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Hello! How about “sleepy kisses” from the kiss prompts for anyone you’re feeling tonight?
Happy Friday x3 Thank you for the lovely prompt. I know it's short but I felt it was the right point to end it there x3
@dadrunkwriting
Pairing: Fenris/male Hawke
Rating: G
Lenght: 453
The sunlight was warm as it fell through the curtains and grazed his skin.
He stirred in his sleep, stifling a yawn as his eyes remained closed. He wasn’t ready to get up yet, the soft and warm body beside him offering him the comfort he’d needed for a long time.
Hawke's breathing beside him was even, accompanied by the occasional snore, which made him chuckle.
His eyes dared to open just slightly before they took in the body beside him. Hawke’s black hair was ruffled, his bearded cheek red from where he’d pressed it against the pillow for too long. He looked peaceful.
Mornings like these had been rare, and Fenris was thankful for every second he could spend with the Champion of Kirkwall.
It hadn’t been too long ago that he’d been scared to get too close to someone. Even today, he couldn’t say if that was because he’d never thought anyone could be capable of loving him or if he’d been too scared to lose or hurt them.
He still didn’t know, but Hawke was patient, giving him all the time he needed to figure it out.
It still amazed him that Hawke had been willing enough to take him back after he abandoned him that one night. He still regretted leaving. It had been the toughest choice he’d ever have to make apart from moving in with the ridiculous mage.
But now, he couldn’t be happier to spend the mornings and nights underneath the same sheets.
If only they could lay here for a bit longer.
“Hawke.” Fenris touched the arm of the sleeping man next to him. “Wake up. We have to leave.”
“Hmmm, five more minutes,” Hawke mumbled as he turned in the opposite direction, pulling the bedsheet higher up.
“Oh, No you don’t.” Fenris shook him firmly, going as far as to apply a small smack onto the mage’s cheek to wake him up. This man truly had all the time in the world besides them being on the run ever since unleashing the chaos in Kirkwall.
“You slept long enough, you oaf,” he added firmly as he pulled the sheets away from Hawke’s body.
“Urgh, fine,” Hawke grunted, his voice still sounding sleepy as he turned toward the annoyed elf. But instead of getting up, he reached out with his arms to pull Fenris closer to him, ignoring the snort escaping the elf's lips as their noses touched.
“Just two more minutes then,” Hawke mumbled softly as tired amber eyes opened to look at him fondly. “We can spare two more minutes.”
“Fine.” Fenris harrumphed, his expression soft at the very moment their lips touched sleepily. Maybe they could spare two minutes after all.
#dragon age#dragon age fanfiction#prompt#writing#my writing#dragon age2#fenhawke#Fenris#Male Hawke#Fenris/male hawke#male Hawke/Fenris#dadrunkwriting#dadwc#prompt fill
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fenhawke，by：许念卿
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Suddenly I wanted to repost my old DA art.(Probably because I watched DAA)
I was totally into the Dragon Age series until I knew Destiny, and it's still the best game for me.
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... soo I started playing Destiny 2
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Dragon Age 2 | Marian Hawke + different hairstyles
#marian hawke#da2#marian hawke makeup#. my makeup#. my cosplay#dragon age2#marian hawke cosplay#da cosplay#dragon age cosplay#. okay i actually had a lot of makeup on but the lighting washed it all awaaay#. i also took pics with my real hair but oh well#. none of this looks like me irl so its strange i guess#. my gifs#. also i know this aint instagram and all just wanted to do a look i guess#. sometimes i be missing my long dark hair#. watch me being super shy about posting these because i am
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Since I'm apparently in the business of making pfps, have my favourite women in the Dragon Age games 💖
If you can't tell, I really like DA2 😳
#da2 merrill#da2#da2 isabela#marian hawke#femhawke#da2 bethany#bethany hawke#da2 icons#merril dragon age#dragon age2#pfp icons#pfps#dragon age icons
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Fenris and my Ringil Hawke from Dragon Age 2
I love Fenris so much *-*
#dragon age#dragon age2#dragon age inquisition#dragon age art#da origins#da2#da2art#fenris#dragon age fenris#fenris x hawke#fenris x femhawke#fenris art#elf#elves#dragon age elves#dragon age hawke#elf art#fantasy#fantasy elf#fantasy art#digital art#digital artist
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Hey all!
Happy Dragon Age Day! I am still new to the Bullet Journaling but here is my last theme for the year! Inspired from Dragon Age! What a way to finish a year of games inspired themes! I used mainly Jelly gouaches, ink pen, watercolour pencils, gold paint and my NotebookTherapy journal. I hope you like it and you can also watch how I make them all you can see it here: https://youtu.be/sxMA6c_iMNs
#dragon age#dragon age2#Dragon Age fanart#bujo#bujoinspiration#bullet journal#bulletjournaling#Bullet journal 2022#Bullet journals set up#Shaya#shaya fury#art by me shaya fury#shayafury
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Fenris sketch
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I'm just a little confused
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Happy Friday! How about "I didn’t know what to do” for Fenhawke?
