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Poorly written fan fic from BSN prompts and love!
Title:"Chocolate Cures Everything"
Prompt: Jealousy
Rating: T...I guess...
Characters: Anders, F!Surana, Samahla, and Two drunk wardens...
The new Wardens were catcalling and dancing their way back into the Keep. Falla dressed in a rather clingy dress was swinging a bottle idly while singing what sounded like a Rivani drinking song. Marcys was leaning heavily on her arm and attempting to slide his hand below her waist. She pushed him away sharply, and he flopped to the ground. Anders winced. Stupid Marcys. He had moved too slow with her early in the evening and now he was trying to make up for it. Anders shook his head. If he was in Marcys' position, Falla would have been soundly satiated by this point. He leaned against the window frame briefly before setting off down the hall.
He couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy. Being young, footloose and free seemed too distant a memory now. The worst part was that he had been good at it. Maker, there were times he would give anything to go back to that point in his life. If only he could--
"Andy! I got chocolate! 'S for drinking!"
The tiny elf girl was running headlong toward him sloshing said drinking chocolate down her front.
"Oi, Sam! Where's mine then?" He lifted her up in the air. She looked down at him; her little nose wrinkled up in consternation. "Ma Mae, where's Andy's chocolate? He needs some too!"
"He's naughty and isn't allowed any. Anyway, 's far past his bed time and yours too, little miss." Anders grinned at the woman swaying down the hall.
"Ah, Mae. We'll be nice and even study our lessons. Isn't that right, Samahla?" Anders smiled as innocently as possible and allowed the child to crawl up to his shoulders.
"Yep. Even the boring ones with numbers," Samahla placed the cup on his head. Anders winced as he felt warm chocolate dribble down his forehead.
"We're all going to bed. 'S bad enough my Wardens act like hooligans. I won't have you lot doing as such."
"Sorry, Sam. Can't argue with the boss." Anders shrugged and inadvertently toppled the cup of chocolate spilling its contents down his face.
"Ah, shi-"
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Anders softly closed the door to Samahla's room. The soft snoring of the little girl silenced as the tumblers clicked into place.
"Do you ever miss it?" Maeve asked as she looked out the hall window. She could clearly see Falla emerge from a dark corner and righting her clothes. Marcys emerged several seconds later sauntering after her smugly
"I do envy them at times, but something always seems to remind me that I'm better off now." He gently pulled her away from the window.
"Even though you're thoroughly coated in chocolate?" Maeve rose up on her toes and ran her tongue behind his ear. Anders sighed happily.
"Especially when I'm covered in chocolate."
"You wouldn't mind if I cleaned you up, would you?" She grinned up at him.
"Mmm... Let's go make everyone jealous." He scooped Maeve up handily, chuckling as she nuzzled against his neck. If he was good at being young and irresponsible, then he was better at this.
Title: "The End of an Origin"
Rating: T...I guess... Grey Wardens by any means necessary and whatnot
Prompt: Anders as an Origins companion
Characters: Anders, F!Surana, Alistair (Briefly...well, I guess he's there the whole time, but... oh, just read it. ^_^)
She was fighting like mad to free herself from his arms, her wordless cries of abject grief clashing violently with the screeches of the severely wounded Archdemon. Alistair, of course, was running headlong at the damned thing leaving him to hold onto the elf... The flash of light and power knocked him off his feet. Several minutes later he ventured a chance at opening his eyes. What the f---? Everything was brown and swirly. Something moved over him. Maeve. The brown was her hair then. Anders took a deep painful breath and sat up. He cradled her body across his lap searching her face for life. He smiled in spite of himself as her eyes flickered open. Not dead then. That at least he could be thankful for.
“Mae?”
She pushed him away roughly taking advantage of the shift in both position and situation. By the time Anders had made it to his feet she was running toward Alistair's body. He could tell the boy was dead. She wasn't half the healer he was and even she would know that. The desperate way she was trying to force magic to produce some semblance of life into Alistair's body tore at Anders' heart. Really? Did she think it would help.
"He's gone. You're just wasting your mana." He dropped to his knees and slid an arm around her. Maeve turned on him, wild-eyed and with only a dangerously tenuous control over her power.
"No. He lied to me. He said he went to her. He'd be fine. I just had to keep you safe. That was my job. I just had to worry about you. He'd be fine. He went to her."
