#female hawke x anders

[fanfictionamerica]

Ataraxia (F!Hawke x Anders)

Title: Ataraxia

Rating: Teen and Up

Category: F/M

Pairing: Female Hawke/Anders

Tags: Grief/Mourning, Memorials, Freedom, Post-Canon, Post-Rebellion Story, Happy Ending, Late Night Conversations, Nightmares, Healthy Relationships

Length: 2128 words

Summary:

Ataraxia - a state of freedom from emotional disturbance and anxiety; tranquility.

Freedom has always seemed out of reach for Hawke and Anders. But now, years after leaving Kirkwall, they seem to have finally found it.

Read on AO3

Written by Actually_An_Insane_Fangirl on AO3 for the lovely @anders-did-nothing-wrong as a gift for the 2022 Handers Gift Exchange!

[hel-unleashed]

Yet another normal day in Kirkwall

Original template by ReddsMess

[handers-time]

Introducing the 2024 Handers Gift Exchange!

Welcoming any and all Handers fans, @handers-time will be hosting another year of the Handers Gift Exchange! For those unfamiliar, a fandom gift exchange is an event in which participants create fanworks to give to one another, based off their prompts, preferences, and ships! Then giftees will leave comments on any gifts they receive and the love for Handers will be shared.

Schedule:

March 9 - 23: Sign-ups

March 24 - 26: Matching & Assignments

March 27 - May 19: Creation & Posting Period

With additional check-ins on April 12-14 and May 3-5. Participants may post any time during the creation period dates, not just at the end.

Rules & FAQ under the read-more:

Q. When will assignments go out, and when is my gift due?

A. Assignments will go out on or before March 26, 2024. You can post your gift any time during the creation period, but they absolutely must be posted by May 19.

Q. Will there be check-ins?

A. Yes. Mods will be checking in with participants the weekends of April 12 and May 3. If you are struggling to complete a gift or haven’t started by then we would strong encourage you to flag this to a mod so that we can arrange a pinch-hitter if necessary. We understand that life happens, so we won’t hold it against you if you need to drop out - we just want to be sure that your recipient still gets a gift!

Q. How do I share my gift?

A. All gifts should be posted on AO3 and on tumblr. Gifts should be posted to the 2024 Handers Gift Exchange collection on AO3 (link to be shared). Your recipient should be clearly tagged. Tumblr posts should tag in the handers-time blog so that we can find it to reblog it.

Q. How big should my gift be?

A. Fanfic should reach a minimum word count of 1,000 words. Fanart should be at least a clean sketch or completed lineart, depending on how you view your artstyle.

Extra gifts - written as optional add-ons after you’ve completed your main gift - can be much smaller with a minimum word count of 250 words. There is no maximum word count for main gifts or for extra gifts.

Q. Is this an anonymous gift exchange?

A. No, but please do not tell your giftee until you have officially posted your gift. The reveal will occur the moment you post it!

Q. Are there any rules about commenting?

A. Yes. You must comment on any gift made for you. For a full gift, this should be a comment of at least 3 sentences in length. For extra gifts, it can be less.

Q. I don’t want to sign up to the exchange but I’d like to produce extra gifts. What do I do?

Lovely to have you! We share the complete list of requests after sign-ups publicly - you can keep an eye on this blog for it. Anyone can create an extra treat - you do not need to be a participant of the full exchange. Extra gifts have a lower minimum requirements (250 words, or sketches) and you can produce as many as you like.

Q. I have another question.

A. Please send an ask to the handers-time mod and we'd be happy to help.

[call-me-oluss]

Anders romanse went badly

[cosmic-darikano]

im insane about them. (Original)

[elsfinix]

then don't call it a lie, it's false truth

(a piece from the previous year I haven't posted here yet)

Ukrainian version:

[pinkfadespirit]

My @arlathanxchange​ gift for @thedastrash. Here is Fenris, happy and cozy and in love with both Myrna Hawke and Anders 🥰 

Here is is on AO3 along with two other drawings which I’ll post here separately

[videogame-ocs]

Alright so in my canon Dragon Age II playthrough (because I started it when I hadn’t finished Origins), my canon Grey Warden, Amelia Cousland is dead. However in Inquisition she’s alive, but missing. So I have a headcanon thing that makes that indiscretion make sense: reports of Amelia Cousland’s death have been greatly exaggerated.

Kirkwall residents who didn’t want Ferelden refugees in their city, spread rumours that the Queen of Ferelden, their most recently famous hero, actually died defeating the Archdemon and was replaced by a look-alike.

