#Fenris POV

[spicywarl0ck]

Hey. Happy Friday.

“Its okay, I couldn’t sleep anyway.” looks like fun. And as I seem to be on a FenHawke kick recently and your list states you're also a FenHawke fan I think I have to go for them.

Happy Friday, and thank you for the ask! I know it's been a while! I'm still trying to work my way out of writing block and light burn out. But I had so much fun writing one of my favourite ships <3 @dadrunkwriting Before reading this: Mention of loss (Dragon Age 2 canon story line) Pairing: Fenris/male Hawke Length: 782 Rating: T

Fenris couldn’t sleep that night.

His body had been tossing and turning for hours, crumpling his bedsheets underneath his feet as they started to wrap around his legs. The flames had long given way to the dimly burning ambers, leaving the fireplace cold and abandoned as a whisk of chilly air touched his exposed shoulders.

He sat up in bed, his white hair a wild mess as his green eyes stared motionlessly at the wall.

Hawke wouldn’t go out of his head. The image of the man, bent over the lifeless body of his mother had burned itself into his mind. 

He had seen Hawke being vulnerable often. There had been the incident at the Deep Roads with his brother, the guilt written all over his face when he pushed Carver into becoming a Grey Warden to prevent his death.

Yet, they all knew they had only postponed the problem, and that Carver’s cure might also be the one thing killing him one day.

And then there had been Bethany. Hawke rarely talked about her, but Aveline mentioned the gruesome death of his sister and how Hawke blamed himself ever since. It had happened before they even entered Kirkwall, which had been years ago by now but even Fenris could see that the weight and guilt were still heavy on Hawke’s shoulders.

A sight escaped his lips when he finally freed himself from the sheets as he sat up.

There was no use attempting to sleep, and he secretly knew what to do but Fenris also hesitated. He and Hawke weren’t exactly on good terms at the moment. Sure, they tried not to let that one night come between them, but Fenris couldn’t help but to feel guilty whenever their gazes met.

It had been him leaving Hawke behind that night and things between them had never been the same since then.

But he couldn’t let that stand between them. Not tonight. Not while Hawke sat in this big estate, alone because everyone from his family was either dead or gone. How could he allow himself to leave Hawke alone in that? He who had lost so much himself and who knew he destroyed the slightest chance of happiness by walking out that one night?

Fenris got dressed in a matter of seconds, not bothering to fix his messy hair or to get his full armour on before he walked out. It wasn’t a long walk from his home to the Hawke’s estate, but he felt more nervous with each step.

Was it inappropriate to show up at Hawke’s doorstep in the middle of the night? Would Hawke even want to see him or would it only add more hurt?

His eyes focussed on the Amell crest as he paced in front of the wooden door, his heart pounding fast. This was ridiculous. He was stalling for no reason, his discomfort getting in the way while everything he truly wanted was to be with Hawke.

Yet, all of his thoughts halted when he knocked at the door.

It took ages until someone answered, or at least he felt that way as he waited in the dark of Hightowns streets, counting the minutes until he heard the sound of approaching footsteps, followed by the creak of the door and Hawke’s face.

He looked tired while every fibre of Fenris's body fought against the instinct to touch the man.

“Fenris?” Hawke looked startled, his hair equally messy as his while his body was clad in a burgundy tunic. “Is something the matter?” he added swiftly as concern replaced the confusion in his amber eyes.

Fenris snorted. Showing concern for others while being deeply hurt was such a Hawke thing to do.

“No. Nothing happened. I just…” The elf paused, searching for words as he partially lost his courage.“I’m sorry. I know it’s late. I shouldn’t have bothered you.” he added swiftly, chastising himself. What had he thought? That he of all people should comfort Hawke? He was probably the last person the mage wanted to see.

 “No. It’s alright. You’re not bothering me.” A smile crept up on Hawke’s face. “I couldn’t sleep anyway,” he added, the shadow’s under his eyes telling as much. “Do you want to come in? Have a glass of wine?”

