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Last Sentence Meme!
Post the last sentence of you wip and tag that many people. Mine is a little justfenders omegaverse fic I’ve been poking at for the last couple weeks! Thank you for tagging me @broodwolf221 and @jazzmckay 😘
Anders deserves to take for himself for a change, starting with this heat.
That’s so many words rip 🤣 Tagging: @ltleflrt @sulky-valkyrie @barbex @foxymoley and anyone else who sees this and wants to play! 💚
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you are teaching me to love - for Justice/Fenris/Anders
Finally got around to finishing this one after far, far too long. Have 1728 words of Justice figuring out what love feels like for @dadrunkwriting
Justice is learning about love.
Kristoff’s memories are faint, more like impressions of feeling and flashes of images than actual memories, but in them he sees a woman. Aura. Kristoff’s wife - and he tries to understand what that means.
It is … a nice concept - the fractured memory of Aura’s soft palm in Kristoff’s calloused own, the casual press of her lips against his cheek. The commitment they made to each other, that they honoured even as the warmth of infatuation cooled in the months they would spend apart from one another. Justice wonders what that kind of companionship would feel like, friendship but more, he supposes - though he’s certain he’ll never know past the fragments he feels from his decaying host’s mind.
Anders’ memories are so much more real. In the moment they merge, Justice feels them wash over him in a tidal wave, and he worries he may drown in them. They are so visceral - blinding, deafening; and he is subsumed in feeling - fear and pain and grief and loneliness and anger and hate, so much hate - and Justice feels it too, all on his own, rage at the injustices his host and friend has suffered.
Justice tries not to pry too much into Anders’ memories, but they are one, now, and his host’s subconscious is laid out to him like a tapestry that he cannot tear himself away from, and woven through all that pain are threads of brilliant golden light. Anders is so full of good, more so than Justice ever expected - so much compassion, and joy, and determination and love. Anders is lit up like a star. Justice wonders why he could never see it before.
He’d asked why they were going to Kirkwall, specifically. Anders had said he wanted to help a friend. Now, Justice sees that Karl was more than a friend, in so many ways. They were … physical. In a similar way to how Kristoff and Aura were physical, though Karl and Anders could never be as free in their affections, and Justice can’t tell if it’s because Anders is a living being but his feelings for Karl were - still are, after years apart - so intense. So much more than what Kristoff ever felt for his wife.
Anders never let himself call it love. It’s a sad thing, Justice thinks, because love between mortals is so beautiful, but he thinks he understands. He feels Anders’ fear as his own; can see how Karl was ripped from his hands. Justice feels Karl’s warmth, feels how Anders admired his quick mind, his quiet rebelliousness, the way he’d hold Anders’ hair and rub his back as he threw up magebane after suffering terrible abuses. Feels how Anders would have endured it all, just for Karl. Feels how he still aches for him.
And so Justice feels Anders’ grief when they slit Karl’s throat, too. Feels the despair, the rage, the hate, and he hungers for vengeance with a voracity that scares them both - because how dare the templars do this to any mage, any person, but more than that: how dare they do this to Anders.
This is what happens when you care, Anders thinks, lying on his back in the dark of the clinic’s backroom. They take and they take and they take, until there’s nothing left. He hasn’t slept in three days - every time he drifts into the Fade he sees Karl’s face, the raised brand on his forehead; his dull, lifeless eyes. Justice wishes he could hold back Anders’ nightmares, but he cannot.
They will never take your mind, he tells Anders instead. I will not let them. They will never have you.
He surprises himself with how much he means it - beyond simply preventing the injustice of Tranquility, beyond the need for self-preservation. Justice finds himself desperate to cradle all the bright parts of Anders with his presence, wants to protect that fire within Anders with everything he has.
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The years slide past. Justice watches the people Anders comes to consider friends: Hawke, with her strange eyes and even stranger sense of humour, who never questions his merge with Justice, never fears them, but instead pushes them forward in their cause. Varric, who pays to protect the clinic and pretends the baskets of supplies that show up at the door never come from him. Isabela, who pretends she doesn’t care for anyone but herself but always greets Anders with open arms and a warm grin that makes him feel less alone. Even Merrill, though she consorts with demons, is unfailingly kind, and her criticisms of the Chantry have made Anders laugh more than once.
And Fenris. Fenris, with his distrust of mages and his ability to push all of Anders’ buttons with a single scathing remark. Fenris, who Anders argues with, who protects Anders in battle, who is the only member of their little group aside from Hawke who still tries to discuss the liberation of mages with Anders, even when they disagree. Fenris, who rips the hearts from slavers, who has fought tooth and nail for his own liberation, who flinches at the slave statues in the Gallows courtyard, whose markings were born of a horrible injustice and yet sing so sweetly of home.
Justice watches Fenris closest of them all as the years go by. It is not just the lyrium, he realises. Fenris is special in so many other ways - he stands firm in his principles, he stands for freedom, though it takes him many years to even consider the liberation of mages. He is an admirable man - and Justice is not the only one who thinks so.
