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scarfacemarston · 8 months

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saw your post saying that you want ideas for Fenris, so here's my 5 cents;

You know the romance ending for Fenris? Whenever I see it and I hear Varric say "a hero was born" for some reason that makes me think that it is giving us the idea that Fenris has become a dad, soooooo, any thoughts on Fenris as a dad?

Have a good day/night

Hey! I LOVE that idea. Seriously, that is so heartwarming to think of. It's been months since I've written hc and I've never written for Fenris before, but I hope you like it! I have bonus hc's from the crew below the cut. Background: Despite being together for over several years since Act 3 and the fact that they might as well have been married, Varric and crew still found themselves surprised to hear that Fenris and Hawke were pregnant/adopting. "Broody with a Broody Jr on the way? I knew it'd happen at some point; you owe me 50 coppers, Rivani."

If pregnant - Hawke was initially worried Fenris would leave them because of their first night together, but he had proven himself loyal to a fault numerous times, the thought thankfully disrupted quickly.

Fenris is the worrying warrior until after the baby is born, or if adopting, til they bring them home. His mind is always going a mile a minute risk calculation and problem-solving for things that haven't yet happened. Hawke has to get him to snap out of it. He's extremely attentive partially because he tries to think about any possible situation and discomfort and how to avoid it. If Hawke is pregnant, he's ready, whether through ginger tea, soothing balms, hot towels, massages, craving outings, you name it.

It's not original, but the baby would definitely be named Bethany, Leandra, or Malcolm if it's a son. With adoption, he feels a little more in control. (I love the idea of Fenris having a daughter, so that's what I'm using her. Feel free to hc differently!)

The baby loves his voice. Adores it. She perks up whenever Fenris speaks, even if it's the quietest of murmurs or humming. Fenris would talk to the baby if his partner is pregnant, calming her down, especially if she starts kicking.

He doesn't mind getting up in the middle of the night to take care of her. He's lived on such little sleep before, but this was something worth it. He sometimes likes the quiet to reflect on his new life and gaze at the miracle in his arms.

Fenris has to be reminded to put her down sometimes so Hawke can hold her ---then Hawke has to be reminded to put down the baby so they can get work done.

Definitely lots of story time together and time spent reading books together.

He wants his child to be curious about the world and not be afraid to question why things are the way they are. He encourages her to ask difficult questions, even if it's something he doesn't always want to answer. He will try to answer in an age-appropriate manner anyhow.

Incredibly protective. He never thought he'd have a family, and now he has someone who depends on him more than anything. He is never far from her; if he can't chase after them, she's in a playpen where he can keep watch. However, he also tells himself that falling and making mistakes is okay. Scratched knees or messes are to be expected. Fenris becomes very good at toeing the line between being protective and allowing her to pick herself up and figure out solutions "by herself." (Of course, he'll still be there to kiss it better or give her a boost.)

He and Hawke agree that they'd rather gift her love and time than gifts.

Somehow, Fenris has ended up with an extra Malbari, 2 cats, and a goat as pets.

He teaches her a lot of skills, Lots of nature excursions, and teaches her things like navigation, plant identification, starting a fire, and helping her learn a language.

He and Hawke agree to teach her self-defense once she's old enough. He's a firm & thorough but patient teacher.

He and Hawke believe she should do whatever she pleases with her body. Does she want long-flowing hair? He'll show off his braiding skills. Does she want chopped hair like FemHawke? Done.

If she turns out to be a mage, Fenris would accept it. He would know that was a possibility whether she was biologically theirs - because of Hawke's mage line or, if adopted, that it is a randomized gene. He would be lying if he didn't think their lives would be easier if she wasn't a mage - but that is because he is worried for her and the current politics - not so much because of his past treatment of mages. It would take him a little time to process it, but he would love her just the same……….he only hopes that Hawke or one of their friends can help with the magic because turning the floor into an ice rink or the smell of burnt hair can only be tolerated for so long.

Bonus:

The Hawke crew isn't always around, but I like to hear them stay in touch and visit. Maybe they still travel together. I hated the idea of them breaking up.

Varric has most definitely written a few adventures with her in mind - one being a talking animal version of Hawke's adventures. Another about griffons and another about malbari adventurers.

Merrill brings the sweetest gifts and loves telling stories and taking her foraging. Flower crowns are a must.

Isabela develops a liking for stuffed plushies. It started with a stuffed parrot, and before they knew it, the bed was crowded with stuff like Malbari, parrots, griffon, cats, and whatever she could find. Isabela also gives her her first pirate sword. Baby Hawke loves her jewelry.

Aveline - mage or not - offers to train her in combat. Of course, Hawke laughs and says, "She's a baby. I think she's fine for now." She'd offer to babysit - Hawke having a child really has her curious about starting her own family with Donnic when they can find the time. Donnic makes her a set of cards so she can "play" diamondback with them.

Anders offers medical care if he is around and also offers to tutor her in magic - but I think we all know what Fenris' thoughts on that would be. Still, Fenris would begrudgingly be thankful for any care he provided.

#fenris x hawke #fenris x femhawke #fenris x m!hawke #fenris x f!hawke #Dragon age Fenris #fenris dragon age #marian hawke #garrett hawke #varric tethras #dragon age isabela #dragon age merrill #aveline vallen #dragon age anders #da2 #dragon age 2

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circtheeunbroken · 1 year

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i drew these two for valentine’s day and posted it to my twitter then remembered: oh shit right i have a tumblr! anyways this is my hawke syvonne and her emotional support dwarf husband best friend soulmate father of her beebs friend varric and i have very big feelings about the both of them. ‘when they drink, she talks and he listens.’ (varric is missing his scruff because he had a meeting with the guild and wanted to piss the kalnas off so he showed up clean shaven.)

#dragon age 2 #varric #varric tethras #f!hawke #hawke x varric #oc: syvonne hawke #circartssometimes #i love my blorbo and my daughter #they give me the feels #i know bioware has their canon but canon is a glass window and i am a rock

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fanfoolishness · 2 years

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Optimism (Dragon Age)

(Written for @calysto1395 for the @hightown-funk Hawke/Varric gift exchange! They had requested seeing what Hawke as the Herald might look like. Gifts have been revealed so I can post now!)

Marian Hawke's bad luck gets even worse when a mysterious green mark appears on her hand while the Breach roils the sky. Luckily a trusty dwarf is by her side to see her through it. 4700 words.

This? Was a disaster. And based on the massive green tear in the sky above, it was unfolding to be a disaster of utterly epic proportions.

Varric swore under his breath and patted down the front of his jacket, hoping he’d packed enough ink and vellum to get it all down. He felt the familiar weight of his writing kit and let out a sigh. At least one thing had gone right today; he’d packed his ink. The world would have to get slightly closer to ending before he’d forget that.

He glared up at the throbbing, searing wound in the sky, spilling ominous green light over everything. Including the wailing spirit-thing that had just materialized in front of him, moaning piteously as it floated over the snowy ground.

He hefted Bianca in his arms, nocking another bolt. He cast a glance at the elven mage beside him, hoping that together they’d be enough to take care of these things. But there was some kind of smaller tear in front of them, a tiny version of the monstrous wound in the sky, and it seemed as if it had other ideas.

“Beware the shades!” the elf shouted. “They’re coming from the rift!” Solas, Varric thought was his name, though to be fair Varric had scarcely been paying attention at their hasty introduction. His mind was elsewhere.

Where’s Hawke? Where the hell is Hawke? That explosion took out the Divine and half the Chantry. What if Hawke was at the wrong place at the wrong time?

But he couldn’t afford to think about that for long. There were demons to be slain and his own ass to save; for a moment the worry about Hawke disappeared, pushed deep into the background. Bianca sang, and the elf’s staff crackled with magics, and they fought desperately. Yet another shade joined the first, wailing just as loudly, and Varric swore again.

Until a burst of mage-fire twined with lightning sailed past him, and his heart leapt. That looked just like one of Hawke’s favorite spells --

He loosed a bolt into the burning shade, and the spirit vanished into nothingness. Varric whirled, laughing with delight.

“Brightside!” The familiar nickname spilled out before he could help himself. “I’d recognize that fancy fire anywhere. There you are! You know I was looking everywhere for you after the explosion?”

Marian Hawke grinned from the ledge above him, leaning heavily on a staff he didn’t recognize. She looked exhausted, but otherwise steady on her feet. Beside her was the Seeker, the one who’d had them both hauled here to Haven, and Varric’s relief suddenly shrank. Shit. What’s she doing here?

“More will come if we cannot close the rift,” Solas warned. He gazed up at Hawke, and there was something odd in his eyes, something cunning. “You. Quickly, before more come!” He beckoned, and Hawke’s smile vanished. She leapt down from the ledge, landing unsteadily on her feet, and joined the elf in front of the pulsing green tear.

“What do I --” she started, but Solas grabbed her by the wrist and thrust her hand into the air.

Her hand was -- wrong.

Green light, the same as the small rift before them and the vast chasm above them, rippled from her palm, even through the leather glove she wore. It reminded Varric of how Anders looked when Justice took him over, except he knew damn well Hawke had sworn to never have anything to do with spirits. The light in her hand, maybe a tear itself, flared and flashed -- the rift closed --

Solas dropped her hand and Hawke stared at him, clearly baffled. “What did you do?”

Solas looked both gratified and resigned. “I did nothing. The credit is yours.”

