#anora fanfic

[thornedclover]

EVERYTHING HE COULDN'T

Anora "Ani" Mikheeva × Igor | Anora (2024)

CHAPTER 1. Used to You.

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SUMMARY. Ani is a miserable wreck.

WORD COUNT. 2,615.

WARNINGS. none.

TAGS. emotional hurt.

AUTHORS NOTE.

chapter name inspiration: Used to You by Luke Combs

For an hour, Anora cried against Igor’s chest. The brunt of her emotions took control for the first 20 minutes as her sobs kept consistent prior to coming in waves for the hour’s remainder. Meanwhile, Igor stayed silent, only guarding her head and occasionally rubbing her back.

Everything was a rush to say the least; a two-day rodeo following the exhilarating high of an illicit affair that had the trodden red dust still swirling in its wake. Every word, every fight, every feeling was reminisced in burning colors. Red, green, black, blue. So many emotions in so little time. Miserable at its best and devastating at its worst. Control was overthrown by cruel fate that manifested itself into a forever winter. After fighting for the upper hand, in which she had gotten used to, she lost; a twist that left her spinning until she had everything stripped from her in a snap of an oligarch's fingers. The life she had dreamed of, put so much energy into, defended, chased after, and fought for with every ounce of her being had been shattered.

What a tragically beautiful chapter that had turned beautifully tragic.

…Then silence.

2 minutes.

5 minutes.

10 minutes.

Finally, Ani pushed herself up, looked Igor in the eyes as she resituated her skirt, and slowly crawled off of him. She stayed put in the passenger seat for a few moments before leaving him alone in his grandmother’s freezing car. And although he watched her the entire time until she disappeared behind the door of her apartment, she never looked back.

4 DAYS LATER.

Shadows raced across the walls of Anora’s bedroom as the train’s shuttering competed with the loud silence. Despite having more than enough time to catch up on sleep, Ani’s head pounded against her pillow. She blinked open her eyes to catch the late afternoon sun slipping past her curtains for the first time in days. But it didn’t faze her. Rolling over with a sigh, she just closed her eyes again in hopes to fall back asleep. It was the only thing that would keep her from dwelling on the reasons why she was still lying lifeless on her bed after four days.

But even then, haunting dreams held her hostage time after time. Neon lights and nicotine mist painted the very first night her path crossed Ivan’s. Then came reckless nights across town, being twisted in silk sheets, and the most lavish treatments that led her to a quick marriage. He said ‘I do’ and put a 4-karat ring on her finger, sealing their deal for life — to be each other’s best friend, protector, and faithful spouse; they promised to love, honor, and cherish each other and made a bet on forever.

Forever… Until he decided that forever was too long. Too much to handle.

The second he found out that his parents were on his tail for marrying a sex worker, he broke his vows and fled. He left her to fend for their marriage and herself. Tooth and nail, she held her own. Bruised and exhausted, she chased the streets to find him. She begged and pleaded in true lover’s fashion to save her Cinderella story that she deserved but to no avail. His parents got into his head, his immaturity got the best of him, and she signed her name in Las Vegas, Nevada to annul their marriage.

Everything they did, everything they were, meant nothing. It was void, forgotten, burned to the ground and six feet under. He was in Russia, forced to make a working life of his own while she laid lifeless, cornered by her oppressing thoughts and tangled emotions.

Was she ignorant for believing something so grand could happen to her? Was she right for thinking that someone as high-up as Ivan could ever love someone like her and everyone would be okay with it? Was it all a fantasy designed to lead her on just to leave her in the middle of nowhere?

The whole thing had been a shitshow, and the breakthrough of it all was just the beginning. The accomplice who had bruised her, “assaulted” her, and held her hostage was the one she ended up confiding in — he pulled her close to his chest and allowed her to let it all go. Pain. Frustration. Anger. Fear. Heartbreak. Lack of control. Everything that had been dismissed by her scrappy, brazen front became too much when that psychopath made a move to kiss her. Despite the fact that she attempted to seduce him, it was a shock that blindsided her completely.

And she was drowning in the aftermath of it all.

Her phone vibrated for the thousandth time on her bedside table. Lulu had been sending countless texts; some were questions, some were updates, and some were simple ‘I miss you’ and ‘I’m always here if you need me’ reminders.

That was another bother. Work.

She would almost rather be dead than go crawling back to HQ. She was the one who got out and finally had something to her name other than being one of the most popular workers at the club. She was paid decently by dozens of clients, both new and established, but how was she supposed to go back there when all of her ex-co-workers would know the truth. Her ticket to freedom was only good for two weeks before it was set ablaze, and she wasn’t ready to face the fact that Diamond was right about her fate. She loathed the thought.