Anders is beginning to admire Fenris for his own reasons. Justice can feel Anders’ surprise whenever Fenris’ dry wit draws an involuntary laugh from him, how Anders’ belly flutters and his chest warms when Fenris shoots him a lopsided smile, how Anders marvels at how quickly Fenris takes to reading and writing. It helps that Anders finds Fenris appealing physically, too.
Anders refuses to admit this, of course. Even after he and the elf fall into bed together, over and over, waking up in each other’s arms with soft smiles and the brush of lips over temples and the carding of fingers through hair, Anders tells himself it’s nothing more than physical.
It is a shame, Justice thinks, that Anders once again refuses to admit his feelings to himself.
“There are no feelings, Justice. We’re just … allies with benefits.”
You have had an “allies with benefits” arrangement before. It did not feel the same.
“No, it didn’t. Nate and I actually liked each other outside of the bedroom. Fenris hates me, Justice.”
Many people have hated you. They have never looked at you the way he does. Justice sends a stream of memories flickering through Anders’ mind - Fenris bringing lunch to Anders’ clinic and ordering him to sit down and eat. The stony fury in Fenris’ eyes as he cleaves a Templar’s head from their shoulders just before they can drive a sword into Anders’ belly. Fenris turning up at Anders’ door to apologise for the way he spoke after killing Hadriana, his eyes big and green and remorseful.
“That’s -” Anders scoffs. “I don’t. We aren’t … No, Justice.”
Justice drops the subject, for a while. Days turn to weeks, to months, to a year, and Fenris still snorts when Anders makes a terrible joke, still brings him lunch, still holds him in the dead of night when dreams of darkspawn and the cold stone of a Circle dungeon haunt Anders in the Fade. There’s a shift in their dynamic - Justice can feel it. Fenris has begun to listen, to understand - and, incredibly, so has Anders.
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“I love you,” Anders chokes out.
His heart slams against his ribcage, his lungs aching and his stomach twisting as Fenris stares up at him, eyes wide and mouth open. Justice squirms fretfully underneath Anders’ skin, just as terrified of what Fenris might say as Anders is. The mansion is eerily quiet around them, the only sounds the flapping of curtains in the breeze pushing through the cracks in the window as Fenris’ silence stretches on and agonisingly on.
For Anders, love has always been intertwined with fear. It is an injustice, it should not be so, but it is, and no matter what Fenris does with those words, Justice is so incredibly proud of Anders for saying them.
They watch as Fenris’ hands clench and unclench at his side, once, twice, until Fenris takes a long inhale through his nose and looks Anders in the eyes.
“I love you too,” Fenris says, then his hands are in Anders’ hair and yanking him down to crush their lips together.
The kiss is messy, uncoordinated; their teeth clack and their noses bump, then Fenris is tilting his head to the side and deepening the kiss, warm lips sliding over Anders’ own, drawing a little moan from Anders’ throat. Anders’ hands clutch at the back of Fenris’ shirt as he presses as close as he can to the solid warmth of Fenris’ body, and Justice feels the sheer elation rushing through his veins. It feels like the hum of magic in their blood when they cast and the pulse of the Fade as they draw on their mana, and it feels just as right, just as natural, just as joyous.
Justice pushes as close to the surface of their skin as he can, feeling the heat of Fenris’ body and the rough skin of his palms, tasting the sweetness of wine and honey on his tongue. Fenris has always sung of home, but he feels like it too, feels and tastes and smells like it, and Anders and Justice are both lost in the movement of Fenris’ lips down their jaw, his hands tugging open the clasps of Anders’ coat.
As Anders’ bare legs wrap around Fenris’ waist and Fenris’ mouth marks a wet trail down Anders’ neck, Justice is alight with hope and adoration and devotion, overwhelmed with gratitude that Anders has shown him this brilliance; has taught him how to love. He knows with an ironclad certainty that he would tear this world asunder for these mortals if he had to. Nothing will touch either of them again - no magister, no templar shall have them.
He will not allow it.
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Collections: Black Emporium 2022
Rating: Explicit
Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Fandom: Dragon Age II
Relationship: Anders/Fenris/Justice (Dragon Age)
Characters: Fenris (Dragon Age), Anders (Dragon Age), Justice (Dragon Age)
Additional Tags: Dubious Consent, Aphrodisiacs, Sex Pollen, Bottom Fenris (Dragon Age), Top Anders (Dragon Age), Top Justice (Dragon Age), orichalcum, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Painful Sex, Lyrium Brands, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Marathon Sex, Unsafe Sex, Grey Warden Stamina, Post-Dragon Age II Quest - A Bitter Pill, Intoxication, Drunk Sex, Consensual Somnophilia
Words: 4544
Summary:
Folk wisdom says that a drop of orichalcum mixed with wine is a potent aphrodisiac.
#dragon age ii#da fic#by apples#fenris#anders#justice the spirit#citrus scale#lemon#grapefruit#???#black emporium rarepair exchange#not safe for whales#fenders#justfenders#justis
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Arlathan Exchange Reveals!
