#bethanders

[whatsanobsession]

Anders with his legs wrapped around Bethany's waist, absolutely amazed she can hold him up, moaning as she fucks him with her big cock. It's so intense and wonderful, exactly what he needed but no, not quite. He realizes how much more perfect it can be when Merrill embraces him from behind and pushed her cute little cock in too. He's so loud and full, delirious with pleasure, engulfed in these gorgeous mage girls

[freedoms-call]

So about Bethany...

I’ve just finished DA2 again and since up to now I’ve always made her a Warden if I played a non-mage, I’ve never heard her post-Circle dialogue. Now if she was a Circle mage, then before the final battle in the Gallows she said a few things that reminded me of a certain someone...

Look:

All these years I tried to understand what Andraste saw, why she had to lock us up... But my powers come from the Maker... and I just cannot believe that is His will. I always thought it was hard growing up outside the Circle, always on the run. I never knew how free I was. Maybe it took being locked in the Gallows to understand my place in this world. To see the need to free my fellow mages.

You go Bethany, I’m so glad you are finally making peace with your gift! Also here is this line, if you claim the Maker enjoys watching humans struggle:

The Maker is just and merciful. This injustice was created by men.

Again, do we know another mage who is Andrastian but also very much aware of the crimes and injustices that people do in the Chantry’s name?? Like, anyone remembers this line:

The oppression of mages stems from the fears of men. Not the will of the Maker.

Bingo, yes, it was Anders who said that! Hello I believe I have found a new ship to board, and so does my current Hawke, who is happy with Merrill, so I guess he’ll spend the time after the events in the Gallows playing matchmaker for these two.  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[dapromptexchange]

Bethany becomes a bit radicalized by her time in mage prison. After the Chantry explosion the gang books it out of Kirkwall after the last fight, and as everyone starts to leave Hawke, Bethany stays with Anders to help him lead the revolution.

Bonus points for Bethany worrying that she's just a substitute for her older sibling, whom Anders was rather obviously crushing on for all those years.

Posted to DA Kink Meme on 2011-04-12 11:49 pm

[timesorceror]

Day 15 (January 21st) - Anders and Bethany

Anders and Bethany, mentor relationship? Possible shipping? The theme for this day is Anders and Bethany’s relationship.

For @justhanderspositive‘s challenge: [HERE].

I definitely went the “possible shipping” route with this one. I think that it could be a really sweet thing between them, if the game had allowed her to stay out of the clutches of the Circle. But I digress. Enjoy this. :)

When Varric had first referred to her as “Sunshine”, Anders hadn’t truly grasped the meaning behind the moniker he’d gifted her with. Not until he came back from the excursion into the Deep Roads, tired and battle-worn. His senses (including his sense of time) were shot to the Void, but he managed the walk back to his clinic from the city gates in with little trouble.

The sky was mostly grey, and it was raining a little. Ordinarily, he’d sit at the edge of Darktown and watch the rain, listening to it so that Justice could enjoy the music that it made.

Not today. He was too tired, and while his patients had been without him for… oh, Maker knew how long, he needed a little time himself to rest and recuperate. After Bartrand had closed that door on them, seemingly trapping them in the thaig with all of the red lyrium, he didn’t remember much. Just the panic, and the darkness creeping in at the edges of his sight… Anders could’ve sworn then that he heard a voice telling him that there was a way out, and another telling him that he wasn’t alone. One of those voices had sounded like Justice, he thought.

But living in constant fear that there might not be a way out of the Deep Roads had grated on him, and even Justice was exhausted, having had to help Anders remain calm when the others couldn’t help. So, he found himself standing at the clinic doors, turning the handle out of habit…

…only to find it unlocked.

Anders frowned. This was Darktown, and his locks for the clinic weren’t the most secure things. He really needed to ward them with magic or something. So… someone must have broken into the clinic. But what did he have that was worth stealing? Besides his life, his magic, or a few of his rare books, which he’d purchased from the Black Emporium’s junk drawers. Or maybe he’d simply forgotten to lock it?

But as it turned out, someone had broken in. It was simply that they hadn’t stolen anything, per se.

“Anders!” Bethany shrieked, startled backwards like a skittish cat. Bethany, who’d Hawke had chosen to leave behind because he didn’t want to lose her to the Darkspawn or worse. Why was she here?

“Bethany? Is that you? What–what are you doing in my clinic?”

Anders took a look around the room, and noticed that it had been cleaned recently, and the beds had been used. The back room where he’d hidden his little bedroom was still closed off, but one of the cots looked like it was used on a daily basis… or rather, a nightly one.

