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[Avilia]

@Lupus - I'm still blushing - well done ;-)

Edit - ToP :

Anders approves of your distraction ideas:

Modifié par Avilia, 20 novembre 2010 - 12:30 .

[LupusYondergirl]

Thank you! I like to think that, with dirty stories, blushing is good.

Modifié par LupusYondergirl, 20 novembre 2010 - 01:34 .

[Miri1984]

My prompt response to my prompt (hehe). Three little drabbles. I've been thinking about how each of my wardens differ from each other, and this was an opportunity to explore it a bit.

Styles of Command

"Is this a bad time to tell you I'm claustrophobic?" he said. Miranda looked surprised, her clear grey eyes suddenly concerned for him.


"Truly?" she said. "That's terrible! Why didn't you mention it before?" He pursed his lips. Concerned was good. Concerned was nice. 


"You never asked?" he said, smirking a little.


She stepped closer to him and prodded his chest. "Funny, you look like a man," she fluttered her eyelashes at him and he felt heat come to his cheeks. "Oh, and you react like a man. But you're really just scaredy like your little ****, aren't you?"


He growled and she laughed. "Come on, Anders. I'm sure you can find something to distract you while your down there."


"Trying to make me forget about it?" he said. "Your charms won't work on me, woman."


She laughed and tossed her head, turning her back on him and walking away. His eyes followed the curve of her backside as her hips swung and he sighed lustily. You're a liar, Anders.


~~~


"Is this a bad time to mention I'm claustrophobic?"


"Yes."


Blunt and to the point. That's our Commander. He still hesitated a moment at the entrance to the deep roads, and it was only the sounds of a struggle that forced his reluctant feet into movement again. Aedan hadn't even bothered to wait for him - the only member of the party who had even noticed that Anders hadn't moved was Oghren, who was looking back at him with his eyebrow raised. 


"Sodding surfacers," he muttered as Anders walked past him. "Just don't get us killed."


Anders frowned. He couldn't figure the dwarf. Aedan he knew was a rat bastard and Nathaniel was an arrogant arse, but the dwarf had moments of clarity through his drunkenness that made Anders think there was more to him. 


They killed the darkspawn who were trying to drag the dwarf girl away and Anders healed her cracked ribs. She was surprisingly cheerful for a member of the Legion of the Dead and Oghren immediately started flirting with her. Anders supposed he would have done the same, if he wasn't so busy trying not to think of the walls closing in on him.


It only got worse. But it wasn't until they started having to fight those damn childer grubs that he started shaking. "What is it?" Nathaniel asked him as he wildly misdirected a cold spell at the end of the battle. He slammed his staff into the offending hand and bit his lip, noticing that Aedan was looking back at him from where he had been speaking to Sigrun, lips pursed as though he was considering something.


"Nothing," he said.


An hour later, after Nathaniel had painstakingly disarmed the nightmare network of traps that dotted the rear entrance to the fortress and they'd just dispatched yet another group of darkspawn - this time with emissaries - that he really discovered how much trouble he was in. 


He'd been concentrating on ... well on not losing concentration. So hard, that when the breath was knocked out of him and he was slammed into a wall he didn't even have time to react.


"Listen to me," Aedan hissed at him, his cold blue eyes boring into him, his elbow firmly wedged in the hollow of Anders' throat. The man was shorter than Anders, but far, far bulkier and Anders had never before appreciated just how easy it was for one human to snap the neck of another. "I don't care what you're afraid of. Spiders, snakes, sodding butterflies but if it stops you from doing your job or endangers another warden I will kill you where you stand." He pushed into Anders' throat hard enough to make him gag before stepping back. "Now heal Nathaniel before he bleeds to death." The Commander spun on his heel and stalked away without even waiting for Anders to answer.


Anders rubbed his throat as he knelt to attend to his fellow warden's wounds, his claustrophobia completely cured for the moment.


Truly, he didn't need anything else to fear down here.  


~~~


"Is this a bad time to tell you I'm claustrophobic?" 


Alim looked back at him. "You're claustrophobic?" he said, eyebrow cocked. Anders nodded. "And I'm the elf here."


"Hah, Sparklefingers probably just wants to duck out on work," Oghren said, chortling.


"I'll have you know this is a documented and legitimate fear that even royalty have suffered from in the past," Anders said, bristling at both the elf and the dwarf's tone.


"Man up, loverboy," Alim said, grinning.


Anders shot the elf a look. "Would you stop calling me that?"


Alim shrugged. "I'll cuddle you if you start crying," he said. 


