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Happy Friday! How about "look i’m not coddling you, i’m just trying to help. i wanna take care of you cause i, you know— care about you." for Fenders? 💖
Thank you! A wonderful opportunity for another fenders @dadrunkwriting ficlet.
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“Go away.”
Anders wrings out a tea towel, spins it in the air a few times, and drapes it over Fenris’ forehead. “No.”
Fenris sniffles, his voice turning nasal. “I’m fine.”
“You’re not.”
“You don’t know that. Leave me alone.”
Anders sighs. “I do, in fact, know that.” He takes the mug of tea he made half an hour ago and discreetly warms it back up in his hand. “Come, sit up and drink the tea.” He takes the towel away and slides his hand behind Fenris’ back to help him up.
“I can sit,” Fenris huffs. But he takes the mug and drinks from it, so Anders counts it as a win. Fenris glares at him over the rim of the mug. “You don’t need to coddle me.”
“I’m not coddling you, I’m just trying to help.” Anders leaves Fenris’ side, before the pink shade on his cheeks can give him away. Not only is Fenris adorable in this state of sniffling grumpiness, he also doesn’t have to know how much Anders needs to take care of him. How solid that need sits in his chest and beats in time with his heart. “I’m a healer, It's what I do.”
“What good of a healer are you if you can’t make this go away?” Fenris gestures at his red and puffy nose, his face scrunches up, and Anders shoves a handkerchief into his hand, just as his whole body gets shaken by a sneeze. He falls back onto the pillow with an exhausted sigh.
Anders turns to the table where he set up a workstation with mortar and pestle and a variety of herbs and roots. “I can help you with the symptoms, but I can’t magic away the cold. Your body has to fight this itself.”
“What is your magic good for, then?” Fenris mumbles into the pillow.
“For helping you sleep, if you let me,” Anders says as he grinds up herbs and steeps them in hot water. “And for getting hunted and arrested and made tranquil,” he continues quietly. Carrying the mug with the new infusion over to Fenris’ bed, he keeps his eyes on the mug, careful not to spill anything. “Here, drink this, it will calm the symptoms. You’ll sleep better and I won’t even have to use magic.”
When he looks up, Fenris stares at him. Anders sets the mug on the sidetable and sits down on the mattress to help Fenris sit up again. “What?” he asks when Fenris just keeps staring.
“They hunt you,” Fenris says, as if he just now realises it.
“Yes. Now, sit up one more time and drink this. You’ll feel better.”
Fenris dutifully sits up and drinks, looking at Anders the whole time. When he lies back down, his eyes flit around, looking anywhere but at him.
“What is it?” Anders asks.
Fenris’ gaze snaps to him, which would look more impressive if he didn’t have a drop of snot hanging on his nose. “What do you mean?”
Anders hands him another handkerchief. “You want to say something.”
Frowning, Fenris blows his nose. “How do you know that?”
“I’ve known you for years. You’re fidgeting when you want to say something but don’t know how.”
A huff, but it turns into a sniffle. “I don’t fidget.”
Anders barely stops himself from rolling his eyes. “Just tell me.”
“Everything hurts,” Fenris says quietly. “The markings, my arms, everything.”
“Do you allow me a gentle healing spell? Just for that pain?”
“Yes,” Fenris says, turning away. “Please.”
Anders swallows all snarky remarks he could provide right now, easily, and focuses on the spell, letting his magic spread over Fenris’ body. He watches him for signs of disapproval, but Fenris’ face relaxes and his hands unclench as the spell dulls the pain. Anders keeps the magic up on a low level, just enough to help Fenris relax. “You should sleep now,” he whispers.
Fenris closes his eyes and turns to the side. When he tugs the duvet around his body, Anders hears Fenris mumble, “I still do not understand why you are here.”
“Because I care,” Anders says, wiping the hair away from Fenris’ forehead and dabbing it with the wet towel. Stepping back from the bed, he looks at Fenris’ sleeping form. “Because I'm a fool and I care about you,” he whispers to himself.