Unfortunately for her, being a sex worker was all she’d ever known. She didn’t want to work as a café waitress or cashier/merchandiser at some convenience store. She didn’t have a diploma or a degree under her belt and, damn sure, didn’t have the money for college. Well, she did, but she was sharing an apartment with her sister, and couldn’t just let her pay for everything else that wasn’t her tuition. She wasn’t that insensitive.

Through her countless thoughts, knocking thrummed her door. Speak of the Devil.

Vera slowly opened the door. She wasn’t expected to be home from work until 6:00, but here she was. Thankfully, she wasn’t a hoverer, despite being the older sister. She knew Ani needed her space and would come around when she was ready, but it still didn’t hurt to offer food, water, or a shoulder to lean on. It was obvious, from the first time she saw her back home that something had gone down, but, again, Vera knew pushing the issue would only make things worse. They were both stubborn but knew, most of the time, when to hold their tongues. They knew when to leave each other alone and tried to not pry when the other was in a mood.

“Hey,” she started calmly, holding a steaming mug in her hand. “I just wanted to see how you were doing.” She was surprised to see her sister facing the door rather than seeing her back. “I made tea if you want some.”

After ignoring her the past several times she had come into her room, Ani finally spoke to her. “I thought you were working ‘til 6:00.” Her voice was quiet and dull.

“We weren’t too busy, so Frankie let me leave early. I guess everyone’s staying in to avoid the snow.” It was nice to hear her little sister’s voice, regardless of how unlively it sounded. Vera had only heard Ani’s door open and close when she used the bathroom or showered, nothing more. She never talked besides that. “Can I get you anything?”

“No.”

A pitied weight dropped in Vera’s stomach. “Will you, at least, eat or drink something if I brought it to you?”

But the other refused, voice now a little harder. “I don’t want anything.”

Vera shifted her weight, now matching her sister’s tone. “You can’t live like this forever. You need to do something to take care of yourself. I can’t do it for you.”

“I never asked you to take care of me.”

“Well, sitting in your room, miserable, isn’t doing shit. It’s impractical and doesn’t help bring in money to pay for everything. I’m not busting my ass just so you can lay around all day, wasting your life away.”

Anora picked her head up to glare at her older sister. That’s when the other knew she had overstepped her bounds. She didn’t know what had happened or how it had happened other than it had something to do with her recent marriage. In between those words of frustration, she was worried. Very worried. Her younger sister wasn’t the type to let things get to her, and if she did, she was able to get over it with a flick of her tinsel-laced hair. This was day four, and she hadn’t shown any signs of letting up.

Vera let her shoulders drop. “I’m worried about you,” she admitted in an apologetic way.

“I’ll live, if that’s what you’re worried about,” Ani nonchalantly replied, laying her head back down on her pillow.

“You know that’s not what I mean.”

The younger sister only kept silent, not bothering to brush back the few fallen strands of hair from her face. Deep down, she appreciated her sister’s concern, but didn’t have the energy to accept it. It was awkward and made her feel more disarmed than she already was before becoming suddenly irritable. So instead of taking her sister’s nagging, she mustered up the will to push off her covers and get up. “You don’t need to worry about me.” Her head spun while her legs were forced to stabilize herself, but she tried not to let any of that show. She only advanced towards the door, brushing past Vera. “I’ll be fine.”

The older bit back. “You’re obviously not fine.” Watching her sister pass, she couldn’t help but let her gaze travel, catching the dark bruises against her pale skin. One or two were normal for her, knowing that her job was very physical but being covered in them shocked her blind. “How did you get all of those bruises?” she blurted out without thinking. “Did you get into a fight or something?”

Ani instantly regretted getting up. “I said, don’t fucking worry about me,” she snapped.

But Vera grabbed her wrist just before she was out of reach. “Anora…”

The sincere concern ringing in her voice made the younger stop. Not only did she grab her arm, but using her real name — her Russian name — hit more than she ever thought it would. She turned her head to look back at her and knew Vera had seen the twin scratches across her cheek when she reached out to carefully brush them. Then numbness washed over her upon seeing her older sister’s dark eyes pour into her own.

“What happened to you?”

At the kitchen table, Anora explained whatever she could to Vera. She didn’t add in any details, but she definitely didn’t relay every single one. All the while, her sister only sipped on her tea and listened. It wasn’t like her to listen intently, but this time, she did.

When she finished the rundown, she was expecting her older sister to badger her on how ignorant she had been to let this unfold, stupid she was to believe that a Cinderella story like the one she had could ever happen to her, and gullible for falling for someone who was still very young and naïve.