I can finally show the monster I’ve been writing for @potatowitch.
My attempt to write Justice x Fenris x Anders. I’ve never tackled Justice, I often ignore him because I find him difficult but this time I wanted him to be a real part of the relationship. I feel good about how this fic turned out.
Summary:
It's him. His voice. He desperately wanted the healer to be him, but what he isn't prepared for is how painful it is to actually see him. The recognition feels like a knife, pain cramping through his stomach. "Anders."
Anders and Fenris used to have a purely physical relationship. Anders disappears after he blew up the chantry, and after a while, Fenris realises that he made a mistake in pushing him away.
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Chapters: 8/8
Rating: Mature (could be E?)
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Anders/Fenris/Justice (Dragon Age), Anders/Fenris (Dragon Age)
Additional Tags: after chantry boom, mentions of abuse, Threat of slavery, Second Chance Romance, after only physical relationship, Fenris has to open up, Anders has to stop thinking of himself as unworthy, Angst, Happy Ending, Trapped, Emotions are Complicated, people need some fucking therapy in Thedas
#fenders#justfenders#Fenris x Anders#Justice x Fenris x Anders#dragon age#dragon age fanfiction#fenders fic#justfenders fic#my writing#this is 20k!
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Adding this thought to my growing collection of posts about the DA2 rogues and warriors being protective of the mages [1] [2] and my Justice & Fenris banters [1] [2] [3], since a couple of the replies brought up Justice's & Anders' situation/past.
At first, I could see Justice staying out of it, mostly because he knows that Anders has some basic melee training from his time with the Wardens, but he definitely kind of nudges Anders towards practicing more to hone those less-used skills. Basically, he adheres to the mentality that, if you don't use it, then you lose it, and Justice doesn't want Anders to always have to rely on him for close-ranged combat.
Cut to one of the group's training sessions out on the Wounded Coast. They're wrapping things up. The mages are exhausted. Most of the others have left by then. The sun is setting, and both Fenris and Anders are talking shit to each other as they are prone to doing. Other than them, only Hawke remains, and they're just waiting for these two to stop arguing like an old married couple so that they can return to Kirkwall together. Because there is no way that they are leaving these two alone, unsupervised.
Well, things are said, and Anders snaps. He challenges Fenris to another match, full contact this time, and Hawke is losing their shit because now they're stuck having to make sure that these two don't kill each other in the meantime. It goes about as well as one would expect. These two are completely at each other's throats, but Anders is actually holding his own, doing exactly as Justice wanted and putting his Grey Warden training to use. Then, without warning, Fenris' markings start to glow, and Justice is dragged forward.
The next time their swords clash, Justice is the one in control. Well, sort of. He and Anders are both there. They are both present; but, for once, they're not out of control. Anders is existing with him in the moment, actually harnessing the spirit within, so that they act as one.
It's strange, disorienting, but invigorating as well.
Hawke is biting-their-nails-off nervous. Fenris grumbles something about Anders using his demon, but Justice ignores that insult for once.
Instead, he smirks, clearly influenced by his host's personality, and readies his weapon.
"Yielding already, Fenris?" they taunt. For a second, Justice wonder if this is how Pride feels. "And here I expected a challenge."
Of course, Fenris doesn't back down then. They exchange blow for blow. Neither of them holds back, and for a while, there is no clear victor.
Then, Justice finds an opening and gains the advantage. Fenris ends up on the ground with his blade at his throat, but Justice withdraws before Hawke can get too worked up about it.
Justice offers out a hand to him, and Fenris can't help but think how different he looks when he's not forced out through emotional onslaught.
Justice even goes so far as to compliment him on his skill.
It's so obvious that he's trying his best, so much so that even Fenris can't resist a small smile, a mere ghost of his lips quirking up at the corners.
"Not bad," Fenris says, but he keeps his distance for now, gets to his feet on his own to dust himself off. "I still don't know if I trust you, but you can clearly keep the mage safe, at the very least. Come on. Let's go."
He waves Hawke forward, who instantly follows, grateful to finally leave.
But Justice stays pinned in place for a second too long, his heart racing as he stares after Fenris, that impressed tone seared into his very essence.
Anders has to all but drag him back from the forefront of their mind, confused by his sudden silence as he rushes to catch up with the others.
#dragon age#da2#da justice#anders#fenris#hawke#justfenhanders#justfenders#are those the right names? xD#idk but justice is shook#someone help him#feelings are so confusing to him#bluerose rambles#bluerose writes#bluerose headcanons#oops this turned into a slight fic by accident
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A Bit of Flotsam
I posted the 1st chapter. I’m not sure exactly where I will go with this but I’m striving for tender, soft, and strange:
“Wait!”, Anders said, the thoughts not yet forming into words but he knew it was important. Her words played out of order in his head:
Bodies are such limiting things. A fragment. Must I only be in one place at a time?
Words flew out of Anders mouth, “Can you make a fragment of me? For him?”
https://archiveofourown.org/works/43589649/chapters/109599726
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IT IS COMPLETE!!!!! At long last!!!