#dadrunkwriting#fenders#Fenris#Anders#fenders fic#Fenris x Anders#dragon age#dragon age fanfiction#my writing
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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.
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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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Hey all, I’ve been writing a sequel to my abo fenders story heat waves and just posted a new chapter, you can read animal here
Thanks everyone for the kind feedback so far and I hope you enjoy!
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soft little fenders ficlet because the mood struck <3
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Anders has been growing his hair out. It hangs past his shoulders now; sometimes he ties it back, other times he leaves it free, lets it fall where it may, not minding when the wind swirls it into tangles. On such occasions, Fenris finds himself running his fingers through it, gauntlet removed and touch gentle, easing the knots loose. Anders' hair is soft, and running his fingers through it feels nice.
From the smile Anders always gives him after, it feels nice to him too, so Fenris keeps doing it, even if he is unused to--and therefore unsure about--giving such simple affections.
It's warm enough on the northern border between the Free Marches and Antiva that Anders ties his hair up in a messy bun more often than not when he goes to work in the tiny garden they've started behind the cabin they're currently inhabiting. It's a nice cabin, and easily defensible, too--they may stay here longer than they've stayed anywhere else.
While Anders tends to the plants, Fenris fills a wash basin and cleans the pile of laundry that has gathered over the past week. His attention is divided, half on his soapy hands, half on Anders. Some strands of his hair fall loose from the tie. If one gets in his face, he blows and shakes it away, still intent on his work. His hands move with practised motions, firm and precise.
By the time Fenris is pinning up their clothes to dry, Anders is finished. He takes the washing basin with him when he goes inside, off to wash up himself.
Fenris follows once he's done his task, and finds Anders sitting on the end of the bed they share, his hands clean and working a brush through his untied hair.
The sight of him makes Fenris still just to take him in, even though he's been treated to the sight of Anders relaxed, in loose, plain clothes, and with the lines of his face smoothed out, many times now. Almost every day, as Kirkwall fades into the past, relinquishing its hold.
Fenris finally steps over to him, and Anders lifts his face to meet his gaze. "Beautiful mage," Fenris murmurs as he cups Anders' cheek and leans down to kiss him.
Anders' fingers clutch the back of Fenris' tunic as he returns the kiss, holding onto him. He always does something of the sort when Fenris initiates, like he needs him closer, needs him to linger as long as possible.
Fenris draws his fingers through Anders' combed hair, both enjoying the sensation and as a gesture of reassurance. When they part from the kiss, Fenris takes the brush from Anders' hand and settles on the mattress with him, picking up from where he interrupted Anders' brushing.
As he passes the brush through Anders' hair, Anders goes boneless, shoulders completely loose and head tipped forward. Fenris can't resist sweeping his hair aside to kiss his nape, which earns him a soft sound of approval.
The last of the tangles are smoothed out easily, then Fenris sets the brush aside on the patchy blanket, bringing both hands up to gather Anders' hair within them. The tie is around Anders' wrist; he would hand it over, if Fenris offered to put his hair back up, but that hadn't crossed Fenris' mind, initially. He only wants to touch, and wants to soothe.
Still, an unexpected inclination comes over him as he's running his fingers through. He parts Anders' hair into a few narrow strands, beginning to weave them in a way that starts forming a braid, even though Fenris has never learned how. At least, he has no recollection of learning how, but muscle memory takes over, and soon Anders' hair is pulled into an intricate braid that starts wide and tapers to a tiny point.
"I didn't know you could do this," Anders says as he raises a hand and brushes his fingers blindly over the braid, feeling the weave of it.
"Neither did I," Fenris admits. "Maybe... I did this for Varania, or our mother. A long time ago."
Anders turns enough to look at him, taking his hand in a comforting hold.
