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Fandom: Dragon Age 2
Pairing: Isabela x Anders
Theme set: Gamma
Title: O Captain, My Captain
Rating: R
Warning[s]: Spoilers and language. Do I even need to warn about sex? Isabela is in the pairing. That's should be a dead giveaway that there's going to sex and LOTS of it.
01 / Ring
“It’s just a kitten, not a proposal!” she protests as she all but shoves the tiny ball of fur and feet into the healer’s arms.
02 / Hero
“I have had it with being the damsel in distress,” the mage grumbles as he passes a sour look at the bloody corpses of his captors; his White Knight shucks the last of his binds, throws him a saucy smile, and retorts, “Oh, but it so compliments your affinity for dresses-robes, I mean robes.”
03 / Memory
“Oh! Were you the runaway mage who could do that electricity thing? That was nice…”
04 / Box
“Think outside the box, Anders: I don’t have to like you to fuck you stupid, and right now,” He groans as she nips too hard at his lips, tugs too harshly on his hair, “I’m not exactly thrilled with you, so be a good boy and shut the hell up.”
05 / Run
She doesn’t know what to do, so she runs, leaves in the night after he’s fallen asleep; he’s grown fond of her and she has to distance herself else she get too involved.
06 / Hurricane
She is a tempest, in the bedroom and on the battlefield, just as harsh and strong as the winds that helped strand her in Kirkwall.
07 / Wings
He loves the way her fingernails dig into his scalp when he runs his tongue along the feathers inked into her freckled skin.
08 / Cold
“Tell me that you haven’t written anything like that about us,” Anders questions hastily; an unsettling chill curls in his gut at her responding scoff, “Of course not; the stuff about us is much kinkier.”
09 / Red
He’d bitten his nails to the quick again, the bloody proof smeared across the pages of the newest draft of his manifesto.
10 / Drink
“Justice tries to take over every time you have a pint and you don’t think that’s unhealthy?”
11 / Midnight
“I won’t recite you poetry or whisk you off to some midnight rendezvous, but…” he pauses; their eyes meet, uncertain, for one long moment and the offer is unspoken but understood, “Let me take care of you.”
12 / Temptation
“I just want you to know that while sometimes-well, more than sometimes-I would absolutely delight in pushing you overboard as punishment for being an intolerable ass, I remind myself that you were a Circle mage and cannot swim,” That’s almost a confession of love coming from her, “But you should also be aware that it is an urge that is very difficult to resist.”
13 / View
“Are you trying to learn how to swagger, too?” Merrill pips, having noticed the rather obvious fact that he can’t to tear his eyes from the pirate’s swaying hips, “Because I watch and watch but I just can’t seem to get it right."
14 / Music
“Minstrels will not be singing the tales of “The Great Slattern and the Terrorist” any time soon, I can tell you that right now.”
15 / Silk
“I think I need a bath; do you think I need a bath?” The thought of all that silky caramel skin slick with lukewarm water, bubbles caressing the tight muscles of her back…the words exit his mouth before his brain can catch up, “Yes, definitely yes; bath sounds good.”
16 / Cover
She didn’t hear him coming, didn’t notice the shine of the blade as it arced to plunge into her spine until she turned at the call of her name; she pokes her head past the now quite frozen assassin only to see the ex-Grey Warden nod at her purposefully, “I’ve got your back.”
17 / Promise
It’s almost endearing, he notes, the way she so nonchalantly threatens to break his legs if he doesn’t vow to do everything he can in order to oust Justice, declaring that she would be severely put out if he were to return a bloodthirsty abomination.
18 / Dream
“You know, I remember this one time when you weren’t raving on about the mages’ plight and just bent over when I told you to…then I woke up,” Isabela heaves a great sigh, too focused on moping to bother with Anders’ reaction, “It was a sad, sad day.”
19 / Candle
“I really don’t think wax is supposed to go there-!” He cries out as the drops hit his skin, eyes darting back to glare at the candle in his lover’s grasp just long enough to realize, “That’s-Andraste’s tits, you stole that from the Chantry!”
20 / Talent
“Your penchant for vulgarity never ceases to amaze me,” he chuckles affectionately as the sailor spews a trail of curses foul enough to curdle milk.