"I won't!" Oghren piped in.


Anders threw up his hands. "Andraste's bloody rags!" he swore. "I happen to be legitimately frightened here."


"Commander, it'll do no one any good to have a twitchy mage in the party," Nathaniel said. Anders sneered at him. Trust the Howe to be the voice of calm reason.


The elf rolled his eyes and trudged back to Anders. "You can leave me here if you want," Anders said, then fixed the Howe with a glare. "I'd hate to go off and hurt someone accidentally." 


"Honestly, will you just shut up!" Alim said, then lifted his hands and started casting. Anders was suddenly hit with a combination spell - quite complex - that settled his heart rate and soothed the fear out of him. 


"What was that?" he asked.


Alim snorted. "Best spirit healer in the tower my pointy ears," he said. "Looks like someone studied harder than you," the emphasis on his words wasn't lost on Anders but the buzz of the spell stopped him from getting too irritated. Really, you get caught by the man's best friend having sex in a public place once...

[Sarah1281]

@Miri: I loved seeing how the three different Wardens reacted to hearing about Anders' claustrophobia. Aedan...kind of creeps me out. Okay, make that 'a lot.'

[Avilia]

@Miri - much fun. I loved all of them. Aeden's a hard bugger isn't he - is it bad that I think he's a bit sexy?



I must, however, lodge a formal objection to your charactisation of a certain Warden (I'm sure I don't need to say who) ;-P

[Miri1984]

@ Sarah: Thanks! Aedan is meant to creep people out, I'm glad he's succeeded with you.



@ Avilia: Remember, that's just Anders' PERCEPTION of a certain warden - he doesn't know him very well yet. And in THAT universe Rendon is much, much worse than usual, so Na... uh.. a certain warden has a bit more prejudice to overcome .

[LupusYondergirl]

@Miri: I love how you used all three wardens. It's fun seeing their different reactions.

And makes me want that Alim story all the more!

[cave_fatuam]

@ Miri:
I love this. Seriously, showing different people react to the same situation is a favorite of mine.

Anders/Alistair smut page 6
Still nothing too off-colour. Just it's 75% Anders, so I thought ya'll might like it.
If it's a little shaky looking, it's because one of my coworkers totally slammed my hand in a door today. XD

[Miri1984]

@Cave: Thanks. And you're leaving me gasping here with your small doses of smut .



@Lupus: I'm so writing it next. No fear. Although that will mean for the FIRST time since I started writing fanfic I won't have a story in the Of Wardens and Mages universe going.

[Galagraphia]

 12 hours???
I'm losing my faith in internet.

BTW, I hate to work on Saturdays! I almost had no sleep. 
*runs off to read prompt responses*

[LupusYondergirl]

So it was bugging me that I had to link instead of post for like, 100 words of a 1600 word prompt.  So I gave editing another go.  That and 12 hours without a post?!  Andraste's knickerweasels, how did that happen?!
The original in all its smutty glory (heh) is still here.
This would coincide with chapter 24 of AOA, with flashbacks to chapter 11 and recruiting Sigrun in NB.
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Distraction

Staring into the darkness, Anders chewed on the side of one fingernail. Maggie was mumbling about something, he wasn’t paying attention. “I want to get out of here,” he finally said.

“Me too,” she agreed.

“I don’t like looking at the place I’ll die.” But that wasn’t entirely it. It was part of it, sure. The Deep Roads were bad enough taken just for what they were, but he couldn’t enter them without having that thought dancing through his mind. The walls, the ceiling… stone everywhere. No windows, no light but lava. No air. It was a tomb.

In Orzammar he could put that aside. Orzammar was brightly lit, full of people and life. The deep roads were nothing more than a giant open grave.

Traveling to Kal’Hirol after joining the Wardens was bad. He managed to hide his discomfort… mostly, but only because the fear of how everyone else would react if he panicked was far worse. Especially her. Howe would have mocked him mercilessly, and Oghren would have turned teasing him into a new side profession. But she was the one whose opinion mattered. He wanted her, and something told him acting like a scared little boy because they were a few dozen… hundred… thousand feet underground wouldn’t exactly be a mark in his favor. Especially not when she and the dwarves strode ahead of the others, as comfortable as someone walking through an open field on Summersday.

Maker’s breath, he thought, watching her wipe an ancient signpost off with her sleeve, conferring with Oghren and their latest addition, before dropping to sit on the ground, pulling food from her pack. She must have said something, since everyone else sat down seconds later, and turned to look at him. Not trusting his voice, he forced himself to sit, not looking first, and stared into his bag.

