#Dirthail x Anders

[thiefbird]

Things I'm especially interested in writing tonight!

Killian Amell x Loghain Mac Tir

Fenhanders/Justfenhanders (what a mouthful!)

Dirthail Mahariel x Alistair Theirin

And as usual I always love:

Hawke x Anders/Fenris/Merrill/Isabela

QPPs Hawke and Varric

Fenders

Warden x Anders

Cheeky Nanders

Kanders

Anders x Happiness

M!Solavellan

Adoribull

Merribela

Hawke terrorizing Cullen at Skyhold

Anora and Alistair's platonic marriage

Seranni x The Architect (warning: I may attempt to write poetry)

Pretty much anything! Give me weird rarepairs! Give me two characters who have never interacted and a random song lyric!

[thiefbird]

Married Anora / Alistair with Anora absolutely sick of hearing about Dirthail constantly: Oh, if I could go back in time When you only held me in my mind Just a longing, gone without a trace from https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nOWGp1zhcVE

@dadrunkwriting

"And then Dirth, of course-"

"Oh, dear Maker, husband, "Anora sighed. "If you mention him again I'll believe you are in love with him."

Alistair gaped at her. Him, in love with Dirthail? Ridiculous. "I beg your pardon?"

"You speak of him constantly, you make eyes at him when he appears in court. What else am I to think?" Her eyes sparkled with merriment as she teased him. "Do not think I am complaining, dear husband. Only simply commenting on a trend."

"I- he-" Alistair spluttered incoherently for a moment. "He has Morrigan again!"

"Hmm... that would not affect your love for him. Besides, I have you. And yet that does not stop me." She looked thoughtful. "He keeps company with that blond apostate often, as well. Dalish are not so prudish as we, in matters of the heart, Alistair.

He was not- could not be- in love with Dirth. They had not even spoken outside court in years, not since his fellow Warden had taken so very well to politics and contrived for Alistair's nemesis to also be his father-in-law. Yes, that had worked out better than expected, and it was not like Loghain was around. And of course his grudge against the elf had faded almost immediately, and had been replaced by pondering how his former friend was handling being Arl, or raising a child, or...

Oh dear Maker. He was in love with Dirth.

"I..."

"Do not look so frightened, husband." Anora rose from her seat and embraced him. "You may not speak with him, but he writes to me frequently. Go to him."

Alistair sagged into her arms. "Tomorrow. I must go tomorrow..."

"Then I will write to him tonight, to expect you."

[thiefbird]

OC asks, 19 and 23 please!

19: do they tend to panic in certain situations or are they more calm?

Dirthail panics internally, but after the Bought he's gotten really good at PRETENDING he's calm, because otherwise Alistair would freak out

23: what is something dumb that irritates them a lot?

In general: he finds the Warden tabards to be really itchy. He actually ended up getting his remade from silk once he became Arl of Vigil's Keep because the wool bothered him too much.

That Morrigan does: that she never wants to cuddle. He respects it and doesn't force it on her, but it makes him sad.

That Alistair did: he found the fact that Alistair liked to lie completely on top of him really annoying, because it was hard to breathe, but now that they aren't friends he misses being squished.

That Anders does: socks, same as Hawke.

[thiefbird]

I posted the first chapter of my Dirthail x Anders fic!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/39409308/chapters/98627661

[thiefbird]

5 Nd 7 for the romance asks please

Sorry this took me so long, I forgot I never hit Post!

5) How do they comfort each other when they are sad? 

Dirth and Morrigan: They like to sit quietly together and drink fancy wine about it. Morrigan isn't big on cuddling, but she'll sometimes pet or braid his hair for him.

Dirth and Alistair: Alistair likes to be the little spoon and let Dirth hold him when either of them are sad.

Dirth and Anders: Anders isn't great at dealing with Feelings at first, due to Circle repression, so he sorta runs away and hides whenever either of them are feeling down in the beginning, but as he realises no-one can punish him for having feelings, he becomes really good at letting Dirth vent about whatever is bothering him.

7) Favorite date activity?

Dirth and Morrigan: spending time with Kieran, or trying (and failing) to teach Dirth shapeshifting. Morrigan thinks it's hilarious.