Thinking of his family doesn't sting as much as it did after Varania's betrayal. Fenris is almost at peace with it, almost able to accept a past he doesn't remember but was still important to him, once upon a time. Regardless, Anders is his family now, and the others too, even if they've mostly gone separate ways. Anders is the one here with him, holding his hand and looking at him with love in his eyes.
"I like it," Anders says. "Will you do it for me again?"
Fenris nods. "Whenever you like."
Anders smiles and shifts closer, leaning in to rest against Fenris' chest. Fenris wraps his arm around his shoulders, pulling him even closer, as eager as Anders always is for there to be no space left between them.
#just randomly got the headcanon that fenris can braid hair and ran with it#my fic#dragon age#fenders
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i was forced to talk about dragon age today, now i am forwarding it on to you. tell me about "the best all lack conviction"
oh maaaaan this one is fenders which idk how you feel about, but basically it's the result of me going "90% of the fenders out there is not complicated enough for me, I need it to be messy and slow burn and not one-sided in terms of who is getting offered understanding for their perspective, guess I'd better write it myself!!!" and promptly have taken, what, five years? more? to do that
but I go back and work on it periodically, and I like a lot of what I have actually, though I'm still a long way from getting them anywhere resembling a reconciliation let alone a relationship. but the journey is the fun part anyway so
it's a classic "hostile road trip" setup in terms of plot, because I am the person I am and "hostile road trip" will always be one of my favorite ways of forcing characters to cooperate :D
the title is from "the second coming" by yeats, specifically the lines: "The best lack all conviction, while the worst / Are full of passionate intensity."
a snippet:
“Mage,” he said harshly. “Are you awake?”
The lack of response suggested not. “Anders,” he tried more loudly, just in case, but that was equally pointless. He breathed out through his nose and rolled him to his back. His forehead was still clear, unbranded, though there was blood dried on his face, probably from a blow to the head.
Fenris looked up at the sky like some help might come from there, but the most noteworthy feature there was still the rift emitting its sickly greenish light.
Rummaging through the Templars’ things he managed to find two healing potions. He maneuvered Anders to a sitting position so he didn’t choke when Fenris poured one into his mouth, and let go quickly when he came awake coughing.
“Ouch,” Anders said, when he stopped. “My head hurts.”
“I imagine it does,” Fenris said grimly. “Get up. There might be more of them nearby.”
“More of,” Anders started to say, and then started up. “Wait, there were,” he said, and then finally seemed to absorb the carnage of his surroundings. “I missed something.”
“Yes,” Fenris said. “Did you hear me? Get up.”
“Okay,” Anders said, and started to stand up only to almost fall over. Fenris had to catch him, but though he braced for the skin crawling, achy feeling being too close to Anders always gave him, it seemed muted, less intense. “I hate magebane,” Anders said. “Makes me feel like a drunk foal, all wobbly and…strange. You’re tingly.”
Fenris gave him a sidelong look, unnerved. “Tingly?”
“Mm, yeah,” Anders said. “Sort of. Like…like mint. But on skin.”
Fenris shifted his shoulders and started dragging Anders away, though he didn’t really know where he was going. He couldn’t both keep hold of Anders and hold his sword, so he set Anders down momentarily to wipe his blade clean before sheathing it. Then he pulled Anders up again.
“You’re really strong,” Anders said. Fenris made a noise at the back of his throat.
“Stop talking, mage,” he said. “And get moving.”
#conversating#feralkwe#but where are all the dragons#fenders for ts#confessions of a frustrated writer#lise memes#fic excerpt
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Sam Fender
#sam fic#sam fanfiction#sam fanart#sam fender#sam fender lyrics#sam fender header#sam fender x reader#sam fender imagines#sam fender au#sam fender cute#sam fender concert#sam fender daily#sam fender fanfic#sam fender gif#sam fender icon#sam fender social media
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it is a need, not a want. it is a need to have nat, van, and laura lee screaming ‘we built this city’ by starship while lottie and taissa sit there gay panicking
because honestly nat and van definitely fuck it up to this album, and they would 100% drag whoever they can into it (so lets be real jackie and javi prob get into it w them)
the album came out in 1985.