21 / Silence
Anders has prepared himself for death, for hatred, but nothing hurts more than the loss of her conversation, her quick-witted quips now replaced with an overbearing reticence.
22 / Journey
Anders spends the majority of the voyage to Tevinter tangled in the furs of Isabela’s locked cabin; the barmy captain had decided that she thought it best to try “exorcising Justice with a bit of exercise."
23 / Fire
“You’re playing with fire, Rivaini, and I’d sure hate to see you get burned.”
24 / Strength
“Ugh,” she gurgles in frustration at her tears and, more importantly, the man who wipes them away for her, “I don’t do weakness…”
25 / Mask
“I always knew you had a heart of gold,” he grins, and she just punches him on the shoulder, her mask of absolutely unshakable confidence slipping for a moment as she beams back, “Shh, don’t tell anyone!”
26 / Ice
No matter how hard she tries, she can’t get him out of her head, but she has to because it’s just too risky to get this close to someone again; her eyes are frozen and her words empty as she casts her net, grabbing hold of the nearest able-bodied patron of the Hanged Man and spends the rest of a long, drunken night screwing away the memory of his touch, his tired smile, his gentle words.
27 / Fall
They did not so much fall as they did sink into love; the quicksand dragged them deeper and deeper before they finally realized it was too late to struggle.
28 / Forgotten
“Don’t worry about it; the past is the past,” she jibes, effectively stifling his apology, “though I was rather sloshed last night so I don’t really remember if there is a reason for you to be sorry…”
29 / Dance
Comfort arrives in the form of calloused fingertips to sweep along her spine as the two fugitives rock softly to the rhythm of the waves.
30 / Body
She ignores it for a time: the short-well, shorter-temper, the loss of appetite, that whole glowing thing, but when he almost slays that frightened little mage girl it hits her that if she continues to do nothing it will only be a matter of time before he’s nothing but a husk, the soulless puppet of a demon.
31 / Sacred
She feels guilty as she watches the Chantry come crashing down, immediately recalling in a haze of smoke and screams her and Anders’ previous discussion about justice; sometimes she really hates being right.
32 / Farewells
“I…I-” She grunts in frustration and presses her lips to his, the kiss pouring into him everything she wants to say but can’t until it seeps down through his chest and into his heart; when she pulls away he meets her gaze with his secret smile and mutters, “I know.”
33 / World
“I have traveled to the ends of Thedas and back and I can safely say that you are the most infuriating man I have ever met!”
34 / Formal
It was mortifying enough to overhear Hawke remarking, “Maker, he calls you “Captain” in bed?” but any semblance of dignity was effectively destroyed at the sound of Isabela’s reply, “The bed, the floor, the Chantry…it’s not exclusive.”
35 / Fever
“Calling Doctor Anders,” a sultry voice and a sneaky hand greet him in his clinic afterhours, “I have this positively awful fever and was so hoping that you had a…cure.”
36 / Laugh
She knows he hates the way she flirts with, well, anything with a pulse; every time she notices that telltale expression fall into place, she just leans into him and giggles, “I just love it when you’re jealous.”
37 / Lies
She’d be bullshitting herself if she said she didn’t care for him in some way or another, but that’s okay; Isabela is a woman well-acquainted with denial.
38 / Forever
“Don’t you dare die on me, don’t you even dare,” are the first words he receives when he comes careening back from the edge of the Void, “you don’t get to die thinking what you did was right; you are going to know it was wrong and you are going to have to live with it for the rest of your life.”
39 / Overwhelmed
The tongue down his throat alone is nearly too much for him to handle after such a long dry spell; the questing fingers snaking into his trousers, however, are the final straw and he finds himself mentally willing his cockblocking conscience into complacency.
40 / Whisper
It’s when his vision begins to falter and that fuzzy feeling nags at the back of his skull that he vaguely registers the soft growl in his ear, “Back off, chaperone; he’s mine.”
41 / Wait
“Three years,” he breathes against her lips, their foreheads bumping together as they try to regain control of their breathing, “I’ve lain awake, aching for you for three years; I can’t wait any longer.”
