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[tankgirly]

Miri, I promised you some time ago I am going to do another Anders.



The female is Helena, sweetfoxy's PC. This pic was done to commemorate her.

[Galagraphia]

BTW, should it be Anders' first something or it can be someone else but the subject is somehow related to Anders or the situation involves Anders? ( I hope what I was trying to say was understandable)

[SurelyForth]

Galagraphia wrote...

BTW, should it be Anders' first something or it can be someone else but the subject is somehow related to Anders or the situation involves Anders? ( I hope what I was trying to say was understandable)

I think either/or? One of my ideas (which will probably be thrown to the Undertow wolves) isn't about his first anything, but it is meaningful for him.

I finished one prompt, but there are like twelve firsts buried within, and it's a bit cracked as I wrote half in one sitting and half in another. I'm going to poke at it and maybe post it soonish. I'm hoping to do the Obvious First over lunch (I hope nobody does my idea first, since it's not that original).

[Avilia]

I turned my prompt into a longer story.

Fanfic linky

My first time putting anything up there so hopefully it won't go pear shaped.

Oh - no throwing things at me because of the ending....

[Galagraphia]

Aww, Tank, this is so nice *hugs* I'll comment more on dA once I get home, dA hates my phone today again.



Surely, good, because what I wanted to do about one of Anders' first things can't be done in an hour, I want it to be epic, colored and funny. Will do something else for the prompt.

btw I finally got the idea how to draw Brand with Anders, although it may disappoint you because it's not kisses\\sexy times, but I heard the song about a woman, her life is a mess and there's a guy who wants to tell her how special she is, but he can't for some reason. It inspired me, I think.

[SurelyForth]

Galagraphia wrote...
btw I finally got the idea how to draw Brand with Anders, although it may disappoint you because it's not kisses\\\\sexy times, but I heard the song about a woman, her life is a mess and there's a guy who wants to tell her how special she is, but he can't for some reason. It inspired me, I think.

That sounds pretty perfect, Gala!

I've shelved my first idea, although it might be used for a future story because it needs more context in order to work.

Now I have to keep Zevran/Oghren from dropping into the next one so I can get it done AND keep it rated T!

[LupusYondergirl]

Galagraphia wrote...
Surely, good, because what I wanted to do about one of Anders' first things can't be done in an hour, I want it to be epic, colored and funny. Will do something else for the prompt.

I think we are ALL having that problem. I'm on the sixth page of something this prompt started.  I think it's half done.

And I have ideas for a bunch of shorter things, too.

[SurelyForth]

I don't even know.

Advice for the King

"So you're telling me that the King of Ferelden is a…" Anders searched the ceiling for a word that was just not coming to mind so ridiculous was the situation. "He's a virgin? Is he five?"

"I am right here, you know," Alistair scowled at the mage. "Ron, did you really have to invite him to this? Oghren was bad enough. Well, before he passed out."

Anders lolled his head to look at his commander and was profoundly unsurprised to see that he wore his usual expression of bemused detachment.

"I couldn't invite everyone but him," Ron shrugged and tugged thoughtfully at a loose strand of black hair. "And, to be fair to Anders, you're the one who keeps asking for advice on how to handle...things."

Alistair sank back against the plush settee, his scowl intensifying and his cheeks turning a most delightful shade of pink. Anders couldn't help but smile at his king's misfortune, because it was the sort of misfortune that wasn't misfortune at all.

"Oh, listen to you! 'I'm a king and my beautiful betrothed wants to do all sorts of depraved things to me'," Anders stretched languidly and sat up, one arm flopping across Alistair's shoulders. He ignored the pointed look that clearly said what do you mean, with the touching? "This is what you need to do: take her to a semi-secluded location, get naked, mostly naked, or at least exposed, find something to grab onto and just go for it. And by it I mean..."

"Anders," Ron had one eyebrow raised in as close to disapproval as the elf came. "You are about to give Alistair a coronary."

Alistair did seem to have gone a bit pale at the mention of naked and exposed.

"You have got to be kidding me!" Anders pulled his arm away like he might catch something. "You're really that repressed? I thought being a king was all busty courtesans and naughty maids and orgies after tea."

"I was raised in the Chantry," Alistair was back to furious blushing. "I was going to be a templar...they think it unwise to teach us how to...woo a woman only to take away the option the moment we take our vows."

"And after you left you never once thought to, you know, go for it? I can think of about ten ways you could get it with no effort, and I'm incredibly drunk. Actually, being drunk might account for five of those..."

"I just want it to be better than..." Alistair's hands went out and he was making the most awkward grabby gestures with his fingers.