Hawke rubbed both hands together, but the green light remained. Not a spell, then, Varric thought. His stomach dropped somewhere into the vicinity of his boots.

“You mean this,” Hawke said ruefully, holding her left hand out in front of her.

Solas nodded, wearing a grave expression. “Whatever magic opened the Breach in the sky also placed that mark upon your hand. I theorized the mark might be able to close the rifts that have opened in the Breach’s wake – and it seems I was correct.”

The Seeker frowned at Hawke. “Meaning it could also close the Breach itself.”

Solas turned to Cassandra. “Possibly.”

Hawke stared at her hand, turning it over. Green shone faintly even from the back of her hand, though at least it wasn’t as blindingly strange as the light that emanated from the palm of her glove.

Solas spoke, and she visibly startled at his words. “It seems you hold the key to our salvation.”

Varric pushed forward into their conversation. Maybe he could rescue Hawke from their clutches if he could just figure out the right angle. He settled on sarcasm to start. “Good to know! Here I thought we’d be ass-deep in demons forever.”

Hawke laughed, laying her hand on his shoulder. He stiffened at her touch, his thoughts scattering at the sound of her familiar voice.

“Oh, Varric. I think we’re ass-deep in a lot of things right now. Trouble, mainly.”

“I no longer believe that it was you who opened the great rift in the sky,” said the Seeker begrudgingly. “You are not a prisoner.”

“For now, you mean,” said Hawke. “That wasn’t the case an hour ago.” She grimaced, rubbing her wrist.

“She did not do this,” Solas declared. “I cannot conceive of a mage possessing such power. If she had truly controlled whatever power caused this breach in our world, it would not have left her near death.”

Varric froze. Of course, after the Conclave explosion, he’d heard the rumors. Someone pulled from the Fade. Someone the mages had all done their best to save, until a nobody named Solas stepped in and got them stable. But he’d dismissed the rumors -- he’d been looking for Hawke in the camp, in the pub, anywhere but in the Fade.

“Near death? That was you?” Varric murmured, looking up at Hawke. She flushed, doing her best not to look back at him. Her hand trembled on his shoulder. “Maker’s breath, Hawke, I didn’t know.”

She gave him a forced grin. “Neither did I. First thing I remember after I saw you at camp that morning is waking up in shackles. Whatever happened, it gave me an absolutely wicked hangover.”

Cassandra and Solas began talking about the rift above them, and Varric used the opportunity to pull Hawke aside. He lifted her hand from his shoulder, cradling it in his own despite the green light dancing across her open palm. “Are you okay? What is this thing, Hawke?”

She flexed her hand stubbornly into a fist, her face brave, her eyes a little too bright. “Dunno what you mean,” she said with false, hearty cheer.

“Uh. That creepy green light glowing through your glove? You don’t think that’s a little unusual?”

“It’s a new fashion choice I’m trying out! Do you like it?” she attempted. He just looked at her. Her face fell, and she admitted, “I… don’t know what it is, Varric. But they think it made that. The Breach.” She lifted her face to the sky, and her hair shone with faint splashes of reflected Fade-light.

“We must press forward,” interrupted Cassandra. “Come. We are needed elsewhere, particularly if your mark can truly aid us against the Breach.” She raised one eyebrow at Hawke and Varric, and Varric hastily let go of Hawke’s hand. Wouldn’t do to start rumors. Baseless ones, anyway, he was pretty sure.

But Hawke’s gaze lingered on him a little longer than he’d expected, and he took a deep breath, wondering.

It was even more of a disaster than he’d thought, which was saying something.

They’d made it through the mountain pass to the ruins of the Haven temple, saving a group of spies along the way, pressing on as Cassandra had wanted. Solas had a plan, an idea to deal with the first rift that had opened, and it sounded like it might work.

Varric couldn’t argue. Neither did Hawke, even though they were both usually excellent at it. The Breach boiled the skies above them, wrong and horrible and everything Varric had ever hated about magical shit. They had to do what they could, he knew that. Even if there was a chance it wouldn’t work.

He’d managed to come to terms with that pretty quickly, all things considered. He’d even started to allow himself a tiny measure of hope, especially since Hawke had been able to close another rift successfully. They crept into the ruins of the temple, getting ever closer to the rift Solas said had started the explosion. How he could tell, Varric couldn’t guess, and he wasn’t about to ask.

They passed skeletons of ash, flames still flickering at the edges of what had been hands or eyes. The stench was like the ruins of Kirkwall’s chantry, a scent like drakestone, the char of flesh. Varric tried not to look at the remains of the poor bastards who’d been caught in the blast. He wondered again, how had Hawke survived?

But the question was driven out of his mind when he realized that things had, somehow, gone from bad to worse.

Red lyrium jutted out of the temple ruins, softly glowing with its own foul light. He stared at the clusters, pulsing in vermilion and scarlet as his stomach turned. Fuck, he could even hear it, a faint shrill whine he could sense in his ears and chest. Fuck. Fuck.

“Fuck,” said Hawke.

Varric almost laughed. Good old Brightside. “This isn’t the first time you’ve read my mind, you know.”

“And it shan’t be the last, if this all goes well,” said Hawke. She peered closely at the lyrium, then coughed. “Eurgh, awful. It makes me ill. I don’t understand how it could be here. I thought we’d seen the last of this dreadful stuff!”

“You and me both,” said Varric heavily. “I never wanted to see this again.”

“Perhaps it is but a sign of the blast,” Cassandra theorized. “Perhaps magic strong enough to tear the Veil could also do this.”

Solas shook his head. “This is like nothing I have seen before, even in the deepest reaches of the Fade. We must do what we can to close this rift.”

“Working on it,” said Hawke, but the green light in her hand blazed suddenly, and she doubled over with a gasp.

“Hawke!” Varric cried.

“It’s nothing,” she hissed, holding onto her staff for support. Her face was pale. “Let’s just -- let’s get through it. Buy me a pint after?” She closed her eyes, letting out a groan under her breath, and forced herself to straighten up. She wavered slightly on her feet.

Varric stared at her helplessly. Cassandra’s mouth thinned into a look of faint concern. Solas seemed as stoic as ever. Was he the only one who could see how bad this was?

“I’ll buy you six,” he managed, and Hawke smiled, looking wan and pale. That was something, at least. It wasn’t enough, but he’d take it. Maybe he’d try optimism for a change.

Anything for Hawke.

Optimism had been a terrible idea.

The demon that had leapt out of the rift hadn’t been a measly shade or a wispy bit of spirit. No, it had been a pride demon the size of a battle-tower, roaring a challenge across the field, brandishing a whip of pure lightning. But Hawke, his brilliant, headstrong, utterly insane Hawke had leapt forward with her magic flaring and her hand flashing, leading the charge.

The fighting was brutal. Bianca loosed bolt after bolt, and he crisscrossed the battlefield, laying down caltrops and scrambling out of the way whenever the thing got too close. Magic buzzed and flamed and cracked around them. Cassandra danced around the demon’s feet, drawing its ire.

But the demon was powerful, and the lightning whip lashed against them, knocking Varric to the ground. Lightning coursed through him and he writhed, muscles spasming against their will. Bianca clattered against the stones, and he struggled against the sparking whip, gasping for air, unable to call for help --

Cassandra let out a bellow of a battlecry, and the sound of steel rang clear across the field. The demon shrieked and fell to the ground with a terrible, shuddering blow. The lightning sparking in Varric’s chest vanished, and he sucked in precious air, his heart stuttering.

It had been defeated, finally. And from where he lay Varric could just make out Hawke, dragging herself upright, flinging her hand into the sky. She closed her fist --

There was a deafening sound like a clap of thunder, a shock wave that rolled through him. He blinked, gazing up at the stormy skies, trying to catch his breath.

The rift here at the epicenter had closed. He could see a faint greenish seam rippling in the very air where it had hung, a scar left behind. But the great rift, the Breach, still spooled threateningly across the distant sky. His eyes stung.

It wasn’t enough.

Struggling, he rolled over onto his chest and started to cough. He tasted blood. He reached for Bianca and pulled her close. Blearily he raised his head, searching for Hawke.

“Hawke!” he called, his voice faint.

Fifteen feet away Cassandra stood huddled over someone on the ground, someone who wasn’t moving. No. Varric staggered to his feet, lightning echoes still searing in his arm and chest, and limped to them. Maybe it was Solas, wounded --

His vision blurred. Hawke lay collapsed on the ground, still as death.

“Is she -- is she --”

Cassandra turned to him. Blood matted her hair, marred her mouth. “She is not responding.” She looked him up and down, squinting one blackened eye. “Varric, you’re hurt.”

He coughed again. “It’s a flesh wound. I’m fine,” he croaked. “Besides, like you’re one to talk.”

He sank to his knees beside Hawke, and reached out a trembling hand, cupping her cheek. “Damn it, Brightside. Wake up!”

But Hawke lay there crumpled, the green sparks in her hand faint at last, her face gray and slack. Panic seized him and he pressed his ear to her chest, only daring to breathe again once he’d realized she still drew air herself. He fell back, panting, and heard soft footsteps drawing near.

“We must get aid,” said Solas. His voice was tinny and small, sounding as if it was coming from very far away.

“They are badly wounded. We need a healer --”

Varric opened his mouth to argue, but a racking cough seized him. Black speckles crowded around the edges of his vision. Oh, shit, he thought, and then he hit the ground.