The thing is it spirals out of hand over the years so most people in Kirkwall believe the rumour. the look a-like theory quickly develops into a shapeshifting apostate taken her place, most likely the witch of the wilds she traveled with to stop the blight.

Part of it even makes it into history books and writing, so it must be true right?

In fact it gets so prominent a rumour that when King Alistair arrives in Kirkwall, he gets hears it. He hears there’s this rumour that his wife is actually a decoy.

However it’s so bizarre that he’s not even mad about it; in true Alistair, fashion he finds it absolutely bloody hilarious, especially when he hears the part Morrigan apparently being the apostate who is currently taking her place.

His genuine reaction is ‘ew no I’d die before I’d marry Morrigan but this is hilarious, I can’t wait to tell Amelia’

So he doesn’t even mention Amelia to the Champion of Kirkwall, Freya Hawke, and the group of people she calls friends to keep the rumour going but he knows that Anders and Isabela two of the group members being there at the time of the Blight and Anders actually being friends with his wife, know it’s ridiculous.

Hawke, being from Ferelden, doesn’t a hundred percent believe it but since it’s confused with the truth over the years, she does begin to doubt her thoughts about it, Anders has to reassure her that that the rumours aren’t true, he’s met the Queen, he was friends with her, she’s not a decoy or an apostate in disguise.

Alistair, of course, tells Amelia of this and although she tried to keep it serious, since she doesn’t like joking about the Archdemon since she still has nightmares about the whole thing, she will admit she finds it a little bit funny.

Eventually they have to release a statement when the rumour reaches Ferelden itself debunking the whole thing, basically saying ‘reports of my death have been greatly exaggerated’ and by Inquisition the rumours have been mostly forgotten.

but that doesn’t stop it becoming a running joke between the King and Queen of Ferelden.

But yeah whenever I hear mentions of the Grey Warden hero of fereldan being mentioned, I like to think it’s a ridiculous rumour that’s just simply spiralled out of control a little 😂

[yesiplaygamez]

My top 3 dragon age 2 romances

Anders with mage Hawke

Anders with warrior Hawke

Anders with rogue Hawke

[ugnetenie]

All is forgiven baby! Come on, get dressed. You're my date to the pep rally tonight!

[mozzawind]

You'll never takes us alive We swore that death will do us part They'll call our crimes a work of art You'll never takes us alive We'll live like spoiled royalty, lovers and partners Partners in crime

Anders & Olympia Hawke, my beloved crime-committing couple <333

[mass-effect-galaxy]

Dragon Age 2 - The Movie

This is the "Tale of the Champion" who came to Kirkwall as a poor refugee and rose to the rank of the Champion of Kirkwall - losing everything she had on that path.

[suck-on-a-fire-ball]

~ Please Love Me ~

oneshot pairing: Anders x f!Hawke x Anders TW: trauma, death, grief summary: Leandra Hawke followed Malcolm’s footsteps in hardening and toughening up their eldest to take over the family should anything happen. It led to a lack of affections, despite neither of them intending to treat their children differently, despite neither of them loving either of them more. With Anders and Justice in her life, though, Marian would never have to walk around thinking she was unloved ever again and they would fight to the end of their lives to prove their love to her… unlike Leandra had.

You can read it down below or on Ao3 if you want to leave a comment and kudos! :3 Ao3 link

Leandra Hawke followed Malcolm’s footsteps in hardening and toughening up their eldest to take over the family should anything happen. It led to a lack of affections, despite neither of them intending to treat their children differently, despite neither of them loving either of them more.

Every year around the time of Leandra’s death, Marian would spiral ever so slightly. Her ability to suppress her emotions was quite impressive, if one asked Anders and her friends, but there were hints at how she was feeling.

Most of Anders’ mornings with her were awkward encounters of her berating him with random facts on serial killers and various ways one could… dispose of bodies – a strange coping mechanism of hers was to remember that her mother was not the only victim of such atrocities.

He’d nod and smile through it before awkwardly excusing himself to the clinic, unaware that when he left, she’d crumble into a mess of tears.

Most of Anders’ evenings with her would be spent in pure silence as she pretended to read a book alongside of him. He’d work on his manifesto. She’d stare into the book, but not read a single word, which was evident from the way she never turned a page. His eyes would not be as focused on his own writing either, gaze consistently drifting to Hawke to keep an eye on her…

Once it turned too late for even Anders to keep his eyes open, he’d guide her to their bed, help her get dressed for the night and tuck her in.