Anders didn't even know...his eyes met Ron's and he was glad to see this had gotten a concerned reaction, at least.

"I'm blaming you for his continued inexperience," Anders tilted his head, wondering why he should blame anyone at all. "Or maybe Lady Cousland should blame you for the fact that she's marrying a man who thinks he should approach her chest like it's a giant abacus."

"Ron's first time wasn't until the Blight," Alistair took a moment away from staring at his hands in horror to point this out. "Although I always imagined it went something like 'Shut up, elf, and get in my tent' followed by 10 minutes of black."

"So I told you?" Ron was smiling when said this. "And, actually, she told me that her tent was cold."

"Really? And you fell for that?" Alistair shuddered. "You are lucky to be alive."

From what Anders had heard of his commander's former lover, Ron was just lucky.

"That's your problem, your majesty," it took Anders a moment to find the edge of the settee so he could command a little more attention. "You're supposed to fall for it. When you're eating dinner and Lady Cousland grabs your knee..."

"Thigh. Upper thigh. Actually, I don't think the part of the leg she was going for qualifies as leg anymore. But continue."

"You're supposed to acknowledge it, and encourage it. Stop thinking about what Sister Coldfish told you about touching when you were eleven, and think about the hand and where it's going and where it wants to go."

"And...let it?" The king's voice was a squeak, his knees discreetly shifting.

"You mean let her grope you right there at the table?" Anders snorted. "I think that beardy man who is always buzzing around you might find it inappropriate, but you are the king. So sure! But really, you just need to stop worrying about your hands, and being bad at it, because that will make you bad at it. And outside of poking her eye out or setting her hair on fire, it's all very foolproof."

"And if she's half as into you as she seems to be, chances are she'll forgive you if you're a little awkward...or slobbery."

"I hadn't thought about slobber," Alistair sank even further onto the settee. "Maybe I should just resign myself to the fact that my wife is going to have a constant stream of lovers because I drooled on her."

"Or maybe you can stop being self-defeating and ask Anders about his first time," Ron smirked triumphantly, happy to be able to deflect things back onto the mage. Anders glared at him. "Hey, you're the one who mentioned setting someone on fire."

"Not someone," Anders leaned back, mimicking Alistair's formerly forlorn posture. Of course, now the king was looking positively gleeful. "It was just her hair. Not...anything else. What? I was still an apprentice, she was already a mage and had a whole bag of tricks I'd never even dreamt of. Very intense things happened and my fingertips may have caught on fire. A lot. While all tangled up in her hair."

"See, Alistair? Drool can just be wiped away, at least there's no chance for permanent damage," Ron looked at Anders, the expression in his grey eyes one of gratitude because Alistair appeared immensely relieved. "And I can't see your future wife holding out on you for...how long was it before you could convince another woman in the tower to let you touch them?"

Anders seriously disliked his commander sometimes. Him and his stupid memory.

"I refuse to answer that," Anders glowered and tried not to think about those four years when he got more when he escaped than he did in the tower. "And I expect a handsome gift from our future queen if you do ever manage to seal the deal."

"Oh, of course. With a note that reads 'And I especially appreciate that he lit candles to set the mood, and not me'," Alistair and Ron both chuckled over this for far too long.

Anders flung himself back on the settee and decided then that, king and commander or no, he felt perfectly justified in hating them both.

Modifié par SurelyForth, 16 septembre 2010 - 05:45 .

[jenncgf]

Surely, this made me laugh out loud. Quite a lot.



"beardy man who is always buzzing around you" indeed

[Sarah1281]

@Surely: That was fun! Poor Anders.

[LupusYondergirl]

I love that. I'm a big fan of Alistair and his Abject Terror of Sex humor.

[Galagraphia]

 Surely, it was EPIC!
(Lol, where did my meal go when I started to laugh so hard?)

Ah, and here's another Kinlochwarts piece from me, this time for the prompt, it's about Anders' first class in the Tower:

[LupusYondergirl]

Of course it would only be cute girls that could coax the sullen expression off teenage Anders' face. Adorable!

[SurelyForth]

Thanks, Jenn, Sarah and Lupus!

And I love it, Gala. That Anders is so resourceful!

Modifié par SurelyForth, 16 septembre 2010 - 07:59 .

[jenncgf]

Gala, that was great!

[Avilia]

@Surely - poor Alistair ;-) Laugh out loud funny.



@Gala - magic exists to serve man - haha - it certainly served Anders

[Miri1984]

Avilia - loved the extension of your prompt. Surely - Ron and Anders FTW! and Gala - more teenage Anders can never go wrong! Another fabulous wake-up!