Varric groaned, rolling over in bed. He felt sore all over, especially in the chest and arm, but he had a vague sense that he was better off than he was before. He blinked, realizing that he was in an unfamiliar wooden cabin, in an oversized bed that wasn’t his.

“What the…” he mumbled. He glanced out the window, and realized the morning light was tinged in green.

The Breach.

Red lyrium.

Hawke.

He cast around the room, looking for any clues. A bedside table was cluttered with potions and bandaging supplies. A low fire crackled in the hearth across the room. And there, against the far wall —

There was a second bed across the room with a chair pulled up beside it. The person in the bed was rolled away from him, but he’d recognize that shock of dark hair anywhere -- not to mention the faint green light from the hand curled up on their side.

“Hawke,” he sighed. He gingerly scooted to the edge of the bed and slid down to the floor, cursing the height of human beds.

He pulled his blanket off to wrap around his shoulders. He’d been stripped down to his smallclothes — good thing modesty had never been one of his concerns — and in Haven’s mountain air he was freezing, even with the small fire in the hearth. He pulled the blanket closer to himself like a robe, and shuffled to the bed across the way, climbing stiffly into the tall chair at the bedside. His feet didn’t reach the ground, so he kicked them back and forth aimlessly.

He gazed at the back of Hawke’s head, his chest aching in a way that had nothing to do with lightning-burns.

“How do you manage to get yourself into these messes, Brightside?” he murmured. “And why am I always the damn fool tagging along?”

This was too much. They’d come here to try and put an end to the madness of the past few years, tell the Divine their piece once and for all, explain they hadn’t known what Anders was planning, point out all the ways they’d both tried to help Kirkwall through the years. The Seeker had promised that the Divine could clear their names if they were truly speaking the truth. After that, they were supposed to be able to go back home, sort things out, see their friends again. It was supposed to be a fresh start.

They weren’t supposed to be trapped here, with a mess far greater than anything Anders had ever done.

Varric hunkered deeper into his blanket, sighing. “I don’t know how I’m going to write this into my next book.” His words rang out into the quiet of the crackling fire and Hawke’s steady breathing. “It’s just not believable.”

“Mmm…” Hawke yawned. “What’s not believable?” She rolled over, gazing back at him through bleary eyes and mussed hair. Dark circles ringed her eyes, and a blue bruise shadowed her cheek. But there was color in her face again, and he thought she had never looked more beautiful.

“That this shit keeps happening to you,” Varric said, his face creasing into a broad smile. “Dammit, Hawke, it’s good to see you.” He reached out to tuck a stray strand of her hair behind her ear, and she closed her eyes for a moment, leaning slightly against his hand. He drew back.

She yawned again, rubbing her eyes. Then she spotted the green mark still faintly flickering from her hand, and she jerked it back as if she’d been burned. “Do you know,” she said drily, “I’d truly hoped this had all been a nasty dream?”

“Sorry, Brightside. I think it’s really real,” said Varric. “Weird shit and all. How are you feeling?”

“Mostly fine,” Hawke said, pulling herself up to a sitting position. Her blanket slipped, revealing the smallclothes she was wearing. She flushed, pulling her blanket back up over her chest. “Somewhat scantily clad. And I’ve got a splitting awful headache.”

“You and me both, on the scantily clad,” said Varric, lowering his blanket a little to show his bare chest. Glancing down, he realized there were still red burn marks lashing his torso. Magical healing only worked so well on dwarves. He grimaced and pulled the blanket back up hastily. “I guess that demon gave as good as it got.”

“Ugh, don’t remind me,” she muttered. “Like I said, I’d been hoping very much it was all a dream.” She frowned, brows knitting together in concern. “Are you all right? Those burns look nasty.”

He waved a hand. “They’re a lot better than they were.” He winced. “Someone’s done some healing magic, I think.”

“It never works as well for you,” she said quietly. “Don’t put on a brave face for my account, Varric.”

“Well, I could say the same for you,” he pointed out. “What about that? How’s it feeling?”

She glared at her marked hand, then poked her tongue out at it. “This doesn’t seem to hurt as much, at least, but I can’t figure out how I got the damn thing at all.”

“You still don’t remember?”

She shook her head. “I’m afraid not. It’s all still such a void. I can’t imagine any spell, any power I possess, turning into… this.” She took a deep breath, blinking back tears. “D’you think we’ll get a good story out of it, at any rate?”

“Not everything has to be a story, you know,” Varric said. “I know I’m one to talk, but this is almost too big for my kind of story.” He paused. “How are you doing? Really?”

“Really?” She hesitated, biting her bottom lip. “Oh come on, wouldn’t you rather I crack a joke and we can laugh like old times’ sake? No need to go all maudlin on you.”

Maybe she was right. Maybe he should let her put on her armor, the same sort he always wore when things got too tough, too much, too real; the armor he’d worn any time Bartrand came up, the armor he wore any time that he thought he ought to tell her how he felt. Maybe she was afraid to go without it. But if she never stopped wearing it — he’d seen what those last years in Kirkwall looked like, how it all weighed on her, and he knew she deserved better.

Maybe it’d be good for both of them to drop the armor.

Which was a far grander sentiment than what he actually said. The curse of being an author was that his interior monologue was often so much richer than what made it out of his mouth. Instead of anything poetic, all he came up with was, “Hey, it’s me, Hawke.” He gave her a lopsided grin. “You don’t have to bullshit.”

Hawke let out a long, tremulous breath. “Well, to be honest… I suppose I’m afraid.”

“I think you’d have to be crazy not to be,” Varric said. He moved a little closer to the edge of his chair, closing some of the distance between them. He shrugged. “We’re in way over our heads.”

She glanced at him, her eyes too bright. “I’m sorry, Varric.”

“You’re sorry?” Varric asked in surprise. “For what? For saving the day? Or at least, saving it enough for us to have another one? I’m not following, Brightside.”

“For getting us mixed up in all this!” she snapped. She grimaced, clenching her hand into a fist and biting her lip. “I thought if I came willingly to Haven with you and Cassandra that we’d be able to talk our way out of the Kirkwall business together, and we’d be able to clear my name and go back to Kirkwall in peace. I mean, as much peace as one could find with a war going on.” Her shoulders sagged. “But instead I’ve got myself all tangled up in whatever the Inquisition thinks it’s doing, I fear.” She shook her head miserably. “You at least ought to get out while you can.”

“Are you kidding me?” Varric snorted. “You don’t think I could have given Cassandra the slip in a hundred different ways on the way here? I could have left any time, Hawke. But I never would. Not if --” Oh, shit. This was getting close to the truth, wasn’t it? He stopped himself.

“Not if what, Varric?” Hawke asked. Her blue eyes were keen and luminous. She leaned toward him, tilting her head slightly to one side.

Words failed him. Maybe it was the fact that he was still lightheaded from his injury. Maybe he was just tired of skirting the issue, now that he’d nearly lost her. Maybe it was just that it was time to finally put aside the armor. The words tumbled out of his mouth, wholly unedited.

“Not if you needed me.”

“If I needed --” she began. She stopped, then said under her breath, “‘Always the damn fool tagging along.’ Oh.”

He waited for her to put the pieces together, and looked out the window, at the rising dawn, at the Breach, at anything but her.

“Varric…” Her voice rose in a giggly, slightly disbelieving accusation. “Look at me.”

He turned sheepishly back to her. His face felt as seared as if he’d been struck by lightning again. “Ahh, Hawke, don’t worry about it. Chalk it up to post-demon-fight delirium, if you will. No reason to mess up a good thing with a foolish dwarf’s infatuation.”

Hawke quirked an eyebrow at him. “Varric, I’ve never seen you blush so much. You’re a good liar, but even you trip up now and then.” She reached out and laid her hand over his, and his heart raced. A thought struck him, wild and incredibly unlikely.

“Weird thing is, Hawke, you don’t exactly seem surprised….”

She blinked, eyes bright again. “You daft fool, why do you think I really came along? They were going to court-martial you too. I came as much to clear your name as to clear mine. I could never have forgiven myself if something happened to you because of me, and it very nearly did with this demon, and well, just so you know, I’d tag along with you any day.” She grinned furtively. “It’s just, I’ve never quite figured out how to tell you.”

“Don’t pull my leg on this, Hawke. I mean it,” he warned, his stomach swooping. Shit. If she really means it -- shit!

“Have I ever lied to you before?” she asked, all trace of joking suddenly vanishing from her face. She looked nearly as nervous as he felt.

He opened his mouth to say yes, of course you have! But he realized that while he’d seen Hawke spin a thousand lies and half-truths through the years, that while she’d lied her ass off beside him to get out of more than one tight jam, she had never lied to him.

“Huh,” he stammered.

“I thought -- well, I don’t know, Varric, I assumed you’d only ever thought of me as a friend,” Hawke explained. “Or that you only had eyes for Bianca, wherever she might be.”

“Bianca’s more a memory than anything else now,” he said haltingly. “We closed that book a long time ago. But I thought — well, I thought you only saw me as a friend. I mean, you’re Hawke. You’re not exactly shy. If you felt otherwise, I figured you’d have said so.”

“Shy might not be the right word,” she mused. “Inept might be better. Or even just preoccupied, what with everything going on in Kirkwall.”