He didn’t know what else to do to help. If he asked her about Leandra, she’d smile and say that she was alright and that she’d just planned a little walk up to the tree where they had spread her ashes, but her mind was not okay… it was obvious… but he couldn’t get her to tell him what it was.

He knew the cycle would end in a week, but that didn’t mean this was healthy…

Maker he just wanted to help – why had he fallen for the most stubborn woman in Thedas?

…

Toward the end of that week, Anders awoke in the middle of the night to Justice alerting him of something being wrong with Marian.

Worried beyond belief, as he knew Justice’s connection to the woman meant he had an inside look into Marian’s vitals, Anders shot up to a sitting position and looked to the side, already readying healing spells -

But all that had happened was that Marian had thrashed around a bit during her sleep and managed to shake off her three layers of blankets onto the floor. She even had moved the pillow off her head.

Rolling his eyes at the overprotective nature of their beloved spirit, Anders calmed himself and let go of his healing spells.

Knowing she couldn’t stay asleep this way, he opted to stand and gather the blankets, tucking her back in. She didn’t shift in the slightest, deep asleep, and as he crawled back onto the bed, he hesitated before covering her with the pillow once more. There, sleeping on her side as always, she looked so… peaceful.

So pretty.

He opted to, as creepy as it was, watch her sleep for just a minute, and reached out to her cheek to give her an affectionate touch –

…

A tiny Marian Hawke stirred awake from a touch to her cheek.

In their current home, there was little room for all of the Hawkes, and she knew that her mother slept on the bed right above where she was on the floor. So, the touch was most certainly her mother’s.

It was new. None of her parents were very affectionate.

Unsure of how to deal with it, but not wanting it to end, Marian reached out and grasped her mother’s fingers, opening her eyes to smile up at the warm good morning she had received –

But Leandra pried her fingers away and turned away, not accepting the loving gaze back.

Confused, Marian stared up at the bed, sitting up even to try and catch her mother’s eye, but Leandra avoided her.

She watched her mother offer her father the same affection, the two locking gazes and smiling at each other before the twins jumped up on the bed to interrupt. Laughter filled the tiny cabin, the twins receiving hugs and tickles…

Marian, smiling once more, saw an opening in how to receive attention and jumped up on the bed too. The only reaction she gained was her mother turning away to slide off the bed with the others. Left alone on the bed, Marian did nothing more but watch as her family started preparing breakfast, the twins running around happily to interrupt and receive gentle pats to their heads.

Affection.

Her parents were affectionate.

Just not to Marian.

Still on the bed, Marian, for the first time in her so far short life, felt deflated and numb, hanging her head as her eyes welled with tears.

“Marian.” Looking up, a spark of hope igniting in her heart, Marian found her mother watching her. She sniffled, shifting closer to the edge of the bed in a silent request for some emotional support and reached her hands up to her mother. Leandra moved over, Marian fisting parts of her dress to tug and ask for more; a hug, a pat on the head, anything – only to have Leandra remove Marian’s hands sternly.

Tears fell down her cheeks at that, her heart breaking and all hope gone.

“Go fetch some water from the well.”

Not knowing what else to do, Marian jumped down from the bed, continuing to silently cry as she moved past her family, not unseen. She stumbled to put her shoes on, too numb and upset to have proper control over her little body.

Bethany moved over and hugged her, which did nothing to help stop the tears. But Marian appreciated it, even if Bethany asked why she was crying, not aware of the special treatment the twins were getting.

Malcolm moved over and gently guided Bethany away. Marian waited by the door, wrongfully assuming that Malcolm would come back and ask Marian about her tears. All Malcolm did was distract Bethany with some toys before continuing to help Leandra prepare breakfast.

No one helped her.

No one cared.

Quietly, Marian moved out into the cold to fetch that damned water.

…

Her eyes shot open at the touch to her cheek. Anders let out an apologetic sigh, but didn’t shift his hand away. “I’m sorry, my love, I didn’t mean to wake you. Go back to sleep.” He tucked a stray strand of hair away from her face and smiled as her eyes searched for his gaze, locking onto it.

He didn’t look away. He didn’t regret his open affection. He didn’t turn away.

He stayed.

He matched the love in her eyes with his own love for her.

It was openly mutual, and she never had to question what he felt.

Keeping her eyes locked with his, she reached out to his pyjamas and fisted it tightly, pulling herself closer as her eyes welled up with tears.

He didn’t miss that, though, and was quick to pull her face back to double-check before she could hide against his chest.

Marian Hawke never cried.

“Marian-“ he gasped in shock. But instead of asking, he just pulled her close, curling around her as she started sobbing against him.