#i WILL be adding this into the sam fender fic and i will have NO regrets#nat scatorccio#natalie scatorccio#vanessa palmer#van palmer#laura lee#lottie matthews#taissa turner#jackie taylor#javi martinez#lottienat#lottielee#lottie x natalie#natalie x lottie#lottie x laura lee#laura lee x lottie#taivan#vantai#taissa x van#van x taissa
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Love to occasionally read fanfic for media I only have a passing familiarity with
I am currently making my way through the best looking slowburn enemies to friends to lovers Anders/Fenris fanfics on Ao3 and I am having a GREAT time
I watched my bestie playing DA2 years ago and now I am vibing because all I need is a good narrative in the fanfics and good relationship development and I don't care about exact character voices, only the Potential™️
#Fanfic#Fenders#It's nice to enjoy fics based on Vibes only sometimes#Love to smush the faces of narrative foils together
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EVERYTHING EVERYWHERE ALL AT ONCE
(also known as fallingforel masterlist)
for the moment requests are on hold until otherwise, feel free to still send them and will get to them when I find the balance. Arabella is taking priority at the moment.
prompt list.
THE 1975
MATTY HEALY
SERIES: arabella
life long friend of the 1975 y/n meets alex turner on a night out the same alex turner who writes a song about you, turns out hes not the only one writing songs cause mattys been doing the same thing since 14. What happens when you find out?
ROSS MACDONALD
none yet. requests are welcome
GEORGE DANIEL
none yet. requests are welcome
ALEX TURNER
SERIES: Arabella
life long friend of the 1975 y/n meets alex turner on a night out the same alex turner who writes a song about you, turns out hes not the only one writing songs cause mattys been doing the same thing since 14. What happens when you find out?
prompt 98 (fluff)
prompt 53 (fluff)
prompt 3 (angst to fluff)
reading festival (fluff)
enemies to lovers (fluff smut and angst)
SAM FENDER
morning after (fluff)
12 DAYS OF PROMPTMAS
⋆｡°✩ people who i no longer write for ⋆｡°✩
#masterlist#the 1975#arctic monkeys#sam fender#sam fender x you#sam fender x y/n#alex turner x reader#alex turner x you#matty healy#george daniel#matty healy x reader#alex turner x y/n#matty healy x you#ross mcdonald#matty healy fic#matty healy fluff#the 1975 tour#the 1975 fic
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Happy Friday! "i'm not in love with you.'' ''good.'' for Fenders?
Same prompt like last week for @dadrunkwriting, fenders again, but different. A little different, I just can't help myself with them. Thank you for the prompt!
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"I removed the chance of compromise, because there can be no compromise."
The mage stands tall and proud, holding his staff openly. He looks different, wearing all black, even the feathers on his coat, his hair tied back all the way. Fenris hasn't seen him in a while. The last time... the last time he saw him...
Darkness, silent touches, hot breath on cool skin. The mage kissing his neck, touching him, lying under him, his eyes nearly closed but he never looks away. Biting his hand to quiet his whimpers, closing his eyes for just a second. Kissing Fenris' hand before he leaves.
They never spoke of that night. Not a single word.
The dust from the explosion sinks down over their heads, Meredith and Orsino screaming at each other, templars holding their swords at the ready, and in between all of that, Anders falls silent and sits down on a wooden box someone left in the square. Probably when the massive chantry exploded in two red columns.
He doesn't look defeated. He looks resigned. Now that the fire is gone from him, Fenris sees how how bright he burned before. He doesn't listen to the screams and accusations, he just sees Anders. And Anders looks at him.
The world seems to still around them, the screams, the dust, an image in time. A flash of light hits the knife in Hawke's hand and the dust falls.