Great, she'd gone mad with grief. From her rambling he gathered that Alistair had not had to die, but, honorable fool that he was, had sacrificed himself. Was being king so objectionable? Anders understood the fear of being locked away forever in a castle, but Alistair had left the woman alone. This was unforgivable. A life that featured a pretty girl, a full stomach, and the ability to lop off the head of any Templar of his choosing almost seemed worth it. Almost.
"Just breathe."
He pulled her to his chest. All these months, she had remained stalwart, letting no one see the cracks in her facade of lead Grey Warden. Well, excluding that one night...
"I have a favor to ask of you," Maeve whispered into his ear.
"Ah. That's why you wanted to be on watch with me. And here I thought it was because you liked me." He worked his face into a comically exaggerated pout.
"You'll, You'll like this," she blushed furiously.
"Oh, do tell."
"I want to..." She bit hard into her bottom lip.
"Yes?"
"I want to sleep with Alistair. I love him." Blood was gathering in the middle of her lip. Anders ran a finger over the split to heal it.
"Where do I come into this? Do you want me to talk to him?" Anders smiled wickedly. "The Circle Mage biddy already told him where babies come from."
“No. When he does sleep with me, if he will-”
“Oh, he will. I would, right now.” He leered at her ridiculously before laughing and giving her shoulder a playful shove.
“Honestly?” She looked up at him with a look of bald-faced terror.
“Are you asking?” She was not asking him that. She wasn’t.
“Yes.”
“But Alistair.” What in the Dark City?
“For Alistair.” She rubbed the heel of her hand roughly between her eyes. “When he... It’ll hurt me.”
“So, you, never?” He looked at her skeptically.
“Yes. I... He’ll hurt me and it’ll kill him. He all but dies when he rolls over on my hair, Anders.” She pressed herself to his chest. “You though. You’re not that naive or tenderhearted.”
“No, I am not, but I can’t do that, Mae.” Push her away Anders. No? Okay.
“Why? Guilt-free sex? That sounds right up your corridor.” She slipped an arm around his neck.
“Guilt-free? Yes, I would never feel guilty about sleeping with my friend’s woman.” He leaned into her embrace until they were forehead to forehead.
“The virtue of aiding me negates the sin of going behind his back.”
“Rationalizing? Now that always makes things better.”
“If you’re going to be passive-agressive, just passive-aggressively take me into the woods and-”
“Mae-”
“Please. You know, I only asked you because I car-trust you.”
“Warden!”
Anders snapped back to the present to see their allies gathering around them slowly.
“It’s dead then. And... and the king?”
Maeve stood, suddenly every bit the last Grey Warden in Ferelden.
“Fereldens, you are lucky. You have such a blessed wonderful king, that he would give himself for your safety. We shall not allow his sacrifice to be in vain. We will follow his example and give our everything to rebuild the kingdom that he gave,” here she faltered slightly, “his all too short life for. Go forth and tell our fellows of our victory. For Ferelden!”
“For Ferelden!” the men shouted in unison and began working their way down the tower. A couple of the Redcliffe knights looked from Maeve to Anders to Alistair’s still body.
“Please take him,” Anders said taking his cue from Maeve’s silence. “There’s a woman below, a Leliana. She will want to see him first. He loved her.” The men reverently lifted the fallen king to their shoulders and followed their compatriots down the steps.
“He left me, like I did him. Maybe not in the same way, but still.” She slipped back into Anders’ arms burying her nose in the juncture between neck and shoulder. He gingerly laid a kiss atop her head as a tremor of guilt worked its way through is body. He’d held her back from Alistair in both situations.
“It’s over at least...”
“You are naive, after all. It’s actually just starting for us, love.”
Title:"Questions and Answers"
Prompt: Children
Rating: I'm going to keep putting T here, just 'cause...
Characters: Anders and Samahla
Warning: There's a picture and your teeth might fall out. I was kind of in a shmoopy mood when I wrote this so it's sticky caramel sweet.
Anders stretched out a leg in the hammock. The bowl of blueberries on his chest counterbalanced by the cat near his feet. From somewhere below him a little voice asks, "Andy, can I ask you a question?"
"Sure, Sam."
"Where does the sun go at night?"
"Antiva."
"Why is the grass green?"
"Because it isn't red. I thought you had a question."
"How many people are there in the world?"
