#CH: Fenris

[vilnan]

nothing could be worse than the thought of living without you.

[dellam0rte]

his lil smirk as he says this. I love you fenris

time to die, little man.

[vanmarkham]

tagged by @aztarion and @saintalessia to do some oc couples in this picrew

i did cyril twice lmao

grant hawke x fenris (da2), rodaine amell (@sinquisition) x gideon trevelyan (da ocs), cyril lodovka x camellia (pwotr), cyril lodovka x arcosae phaeton (also sinquisition's)

i will tag @idolsgf @foxboyclit @thespacelizard @sinquisition

[dragonologist-phd]

Extremely Ace but "are you wearing my shirt?" Goes so hard I have to see where you take it.

for the subtle smut starters

ooh thank you!

this one ended up striking some inspiration for Hawke/Isabela! i can't believe i've never written anything for my Hawke before...but she's starting off with a bang! (and a bit of angst sprinkled at the end for flavor)

It was a shit day, and by the time Hawke staggered through the door of her estate and dragged herself up the stairs to her room, it had to be said that the shittiness of it all was starting to affect her mood. It also had to be said that Hawke wasn’t known for her good moods to begin with. So being tired and sore and pissed off at near half of Kirkwall was really not a good look for her, and she knew it. It was why she’d shrugged off Varric’s invitation to the tavern. And it was the only reason, having nothing to do with the fact that Fenris had also been invited, because why should she care? All she wanted to do now was collapse on her bed and lay there in a grumpy heap for the rest of the night. Which is exactly what would have happened, had she not thrown open her bedroom door to find somebody else already reclined on her bed.

keep reading on ao3

[sun-marie]

What I really think media with ensemble casts, especially those in a traveling group of some kind, are missing are big, blow-out arguments between the group. Especially when there's a conflict of interests, I am such a sucker for when two or more characters disagree so strongly that they realize very little is actually holding them together as a group, and wonder if it's time to go their separate ways.

I feel like a lot of video games, specifically, just kind of assume once the traveling band is "complete", it's forced to stay together until the player expressly permits it, but I don't really find that very compelling and a lot of times it feels more like they're relying on some kind of immediately strong bond that hasn't really been earned. Which is a shame, because in my opinion one of the best ways to strengthen that bond is to have the characters disagree and argue. Maybe they realize they're only being superficially held together and so they temporarily split up, only to then realize how much they've come to care for the others in the group. Then they reunite, make-up, formulate a plan to go forward, and boom, the group bond is that much stronger. Or maybe they don't even split up, and maybe they never learn to like each other, but they decide whatever cause their working toward is more important. Something else, bigger than them, is holding them together.

It just feels like a lot of potential is going to waste to just skip straight to the intense found family bond, without earning it.

[shadowglens]

i've never really considered fran's relationship with isabela, but they've quickly become very close friends in this playthrough and it's making me 🤔

[acipaer-at-scribare]

@sanktasolntse : it's always better when we're together.

found her a long time ago , felt like a life time now . knowing she was so close to him , in the same city , in the same streets . knowing his mate was in the very town he lived and served in & he could do nothing about it . but there was no way he would risk putting her in danger : no way he would put her in maeve's path . so he waited . waited and almost died before he could hold her in his arms . forehead rest against hers , takes her in . her scent and the warmth of her against him : holding her close as he can , arms wrapped tightly around her waist . dim light from the moon above them , finding some abandoned place where they could talk without being interrupted . finally have her in his arms & while there is no peace in their future , hopefully they would have the one night . tip of nose brush against her , one arm lift and cup side of her neck , thumb lightly brush across her jawline .     ❝   . . . hopefully we will be together from now on .   ❞

[dracaeons]

@chanticle | continued.

he would never have asked her to come here. as a matter of fact, fenris has been trying to convince varric not to reach out to her, in the hinterlands; it's where willa wants to be, where she has been needed, and fenris is loath to force her to deal with any part of the inquisition that she hasn't already had to face.

varric, it seems, is as stubborn as ever. he flexes his hand, slowly, feels the pinprick-tingle of the mark work its way through to the tips of his fingers. " not in the same way, " fenris admits, though it hardly matters. the inquisitor is needed in the field more often than willa called upon him in kirkwall, and the inquisition's needs have little concern for how he might be feeling. he pulls a face. " it ... tingles. so i suppose it could be worse. "