The newest member of their small band was a disturbingly chipper woman who belonged to something called The Legion of the Dead. Anders shuddered to hear the name, something that rolled casually off his commander’s tongue, as though it was perfectly reasonable. Dead… all dead. Even the people who live here are already dead. He shuddered.

She caught him looking at a body crumpled against the wall, little more than bone and rags. “Some are from when the roads were closed,” she offered. “Back when the darkspawn originally swarmed them. The skeletons. But Orzammar sentences people to come here. They give them a sword and tell them to kill darkspawn, so it could be that.” To his horror she reached down, taking the dragonbone sword from the corpse. “This is nice,” she muttered. “No reason it should go to waste.” The commander glanced up at him. “My first, maybe second, trip in Alistair and I found the body of a Warden. Surrounded by darkspawn corpses, dozens of them. One still had their sword through his ribs. I made Alistair start wearing his helmet. He was kind of disgusted, but he needed one and I don’t think any Warden would complain about a brother getting some use out of their gear. Still, seeing it… wasn’t easy.” A cloud seemed to cross her face, eyes darkening slightly and taking on a distant look, as though she could stare past him and see her own inevitable ending. Anders had to admit, seeing her discomfort made him feel a little better about his own.

Somehow he managed to get through that trip, although another day probably would have made it impossible to hide his fear. He didn’t sleep the entire time, and sooner or later one of them would notice his exhaustion. Sooner or later his secret would be out, and they would all know how afraid he was.
Taking a batch of new recruits below the Keep, Anders managed to keep a smile on his face the entire time. He was particularly proud of that. Granted, the only reason it was possible was because he knew only an hour or two later he would be climbing the ladder into the basement and, from there, walk up the stairs and back into the light. Granted, hearing the young men gossip about her didn’t help. Comments that she was prettier than they expected was one thing, but their observations about her lips and backside and various other parts of her body no one but Anders was supposed to notice in that way were enough to keep him too angry to be afraid.

This trip, though… They’d been underground for days. They had days more to go. They were attacked by darkspawn, deepstalkers, giant spiders… even a group of bloody templars, of all things, were wandering around looking to rid the Chantry of the bigmouthed mage Arlessa. And, of course, because being in the deep roads wasn’t bad enough, because being in this giant open tomb wasn’t bad enough, because being in the place they would literally die, if not now than eventually, wasn’t bad enough… and mostly because it was her and it was what she did, she’d invited the lone templar survivor to join them.

Of course. How could she not? Collecting assassins was practically her hobby.

Don’t most women knit?

So now they sat in camp with the bloody Legion of the bloody Dead, in this open grave, on watch to make sure the stupid bloody assassin didn’t slaughter anyone in their sleep.

Anders closed his eyes and tried to think of sunlight. Tried not to think of the sound of half a dozen Wardens struggling through nightmares of darkspawn and death. Neither was really working.

“Anders,” Maggie said softly. He barely registered her voice, staring blankly ahead at the wreckage of Boonamar. “Anders?” she repeated.

“Sorry,” he said with a shudder.

“Our watch is over,” she told him.

“Oh,” he said flatly. That meant sleep. Or rather, attempts at sleep, tossing and turning as the walls pressed in on him and the darkspawn screamed in his mind.

“Let’s go for a walk,” Anders announced, pulling her by the arm.

“What?!” she demanded. “A walk? Alone?!” Maggie made a face. “Too dangerous.”

“Not far,” he pled. “I can’t look at this place anymore.” Now babbling, Anders began making excuses why they had to leave. Talk about the assassin, talk about the rest of the trip, something, anything, just to get away from the sight of the giant trench and abandoned fortress.

She must have seen the panic on his face since, after a moment, Maggie sighed and nodded. “Let me tell them where we’re going so no one worries.”

Once they disappeared around the corner of a nearby tunnel, leaving them hidden from camp, Anders turned and grabbed her. Throwing her against the wall, he gripped her waist tightly while mashing his lips to hers. He was being rough, probably too rough, even for her, but he couldn’t stop to think about it. All he could think about was his own burning need. Please, he thought, biting her neck. Please help me forget.

He expected her to push him away, to complain he was being reckless or irresponsible. Even to complain that he hurt her. Instead, though, she gasped, kissing him back with just as much ferocity. Her fingers were winding through his hair, tugging slightly at first, and then harder, the nails of her other hand digging into his skin at the back of his neck.

