the counter.
“Do you want to talk about it?” Anders asked tentatively.
“No.” Was the short answer that came. “But you have my thanks, I-I don’t know what I would have done had you not been there to bring me back. I feel better now.” Fenris’s voice was small, unlike his usually bold self.
“I smelt tea? What time is it? Am I late for work?” A very disheveled Hawke stumbled into the kitchen, shirt hanging off him, covered in orange fur, hair all over the place and a drool line down his beard.
Together they burst out laughing, a deep chuckle from Fenris and joyful glee from Anders as he walked over to kiss him on the cheek.
“Come love, lets get you back to bed.” Steering Hawke back down the hall with a smile on his face. “Sleep well Fen, if you need anything, you know where to find me.”
This is a gift for @dorian--rutherford !!! I apologise for my lateness, but I hope this makes you feel better <3 You are deserving of much happiness and great things.
The warm bubbles filled the room with lavender, water slowly rocking him into a blissful sleep. It had been a long week, trekking through Emprise du Lion, having his fingers frozen off and the threat of red lyrium always looming over him. Why the Inquisitor had thought it was a good idea to bring him he had no clue. He did not like the cold, trapping through the snow or Blackwalls incessant muttering.
He let the tension fall from his shoulders. It was over, he was back now in the heat of his room. Soon, after he had cleaned off all the muck from traveling, he would take a trip to his dear commanders office. Each night he had wished to be lying in bed next to the handsome warrior who made him feel whole again. Each night he had curled up hoping to feel a warm hand on the back of his neck and warmer lips chasing away the cold. But sadly he only had Varric’s snoring and the biting winds to keep him company.
Shocked out of his inner monologue, that was settling him deeper into the water, he sat bolt upright.
“Apologies my love, I couldn’t resist, you looked so beautiful.”
“Oh amatus.” Dorians shock turned into a wide smile that crinkled the corners of his eyes. He reached up to pull Cullers scared lips down to his. He needed this. He needed him. They stayed like that, Dorian holding onto him like his life depended on it, and Cullen as his anchor, soothing circles into his back just above the water.
“Care to join me?” Dorian said cheekily, he was kind enough to ask rather than just pulling the man down into the large copper tub with him.
All Cullen did was chuckle and pulled back slightly more, just out of reach of his lovers gilded fingers. He walked and collected some scented oils from the shelf as well as a soft cloth. He wished to pamper his mage, more so now than ever. Delicately pouring it onto the pristine fabric he smiled down at his mage before planting a small kiss on his forehead. Moving to his back he silently instructed Dorian to lean forward, small pushes and hums manoeuvring him until they were sat comfortably, Dorian leaning forward in the tub with Cullen leaning into the water, wetting the fabric. He started at his neck, using his hands and the oiled cloth to gently sooth his tight muscles, slow steady circles in his bronze skin. Brushing out along his shoulders Dorian gave a small moan of pleasure as nicks were worked out of his back. Aches leaving him that he didn't even know he had. Moving down his spine Cullen methodically worked each muscle until it was loose and Dorian was almost at one with the water he sat in, head lolled forward and slow breaths coming with each flow of the water as he moved.
All too soon Cullen was done, he gently lay the boneless Dorian back and kissed his damp hair. Quietly cleaning away the bottles and oils that had been added to the still steaming water.
“You look beautiful.” Cullen couldn’t help the words falling from his lips, breaking the soothing silence that hang above them.
“I do, amatus. You need to do that to me more often, I never thought I could feel this relaxed.” He murmured, eyes half lidded and slack jawed.
“Come, lets get you dry and we can go and get some food.” A pout drew itself of those bowed lips, but he complied all the same. Dorian wished to curl up with his warrior almost as much as he would like to stay in this bath forever, hold onto the feeling he has of being loved in this very second. But the warmth of Cullers hand on his arm reminded him of the deeper love he felt when in that mans arms.
Slowly standing, Cullen brought over a soft towel and wrapped it round his shoulders, laying his hands on his biceps before pulling him in to one more kiss.