42 / Talk
“He’s getting worse, Hawke,” Isabela sighs over her pint, the very image of distress: shoulders slumped, eyes unfocused and wet, “He’s getting worse and I don’t know what to do.”
43 / Search
“I don’t know where I stop and Justice begins,” he murmurs one evening, immediately feeling weak and idiotic once the statement worms its way out of his throat, but she gives him this look, one that he simply cannot place and she answers, “Then I’ll just have to look harder.”
44 / Hope
Odd though it may sound, there are days when she wishes she were the kind of girl he would bring flowers and serenade (she snorts at the ensuing mental image), but those are just idle fancies that a woman of her caliber cannot afford to entertain.
45 / Eclipse
“She is a distraction, Anders,” an unearthly voice weaves through his thoughts; he recognizes it as Justice making the effort to take control, the small spark behind his eyes the warning sign that the spirit will soon eclipse his mind, “she will endanger the mission!”
46 / Gravity
Anders grows increasingly aware that his gaze no longer automatically glues itself to her bottom; it instead drifts to the way her eyes shine when she truly smiles or how her nose wrinkles whenever she is about to say something filthy, and it is then that the full gravity of the situation finally hits him: shit, he’s fallen for her.
47 / Highway
“I don’t make a point to be on top just to be in control-” He jerks in response to the enticing wriggle of her hips, a dangerous habit of hers that apparently helps her think, “-the view just so happens to be superb.”
48 / Unknown
“Just let me know when you two decide to stop fussing and are ready to fuck it out like big boys,” Isabela announces, blatantly ignoring the awkward splutters choking out from the prince and the apostate, “I’d be more than willing to referee.”
49 / Lock
It was just supposed to be a quick tumble, a way to ruffle the feathers of that prude bouncing about in Anders’ head, but he was beginning to make her…feel things-things she hadn’t felt in a long time, things she was perfectly content keeping locked away and untouchable.
50 / Breathe
And suddenly he is no longer in the Fade, no longer face to face with the twisted distortion of what had once been his dear friend; now he sits in the company of his very corporeal, very concerned companions and a single gasping question shudders from his body as he remembers how to breathe, “Did it work?”
Fandom: Dragon Age 2
Pairing: Isabela x Anders
Theme set: Gamma
Title: O Captain, My Captain
Rating: R
Warning[s]: Spoilers and language. Do I even need to warn about sex? Isabela is in the pairing. That's should be a dead giveaway that there's going to sex and LOTS of it.
01 / Ring
“It’s just a kitten, not a proposal!” she protests as she all but shoves the tiny ball of fur and feet into the healer’s arms.
02 / Hero
“I have had it with being the damsel in distress,” the mage grumbles as he passes a sour look at the bloody corpses of his captors; his White Knight shucks the last of his binds, throws him a saucy smile, and retorts, “Oh, but it so compliments your affinity for dresses-robes, I mean robes.”
03 / Memory
“Oh! Were you the runaway mage who could do that electricity thing? That was nice…”
04 / Box
“Think outside the box, Anders: I don’t have to like you to fuck you stupid, and right now,” He groans as she nips too hard at his lips, tugs too harshly on his hair, “I’m not exactly thrilled with you, so be a good boy and shut the hell up.”
05 / Run
She doesn’t know what to do, so she runs, leaves in the night after he’s fallen asleep; he’s grown fond of her and she has to distance herself else she get too involved.
06 / Hurricane
She is a tempest, in the bedroom and on the battlefield, just as harsh and strong as the winds that helped strand her in Kirkwall.
07 / Wings
He loves the way her fingernails dig into his scalp when he runs his tongue along the feathers inked into her freckled skin.
08 / Cold
“Tell me that you haven’t written anything like that about us,” Anders questions hastily; an unsettling chill curls in his gut at her responding scoff, “Of course not; the stuff about us is much kinkier.”
09 / Red
He’d bitten his nails to the quick again, the bloody proof smeared across the pages of the newest draft of his manifesto.
10 / Drink
“Justice tries to take over every time you have a pint and you don’t think that’s unhealthy?”
11 / Midnight
“I won’t recite you poetry or whisk you off to some midnight rendezvous, but…” he pauses; their eyes meet, uncertain, for one long moment and the offer is unspoken but understood, “Let me take care of you.”
