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Fenders short Fic- Build Me Up

I finished up an old WIP that had been sitting a while. It's my 1st modern AU. Anders is an architect. Fenris and Hawke both work on site. Fenris is driving Anders up the wall in more that one way. Something's gotta give.

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Words 2,060

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Ring of Fire update

Chapter 2: The Taste of Love is Sweet

“I expected bitterness from the waters of something called The Well of Sorrows, perhaps the salt of tears, but the taste… the taste is sweet. You said Mythal is the goddess of love? The taste of Love is sweet Solas”, Anders laughed. He could hear how he sounded punch drunk, but still he laughed. Perhaps that was all the reason for the shock in Solas’s expression.

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This is in a world with Inquisitor Anders. I will just be writing bits of this as it comes to me in a series.

Mostly Gen with a heavy focus on my strange ideas about Spirits but there will be a good bit of Samson & Maddox and Samson/Maddox. There will also be a touch of Anders/Sebastian

https://archiveofourown.org/works/47293663/chapters/119169082

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Ring of Fire

Inquisitor Anders learns about the cure for Tranquility before they find Maddox.

Maddox / Samson, Maddox & Samson, Anders/Sebastian, past Anders/Karl

I’m starting a series in the middle because why not?

Chapter 1 of 2 up

“Hello Inquisitor”, the man said from the floor without lifting his eyes.

‘A Tranquil Mage? Why?’ Anders’ zeal from battle turned to acute discomfort as he stared at the ring of fire on the man’s forehead. He could not look into a Tranquil’s face without seeing Karl as well. 

“You know me?”, Anders asked, his heart beating like the wings of a trapped bird.

“It’s Maddox. Samson’s Tranquil,” Cullen said.  Anders thought the Templar had started to come around, but then he gave this casual assertion of ownership, an echo of so many he had heard through his life. It had Anders whirl around. The brown of Cullen's wide eyes were made blue by the light of Justice.

“He does not belong to anyone”,  Anders and Justice said as one.

“I-, yes. Yes, of course. I apologize”, Cullen stammered but his eyes shifted behind Anders.

Before Anders turned he knew what he would see. Maddox’s once placid face was awash with emotions.

continued on ao3

https://archiveofourown.org/works/47293663/chapters/119169082

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Update to ‘Just Your Touch’

Chapter 54: You Hide From the Big Things, Learn From the Little Things     

I’m back at it! I had so much writers block with this chapter, but I have it all outlined now to the end I’ve had in mind from the beginning.

excerpt:

He remembered conversations. First dimly, figures through smoky glass and voices as if the people were speaking behind a wall so the words were lost and only the tone carried. Then a memory would snap into focus. He was Anders. He was Justice. The memories came one leading into another by tenuous connections. One came into focus and then faded for another to take its place.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24924286/chapters/117703168

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Words Like Drops of Honey

I thought I had posted this here but either I didn’t or the searches are wonky so here it is:

Isabela gives Fenris a suggestion on how to get Anders to shut up. Fenris gets fed up enough to use it. Things don't go as anyone thought.

“He is simply insufferable”, Fenris said, punctuating his statement by cleaving through the last of the mercenaries who had jumped them.

“He’s not that bad Fenris”, Hawke said as they stowed their staff. The spell around them crackled and broke. A tension in Fenris’s shoulders eased with it.

“You catch more boys with honey”, Isabela said as wiped the blood from her blade.

“I think that’s flies, you catch more flies with honey,” Varric laughed from on top of the rock ledge.

“Why would you want to catch flies?”, she grinned back before returning to Fenris.

“Regardless, I don’t want to catch the Mage, rather the opposite”, Fenris said.

“He’s convinced you have it in for him in particular and all Mages, including me, in general”, Hawke added.

“You have nothing to fear from me and neither does he for that matter so long as he remains in control. If he chooses to take disagreement personally that is his choice, but I won’t be cowed by a mage again,” Fenris said resolutely as they started walking.