“I know a better way to dry off.” Dorian said, and in a puff of rich purple smoke, he flapped up into the high ceiling, round twice before swooping down to the bed. Cullen could help but laugh at his lover, now contently settling on a pillow, all fluffed up from his flight. Slowly Cullen sat on the bed and lay his head next to his small fluffy lover. Even in bat form he still had such grace, but it was now hidden under a fluffy exterior.
He couldn’t help gently booping Dorians nose, he looked too cute and so relaxed. A look that he expected was supposed to be intimidating instead looked as if he was smiling, deep brown eyes with flecks of silver looked up at him. He was so close he could hear the content chitter coming form his small lover. Dorian shuffled forwards towards Cullen head, that rested on the pillow beside him. A small lick on his nose and a question in his eyes. Soon there was a golden glow and Cullen shifted, now his paws reached out to draw Dorian onto his neck. They settled in the plush bed, without a care in the world until rumblings of their hungry stomachs would wake them in a few hours. Until then they could just lie in safety, here, with one another.
This is my piece for @teamblueandangry reverse big bang event: Glow Bang!
I was teamed up with @moustashleigh , who has written amazing fic for this which you should go read right now!
Golden Chains and Red Satin
As for the art… First of, apologies for the quality. My scanner did NOT like the amount of gold I used, and in the end I had to take a photo instead. Which in turn made it very clear that I am not a photographer. In any case, enough excuses!
I… basically, this was a great excuse for me to indulge in a guilty pleasure of mine: Fenris as a worker at the Blooming Rose. I know - I am going to hell. But the thought of Fenris in golden jewelry and body paint, ready to seduce whoever has enough coin to buy a moment of his time? Maker save me.
IT FINALLY HERE! I’m so sorry its late, but this is a very belated gift for @ithinkitsdashing <3 My first time writing smut all because of you! This is a poll dancing!AU for fenders and is ~3000 words of cute then smut.
(Based slightly from this, it was for research obviously ;) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0gQ-RrNETJE )
“Right thats settled then. Party time next Friday!” Isabella stood raising her glass to the table. They were all sat around and had been making arrangements for Donnic’s bachelor party. After many arguments and many more drinks they had decided on a strip club. Revolutionary, Fenris thought, not like that’s a fresh idea. Isabella had convinced them to go to a place in High Town, they did private shows and more tasteful bookings. She had explained that they could have a VIP treatment with a pole dancer as their entertainment and strippers for Donnic on his special night. He didn’t seem too pleased but Izzy was very convincing. They would have the whole shibang, wine, food, seating at the front of the stage and a pre paid tab at the bar if they needed stronger drinks.
Fenris wasn't pleased at being dragged along, but Donnic was his friend and he couldn't say no, not after he had been cornered by Isabella. He was revolted by the idea of being cramped in a sweaty room with cheap swill of wine and a girl grinding on a pole waiting for the next batch of tips. But he had endured worse.
The dreaded night in question came up faster than expected and soon they were all climbing out the taxi and making their way to ‘The Blooming Rose’, down a side street where the lights glowed red. Fenris was surprised at how clean it looked as they walked in, it was spacious, mirrored black floor opened out to a large room with flowing with silks and undulating bodies. There was a sweet scent on the air of fresh rose and jasmine, no smell of unsavoury activities or sweat. A soft husky version of ‘Sweet dreams’ was being played, lulling the patrons into a relaxed trance, loud enough to block out many smaller sounds but not so loud as to loose conversation. It was the perfect mix. As Fenris ordered his drink from the bar he could feel the evening looking up, in at least he would not be constantly annoyed.
“This place is very nice, we should come here more often!” Hawke said coming up and patting him on the shoulder. He couldn't seem to take his eyes off the dancers, all on platforms with soft chairs around them for people to lounge on. It was busy this evening many seats taken and more people standing enjoying the shows.