“Have you been living here?” he asked her, still perplexed as to her presence in the clinic. She nodded, sniffling. “Merrill was kind enough to warn me when she saw some Templars coming for the house as she was on her way back to the Alienage one evening. I didn’t even think about where I was going to go when I packed up all of my things and fled… then I remembered that you had some places in the clinic that were useful, and I asked Isabela to pick the lock for me…”

“How did you find her?” Anders asked, setting his things down and giving the young woman an accessing look. Bethany shrugged. “She’s always at the Hanged Man. And if she wasn’t there, I was even prepared to look at the Blooming Rose. Either way, she and Merrill helped hide me here, and then someone noticed that the clinic was open and, well…”

She held out her hands hopelessly.

“I’m not a great healer, but I can mend cuts and breaks and bruises. So I stayed here.”

Bethany was still shaking a little, as she recounted the details of her escape. She trembled like the last leaf on a tree shedding its leaves before winter, and yet… yet there was this hint of fierceness behind her eyes, something that kept her upright despite the obvious terror there, in the way she spoke, the way she held herself. There was a deep seated strength that she drew upon that Anders had never seen before in another mage.

He wondered if that was the sort of thing that came from being born an apostate who was always on the run. That will, that drive to survive was so strong in her, it seemed all that was keeping her going. He’d definitely never seen that in a Circle mage before.

“But now that Garrett’s back…” she trailed off, fixing him with a desperate look, “he is back, isn’t he? You wouldn’t just come back without him, would you?”

Anders shook his head. “Of course I wouldn’t. But you still can’t really go back, even now that he’s got all the money he needs to buy back the Amell estate and titles. Not now that the Templars know you’re one of them.”

“They’ve never seen me,” she bit back, “they don’t know what I look like!”

“But there’s always that chance,” Anders told her seriously. “You were with us at the Gallows, once. Cullen saw you. And,” –he held up a finger to stop her from interrupting– “even if you never saw him again, if they decided to check your household, they’d still drag you off and you might never leave the Circle.”

“Well what am I supposed to do now? I don’t have anywhere else to go!” she shot back, angry tears rolling down her face as she walked up to him and tried to look intimidating.

Try being the operative word, since Anders was at least a full foot taller than she was, and she was by her nature even slimmer than when he was during the winter when he gave away more bits of his food than usual to the people of Darktown. Anders merely looked down at her and sighed, grasping her shoulders gently.

“You know,” he told her calmly, “I never said you had to leave, Bethany. You can stay here for as long as you need. And you can still see your brother and go out on errands. You just can’t go back, that’s all.”

And then her lip trembled, and –finally– she let go of whatever it was that had been holding her together this whole time as she crumpled against him, clutching his robes and sobbing.

“I *hic* I… I haven’t seen my mother in weeks,” she wailed. “Not even *hic* that rat bastard, Gamlen! I was even *hic* thinking the other night how, how… *hic* how nice it would be just to see his face…”

Anders walked her over to the cot she’d been using to sleep and tried to help her lay down, but she clung to his robes and wouldn’t let go.

“Please don’t leave,” she breathed, coughing wetly, and blowing her nose on a rag she pulled from under her blouse. “Please. Please stay. Stay so that I know you’re real and not some nightmare of the Fade come to haunt me and tease me with the comfort of a familiar face.”

Anders’ heart broke a little at her words. He knew that feeling. Knew what it was like not knowing when, if you saw anyone or anything living at all if it were real or not.

So Anders sighed again and joined Bethany on the cot and let her cling to him as she cried herself to sleep. He waited for her to say more than what she’d already said, but when he looked down he noticed that she was fast asleep, wet tears still glistening on her eyelashes. Gingerly, he wiped them away and pulled her closer, humming a soft lullaby from his childhood in a language he hadn’t spoken since before that incident in the barn…

…and not long after did he follow her into sleep which was, for once, uneventful. Peaceful, even. And when he awoke the next morning, feeling a warm, heavy weight on his chest, he could still feel her against him, her breathing still soft and even as she slept.

He was still tired. And a part of him (the part that he thought was Justice) said that they should try to get up and get back to work, but Anders tried his best to make it clear that he wished to remain a moment longer. It had been a long time since he’d last woken up next to a person he hadn’t slept with the night prior. This was… pleasant. A rare indulgence.

But little did he know that in the years to come, it would not be such a rare indulgence and it would in fact become part of their routine. 

And the two apostates would do more than share a sleeping space, a clinic, a home. They would share a first kiss after a battle with slavers (her first kiss in general, and his first kiss with her even if it wasn’t his first kiss), they would share their bodies with one another after her mother dies at the hands of the blood mage Quentin and her brother nearly does the same at the hands of the Arishok, but they would also end up sharing their entire lives with another, newer life after they leave Kirkwall for good.