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Fandom: Dragon Age
Rating: Explicit
Characters: Isabela, Fenris, Zevran, Anders, Justice
Main Relationships: Zevran/Isabela/Fenris/Anders/Justice (and various subdivisions thereof)
Genre: Fluff & Light Angst
Word Count: 7653
Content Warnings: Semi-explicit sex in ch. 2
Summary: So many polyamory negotiations surrounding Zevran’s big career change!
AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43707280
#fenris#isabela#zevran#anders#justice#how the HECK do we tag that polycule#justfenders#isabela x zevran x fenris#isabela x fenris x anders x justice#zevran x isabela x fenris x anders x justice#and so on and so forth???#lime#nuri writes#(most of the fic)#mulch writes#(ch. 4)
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(sort of) tagged by @boxonthenile
Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! Tag as many people as you have WIPs.
I don't know as many people as I have WIPs so I'm going to tag my mutuals-who-write-iirc and then list as many titles as I can before I run out of ones I actually want to talk about.
@atohii @reconstructwriter @sneaky-witch-thief @floresparabeatrice @spid3r-trans @noxsoulmate @blackat-t7t @necrocotta @blackbirds-on-the-marsh @overlordraax @mogseltof
Seelos Trio Time Travel Fix-It
Silas/Mace fic
the force says fuck it
Clone Pairbonds Fix-It
Kill Your Darlings
the spiderchatfic that got away from me
Trevelyan Twins
Avernus' Legacy
the great clone bake off
clawchaisong
resist
pavitr syscovery
arcehn + naml found by wolfpack
5 times hobie brown acted his age
glamim
how to shoot somebody who outdrew ya
in the land near the water
in the morning when I die
Nate
the adventures of major broody at blood gulch outpost no. 1
911 sense8 fusion
Olivia
devined
Fenders and the Blighted Titan
Tåge
Dalish Demigod Fenris
Cryptid Clone Grandma Yaddle
if mace windu had an akk puppy
Scotty + Fedtenants
he got a belly button
Lamia
SciFantasy Clone Battalions
codymer
Lærke/Lathnan Justfenders Past-Velanders
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memey moodboard for a new justfenders au I'm thinking up that I'm not explaining rn
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Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Anders/Fenris/Justice (Dragon Age), Anders/Fenris (Dragon Age)
Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Fenris (Dragon Age), Omega Anders (Dragon Age), Fluff, Post-Canon, Established Relationship, Nesting, Mating Cycles/In Heat
“Anders is experiencing feelings I’m not familiar with. His body, although omega in nature, hasn’t necessarily acted like an omega in a long time. First, because of the taint, and then because of our merging, and then all the stress of living in Kirkwall. He’s experiencing things again that he hasn’t felt since he was with Karl in the Circle.”
“Oh,” Fenris breathes out.
“His body feels safe enough to go into heat.”
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Hello hello! Here to deliver a late DADWC prompt. How about “you’re only allowed to sit there and watch until i tell you otherwise” for Justice/Fenris/Anders? :3c
eyyyyoo have some dom!justice smut for @dadrunkwriting
"Justice wants to try something," Anders says.
He is spread out on the bed, long legs wide open and loose golden hair fanned out over the rumpled sheets beneath him, skin flushed pink from his cheeks to his belly, cock already half hard against his thigh.
Fenris' mouth is bone dry, and he has to open and close it a few times before he manages to speak.
"Oh?" he rasps. Anders nods, and allows Justice to come forward, the sharp smell of the Fade filling the air as blue light splinters across his skin. The spirit props himself up on his elbows and gestures to a chair across the room.
"Bring that here, please."
Fenris raises an eyebrow, but does what he's told.
"Sit," Justice commands, his voice low and steady and leaving little room for argument. Fenris does so, eyebrows still raised, still waiting on clarification as to what Justice is planning.
"Good," Justice hums. "You will stay there."
Fenris huffs. "And what are you going to do?"
"I am going to touch Anders. I am going to tease him, pleasure him and deny him, over and over until he is desperate to be fucked. And you -"
Justice’s piercing eyes follow the movement of the muscles Fenris’ throat as he swallows thickly, heat already pooling in his gut, heartbeat thudding in his ears.
"You are only permitted to sit there and watch until I tell you otherwise. I would have you both begging me for release."
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Justice is cruel. There is no other way to describe it. He is cruel, and Fenris has vastly underestimated the torment he is capable of.
"Justice," he groans. His hands grip the seat of his chair so hard his knuckles have gone white, and he’s almost certain that if he bites his lip any harder he’s going to break the skin. He can feel warm rivulets of sweat rolling down the back of his neck, his skin radiating heat. His neglected cock strains against the confines of his leggings, so hard it hurts, but Fenris doesn't touch - he can't touch, Justice hasn't said he's allowed to yet. Fenris' mind wars between his steadily fraying willpower and the building desire to beg Justice to touch him, to let him touch himself, to let him touch Anders -
Anders, who has long since abandoned any shred of patience or self-restraint - not that he had much of either to begin with, but Justice knows his host’s body inside and out; knows just what to do to reduce Anders to a babbling, pleading, writhing mess.