The dancers showed skill from what he could see, their forms and hold was strong. This would not be a cheap establishment that took anyone who could look sexy, they seemed to appreciate talent. As did Fenris, in his line of work. He did ballet and could see the similarities in the movements, although this was more exaggerated, it was still an art. He had been trained from a young age to perform, for many years he had hated it, as he was under the control of his master. But now a free man he embraced his skill and used it to his advantage.
“I think you would have to save up your sovereigns to make this a regular occurrence Hawke.” Fenris replied dryly.
Glancing over he sees Donnic deep in conversation with Varric, neither knowing really where to look but Varric being a lot calmer about the whole situation. Isabella was leaning over the bar, displaying her assets more than needs be to the barmaid. Sebastian had declined his invitation and Merrill was traveling so it was only the four of them this evening. He could see Izzy wink at Hawke, most likely indicating that there will be an even more private arrangement after the party is over, most likely with the flustered barmaid, judging by her blush.
The room went quiet as a woman stood on the main stage announcing that tonights entertainment was about to begin. With a flourished bow she disappeared behind the red flowing curtain with hints of gold.
Isabella's smile said it all, she rushed past and gathered them to their seats, pulling Donnic by the arm to his seat in the middle of the VIP area. The poor man looked like he was about to make a break for it until Varric passed him a drink and patted him on the shoulder. At that moment the lights dimmed and Fenris took his attention away from Hawkes exited whooping to the main stage. The loose grip he had on his wine tightened as he saw three people strut onto stage.
They stepped in time to the beat, two women with ebony hair walked to the poles set back from the main centre stage. They whipped their loose hair about and stared cooing to the audience, cheers arose and they twirled seductively. Heals clicking and tassels shimmering. But Fenris was far more concerned about the person painted in gold, they strutted to the centre pole, only a smile flashed at the audience before he lifted himself up and kicked off the ground. Holding on he fell enticingly around it, ending up kneeling on the floor, one leg out. The boots he wore came up to his knee, stark black against his pale skin and golden swirls of glitter. The spiked heal tapped on the ground, barely able to be heard over the sound of the music.
The tempo of the music rose with Fenris’s heartbeat. He only looked away once to see Hawke and Isabella high five over his head, they were enjoying the show very much. Even Donnic seemed to have relaxed, but that may have been the beer.
He returned to the spectacle in front of him. The man had such grace and skill it astonished Fenris, he had expected a show, not a lesson in artistry. That is what this was. It was art. He was entranced by the strength when he lifted himself to a La Roue, and held it. The power in his thighs, a flash of gold scarf that was the only thing around his waist kept Fenris’s eyes from lingering too long. Instead he watched him climb and effortlessly flip his hold without falling. That took years of practice and patience.
Leaning back further into the plush chair, he sipped his wine and tried to control his excitement at this powerful, skilled and beautiful dancer. He managed to do the whole show with a smile on his face, never breaking concentration seemingly enjoying every moment he was entertaining the crowd.
Too soon the music died down to a softer beat. All three of them came to the front to bow. A standing ovation ensued and when Fenris thought to stand up and show his appreciation he caught the eye of the golden man. He was flashed a wink and a broad smile. Fenris couldn't think, he was stunned into place, he watched the man smile and stand to walk away. A shimmy of hips and he was gone.
“Not enjoy it Fen? Or enjoy is too much, if you know what I mean?” Isabella cackled as she came over to get yet another drink and more nibbles.
“It was a good performance, h-they had a lot of skill. I was not expecting that.” Luckily before she could retort to his slip up Hawke came rushing over, saying something about needing to film Donnic with the strippers, and he needed her at that very second. Fenris would not complain. Nodding to Varric he went to go have a smoke.
The music followed him into the night. Lighting the cigarette he took a deep drag. He had not expected to see a performance like that. He was still processing it as flashes of gold and black heals across his memory.
“Do you have a light?” It took a moment for Fenris to register he was being asked a question, and when he turned to offer his lighter he was shocked into silence. The man didn't bat an eye as his mouth hung open and eyes wide, he plucked it out his hand after a moment and lit his own cigarette.