"More than you can count, and more than I could be bothered to."
"Why are my ears pointy?"
"You're an elf, silly."
"Can I have a bite?"
"Yes."
He offers her the bowl, which she takes greedily.
"Do you like me?" She pops a handful of berries into her mouth.
"What?"
"Do you like me?"
Anders half opens one eye and finds himself face to face with the little towheaded elf. "Why are you asking me that Sam?" She's gnawing at her tunic sleeve and he pulls it away from her blue-stained mouth before sitting up, careful to maintain his balance and gingerly move the dozing cat. He takes her round little face in his hands. "I like you, Samahla. I," he takes a breath, "I love you." He ruffles her hair and smiles. "You know that."
"I thought you might not like people like me," she ventures, visibly fighting the impulse to bring her sleeve back to her mouth.
"Elves? I think Mae would tell you that I'm quite fond of her," Anders says trying to keep from laughing.
"No," she screws up her face. "A kid."
"What makes you say that?" He is suddenly hit with a feeling of unease. This was going to be one of those sort of conversations.
"Well, when the puppies came here. I asked how they got here. You said Vorenus loved Niobe and they made the puppies."
"Yes, I did say that. Didn't I?" Oh sweet Maker in his vaulted heaven.
"You love Mae, but you don't have any puppies," she says clearly distressed.
"Well, we've got you," he runs a hand over her hair trying desperately to comfort her for both their sakes.
"'S not the same as from her belly, Andy."
"No, I suppose it's not, kid. I could lie to you and say it is the same, but lying is bad, isn't it?"
She nods slowly.
"Let's just say being a Grey Warden made me sick in a way that even I can't heal, so I can't have 'puppies' with Maeve. I would though... if you ask her and she asks."
"Okay, Andy," she says satisfied with his answer. She tries to wriggle into his lap, but he stops her before she tumps them both out of the hammock. He wraps his arms around her and leant back in one fluid motion.
"Can I ask another question?" Samahla buries her head into his chest and yawns.
"Why do you ask me so many questions?" Anders smiles into the top of her head.
"'Cause your my da and you know everything, silly. Can I ask my question now?"
Anders felt himself smirk at no one in particular as the wave of pride washed over him. "Sure, Sam. Ask away."
Prompt: Jealousy
Rating: T...I guess...
Characters: Anders, F!Surana, Samahla, and Two drunk wardens...
The new Wardens were catcalling and dancing their way back into the Keep. Falla dressed in a rather clingy dress was swinging a bottle idly while singing what sounded like a Rivani drinking song. Marcys was leaning heavily on her arm and attempting to slide his hand below her waist. She pushed him away sharply, and he flopped to the ground. Anders winced. Stupid Marcys. He had moved too slow with her early in the evening and now he was trying to make up for it. Anders shook his head. If he was in Marcys' position, Falla would have been soundly satiated by this point. He leaned against the window frame briefly before setting off down the hall.
He couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy. Being young, footloose and free seemed too distant a memory now. The worst part was that he had been good at it. Maker, there were times he would give anything to go back to that point in his life. If only he could--
"Andy! I got chocolate! 'S for drinking!"
The tiny elf girl was running headlong toward him sloshing said drinking chocolate down her front.
"Oi, Sam! Where's mine then?" He lifted her up in the air. She looked down at him; her little nose wrinkled up in consternation. "Ma Mae, where's Andy's chocolate? He needs some too!"
"He's naughty and isn't allowed any. Anyway, 's far past his bed time and yours too, little miss." Anders grinned at the woman swaying down the hall.
"Ah, Mae. We'll be nice and even study our lessons. Isn't that right, Samahla?" Anders smiled as innocently as possible and allowed the child to crawl up to his shoulders.
"Yep. Even the boring ones with numbers," Samahla placed the cup on his head. Anders winced as he felt warm chocolate dribble down his forehead.
"We're all going to bed. 'S bad enough my Wardens act like hooligans. I won't have you lot doing as such."
"Sorry, Sam. Can't argue with the boss." Anders shrugged and inadvertently toppled the cup of chocolate spilling its contents down his face.
"Ah, shi-"
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Anders softly closed the door to Samahla's room. The soft snoring of the little girl silenced as the tumblers clicked into place.
