The "reblog for a fic in Ask box" meme did another pass on Tumblr last night. So, yes, I wrote a bunch more of them. Here are all the "Eyes of the Storm" headcanon precursor ones:
Anders slumped back in his chair and frowned as he watched Hawke, sitting on the corner of the table by Varric's chair, arms crossed and laughing at something the dwarf had said. He wished that the warrior would finish his business with Varric so they could head home; it had been a long, hard day slogging through the sands of the Wounded Coast, putting up with acid commentary from Fenris and Sebastian the entire day. He just wanted to get back to Hawke's place, bathe, and be fucked into the bed.
Fenris worriedly checked the table a third time. Bottle of red wine, a loaf of bread and some soft cheese to spread it with, a single goblet, and a flask of potable water. He preferred to drink his wine straight, from the bottle, but Sebastian always had his well-watered, and nursed the single goblet of it all evening.
He enjoyed these evening of comradeship and long, rambling conversations; a pity he didn't get along as well with any other of Hawke's companions. But one good friend was enough.
Anders frowned as he looked toward where the young man - barely more than a boy, really - was kneeling in the sand beside the body of the qunari. At least the Viscount's son hadn't been hurt himself; not physically, anyway.
He could only imagine what must be going through Seamus' head at the moment, after seeing his friend bloodily killed at close quarters, followed by Hawke's battle with the mercenaries.
A handsome lad; and perhaps a little overly protected by his father. Poor little rich boy.
Fenris sighed with relief as the door to the mansion closed behind him. Another day spent in company with Hawke, the apostate, and the maleficarum finally over with. He sometimes wondered if Hawke chose who to invite along on these things based on their entertainment value; he'd caught a grin on Hawke's face more than once as he and the mages sniped verbally at each other. He went down to the cellars in search of wine; Sebastian would be by later to help drink it. He smiled, annoyance forgotten.
Isabel felt like pouting. It was rare for her to have trouble drawing the attention of the men or women she was attracted to; especially when it was someone she'd had a mutually satisfactory encounter with before. She had been very interested in reprising her evening with Anders and his little magic trick. Unfortunately, he seemed to already have a relationship with someone else. And her second choice, Hawke... well, it would be in bad taste for her to pursue Anders' boyfriend in place of him.
Sebastian almost didn't notice the visitor, lost in his own thoughts as he was, but the man stopped in a pool of light a few feet from where he stood. A tall man, lean, with red-gold hair caught back in a ponytail, wearing shabby robes with absurd feathered pauldrons, a staff slung across his back. He frowned and was about to move forward to speak to the man when the doors opened and admitted a second man; one known to him. Hawke.
"Anders!" the warrior called. The mage turned, and smiled warmly.