“Thanks. You were in the front row, right? I remember you.” The man said as he placed the lighter back into Fenris’s hand. He was still dumb founded but managed to think of something to say before the awkward silence stretched too far. The golden man stood before him mildly disheveled and now with a long black coat hiding his toned body and glittered swirls.
“I-Yes. I though you had a lot of skill. I was surprised… Not surprised that you would have a lot of skill, no. Um, surprised that a place like this would have a dancer like you-” His eyes were very distracting, and that hair shimmered in the red light of the club.
“Like me, well I am flattered. I’m Anders, by the way.” The golden man narrowed his eyes at him and a playful smirk danced on his lips. How glad Fenris was that Isabella wasn’t here. The silence stretched on.
“I see you must have had quite a bit of training to do that Phoenix move, I was very impressed. In ballet we don't get to express ourselves to that degree” He stammered. He was still so in awe that he didn't really know what else to say.
“Oh yes, I love working here, its great practice and the people are so nice” Fenris listened as he talked about how he learnt that move and went on to talk about a friend who was going to help him learn a splits trick, although that would be a challenge he wanted to work towards it. It was amazing to see his face light up like that. They got into a deep conversation about how to roll ankles during a land and he continued to compliment the skill Anders had, because truly Fenris had seen nothing like it in years.
“You must show me how you managed to switch legs like that.” Fenris commented. No matter how proud he was, he was always willing to learn new skills. At this the dancers eyes twinkled.
“I could show you a few more things.” He purred. He winked at Fenris whilst producing a pen and gently raising his arm to write on. Fenris didn’t know how to react other than to lean into his warmth, the pen gliding across his skin, and breath in the smell of sweat and jasmine. Too soon the golden man was turning to leave, his cigarette discarded and a soft smile thrown over his shoulder. Fenris couldn’t look away till he had disappeared around the side of the building. He looked down to see ‘Call me’ and a number written next to a small heart on his wrist. Quickly putting it in his phone he pulled his sleeve down and made his way inside. Hopefully he could forget about all this when the night was over.
Alas that was not the case, he was instantly interrogated my a squealing Isabella who had apparently seen the whole exchange and was asking him many questions. Mostly about what they were going to do after Fenris texted him.
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A week passed and Fenris refused to text him, more so to spite and ever pushy Isabella than any other reason.
One quiet night sat by the fire and after a bottle of wine, he decided to sate his curiosity. He did want to know more about how to spin like Anders did. That was his excuse for dropping a text to the man at 3am. The semi instant reply is what surprised him the most.
{Yeah, I’d love to teach you! You free now? I’m at the studio :D}
Fenris was staring now, for once Anders wasn’t around to see the dumbfounded look on his face. He couldn’t think of a reason not to go. A few short messages later and a change of clothes he stood outside the studio Anders practiced in. It was a short walk from his mansion, the warm lights lit the street and he saw a silhouette of the man come to the window before letting him in.
“Hi, hi, it’s great to see you again! I was worried you wouldn't call.” He said enthusiastically as Fenris was ushered in the door and through to the back room where there was a mirror lining one wall and bright coloured silks lining the other. There was a pole in the centre of the room, glistening with constant use.
“I apologise, I did not know how to ask. You took me off guard.” Fenris admitted “Although I was curious and wish to know more about how you came to be so skilled in your work.” A wry smile curled his lips and he saw it mirrored in the golden man, who was no longer gold. He wore a crop top with bright coloured cats chasing one another about and short shorts of a bright lilic colour, and those boots, the black ones with the golden heal.
“Let me show you. Take a seat if you wish.” Looking around he saw a pile of large cushions, mismatch in colour, but inviting. Removing his boots an jacket he sat to watch the show. “You said you were interested in the splits and spins, I will start off by showing you a basic spin into a vertical split.”
As he demonstrated on the pole, Fenris was captivated by his muscles and form, such beauty and skill in one man was charming. He was lulled further into the plush pillows, taking in the movement and flow that was being demonstrated. That smile still so surely on his lips as he brought his leg up high on the pole and completed the move. Without the music he could hear every breath and every click of those heels on the metal.
