Alright, so this spazzattack is what Tori, my love, calls "Tori's Two Cents" on this story xD You will find it at the beginning of every chapter, so I have chapters one and two here :)
Chapter One- "Okay so, what happens when two people who love Dragon Age and Harry Potter start talking at midnight? This."
Chapter Two: "For all of you who don't know, in DA2 Anders mentions (if you're a boy) that he was in a romantic relationship with Karl. On a completely unrelated topic, I don't like Karl. Also, Anders in this is DA:A Anders mixed with DA2 Anders. All of the angst with more of the sarcastic charming wit!"
Chapter Two: The T-Shirt Thief
Alex Hawke stumbled out of bed early on Monday morning, glad that it was finally summer. She ran a hand through her reddish bedhead, dark eyes half shut with sleep against the bright morning sun. The sixteen year old adjusted her tank top and prepared herself for the day, vaguely recalling the silver haired elf boy that was sleeping in the bedroom next to hers. Well, he seemed like an early riser. Better go feed the Fenris, she thought to herself, chuckling a bit at the memory of how she had tricked him into coming home with her by saying she needed him to take a look at something for her.
He was sitting at the kitchen counter, his pale hair sticking up adorably. Fenris looked at her as he heard her enter and blushed at the sight of her in her pajama shirt and shorts set, and she poured him some Fruit Loops while his eyes trailed her. She grinned, bowl in hand and she sat on the counter with a carton of milk.
"Dry or wet?" She poked him teasingly, and he made a distinctly un-amused face as he took the bowl of dry cereal. She pouted and was in the process of muttering something to the effect that he was no fun at all when another person sauntered into the room, his sandy hair looking like he had just been, well, doing his favorite recreational team activity. His brown eyes were bright and lively as he calmly poured himself a cup of coffee and the two people at the counter gawked in surprise.
"Anders?" Hawke's jaw dropped, and Fenris choked a little on his colorful cereal. "When did you get here?" She cried in dismay, and her rage increased when she saw the pink t-shirt that had been in her closet last night now stretched across his broad chest. The black letters read: I'll show you mine if you show me yours, and then he spun to the back so that Fenris could read the words I meant my wand, you perv! At this point, Fenris began full on choking, and Hawke rushed to get him a glass of water as his coughs died down. "Anders, why are you wearing my t-shirt?" she asked in exasperation.
"In order of questions asked, yes, it is I. Secondly, I got here last night. Your parents told me my room was already set up, and I wanted something nice to sleep in, so I stole one of your t-shirts. I like this one," Anders twirled a little more as Hawke facepalmed. After he was done spinning, he walked over to the coffee machine and got himself a mug, already knowing exactly where it was, as he well should due to the amount of summers he had spent at the Hawke household.
"Fantastic," muttered Fenris dryly, right as Carver stepped in with Bethany, their reactions very different.
"What the hell?" exclaimed the dark haired sibling of Hogwarts' favorite strawberry, while Bethany blushed a deep red at the sight of her long time crush. Anders gave a calm wave to Carver and blew a kiss at Bethany, who turned even brighter crimson.
"What indeed? You should probably read the back of the t-shirt before commenting," Anders remarked, looping an arm around an increasingly frazzled Hawke. She sighed and just let him be, knowing that trying to get rid of him would be like giving Ser Pounce-a-Lot a nice, long bath.
"Don't you have somewhere else to go? Why don't you go see Karl?" Hawke complained, mentioning Anders' long time boyfriend.
"Karl couldn't handle me, so I wanted some of my lovely Hawke! I think he was envious of Ser Pounce-a-Lot," Anders sniffed affectedly, while Carver sniggered at the blonde's misfortune and Fenris seemed to be trying to cut Anders' arm off with his eyes.
"That Hawke over there seems to want your attention, we all know you're here for him anyway," Alex gestured to her brother, who abruptly stopped his laughter.
"Yes, Strawberry, dear. I have such a penchant for squibs who are arses to their sisters' important friends just because he's jealous!"
"I heard you, you blond prat of a wizard!" Carver shouted, fists clenched.
"Nobody cares what you think, SQUIB!" shot back Anders, and Ser Pounce-a-Lot calmly pranced between them, having wriggled out of Anders' knapsack. He paused in the middle and meowed his displeasure while the boys stood at a standstill, and Alex looked back and forth, mildly distressed. This was going to another long summer.
~OoOoO~
Alex was finally getting a chance to relax after pulling Carver, Anders, and Fenris off each other's throats when the door swung open. Anders was there in his gray sweatpants that the young wizard swore he had purchased the first summer they spent together, but they *ahem* magically seemed to be growing along with him. She could tell right away that something was wrong with her friend, the way his russet eyes were serious and his mouth was pulled tight. Without asking (Anders would rather sleep with Fenris than ask permission to cuddle with Alex, for fear she might say no), Anders climbed into bed with her and casually picked up her book form the bedside table, before making it obvious he wanted to borrow it.
"You know, Anders, most people ask when they would like to borrow something," muttered the girl crankily as he made himself comfortable.
"But that would imply that I was just like other people to you," he whined in return, knowing that it would rile her up.
"Well, even special people sleep on the floor. C'mon, out, unless you have something important to say." Anders rolled over to look at her and gave her the "you kicked my kitten" look, and she caved, eyes rolling skyward. "Yes, Anders?"
