Disclaimer: This is just a conglomeration of a bunch of drabbles I did based off of a F!Templar and Anders with prompts. Most of them are unrelated and some even unfinished. Enjoy : )

Legal Stuff: I don't own :D Valera and Sanya are my own OC's.

~Amaranthine

"Er… I didn't do it." Anders said, sounding slightly unsure of himself, as if he wasn't sure on how much the little party had seen.

Valera stared on in shock. No matter what, she could not seem to get away from this man. It was as if the Maker himself kept bringing them together. And always, under terrible circumstances. Putting on her 'templar' face and posture, she crossed her arms and leaned her hips to the side. "Anderfel." She said acknowledging the apostate, a small smile forming against her will.

Honestly, she had thought that she'd never see the silly, orange haired apostate again. A soft spot had grown for him when he had healed her from her last capture. He had sat with Val and pet her hair softly, whispering soothing words of comfort while she had cried over the death of her sister. The feeling she had felt for the 'dangerous' apostate back then reblossomed in her chest. As if his presence had given that small seed of affection a long drink of water.

The Warden Commander gave her a sideways glance. He seemed to be checking to see what she, a templar, would do with the appearance of an apostate. Not mention an apostate who more then likely murdered a group of templar's in cold blood.

"Ah Val!" Anders raised a hand in greeting to her. His lips lifted into a roguish smile that he seemed to have reserved only for her. It half annoyed her and half made her heart beat a little faster. "I would say, surprised to see you, but that would be a lie. How's your nephew doing? Well I hope?"

Val gave up on being serious with him and pinched the bridge of her nose in exasperation. How Anders had always acted so casually with her had always been a pet peeve of hers. It was hard to be intimidating to other apostates when he was so comfortable and friendly with her. "Jaymes is doing well thank you. Now Anderfel, please tell me what you're doing here?"

"Ah yes!" Shaking out his hands, as if his previous fire spell lingered on his fingers, he looked back at the dead templars and then back to the little party. "These uh, templars here had captured me and where in the process of returning me to The Circle when the darkspawn showed up. Took out the lot of them. Don't get me wrong! I'm not too broken up about it! Haha!" He motioned to one of fallen templars. "Biff there made the funniest noise when he went down."

Val shook her head, while the Warden Commander looked at the apostate like he was crazy. Warden Commander leaned in to whisper to her. "Is he-?"

"Always." Val confirmed.

"Anders!" The Knight Commander exclaimed rushing up next to the group suddenly. "You are going BACK to the Circle! Even if I have to drag you there myself!"

"Yes yes!" Anders put out his wrists. A well practiced motion. "Lock me up, whatever you want. Take me back to The Circle, I'll just break out again."

The Knight Commander seemed slightly surprised. Anders wasn't usually one to give up easy. Val hoped it was because she was there. She had made a promise not to capture the apostate anymore and if the Knight Commander told her to capture him, she'd have no choice but to comply. "Not this time you wont! I'm going to have you hanged!"

Val's heart dropped through her stomach. Hanged!? She couldn't let the silly apostate, that was the current object of her affections get hanged! Squeezing her eyes shut, she tried to think of a quick plan to save her apostate. A sudden light bulb popped over her head as an idea hit her.

Anders looked at her curiously, "Oh hey Val what is that thing above your hea-!?"

"OH ANDERS!" Val shouted dramatically, launching herself into his arms. Amber eyes widened in disbelief as Val laced her fingers through his orange, sunshine strands. She rubbed sensuously on his toned, firm body as his arms automatically, wrapped themselves around her. "You're not allowed to go die before I do this." She purred, tilting his head down to capture his mouth with her own.

Their mouths locked and Anders kissed her back with force and passion. Val felt herself swept away by the taste of him. He tasted of elfroot and a slight hint of lyrium. The experienced tongue that tangled with her own was assisting in making her feel light headed along with her nervousness. Strong arms, too strong for a mage, held her tightly to his hard; and getting harder, body. And calloused hands; from all the years of carrying a staff, swiftly slid up her bare thighs, under her plate skirt, and gave her bottom a firm squeeze.