Varric nodded to himself, quietly astounded. Suddenly years of flirting and inside jokes and little touches here and there were clicking into place in a way they never had before. Damn. For a moment, they were both at a loss for words.

Varric finally broke the silence. “Uh, Hawke?” he asked softly.

“Yes?” She leaned in close to him. He could feel her breath on his cheeks, could count her dark eyelashes.

“We’re bad at this, aren’t we?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” she whispered. “This part’s going all right.” And she pressed her lips to his in a soft, searching, clumsy kiss.

He closed his eyes, reached out, drew her close. She sank into his arms, her mouth warm against his, her skin softer than he could have ever guessed. For a moment, there was no broken world outside, no Breach in the sky; there was just Hawke, and that was everything.

Time passed; he wasn’t sure how long. At last she pulled back slightly, leaning her forehead against his and chuckling quietly to herself. “I suppose that’s one way to render Varric Tethras speechless.”

He snorted, reaching up and brushing her soft cheek with his fingertips. “I mean, it could have been a fluke. Maybe we should test this theory of yours. I’ll volunteer.”

“A shameless ploy for another kiss, I see. It’s a good thing I like you,” Hawke declared. She let out a long, sweet sigh. “Varric, do you know, I almost feel like I could face anything right now.”

“You’re telling me,” said Varric. “Hey, if we can finally figure this out --” He gestured between the two of them. “-- then the Breach doesn’t stand a chance.”

“How optimistic of you,” she said cheerily. There was that Brightside smile, beaming, bold, beautiful, and just for him. How the hell had he gotten so lucky? Maybe he’d have to rethink the whole optimism thing. “All right then, Varric. You and me against the Fade. Are you in?”

He kissed her. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

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My Fenhawke Headcannon (for my Jane):

Fenris is broody and seems to be against touch because of his marks, but I like to imagine that once he gets closer to Hawke and says he loves her, he sort of likes it when she touches him. If she runs her hands down his arms or over his chest or touch his neck, he doesn’t react badly anymore and actually leans into it.

I just wanted to say that bc I’m craving Fenhawke content in this day.

#Fenhawke #dragon age #dragon age 2 #dragon age 2 Fenris #hawke x fenris #fenris x hawke #f!hawke x fenris #fenris x f!hawke #PLEASE F!HAWKE AND FENRIS!!!#I LOVE him OKAY? he’s so sweet and broody ahdbhnnng #yes Varric I’d have broody babies with him lol #love him and his dry tone when he makes a joke (Fenris I mean).#Jane finds it funny but always teases him for it.

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gayhawkelatehomicide · 2 years

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Alike In Sorrow pt. 2

Here's the next section of this! This one's a bit chonky but yanno. We're doing our best.

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Words: 1646

Rating: T for alcohol and swearing

Additional Tags: some Isabela lovin' in here, also Varric being the world's best bestie, more questionable coping mechanisms though this time there's less murder, Kiera be nice to Cole or I will turn this Inquisition around, brief cameo from my Trevelyan tho he's got his own problems

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"Liquor and laughing, sea salt spray and spices. She dances through the dark, daggers darting, dangerous and daring. Glint of teeth when she grins, leather boots and spilled ale, gold gleaming and her voice soft in the early morning. She misses you."

Kiera scowls at the kid. This time, he's materialized sitting on the other end of the table, feet on the bench. She's had about four drinks too many and was getting close to comfortably wasted, listening to the Chargers' raucous laughter and slowly relaxing into her corner chair. The noise and the smells are almost right, just missing the faint fishy tang you can never escape in Lowtown, and the sound of Norah complaining about the customers. Hawke was beginning to feel vaguely at home; any minute now someone would burst through the door with a problem only the Champion can solve.

Trust Varric's little mind reader to show up and ruin a decent drinking session. She's really going to have to have words with him about the kind of people he decides to adopt. First it was her—probably the best thing to ever happen to him—and his judgment has gone downhill from there. Merrill was kind of a mutual mistake, but Cole is a different issue entirely.

"Do you ever ask before you go rooting around in people's heads, or is that too much effort?" She asks, finishing her drink because if she's going to have a conversation with the spirit kid, she'd like to be drunker than this.

"I can only hear people who need me," he explains. She's not sure how she knows, because the hat still obscures most of his face, but he's watching the drinking with concerned disapproval. It's uncomfortably similar to how Varric used to watch her, in the months after the fight with the Arishok and Isabella's disappearance.

Hawke quirks a sardonic eyebrow at him, not feeling quite up to her usual witty repartee. "And I need you?"

"You're... sad. Hurt and hurting. Waiting, weighed down with wars you didn't win, too heavy to fly. People who need protecting. A hall with a hundred doors, each one locked by loss. A tower deep in the ground with barriers built by blood. Father's voice in the shadows. Some doors should stay shut. You think you let the darkness out, but it isn't your fault. None of it was your fault."

Kiera looks at him for a long moment, trying to summon up the energy to get mad. Her analogy about the closed doors in her heart isn't one she's ever spoken out loud, not even to Varric, and they haven't told anyone the details of her father's work with the Gray Wardens to bind Corryphyus. If she had any doubts that the kid was reading minds, they're gone now. She wants to be pissed that he's sticking his nose in her head and looking for the really painful stuff she locked away, but her own Maker-damned sense of fairness intrudes. He's only trying to help. And hell, maybe she needed to hear some of this shit. She sighs.

"So Isabela misses me, huh?"

"A swagger in her step like the swell of the sea, eyes distant as the horizon and just as beautiful, freedom feels like my ship under my soles and her sword-rough hand in my hand, Maker bring her back to me." His voice is rhythmic, like he's reciting something he memorized, but Hawke recognizes her lover's sentiments all the same. Isabela rarely says such things aloud, of course. The two of them don't need romantic words to understand how much they mean to each other. She knows Isabela worries when they're apart, because Hawke's conscience drives her into danger wherever she goes, but worrying has never been a good enough reason for either of them to change how they act. Still, she appreciates hearing it.

"I miss her too," Kiera hears herself mumble into her drink, which has been refilled by a passing barmaid. She didn't mean to say it. Something about this kid inspires her to uncharacteristic honesty. Better figure out how to quit that before someone notices.

"I know."

"She's not even here," Hawke rallies, sitting up straighter to squint curiously at Cole. "How can you read her mind from all the way in Llomeryn?"

He shrugs, a gesture which looks a little too stiff to be natural for him. "Her hurt touches yours."

"Huh."

Before she can come up with something else to ask—anything so they don't have to talk about Corryphyus and all the people she made it possible for him to hurt—a commotion at the door draws both of their attention. Inquisitor Trevelyan, Varric, and Warden Blackwall come trooping in looking like they've been dragged ass-first through Darktown, which means they were probably out looking for Maker-knows-what in that awful swamp to the southeast. She has a distant memory of listening to Varric gripe about the trip before leaving, and the vague impression that his lengthy absence might have something to do with her decision to get absolutely wasted. Regardless of her motivations, he's here now, so Hawke lifts a hand to wave him over, favoring the Inquisitor with a halfhearted salute.

Trevelyan returns it, bemused, then follows Blackwall to the bar. Varric changes course to join Hawke and Cole. Except now there's no Cole, and it's just Hawke sitting by herself at her corner table, looking drunk and a little pathetic. Varric coasts to a stop as soon as he gets close enough to be heard, staying well out of range of any potential retribution for his obligatory quip about the number of empty mugs she hasn't let the waitresses take away. (You learn to hang onto them, in the Hanged Man, if only as a way to keep track of how many you've had. Corrf likes to charge you for at least three extras if you don't count them yourself. Hawke usually lets him—it's not like she doesn't have the coin—but it's a hard habit to break.)

"We've got to talk about the company you keep, Varric," she beats him to the punch. Her words come out a little blurry, but she's sure he gets the gist.

"Oh, this I've gotta hear." Varric's worried expression slides easily into a practiced grin as he pulls up a chair. "You getting on my case for hanging out with crazies. Somebody alert the Empress."

She sticks out her tongue at him, with great dignity. "Your little..." Hawke waves a hand vaguely attic-ward, too drunk to come up with anything more polite than 'shit' and pretty certain that she'd get in trouble for saying it. "He keeps fuckin' around in my head."

An eyebrow goes up. "And you remember it? The kid slips through most people's memory like water."

"Prolonged exposure to Merrill and Anders," she suggests by way of explanation, though most of the syllables get lost on the way from her brain to her mouth.

Varric is, by now, an expert at translating her drunken slurring into coherent speech. "That might make sense if you squint. Good enough for me, but don't let Sparkler hear it. He'll haul you off for tests." He starts consolidating the empty cups into rows to make them easier to collect. "Maybe you can help me talk to Cole sometime. I can't keep most of our conversations straight unless he's trying real hard to be present."

"Nah, that's part of the problem," she squints over the rim of her most recent mug as she takes another hearty swig. "Can't really keep hold of what he said, just know I'm mad about it."

"Yeah, that sounds like you," Varric agrees in a tone somewhere between resigned and exasperated. "You know, Hawke, he's a spirit of compassion. He helps people work out whatever's eating them, and you've got more baggage than most people. A lot more."

"What, are you trying to imply I'm not a well-adjusted member of society?" Hawke grins, settling her chin on her arms to be closer to eye level with her best friend. It's harder to see him through the mugs from this angle, but her neck doesn't ache as much.

"No, no. I'd never spread such obvious slander," Varric assures her. "Just saying, maybe let the kid help. If he messes up too badly, you won't remember it anyways."