But she kept quiet while staring down at the table’s polished wooden face, processing everything that was just spilt to her.

On the other side, Ani mirrored her. Having told her sister actually helped relieve the pressure that weighed on her chest but made her realize the reality of it all. She lived it, but hearing it come out as a story was completely different. It sounded wild, chaotic, and downright insane. Even still, that’s the way she loved Ivan Zakharov. 

Until she didn’t.

“I’m sorry,” Vera spoke up softly. “I can’t imagine going through something like that.” She waited to see if her sister would say something.

Nothing.

“But it’s not your fault.”

Ani lifted her face to look at Vera, almost looking surprised.

“None of what happened is your fault. You don’t choose where you come from or who you come from. If someone can’t accept you for you, then fuck ‘em. That’s on them, not you.” She watched her little sister only stare back at her, reading doubt across her face. “He wasn’t good for you, because you deserve better. You’re better than that, Anora.”

Ani’s skin pricked at Vera’s words. ‘You’re better than that.’ She hadn’t been so sure after being so blind, used, and thrown away. How could she have let herself fall so hard just to crash and burn? She was a sex worker and one hell of a hustler, but she was also somebody’s daughter and sister. Everyone was someone, despite who they were or where they came from. Vera was right; she did nothing to make the Zakharov family see her the way they did. It was their own assumptions and opinions. They didn’t know what kind of person she was yet judged simply by her job alone. It was just hard to see past something that had ruined her whole life… or what it would have been.

“And I’m not just saying that ‘cause I’m your sister,” Vera added on. “Yeah, you’re a stripper, but you’re making a fuckin’ living, and that’s what matters. You’re making the money. You’re doing the work, and you’re damn good at it, too.”

At least her sister approved. 

Deciding to leave the Zakharov topic alone, the older sister nodded towards Ani. “Is that what you’re gonna do? You gonna go back to Headquarters?”

Ani looked back down at her own cup, fingers running over the handle. “I don’t know.”

“You should,” the other responded. “Everyone liked you there, didn’t they? Your boss and the other girls.”

“Not everyone,” the younger muttered.

“Still,” Vera rolled her eyes before continuing, “You got a hell of a lotta tips there, too, so it’s not a bad idea. Do what you know. That’s what we were taught, right?”

That’s what her sister didn’t understand. Sure, there was a big chance that she would be welcomed back by most of the girls and even Jimmy, but her pride was the biggest problem. She struck everyone as the kind of person to not care what others thought, but not everything could be overlooked. Could she really swallow her pride, get back on the pole, and get over her once-upon-a-time, happily-ever-after story that had left her heart bleeding?

When Anora didn’t answer, Vera looked for another outlet. “Or you can do something else. It’s up to you, as long as it helps us pay for shit, y’know.” She took a sip of her lukewarm tea, letting her sister think on the thought.

And Ani did. Her stomach turned and twisted at the thought, but she knew she had to do something. Working as a sex worker was all she knew. She was good at it and had more experience than she knew what to do with. Was she supposed to just ‘do what she knew’ or venture outside of her comfort zone to look for something new — somewhere that wouldn’t be so painful to show herself? Somewhere she could start fresh, and no one would know her adversity of a past. Somewhere that doesn’t hold every memory of Ivan Zakharov.

[houdinicarpenter]

amazing Anora fic by @thornedclover!!!

There’s only one chapter right now and it’s a little slow, but she writes about Ani so so well! Her dissection if the character and her aftermath is very impressive. Go show it some love, if you’re looking for a good Anora (2024) fic!!! 🙏🙏🙏

[letthewordsoverflow]

So I saw Anora two days ago and can't get this epilogue out of my head so just imagine this, directly following the end of the movie....

So Igor holds Anora in the car until she stops crying

then finally she gets up and then gets out of the car with a flippant joke about him zipping his dick back in "pervert"

then she takes a few steps back towards the house and then turns back and goes "well? Are you coming?"

So he goes from scrambling to zip up his pants to scrambling out of the car and following her inside

and then they go into the living room and her sister is there w her boyfriend sitting on the couch and shes just like "hey there's some lasagna in the kitchen"

so he follows anora into the kitchen (he'd follow her anywhere) and they get lasagna and they go to join her sister and her bf in the living room to watch the movie and they're cuddled on one side of the 3 seater and anora sits against the other arms so there's space in between but it'd be tight so he sits in the arm chair next to the couch

and they eat their food and are watching and he's super aware of her but definitely NOT looking at her (okay but only from the corner of his eye and she DEFINITELY cannot tell)

at some point she lets out a frustrated sigh and stands up and comes to sit in his lap and cuddles into him

eventually she falls asleep there, with her head curled under his chin, and she stays like that for a long time

he considers asking her sister for a throw blanket but then they get up and go into one of the two bedrooms down the hall

He waits a while longer, just holding her. Shes safe. And she's in his arms.