“Yes.” As curt as the elf’s answer was, he noted the relief washing over Hawke’s face before he stepped aside to welcome him in.

There wasn’t much he could do for Hawke and he knew there was nothing he could say to make up for the man’s loss. But he could be there for him and listen, just offering his presence.

And maybe they would be fine eventually. 

[thedissonantverses]

For the summary game I reblogged from you:

"Davrin wants a lot of things Assan doesn't understand, like 'fetch!' and 'dive' and 'get that out of your mouth right now'. But sometimes, he doesn't seem to know he wants something even when it's obvious to everyone else. Luckily, Assan knows better."

Thank you!!!!! Hahahha this is so cute I love it. I take heavy influence from @uchidachi's excellent Ser Possessed-a-Lot's Big Day - Tafka - Dragon Age - All Media Types [Archive of Our Own] hahaha. I'll be honest this got away from me a bit and I it was really really fun!

Assan knew why Dad was so restless again, pacing their room as he carved Assan what had to be a new toy. It had to be her. The one that gave the good scratches and lots of treats and had helped him when he'd gotten scratched that one time and he knew what to do. He ran to her again knowing Dad would follow and scratched at her door and she laughed and threw her arms around him and let him in to play his favorite game.

Then there was truffle and Dad's gruff voice and another pat from Rook and yes he was a good boy good griffon but then Dad was smiling and that was right. But then Dad wanted to leave. So Assan sat down and licked his claw until Rook talked Dad into sitting and he knew he'd done good. He lay at their feet as they talked, one eye open.

~~

But it happened again. So during training Assan pounced on Dad and his wings were strong and he was fast and he struck true as Dad had told him and there was Mom and he ran to her and forgot Dad cause she had truffles in her pocket and knew where to scratch and she made Dad happy. She laughed and Dad groaned but then he did too.

Dad was mad at the trees again which meant the warm fire to sleep by and that was good but he was in a good mood singing and Assan sang back and Dad would smile at it was good but better when Mom came by and he was excited but then it was dinnertime and he had to remind Dad in case he forgot.

~~

They were in the forest and he was fast and he was strong, and he had to wait for Mom and Dad to catch up and it was good they were happy and there was the new man, and he seemed like the same so Assan said hello. He followed and then he led and then there were the deer, and dad had said not to chase so he wouldn't chase, and it he didn't want to. Not good prey. Sick. He could smell the sick so he looked for the berries Mom and Dad had gathered and gave it to the deer and maybe it would and then they face to face, and he went to check on them and he got pets, and Dad was happy happy happy.

[a-gay-bloodmage]

Mortal Pleasure

(Justice x Anders x Orest Mahariel)

After the loss of Justice, Vigil's Keep doesn't feel the same. Anders' strange and distant behavior doesn't help matters. Orest Mahariel is determined to figure out what's going on and make his friend—or friends, perhaps—feel good enough to share.

Read Here!

[dragonsasastronauts]

Bioware was so real for this

[doberbutts]

[howlsofbloodhounds]

Favorite thing in video games is when a character’s pupils dilate while looking at another character.

[divinekangaroo]

I attempted to replay DAII a few weeks back for the pleasure/refresher of the story and the character arcs but just couldn’t bring myself to do it. Have lost lots of capacity to enjoy game mechanics which extend length of time to engage w story and notwithstanding the dialogue is quite excellent (in a game context) it’s clunky for, say, a story, and the physical/visual staging in character interactions is v dated. (Key Settings are pretty decent for symbolism tho)

and that’s when I realised the first time ever why sometimes fans *do* get interested enough to write full novelisations of a thing.

[jazzmckay]

almost there.

pro: im gonna have so many fics to post once november is over

con: none of them have titles god DAMNIT

[feralwetcat]

On e time i read hermitshipping as hermitshitting and i will never be rhe same again......