This seems like a sensible approach, so she nods without sitting up again. Hawke is awfully comfortable all of a sudden—since she stopped wearing her breastplate to the tavern it's much easier to slouch against the table without the gorget getting in the way. Her eyes slide shut. She's tired and drunk and warm, and she's just going to close them for a minute. Besides, Varric is here now and she can relax for the first time in days. Varric won't let anything happen while she rests. He'll wake her up if anything comes to burn down their city. It's safe.

She wakes up in her room, bleary and momentarily panicked, sitting bolt upright before the familiar smell of ink, leather, and Bianca's distinctive rail lubricant sinks in. Varric has his back to her—though Hawke doesn't for a moment make the mistake of thinking he doesn't know she's awake—and is humming softly to himself as he lovingly works oil into the wheels and wires of his crossbow. The windows are closed, the door is bolted, there's a fire in the grate, her boots are by the door, her armor is on its stand, and Hawke is tucked into her bed. The muscles in her shoulders relax. She lies back down, feeling the tension go out of her neck and forehead, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly a few times to force herself to calm down. Bethany taught her that, when they were very young. She's not alone.

It is safe.

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2024 Fic Reading Tracker - February

Well, I did it! I kept it up for another month. Wild. I made a masterlist for this here. There’s a link to a blank version of the tracker on the masterlist.

I ended up reading more fics (as in, separate entries on the tracker) in February in comparison with January, but the total word count was WAY lower. I felt like I was reading less all month, so I guess that makes sense. I also read a couple of books. Graphs and recs below the cut!

February Fic Reading Stats

# of fic reading instances: 150 Fun fact: 74 were rereads

# of words read: 1,441,366 (remember, this is way lower than January. lol)

Fics by fandom:

PPCU = Pedro Pascal cinematic universe

PPCU Fics by Pedro character:

A few recs

Just like last month, here are some fics I definitely recommend, chosen with a random number generator (1 through 150):

Adrift With You by @morallyinept Fandom: PPCU, Frankie Morales x OFC Jude, 120 words (up to ch 7), Rating: E I love Frankie and Jude, I love how they’re getting to know each other, I love the crisis they’re in, I love everything about this fic!

let’s get outta here, baby by @ilovepedro Fandom: PPCU, Frankie Morales x f!reader, 2.5k, Rating: E Established relationship Frankie for Valentine’s Day 🥰

Married Javier Peña series by @lokischocolatefountain Fandom: PPCU, Javier Peña x f!reader, ~45k, Rating: E I feel like I’m late to the game with this one but I love it?? A perfect Javi, so intimate, so hot.

Greatly Approved by damalur (ao3) Fandom: Dragon Age: Inquisition, Varric x f!Hawke, 42k words, 3 parts, Rating: M This is my favorite DA:I fic. I reread it a couple of times a year. This is my favorite (rare) pairing and I can’t handle how much I love them in this fic. They’re perfect. 💕

… see you at the end of March!

#fanfiction #fanfic #reading tracker #ppcu #bte 2024 fic tracker #frankie morales x reader #frankie morales x ofc #javier peña x reader #da:i fic

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WIPBB 2023 - Fic & Art Master List (# - L)

Below is the master list of all the bragging rights/posts that were posted to Tumblr and Dreamwidth, organized alphabetically by fandom from numbers to L. Please go show these people some love for all the hard work they did!

9-1-1

Beyond Appearances: Art (Evan Buckley/Sophia Diaz)

When You Say My Name: Fic | Art Post 1 | Art Post 2 (Evan Buckley/Eddie Diaz)

A Song Of Ice and Fire/Game Of Thrones

Watch the world burn; i set it all alight for you: Fic/Art (Jon Snow/Daenerys Targarean)

Angel: the Series/Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Deep Dark Sky: Fic (Connor/Dawn Summers)

Bungou Stray Dogs

half-time soulmate, full-time problem (so hold me like a grudge): Fic | Art (Nakahara Chuuya/Dazai Osamu)

Chalion Saga/World of the Five Gods

Penric's Last Ride: Fic | Art (Penric, Desdemona, the Bastard)

Criminal Minds

Half Broke Horses: Fic (Art On AO3) (Alex Blake/Emily Prentiss)

DC Comics

Batman

Fatherhood: Fic | Art (Implied Bruce Wayne/Jim Gordon)

right place, wrong time: Fic | Art (Tim Drake, Jason Todd, Damian Wayne)

Batman/Green Arrow

Grains of the Golden Sand: Fic (Dick Grayson/Roy Harper)

DC Comics (Batman)/Prodigal Son

9 Crimes: Fic | Art (Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Malcolm Bright, Gil Arroyo, Jessica Whitly, Jim Gordon, Harvey Bullock, Alfred Pennyworth, The Joker, Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson)

Dead Poets Society

Spotlight: Fic (Chris Noel/Ginny Danburry)

Disney

Disney's Descendants

And I won’t lie down, roll over, and die: Fic (Gil/Harry Hook/Uma)

Nothing in this world by myself to protect me: Fic (Jay/Carlos De Vil, Evie/Mal, Evie/Jay, Evie/Carlos de Vil, Evie/Jay/Mal/Carlos de Vil, Ben/Mal, Ben/Jay, Jay/Mal, Mal/Carlos de Vil, Ben/Evie)

Disney Fairies

Death at the Hollow: Fic/Art (Fawn/Nyx)

Encanto

A Single Thread of The Tapestry: Fic | Art (Camilo & Mirabel, Camilo & Mirabel & Mariano, Mirabel & Camilo & Madrigal family)

How do you know what your life is worth: Fic | Art (Camilo & Mirabel, Mirabel & Pepa, Isabela & Pepa, Isabela & Luisa, Luisa & Abuela & Bruno, Bruno & Camilo, Félix & Julieta, Agustín & Dolores, Félix/Pepa, Agustín/Julieta)

Doctor Who/The Picture of Dorian Gray/Torchwood

Passing Through: Art (Dorian Gray/Jack Harkness)

Dracula/Jane Eyre/Sherlock Holmes (ACD Canon)

A Field of Thorns: Fic (Sherlock Holmes/Dracula)

Dragon Age II

Kindling: Fic | Art (Fem!Hawke/Fenris)

Set Yourself On Fire: Fic | Art (Marian & Garrett, Marian & Carver, Marian & Varric, Referenced Fenris/F!Hawke and Anders/M!Hawke)

ER (NBC)

Touch and Go: Fic | Art (Abby Lockhart/Kerry Weaver)

Final Fantasy IV/Final Fantasy VI/Final Fantasy IX/Final Fantasy X

Magical Girl Rydia - Summon the Four Warriors of Light!: Fic On Dreamwidth | Fic On Tumblr (Rydia/Yuna)

Generation Kill

Bradley the Damned: Fic/Art (Brad Colbert/Nate Fick, Walt Hasser/Ray Person)

Good Omens (TV)

The Rain We Thought Would Last Forever and Ever (Remix): Fic (Art On AO3) (Aziraphale/Crowley)

Harry Potter

Black House Will Rock: Art (Hermione Granger/Bellatrix Lestrange)

Repertum: Fic/Art (Harry Potter/Severus Snape)

Harry Potter/CSI/Hocus Pocus

And now you're mine: Fic (Harry Potter/Greg Sanders)

Harry Potter/DC Comics (Batman)

Reflection: Fic/Art (Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Rubeus Hagrid, Original Characters)

It (2017/2019)

faraway look: Fic (Bill Denbrough/Mike Hanlon)

Jak And Daxter

alien lands (overflowing with dust): Fic/Art (Jak/Daxter, Jak/Sig, past Damas/Sig)

The Red Prison: Fic/Art (Errol/Torn, Jak/Ashelin)

Jane Austen/Temeraire (Naomi Novik)

To the Rigor of Service: Fic/Art (Elizabeth Bennet & Charlotte Lucas, pre-Anne Elliot/Frederick Wentworth)

Jujutsu Kaisen

Phantom Origins: Fic | Art (Itadori Yuuji/Yoshino Junpei, Yoshino Junpei & Yoshino Nagi, Fushiguro Megumi & Kugisaki Nobara, Fushiguro Megumi & Kugisaki Nobara & Yoshino Junpei, Iguchi Takeshi & Itadori Yuuji & Sasaki Setsuko)

Knives Out

No Charm Equal: Fic (Benoit Blanc/Marta Cabrera)

Kuroko no Basuke

Three Little Words: Fic (Kasamatsu Yukio/Kise Ryouta)

Last Binding Series (Freya Marske)

The New Blyth Traditions: Fic (Robin Blyth & Maud Blyth, Robin Blyth/Edwin Courcey, Maud Blyth/Violet Debenham)

League of Legends: Arcane

bring me java, bring me joy: Fic | Art (Caitlyn Kiramman/Vi)

Lord of the Rings (Book)

both the sweet and the bitter: Fic On Dreamwidth | Fic On Tumblr (Arwen Undómiel, Elrond Peredhel, Bilbo Baggins, Original Characters)

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psalacanthea · 2 years

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Chapters: 6/6 Fandom: Dragon Age (Video Games), Dragon Age - All Media Types, Dragon Age II Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Female Hawke/Varric Tethras, Hawke/Varric Tethras Characters: Dorian Pavus, Feynriel (Dragon Age), Fenris (Dragon Age), Merrill (Dragon Age), Anders (Dragon Age), Justice (Dragon Age), Fade Spirit(s) (Dragon Age) Additional Tags: Fade Dreams, Grief/Mourning, Long-Distance Friendship, Slow Build, Best Friends, Amnesia, Psychological Trauma Summary:

A small fic of Hawke trying to find her way back, while not losing everything she is.