"Do you ever miss it?" Maeve asked as she looked out the hall window. She could clearly see Falla emerge from a dark corner and righting her clothes. Marcys emerged several seconds later sauntering after her smugly
"I do envy them at times, but something always seems to remind me that I'm better off now." He gently pulled her away from the window.
"Even though you're thoroughly coated in chocolate?" Maeve rose up on her toes and ran her tongue behind his ear. Anders sighed happily.
"Especially when I'm covered in chocolate."
"You wouldn't mind if I cleaned you up, would you?" She grinned up at him.
"Mmm... Let's go make everyone jealous." He scooped Maeve up handily, chuckling as she nuzzled against his neck. If he was good at being young and irresponsible, then he was better at this.
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Title: "The End of an Origin"
Rating: T...I guess... Grey Wardens by any means necessary and whatnot
Prompt: Anders as an Origins companion
Characters: Anders, F!Surana, Alistair (Briefly...well, I guess he's there the whole time, but... oh, just read it. ^_^)
She was fighting like mad to free herself from his arms, her wordless cries of abject grief clashing violently with the screeches of the severely wounded Archdemon. Alistair, of course, was running headlong at the damned thing leaving him to hold onto the elf... The flash of light and power knocked him off his feet. Several minutes later he ventured a chance at opening his eyes. What the f---? Everything was brown and swirly. Something moved over him. Maeve. The brown was her hair then. Anders took a deep painful breath and sat up. He cradled her body across his lap searching her face for life. He smiled in spite of himself as her eyes flickered open. Not dead then. That at least he could be thankful for.
“Mae?”
She pushed him away roughly taking advantage of the shift in both position and situation. By the time Anders had made it to his feet she was running toward Alistair's body. He could tell the boy was dead. She wasn't half the healer he was and even she would know that. The desperate way she was trying to force magic to produce some semblance of life into Alistair's body tore at Anders' heart. Really? Did she think it would help.
"He's gone. You're just wasting your mana." He dropped to his knees and slid an arm around her. Maeve turned on him, wild-eyed and with only a dangerously tenuous control over her power.
"No. He lied to me. He said he went to her. He'd be fine. I just had to keep you safe. That was my job. I just had to worry about you. He'd be fine. He went to her."
Great, she'd gone mad with grief. From her rambling he gathered that Alistair had not had to die, but, honorable fool that he was, had sacrificed himself. Was being king so objectionable? Anders understood the fear of being locked away forever in a castle, but Alistair had left the woman alone. This was unforgivable. A life that featured a pretty girl, a full stomach, and the ability to lop off the head of any Templar of his choosing almost seemed worth it. Almost.
"Just breathe."
He pulled her to his chest. All these months, she had remained stalwart, letting no one see the cracks in her facade of lead Grey Warden. Well, excluding that one night...
"I have a favor to ask of you," Maeve whispered into his ear.
"Ah. That's why you wanted to be on watch with me. And here I thought it was because you liked me." He worked his face into a comically exaggerated pout.
"You'll, You'll like this," she blushed furiously.
"Oh, do tell."
"I want to..." She bit hard into her bottom lip.
"Yes?"
"I want to sleep with Alistair. I love him." Blood was gathering in the middle of her lip. Anders ran a finger over the split to heal it.
"Where do I come into this? Do you want me to talk to him?" Anders smiled wickedly. "The Circle Mage biddy already told him where babies come from."
“No. When he does sleep with me, if he will-”
“Oh, he will. I would, right now.” He leered at her ridiculously before laughing and giving her shoulder a playful shove.
“Honestly?” She looked up at him with a look of bald-faced terror.
“Are you asking?” She was not asking him that. She wasn’t.
“Yes.”
“But Alistair.” What in the Dark City?
“For Alistair.” She rubbed the heel of her hand roughly between her eyes. “When he... It’ll hurt me.”
“So, you, never?” He looked at her skeptically.
“Yes. I... He’ll hurt me and it’ll kill him. He all but dies when he rolls over on my hair, Anders.” She pressed herself to his chest. “You though. You’re not that naive or tenderhearted.”
“No, I am not, but I can’t do that, Mae.” Push her away Anders. No? Okay.
“Why? Guilt-free sex? That sounds right up your corridor.” She slipped an arm around his neck.
“Guilt-free? Yes, I would never feel guilty about sleeping with my friend’s woman.” He leaned into her embrace until they were forehead to forehead.
“The virtue of aiding me negates the sin of going behind his back.”