"Anders!" Val half scolded, half moaned in his mouth, before it was swiftly reclaimed. Anders chuckled lightly before he took control of the kiss at once. Molding himself to her and threading his fingers through her hair, he held their mouths locked. Leaving hardly space for a breath. She felt her eyes slip closed, enjoying the sensation of another mouth on her own.

"Erm." The Warden Commander coughed politely, purposely avoiding looking at the 'almost-having-sex-with-their-clothes-on' couple. "I would like to invoke the Right of Conscription, to make Anders a Grey Warden."

"What!?" The Knight Commander looked at the Warden Commander like he had lost his mind. "That man is a dangerous apostate!"

Their voices fell into the background as Val let herself relax into Anders hold. The kisses and touches had slowed into something less lustful, and more affectionate. Cradling her now, instead of crushing her to him with need. He was softly stroking the exposed skin of her lower back with a thumb.

"You tricky thing." Anders whispered on her lips, brushing them between each word. His voice was so low that the arguing pair wouldn't have heard him. "You did that so the Warden Commander had some time to think about conscripting me."

"Ask me no questions, I'll tell you no lies." Val whispered back, her hot breath fanning his face. "Besides, I hear no complaints." Smirking she brushed against a rather sensitive piece of his anatomy; one that was currently demanding her attention.

Hissing under his breath, Anders molded her to him again, his free hand stroking down her cheek, to her neck and finally over her breast. Her breath hitched before he caught her mouth in one last searing kiss. "This isn't over." He promised before releasing her and walking toward the Warden Commander; as if nothing happened.

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~Reminiscing

Anders was a lucky man.

Softly, he brushed away the black trimmed bangs from the small, cherub face. Val mumbled something unintelligible in her sleep, her hand coming up to swat at the pestering object near her face.

Anders gave the woman a fond smile. She may have been a templar, everything he stood against, but he could no longer deny his attraction to her.

Though she had captured him many times and returned him to The Circle, she had never been cruel to him. Always making sure he was well feed and at least moderately comfortable, his chains not too tight, his shoes on the right feet, his clothing clean. She had never whipped and beat him like many of the templars at The Circle. Instead she had lain a careful hand on him at all times, ready to silence any spell he could hope to dream up and slip past her quicker then she could realize.

Yes, she was a literal hypocrite. Claiming she hated mages, their powers uncontrollable, unsafe to live with regular people. She would capture and return any mage to their respected Circles, when her sister, her twin for Makers sake!, was an apostate herself.

But at the same time…

She had saved him.

The last time Anders had been captured, the Templars had decided that six escape attempts had been too many. Instead they had opted to have him killed.

She had been there when his sentence had been proclaimed.

No sooner had the Templar-Commander finished speaking, her voice had risen louder then his own in protest. Proclaiming, that he being her charge, she and only she would have a say so in his punishment.

She may have been a simple tracker to them, but to the Circle they had deemed her Anders official guard, for all the years of her being the only one to return him, and had given her control over him.

Anders had scoffed, she had been talking about him like he was her lost puppy, and by the Maker if she felt like punishing him when he returned home, then she would. Making that thought an out loud comment had been a mistake.

"No Anders! You are my apostate, my mage." Her one sky blue eye was alight with a fierce protectiveness. "It is my job to assure your safe return to the Circle!"

Some unknown feeling had swelled in his chest then.

After that day, Anders had been put into solitary confinement for a whole year.

Often, she would visit him. Sitting outside his door, she would talk to him through the food flap. She would tell him of her sister, and how they were rejoicing over the fact that the mirror image of herself would be having a child, even if their mother was furious. Sanya apparently, had been keeping the identity of the child's father a secret.