At the depths of her despair, she finds her best friend to lead her from nightmares back to a possible future. But when her friend can't dream and she can't find her way to the waking world, how will he ever guide her back home again? Will she be trapped here forever?

And is this person she has come to depend on even him, or something wearing his face?

DAI spoilers: Hawke in the Fade, trying to escape after fleeing from the Nightmare. Not everything is as it seems.

...

Officially complete at 6 chapters, just posted the last two of them! I hope if you read, you enjoy!

#Complete Fic #Varric x Hawke #Varric x f!Hawke #Dragon Age fanfic #post-canon #Hawke in the Fade

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- What His Lyrium Whispered

Fenris x F!Hawke

Warnings: Violence

Read it AO3! https://archiveofourown.org/works/43572516

Fenris feels like the whole world is coming down on him.

Reality tears at the seams like wet paper and the ugly stone walls of the Viscount’s Keep feel ready to topple like falling trees. None of this feels real; yet the blood hammering in his head tells him otherwise. The panic gutting his stomach like a blade making him near manic.

He’s used to spiralling internally. Maintaining the stoic safe zone for others to rely on when the situation becomes dangerous. But in this moment, watching as Hawke struggles for air against the ironclad grip of the Arishok’s hand clenched around her throat, he can’t maintain this facade any longer.

He can see the cracks deepening in the stone pillar she’s been thrust against. Used like an object - he’s shocked her damn spine hadn’t snapped. Or perhaps it had, there was no way for Fenris to know, to check on her. He steps one foot in this arena, the whole room will descend upon him like wolves.

He can feel their eyes on his back, dangling along his spine like spider legs. The other Qunari stand like watchful statues all around them unmoved by the torture. Yet he feels as though they are just waiting for him to move. To finally snap. At this rate, Fenris fears they will get what they want…

“Elf…”

The twisting expressions tearing apart Hawke’s face were enough to make him frenzy. That startled look of realisation - that there’s no way she’s getting out of this one - strikes at his heart as surely as a blade. He wants desperately to rush in, to unleash his fury on the Arishok. Make him regret ever laying a hand on her. But he knows that won’t save her…

The flash of memory over their last words; their last moment alone - and he’d left. Left her naked and alone in cold bed sheets as he stormed into the night. Pushed each and every attempt she’d made to pull him back, to have them talk about this. He left things unsaid, unanswered, and unsatisfied. Foolishly thinking there’d be time, another moment to explain, a distant future where he could be enough and ready.

And now he watches the colour drain from her face, her eyes bulging with horror, mouth twisting in agony. She’s everything to his world, to his heart, and he’s watching her die slowly right before him and everyone else she loves.

“Fenris!”

Varric. Fenris tears his gaze from the horror and across his shoulder. His teeth ache with how tight his jaw is, eyeing the dwarf who’s suddenly got a firm grip on his wrist.

“You can’t,” He’s never heard Varric beg. And frankly Fenris never wishes to hear it again. It reminds him how fucked everything is that the dwarf can’t find a reason to smile. That he too has lost hope that Hawke will have something up her sleeve this time…

Fenris looks down, startled as he realises. Despite intending to remain behind the line. He’s now standing on it. Teetering dangerously close to crossing it. Hearing movement, he sees the Qunari around them - their hands suddenly gripping the spears on their backs. Eyes daring him to step further.

Qunlat reaches his ears then, hot and spitting. He watches as the Arishok’s face pulls into pure rage as his already impossibly forceful grip winds all the tighter around Hawke’s throat. To the point Fenris sees his grey knuckles burn white. Lifting her up only to slam her back into the column, as if testing if she was still kicking. Her body thudded on impact horribly. He had taken all his outrage on her - holding her up as the city he had been stranded in. The city he had tolerated like a flesh-eating parasite gnawing away at him. His anguish cut deep into her skin in angry red lines dripping down and down…

He’d beaten her bloody, but his own body ran red with the myriad of cuts and gashes inflicted by the quickness of Hawke’s sword. But in the end…it wasn’t enough.

“No, no, no…” Isabela is the next one to be forcefully pulled back by Varric. Only just catching her, Varric lets Fenris go as he needed both hands to force her back.

“He’s going to fucking kill her!” Isabela cries out, struggling in Varric’s grip.

“Rivaini no!”

“Look at her! Look!” Her voice rings throughout the hall, pulling even the Arishok’s attention briefly. Who regards Isabela with nothing. Face stoic and unreadable, hardened like he was sculpted from stone. If he felt any remorse for giving Hawke such an agonising end, he didn’t show it. Deep down however, Fenris wondered if he felt enlightened by the thief’s reaction. Emboldened by his idea of swift punishment for stealing the Tome of Koslun.

Between Isabela’s frantic shouting, the mingled outcry of onlookers, and the rest of Hawke’s group looking on in pure horror. Fenris feels his sanity slipping.

It’s only when Hawke uses what little strength she has to place her hand on the Arishok’s arm - as if that would stop him - that finally breaks him.

And in the end, when her near lifeless gaze reaches his, and she still somehow fucking smiles, as if to reassure him. He looks away.

He can’t watch her die like this. And it makes him feel sick. The woman he had loved and abandoned only two days ago. The woman who had given him a place to call home, who made him feel seen, wanted, heard, and who he left like it was nothing. The woman whose affections he had never deserved since day one…and he couldn’t even give her the satisfaction of looking back at her in her final moments.

His heart is tearing apart, splitting open like a gushing wound. He’ll bleed out on the floor, and walk out of this Keep a husk of his former self. Suddenly he’s that elf in the dense fog of Seheron. The blood of comrades sticky on his skin, unable to even offer the respect of gazing upon the faces of the friends he had just decimated upon demand.

“Vat!”

A roaring gush, like the opening maws of a dragon, cracks the room apart.

The Arishok suddenly stumbles back. Clawing at his wrist wildly - the distinct smell of burning flesh filling Fenris’s nose - as Hawke’s body slumps against the ground.

The Arishok mumbles curses in Qunlat - phrases Fenris can’t begin to decipher amidst the groans and hisses as he holds his wrist. Smoke trailing from a patch of pink skin. Fenris thinks he’s missed something, brain lagging from the hysteria of losing Hawke. Until…

Hawke moves, slowly rising to her knees - the skin of her palms rippled from burns as smokey tendrils wave. As a small glow emits around Hawke’s form, Fenris spots that her fingers are moving. Tracing strange shapes…the same way that Anders does when he’s working in the clinic in Darktown…

Fenris stops breathing as she stands - her wounds healed but still red raw - spitting out a chunk of blood as she stares down the Arishok. Her face pulled into pure manic ecstasy as she extended her arms outwards - as if to taunt him.

“Y-You…are Saarebaas?” The Arishok picks his axes from the ground. Eyeing Hawke with disdain.

“Yes,” She breathed, like she had finally released a breath she’d been holding for a long time.

She’s a terrifying sight. Her palms are scarred; the skin rippling from the fire. Her nose bridge split open like her face was torn in half as blood spills across her nose and down to her jaw. Clothes sopping wet from her wounds. Yet she smiles - teeth blood red - like a demon descended from the Fade…

Fenris feels cold suddenly. Witnessing the woman he had fought beside for three years, the woman he had laughed with and talked to until the early hours of the morning. The woman he loved and laid with - now practically exuding magic. In this moment, she was magic. Untamed and wild; no staff to shape and conjure the fade into controllable elements, but pouring her determination to survive into reality like a crashing wave.

All this time he thought her to be a warrior like him. Built and locked into the waking world - relying on the physical to maintain strength and skill. But no, she was born to expel elements beyond the common man’s understanding. Born to manipulate and take. All this time when she touched him, his lyrium would thrum as if attuned to something. He thought it resonated with his love for her, his lyrium veins quivering for all the feelings he harboured. They were one after all.

But no. They were warning him. Whispering that magic was near the entire time.

“You lie,” The Arishok spits on the ground.“You dare engage in a duel with me, Sarebaas?!”

“Is that you forfeiting?” Hawke spits out more blood. “Does the Arishok claim defeat against a Southern mage?”

When she speaks, Fenris notes the other Qunari sharing glances with each other. The Arishok too seems to clock this, looking all around him. Fenris knows he did not view Hawke as a woman, to engage in a duel with one is unheard of for the Qunari. But he still respected her. With this revelation…Hawke has well and truly removed any ounce of humanity he might have once held for her….

He fears that. Amidst the anger he feels over her sick lies, he fears what he’ll do now.

The Arishok spins his axe in hand, rolling his boulder-like shoulder.

“No,”

Hawke’s face is firm, as if she had wished for nothing more. Nodding once in silent confirmation. She turns to her companions, but distinctively avoids him.

“Anders, your staff,” She says.

Fenris watches Anders, who freezes for a moment in shock, before slowly walking over to Hawke. He grips his staff firmly even as she tries to take it. And Fenris feels his blood boil as they exchange words, Anders taking hold of her shoulder and squeezing it.