It broke his heart to hear her sobs… her pain…

“She didn’t love me.” The words didn’t come out as a complete sentence, words broken by sobs and gasps of air, but he had heard them.

Leandra.

A flash of anger reverberated through him. That wasn’t his emotion, though. That had been Justice, and he forced the spirit back down again.

“Stop,” Anders said through gritted teeth, before directing the word back down to Marian too, in a softer way. He remembered the various times Leandra had smiled lovingly at Marian, the times Leandra would tell grand stories of her daughter and the pure love and pride this woman felt towards Marian – but he remembered all of that being behind Marian’s back, not for the daughter to see or hear.

The only time Anders had ever heard Leandra say she was proud of what Marian had become to her daughter’s face… were the last words Leandra had said before passing away in Marian’s arms.

Only then had the woman had the courage to say it to Marian.

Whatever parenting strategy that was, Anders was very keen on never adapting it.

“That’s not true, my love.”

“She didn’t love me and I am trapped here, alive, sad about the void someone who didn’t even care about me left!”

“Hush,” Anders tried, but he couldn’t exactly fault her for her thoughts. Unless he hadn’t seen Leandra’s affection with his own eyes, he would have thought the same as Marian.

“You love me, right?” Marian asked, pulling away to look up at him.

Anders was flabbergasted by her question for only a few questions before quickly saying ‘yes!’.

“No one’s ever loved me before…”

Anders fought back tears of his own at that statement, and he pulled her back in against his chest, pressing kisses to the top of her head. In the morning, he would start telling her how each and every one of their silly, found family adored her – not for the actions she did for them, but for her personality, her silly wit, the inspiration she was to them… He would tell her how they loved her for her.

And he would say those things to her every blighted morning if he had to just to make her believe it for a split second.

He didn’t care.

She deserved to know.

Justice, not amused at having to stand back and watch, joined in by sending an aura of calmness through them, both relaxing into a dreamless sleep whilst holding onto each other.

Justice would remember to send a little bit of that calmness through their bond once every day to join in on Anders’ attempts to make her remember she was loved.

Even if all Justice wanted to do was punch someone for doing such a thing to Marian – he could deal with handling this in a calmer way.

Marian would never have to walk around thinking she was unloved ever again.

[everfairestar]

Harrowing ~ [AO3]

Mature || 34K+ (Ongoing) || Multi-Ship || Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Trauma, Slow Romance

CW: Rated M for violence, sexual humor, sexual themes, and referenced sexual assault. Additional warnings: PTSD type reactions, character death, swearing, and grief.

Summary:

Aria Hawke has kept her magic secret throughout her life in Lothering. Since the death of her father four years ago, she has been wracked with guilt and shame, which has been amplified by her family. Now, after the battle of Ostagar, she travels to Kirkwall, one of the most dangerous places in Thedas for an apostate mage. While there, she finds a sense of place and belonging, all while the world keeps crumbling down around her.

This multi-chapter fic follows Hawke's flight from Lothering through the events of the game, adding scenes and fleshing out dialogue.

Excerpt:

“Miss me, sister?” Carver asked wryly, and Hawke released the mana.

“Carver!” Leandra practically shrieked, running and throwing her arms around Carver’s neck.

“You made it.” Relief coloured Hawke’s tone.

“Of course I did.” Carver replied arrogantly, his eyes narrowing in anger.

“What’s going on?” Bethany asked sleepily from the doorway, rubbing the sleep from her hazel eyes. “Carver?”

It was all the warning he had before Bethany had wrapped herself around him as well. Leandra traced the lines of Carver’s face, checking him for wounds. Bethany snuggled into her twin’s chest, and his expression shifted from Hawke, softening. Hawke remained stock still, feeling like an intruder; as if it was she who had barreled through the door and not her brother. To disguise her feelings, she studied Carver. It had only been six months since he left to join the King’s army, and he still had the youthful boyish charm that had sent several village girls chasing after him. Dark hair cropped shorter than she remembered highlighted his high cheekbones. He was still her little brother, but there was something more hollowed out about him – as if what he had experienced in these past months had harrowed him. It was not so different than the expression that Hawke saw in her own expression since their father had died.

Thanks for reading! Reblogs are always appreciated <3

[wipbigbang]

Welcome to round three of art claims for WIPBB! We have 70 fics left for claiming, and you may claim up to four fics this round.