If you had asked him what he expected from being 30 three days ago, it definitely would not be this. But this, this is so much better.

He stands up and takes her to her room and sets her down in her bed and he moves her hair out of her face and just gazes at her for a second

He moves to leave but she groggily reaches out her arm and says "stay"

so he kicks off his shoes, climbs into bed, and just holds her while they sleep.

and she actually sleeps through the night instead of getting up to work (at some point he woke up to piss and he gently pushed her to ask and she was not pleased about the disruption because she "needs some fuckin rest after the last 48hours")

they wake up the next day at like noon (early for her, late for him)

So they wake up and just look at each other for a moment and then he asks "may I kiss you?" And she says "but I have morning breath" and he says "may I kiss you?" And she says "you have morning breath" and he says "may I kiss you?" And she nods, not breaking eye contact but clearly a little bashful at the vulnerability

and theyre kissing and then they're making out and at some point he pulls away and moves to just hold her and shes like "do you...not want to?"

And he goes "I want to, we just don't have to. I'm happy like this." and he cuddles her closer

and she smiles to herself and hides he face into his chest for a moment

but then she moves to straddle him and goes "what if I want to?" And he goes "whatever you want" in the tone that says 'you can have whatever you want and we never have to do anything you don't want' and seeing the sentiment echoed in his eyes has her kissing him with all she's worth (which a lot in his estimation)

and then theyre getting all hot and heavy and she takes off his shirt and moves to take off his pants

when she realizes he's still wearing his jeans so of course she gives him shit for that (but he wasn't going to climb into her bed in his underwear without her go ahead so he just takes her teasing)

and they laugh together as they keep making out and shedding clothes and then she moves to touch him (like she did in the car, but this time it was about him)

He stops her and he asks if he can do something

and she says sure

so he flips them so she's on her back (she knew he was strong, he threw her around a whole bunch not two days ago, but it was different to have him move her like that....it did it for her honestly)

he moves to go eat her out and she starts to stammer that he doesn't need to do that and he says "what if I want to"

like she said before

and then he goes at it for a nice long time

And he makes her cum

like HARD

and so shes like "I finished," meaning to say 'okay cool now im taken care of so over to fucking so you can get off' (that's just how sex works, right) and hes like "who said i am?"

And then keeps at it, making her orgasm a few more times before he even lets her touch his dick

(she can't even recall the last time a guy she was with got her off)

so she's like on cloud nine when she's finally like "stop stop"

he pulls back IMMEDIATELY and asks if she's okay and if he did something wrong

she says no, she's just over sensitive and then next time she cums she would really like if he was inside her

so then he smiles and moves up her body, kissing her along the way, to get into position

and he kisses her (she loves the taste of herself on him) and then asks if she has a condom

she says she does "but....also....we don't need to use one of you don't want to"

hes very confused

so she gets nervous and starts to ramble about how she always ALWAYS uses protection w clients and she gets tested all the time and knows shes clean (to which he says "me too") and she has an iud but its also totally cool if he wants one because she has been w a lot of partners (bc she assumes he doesn't bc of a judgement for her profession)

meanwhile hes just confused bc it didnt even ocurr to him she may want that

so he asks what she wants and she says no condom (which is kinda the biggest display of trust and intimacy she has bc she is METICULOUS about protection) (even w Ivan who, she was seeing exclusively for what is a long time in her book, she always made him use a condom)

so then they have sex

and he hits a smooth slow wave of a rhythm that really works for her

and he uses one hand to support himself over her and his other to rub her clit

and he just keeps looking at her

and the eye contact and the intimacy are too much and she cums

She cums a lot

and only then does he finally start to lose his rhythm until he's moaning into her neck as he cums

And then he rolls off her and she must be the sappiest bitch in Brooklyn because she misses having him inside her

And then he is just lying next to her breathing heavily for a moment before he quickly gets up and puts on his pants and walks out

and she feels like she must have whiplash bc they were just so intimate (more intimate than she's been with a guy in.... god she doesn't want to think of how long it's been like this)

and he's just gone

like every other guy

maybe this was all just a good fuck to him

Maybe he saw the opportunity to fuck the sex worker, knew it'd be a good time, and now he was done

she's working herself up, even though a whispering voice in the back of her mind kept saying he couldn't have gone far without shoes....or a shirt....or his phone and car keya....

by the time he comes back and shes convinced herself that he was using her and she shouldn't have let him in or trusted him or slept in his arms all night

So she starts to yell at him, which she certainly has a talent for

At first he's confused but he slowly approaches her and sits on the edge of the bed

and he looks down at his hand and then at her, asking for permission

and only then she realizes he came back with a glass of water and a warm damp towel - to clean her up, she realizes as he gently and methodically starts to clean her thighs

she sips at the cool water he handed her as she watches him slowly tend to her

then he sets the towel and glass down (after taking a sip himself... somehow his swallow was a turn on? What is happening to her?)

and he takes is jeans back off and climbs back into the bed and pulls the covers up over them and pulls her to his chest until they both fall back to asleep.

