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for me this is tumblr too x3 I am a bit lazy with ao3, but I feel so validated already with the few people who enjoy what I do with my blorbos from time to time x3

#fandom love #writing #drawing

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an older Dragon Age commission that I still really like (because Fenris) ✨

#still love this piece of art #the symbolism #is so great #stunning #dragon age art #fenhawke

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dawntrailing gone wrong

#Love them!#FF14 art

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Haven has fallen.

Dragon Age inquisioner, Arlen

#oooh this is beautiful #other people's Oc's #Dragon Age art #dragon age inquisition

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Big thank you to @tyulezhik for drawing my shakarios trio!! 🥺❤️💚💙 I love the em very much and they’re in love 💚💙❤️

#they look amazing #mass effect art

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Happy Friday! How about “i just need to feel something.” for Fenders? ✨

@spicywarl0ck asked for the same prompt, and of course I was going for Fenders <3 Have some hurt/comfort, poetic angst this lovely Friday, for @dadrunkwriting

Killing Danarius was supposed to have been a turning point. A catharsis.

For all the nights he fantasised about it, reality was plain and dull in comparison.

Fenris only saw red for a while. It was betrayal, anger, the muscle memory of fighting, and the blood. Crimson soaking the metal of his armour, of his sword, through the wooden floor, and Danarius' robes.

Adrenaline did not leave any room to feel ache, to feel hesitation or remorse. He simply wanted the fight to be over. The endless running from his past, the paranoia, the terror that shares the image of a magister with grey hair and silver eyes. He tore through Danrius’ limbs as a symbol of breaking his own invisible chains. It was done.

Then came the rush of wariness, unclear of the source, as if this couldn’t truly be the end. Was he a fool for believing Danarius is truly dead? Or was it still his vile voice in the back of his head, telling him that Danarius was too powerful to be harmed by him?

Dealing with Varania only added confusion and uncertainty, and despite sparing her, he was overcome with grief. Grief for a mother he cannot remember, for decisions made by someone he was not any longer and would never become again.

At the mansion, he drinks the bitter wine and wonders what freedom tastes like. Surely not this. His insides curl in disgust at the thought he’s doing something wrong – He should be celebrating. Rejoicing.

But he feels– empty.

The whirlwind of emotions he’s been through since morning have passed over him like a hurricane and left a broken, barren space.

Of all the people he assumed would come to check up on him – The mage wasn’t even on the list. And yet, it’s Anders who walks into his room that night.

“How do you feel?”

It’s the one question he can’t answer, and suddenly he relishes a brief flash of anger. Not the emotion he wants, and not directed at the right person, but it’s a start.

“Annoyed, now that you are here.” There isn’t enough malice in Fenris this late in the day, and Anders is unintimidated as a result.

He takes the seat next to Fenris, eyes scanning him, searching for any noticeable injuries. As if whatever is broken in Fenris can be visible and fixed with a healer’s touch.

“Am I not invited to the celebration then?” Anders mocks him in that blatant way he is used to, and the familiarity of it is at least welcome, even if Anders himself is not.

Fenris offers him his bottle regardless, and Anders drinks from it, a long gulp that shows he does not care for the taste of it either. They can share it then.

Over the years, their differences seemed to be harder to quantify. They disagree on how mages should be treated. Vastly. And they are not friends.

And yet. Who else is in Fenris’ mansion tonight? Who else could he imagine confiding in?

Fenris did not feel loneliness until Anders joined him to drink.

“I hoped for peace. I prepared for fury. I feel neither,” Fenris confesses, adjusting himself in his seat, considering digging the sharp claws of his gauntlets into his own skin just to see how Anders would react, if either of them would even flinch. “I just need to feel something.”

Anders places the bottle on the floor between them, before rising, to stand directly in front of Fenris. His tall form casts a shadow, but his face is unmistakingly honest.

“Let me help,” he says, and leans down to kiss him.

#Oh my god this is brilliant #“I hoped for peace. I prepared for fury. I feel neither #” Fenris confesses #this line!!! so good!#dragon age 2 fanfiction #fenders

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spicywarl0ck · 2 days

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It makes me happy when they listen

#this is me about things I love #I am in this picture and I don't like it xD

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stuff from a few days ago that i totally remembered to post

#fenhawke!#I love them!#amazing art

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Happy Friday! Prompting “we’ll get through this” kisses for Fenhawke 💖

Thank you so much for the prompt <3 I had a lot of fun writing this for @dadrunkwriting Pairing: Fenris/male Hawke Length: 622 Rating: G

The world seemed to become more dangerous with every breath they took.

He had watched many things falling apart, Lothering, his family, Kirkwall and finally the circles. He witnessed the deaths of hundreds and had heard the cries of a thousand oppressed souls even before he had made his choice.

Hawke remembered every minute he fought in the burning streets of Kirkwall.

It was almost ironic that it was so far behind them right now. He could swear that he still smelled the smoke hovering above the once so prideful city while his muscles burned from running.

Both he and Fenris had left the city as soon as they could.

They were refugees once more, just after they had built a home for themselves. Hawke felt bad for bringing Fenris into this position and he offered more than once for the elf to stay behind but he had refused.

A smile twitched on his cheeks at the mere thought of Fenris's scowl just after he made his proposition.

He knew that Fenris would follow him to the end of the world if he needed to, which was more than he could ever ask for. And no matter how bad he felt for the elf’s sake, he also was glad to have the company of his lover.

“This looks safe enough to make camp.” Fenris had scouted out a small and seemingly abandoned cave. “We shouldn’t be noticed as long as we don’t start a fire.”

“Meaning we need to keep each other warm through the night.” Hawke couldn’t help but grin, his innuendo met with a firm hit against the unarmoured part of his arm. But even the grumpy Tevinter elf couldn’t hide the hint of the half smile showing on his lips.

“I’m sorry.” The mage added once they had settled and he held his lover safely between his arms.

His cloak covered them both to keep each other warm, and they had both gotten rid of the outer parts of the armour to make things easier. He had insisted on taking the first watch, knowing that Fenris must have been incredibly exhausted.

And as far as Hawke knew, the elf was already asleep but he should be proven wrong.

“Sorry for what?” The gruff voice sounded tired as Fenris's head shifted back to lay on Hawke’s shoulder. He felt the softness of the white elf’s hair brushing against his neck before the tired gaze of green eyes met his.

“For waking you?” Hawke offered with a rough chuckle, knowing it was a poor lie. It didn’t even sound convincing to him.

“For being responsible you need to run again after just finding a home.” The mage added as Fenris kept staring at him silently. “I know you had a hard time settling in. I feel as if I ripped you away from home once more. For mages no less.”

“You promised to take me to weird places.” The elf answered without hesitation.

Fenris shifted slightly in his arms, eyes gazing intensely at his as his lips twitched into that sexy smirk again, sending Hawke’s brain into turmoil. “I knew what I was signing up for,” he added, leaning just a tad closer to be within range of Hawke’s lips.

“We got through things worse than this. We’ll get through this too.” Fenris's lips touched his lightly, close enough that Hawke felt the elf’s breath against his skin.

“And I’ll never leave your side,” he added, his voice almost too quiet to be heard before his lips got caught in a breathless kiss. It was truly remarkable how one person could make Hawke feel so at home.

And no matter what would come, he would make sure they’d return home again.

#dragon age #dragon age fanfiction #writing #prompt #fenhawke #dadrunkwriting #dragon age 2 #my writing #Fenris #male Hawke #mage Hawke #male hawke/fenris #kisses #fluff

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