One shots X Reader

Anders; Dragon Age II

Heres another Anders one because I just love him so much!!!

It had been raining the entire day, a gift from Andraste herself, as it effectively cleansed the stains of blood from the cobblestone walkways of Kirkwall. A day ago, the streets ran red with the blood of the innocent while the Qunari had mercilessly slaughtered hundreds of men, women and children. And now they ran red again, a cruel reminder of the death and disaster that had happened only a day before. A single hooded figure crept along the streets, cloaked in a thick coat. It was the Champion. She was the one who managed to stop the bloodshed by challenging the leader of the Qunari to a duel, although, she couldnt take all the credit as the only reason she won was because of the mage that she had with her. During the battle, he had secretly been healing her and increasing her energy, otherwise she wouldve been dead. Now, the mage, Anders, had his hands full with healing all the people left wounded from the battle. She had been at his clinic since the battle had ended, helping in whatever way she could even though she wasnt a mage. Now, she was finally on her way back to her estate to finally rest.

Once she made it back, she promptly asked Bodahn to draw her a bath. She quickly gathered her night clothes and made her way to the bathing chambers. Slowly she undid the clasps on her armour and peeled off her blood-soaked underclothes. Looking up, she saw her reflection in the overly large mirror that was placed opposite of the bath. From head to toe she was stained with patches of blood and grime. She hadnt bathed in days. Her eyes slid from her bloodied body up to her face to see a ghostly woman staring back at her. There were bags under her eyes from not sleeping for days on end and her eyes held an empty look. She didnt ask for this; Being the Champion. All she wanted was a way out. A way out for her and her family, but now, her family was almost all gone, and she was to blame for all of it. For Carver, her mother, Bethany. It was her fault that Carver had died – her mother even said so. She was the older sister; she shouldve done something, protected him. And then Bethany was taken by the Templars which again her mother blamed her for – with good reason. If she had taken Bethany with her into the Deeping Roads she wouldnt have been discovered. Then finally, the bittersweet death of her mother, which, if her mother was alive, would blame that on her as well.

Thinking too much, she looked away from the mirror in disgust. At herself, at her mother, at the blight that had sent them to Kirkwall. The only good thing that came of it was the friends she had made long the way. Verric, Aveline, and even Frenis. She thought about them as she slid into the bath. But the one person who kept her going the most was Anders. He had been trying his whole life to free mages from the abusive grasp of Templars. Whenever he wasnt helping her, he was with the sick and the wounded, using his magic for good. She didnt know how he did it. She was sure that he got to rest less than her, which meant that he would be more tired than her and she was already struggling with lack of sleep. But whenever she could, she tired to lighten the load for him, buying herbs when he needed – even going out and looking for them if necessary.

She had to admit, she had grown fond of the mage. Even with no sleep he was always ready for anything that she threw his way, whether that be fighting bandits or just wanting to talk. There were multiple nights that she would wander to the clinic if not to talk, then to just be in his presence. It had a way of calming her. She rested easier knowing that he was there with her. Some days she would talk about what was bothering her, while others he would be the one talking. Needless to say, their relationship benefited both of them greatly. If he wasnt so busy tonight she wouldve made her way over there to sleep. But she would be stuck in her bed alone tonight.

She sunk down lower into the water, enough to soak her blood crusted hair and washed it with the soaps that Bethany had gotten her for the last birthday she had. By now the clear water had turned a bright shade of red. She stepped out of the bath and dried herself, once again looking at her naked body in the mirror. Now that the she was clean; she could see every scar that she had received since she had started working in Kirkwall. They ranged from small to large, ugly to barley noticeable. So many for a woman who had only been alive for 23 years. She looked away from her reflection and sighed. Picking up her bloodied armour she quickly made he way to her bedroom and started to clean her armour.