Dirth and Alistair: Sparring and talking.

Dirth and Anders: curling up in the library and reading together.

[thiefbird]

Day one of @creativepromptsforwriting 's June writing challenge! Warden-Commander Dirthail Mahariel and Anders' first kiss

Anders looked up from his book and grinned happily at his Commander. "Good morning, Dirthail," he said cheerfully.

Dirthail looked at him skeptically. "... It's almost dinner time, Anders."

Anders brushed him off with a wave of his hand, rolling his eyes. "Got lost in this," he said, holding up the book on phylacteries and Chantry-sanctioned blood magic Dirthail had given him after their disastrous attempt to destroy his own phylactery.

"Well, I'm glad you're enjoying it." Dirthail perched on the arm of Anders' chair, the added height putting his face level with Anders'.

"I've been meaning to thank you for it. And the jewelry. And Pounce." And for saving him from the templars. Twice, now.

"There's no need for that. I'm just glad you're happy here." Dirth's smile was painfully genuine.

"Still. Thank you. You've been fantastic." Anders' gaze flickered down to Dirthail's full, pouty lips for a moment. Andraste's ass, but he was kissable. It was a pity he'd never responded more than playfully to Anders'attempted flirtations.

"And you've been indispensable. You're a fantastic Warden, Anders." There he went again, being utterly sincere and tempting Anders'self control. It wasn't fair.

... Was he looking at his lips? Anders bit his lower lip, and saw the Commander's pupils blow wide. Encouraged, he leaned further into the little elf's space, and felt more than heard his subtle exhale. Maybe his flirting was as sincere as the rest of him.

"... Can I kiss you?" Anders asked softly. Dirthail blushed, a dusky rise hint on his dark cheeks, and nodded quickly.

"Please."

Playfully, Anders leaned back, grinning, and Dirth made a distressed sound in the back of his throat before pulling Anders closer by the collar of his robes. The little elf pressed their lips roughly together, mouth posting almost instantly in a soft gasp.

Anders bit Dirth's lower lip gently, sucking it into his mouth before pulling back. Dirth grinned up at him, fierce and wild, tangled his fingers in Anders' hair, and pulled him back into a passionate kiss.

[thiefbird]

Prompt: Jealousy-Anders + Dirthail

Dirth left his private quarters in search of Anders. He found him curled in an armchair in the library, sullenly stroking Pounce. Dirth leaned over him from behind, pressing a kiss to Anders' hair. "Good morning, love," he murmured against the crown of his head. Anders mumbled a response into Pounce's fur.

Dirth perched on the arm of the chair, draping his legs into Anders' lap. "You're up early," he mentioned casually.

"Oghren was snoring," Anders muttered darkly, finally glancing up at Dirth. "And Pounce was up, too. Where's your wife?"

"In bed. In *her* bed," Dirth clarified when Anders' scowl deepened. He tangled his fingers gently in Anders' long, golden hair, tugging it gently. Anders' jealousy rarely came out to play; he was more likely to make a self-deprecating joke and hide than outright sulk like this.

"Lucky Morrigan," was Anders' only response, though he arched his neck into the gentle pressure on his scalp.

"Talk to me?"

"Nothing to talk about." Anders carefully pulled Dirth's hand from his hair, pressing a kiss to his fingertips. "Just woke up on the wrong side of the cot."

Dirth flashed him a skeptical look. "Anders..." he said warningly. "This doesn't work if you won't talk to me."

He hooked a finger under Anders. chin, tilting his face towards him. Anders' eyes flickered up to his reluctantly before dropping back down.

"It's not important, Dirth. Leave it alone."

"You're upset, so it is important." Dirth smiled encouragingly.

Anders flopped back in the chair, twisting to face Dirth better, and mumbled a mush of syllables Dirth couldn't catch.

"Try again, a little slower?" he teased.

"Whydoesshehavearoom?" Anders blurted out, flushing.

Oh. Not what Dirth was expecting. "She's not a Warden, and she has Kieran," he said gently, stroking his thumb over Anders' cheek.

Anders deflated slightly at the mention of Dirth's son. "Kieran, yeah, okay..." he said with a sigh. "That makes sense."

