Hawke/Anders Secret Satinalia Master Post

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Hawke/Anders Secret Satinalia
Let's celebrate the holiday in style with our favorite birds

(art donated by kirkwallgirl.tumblr.com)

Sign ups for Secret Satinalia are now closed. No further requests will be filled.

What is Secret Satinalia?

It's Secret Santa, Thedas style! ...That's not helpful? Okay, let me do a little better: Secret Satinalia is a celebration of the gift-giving spirit of the holiday by arranging a round-robin style giving of gifts. Each participant puts their name in a hat, and then all the names are drawn out at random; the person whose name you draw gets a gift from you, and you'll get a gift from whoever draws your name.

But in secret! That part is very important! It has to be as secret as Anders' activities with the mage underground! ...So in other words, not really all that secret.

How do I get in on this action?

Easy! Just reply in the comments of this post below. Replies are screened, so the only people to see your post will be the moderator (me) and yourself. Anon commenting is on, so even if you don't have a Dreamwidth account (because let's be realistic, who in 2015 still uses dreamwidth? ...Ahem) you can still sign up here.

Remember that if you sign up to receive a gift, you are also committing yourself to giving a gift. You give one, you receive one. That's the spirit of Satinalia. Try to create a gift that is respectful of the giftee's preferences. Remember, give gifts like the Warden, not gifts like Hawke.

What kind of gifts can I give?

Fanfic, fanart, and graphic edits are all welcome, so do whatever you do best! When filling out the form below, you will be asked to give multiple gift ideas. At least one of the prompts should be made in the spirit of an art prompt -- in other words, something that would lend itself fairly well to visual representation. So "Anders and Hawke snuggling in front of a fire" is more of an Art Prompt, while "Anders having a Hamlet-length internal monologue on the merits of Hawke's butt" is more of a Fic Prompt.

Smutty requests are perfectly OK, but as with the "art prompts" please try to include at least one non-smutty prompt so that your Satinalia buddy has some flexibility.

There's not much time until Satinalia, so try to keep your request fairly simple. Fics should be fairly short (5k or less) and art should stay within a few panels.

I prefer Marian Hawke/I prefer Garrett Hawke. Is that OK?

Both mhanders and fhanders fans are welcome. In order to make sure that everybody ends up with a prompt and a gift that they are comfortable with, you'll be asked to specify in your entry whether you prefer male Hawke, female Hawke, or are okay with both. We will make the effort to match up mhanders and fhanders fans with each other so everybody gets the thing they like the most.

When is my gift due? What should I do with it once it's ready?

You should aim to have your gift ready for your Secret Satinalia buddy by December 21. Once it's done, come back to this post here. Reply screening will be off, but anon will still be on. Post your fic or art in an anon comment, and the moderator (me) will contact your Satinalia buddy to let them know where to go to find it! I will also be posting links to all of the entries on Tumblr, under the tag #Handers Secret Satinalia .

Do I have to stay anonymous? I want to share my gift with the world!

The initial gift-giving should be anonymous -- that's the Secret part, after all -- but once the event is over, you can feel free to publish in your usual venues with your name on it!

I don't have time to read that whole wall of text. Can you give the rules in tl;dr format?

Sure!

1. To sign up, make a screened reply in the comments below. Fill out the form (just below this) with all the information. Remember that if you sign up, you are committing to giving someone a gift as well as receiving one.
2. After the sign-ups close on 11/22, you will be contacted by the moderator (me) with the name and request info of your selected Satinalia buddy. Pick one of the three gift ideas, and start writing/drawing.
3. Try to finish your gift by 12/21. When it's finished, reply here (again) anonymously with the fic or a link to your art. The moderator (me) will contact your giftee to let them know that it's ready.
4. After the event is over, you can repost or publish your gift anywhere you like with your name properly on it.
5. All posts on tumblr about this event will use the tag #Handers Secret Satinalia .
6. That's all! Have fun!


To sign up, fill out this form (please answer all the questions!)

1. Tumblr URL?
2. Best way to contact? (e-mail? tumblr message system OK?)
3. Do you prefer M!Hawke/Anders, F!Hawke/Anders, or are equally comfortable with both?
4. Three gift wishes! (At least one of the prompts should be an Art Prompt, and at least one should be a Fic Prompt.)
5.  Notes and No's: Any preferences or dislikes you'd like your Secret Satinalia buddy to observe, such as "no Justice bashing" "no rivalmance please" or "I am okay/not okay with custom Hawkes." Or if you have none, just write a happy Satinalia message!

Any questions? Ask the moderator (me)! Question and answer comments will be un-screened, so that everybody can read them.

Comments

written for: phoenixrei

[(Anonymous)]

Anders rubbed his blurring eyes as an ache formed between his knitted brows. An unfinished manifesto page stared back at him, the period of his last sentence seeming to taunt him with the empty space after it. The apostate let out a frustrated groan, tensing his grip on the barrel of his quill.

Not that it helped him hold it when a soft object struck him in the head. In fact, it did quite the opposite - he flung the quill into the air as he jumped, needing a burst of will to keep Justice back from the threat. The awkward yelp he made, on the other hand, couldn't be restrained. Finally regaining control of his senses, he turned his head back toward his assailant.