“Please, Justice,” Anders whines. His own possessed hand, limned in electric blue light, trails lightly across his flushed skin, caressing the inside of his thigh, knuckles brushing up against his leaking cock - Justice has made a point of ignoring it, only offering the occasional teasing stroke or pull, never giving Anders the friction he begs for. Instead, he maps out every line of Anders’ body with his fingertips, drawing out all manner of deliciously needy little noises - a hiss when he rakes nails down Anders’ side; a gasp when he yanks at Anders’ hair; a whimper when he pinches a pebbled nipple.
With his other hand, Justice steadily thrusts three fingers into Anders’ arse, working him open painfully slow and methodical, not once heeding Anders’ increasingly desperate pleas of more, please, Justice, more, harder, faster, anything -
The smell of sweat and sex hangs heavy in the air, cut through with the faint ozone of the Fade bleeding from Justice’s skin. Fenris’ blood thunders in his ears, undercut with both his and Anders’ ragged panting and the slick noises coming from between Anders’ legs. His cock throbs and aches, every nerve in his body alight with the need for contact, for anything; his world reduced to the liquid heat in his veins and the vision of Anders, warm and glowing and gorgeous, trembling underneath Justice’s hands.
“Kaffas,” he murmurs, shaking his head. He can hear the wood of the chair creaking under his grip. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from Anders even if he wanted to. “Mage, you are …”
Anders lifts his head slightly to look at him. His gaze is unfocused, eyes glassy and heavy lidded, his red mouth hanging open. His hair is damp with sweat, his long lashes are clumped together with tears, and his chest heaves with every gasping breath he takes.
“Fen -” he breathes, crying out as Justice twists the fingers inside him. “I, I … oh, Maker, Fenris, Justice, fucking Maker, I -”
His babbling is cut short by the whine that bubbles up from his throat when Justice presses his fingers in further, harder, right to the knuckle. Anders’ back arches up from the mattress, his legs trembling as Justice ghosts his free hand across Anders’ chest, sending tiny sparks of electricity across his skin. Fenris’s markings prickle at the magic in the air, though the feeling is nothing compared to how every inch of his skin burns with feverish need.
Dimly, he’s aware that he’s making sound, gasping and panting alongside Anders, but he doesn’t have the presence of mind to care. There is only Anders, and Justice, and the fingers Justice slowly pulls out of his host, catching on Anders’ rim just enough that Fenris gets to watch his hole twitch and flutter; gets to see that there’s sparks dancing around those fingertips too.
Then Justice slams back in roughly and Anders is sobbing, tossing his head back as he writhes, pressing his hips down on Justice’s hand to take him deeper. His twitching cock has begun to purple at the head, fluid dripping onto his quivering belly, and his cries have taken on the pitch they always do when he’s right there on the edge.
Fenris has never been harder in his life. His cock strains against the confines of his breeches and it is agony, a bone-deep ache that leaves him gasping like a drowning man. He wonders briefly if Justice intends to kill him like this, to have him watch Anders be granted the release he’s been begging for but then deny Fenris his own, leave him to be eaten alive by the desire burning in his blood - but then Justice rips his fingers from the clutch of Anders’ body.
Anders howls in frustration, tears streaming down his cheeks as his slick, reddened hole clenches around nothing, and Fenris feels the last remnants of his own willpower shatter.
“Justice,” he gasps. “Justice, please, I need - I can’t, I - Justice, please.”
There’s a shift in the air, and Anders’ dazed eyes fill with blue light. Justice pushes himself up, pinning his gaze on Fenris, and Fenris swears he can see the ghost of a satisfied smirk dancing at the corner of his mouth.
“What do you need, Fenris?” Justice asks, his voice slightly scratchy from Anders’ screaming. “Tell me.”
“Touch me,” Fenris groans. “Let me touch Anders, let me touch you, Justice, venedhis, anything -”
“You have been so patient,” Justice murmurs. “You have done so well, Fenris.” He cocks his head to one side, his eyes slowly moving over Fenris’ body.
“Strip,” he commands, and Fenris scrambles to obey, knocking his chair over and stumbling as he tears off his shirt and leggings and tosses them aside. He can barely keep himself upright with how his head is spinning.
“Good,” Justice purrs. He brings his knees up to his chest, spreading his legs wide, and Fenris lets out a strangled sound at the sight. “Anders is desperate for you. He wants you to take him; wants to come screaming around your cock as you fuck him into the mattress. He wants you to fill him with your come until he is dripping with it.”
“Justice,” Fenris rasps.
Justice regards him for a moment - one long, long moment - and nods. “Very well. You may touch him.”
Justice recedes as Fenris lunges forward, burying his face against Anders’ neck, feeling the thudding of Anders’ racing pulse against his lips as they both sob with relief. Fenris gives his cock two rough strokes to spread his precum along the length, before shakily lining himself up.