[prodigum]

@heroesvow : hawke sucking on fenris' neck / (no explanation needed) eren hawke & fenris

𝐌𝐀𝐘𝐁𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐃 about the intimacy of it all. hawke's arm pulled over the span of fenris' shoulders. bodies flush up against each others' with only evening-wear to separate them. and something about the way their laughs echoed against the tall buildings of hightown. and something lesser , and yet not to be ignored , about the breeze and how it siphoned through so many stone buildings.

he could have led his drunk best friend to his own home. actually , it would have been an easier trip than to fenris' own home. and yet his feet had led them both there. and he's only a few feet into the doorway before he feels lips upon his neck. and he hasn't divulged such a weakness — no he never would. and yet fenris finds himself nothing less than a bullseye hit with a dart. pinned , in more ways than one. and so he cannot prevent the moan that escapes his own lips. is eren hawke a curse or a blessing? fenris , surely , does not know the answer.

❝ hawke , ❞ fenris starts , voice low and head held back , exposing as much of his neck as he could. ❝ i have nothing against fucking in entryways. ❞ an eyebrow shoots up in amusement. lips form a gentle smirk. ❝ but perhaps we should take this to the bedroom. ❞

[wildercrow]

IT IS COMPLETE!!!!! At long last!!!

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Fandom: Dragon Age Rating: Explicit Characters: Isabela, Fenris, Zevran, Anders, Justice Main Relationships: Zevran/Isabela/Fenris/Anders/Justice (and various subdivisions thereof) Genre: Fluff & Light Angst Word Count: 7653 Content Warnings: Semi-explicit sex in ch. 2 Summary: So many polyamory negotiations surrounding Zevran’s big career change! AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43707280

[tyrannuspitch]

okay i hardly ever vibe with filling in the gaps on underwritten characters but something my brain randomly threw at me recently is just. "hey what if hela had fenris because she caught and tamed a wolf cub as a kid. because she was lonely and weaponised and she could only find companionship by weaponising others" and now i'm like. oh my god she was lonely. and. and. oh god. odin made sure his next heir WASN'T lonely. but he never stopped weaponising them

[vilnan]

[withoutabsolution]

“hey, pretty boy,” yismay doesn’t even look up from the knife they’re sharpening.  they know it’s fenris by his footsteps alone ( not that they would ever tell @dracaeons that ). “you’re coming off extra broody today,” they remain conversational as the continuous sound of the iron against the whetstone fills the air, as rhythmic as breathing—a familiar comfort. “fenris ii is around if you need some good, old-fashioned dog therapy.  unless we’re killing someone.” a beat. “are we killing someone?”

[vanmarkham]

six sentence sunday

Fenris puts a hand on Hawke’s waist, the other hand coming to curl into his hair and drag him down into another long, languid kiss. The hand on his waist touches an old burn scar. Hawke had told the story once at The Hanged Man shortly after Fenris had joined his crew, the time he’d burned himself with his own flames as a child and hid it from his father in embarrassment. By the time Malcolm Hawke saw it, it was too late to fully heal the wound and so the skin was marked by a pinkish welt to this day. At the time, Fenris had thought it poetic justice for a mage to be burned by his own hand.

He wasn’t sure how he felt about it now.

[shadowglens]

aaand a couple more ships in this picrew because this was such a cute idea!

frances & fenris (da)

grimhild & freyr (gow)

delaney & johnny (cp2077)

lilah & alistair (da)

alma & charles (rdr)

[prodigum]

@pctrichoir said: ❛ i revolt you, don’t i? ❜ / merrill & fenris

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐘 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐙𝐄 is carried against the stone alleyways of kirkwall with fierce meaning. it's cleansing. and burns his nose. and yet still it does not distract him from the unfortunate circumstance of his travelling companions. or one of them at least.

end of day clings to the architecture and melts like butter. doesn't disappear without the reminder that it will be back , and soon. and kirkwall does entrance him , in all its small ways. might be that same charm that draws in the crowd. and he too , may be one of many such fools. but that does not make him any more likely to soften to her cause. they are nothing alike.

❝ that thought in particular hadn't crossed my mind , ❞ fenris starts , eyes on the walkway ahead. ❝ but now that you mention it. ❞