Then he turns away. And it feels like he too avoids looking at him as Hawke slams the bottom of the staff into the ground.

She holds it with confidence. The staff like a third arm, as she settles into a battle stance…..

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Partner Swap (Day 2)

Isabela x Zevran & Fenris x Fem!Hawke

Description: Smutember Day 2!!! (Just pretend it's 2 days ago it's fine) Before Zevran leaves after killing the pursuant Antivan Crows, he offers a proposition to the Champion of Kirkwall. Fenris outright refuses, but Isabela is more than ready. Hawke can’t deny her attraction to the former assassin, and she’s seen Fenris’s gaze linger on their pirate companion more than once, so she offers a proposition.

Warnings: SMUT (18+ only, Minors DNI!!!) vaginal sex, fingering, oral (F and M receiving)

A/N: this is the first time I've written for Dragon Age in like... 7? 8 years? It was nice to go back to some of my fanfiction roots. But as with all of these prompts, it's mostly unedited. Just pure word spewing.

Word Count: 3876

“That depends. How much do you want to test that luck of yours?” Fenris’s gaze was that of cold steel as he stared down the Antivan elf in front of them, the sand crunching under his boots as he stepped forward possessively. Hawke huffed quietly to herself in mild frustration as her lover shot down the proposition before she’d gotten a say herself, shooting him a glance out of the corner of her eye.

Hawke was by no means unfaithful. She just grew up with a starkly different idea of what sex meant in the terms of a relationship, and she was more than a little excited to find a kindred soul in Zevran. The adrenaline of the recent fight was still pumping through her veins, and she’d be lying if she hadn’t fantasized about a few different scenarios upon being asked such a question.

“Well if you lot aren’t going to fuck him, then I suppose I will,” Isabella offered bluntly as she walked up from behind the two of them.

“Ah, Isabela! It would be my pleasure,” Zevran replied with a curt bow of his head.

The pirate rolled her eyes at his gesture. “There better be some pleasure in it for me as well, or I won’t be sticking around for long,” she chided as they began to walk away. “I’ll catch up with you all later!” she called back with a wave of her hand.

Hawke crossed her arms with a grimace, disappointed in the outcome but not wanting to show it too much on her face.

“That girl has curious standards,” Varric observed, breaking the awkward silence in the group.

Hawke shrugged her shoulders. “I can kind of see it.”

Fenris stepped in front of her, looking at her as though she’d grown a second head. “You can’t be serious?” he snapped.

“What can I say?” she retorted, gesturing to him, “I have a type.”

He snarled at that. “Don’t even think about comparing me to him. We are nothing alike.”

Hawke cocked her head to the side, holding up a fist as she started counting on her fingers. “Tall, lithe, handsome, mysterious, sharp features, puppy eyes-”

“There are no puppy eyes,” he interrupted with a bark.

Varric chuckled as he watched their spat. “She’s got you pegged there, Broody.”

Fenris’s head snapped towards him, staring daggers at the dwarf as the lyrium flared in his markings with their telltale blue glow.

Varric raised his hands defensively, slowly backing away. “Alright, alright. I’ll be over here. Let you guys work this out,” he stated, heading over to one of the newly vacant tents left by the Crows.

“Fenris, what is your problem? It’s just sex,” Hawke complained. “Two attractive people appreciating each other’s attractiveness.”

His icy stare was redirected at her as his hands balled into fists. “Just sex? So did we just have sex then?” There was a hint of betrayal in his voice that made Hawke’s heart clench.

“Of course not!” she reassured, taking his hands in hers. “You’ve always been more than that to me. You know that.”

“And what if this Crow becomes more than just sex?” he asked, his tone laced with worry as his gaze softened. Ah. There were the puppy eyes.

Hawke sighed, shoulders dropping slightly. “Do you want more than sex when you look at Isabela?” She couldn’t help but snort when his eyes flashed open in defiant surprise. “Don’t think I haven’t noticed you staring. It doesn’t bother me, you know,” she spoke softly as she brought a hand up to brush his cheek softly.

Shamed, he avoided her gaze and turned his head to the side. “Hawke, I…”

“Hey,” she stopped him as she rested her hands on his shoulders. “How about we forget all this, and…” she gave him a little wink as she nodded her head in the direction of their departed companions, “go take care of some of our more… unique desires?” She bit her lip as she stared at him, waiting for him to meet her gaze again and consider her proposal.

He pursed his lips and furrowed his brow in thought for a moment as Hawke waited with baited breath. Blinking slowly, he finally looked back up at her.

“Just sex?” he asked, face twisting slightly as the unfamiliar concept left his lips.

Hawke nodded. “Just sex.”

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Fenris had his hand firmly clasped around Hawke’s as they strolled between the rocky outcrops towards Zevran and Isabela’s tent. It looked rather spacious, likely something akin to a commander’s tent or whatever the Antivan Crow equivalent might be. Before they had even rounded the corner towards it, his face began to heat up as he heard Isabela practically screaming Zevran’s name like a prayer.

He moved to turn around and go back whence they came. “Perhaps this was a bad ide-”

Hawke gripped his hand tighter and pulled him into her, crashing her lips to his. Instinctively, his other hand clawed at her waist and held her fast against him. The familiarness of her taste, her plush lips against his own, coupled with the sounds of the nearby lovemaking began to set a fire ablaze in his loins. He growled into her mouth and released her hand to grab the back of her head, lacing his fingers through her hair and pulling slightly. Hawke gasped against his lips as she smirked at his roughness.

“I think this was a great idea,” she teased, bringing a hand to cup his already hardening cock through his skin tight pants.

Fenris retaliated by biting her bottom lip, tugging it slightly as he angled his head to better devour her. They were so absorbed in themselves and feeling each other that they had yet to notice the moans subsiding and the flap of the tent opening next to them.

“Oh? Looks like we’re not the only ones having fun after all,” Isabela chortled as she watched the two of them.

“I’ve always been told I have a way with my lovemaking, but never did I think I could have this effect on others,” Zevran chuckled, lounging brazenly with his half hard cock out on display and Isabela’s slick decorating his face.

Fenris and Hawke snapped back to reality and pulled away from each other quickly, startled by their new voyeurs.

“Don’t stop on our account,” Zevran teased as he began to stroke himself. She stammered and struggled to say something in return, but Hawke’s eyes couldn’t help but be glued to the motions of his hand. Zevran took notice and raised a brow at the realization. “Unless you see something you like after all…?”

Meanwhile, Fenris was fighting for dear life to look Isabela in the eyes and not at her ample bosom. She chuckled and swayed her breasts back and forth, biting her lip as she gazed up at him through her long lashes as his Adam's apple bobbed with a gulp. “I think they both do, Zev.”

Hawke cleared her throat, suddenly feeling incredibly parched. “I, that is, we would like to erm… join you both?” she offered shyly. She felt herself getting weak in the knees at the sight of the assassin naked as the day he was born. “But we would like to, well,” she swallowed, gathering her thoughts, “we’d like to switch if that’s alright?”

“My dear Champion, I’m afraid I do not catch your meaning,” Zevran replied with a sly smirk as he ran the pad of his thumb across the tip of his dick.

“I would have Isabela, if you would have Hawke,” Fenris finally spoke up, now openly staring at the pirate’s chest.

“Oh! Now you are speaking my language!” Zevran chimed before gesturing at the two of them, “but you are both far too dressed for the occasion!” He stood up and strolled up to Hawke, taking her chin between his thumb and forefinger. “Do not fret, my angel. I am rather skilled in the disrobing of others,” he whispered with a wink.

Hawke felt frozen in place as her eyes traced the contours of his face. Zevran chuckled as he began to unclasp the buckles and unravel the straps of her outer armor.

“So tense! This should be a time for relaxation.” He placed a kiss upon her soft lips, earning a soft whine as he copped a feel of her chest through her clothes while discarding her breastplate. He was seemingly an expert at both removing clothes as well as turning every delicate touch into a sensuous caress that sent heat straight to her core. He buried his face in the crook of her neck as he continued lower, sucking on a spot behind her ear as she keened.

Fenris’s ears twitched at hearing the pleasured sounds of his lover, somehow only turned on further by them as he began to approach Isabela. She stood up in front of him, placing a hand on his chest as she ran it lazily across his body while she walked around him. Pressing herself against his back, she danced her fingers across the planes of his chest and stomach, slowly trailing them lower. Fenris groaned at the feeling of Isabela’s breasts through the thin leather of his armor. He hissed as her fingers traced the outline of his cock while her other hand began to remove his armor as well.

“Oh my, I knew you would be a big one,” Isabela giggled as her breath tickled his ear. She pulled away from him to finish removing his upper armor, whistling as the taut muscles of his chest and back were revealed to her. “Hawke! It should be a crime to keep all of this to yourself,” she chastised jokingly as she immediately began to run her hands along his body again. She followed the lines of his tattoos with her finger, and they thrummed with a gentle glow at the attention.

Breaking out of his initial fog, Fenris began to reciprocate her touch. His eyes followed his hands as he felt the smooth skin under his fingers. He pulled her in by the waist, earning a soft squeak of surprise as his lips met hers. She tasted like spiced wine and smoke, and she was definitely more experienced at kissing than Hawke was. One of his hands reached up and palmed her breast, grunting into the kiss as he felt himself strain against his trousers.