“Fenris -” Anders mewls, a high, broken sound. “Oh, love, Fen, love, Fenris.” His hands clutch at Fenris’ shoulders, digging in his nails as Fenris sinks into him in one thrust, both of them crying out.
Fenris doesn’t wait for either of them to adjust, pulling out and slamming straight back in, his cock swallowed by tight, slick heat. He sets a brutal pace, gripping Anders’ waist with both hands as his hips snap against his arse, heat pooling in his gut and pleasure quickly building as he chases that delicious friction. Anders clenches around him, each thrust wringing a guttural cry from his throat.
Neither of them will last long like this - Fenris already feels himself hurtling towards his orgasm, near helpless under the onslaught of white hot pleasure coursing through his body. Anders writhes underneath him, his head tossed back as he arches into everyone one of Fenris’ thrusts, hips jerking erratically in Fenris’ grip.
“Am - amatus,” Fenris breathes. “Anders -”
Anders gazes up at him with a whine, dark eyes hazy and unfocused, the muscles of his throat working around a swallow.
“Come for me, Anders.”
Anders whimpers as Fenris drives his cock deeper, adjusting his grip on Anders’ hips until - there.
Another brutal thrust and Anders is screaming Fenris’ name, eyes rolling back and blue light splitting his skin, inner muscles spasming around Fenris’ cock as he spills between them and splatters both of their bellies with come. Fenris’ gut tightens, pleasure shooting through his entire being, the edges of his vision going dark; and with one last thrust he follows Anders right over the edge with a choked gasp.
Fenris collapses forward, his head pillowed on Anders’ heaving chest. It takes him a moment to come back to himself, lifting his head groggily as his vision readjusts.
“An … ders?” he croaks, blinking to clear the haze from his eyes.
“Hnnnng,” comes Anders’ response. He gazes up at Fenris, dishevelled and debauched and utterly, impossibly beautiful, and Fenris adores him. He feels the corners of his mouth tug up.
“Are you well?” he asks quietly.
Anders swallows thickly, nodding. “Maker, yeah,” he breathes, a lopsided grin slowly making its way across his face. “That was … Maker. That was brilliant.”
“Indeed,” Fenris chuckles. He raises a hand to tuck a strand of sweat-soaked hair behind Anders’ ear, running the pad of his thumb along the curve of his cheekbone, before laying his head back down on Anders’ chest. “Perhaps we should indulge Justice’s … creativity more often.”
“Oh, we definitely should.”
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from the smut prompts: “I need you. I need you both, right now.” for Anders/Fenris/Justice :3
OOF OKAY so I've wanted to try them for so loooong but have been intimidated by the wash of really, really talented justfenders writers out there... so here goes (thank you, honestly, I needed the shove).
for @dadrunkwriting
Rating: M
Words: 662
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Fenris's first time with Justice felt curious, exploratory — Anders guided the way.
Hands plucked at the straps of his armour, sending it clinking to the ground beside the bed. Long fingers laced between his before tugging at the taloned claws of them. His gauntlets came loose — those same fingers pulled his hands up to a mouth that kissed every fingertip until his lyrium brands prickled and hummed.
"Do not open your eyes," came a voice — it thrummed with the tones of two.
Fenris chuckled. "I won't. I wasn't going to."
A disbelieving grunt, then a hum in a lower, rumbling voice. It was wholly Justice who then slid Fenris's fingers between his lips — Fenris caught his hand alight with a lewd moan.
Justice sucked his way off of Fenris's glowing fingers — the brightness of his own brands were like spiderwebbing lines through his closed lids — and set to work on the rest of his clothes. Fenris groaned deep in his chest as Justice's hands spread over the skin beneath his shirt.
"I don't mean to hurry you," he said through clenched teeth, "but I know it's you by the Fade running over your hands."
"You are trembling," Justice remarked, with no small amount of amusement. "Do I do that to you?"
Fenris hummed affirmatively, squirming under Justice's sudden weight atop him. He subconsciously searched for his mouth, and bit his lip when it was nowhere to be found.
"Is it because we are touching you?" asked the twinning voices, "or simply because I am spirit —" the voice was Justice's now —"painting along the lyrium lines in your skin?"
"Yes," Fenris panted, feeling the lines on his chest, around his nipples, burn with the slow, measured strokes of their hands. "Yes."
"Anders says you like this," Justice stated, rubbing his thumbs over Fenris's hardening nipples. Fenris arched up into his touch. "It seems he did not lie."
Fenris laughed quietly, disbelievingly, as he caught his breath. "Why would he?"
Justice was silent, focusing instead on ridding Fenris of his remaining clothes and settling atop him. It was strange to feel Anders' body against him, fully clothed, as his own skin lay bare — usually it was Anders beneath him, twisting and panting under the unrelenting attention of his fingers and mouth. Fenris gripped Anders' hips between his thighs.
"Want you," he finally ground out.
There was a little gasp, and Anders' hips rolled forward between Fenris's legs. Fenris was so hard he ached.
"Justice," he murmured, smoothing his hands down their sides and hooking his fingers beneath his coat, "please —"
His words cut off into a groan as they kissed him — the brands on his chin and throat sparked to life at the contact, and Justice moaned into his mouth. He chased the taste of lyrium into Fenris's mouth with his tongue.