And managed to squeeze in another one for @dadrunkwriting; I know this was a long time coming, but take some hurt and comfort x3
Pairing: Fenris/mHawke
Rating: T
Length: 1029
“Hawke… what in the Maker’s name…” Fenris started, only to be interrupted by the man in front of him.
“I didn’t know what to do.”
He’d never seen Hawke so lost before, his voice just barely reaching his ears as he stood in front of his house, the rain pouring down on him. His hair and clothes were soaked, his whole form shivering as he watched him with concern.
“Come in.” It was all he could say at the moment, stepping aside and waiting for the man to pass by.
His manor was cold and not offering much of the comfort Hawke needed right now, but there was hope that whatever Danarius's manor lacked, he could give to the mage who was so caught up in his grief he could barely hold himself.
Fenris knew that it hadn’t been that long ago, that Hawke lost his sister.
She’d been bright and beautiful, that much Hawke had told him. A ray of sunshine just as Merrill; Someone with a bright future ahead and gone way too soon. Of course, he had never mentioned how it came to be, but it was obvious to him that Hawke blamed herself for her death.
But, Bethany shouldn’t be the only one of the Hawke’s to fall.
His brother followed shortly, though not dead but cursed and poisoned with the black blood of the dark brood. At least, they had made sure to see him to safety by finding the Grey Wardens in the deep roads. The only ones who could more or less cure him of the illness that befell him.
Yet, today had marked another bitter death, as they had just witnessed the cruel death of Leandra Hawke, Hawke's mother.
Her death had been gruesome, her body tempered with the darkest of magic and used in the sickest ritual he ever witnessed. He couldn’t ever imagine watching someone from his family die in that way, and he hoped that he never witnessed something like that before he lost his memory.
“I wished there was anything I could say, but I know there is none.”
Fenris felt it was his duty to fill the silence for once as he led Hawke through the manor and into the only lit room. He knew that there was no comfort he could offer, no word enough to heal the deep wound in Hawke’s chest.
“But I want you to know, I am here,” he added.
These were the only soothing words he could think of when he opened a bottle of wine, pouring a glass for Hawke and then for himself. They drank in silence for a moment, listening to the haunting sound of the wind rushing through the mansion as they indulged in the bittersweetness the wine had to offer.
“Thank you.” Hawke croaked out, not believing how weak he sounded at the moment. “I just… can’t believe she is gone,” he added, his shoulders slumped. “To think she had been killed like… like that.”
What if his magic was tainted too? What if he would destroy all that he loved?
He couldn’t bear the thought of any more deaths; The blood on his hand. Wasn’t there enough that had been taken from him already? Enough that either magic or the Blight had taken from him?
“There was nothing you could have done,” Fenris assured him.
It was hard for him to see Hawke faltering like this. To see him as a broken man, devoid of all hope, while Hawke should be more. He was the man who pulled them all out of their dark worlds after all.
It was he, who had promised to stand with him till the end, he who had not cared about anything but his friends and his family all along.
“I know, and yet…” Hawke was almost too silent for him to hear it, as he went on. “And yet, I wished I could have saved her. Bethany too…” he added with a bitter smile. “Mother was right back then, I should have stopped her…”
“Hawke…” Fenris's voice snapped through the comforting firelit darkness like a whip.
His brows were furrowed, and his green eyes narrowed when he regarded him harshly. “Bethany is dead. She made her choice.” The words were harsh but needed. “If she was the woman you told me about, there would have been nothing to stop her from what she did.” It was important for him that Hawke knew that.
“The same counts for Carver, I got to know him and by the Maker, he was a stubborn man.”
Hawke chuckled slightly at that. Yes, indeed he had been. His brother could have been a bit of a prick sometimes and Hawke knew there was no way, he could have talked him out of the Deep Road’s mission.
As for his mother… he knew that no one would have been able to save her. Not even his father.
“Thank you.” At least, there was some kind of peace to be found in that truth. And maybe Fenris was better when it came to comforting than he thought he was. “I am sorry for ambushing you in the middle of the night,” he added with an embarrassed smile that made him almost look a bit goofy.
“I just…”
“It’s alright.” Fenris interrupted him, knowing what the other man wanted to say. He too had felt lost not too long ago, saved by no one but Hawke himself. Of course, he was too prideful to admit it at the very moment.
“You can stay here for tonight if that is what you want?” The elf added with a polite cough, half of his face hiding within the shadow while the other one carried the warmth of the lit fireplace. “There should be a leftover chamber that should be… not in a too poor state.”
“I’d love that, thank you.” Hawke’s smile was warm when he replied, the ghosts still haunting him and clutching onto him. There was probably not much he could do against that, but it was that very moment he swore to himself to make Hawke smile as much as possible.
No matter the cost.
#dragon age#dragon age fanfiction#prompt#writing#my writing#fenhawke#Fenris/mHawke#Fenris/male Hawke#Fenris#male Hawke#dragon age2#hurt and comfort#angst#a little bit of angst#more or less of a happy ending#canon character death mention#dragon age 2
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