He only caught a flash of red hair and a wide grin before the pillow came flying back toward his face. This time, though, Warden's reflexes and a well-timed burst of force magic pushed the fluffy weapon out of his path.

This only brought an exaggerated pout from Hawke. "No fair!" she whined, shoving him lightly with the force of the pillow. "Rules say no magic!"

A light snort managed to escape Anders' grip, and he gave Hawke a gentle push back. "Yes, love, but /you/ snuck up on me. So it /is/ fair. Justice said so."

"Justice /said/ so," Hawke mimicked him, surprisingly accurately but no less ridiculous. "We already know that grumpy old spirit doesn't know how to have a good time." After a moment's pause, she lifted the pillow in one hand and lightly smacked Anders' back with it. "Besides...I'm bored."

"You? /Bored?/" asked Anders, in genuine astonishment. "How is that even possible? You've got so much stuff to do out there." He barely flinched when the pillow hit him.

Hawke gave a rather loud raspberry. "That stuff's all just /work./" Continuing in her best impression of a petulant child, Hawke folded her arms over her chest and huffed. "Every time I go out there, someone else wants me to do something." She threw her hands in the air, beginning a light pace back and forth. "Hawke, can you find my wife's ring so her family doesn't cut me out of the will? Hawke, can you rescue my fool of a lover before he gets himself killed by a completely avoidable death trap?" She went on, bobbing her head in the rhythm of her words. "Hawke, I need twelve Deepstalker asses! Hawke, can you walk down the street and say hello to my mother for me? Hawke this, Hawke that, Hawke, Hawke, Hawke." She took out her irritation on Anders by way of the pillow still hanging in her hand, which she now tossed at him. "As for the others...Fenris isn't feeling social today, I gave up trying to get Merrill to come outside, I hear Aveline still isn't over the last incident at the Chantry, Isabela was...occupied, and I'm pretty sure Varric would just cajole me into doing more work. So..." Every one of her next few words was punctuated by a swat of the pillow against his head. "It's. Just. You and me. And pillows."

Anders responded with a light snort of amusement at Hawke's display of frustration, barely wincing as her pillow gently boffed his face. As the last swing came at him, though, he dove to dodge it and rose to his full height. "Alright, alright, love," he protested, dropping and rolling to the other side of the bed and seizing a pillow for himself. Just holding the feather-stuffed sack made him feel like a young child again.

A young child who never had to learn how cruel the world was toward mages. In the space of a breath, the thought of the face of that clean-shaven boy drifted back into his mind. Clad in his apprentice's robes, swallowing the bile in his gut at the sight of an approaching Templar. His fingertips tightened around the fabric of the pillow, and Justice wrapped around the bones of his arms. As he looked up, though, he saw Hawke's pillow coming down over his head once again. Warden's reflexes took control of him once more, and he raised his own pillow to block the descent of hers. A step back allowed him to gain ground, and he finally came in for a counterattack, shoving his pillow right into Hawke's chest. "Oh-/ho!/ Not this time you don't!"

The rogue staggered back at the shove, toppling rather gracelessly onto the bed behind her. Dropping her own pillow, she seized the corner of Anders' robe and tugged him down to fall with her. "If I go down, I'm taking /you/ with me!" Swinging her free arm out to the side, she took her fluffy weapon back and pulled it over to thump the mage in the chest.

"I'll /never/ surrender to you!" Anders declared, barely able to hide the smile that was forming at the corners of his lips. Justice wound around his breath, filling in the spaces between each, as he questioned the relevance of this event to the suffering of mages across Thedas. Anders swatted away the interruption with his pillow against Hawke's head.

Hawke yelped, bursting into laughter that left her breathless. A mischievous little thought surfaced in her head, and she rolled onto her side, taking Anders by the collar. "We'll see about that," she teased, a twinkle in her eye as she pulled him in close and locked her lips against his.

One would think Anders was used to this by now, but it still took him by just as much surprise as always. A bright flush flooded his cheeks, and his eyelids fell closed. Long arms wrapped around his rogue, holding her securely against him as their heartbeats came into sync. Justice pulsed between them as he sensed the adoration Hawke felt for his mortal. The woman was a veritable puzzle to the spirit, who could perceive virtue and zeal within her, though she still behaved in such a distracting manner. Perhaps reluctantly, he would allow this, for now.

Anders' defiant declaration was shoved back down his throat by Hawke's tongue and held there by her arms. Bony fingers tugged at her robe, wrinkling it between them. A moan escaped from between their lips, and he shifted his hip to roll them both to the side, allowing his hand to weave circles of mana into her back. His other hand sought hers out, curling their fingers together and squeezing firmly. At last wanting for a breath, he turned his lips away from hers, taking the air into his chest and feeling his heart flutter. His lips came down next to her ear, spilling the remnants of that breath in a whisper.

"I love you."

He surrendered.

Re: written for: phoenixrei

[(Anonymous)]

Phoenixrei here, and AHHHHHHH. This was so wonderful!!! I was happily surprised to see you use my custom Hawke, aka love of my LIFE, and you wrote her so well!! I had no idea what to expect from the (admittedly very broad) prompts I left for you, and you did such an amazing job giving me something I like, even if you didn't know it. Thank you so much!!!!!