The tip of the knife nicks Anders' coat, a feather flying away, but Fenris tightens his hand around Hawke's wrist, holding him back. Hawke narrows his eyes at him. "Why are you helping him? He destroyed everything."
"For that he has to die?" Fenris' voice sounds foreign to himself.
"I had plans. And he fucked it all up." Hawke twists his arm out of Fenris' grip.
"You will kill a friend?" Fenris steps closer, placing himself between Anders and Hawke.
There is movement behind his back, Anders standing up and coming to his side, out of the cover Fenris provides. "Go, Fenris," Anders says. "This has nothing to do with you."
"I decide for myself."
Bitter laughter comes from Hawke. "Fucking shit, your decisions." He laughs again with that vicious, bitter laugh. He hasn't really laughed in a long time. "You of all people should know what we should do with mages."
A chill runs down his spine. He recognizes this, he used to hate just like this. Fenris holds his arm in front of Anders, pushing him back. "He was good enough when he healed you."
Hawke looks from him to Anders and spits on the ground. "Fine. Get him out of my sight. If I see you again —"
Something hits Hawke in the face, a pink flower, spreading a sweet scent. Someone takes Fenris by the arm, pulling him away. It's Merrill, whispering a spell that clears the sweet scent from the air.
"What was that?" Anders asks as Isabela drags him forward.
"Oh, it's a manifestation of —"
"Less nerding out over magic," Isabela shouts, "more running. We have to get to the Gallows, and Hawke and his new templar friends won't stay like that forever."
"I didn't know..." Anders says quietly.
Merrill looks at him. "That he was kissing Meredith's stinking ass?"
Anders stares at her as Isabela laughs. "Kitten. We'll make a pirate out of you yet."
"Yes," Anders says, "that."
They reach the docks, jumping on the next best boat, and only then does Fenris notice that he still holds Anders' hand. "Mage. Anders. What did you expect to happen?"
Anders looks at his hand in Fenris' gauntlets. "That I die and the mages rise up." His eyes flash blue for a moment. "A simplistic idea, I realise that now."
"How can you lead the mages in their uprising if you are dead?"
"I'm not a leader, that was never my intention." He looks back at the cloud of smoke hanging over Kirkwall. "I was supposed to die."
Fenris drops Anders' hand. "Is that what you wish? Instead of helping your fellow mages?" He isn't quite sure where the anger comes from, but his gauntlets creak as he clenches his fists.
Anders looks at him, confused. "You seem to care. About me? About mages?"
"I care about freedom," Fenris says, crossing his arms. "I care that you don't throw your life away."
"Oh." Anders lowers his head.
"For the love of Andraste's pinky peach," Isabela shouts from the front. "Just tell him you're in love with him, we could all die in a minute."
Fenris feels his ears heat. "I am not in love with you."
"Good," Anders says quietly.
He can't quite grasp the sense of disappointment going through him.
"But," Anders says with another breath. "I think she meant me. And I'm..."
Fenris leans forward and kisses him, his gauntlets sliding into Anders' hair. "I lied," he whispers against Anders' lips.
#dadrunkwriting#fenders#Fenris#Anders#fenders fic#Fenris x Anders#dragon age#dragon age fanfiction#my writing
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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.
Rated T
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Fic writers' end-of-year roundup:
2022 edition!
It’s that time of year, writer friends — time to take stock of what we’ve been up to this year! @barbex tagged me, thank you so much!
And I'm tagging @kerfanna @sulky-valkyrie @justcallmecappy and anyone else who wants to! Sorry if i double tagged anyone!
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Words written (published or not, WIPs included!): well counting the approximate 20k for my novel, about 1k in fanfic wips, and my 97k stat from ao3 for the years I’m at 117,914 words for the years!
Smut scenes: I have 5 stories marked explicit but a lot of them have more than one smut scene, especially my longer ones.
New things I tried: I wrote a longfic and put more conscious effort into having a posting schedule when I have stories in progress. I have been trying more things with sequels as well.