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Dragon Age #046 Title: The Kink In The Knot Pairing/Characters Female Mage Hawke / Anders   Rating: Explicit Warnings/Tags: D/s dynamics, sadomasochism, frank discussion of mental health issues including but not limited to depression / grief / self-harm / suicidal ideation Summary It's not as if either Anders or Vrenika Hawke don't already know how challenging their lives are. After all, it's a job-and-a-half just trying to get by as a pair of apostates in Kirkwall, a city that seems Void-bent against the survival of any mage that dares to exist within its walls. Yet somehow, here they are, positively throwing themselves in at the deep end trying to not just have a life, but a love life, and a KINKY love life at that. No one could ever accuse either of them of taking the easy way out, that's for sure. (This is a collection of twenty-two semi-independent but interconnected prompts that follow a tarot theme: one for each Major Arcana.)

[asirensrambles]

3 times someone read to Fenris + 1 time he did the same

Flufftober Day 5: Fenris/female Hawke x + 1 (can be a classic "5+1 things" [or any number you want] creation or literally a plus one for an event or really anything else you can think of) I could only come up with 3 scenarios, so that's what I went with!

@flufftober

1.

Fenris' ears burned, and he wanted nothing more than to bolt. However, that would have been rude, and Hawke had seemed so genuinely thrilled to present him with the book. Gathering his courage, Fenris risked looking up to meet her eyes. The pity, scorn, or disgust he was expecting to see was nowhere to be found. Instead, she looked thoughtful more than anything.

"Well, I guess we'll just have to teach you then. I could read the first chapter aloud, see if you like it?" Dumbstruck, Fenris could do nothing more than nod. He managed to settle into one of the seats in front of the fireplace as Hawke began the story.

2.

Although the reading lessons with Hawke were going well, Fenris still couldn't manage much more than children's stories. Reading over a job contract? Forget it. Unfortunately, Hawke was out at Sundermount helping Merrill with Maker knows what. It was with reluctant steps and near dragging feet that Fenris made his way into Aveline's office. As he entered, the Captain of the Guard looked up. Upon seeing Fenris, Aveline tilted her head ever so slightly in confusion. Usually, the elf avoided the city guard like the plague.

"I need a favor," Fenris blurted out. Being surrounded by so many armed enforcers had him on edge.

Aveline's eyebrows nearly shot off her face, but she quickly schooled her expression to a more neutral one. "I'll help if I can. What do you need."

Fenris crossed the room and shoved the contract onto the desk. Unable to meet her eyes, he glared at it, as though the document had personally offended him.

"This is a contract for a job I was approached for. I was wondering if...if there's any reason I shouldn't sign it."

The elf's inability to read was something that, while the group knew, was never really spoken of directly. Although Fenris couldn't see it, Aveline's expression softened in understanding.

"I'd be happy to look over it, see if they snuck anything in there that shouldn't be."

"........thank you."

3.

The Hanged Man was busier than normal this particular Friday. After being jostled one too many times, Fenris fled to Varric's quarters upstairs. Almost immediately, he felt himself relax as the impending possiblility of pain flaring across his skin faded away in the open space. To his surprise, Varric was actually in his quarters. While that in and of itself wasn't strange, it was strange on a Friday night. Curious as to what would have the usually social dwarf squirreled away from everyone, Fenris padded over.

"What are you doing?"

Varric nearly jumped out of his seat. "Maker's breath, Fenris! I'm gonna have to put a bell on you."

Fenris smirked. "You can try."

The dwarf just shook his head, before turning back to the pile of papers in front of him. "I'm trying to catch up on some business correspondence, but for some unfathomable reason, one of my partners decided to use Tevene." Varric held up the letter for Fenris to see.

While Hawke's lessons were paying off, trying to match the letters for Andrastian sounds with their Tevene counterparts sent his brain short-circuiting. "I never learned to read Tevene."

Varric squinted at him. "It's the same alphabet, I should be able to read it to you, and you can translate for me?"

Fenris shrugged. It wasn't like he had anything better to do with his night. "Sure."

+ 1.

Although it felt foolish, Anders assured him it would help. Apparently, there was a good chance Hawke could still hear him, even as she lay unconscious, recovering from the fight with the Arishok. Fenris reading to her would let her know she wasn't alone, give her mind something to focus on and claw it's way back to. While he was skeptical, Anders was obnoxiously knowledgeable about healing and the practice of medicine, so if he said it would help, Fenris was willing to try. So he picked up the book from the nightstand, opened it to the bookmark, and began to read. It was slow, sometimes stumbling going, but Fenris pressed on. A few days later, when a trembling hand brushed against his own, he knew it had been worth it.