“Well, I’m not saying you should. He can be insufferable, but he doesn’t have to be if you don’t feed right into it the way you do. Don’t complain about a mess you help make,” Isabela said as she kicked a stone over the cliff to watch it fall.

“Then what would you suggest?”Fenris asked.

“Say something nice about him, something that you actually believe and isn’t backhanded. He won’t know what to do”, Isabela said as she picked through bloody pockets.

the rest of it is here:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/46213744

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Words Like Drops of Honey

I wrote a short little fenders thing

https://archiveofourown.org/works/46213744

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Be Still For Me

I wrote a short bit of fenders porn

includes: Anders in rope bondage, dominate bottom Fenris/ submissive top Anders (implied switching not written), delayed orgasm, minor elvhen difference in anatomy/sensation, PWP, porn with feelings

https://archiveofourown.org/works/43933881

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He Knew Better Now

Prompts from last week’s work prompts on the Fendersfanatics discord server: words that inspired: ghost, trembling and moonlight.

He wasn’t meant to see it, the way Fenris’s hands trembled after he staggered out of the ghostly in between he traveled during battle. Even now he was like a ghost, taking longer to return fully to this world. Gauntlet covered hands clenched into fists quickly, undoubtedly to stifle the shaking, but Anders had seen it. As Fenris solidified he bowed his head, a cascade of silver in the moonlight obscuring much of his face in shadow save for a frown. 

“It’s getting worse. Why didn’t you tell me?” Anders couldn’t hold the anger from his voice as he tried to catch his breath. The anger was easier than the worry that chilled him more than the Fereldan winter around them.

 Anders flipped his staff to his back with a practiced grace that belied the ache in his old bones. His voice was stark in the stillness of the battle's end. The dead bandits lay silent and all that could be heard was wind in the pines and breath of the two old men as it clouded the air where they stood in the now bloodied snow. It had been the first of the year and with the moons so full Anders had talked Fenris into a stroll despite the chill.

“It’s just the cold”, Fenris said. Once upon a time the smoothness of the lie would have satisfied Anders but he knew better now.

“Like Void it is, you should have told me!”, Anders said. His frost-numbed hands found blood slick metal and without even needing to look, found the hidden leather straps to release a gauntlet- and then he held nothing, air pushed from his lungs as his back met the trunk of a tree. Fenris’s eyes were wide, his hand still outstretched, before he cast his gaze to the scarlet snow at their feet. Fenris didn’t look old, like many elves the years did not mark him as sharply as humans and his hair had always been white for as long as Anders had known him. In that moment thought, in that moment he looked aged, as if the weight of his years had suddenly crushed him.

Anders would not have it.

“Not the first time you’ve pushed me into a tree, though I did prefer the last time,”Anders wheezed and pushed himself up with a reassuring smile. The reminder of their last anniversary did not stir a smile from his taciturn love. 

“I’m sorry, I-,” Fenris started.

“I know”, Anders interrupted. His hands longed to reach out, his tongue to argue for a thorough examination right here, but time had tempered his impulsivity. Time with his husband had taught him and he knew better now. He stepped towards Fenris slowly.

“I should have asked before I grabbed you. I’m sorry,”Anders said and slowly touched the fingertips of one hand to the gaps in Fenris’s gauntlet. “I won’t do that again without asking, but could you take them off? I’d like to hold your hand the rest of the walk home”.

Fenris was very still in that way that Anders could never be. Anders could hear the cawing of a crow in the distance as he rolled his lip between his teeth. 

“It might not be safe if there are more of them,” the elf said.

“I’ll take the chance if you will. Call me foolish if you will, it’s true enough. I’m a fool for you”, Anders said.

Fenris looked up and his eyes were soft. He silently undid his gauntlet and hung them from his belt. His hand warmed Anders as they walked along the path in the forest and Anders didn’t mention the tremors he felt. There would be time enough for that discussion later when they were warm in their cottage. Right now he was just going to enjoy a walk with his husband in the moonlight.