When they pulled away, tasting of Fade and Anders and soft, happy sighs, Fenris chased after them. He rose up on one elbow, eyelids fluttering.
"Want to look at you," he gasped. "Can I?"
A thumb smoothed under one eye, then the other, as they cupped his face in their hands. "Open," they said.
Fenris looked at them.
The planes of Anders' face were familiar and dear in the darkness, lit as if from beneath by Justice's glow. His eyes, however, were amber and clear. They crinkled at the corners in a smile.
"I need you," Fenris finally said, his gaze darting between Anders' eyes. He pressed up as close as he physically could to them, gripping them tight between his thighs. "I need you both, right now."
Anders and Justice chuckled, their hand slipping to Fenris's nape to tangle their fingers in his hair. "Cheeky little bugger," Anders scolded, then caught his mouth in another firm, biting kiss.
Fenris fucked up against the length he could feel hardening in Anders' breeches — the moan that spilled from their nose at the roll of Fenris's body was Justice and Anders' voices in one.
#dadwc#fenders#justfenders#anders x fenris x justice#dragon age#da2#my writing#da drunk writing circle#anders#fenris#justice
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First line game
Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all!). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favourite opening line. Then tag 10 of your favourite authors!
I was tagged by @hollyand-writes Thank you <3
I have too many wips and no idea which ones I started first, so I’m just going to go with my last 20 stories on ao3 (warning: some opening lines/titles are not entirely sfw)
Truce or Date (fenders): “Do you ever wonder why we’re here?”
Healer’s choice (fenders): The door just barely still clung to one of its hinges, swaying on the breeze that carried the stench of smoke and sea into even the last tiny, hidden nook of Darktown.
Cumming Home (justanders): His feet made no sound on the green-tinted ground.
Lovers’ Day (fenders): The scent, an almost overwhelming sweetness, hit him the moment he opened the door, before he even had a chance to take in the sea of colour that spread out in front of him.
Shh! (fenders): Enough was enough.
Disturbance in the Gallows (fenders): “So, Fenris, what’s going on between you and Anders?”
Glowy Boys Special (aka fenders tumblr shorts): Water, dripping down his face, darkening his hair, catching in his coat.
Things we lost (fenhawke): Well, that sure is a lot of blood…
Fading into you (justfenders): The hum of the Fade was faint, distant, as though it was calling from behind a closed door.
Dear Justice (fenders): Fenris let the door fall shut behind him with a bang.
Until we are free (kanders): “Tell me about the world outside.”
Dates and Cakes (fenders): “Let me get this straight: you are a doctor who quit to run a cat shelter.”
Superstition (fenders): He managed to take exactly two steps before they had him surrounded, trapped between the wall of their grimy bodies and that of the Hanged Man.
Heatwave (fenders): The heat was merciless, pressing down on the city in a thick soup of stale air, stench, and humidity.
Ten times you kissed me (fenders): As it turned out, leaving them alone while she made off with Isabela and that slippery assassin wasn’t Hawke’s best idea…Granted, she never got tired of suggesting they spend more time together and “work out that avalanche of issues”, yet somehow Fenris doubted she’d expected them to follow her advice to “just have some fun” quite so literally.
And Pounce makes three (fenders): “Anders, are you coming to the staff party tomorrow?” Merrill called from across the room where she was busy losing a game of pool against Hawke and Isabela.
(W)hole lotta love (fenders): It was a lovely cock.
I spy… ruffled feathers and unlaced leathers (fenders): Fenris rolled his eyes for the – he had lost count of how many times it had been, but probably enough to cause serious brain damage if he didn’t stop right about now.
Setting Sail (fenhanders): Anders keeps fussing over him, pretending that everything’s alright.
Reckoning (fenhawke): There had been no warning.
I don’t really see any patterns, except for the word ‘door’ popping up quite a few times. I’m surprised that only a handful of them open on a line of dialogue, though. I would have expected that to be the case for at least half of them, but apparently I don’t do that nearly as often as I thought.
Most of my favourite authors have either done this already or are no longer on tumblr/in the fandom, so I’m tagging anyone who wants to do it (because what better way to find new favourite writers?)
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In early 1800s europe, sleepovers were super common between young men (especially around college age). What if one of Fenris' card nights in canon turned into one? Just all the boys making blanket and pillow nests in front of the fireplace or smth. I prefer justfenders over any other ship, but genfic is just as good!
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Based off a rp with @protect-him on discord
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"saw someone they hoped to never see again" for justfenders?
[wolf here] thank you for the excellent prompt, i was immediately inspired to write something for it. a couple things of note:
this is set in my modern thedas au
i have no ill-will towards sebastian or his fans, he just seemed like someone who perhaps anders and justice would wish to avoid at all costs after a certain point in the plot
For @dadrunkwriting
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Rating: Teen
Main Relationships: Anders, Justice, Fenris, and very briefly Sebastian
Genre: Emotional Hurt/Comfort
Word Count: 941
Content Warnings: Panic attack, strong language
AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/37379938/chapters/94047718
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They’re at the grocery store when they spot him. They round the corner into the breakfast cereal aisle and immediately freeze when they see familiar combed-back auburn hair and piercing blue eyes. The sound of his Starkhaven brogue drills into their skull from several meters away as he asks the stranger he’s with what cereal they’d like.
