For fan-fix writer friday what was your favorite doc to write?
Thank you so much for the ask! <3
I think I have two: Till We From Winter Wake, my Fenris/Amabel Hawke fairytale AU, and Flotsam, my John Hancock/Sole Survivor ... character exploration or whatever it actually is.
I think what made them both so much fun to write is that I really wrote what I wanted to write -- which obviously is always the case to an extent, but I think some of my older DA2 fics in particular were influenced by fandom trends and the fics I was reading at the time, and I was still trying to find my voice as a writer so they feel a little less authentic. And as much as I love The Far Shore (my Fenris/Amabel Rivain longfic) and had fun developing it, I put way too much pressure on myself writing it in hopes that it’d be my magnum opus and blow everyone away, and sadly that ended up sucking all the fun out of it.
On the other hand, I’d kind of made my peace with TWFWW and Flotsam being weird and niche and probably not that interesting to anyone except me. And that made them so liberating to write: over-the-top and overpowered Orlesian villain? 20K of my protagonist unraveling at the seams while firmly denying that she is? Big climactic scenes that actually take place in my characters’ mind? I took some risks that paid off in both cases, and I’m very pleased with the result and the response they ended up getting in the end. :)
Hey sexy! has anyone told you lately you a one gorgeous bearcat (1920's slang for a spirited and fierce women) Cause you are! and deserving of all good things. My co-pilot to hell!
Ahhhh thank you. You too are one gorgeous bearcat, beautiful. I am proudly your co pilot to hell. You deserve amazing things, ahhhh so many amazing things. I hope you’re doing good tonight and that you had a good day.
I’m here with Seth again and he’s being annoying as always. I hope you’re doing well; I truly miss you with all my heart and soul. I hope you enjoyed the left over chicken parm I had made also with a glass of wine. I hope to see you again soon and we should have a night where we cook together. I’ll see you in a few days.
Love always,
A.Ceasro
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Mo grá Ree,
Did you see that? Did you see me take Johnny down? He wanted to talk shit about the Real Rock N Rolla and he lost. I, your king is currently on his way home. When I get there, I’m going to treat you like the Queen you are. We’re gonna get some of that Chicago pizza you like, watch whatever movie you want and have a good time in bed. Wear something nice please.
Your King forever,
Finn
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Adrienne,
I think I’m drunk writing this; I dunno anymore. Seriously, I’m about to come scoop you out from that shit hole of a job and take you on the road. I’d love for you to come see the world with me. Hell I’m coming for you right now, tell those shitheads you quit and make sure you get that gear you like on and that dog collar because tonight...it’s all about you.
Stay cute,
Mox
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for the prompts, how about kissing prompts. Mercedes and Anders. At the others place. the reason is Longing.
Ah my dear, thank you for the prompt! I hope you enjoy it. Just a touch angsty with a helping of fluff. *kisses*
Mercedes Hawke x Anders - Dragon Age 2 - Established Romance
Sanctuary
She had lost much to that damned Deep Roads Expedition. Mercedes went into that hell, eyes open, but possibly a bit naive. She had always viewed it as the only way out, the way to bring their mother out of poverty. The only option to drag the Amell name out of the mud, and back to its former glory. How she would earn back some of Leandra’s respect.
No one could have foreseen what would happen. Not a single soul would have believed that Mercedes Hawke would return home battered, bruised, and without her brother. Of course, others saw it as fortunate that he was not dead. The Wardens surely a better outcome, however, Anders knew differently. It only mattered that Carver was not present, Leandra raged at her eldest daughter. Lay blame at her feet for the loss of the twins. After all this time, Bethany’s early return to the Maker’s side something she could still not forgive.
Hawke lost much, but nothing so impactful as the light in her eyes. The Darktown mage noticed it immediately. Not having much of a grasp on family dynamics, he couldn’t quite relate to the knot of nerves Mercedes became as each step brought them closer to Kirkwall. Watching Mercedes take the verbal thrashing, meek and submissive, was almost too much for even Justice to witness.
