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Corruption Bound: The Path Trodden Black by Ophelias
Fandoms: Dragon Age II, Dragon Age - All Media Types
29 Jun 2013
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The Chantry has fallen, and Anders is on the run. Templars want to capture and punish him. Sebastian would prefer to try and execute him. Kirkwall’s mages hope to rescue him. Fenris follows to offer him a clean death. Justice plots to use Anders as bait to lure a superior host. What’s the worst that could happen?
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Tumbleweeds by Ophelias
Fandoms: Dragon Age II, Dragon Age - All Media Types, Dragon Age (Video Games)
07 May 2013
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“You’re the one who conditioned me to want it twice a day,” Anders pressed. “Anything less, and you leave me aching. It’s painful.” Fenris responded with a cocked eyebrow, “I’m sure you’ll manage.”
“I’ll get a blanket.” Anders suggested, wrapping his arms around Fenris’ waist. Lowering his head level with stark white hair, Anders let his breath fall on a sensitive ear. “Come on. Tell me you don’t want it.”
Fenris released a resigned sigh. “If you can find a good place to stop along the way, I may yet make it up to you. Somewhere different. Interesting. Also comfortable.” Anders scanned the inhospitable landscape ahead, cracked earth interrupted by rocky outcroppings and sparse vegetation “You’re on,” he agreed.
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Echoes of Silence Past by Ophelias for pendency (ellnyx)
Fandoms: Dragon Age II, Dragon Age
05 Apr 2013
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Anders could feel Fenris’ eyes on him, an unwavering stare prickling his skin. Anders wanted to scratch that unholy itch until they both bled. If he wished to overrule the looming beast, he must find redemption between his elven shadow’s gaze and his own reflection in the water.
Between outcroppings of rock along the Minanter River's edge, Fenris sought words of persuasion. He must reach for reason and hope in a sky that stretched the length of Thedas before them. He wanted to make Anders cry and laugh and scream and beg, and all at once.
Fenris railed. “I hated Justice with every fiber of my soul. But without him to control your impulses, you are half a man.” Anders turned, defiant. “Or a man and a half, compared to you.”
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John’s fingers leave Sherlock’s hair and he settles back into his well-worn chair. Arousal is flooding Sherlock’s amygdala, lighting his nerves on fire, making his skin tingle and burn with need. He squirms a bit against the bite of the restraints.
John’s face darkens, grows stern. “Settle, you,” he rumbles warningly. He takes a sip of his tea. “Eyes on the floor.” He sets the tea down and picks up his paper.
Sherlock gazes at the floorboards, breathes out, stills his mind and waits. As the minutes tick by he finds himself slipping into the dreamy-yet-alert aura of subspace, his entire being subsumed, calmed by the simplicity of this, responsibility lifted from his shoulders, the only thing asked of him is to do exactly what John tells him to do.
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- Part 2 of Somatic Theory
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01 May 2014
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“Sherlock, I think you may be on to something.” John tightened his fingers in Sherlock’s hair. “I won’t hit you,” John said, radiating calm control as he pulled hard on the sensitive strands, making him gasp in pain and surprise. “But I’m thinking hitting isn’t the only way to give you what you want. You want sensory input? I can get--” he pulled Sherlock’s head up and leaned closer-- ”Very--” he pulled his hair even harder-- “creative,” he whispered, licking the delicate curve at the top of his ear.
Sherlock moaned, a throaty, desperate sound that sent a jolt of fire straight through John’s body. “Oh yes, John,” he breathed. "Yes, please.”
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- Part 1 of Somatic Theory
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