12 / Temptation
“I just want you to know that while sometimes-well, more than sometimes-I would absolutely delight in pushing you overboard as punishment for being an intolerable ass, I remind myself that you were a Circle mage and cannot swim,” That’s almost a confession of love coming from her, “But you should also be aware that it is an urge that is very difficult to resist.”
13 / View
“Are you trying to learn how to swagger, too?” Merrill pips, having noticed the rather obvious fact that he can’t to tear his eyes from the pirate’s swaying hips, “Because I watch and watch but I just can’t seem to get it right."
14 / Music
“Minstrels will not be singing the tales of “The Great Slattern and the Terrorist” any time soon, I can tell you that right now.”
15 / Silk
“I think I need a bath; do you think I need a bath?” The thought of all that silky caramel skin slick with lukewarm water, bubbles caressing the tight muscles of her back…the words exit his mouth before his brain can catch up, “Yes, definitely yes; bath sounds good.”
16 / Cover
She didn’t hear him coming, didn’t notice the shine of the blade as it arced to plunge into her spine until she turned at the call of her name; she pokes her head past the now quite frozen assassin only to see the ex-Grey Warden nod at her purposefully, “I’ve got your back.”
17 / Promise
It’s almost endearing, he notes, the way she so nonchalantly threatens to break his legs if he doesn’t vow to do everything he can in order to oust Justice, declaring that she would be severely put out if he were to return a bloodthirsty abomination.
18 / Dream
“You know, I remember this one time when you weren’t raving on about the mages’ plight and just bent over when I told you to…then I woke up,” Isabela heaves a great sigh, too focused on moping to bother with Anders’ reaction, “It was a sad, sad day.”
19 / Candle
“I really don’t think wax is supposed to go there-!” He cries out as the drops hit his skin, eyes darting back to glare at the candle in his lover’s grasp just long enough to realize, “That’s-Andraste’s tits, you stole that from the Chantry!”
20 / Talent
“Your penchant for vulgarity never ceases to amaze me,” he chuckles affectionately as the sailor spews a trail of curses foul enough to curdle milk.
21 / Silence
Anders has prepared himself for death, for hatred, but nothing hurts more than the loss of her conversation, her quick-witted quips now replaced with an overbearing reticence.
22 / Journey
Anders spends the majority of the voyage to Tevinter tangled in the furs of Isabela’s locked cabin; the barmy captain had decided that she thought it best to try “exorcising Justice with a bit of exercise."
23 / Fire
“You’re playing with fire, Rivaini, and I’d sure hate to see you get burned.”
24 / Strength
“Ugh,” she gurgles in frustration at her tears and, more importantly, the man who wipes them away for her, “I don’t do weakness…”
25 / Mask
“I always knew you had a heart of gold,” he grins, and she just punches him on the shoulder, her mask of absolutely unshakable confidence slipping for a moment as she beams back, “Shh, don’t tell anyone!”
26 / Ice
No matter how hard she tries, she can’t get him out of her head, but she has to because it’s just too risky to get this close to someone again; her eyes are frozen and her words empty as she casts her net, grabbing hold of the nearest able-bodied patron of the Hanged Man and spends the rest of a long, drunken night screwing away the memory of his touch, his tired smile, his gentle words.
27 / Fall
They did not so much fall as they did sink into love; the quicksand dragged them deeper and deeper before they finally realized it was too late to struggle.
28 / Forgotten
“Don’t worry about it; the past is the past,” she jibes, effectively stifling his apology, “though I was rather sloshed last night so I don’t really remember if there is a reason for you to be sorry…”
29 / Dance
Comfort arrives in the form of calloused fingertips to sweep along her spine as the two fugitives rock softly to the rhythm of the waves.
30 / Body
She ignores it for a time: the short-well, shorter-temper, the loss of appetite, that whole glowing thing, but when he almost slays that frightened little mage girl it hits her that if she continues to do nothing it will only be a matter of time before he’s nothing but a husk, the soulless puppet of a demon.
31 / Sacred
She feels guilty as she watches the Chantry come crashing down, immediately recalling in a haze of smoke and screams her and Anders’ previous discussion about justice; sometimes she really hates being right.