[sabreene]

lol, Gala! I love it. And he had sparkley fingers!



Surely -- Ron, Alistair and Anders with first time sex talk??!! I think I'm in love.



Lupus -- I love these kind of stories. I was trying to figure out what they must be talking about (since I knew it couldn't be what it seemed like it was) -- I didn't figure it out until Oghren. Too funny.

[sabreene]

I've been totally snowed and work, and missed last weeks prompt as well as the 100th page! I'm so sad. I need an Anders to cheer me up.

[LupusYondergirl]

So I also did this oneshot inspired by the current prompt. Linking since it's long. (6000 words in the real world, 12000 in fanfic.com antimath crazytown).

It is fairly heavily centered in my fic universe. I don't think you'd have to actually read it to follow, but larger plot points are referenced, so fair warning.  It is also almost entirely Anders with next to no conversation, which is rare for me.  Not sure how well it worked out.

Modifié par LupusYondergirl, 17 septembre 2010 - 12:37 .

[sabreene]

I actually did start on last weeks prompt (why Anders hated Irving) but only got 30 minutes in. So I've decided Irving can come later in the story, and put my second 30 minutes expanding the beginning, since it actually works for a 'first'. Although I still have so many other 'first' ideas floating around - I may just dedicate my weekend to Anders.

Not Allowed

“Anders,” someone said. Anders didn’t reply. He was sleeping. “Anders!” came the call again, and someone unceremoniously kicked his feet.

“When my eyes are closed that means I’m sleeping,” Anders said, “Go away. Do not disturb.”

“When your eyes are closed that means you’re an ass,” came the reply, “Oh wait, no you’re an ass all the time.”

Anders heaved a dramatic sigh and opened his eyes. “Fine, I’m awake. What is so urgent that you wake me up for the one free hour I have had all week?”

A tall, brawny boy stood in front of him, arms crossed. “I misunderstood; it must’ve been someone else I was thinking of. I’ll just tell Reila you’re not interested.” The boy made a move as if to go.

“Wait, Reila’s back? When did she get back? Why didn’t you just say that in the first place.” Anders tried to brush out the wrinkles from his apprentice robes.

“Give it up,” the older boy chortled, “Unless you’ve suddenly developed a skill for the more domestic arts. Going to take up spell-sewing? Magic stain removers?”

Anders glared at his friend. Thomas was at least a foot taller than him, and probably a foot wider than him too. Where the robes draped over Anders sixteen year old frame, Thomas seemed bound and determined to keep every seamstress in the whole of Ferelden in work, single-handedly. He didn’t look like a mage, especially not a healer. He looked like a bruiser, or in fact, a templar. Which to Anders meant basically the same thing.

“I know which stain I’d remove first,” they grinned at each other. “Agatha.”

Agatha was in fact, just down the hall from them. As she saw them approach she moved into the center of hallway, her pinched face looking very much like a mouse. No, that wasn’t fair. He liked mice.

“Irving told you to take that earring out,” she stated, her voice as pinched as her face. “It’s against the rules.”

“Are you Irving?”

“That is a stupid question.”

“Well if you’re not Irving, and you’re not the rulebook, then my earring really doesn’t concern you, does it?”

“That is not the point,” she glared at him. “Mages like you are why we need templars.”

“Mages like you are why we need anti-nausea spells,” Thomas replied, walking forward. Agatha was forced to flatten herself against the wall, but did so with a scowl. Anders mockingly bowed to her.

“So where is Reila?” Anders asked, “How does she look? She asked after me?”

“Kitchen. Good. Yes.” Thomas answered.

Reila was the third side in their little triangle of healers. She was the most talented of the three, even Anders admitted it. She also had shining black hair, and the most dancing blue eyes he’d ever seen. Just looking at her was a kind of magic. Growing up in an orphanage and work house, she’d developed what Irving called an “innate healing talent”. Never overtly using magic – not even knowing herself that she was using magic – she’d intuitively healed the children around her as she’d mothered them. None of the infants abandoned at their doorstep died. It was that fact that had finally brought attention around to her. Orphanages were expected to have a certain death rate. It was planned for in their budget.

She’d been brought in not too long after Anders himself, and spent weeks crying through their first lessons, worrying over the children she’d left behind. It had been Thomas that took them both under his wing, he’d been at the circle since he was seven, and it was Thomas who’d passed their awkward little notes back and forth, albeit with a great rolling of his eyes. Not that Thomas really seemed to mind, he’d taken the big brother role to heart. Maybe a little too much to heart. After her last note agreeing to meet him alone, just after dinner, Thomas had taken it upon himself to outline certain facts that ‘taking it too far’ would lead to, ending with the ever popular, “And if you hurt her, you’ll be sorry”. They’d both laughed after he said it.