Dirth pulled him closer, tucking Anders' head under his chin. "You're right,though. It isn't fair."

"I know you can't just... give me a room," Anders said softly, nuzzling Dirth's neck. "I know you can't show me favour over the other Wardens. It just sucks, is all."

He ran a hand up Dirth's calf to his inner thigh, thumb massaging over the seam of his leggings

Dirth hummed softly at the gentle affection, pressing his lips to Anders' hairline. "Move in with me."

Anders jerked back, eyes wide. "What?!"

"Move in with me," Dirth repeated, cupping Anders' cheek. "We'll have to sort a few things out with Morrigan, but it solves the Oghren snoring problem."

He didn't think she would mind; Morrigan was... *intensely* independent, and mostly preferred not to share a bed anyways. There was no reason the rare exceptions couldn't be kept to her chambers.

Anders eyes swam with unshed tears as Dirth continued. "Ar lath, ma vhenan. I love you. Let's talk to Morrigan when she wakes up; we'll work this out."

Anders nodded shakily, burying his face in Dirth's chest with a smothered sob. "Fuck... yeah. Okay, yes!"

[thiefbird]

23. sated

for Anders and the Warden Commander 😏

Decided to use my Mahariel, Dirthail

Anders collapsed next to Dirth, tugging the tiny elf into his arms with a heavy sigh. He nuzzled his face into the other man's neck, pressing a kiss to his pulse point. "Satisfied, love?" he asked softly.

Dirthail chuckled, low in his throat; Anders could feel it reverberate through his hands. "For now," was his teasing reply. "Ask me again after a nap." He snuggled closer, tangling their bare legs together under the covers.

[thiefbird]

19, 42, or 48 for the micro story? 😁

I... May have done all three

19: Sea Change, for Anders and Nathaniel Howe(just a HINT of past Nanders)

He was... So different from the flippant young man Nathaniel recalled chasing skirts (and trousers) around the Vigil. Of course he was. But was it only Justice's presence that enacted such a sea change in him?

Nathaniel doubted it. Justice had always been... Idealistic. Almost naive. This new Anders was cynical, beaten, downtrodden. It hurt his heart to see his... To see Anders like this, to see how his time away had hurt him.

42: Savior, for my Warden Dirthail Mahariel Sabrae and Alistair(they have a Complicated Relationship that toes the line between ace-romantic and platonic)(this one got away from me in length)

Sometimes, Alistair wondered how he'd gotten so lucky.

Sure, he'd gotten a rotten start, between Isolde and the Chantry, and then throw in losing Duncan and the other Wardens. But gazing across the campfire, watching Leliana weave a complicated braid into Dirthail's hair, he felt so Maker-damned lucky he could cry.

Until the *harpy* opened her mouth, that is. Alistair didn't understand how Dirthail tolerated her, let alone why he spent his time hunting down baubles and trinkets to gift her.

Morrigan muttered a complaint about the state of tonight's dinner, but before Alistair could formulate a response to defend the honor of his cooking, Dirthail brushed Leliana off and shot Morrigan a nasty look.

"If you'd like to cook, be my guest. Until then, no complaints. *I* think Alistair's cooking is delightful."

Alistair flushed, ducking his head at the unearned praise. Morrigan sneered at him, tossing her head dismissively.

"I do not understand why you forever choose to be his savior, Dirthail. You save him from his responsibilities as senior Grey Warden, you save him from darkspawn, you save him from the slightest criticism," she said haughtily before retreating to her own campfire.

Dirth dropped to the ground beside Alistair, butting his head affectionately into the taller man's shoulder. "Just ignore her, Ali," he murmured softly, leaning his full weight against Alistair's side. "She's just nervous and prickly about going South again."

Alistair sighed mournfully. "She's right, though. You're always coming to my rescue."

"And I always will. I'm your savior. And you're mine."

48: Rampage, for Justice and Anders (this one is kinda sad; I wanted to play with Anders'/Justice's guilt complex, and how they try to atone for their perceived sins)

They'd almost killed a child. A mage child, a young girl they'd meant to rescue.