Once in awhile, she would convince the guards to take the night off, allowing them the entire night. During those times, she would slip him extra goods through the food flap in his door. She would send a small pail of water with a bar of soap and a washing cloth through the flap with a clean pair of robes. Letting him bathe, a luxury that shouldn't of been allowed in confinement, would have had her flogged if anyone had ever found out. Other times she would slip his a small sweet cake along with his gruel. He would keep and savoir it when the guards purposely forgot his dinner, each crumb reminding him of her.

Over the course of that year, the small kindle of something that she had alit in his chest grew into something more.

Many times, in between her visits, when he felt as if the walls were closing in on him, the darkness reaching toward his heart, he would think of her. Try to remember the small things.

The way her eyebrow would twitch, turned in a delicate arch when he said something to annoy her. The tiny dimple that would appear on her right cheek when he said something funny, and she held back her laughter, attempting to seem stoic. The way the wind lightly touched and lifted her hair when it blew through the delicate blonde locks, her hand quickly patting it back in place over her left eye. Her laughter, the very few times he had heard it, sounded like a chorus of tiny bells, twinkling merrily.

When his solitary confinement ended, she had been the one to open the door.

The sudden flash of light had him weakly covering his eyes. All those days, being alone, in the dark had left his eyes sensitive to the light, even for a long time after. Personally, she had stepped in, slinging his arm over her shoulder, lifting him by his armpits. The scent of honey and vanilla had overpowered his senses and Anders had nearly sobbed as the fresh air hit his face.

"You're nothing but skin and bones." She had proclaimed immediately at lifting him. She had sent a blazing glare at both guards who must have been at his door most of the year. "You shouldn't be this thin if you were getting all your meals. I will be making a personal complaint to the Knight-Commander about this."

Both guards had shuffled out of her way, as she had to literally carry him out of the cell. She carried him all the way up to the men's barracks, ordering one of the Tranquil to fetch her a bucket of hot water and some washing materials.

Leading him to his old bunk, nestled in a corner, she had lain him down gently. Smoothing away his hair from his dirt stained face, her free hand held his own as she knelt next to his bunk.

"It's over now." She had told him, her voice soothing like a bell. Her thumb drawing little circles on the outside of his hand, his own clutching hers in a death grip. "It's all over."

The tears that Anders had been holding back, broke free then and began to stream down his face silently. She didn't say anything then, merely held his hand and let him cry like the big baby he felt like.

The Tranquil had returned shortly with the requested items, and she immediately went about washing him. Like a small child, she washed his face with the warm cloth, going slowly, making sure not a single spec of dirt remained.

Sitting him up, every move an extreme effort on his starved body, she removed the tattered and stained robes, leaving him simply in his underclothes.

Anders hadn't even felt the slightest bit of embarrassment when she began to wash the rest of him. Her touch was so delicate and caring, a side that he had never seen from her before.

That was when he knew.

That tiny little flame had grown and blossomed in his chest, and he just knew now what it was. It was something that he had never experienced in his life.

Love.

He was in love with a Templar.

Even when he had slept around with multitudes of women, none of them incited even a similar amount of feeling like this. Lust, is all he had felt for those women. Wanting nothing more then the sate himself in their bodies, knowing that he could be captured again, at any moment. Taken back to the same stone walls of the Circle.

Taken back by the only woman who seemed to truly care about him.

When she had finished giving him a thorough wash, she ran her hands over his now damp, but clean hair once again. "Sleep." She had murmured, and Anders reached for her hand.

"Don't leave me." He had begged, his voice a mere croak. The tears once dried during his bath began to slip free once again.

Clutching his hand tightly in her own, she leaned down and kissed his forehead, her soft lips lingering briefly. "Rest, I'll be here when you wake."

With her promise lingering in his mind, he had let the blackness consume him.

"Still awake?" A voice asked, breaking him from his deep thoughts. A delicate hand touched his cheek and tilted his head gently to look into their a sky blue eye.