Fic I spent the most time on: Oh, Test Of Freedom without question. It is my chonkiest fic by far, and it was a conscious weekly effort to plan and write chapters in a timely fashion so that lovely Kerf could edit them.
Fic I spent the least time on: Probably Spotlight. The prompt from the server really grabbed me, I think I wrote it in one or two sittings tops.
Favorite thing I wrote: probably animal (take a bite of my heart tonight), i really loved the idea of a complimentary rut fic to my heat fic and think heat waves and it mesh very nicely.
Favorite thing I read: Kerf and my gf’s best friend got me into the GrishaVerse books and i not only devoured them but any wesper fics i could find, so. By far Crooked Kingdom was my favorite, and I highly recommend the entire series.
Writing goals for next year: I want to work more on my original works; reading so much and seeing how other writers, both fic and professionally published, have really helped me cement some of the things I want to do.
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It's kinda weird when fenders writers write Fenris as having deeply negative feelings about the Chantry boom, calling Anders a murderer, banging on about all the innocents that died, etc, especially when partnered with Anders feeling complete regret over the boom, and wishing he hasn't done it, bc it absolutely makes me think that the author is pushing their own feelings onto both characters and making them react ooc.
Fenris doesn't once comment about the boom as far as I know. He actually doesn't seem to give a single fuck about it, much less shit on Anders for murdering, considering his own history.
And Anders has no reason to suddenly feel like he did the wrong thing bc while he very much could express guilt over the fact that some innocents did die, he still wouldn't change his trolley problem decision that is the culmination of 7 years of peaceful protesting and was done in the face of genocide after years of abuse. So him suddenly feeling like he did the wrong thing and now has to repent is a weird thing to do with this character.
#fenders#anders#fenris#my posts#it almost feels like those authors want to punish anders and chose fenris as his punisher#which is so not what i want from a fenders fic#i mean I'm probably not right about that but it's just how it feels to me
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Chapters: 2/?
Fandom: Dragon Age (Video Games), Dragon Age II, Dragon Age: Inquisition
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: past Andraste/Maferath/Shartan, Anders/Fenris (Dragon Age), Anders & Justice (Dragon Age), Anders/Solas (Dragon Age)
Characters: Anders (Dragon Age), Justice (Dragon Age), Andraste, Lirene (Dragon Age), Fenris (Dragon Age), Male Hawke (Dragon Age), Bethany Hawke
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Reincarnation, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Diary/Journal, Epistolary, Reincarnation, Rating May Change, Body Dysphoria, Fantasy Religion, Fantasy Racism, Loss of Faith, Rebellion, Spirits are People (Dragon Age), Mental Health Issues, Tags May Change
Summary:
"They’ve raised me as a goddess when everything I fought for has been ground into ashes."
Andraste did not go to the Maker’s side. Instead, she was reborn—and Anders has reawakened.
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Chapters: 1/5
Rating: Mature
Relationships: Anders/Isabela (Dragon Age), Anders/Fenris (Dragon Age), Fenris/Isabela (Dragon Age), Anders/Fenris/Isabela (Dragon Age)
Additional Tags: Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Polyamory, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Prostitution, Romance, Angst, Smut, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Past Abuse
Summary:
When Isabela decides to recruit the charming apostate she met at The Pearl, Anders' life takes a very different track. Raiding slavers and Templars in the Venefication Sea, neither of them knows exactly what to make of it when they find a castaway: a strange elf with what look like vallaslin, and a violent hatred of magic.
All they have to do is get back to Rivain. Simple, right?
An AU where Anders and Fenris join Isabela's crew before the events of Awakening and DA2. Mostly, a polyamorous romance about pirates - with a little smut and angst thrown in for good measure.
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Sam Fender
#sam fender#sam fender icon#sam fender gif#sam fic#sam fanfiction#sam fender lyrics#sam fender imagines#sam fanart#sam fender concert#black and white
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