All because they couldn't control themselves around Templars.

Just the sight of purple and silver made their jaw clench, their shoulders hunch defensively. The Sword of Mercy (they couldn't even laugh at the irony of the name, not after Karl and the mercy they'd shown him) sent them on a rampage. It wasn't safe for them to be around people, but every time they thought to leave, another Darktown resident would appear at the clinic door to halt their packing. They couldn't abandon those who needed them.

And sure they kept working, till the was more lyrium than blood in their veins, till their stomach cramped with hunger, till their fingers bled. And then, just a little bit longer. Always a little bit longer.

[thiefbird]

Alistair meeting Anders again after Anora makes him go after Dirthail 👀👀👀

I had a fun idea for this! For @dadrunkwriting

Alistair rushed up the stairs to Dirth's quarters, dodging servants and junior Wardens as he went. He'd never been up here, had barely ever set foot in Vigil's Keep, really. Thankfully the senechal had given him detailed instructions on how to get there, or else he'd have been completely lost

The hallway at the top of the stairs was dauntingly long, and Alistair lowed his pace, eyeing each door nervously. The senechal had advised him that Morrigan's quarters were on this hall, too, and the Howe's, as Warden-Constable, neither of which he relished seeing. Morrigan because of their long-lasting rivalry, and Nathaniel Howe because of murdering his father.

Though Dirthail had been involved in the murdering, and by all accounts, he and Howe were perfectly amiable. More amiable than Dirth and Alistair in recent years.

And didn't that sting? Alistair knew he had been the one to pull away, but still. Dirth could have reached out, could have apologised.

Alistair finally made it to the end of the hall, and without knocking, burst into the grand, yet cosy, quarters.

A fire was gently roaring in the hearth, Barkspawn snoring gently in front of it. And prone on the couch was...

A decidedly naked blond man, posed provocatively, and fast asleep.

"Oh dear Maker! Alistair exclaimed, waking both the man and the mabari as he covered his eyes.

The blond man screamed, hands flying to cover his crotch. "What the fuck?!" he shouted indignantly. "Who in the Fade are- King Alistair?!"

Alistair's face was burning red as he peeked out from behind his fingers. The man had tossed a pillow into his lap and was now leaning back on the couch, completely comfortable in his nudity now the shock had passed.

"Err- yes. That's me? I, uh, I'm afraid I don't know your name."

The naked man snorted, head lolling back on the armrest. "Of course you don't. I am Anders, former apostate and current Warden-Healer. I'm honestly hurt, ser, you were there when I was recruited."

That jostled Alistair's memory, a dim idea of arriving at the Vigil just after Dirth had taken command. "Ah, yes. You're-" Dirth's apostate. Well, his other apostate.

"You're-" he repeated, trying to find a less imprudent way to refer to Anders.

"I'm the Warden-Commander's kept man, as opposed to Morrigan, yes," Anders drawled lazily, gesturing to the room around them. "Which explains my presence. I assume you were not looking for me, but for Dirth?"

Something in Alistair's chest (not his heart, no, it couldn't be his heart) snapped at the casually possessive tone in Anders' voice. He was too late.

"Yes. I have... important matters to discuss with him. Kingly business."

Anders grinned, wiggling his eyebrows. "He's busy."

"Well, when will he be available?" Alistair demanded, feeling the childish urge to stomp his foot at the cheeky expression on the mage's face.

Anders shrugged, "He's with Morrigan and their- and our son," he corrected himself, a slight blush coloring his cheeks.

"And you were... waiting for him?"

"Mmm," Anders agreed. "A surprise. I should probably get dressed, if you have 'kingly business' to discuss. Maybe I'll go bother Nate instead."

He stood up, smirking as Alistair averted his eyes again, and threw on a set of rather revealing robes. It was almost worse than seeing the man naked, watching him fuss with the flimsy, sheer material, draping it artfully around his waist and hips.

Anders gestured to the now-vacated couch as he moved to the door. "Good luck with your business, King Alistair." he said with a wink as he left.

[thiefbird]

Decided to just like

Write snippets of Dirth's and Anders' and Morrigan's relationship instead of writing everything??? So keep an eye out for that