"Well, you see… Karl and I, you know, we aren't really… together, anymore. But, the truth is, I— He broke up with me, alright! And I don't know why, and I can't figure out what I did, and he was a real bastard about it, and then I found out he'd been cheating on me with some prat named Fabio from New York City that was modeling in a show here! You think I could be a model, don't you Hawke? You think that I could be pretty like Fabio, don't you?" He cried in dismay, and Hawke patted his head awkwardly.
"Now, there, there, Anders. Your name is so much better than Fabio. I would never be able to take you seriously (ish) if your name was that ridiculous. You are… pretty, for a boy I guess. I'm sure Fabio is jealous of how attractive you are, and Karl wanted someone more in his league, since you were too good for him," she comforted, knowing exactly what the blond would want to hear. He grinned and snuggled her more closely, and she sighed in a sort of resigned consent.
Eventually, the blond got warm while snuggling with his strawberry and wriggled off his shirt, and she looked away. Taking advantage of the situation, Anders pulled her into a bear hug, and she gave a little squeal. Looking at him resentfully, Alex tried to wriggle out from her friend's tight grip, but she couldn't seem to even move. She could feel his toned muscles up against her and she blushed heavily, turning as red as her hair.
"Anders, get off me."
"Technically," Anders pointed out with a sly smile, "you are the one on top of me, dear strawberry."
"You're so abs- obnoxious," Alex sputtered, unable to keep her focus off his flat stomach. He noticed and tightened his grip, and her already short breath grew shorter.
"Abs? Is that what you said? Do you like them, Alex?" He whispered in her ear, and she shivered. "Cold, are we?"
"I could care less about your abs," she lied. "And, no, I am abs- absolutely alright. Dammit Anders!" She tried to wriggle out again as she made another accidental pun, and Anders rumbled with laughter against her. However, as she clawed at his back, she felt ruined skin. Like… Scars? "Anders, what are—"
Before she could ask, he had laid her on her back and was over her, grinning like the Cheshire Cat. Alex was hardly breathing as he sat back and laughed, and she felt the blood rush to her face as she realized he was only messing around. Anders, on the other hand, was flushed with laughter.
"Haha! I knew you were attracted to me! I knew it!" Ander cried triumphantly, and Alex folded her arms and stuck out her tongue.
"I am most certainly not attracted to you! And what are those scars on your back?" She demanded, moving around him before he could react. She ran her fingers over the long, lateral scar tissue, and he jerked away from her touch.
"Some girls like it rough," he quipped half-heartedly, but Alex wasn't buying it.
"How is it that you spell the word 'Bullshit' again?"
"Um, I think it's spelled A-L-E-X."
"Really?" Alex shot back, cheeks still flaming fluorescent pink. "I was pretty sure that it was spelled A-N-D-E-R-S."
"Never seen that spelling before," Anders said calmly, braiding a bit of Alex's hair. She snatched the strand back, eyes narrow.
"Really? Because I've been seeing it all the time, as of late."
"Funny, that," Anders blew it off, but Alex wasn't giving up that easily.
"How did you get those scars, Anders?" She asked, trying hard to keep her voice steady.
"I don't know. Why won't you admit that you're attracted to me?"
"I asked you first!" She exclaimed childishly, shaking him by the shoulders. He gently removed her hands and swung her up bridal-style, eyes alight with mischief, but also masking something else. Fear?
"And my question is more important," he said flatly, then rocked her in his arms until she fell asleep there, and he breathed deeply before falling into a fitful slumber next to her.
~OoOoO~
Carver stumbled into his sister's room the next morning to tell her that her gypsy friend and company were here, and was dismayed to see the sandy haired wizard wrapped around Alex in the bed. She had her head on his chest, arms around his neck. Carver turned red with rage from chin to hairline, and his fists shook as he stepped into the room.
"The hell, Anders?" The brunette screamed at the sleeping boy, who irritably leaned over Alex and turned on the light. "What do you think you're doing?"
"What, turning on the light or sleeping with your sister?" Anders said ambiguously, and Carver took another livid step towards him, fists clenched. "Oh, no, no, silly boy. Wouldn't want to wake your dear sister, now would we?"
Fenris heard Carver's somewhat high pitched cry from the other room and rubbed his bright eyes crossly. He swung his legs over the side of the bed and stretched, already knowing that it would probably be a common sort of wakeup call as long as that stupid cat-lover was there. The odd thing was, it seemed to be coming from… Alex's room? Fenris stalked out the door and saw that Alex's white door was indeed open, and in it stood an enraged Carver. The elf was about to ask what was going on when he saw. Anders was calmly lying in Hawke's bed as though he belonged there, and Fenris felt himself get angry too. Just what was this?
It was at that moment that, of course, Isabela came in and frowned, arms crossed. Fenris looked at her quizzically, normally she would be cheering this sort of thing on. The other visitors followed in behind her, Merrill looking thoroughly confused while Sebastian stared in abstract horror at the two. Tapping her foot, she looked crabbily at Anders and sighed, putting a hand to her forehead.
"Dammit, Blondie! I bet against Dean Thomas that she wouldn't put out until Christmas!" cried the gypsy, gold earrings swinging as she shook her head. Anders grinned triumphantly, and by accident he knocked Alex lightly in the shoulder. She woke up, stretched, saw the scene before her, and fell out of bed. Oh, great, she thought to herself, just as Anders began chuckling.