“Rationalizing? Now that always makes things better.”
“If you’re going to be passive-agressive, just passive-aggressively take me into the woods and-”
“Mae-”
“Please. You know, I only asked you because I car-trust you.”
“Warden!”
Anders snapped back to the present to see their allies gathering around them slowly.
“It’s dead then. And... and the king?”
Maeve stood, suddenly every bit the last Grey Warden in Ferelden.
“Fereldens, you are lucky. You have such a blessed wonderful king, that he would give himself for your safety. We shall not allow his sacrifice to be in vain. We will follow his example and give our everything to rebuild the kingdom that he gave,” here she faltered slightly, “his all too short life for. Go forth and tell our fellows of our victory. For Ferelden!”
“For Ferelden!” the men shouted in unison and began working their way down the tower. A couple of the Redcliffe knights looked from Maeve to Anders to Alistair’s still body.
“Please take him,” Anders said taking his cue from Maeve’s silence. “There’s a woman below, a Leliana. She will want to see him first. He loved her.” The men reverently lifted the fallen king to their shoulders and followed their compatriots down the steps.
“He left me, like I did him. Maybe not in the same way, but still.” She slipped back into Anders’ arms burying her nose in the juncture between neck and shoulder. He gingerly laid a kiss atop her head as a tremor of guilt worked its way through is body. He’d held her back from Alistair in both situations.
“It’s over at least...”
“You are naive, after all. It’s actually just starting for us, love.”
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Title:"Questions and Answers"
Prompt: Children
Rating: I'm going to keep putting T here, just 'cause...
Characters: Anders and Samahla
Warning: There's a picture and your teeth might fall out. I was kind of in a shmoopy mood when I wrote this so it's sticky caramel sweet.
Anders stretched out a leg in the hammock. The bowl of blueberries on his chest counterbalanced by the cat near his feet. From somewhere below him a little voice asks, "Andy, can I ask you a question?"
"Sure, Sam."
"Where does the sun go at night?"
"Antiva."
"Why is the grass green?"
"Because it isn't red. I thought you had a question."
"How many people are there in the world?"
"More than you can count, and more than I could be bothered to."
"Why are my ears pointy?"
"You're an elf, silly."
"Can I have a bite?"
"Yes."
He offers her the bowl, which she takes greedily.
"Do you like me?" She pops a handful of berries into her mouth.
"What?"
"Do you like me?"
Anders half opens one eye and finds himself face to face with the little towheaded elf. "Why are you asking me that Sam?" She's gnawing at her tunic sleeve and he pulls it away from her blue-stained mouth before sitting up, careful to maintain his balance and gingerly move the dozing cat. He takes her round little face in his hands. "I like you, Samahla. I," he takes a breath, "I love you." He ruffles her hair and smiles. "You know that."
"I thought you might not like people like me," she ventures, visibly fighting the impulse to bring her sleeve back to her mouth.
"Elves? I think Mae would tell you that I'm quite fond of her," Anders says trying to keep from laughing.
"No," she screws up her face. "A kid."
"What makes you say that?" He is suddenly hit with a feeling of unease. This was going to be one of those sort of conversations.
"Well, when the puppies came here. I asked how they got here. You said Vorenus loved Niobe and they made the puppies."
"Yes, I did say that. Didn't I?" Oh sweet Maker in his vaulted heaven.
"You love Mae, but you don't have any puppies," she says clearly distressed.
"Well, we've got you," he runs a hand over her hair trying desperately to comfort her for both their sakes.
"'S not the same as from her belly, Andy."
"No, I suppose it's not, kid. I could lie to you and say it is the same, but lying is bad, isn't it?"
She nods slowly.
"Let's just say being a Grey Warden made me sick in a way that even I can't heal, so I can't have 'puppies' with Maeve. I would though... if you ask her and she asks."
"Okay, Andy," she says satisfied with his answer. She tries to wriggle into his lap, but he stops her before she tumps them both out of the hammock. He wraps his arms around her and leant back in one fluid motion.
"Can I ask another question?" Samahla buries her head into his chest and yawns.
"Why do you ask me so many questions?" Anders smiles into the top of her head.
"'Cause your my da and you know everything, silly. Can I ask my question now?"
Anders felt himself smirk at no one in particular as the wave of pride washed over him. "Sure, Sam. Ask away."