“Shit shit shit,” Anders whispers under his breath, nearly running over Fenris as he backs his cart out of the aisle and out of sight, his heart in his throat.
“What? What is it?” Fenris asks, pulling his foot out of the path of the cart wheels just in time.
‘Would you prefer I take over?’ Justice asks from his and Anders’ headspace.
“Sebastian,” Anders growls under his breath, then silently adds to Justice, ‘and no, please don’t. I love you, but you know as well as I do that you’ll just make a scene in the middle of the grocery store.’
‘Understood. Carry on,’ Justice responds. ‘I will be here if you need me.’
“Oh. Shit is right. Ah…” Fenris glances around, as if looking for ideas amongst the grocery displays, “would you prefer to continue shopping or go?”
“Can we just… leave?” Anders whispers desperately, his head spinning.
“Of course. I wouldn’t have offered if it wasn’t an option,” Fenris points out.
“Should we…” Anders gestures at their half-full cart.
Fenris shakes his head. “Leave it.”
Justice surges forward, blurring together with Anders rather than forcing him back entirely. Their body freezes in place, panic surging through them until they can hardly feel their limbs.
“Whatever you’re thinking, Justice, I need you to stop and let me get you and Anders to the car,” Fenris says sternly.
“It would be unjust to simply abandon our cart for underpaid employees to deal with our mess,” Justice explains. Or is it Anders? Even Anders himself isn’t sure. Their voice feels far away even though it’s coming from their own mouth.
“I’ll come back in and deal with it after you’re in the car,” Fenris assures them. “There’s no reason you need to be here for that. Come on.” He places a gentle hand between Anders’ and Justice’s shoulder blades and presses, urging them to walk with him.
They step away from the cart and numbly follow Fenris’ lead. Objections swirl through their mind, but none of them are coherent enough to form into words, so they push them down and keep walking. Their movements are clumsy, and the edges of their vision seem to have burnt away. They aren’t sure they’d even be able to find the exit without Fenris’ help, but thankfully they don’t have to worry about that. His hand doesn’t leave their back until they reach the car. When did they reach the car? They don’t even remember leaving the building. Though now that they think about it, the frigid air is a bit of a dead giveaway. They try to focus on that to stay grounded in the current place and time.
“Alright, I’ve unlocked the car.” Fenris’ voice sounds like it’s coming from the other side of a glass wall. “You can get in,” he clarifies when they neither move nor reply for several seconds. “I’ll come back out and join you after I address our abandoned cart. Would you like me to purchase what we have so far? That seems… more efficient than putting everything back on the shelves. We can return later or shop elsewhere for the remainder of our groceries.”
They nod numbly, unable to think of a response to everything their partner just said.
“Here,” Fenris opens the passenger door for them, “you two sit down, and I’ll take care of everything else, okay?”
They nod again and shakily take a seat in the car.
Fenris bends down to press a kiss to their temple. “It’s alright. You’re safe here. He didn’t see us. Breathe for me, okay?”
They nod and take a deep, shaky breath. Then another. And another. Gradually, the spinning in their head slows and the feeling returns to their hands and feet. After several deep breaths, Justice’s panicked presence dislodges and retreats back into their headspace, leaving Anders alone up front. He melts back against the seat, exhaustion seeping into his bones.
“There we are,” Fenris says with a weary smile. “You wait there. I’ll be back as soon as possible, alright?”
Anders nods. “See you soon, love.” His voice comes out weak and watery, but at least it’s no longer frozen in his throat.
Fenris leans in to kiss his cheek, then closes the car door and half-walks, half-jogs back into the store.
‘My apologies,’ Justice offers sheepishly from their headspace.
“You’re fine,” Anders assures him, out loud now that they’re in private. “That was as much me as it was you. We both panicked.”
‘Still,’ Justice says, ‘I fear I complicated the issue.’
“If you did, then so did I,” Anders points out.
‘Ah. Point taken,’ Justice concedes. ‘In any case, I am relieved that you are alright.’
“And I’m relieved that we solved the cart issue,” Anders says. “And by we I mean… Fenris.”
‘We ought to thank him when he returns.’
“Agreed.”
With that, Anders oozes down into the seat and huddles in his sweater, retreating partially back into his headspace to be a little closer to Justice as they await Fenris’ return.
‘Would you like a hug?’ Justice asks.
‘Yes, please,’ Anders replies, so Justice wraps around him with the mental impression of a hug so powerful that Anders can feel it tingling through his body. ‘Thanks,’ Anders murmurs as he melts into the spirit’s embrace.
#anders#justice#fenris#justfenders#fenders#justanders#justfenris#da drunk writing circle#mulch writes
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