Later he drives her to work at the strip club, kisses her goodbye, and says he'll pick her up later.

As he watches her walk into HQ he can't help but think how much his grandmother is going to love her.

[jaebeomsbitch]

Just watched Anora and there aren’t any Anora x Igor fanfics yet! I need one so bad

[iloveamberfreeman]

Make more anora fanfics pretty pleaseeeeee

[thedragonagebigbang]

the very condition of existence

Written by: mer Illustrated by: Winter Hart Arts

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Content Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Fandom(s): Dragon Age: Origins Major Pairing(s)/Character(s): Anora Mac Tir/Female Mahariel

In the Brecilian Forest outside Gwaren, a young Anora Mac Tir meets an elf with drawings on her face. They are friends, and they are more, until fate drives them apart, and they must fight their way back together.

More from mer: @inquisimer | bsky | ao3 More from Winter Hart Arts: bsky | instagram | @winterhartarts

Full art by Winter Hart Arts:

[haniebnie]

you could be my silver spring blue-green colors flashin' i would be your only dream your shinin' autumn ocean crashin'

king's burden fic

i love you dao anora

[allebasimaianunes]

i need more igor & anora fanfics on ao3, likes NOW. please, i'm beeeging to y'all writers!!!

[inquisimer]

dragon age character study fic recs

I'm back with another fic rec list, this time focusing on character studies! There were so many more than five that I flagged as interesting 👀 when I was putting this together, so there's definitely a chance that this theme makes a repeat in the future.

Check these awesome fics out! And leave a comment + kudos to let the author know you did💜

Vote in this poll to help me choose a theme for next week's rec list (:

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New Tricks by Penknife (@penknife)

Dorian Pavus & Cullen Rutherford, Josephine Montilyet & Cullen Rutherford & Leliana | G | 1968 words | No Archive Warnings Apply Author's Summary: Five times Cullen found that he didn't have to do everything the hard way. Mer's Rec: If you're into Cullen & Dorian friendship, or really any Cullen friendship, this fic will be right up your alley. Penknife does an excellent job of contrasting Dorian as a beleaguered academic (beloved) with Cullen's quieter intelligence. They also highlight Cullen as a strategist and commander, not just the "send the troops" guy, and the advisor interactions resonate with coworker friend energy, which I loved. I always adore fics that explore Cullen's habits and traits leftover from so many years as a Templar and this story seamlessly weaves in those details, which brings a real depth to both Cullen and his interactions.

Names Are Cloaks by EllanaSan

Female Adaar & Josephine Montilyet | G | 2963 words | No Archive Warnings Apply Author's Summary: They can’t have that, she supposes, the Herald of Andraste being called names behind her back… The only way the situation could have been worse is if she had been an elf. She could tell the ambassador that there are people in this very camp disrespecting her at every turn but she is far too used to it to care. They call her oxwoman. They call her witch. They call her chosen or your worship. They call her Tal-Vashoth. Names are weapons. For the bearer to hold and to wield. Names are cloaks. For the bearer to wrap themselves in and discard when outgrown. Mer's Rec: With Bioware's scant lore about Qunari and the Qun, I was impressed by how this story immersed me in Adaar's history. Tidbits from canon interwoven with fascinating-slash-heartbreaking details about the Qun, Vashoth, and Saarebas, plus her introspective musings on the past and her identity make this Adaar stand out from the cookie-cutter protagonist in the best way. I want to know more about her! From Josephine's dialogue and mannerisms to the uncertainty, fear, and alienation the Herald can experience in Haven, everything about this story feels like it could be straight out of the DAI canon.