Purchasing the ancestral home of the Amell’s brought some measure of peace between the two. He watched her move through the large Hightown mansion. Delicate fingers trailing across wooden banisters while descending the wide staircase. Light catching her dark tresses, catching glints of rusty gold and garnet in the sun. She was perfection and didn’t have a clue.
“Anders!” she smiled sweetly, pulling him into an embrace. Being close to her never ceased to make his heart skip a beat, he prayed to the Maker he would never take it for granted. “I’m so glad you came. Bodahn prepared a wonderful dinner, and wouldn’t you know it, Mother has something planned with a socialite.”
He brushed a kiss on the top of her head, and squeezed her affectionately, “Sounds amazing. The clinic was nearly bursting today.”
Eyebrows creased as she reprimanded him, “I sat around like a useless noble today, and you needed help? Why didn’t you come get me? You know I would have come.”
“Hawke, it isn’t exactly a quick trip from Darktown to your front door.” He chuckled stroking her hair, happy to keep her in the circle of his arms.
“You could have sent an urchin, you know Varric pays them well to keep them in your vicinity, you could have…” she trailed off, the gleam missing from her eyes for far too long returning. “I have something for you.”
She tugged him by the hand, leading him to her bedroom. “I like where this is going already.” She shoved him playfully as she moved to rummage through her belongings. He loved this sanctuary she’d created. Soft and comforting, the few nights he’d managed to make his way to her place had been the most restful he’d experienced in too long.
She returned to his side, slight blush on her skin, and presented him with a small box. He looked at her skeptically, “You don’t need to buy me things, Hawke. You know I’m happy just to be with you.”
“Hush, you.” she kissed him softly, and brushed his hair off his forehead. “I’ll have you know I didn’t buy it for you specifically, but it should be yours.”
When he didn’t move, she gave him a pointed look, and crossed her arms over her chest. “You will not get a bite to eat until you accept this gift.”
“You wound me, dear lady,” he took her hand in his placing them over his heart. “Alright, you win, but only because I would be a fool to lose a meal prepared by Bodahn. That dwarf is the real magician here.”
She chuckled, and scooted closer to him, anticipation and giddiness warring across her face. He almost prolonged the game, if just to keep her like this again. He kissed her fingertips, and released her hand to open the box. Inside was a large black iron key, detailed and exquisite. “What is this?”
“Do you remember when we cleared out the cellar of the mansion to get to my Grandfather’s will?” He nodded, clutching the key, remaining silent. Could he dare to hope, his greatest wish about to be realized. “That cellar entrance right outside of your clinic door leads to my home. The key will get you in quickly. No more traveling in sight of the Templars.”
He stared at her stunned. The implications of her solution running through his mind. He would have so much less to worry about. Not to mention safety, fewer nights he was too afraid to sleep fully. Constant alert, waiting for the day Meredith would finally find him. “Hawke….I…”
“Anders, please,” she bit her lower lip, so hopeful he could hardly stand it. “Move in with me, there is more than enough room…”
He silenced her with a kiss. Soft at first, a tentative thing, afraid of losing the grip he had on his emotions. She reached for him, bringing him closer, tipping her head back, and parting her lips to give him access. His heart thumped wildly in his chest, as he clutched her. She groaned softly, breath shaky, as he moved his tongue against hers. From below Bodhan called, dinner served and ready. They eased apart gently, small kisses being peppered across her jawline, her grip tight on his robes. “I take it that’s a yes?” she replied breathlessly.
This maddening woman who’d frightened him with her disregard for her personal safety over that of her friends. This saint of a woman, risking her life for the downtrodden and insignificant. His beautiful Mercedes, willing to offer him that which he’d never had, but longed for with every fiber of his being. She had just given him a place to belong. “Yes.”