32 / Farewells
“I…I-” She grunts in frustration and presses her lips to his, the kiss pouring into him everything she wants to say but can’t until it seeps down through his chest and into his heart; when she pulls away he meets her gaze with his secret smile and mutters, “I know.”
33 / World
“I have traveled to the ends of Thedas and back and I can safely say that you are the most infuriating man I have ever met!”
34 / Formal
It was mortifying enough to overhear Hawke remarking, “Maker, he calls you “Captain” in bed?” but any semblance of dignity was effectively destroyed at the sound of Isabela’s reply, “The bed, the floor, the Chantry…it’s not exclusive.”
35 / Fever
“Calling Doctor Anders,” a sultry voice and a sneaky hand greet him in his clinic afterhours, “I have this positively awful fever and was so hoping that you had a…cure.”
36 / Laugh
She knows he hates the way she flirts with, well, anything with a pulse; every time she notices that telltale expression fall into place, she just leans into him and giggles, “I just love it when you’re jealous.”
37 / Lies
She’d be bullshitting herself if she said she didn’t care for him in some way or another, but that’s okay; Isabela is a woman well-acquainted with denial.
38 / Forever
“Don’t you dare die on me, don’t you even dare,” are the first words he receives when he comes careening back from the edge of the Void, “you don’t get to die thinking what you did was right; you are going to know it was wrong and you are going to have to live with it for the rest of your life.”
39 / Overwhelmed
The tongue down his throat alone is nearly too much for him to handle after such a long dry spell; the questing fingers snaking into his trousers, however, are the final straw and he finds himself mentally willing his cockblocking conscience into complacency.
40 / Whisper
It’s when his vision begins to falter and that fuzzy feeling nags at the back of his skull that he vaguely registers the soft growl in his ear, “Back off, chaperone; he’s mine.”
41 / Wait
“Three years,” he breathes against her lips, their foreheads bumping together as they try to regain control of their breathing, “I’ve lain awake, aching for you for three years; I can’t wait any longer.”
42 / Talk
“He’s getting worse, Hawke,” Isabela sighs over her pint, the very image of distress: shoulders slumped, eyes unfocused and wet, “He’s getting worse and I don’t know what to do.”
43 / Search
“I don’t know where I stop and Justice begins,” he murmurs one evening, immediately feeling weak and idiotic once the statement worms its way out of his throat, but she gives him this look, one that he simply cannot place and she answers, “Then I’ll just have to look harder.”
44 / Hope
Odd though it may sound, there are days when she wishes she were the kind of girl he would bring flowers and serenade (she snorts at the ensuing mental image), but those are just idle fancies that a woman of her caliber cannot afford to entertain.
45 / Eclipse
“She is a distraction, Anders,” an unearthly voice weaves through his thoughts; he recognizes it as Justice making the effort to take control, the small spark behind his eyes the warning sign that the spirit will soon eclipse his mind, “she will endanger the mission!”
46 / Gravity
Anders grows increasingly aware that his gaze no longer automatically glues itself to her bottom; it instead drifts to the way her eyes shine when she truly smiles or how her nose wrinkles whenever she is about to say something filthy, and it is then that the full gravity of the situation finally hits him: shit, he’s fallen for her.
47 / Highway
“I don’t make a point to be on top just to be in control-” He jerks in response to the enticing wriggle of her hips, a dangerous habit of hers that apparently helps her think, “-the view just so happens to be superb.”
48 / Unknown
“Just let me know when you two decide to stop fussing and are ready to fuck it out like big boys,” Isabela announces, blatantly ignoring the awkward splutters choking out from the prince and the apostate, “I’d be more than willing to referee.”
49 / Lock
It was just supposed to be a quick tumble, a way to ruffle the feathers of that prude bouncing about in Anders’ head, but he was beginning to make her…feel things-things she hadn’t felt in a long time, things she was perfectly content keeping locked away and untouchable.
50 / Breathe
And suddenly he is no longer in the Fade, no longer face to face with the twisted distortion of what had once been his dear friend; now he sits in the company of his very corporeal, very concerned companions and a single gasping question shudders from his body as he remembers how to breathe, “Did it work?”