Anders lightly touched the hand with his own, his fingertips brushing softly over the smooth skin. His eyes slid shut, simply enjoying her touch before opening again. "Thinking."

The single sky blue eye softened, as a small smile graced her mouth. Lifting herself from the pillows, she leaned up and gave the mage a gentle kiss on the mouth. "What about?"

Eyes slipping shut again, Anders cupped her jaw and pulled her in, their lips meeting again tenderly. "How fortunate I am to have you."

"Mmm." She answered, a mere hum in the back of her throat, "Flattery will get you no where." Their lips met again.

Cupping her jaw tightly, Anders pulled her in closer, the kiss deepening. Delicate hands came up to run through his bound hair, undoing the clasp easy. Anders hair fell to frame his face, her fingers grabbing a fistful of blonde strands. Using her handholds, Val pulled him closer, the kiss intensify into something of unrestrained passion.

Anders really was a lucky man.

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Untouchable

"Uh what?" Val asked, her eyebrow raising nearly through her hairline.

Anders rubbed the back of his head bashfully. "I'm a Grey Warden now." He answered pointing to himself, a goofy grin on his face.

Val's eyes nearly bugged out of her head. "How!? What!? WHY!?" She nearly screamed the last word. Every puzzle piece of her mind, that had just fallen apart was slowly putting itself back together.

The Knight-Commander of the Ferelden Circle had sent her here specifically to capture Anders, but as a Grey Warden it technically made him free of the Circle... Unless the Knight-Commander was unaware?

"Well there's this fancy ritual they do, but I'm not supposed to talk about it."

"Anders." Val looked at him flatly, pulling her shackles out of her pack, she approached the apostate calmly. "Please don't struggle, yadda yadda you know the drill."

"But Val!" Anders offered his wrists out of habit, his tone began to grow serious "I'm really a Grey Warden!"

Latching the shackles in place and checking their locks, Val snagged the chain and gave it a test yank, lurching the apostate forward a bit. "Yeah and I'm the First Enchanter! Come along now."

"Val!" Came the angered protest.

"Anders I told you not to run off again after last time!" Val scolded dragging the mage along without even looking at him. Her tone grew serious as she threw an angry glare back at the stumbling apostate. "If they put you on the chopping block, I told you, I wont be able to do anything about it this time!"

"Valera!" Anders ground out from clenched teeth, and Val gave pause at use of her full name. "And I told you! I am a Grey Warden. And I'll be damned, if you try to take me back to the Circle, I intend to fight you the whole way."

Valera paused, turning to face the mage fully. Anders was nearly huffing in frustration, his face red, arms crossed tightly across his chest, shackles and all.

"Anders?" A man's voice came from the hallway, and both parties turned to see the Commander of the Grey. He was a young looking Dalish elf, dressed in a leather suit with duel blades strapped to his back. He approached the pair, his gaze landing on the Templar accusingly. "Is there a problem here?"

Anders gave a short bark of laughter. "Nah, just an old acquaintance! She's so used to throwing me in chains" he shook the shackles jokingly, "she didn't even give me a chance to tell her that I'm in the Grey Wardens now!"

The lie slid so easily and believably from his mouth, Val almost believed it herself. Still skeptical, the Commander of the Grey gave a nod, "I can assure you, that Anders is now a Grey Warden, Lady Knight." Looking at the Templar and back to the mage, "And I would prefer if you didn't lock my Wardens up in chains."

"My apologizes Ser." Val bowed her head respectfully at the Commander and moved toward the apostate, removing the shackles with a look of apology directed at him. "My apologizes Anders… I guess… well… I have no reason to be here… I suppose I'll leave…"

Anders rubbed his wrists before giving the templar a smile. "At least stay for dinner before you set out. You can tell the rest of the Wardens some of our Taking-Anders-back-to-the-Circle stories that you love to tell!"

~End

A/N: Omgee sorry about all the misspellings and grammar issues but I'm too lazy to fix them lol.