I have outlived the night by lilith_morgana (@senseandaccountability)

Loghain Mac Tir, Minor/Background Relationships | T | 2106 words | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Author's Summary: He's five, he's eighteen, nineteen, twenty, forty-six, and fifty-five, he's fifty-six, fifty-seven and ready to die. Instead, he lives. Mer's Rec: The emotion in this fic is so palpable, so visceral, and it slaps you in the face the way careful consideration of complicated characters should. With repeated contrasts between Loghain in his youth versus his later years, the author takes us on a journey from hot-headed kid to weary veteran, and it just makes your heart ache😭 It features strong exposition on Loghain's motives, feelings, and regrets during the Fifth Blight, which I love to see since it's fairly absent from the game itself. Their portrayal of Loghain in Inquisition also felt fresh and different, including a conversation with Cullen, which is a dynamic I hadn't considered before and found incredibly interesting to read. And of course it ends on a bittersweet note, as it always does with Loghain.

To Yield Is Not Weak by disasterhawke

Alistair/Anora Mac Tir | M | 4018 words | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Author's Summary: She may not like her new husband, but Anora Theirin is not about to let the world treat him like it has treated her. She will do whatever it takes to earn his trust. This is not quite what he expects. An Anora character study that explores her arranged marriage to her husband's bastard brother. Mer's Rec: this 👏 was 👏 everything I wanted out of an Alistair/Anora fic! While I think antagonism between those two has a place, this fic explored their relationship through the lens of teaching and working together, rather than animosity. It works SO well and there was a definite give-and-take, with Anora running the show immediately post-coronation, but gradually softening her harsher edges and highlighting Alistair's strengths while they grow as rulers. Anora's internal monologue, not only about Alistair, but also Cailan and Loghain, does a fantastic job showing the humanity she usually has to hide, without diminishing her competence in the least.

when the bough breaks by gummies (orphaned)

Morrigan, Flemeth | G | 1124 words | No Archive Warnings Apply Author's Summary: In her hands, the mouse is kept still. The only movement Morrigan feels from it is the beating of its tiny heart. With her eyes closed, it almost seems that she is holding in her hands its heart alone. Tiny, vulnerable, and so stutteringly fast. It must be afraid, Morrigan muses. Something twinges in her chest. Empathy. She cannot help the flare of protectiveness inside her. For now, the mouse is hers. Plucked from the world from whence it came, tucked away and safe. She wonders if this is how Mother feels of her. Mer's Rec: What struck me most about this fic was the author's grasp of character voices. Flemeth is just as cunning and calculating as she comes across in game, but I was beyond impressed by their young!Morrigan. I could see and hear so clearly how Morrigan would get from the childlike hope she has in this story to the harsher, bitter Morrigan we meet in game. I don't even know how they did that, but it was incredible to read, even as this slice of Morrigan's childhood and her abuse at Flemeth's hands was breaking my heart.

Don't forget to get your fic and art recs lined up for tomorrow's Fan Work Friday!

[vamphorricgooner]

Regulus Black lovers are going to get so much content from Anora. Let’s run this!

[sotc]

IT'S JOEVER.

I BEAT ORIGINS. my heart is so full and i have so many feelings but ahhh I loved it SOOO MUCHHHH!!! Honestly surprised with how quickly I attached to my Warden and her story, all the companions are SO SO great. 10/10 best dragon age game by far.

I really enjoyed leaving Milana and Alistair to very much caring for each other after everything was said and done despite the unrequited romance. 😭💗 My heart is so full about those two being such such good friends. And I especially love that Morrigan and her became so close like sisters in the end too. Live well, my friend. Live gloriously. BABY GIRL I LOVE YOUUUUU. Special kiss to the wind for SHALE. Honestly the best person Milana loves to be snarky with fr. lol. NOW ONTO ZEVANA....

Just before the big battle with the Archdemon and I was exploring a few options and I personally headcanon it's a combination of these two scenes that Milana and Zevran share. Milana worried to put him in danger of the Archdemon only for him to tease and insist to come with her before she relents/agrees and finally admits that she loves him. There's something so profound in him not saying it back and yet equally so with Milana saying it to him. She doesn't even need to hear it back in this moment. She knows what he feels mirrors her own; he would choose to be by her side at the end in a shared suicide mission than not at all. That alone is her courage, her strength, her resolve. And Zevran knows it love despite himself but how fucking painful and scary is it to hear those three words in the face of uncertain death? When the last time he heard those three words from Rinna he had damned her and himself? To recognize once more his heart has been touched so irrevocably? He may be grateful fate has brought them together but the circumstances of it all are so, so cruel. Fate is a tricky whore!!!!! What a lovely and incredibly intimate character moment for the both of them. Ugh <33

... BUT ANYWAYS THEN THEY BOTH LIVED YAYYY!!!