[tiny-elf-of-doom]

The Cloak-and-Dagger Game - DA2

M!Hawke x Fenris ft. Varric

Varric is writing another book and needs inspiration for his protagonist's sex sequence. To ensure his knowledge is clear as glass, he decides to snoop around Hawke's mansion to see what he and Fenris get up to. The dwarf ends up pleasantly surprised.

MDNI 🔞: sex, gay boys, top!Hawke, bottom!Fenris, flirting, dirty talk, language, erotic massage, rough kissing, spying, humor, Varric is hilarious, and plenty of banter.

In my attempts to complete my most recent tale, I've found myself in a rut; stuck with a lack of creativity. This happens among writers many times in their lives, but through trials and tribulations, or perhaps sheer luck, they break down such blockages. Unfortunately for me, I've been staring at this page for a while now, and of course its a heated scene.

I would love to think of myself as a sexually involved man, a romantic lover, but moments like this brings me to opposite conclusions. Perhaps I need to get into the mood when I write these sequences, or ask someone how to go about establishing the involvement of two men. I wipe the annoyance from my tired eyes, knowing fully that asking that question would be rather complicated. Sebastian has probably never been touched in his life, nor has Anders, but Hawke has, and so has the broody elf, Fenris.

Perhaps the clouds have lifted. A warmth pools over my lower belly as I imagine their secret escapades, or perhaps its the ale. No one knows what kinds of lustful acts they conduct, which would make it hard to interrogate them. I nearly banish the thought from my mind when I recall a conversation had between them at the Hanged Man. Something about staying the night in Hawke's mansion to 'catch up' after all of three days of separation had passed. I could snoop around, wade my way through the mansion until I stumble upon his sleeping quarters. I'd stay in a tight closet, yes, Varric, very good!

And so it is settled, I play the cloak-and-dagger game.

~*~

If I hadn't been so dull, I would have left some space between myself and the damn linens. Closets in these large houses never fail to be stuffed with ridiculous clothing. Wriggling against the farbics, I peek through the grates on the side of the wood paneling. From there, two figures are seated on the carpet, enjoying wine next to the fire. It crackles, blazing gold against their casual garb. I don't think I've ever seen Fenris and Hawke dress so simply, especially in one another's presence. Firelight brightens their skin and for once in all of the time I've known the elf, he smiles. Chuckles, even, at the yarn Hawke begins to spin.

He's truly not that comical. Well, compared to me, at least.

"...and that was how I defeated a Qunari in battle with a broken sword," Hawke finished with a bow.

Fenris had clapped, smirking with full lips. "A true hero of legend!"

Hawke batted the comment with his hand," forget it!"

"Award him with anything he desires!" Fenris replied.

Of course, I feel happy for Hawke and that broody elf, but their interactions are anything but unique. Typical lovers congratulating one another on their accomplishments was mild drabble, I want more, and after a moment of feeling like a fool trapped in a closet, I finally have my wishes granted.

"Anything I desire?" Hawke coos, "I would like you in my bed, elf."

"Me? I'm sure you can find someone better..." Fenris might be serious, appearing self-conscious as his gaze is cast aside.

Suddenly, Hawke's voice lowers. "No, Fenris. You have always had my full desire. I only crave you."

Now we're talking. I wish I brought a quill and paper with me, though I doubt it would fit in that closet with me. Hawke pulls the elf into a kiss with the tug of his fingers under that dainty chin. It's slow at first, then picks up when they began to get handsy. To be completely honest, I have always wanted to see the full design of Fenris' lyrium tattoos. They peak out along his arms and throat, some on his legs, but I have never had the chance to truly see what kind of chaos covers his torso. Hawke has, and I am still slightly jealous for that.