“Like what you see?” Anders said as he sauntered over to him. His eyes were half lidded and his tone husky. Fenris could feel a stirring in him that he was trying hard not to acknowledge. The feeling of the boot pressing onto his chest made that feeling stronger and he let out a grunt, half of protest and half of something very different. The toe of the boot pressed more firmly onto his sternum as Anders lent forward, running those long fingers through his amber hair. Fenris was powerless to resist the feelings in him and he reached up to slide his hands over the leather pressing on him.
Teasingly he skirted the line of the boot, finding the zip and, oh so slowly, pulling it down. Anders hummed in appreciation as he stepped over him and placed the other boot on his chest, his cheeky smile turned devilish and a blush creeping over his cheekbones. Fenris could feel his face mirror that of the golden man’s. He did the same to the new pressure on his chest. Swiftly they were kicked off and Anders was straddling his thighs.
“I did not expect to have this sort of evening.” Fenris said, his voice low and quiet, he was slowly running his hands up the thighs that were enclosing him.
“Do you want this to continue? Just say stop and I will.” Anders was leaning in, his face serious but his eyes were wanting. All Fenris could do was nod before lips met and hands wound their way into his hair, it was too much and not enough. A coy tongue brushed on his lips and he eagerly obliged the silent question. Hips moved, hands searched and lips scorched. Fenris reeled at all the sensations.
Too soon Anders pulled back and looked down at him, his hair dishevelled and red full lips slightly parted.
“You are wearing far to many clothes.”
“As are you.” Fenris retorted, the lustful tone of Anders voice had made his jeans fit very uncomfortably. It was slower this time, after the initial rush, they now took time to explore one another, mapping skin and pulling off layers of clothing in that wake. A sharp nip on his neck was reprimanded by a firm strike across Anders, now exposed, ass. A moan, soft and needing. Other nip, higher and harder. This time Fenris sat up and with a better position struck his firm ass again. That moan was the last straw, rolling them over he held the golden mans wrist above his head, exposing the beautiful line of his body, now uninterrupted. He was stunning. Fenris took his time to appreciate every part of him, but legs intwining his waist pulled him down to explore with his lips. Nipples pierced with golden hoops peaked under his attention, slowly working his way over a dusting of gold that was all his. A beat of his pulse and flutter of breath captivated him.
Anders hands had worked their way free of his grip and were now pulling him close, slowly working lower until they wrapped around his weeping cock.
“I need you in me, now.” His voice was a low moan as he gently stroked Fenris. His other hand reached into the corner and produced a small bottle of oil.
“For emergencies.” He clarified for Fenris’s quizzical look.
Popping the cork he soothed the oil over him, the sensation almost blinded Fenris and it took almost all his will power not to cum there in his hands. Anders was taking the lead, slowly manoeuvring him until he was pushing his tight hole.
“I don’t want to hurt you.” Fenris said, leaning down to whisper it in his ear and feel the shiver run over Anders body.
“Just get in me. Please.” Something in the way he said it made Fenris relax, he slowly pushed forwards, lips taking the moan Anders made as he slowly moved in to the hilt. Steady rocking calmed him and the tightness loosened up around him. Those legs coaxed him into moving faster, long slides out to the head before snapping back in.
“Mmmm, so good, so good, faster for me, please.” He was happy to comply, a feeling coiling tighter within him with each stroke. Their breaths mingled, foreheads resting on one another’s and arms holding tight as he picked up speed. One, two, three and it was all too much. He let go and a shock wave went through him, still thrusting he pumped into the wanting man. Anders shuddered and yelled as he released, nails digging into his back and lips searching.
On shaking arms Fenris rolled to one side, pulling out and wrapping his arms around the man beside him. They lay like that for sometime before the head on his chest looked up at him, sated and relaxed he pulled up enough for a light kiss. It said stay. And stay he did. No matter how proud he was, he was always willing to learn new skills. Anders still had a lot to teach him.
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