Unfortunately, one of the elder healers had whisked Reila away before that dinner ever occurred. Some Teryn or Arl or some Somebody’s infant had become ill. Not too many healers had Reila’s particular talent, and they took every opportunity to learn her skill. She’d been gone for three weeks. Her last note had been folded and unfolded and read so many times that it felt like a bit of cloth in his pocket. He touched it now for luck. She couldn’t have changed her mind, not in three weeks. But what if she’d met some lordling’s son, or a sibling or an uncle of the infant?

Anders stopped short.

“The baby?”

“I don’t know.”

They took the stairs silently now. If the baby hadn’t survived… neither one of them wanted to finish that thought.

But as Anders walked into the warmth of the kitchen, he heard laughter and the scent of hot bread baking. Reila sat at the rough wooden table, perched on stool, hands moving as she talked animatedly. She’d cut her hair, and seemed tanner than when she’d left.

“You’re not supposed to be here,” a querulous old voice said. “Apprentices are not allowed in the kitchen.” The Cook, wisps of grey hair fraying about her face in the heat of the kitchen, scowled at the pair of them. She cut two slices of bread from the hot loaf. “But as long as you’re here.” She handed each a slice of bread. “Thomas, you need to stop growing. I can’t even look up at you anymore.”

“I’ll stop immediately.”

“See that you do.” She pursed her lips. “Watch the stew, I need something from the pantry.” She left them alone. As soon as she did the girl was off the stool, launching herself at the both of them.

“You found me! How did you know I was back? I was going to surprise you.”

“I have ears in all places,” Thomas intoned. “I am all-seeing, all-knowing…”

“All-full of ****,” Anders supplied.

“I get no appreciation.”

“I appreciate you,” Reila said, with a smile. Anders heart did a little flip. Had she decided she liked Thomas? “I’ll appreciate you even more if you eat your bread while talking to Cook. I’m sure she could use your help.”

"The things I do for you. If I lose my outdoor privileges again..." he complained as he left the room.

They were left alone in the large kitchen, and Anders tongue suddenly felt leaden.

“Umm. Hi,” he said, wincing at himself. “You had a good trip?”

Reila reached over and twined her fingers with his. “I did. But I missed you.”

“Oh. I. That’s good.” That’s good?! He mentally kicked himself. “I… umm. You cut your hair.”

She smoothed her other hand self-consciously over her short locks. “I did. Do you like it?”

“It looks nice.” They lapsed into silence. What was wrong with him? This was what he’d been waiting for, he'd been dreaming of their first kiss for weeks, months even. And it was Reila who’d sent Thomas away -- she was watching him so expectedly, and he was ruining it. It wasn’t like he’d never kissed a girl before, he had, plenty, before they’d dragged him off to the tower. Well, maybe not plenty. But a few. Reila began to pull her fingers from his.

“I missed you, too,” he said suddenly, keeping her hand. “Three weeks seemed like an awfully long time.” This was easy. Just pretend she was another girl. But as he stepped closer to her, he had a sudden fear she’d hear his heart hammering and stopped.” So, about that last letter...”

“Yes?”

“Would you really have met me behind the stacks?”

“Yes.” She said again, her voice almost a whisper. The expectancy in her eyes had turned to nervousness, and Anders heard a small tremor in her voice as she asked, “Would you have?”

Anders didn’t answer. Her anxiety had erased his. As if he’d practiced the move all his life and as if his heart wasn’t beating faster than he thought possible, he placed his long fingers on one side of her face, and kissed her. An eternity passed, or maybe just a few moments.

Someone cleared their throat in the doorway. “I’ve finished my bread. And Cook’s found her missing ingredient.” Thomas walked back into the room.

Anders and Reila separated hastily. No one noticed the shadow racing up the stairs behind them. Or the whispered words, “Not allowed.”

[LupusYondergirl]

I like that one! It's nice to see Anders having a happy moment in the tower once in a while

[sabreene]

Thanks! I so often make him miserable (poor guy, the abuse he takes) that he has to get lucky a few times!

[Sarah1281]

@ Lupus: So I just read the story on ff.net. I really liked it (you pretty much covered all the firsts, huh?) but did you notice that the entire story is posted twice?

[jenncgf]

Lupus, Sabreene: they're both really good!