The elf happily disrobes, sitting nude in the wake of the fire. White, glowing lines flow along every muscle, branching around his body as a tree in spring blooms outward. It's kinda cool, though unfortunate. All the pain of a full body carving, and for what? To rip people's hearts out? It doesn't seem very fair. Soon, Hawke joins him in the disrobing, throwing their clothes to the side nearest to this closet. I hold my breath, don't you dare bump anything.

Luckily, they don't seem to notice my shadow moving between the grates. I am safe for the moment, thank the Maker. Fenris climbs atop Hawke, straddling his left thigh. He moves along the bulging muscles with finesse and utmost experience. To my surprise, he begins to make a stream of noises I never thought I would hear. They are loose, sultry in the back of his throat. A songbird couldn't carry a pretty tune as this elf can. Hawke has his left hand settled on the elf's hip, moving it along with the smooth gyrations.

"Care to take a ride with me, my beautiful Fenris?" Hawke asks softly.

Fenris nods, "yes, I believe a ride is much needed."

Oh yes, I agree. Hawke lifts the elf into his arms and I can't help but adore the way broody elf's legs wrap around Hawke's strong torso. To the bed they go and I've lost visual on them. Goddamnit, I curse. I peer around the closet for any holes in the wood, but I am left with darkness. Perhaps if I slightly open the door, I can see the bed. Rattling is heard from the nightstand, so there is enough distraction and noise to hide my movements. Carefully as to remain hidden, I push the closet door forward until there is a decent view of the bed. To my relief, neither of them noticed the squeaking. Varric, if you ever do this again, don't choose the fucking closet next time.

Hawke takes his time kissing the elf, making sure his lips have ventured over every crevice and marking on Fenris' body. His moans are sweet, but grow desperate when his lover pushes his legs upward to touch his shoulders. Maker's balls, I can't believe how flexible the elf is. If anyone else in our group ever tried that, they'd be out of commission for a month. However, Fenris wraps his arms around his calves, keeping them in place so Hawke has full access to his ass. He dips down to plant a kiss on the back of the elf's thigh, relaxing his partner, no doubt. Fenris is always a nervous creature, so such tenderness is most definitely needed.

Then, things become interesting.

I watch as Hawke latches to the elf's backside, licking the skin and fucking the hole with his tongue. Broody elf's big, green eyes roll back into his head, flopping to the bedsheets in absolute delight. A tingle pricks at my belly, an excitement like no other. I may need to take care of personal business at this rate, but not here. The sounds are obscene and Fenris is eating them up, going so far as to grip Hawke's hair for dear life.

"G-Get the oil, Hawke," the elf pleads, "I want more than just your tongue inside of me."

"Is it that bad?" He joked with a wink.

"It's better than anything I could ever dream."

Cheesy as hell, and I roll my eyes. Another kiss is pressed to the elf's leg before Hawke turns to grab their decorative bottle of oil. It's in a gold vial covered in intricate markings, likely one of the treasures Hawke's been gifted over the years. A few drops suffice along with the man's spit to lube them both. The larger man lays back against the pillows, welcoming a needy elf to seat himself on his lap. Those markings glow brightly, nearly blinding me as I try to shield my eyes. One hand on Hawke's well endowed cock and one lyrium clad palm help ease the elf onto that incredible hilt.

Pain, plenty of pain causes the elf to cry out. Even I cannot help but flinch at the idea of being penetrated by something so thick. The stretch must be unforgiving, though broody is taking it like a champ. Hawke rubs the elf's hips, attempting to sooth the agony just a little more. It takes time, and I expect it to, but soon he's seated and breathing heavy. And this is why I don't bottom.

"Are you alright, Fenris?" Hawke checks in, voice gentle.

Fenris only groans, gasping for any words willing to be released. There appear to be none present, therefore, he ignores communication and starts to rock his hips. Bouncing up and down, he brings Hawke into a small fit of vocalization. It's everything I imagined it would be, just as masculine and deep as his usual voice. Opening up slowly, Hawke joins Fenris in thrusting upward into the elf, angling his hips in a different manner every time. I raise my brow in momentary confusion, what is he trying to accomplish?