Zevran had already led Hawke back into the tent, lying her down against the bedroll as he began to roll her pants down her legs with tantalizing slowness. She braced herself up on her elbows as she watched him, entranced by the way his every movement was stoking the flames of her arousal. She knew she would be dripping even before he removed her smalls but gasped all the same as the cool breeze of the open tent blew against her sopping core.

“My,” he admired as he stared at her openly as her chest heaved, “I have had many a conquest in my time, but you are sure to be one I will think back on often.”

Hawke blushed as he hovered over her, cock hanging low just above her entrance. He stopped for a moment, pondering something as Hawke lie back in wait. His eyes darted about the spacious tent before stopping on what appeared to be a large mirror in the far corner.

“Ah, yes. That will do.”

Isabela broke away from the kiss to watch her Antivan friend as he positioned the mirror in front of himself and Hawke. “Your vanity never ceases to amaze, Zevran,” she chastised as she fell to her knees in front of Fenris.

“This is just as much for me as it is for our lovely Champion!” he retorted. “It is only fair she gets to see both my beauty as well as hers during our coupling.”

Hawke blushed as he returned to her, offering her a hand for her to sit up. She complied and he pulled her into a kiss, his hands grabbing her ass as he squeezed the ample flesh in his fingers. He opened his eyes for a moment to watch in the mirror the way his nimble fingers groped her backside.

Fenris’s eyes widened as he watched the pirate drop in front of him, watching as she began to pull his pants and smalls down in one go. His cock bent uncomfortably for a moment before bobbing free and at attention in front of her face. She hummed contently before taking him in hand, stroking him languidly as his head fell back for a moment. When her mouth enveloped the tip of him, he let out a low, throaty moan.

“My, your lover truly makes the prettiest noises,” Zevran observed as he motioned for Hawke to turn around towards the mirror.

“Wait until you hear the way he growls,” Hawke replied as she reminisced about their previous sessions. “I swear I could cum from just his voice alone,” she chuckled.

“Now that I would pay to see, my dear,” he laughed as he massaged his palms into her shoulders and back. He reached his hands around to cup her breasts, relishing in the way her breath hitched when he tugged on her nipples. His cock nestled against the curve of her ass as he began to grind into her, trailing one hand down as he teased a finger at her wetness. She whimpered in his hold, bringing a hand up around his neck as the other held fast to his wrist as he toyed with her folds. He circled two of his fingers around his clit, making her buck into his hand as he peppered kisses along her shoulder and neck.

Fenris braced a hand against Isabela’s head as she took him fully into her mouth, sucking on him with wet, sloppy sounds as she leaned her hands on his thighs. He thrust into her lightly, not wanting to gag her, but found it harder and harder to control himself as she did her best to swirl her tongue around his shaft and licked at the tip with every thrust out. His fingers threaded themselves through her hair as her bandana slipped off, and he watched as she stared up at him, enraptured as she was by the way his face contorted in pleasure.

She pulled off him suddenly with a pop, laughing at his confused expression. “As much as I’d love to swallow every last drop,” she began, noting the way his eyes darkened at her words, “I’d much rather feel every last inch of you inside of me.” She stood up, taking his hand in hers as she led him back into the tent with Zevran and Hawke.

Zevran had already lined himself up with her entrance, sliding into her as he gently pushed her back forward and encouraged her to position herself on all fours. She keened at the feeling of him stretching inside her, her arousal amplified as she watched herself in the mirror and saw the way Zevran’s jaw dropped slightly.

Isabela twisted them around as they approached the adjacent bedroll, nearly throwing Fenris to the ground on his back as she straddled on top of him. She wasted no time as she positioned herself over him, sinking down onto his cock as she let out a moan at the feeling. Fenris was speechless, brow furrowing as he instinctively placed his hands on her hips. She bounced up and down on him, breathy moans spilling out of her mouth with every thrust.

“Hawke,” she gasped out between thrusts, “I say this with all the love in my heart, but-Oh! Fenris, fuck,” she interrupted herself as he began snapping his hips up into her from below, hitting a spot that made her eyes roll back, “you are a greedy whore for keeping him all to yourself until now.”

Hawke giggled between her own whimpers as Zevran began to fuck her. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from the mirror, locking eyes with him as he grinned devilishly at her. He leaned forward, pushing her further down to the ground until her chest was flush with the blankets.

“Give me your arms, sweetheart,” he commanded, and she complied as she balanced her weight on her head and shoulders long enough to reach her arms back behind her. Zevran grabbed her wrists in his hands, pulling her towards him and using them as leverage as he began to fuck her harder. Every thrust was hitting her perfectly and she was almost certain she was seeing stars.

“Oh! Fuck! Zevran!” She couldn’t hold her voice back any longer as she began to scream his praises, her head thrown back as her hair fell in her face.

Zevran huffed with his exertions as he lost himself to the pleasure, watching in the mirror as her breasts bounced in time with the snapping of his hips.. “There are those sweet angelic noises I yearned for,” he chuckled as he picked up his pace, sweat beading on his forehead.

Fenris turned towards Hawke, watching the way her lips parted with each gasp and moan. She felt his gaze on her and glanced at him from the corners of her eyes with a love drunk smile that he couldn’t help but return.

“I hope you haven’t forgotten about me so quickly, Fenris,” Isabella chided as she braced her hands on his chest. Her breasts hung in front of his face as her ass bounced up and down with a renewed vigor.

“As if you’d ever let anyone forget about you,” he shot back as he grabbed one of her breasts in his hand and sucked her nipple into his mouth. She gasped as her pace stuttered, and he snaked his other hand between her legs to toy with her clit.

“Shit!” Isabela cursed, feeling herself getting close. Fenris felt the way her walls fluttered around him and knew he couldn’t hold on much longer either. While laving his tongue around her nipple, he adjusted the angle of his thrusts until he knew from her keening that he’d hit the right spot, hammering into it while pleasuring her clit until she was seeing stars. “Shit, fuck, shit! Fenris!” she nearly screamed his name as she came around him, her whole body shuddering as she nearly fell on top of him.

He pulled away from her chest as he wrapped his arm around her waist, holding her flush to him as he pounded into her from below. Almost animalistic growls were drawn from his lips as he chased his own release, flipping them over halfway through so that she was beneath him as he continued. Isabela couldn’t help but be enamored by the way he bared his teeth in a snarl and screwed his eyes shut as he focused on the pleasure. His tattoos glowed brightly, flashing fiercely as his thrusts began to falter. He pulled out of her quickly, moving to take himself in hand until she swatted him away with her own and began stroking him fervently. His eyes flashed open as he watched her, huffing before finally cumming hard all over her stomach and tits. A rope of it landed on her lips and she licked it off, winking at him as she did so.

Zevran, never one to be shown up in acts of a sexual nature, yanked Hawke up by the arms so that she was on her knees with her arms and back flush against his chest. His thrusts never ceased and he used the new angle to capture her wrists in one hand while the other moved to rub her clit. He buried his face in the crook of her neck as he kissed and sucked marks into her skin.

“So beautiful,” he breathed as she whined and whimpered under his ministrations. “I can feel you getting close.” He looked over to Fenris who was watching her, completely enraptured by the sight of her completely losing herself on Zevran’s cock. “Would you like to assist her, my newfound friend?”

Hawke found it difficult to speak as she was left powerless and subject to his manhandling, and her head was spinning from the pleasure. Sure enough, she could feel the knot building in her core as he kept hitting her just right, but it wasn’t quite enough. She peeked through one eye just in time to see Fenris approach and he took her head in both hands, kissing her passionately as Zevran continued pounding into her. She gasped into his mouth and he took the opportunity, shoving his tongue in her mouth as he entwined it with hers. Her moans were lost in his mouth, turned into little more than pathetic squeaks and whimpers as she neared her peak.

“Can’t let you two have all of the fun,” Isabela commented as she came up to them, maneuvering between Fenris and Hawke as she propped herself on one elbow. She shooed Zevran’s hand away before gripping Hawke’s thigh and placing her lips on the woman’s clit, earning a high pitched squeal as she bucked into Zevran behind her. The pirate chuckled as she began to suck at the bud and swirl her tongue around it, occasionally dipping her tongue low enough to lick at the shaft of Zevran’s cock as it pistoned in and out.

Zevran hissed at the added stimulation. “You are truly a minx, my dear Isabela.”

Isabela simply giggled as she continued, the vibrations sending shocks through Hawke’s body as she felt herself getting dangerously close. Fenris’s kisses grew greedier as he listened to her coming undone, bringing his hands up to cup and massage her breasts. He pulled away for a moment, pressing his forehead against hers as she bounced from the thrusts.

“Are you going to cum for us, my love?”

She opened her eyes to look into his, gasping softly at the way he looked at her, his pupils blown out with lust. All of the sensations of Zevran’s cock pounding into her walls and Isabela’s practiced lips on her clit coupled with the familiarity of Fenris’s hands and eyes on her sent her over the edge, convulsing as she cried out in ecstasy. Zevran let out a low moan before pulling out, shooting his seed onto her back as he finished moments after.

Isabela moved away just in time as Hawke collapsed onto the bedroll beneath her, completely spent. Zevran chuckled, his breathing heavy as he used a nearby rag to clean the mess off of her and Isabela both. Fenris sat cross legged next to her as he ran his fingers soothingly through her hair, and Zevran lied down next to Isabela as they all recovered from their exertions.

“Yes, I think I will definitely be thinking about this little session of ours for a while,” he chortled.

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