Barely aware of his actions, Anders grabbed her hair, yanking Maggie's head back roughly. She groaned as his teeth scraped the skin of her throat. Briefly grateful for an injury earlier in the day that left her leather leggings cut up on the floor of an old thaig, Anders thrust his hand between her thighs. Maggie sighed, her hips grinding against his fingers.

Reluctantly, Anders stepped back after a moment. Maggie took the opportunity to wiggle out of her underclothes while he cast a quick spell. It turned out the magic that would allow him to wear armor and wield a sword without getting exhausted would also allow him to lift her off the ground effortlessly.

Grabbing her hips, Anders lifted Maggie off the ground. She slung her arms around his neck, hooking legs around his waist as he frantically shifted clothing and armor out of the way. Feeling the walls of the tunnel closing in on him, Anders clutched at her legs, holding her up and pinned to the wall.

There were no sweet words or lingering glances. No staring into each others' eyes. Grunting, eyes clenched tightly closed against the sight of the cave walls, they clung to each other. With a final groan, Anders sank to the floor of the tunnel.

"Thank you," he whispered into her ear.

Maggie made a noise of contentment, nuzzling his throat, apparently oblivious to the blood and filth of their last confrontation with the darkspawn that covered them both. “Love you,” she whispered.

He closed his eyes, managing a small smile of gratitude for that. Thanks to her he’d been able to forget the deep roads, even if only for a few minutes. Facing them again seemed just a little easier, now that he could remind himself that even in this giant open grave, the grave that their bodies would one day be added to, both of them were still very much alive.

Modifié par LupusYondergirl, 20 novembre 2010 - 04:51 .

[Miri1984]

Wow, I was wondering how you could manage to take the rating down. Well done.

[LupusYondergirl]

Thank you! I so went over the hour, but it was just in figuring out how to de-smit-ify it.

And I just got the tavern mod. Since I totally need more dirty Maggie/Anders screenshots... (well, I don't need but...)

[Miri1984]

Ok, I want to link the claustrophobia prompts on the Anders group but I have no idea how to make speccy links there - there doesn't seem to be a button for it (I am hopeless with this stuff). Can someone give me a tutorial on how to do it? Then I'll be able to link all your lovely responses.

[Sarah1281]

You just type [ url = *insert url here* ] Person [ / url ]

Without the spaces, of course.

Modifié par Sarah1281, 20 novembre 2010 - 09:26 .

[LupusYondergirl]

Like such

{url=http://www.whatever.com/blah}The text that will be the link{/url}

But replace { and } with [ and ]



for the link you can right click on the link button on the individual posts

[Miri1984]

Thank you ladies. I shall now retreat into my luddism and drink tea and plot revolutions.

[SurelyForth]

Dragon Age is working for me again! With some small measure of consistency, too. I am so lucky.



And forgetful. I don't think I will ever see real Alistair again, since I can't seem to remember to pull Anderstair out before I fire things up.



S&S porn for those of you who swing towards warriors, too:

[Galagraphia]

I don't like Anderstair, he doesn't smirk I mean, he looks good, but I really need the smirk.

[Miri1984]

Facial expressions in Origins really suck the mouldy potato. But Anderstair is still hot.

[LupusYondergirl]

Seriously, I don't get it. the expressions all all right there in the toolset. Like no one looked on the last tab until they got to the DLC and expansion...

[SurelyForth]

He smirks before kisses! One of these days I'll see if I can get a "nefarious, even" shot of Anderstair. His expression is awesome there.

Modifié par SurelyForth, 20 novembre 2010 - 09:54 .

[Miri1984]

*hugs Surely* hello by the way! We miss you!

Oh, and is that your Shepard? She's foxy!

[LupusYondergirl]

SurelyForth wrote...

He smirks before kisses! One of these days I'll see if I can get a "nefarious, even" shot of Anderstair. His expression is awesome there.

He does!

And I knew I had a screenshot of it somewhere.
Sorry if the color is a hot mess, I just did the "I'm feeling lucky" fix button in picsa since my colors always turn out screwed up in screenshots.

[Galagraphia]

SurelyForth wrote...

He smirks before kisses! One of these days I'll see if I can get a "nefarious, even" shot of Anderstair. His expression is awesome there.

I want to see it! 
But... I can't make Anderstair for myself. Because Rhia must feed him to Anora and I will never forgive her for this.
Hey, I must make Cullistair for her. It's offtopic, but since I'm doodling some Cullen/Rhia porn while my husband is sleeping, I have nothing else in my head...

Thanks, Lupus!
Wow, he looks perfect.

Modifié par Galagraphia, 20 novembre 2010 - 10:17 .