DA2 Fic Recs

[darkrose]

Ironically, given that it isn't at all my pairing of choice, two of these are Fenris/Anders:

Avete Vos
Fenris/Anders, NSFW
AU where Fenris is a gladiator. He's still a slave, but he has enough status to have slaves of his own, one of whom is a snarky apostate from Ferelden. The authors did their research on the Roman Empire, which makes my little history geek heart beat faster. WIP that hasn't been updated in a while.


Volutions
Fenris/Anders, NSFW
Series that features an Anders I can actually connect with Awakening Anders, and a brilliantly-written Fenris. It's best read in order, which is why I linked to AO3.

A Long Far Way From Home
Connor/Feynriel
Series of drabbles and ficlets based on Connor Guerrin (post-Origins) and Feynriel (post-"Night Terrors") meeting as students and outsiders in the Tevinter Imperium. The notes on each piece are worth reading as much as the stories themselves.

November Monthly Prompt! Only Slightly Late!

[miri1984]

This month it is brought to you by the lovely scarylady

Let's Have a Mash Up!

We see plenty of lovely DA fics, but very few fun cross-overs - time to fix that, I say!

To start you off, here's a few prompts that might tickle your fancy. Feel free to use them, change them, spindle and mutilate them as you wish.

~ oo ~

The sound that broke the quiet of the night-time camp was like nothing they had ever heard before; as though a thousand golems ground a nick from a thousand swords with a thousand whetstones in perfect synchronized time. The alarm was given by those on watch, but it was hardly needed; bodies were already scrambling through tent flaps, buckling on armour and reaching for weapons.

Before their fearful and astonished gaze, a regular shape coalesced out of the pre-dawn mist; taller than a man, smooth sides dimpled with square panels, strange runes glowing with unnatural light across the top edge of one side.

A blue box.

~ oo ~

The sign blinked on and off, on and off, on and off. It was pink, overly bright and hurt Alistair's bleary eyes as he opened them. There had been a fight, he recalled, an abomination throwing spells. He had tried to reach it, to use templar force to knock the power from it, but the spell had hit him first, pulling him down into blackness and quiet.

And now… he was in a chair. The visor of his helmet must be up, he could feel it clamped around his head, but the light… the light was so bright.

The helmet released him, the chair tipping forward slightly, encouraging him to stand. His legs felt strange, as though they belong to someone else. He could hear faint Antivan curses from the adjacent chair.

The voice came from everywhere and nowhere, overly loud and harsh on his ears despite the mellow, well-modulated tones:

"As with all role-playing adventures you will experience a certain amount of disorientation on leaving the game. It will be several minutes before your real-life memories return. So, in the meantime, please disengage the game-playing machinery and relax until an attendant is free to answer any of your questions.

On behalf of Leisure World International, may we be the first to say, welcome back to reality!"

~ oo ~

The demon was a long way from his usual hunting grounds; the Fade here was paler, the air thinner, the pink tinge of home almost entirely missing.

He sniffed the air, looking for weakness, the delicious whiff of Pride that would take him to the thicker, tastier world of men. A prideful man, a good fit for his being; two pieces of the puzzle to slot together and give him solid flesh to wear.

When the aroma hit him, his scaly knees almost buckled at the intensity, but the scent came not from the physical world. It was here, right here in the Fade. Never had he felt such Pride, never experienced such force and power in a mortal. It pulled at the very heart of his being, drawing him to where a tiny, mewling baby lay on the ground.

A baby? This tiny being held such Pride? The demon shrugged. A being of half-flesh, here in the Fade, not a mortal at all, no foothold to the world. But the Pride he felt would strengthen his own, make him more powerful. He must eat this Fade child, absorb its vibrant being. Clawed hands reached down for fragile flesh, twisted jaws opened to reveal pointed teeth. The taste… so delicious, pride and ego and power coursing through his veins…

Lord Voldemort opened his eyes on a new world and a new powerful form. Ugly, but functional. It would suffice.

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Nothing striking your fancy? No fresh ideas coming to mind? Ask me for a specific prompt for you and I'll have a stab at it.

Fic: A Guild-ed Cage 14/?

[1smut_princess]

Title: A Guild-ed Cage 14/?
Author: Rhion
Rating: AO!
Disclaimer: Me no own, you no sue.
Summary: AU. Zev never went to Ferelden. Now, Miolanai, Hero of Ferelden finds herself in Antiva. Master Ignacio assigns her a bodyguard and guide. A guide who just so happens to have been friends with the Crow she killed so long ago during the beginnings of the Blight.
AN: I had meant to take all of last month to create chapter buffers for this month, as it is that time of year that is also known as "NaNoWriMo" (e.g - "Rhion Runs Around Like A Crazed Freak With Flaming Pants"), except then, well, le_monde kinda...threw a bunny, and well...well we've written well over a hundred thousand words. I think as of chapter sixteen it's more like a hundred fifty. In like two weeks. Oops? Plus there's my Hellboy fics... Chapter 15 of Guilded is about half done, but NaNoWriMo, weather kickin' my ass, husband quirkiness, and my other stories, it's a bit stalled. I know what needs to happen, what I want to write, etc, but the flow's been broken.

Beta'd as usual by jannifer and le_monde

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FICLET: You Had To Go There (M!Hawke/Fenris, SFW, 1/1)

[darkrose]

For the kink meme prompt "Things you wish you could have said/done in-game":

For three years, Julian had been dreaming about this moment: Fenris's mouth on his again, the tingle of lyrium against his scalp as Fenris ran his fingers through his hair. It was perfect--better than perfect--but there was one thing that still had to be addressed. Reluctantly, he pulled away from the kiss.

"Fenris, you know I adore you. And you've possibly just made me the happiest man in Kirkwall, if not in all of Thedas."

Julian's dark eyes narrowed. "But if you ever throw my mother in my face like that again, I'm going to introduce you to a little spell I like to call, "Sleeping on the couch for the next month," are we clear?"