MY FUCKIN BABIESSSSSS. SOBS. JUST-- RUN AND JUMPS INTO THAT MANS ARMS AND SMORCHES TF OUT OF HIMMMM. If only to slap his shoulder and roll her eyes when he teases her at the end there LOL. Sooooo... now to play Awakening and all the other dlcs I have yet to do? :)

[spookythingsss]

It’s okay to not be okay

Summary: ani goes back to jimmy and has a client that’s different unlike her regulars.

The next day Ani went back to Jimmy like how he knew she would.

He gave her a lecture but welcomed her with open arms because she was his best worker in the club and tonight was the most busiest night of the week.

Most of them were thrilled to see her back at the club especially on their busiest day of the week. Ani took a quick break, taking a puff from her vape as she takes a moment to have a conversation with Lulu about everything that happened with Vanya but was interrupted by Jimmy once he tells her that there’s a police officer.

At first Ani wasn’t interested nor wanted to get involved with anyone who’s a pig at the station but once she saw the man standing at the side already getting cash out.

“Well what the fuck are you waiting for?” She asks, holding her hand out.

Joel grabs a wad of cash out and handed it to her which she greedily takes and shoving it in her bra.

She raised an eyebrow, her gaze lingering on the amount of cash that’s now in her bra before meeting the man’s eyes again. A small smirk plays on her lips “well aren’t you eager?” She croons before taking him to the VIP room which was somewhat of a struggle due to that’s where she did it with Vanya.

Ani’s breath hitched as she closed the door behind Joel, pushing him down on the leather couch. “Make yourself at home, sweetie.”

Joel swallows as he sits back on the leather couch. Ani saunters her way over to him, her heels clicking on the hard floor. “So officer,” she begins, slowly unzipping her tight black dress, revealing her curvy figure and creamy skin. Her dress falls to the floor, pooling at her feet. She steps out of it, now only wearing her black lace bra and thong.

She sighed, seeing this officer wasn’t as the others were as she proceeded to pull her thong down her legs, unclasping her bra letting it fall away, freeing her full breasts. “So, what brings you to New York sweetie?”

Joel swallowed, nervous as to what he should actually say despite the truth. He’s traumatized by the visions caused by the curse and burdened with the knowledge that it existed in the first place.

“Not a talkative type, huh?” She hummed, kneeling down unzipping at Joel’s pants pulling him out of his jeans putting the condom on.

She lowered herself on his cock, inch by inch. She’s used to this, used to being used and she promised herself she wouldn’t break down again like how she had on Igor. Tonight she felt herself, bouncing on his cock slowly, breasts bouncing rhythmically. Only doing it for the money.

Their eyes meet, and for a moment there’s a flicker of confusion between them but she breaks eye contact quickly before focusing back on the cop.

Images flashed from his mind causing him to suddenly cry.

Ani froze, brows narrowed as she felt tears. “Are you fucking crying?” She asks, pulling away from him but he held onto her and she awkwardly wrapped her arms around his trembling body.

Stiffening in his embrace but she doesn’t exactly let go either, seeing the perfect opportunity to manipulate him on his emotional state, leaning in and mouthing, “Aye, fucker? That’s an extra $500,” and she waits, her expression unreadable. She never had a client break down before.

[lafiametta]

i'm more than happy to fuel your metas about Anora, I'll probably send you a couple lol.

Something I loved about the 'romance' in the 1st act was you can kind of tell it's not gonna end well but you also completely get how Ani got swept up it. Vanya's charming, rich and her age, unlike the other men at the club. His boyishness is charming when it's fun. And while Ani doesn't seem to hate her job, it's a minimum wage service job with shitty hours and no health insurance, of course she leaps at the chance to escape that.

And there's great moments of her brushing over some red flags with his immaturity, him ignoring her during and after sex etc. And when he's shit to service people she looks uncomfortable but brushes it aside because she wants to believe she's not 'one of them' anymore, and of course thats not the case

Seriously, send me anything — I love talking about this movie!

You're totally right: the little warning signs with Vanya were definitely there, but like Ani we get so caught up in the whirlwind of it all that they get brushed aside. Part of it, I think, is that from the very beginning we can see how hard this girl is working (not just physically from the dancing, but mentally and emotionally) and we're rooting for her to finally get a break. One of the brilliant things the film does from the onset is establish Ani's pure hustle — “Hi, I'm Ani,” “Let's go to the ATM and get you some cash,” “You want to go to VIP, maybe?” — but how charming and effortless she makes all that striving appear. It must be so exhausting; no wonder she falls asleep on the subway coming back at night.