Anders would come to truly understand how right Varric had been to gift her with that particular name, even if Varric himself never did…

A ray of sunshine indeed.

[dapromptexchange]

Bethany makes it to Kirkwall but her family didn't. Could be dead, missing, or Grey Wardens, doesn't matter because Bethany is on her own and alone for the first time in her life.

Anders finds her and takes her under his wing.

Posted to DA Kink Meme on 2011-04-01 10:26

[whatsanobsession]

Anders coming to visit Hawke but Bethany is home alone. She invites Anders in and Anders is so careful about it, not touching, not demanding, not looking too closely, but is confused and curious when Bethany asks Anders to relax and play with her. Anders follows her last and they get a little drunk while they fool around and, before Anders knows what's happening Bethany is helping Anders into Leandra 's gowns (there's to much space in the tops of Bethany's clothes for Anders' flat chest) and she's doing Anders' hair and makeup. Anders doesn't understand why but, when Bethany talked a freshly manicured hand and says she's "always wanted a girlfriend" Anders is so happy to be that. Of course, it can't last and Anders has to look like a man before anyone else comes home but she shakily asks if they can play again sometime and Bethany beams and kisses her and promises that they can play whenever she wants, even in front of others when Anders is ready.

[kaerwrites]

BETHANDERS!!!! Maybe a Bethy pov or something idk, but I have a mighty need

There was stubble on his cheek and bags under his eyes. Hischeeks were sunken, and his hair could use a good wash.

In the face of his blatant surprise and even, she thought,perhaps, suspicion, Bethany put on her brightest smile, leaning her shoulderagainst the doorframe.

“Good morning! I brought breakfast!”

“I – ah – what?”

“Breakfast!” Bethany said with cheer, squeezing her way pasthim into the clinic, which at this early hour was empty and quiet and thank theMaker the man got at least a few hours to himself after working his fingers tothe bone every day for the sick and needy. “You know – muffins. Or pancakes. Orporridge. Eggs and Bacon? I wasn’t sure what you liked so I brought everythingI could think of.”

“You brought – wait – what?”

“You’re silly in the mornings,” she said, and set the basketdown on a counter, planting her hands on her hips as she looked around theroom. Anders kept the clinic as clean as he possibly could for a sewer, but hispersonal, private areas, usually separated from the rest with curtains andscreens, looked like they could use a good dusting and a bit of tidying up. Hisbed was rumpled and slept in and the linens could certainly use a good wash orfour. His cupboards were depressingly bare.

She turned back to find him still in the doorway, leaningheavily against the frame and looking at her as if she had just sprouted hornsand announced her intention of applying for the position of Darkspawn BroodMother. He only distractedly clutched a ratty bathrobe around his bonyshoulders.

“Well? Are you going to come eat or not? I brought coffee,and tea, and – well, Marion swears it’s goat’s milk but I’m really not so sure.What?”

“Bethany,” he said, a little hoarsely, still staring, sogaunt and pale and disbelieving it almost hurt, looking at him. “What are youdoing here?”

She pursed her lips for a moment. “All right, let’s try thisagain. You see, typically, humans eat three meals a day, starting withbreakfast. Typical breakfast foods include – “

“No, I – I know what breakfast is. But what are you doinghere?”

She frowned at him a moment more but finally relented. “Marionis going up to the Wounded Coast today, and I thought, instead of taggingalong, I’d rather, well – I’d rather come and help you.”

Anders looked as if she had spoken Orlesian and he was stuckhaving to translate. “To help…me?”

“Don’t get offended. I thought it would be nice to spendsome time together,” she said. “And if you want a more selfish motive, then you’remore than welcome to show me a few of your healing spells.”

He shook his head, finally beginning to approach. “Youshouldn’t be here.”

She turned to survey the little area that served as hiskitchen, going up on tiptoe to take down two plates. “The day it becomes yourresponsibility to tell me what I should or shouldn’t do, I’ll be sure to letyou know. Now, come sit down. We’re going to have a nice hot meal before youopen the clinic, and if you’re extremely lucky and ask very nicely I just mighthelp you tidy up around here.”

“Bethany,” he reached out, put a hand on her arm. It gavethem both pause, the touch, the two of them staring at his hand for a longmoment before he slowly drew it away. Anders released a breath, and after amoment relented, his eyes softening, his smile small and grateful. “All right,”he said.

“Good of you to see reason,” Bethany said, turning back tothe basket. “Maker, but you’re stubborn!”