And you nailed it on Vanya: he's not old or gross and he compliments her on things that aren't just her body. With him it was probably much easier for Ani to do her job, but she never forgets that it's a job and that the transaction is based on her performance, be it flirty conversation or companionship or lap dances or sex. (I think part of Vanya wants to pretend it's not quite so transactional, the way he invites her to his New Year's Eve party like he might with a friend or asks her to “be [his] horny girlfriend for the week,” but Ani's under no illusions with her “holiday rates” and demands for cash up front.) But, yeah, he is charming in his boyishness and enthusiasm, and I think it's a testament to Mark Eydelshteyn's performance that — in the first act of the movie, at least — his wealth doesn't seem to have made him into a fully-spoiled jerk. (In the third act, well, the charm is gone, and he's gone straight from spoiled to curdled.)

Still, it's not hard to see how the line between the reality of transaction and the fantasy that is Vanya's life would begin to blur. Instead of having to hustle for dances each night, she's going to clubs, getting massages, flying on a private jet to Vegas, and hanging out with him and his friends, all on his dime. (Interestingly enough, the only real difference between Ani and Vanya's friends/hangers-on is that she has sex with him; in a way, their relationship with him is nearly as transactional as hers.) For someone who's grown up poor (or at least lower-middle class) like Ani has, the world the wealthy inhabit has to feel like a dream. Your bed is always made, there's always Voss water in the fridge, you have a regular suite at Caesars Palace, you buy whatever you want but never pay a bill. You can see some of her discomfort with it — like when Klara is vacuuming around Vanya or at the casino when Vanya goes all in at blackjack with more money than Ani would probably see in a year — but with his proposal, she can give in to the fantasy that this is her new life. She's not going to be one of the people vacuuming the carpets or giving massages (or dancing naked for gross old men). She's not going to have to hustle any more.

That's part of the fantasy, too, though. It was never not going to be a transaction. As his bought-and-paid-for “horny girlfriend,” Ani had to be continually available and up for anything, whether it was partying or jackrabbit-style sex or curling around him like a koala bear while he ignored her and played video games, and all with a smile on her face. For all her illusions about being in love, as his wife she was just as bought-and-paid-for, only with a sable coat, a four-carat ring, and a mansion that belonged to someone else. Money, not love, was always going to be the thing that mattered. And with Vanya holding all the cards, she was never going to get to stop performing.

[justabrowncoatedwench]

To Be A Teyrn's Son - Chapter 1

(Ignore that the link says chapter 2, that's only cuz chapter 1 is the prologue.)

Behold! I still live, creatively, now moreso than while I was still working at my unpleasant previous job!

Here's hoping it won't take me quite so long to churn out the next chapter as it took me to write up this one.

The canon reality of King Maric Theirin *not* having his best friend - a man who would provably do just about anything for him - raise his son, and instead having the younger brother of his dead wife - who is not the mother of said son raise him - has always fascinated me with the 'what if' of what if Loghain had raised Alistair instead of Eamon? How might things be different? How might they be the same? This explores those pre-Dragon Age: Origins years and sets up the ripple effects that come after in future stories to come. Loghain Mac Tir is an honorable man, a loyal man, who loves his king as much as he's exasperated by the man. They took back their country from Orlesian invaders together, they had loved the same woman, but now the Teyrn of Gwaren faces perhaps the biggest challenge King Maric has ever laid at his feet: raising his bastard child. His half-Orlesian bastard child.

[averysexyleon]

in which the inquisitor was supposed to marry alistair in da:o

The Inquisitor was stalling; well, actually, he was reminiscing.  A gloved thumb stroked over the small portrait; a royal artist had sketched the King's likeness along with several banners and insignia that came attached to the invitation and official letter.  The crosshatched ink was already worn and feathered thanks to Darren performing this motion far too many times, almost as if he could will away Alistair's lopsided, eyebrow-raised smirk with enough gentle brushes.  

The Queen's likeness was also on this artful, gold-leafed page, above a beautiful sketch of the castle in Denerim.  Her portrait was on the other side of the Theirin seal. Unfortunately Anora's ink had somehow been marred by the undistingushed stray dribbles of Darren's tea.  She was a faceless blur next to her softly smirking husband. He'd wiped the tea off with ungraceful slaps, and a few threats of a letter opener--maybe just to her eyes.  

Alistair's face was the only one he needed to look at anyway.  The last time he saw such a sketch, it was years ago, and he put a dagger through both of Alistair's eyes.  For a man who lost the love of his life to a dragon, he certainly could smile with ease.  

Darren--or, Danica, at the time--had never gotten an answer why Alistair chose to marry Anora after the fight with the Archdemon.  He was closer than ever to getting an answer, but, did he want it?  

(artist credit)

Read more heereee:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/57475546/chapters/149967601

[futurecqlls]

ADMIN INTRODUCTION

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