Suddenly, Fenris cries out, gripping Hawke's strong forearms. I think I see trails of blood leaking to the bed. "Keep your hips like that and don't you dare shift them!"

Ah, I mumble to myself, he found broody's love spot.

The thrusting continues in this new position and Fenris is mewling like the most popular whore in all of Lowtown. I never thought I would be hearing Fenris lose himself in the wrung of pleasure, but here I am, stiffening from the men before me. Bianca will be jealous, but I ignore the thought and begin to palm at my trousers.

"Fenris, not so fast... I might-" Hawke growls, head thrown back against the plush pillows.

Fucking hell, Hawke.

The elf slams his mouth against his lover's, taking him in a deep, hot kiss. "Come, right now... fill me with your kin."

What the hell, Fenris?

It all becomes too much, even for me, and I watch as the two come undone within each other's grasp. Fenris releases himself all over the front of Hawke's stomach and chest while the champion of Kirkwall has found a safe place to expel his orgasm within the elf. In order to keep myself from joining them, I squeeze the hell out of my testicles, focusing on the pain as opposed to the pleasure. They collapse onto the bed, heaving breaths until the only sound in the room is the roar of the fireplace.

"Once you're up to it, how does a bath sound?" Hawke questions.

"Much needed," broody raises his head to kiss Hawke's cheek, "thank you, my darling Hawke."

"Always, Fenris," he had replied.

No, no, thank you both, I cackle in thought, for all of these incredible ideas. Hopefully, I won't get anything wrong when I tell this story.

[justcallmecappy]

Help me write a Fenders fic (pt. 3)

[ Read part 1 here | Read part 2 here ]

Thank you to everyone who voted, reblogged, and commented! 🥰

The nobleman glares at Fenris. “This is your last warning, elf," he snarls. "Learn your place, or I'll have —"

But he never gets to finish the sentence, when Fenris cuts him off. "You can't have him. Not if I hire him first."

Not bothering to wait for a response, Fenris takes hold of Anders' hand and leads him towards the stairs. Behind them, he hears the nobleman sputter in outrage, "You said he doesn't even work here!" but Fenris doesn't look back or falter, and heads upstairs in loping strides towards the Rose's upper storeys.

"Fenris —" Anders says, "where exactly are you taking me?"

Fenris pauses. They are in one of the Rose's quiet, narrow hallways, lined with plush carpet and dimly-lit with rose-scented candles. Rows of doors span on the left and right. From behind the walls come the muffled sounds of coquettish laughter, and beneath that, faint moaning. Heat rises to Fenris' face, and he realizes he had not get figured out what the next move was.

"We weren't really planning on ... you know ..." Anders says warily, and Fenris spins around to face him, the heat now reaching his ears.

"No! No, of course not. That was a ruse. I just wanted to get you away from that man." As he says this, Fenris realizes he is still holding onto Anders' hand, and promptly lets go, pulling his hand away as if scalded.

Anders looks unperturbed. "Well, if we wanted to make a daring escape, we should have done so downstairs, through the servants' door. There's no way to escape from up here." He shrugs. "Unless we jump out a window."

There is the sound of many heavy footsteps coming from the stairs, accompanied by the unmistakable shouting of the spurned nobleman. "The apostate went this way, Sers!"

Fenris and Anders exchanged a panicked glance.

[nightblackrider]

MIŁOŚĆ I ŚMIERĆ PRZYCHODZĄ CICHO…

Rozdział II – Robota na miarę naszych możliwości

DOLNE MIASTO

– „Skoro nie chce machać mieczem, to niech kręci tyłkiem” –

"Carver siedział na zydlu w izbie głównej i polerował swój miecz. Na biurku leżała ostrzałka i jeden zapieczętowany list do Garretta. Matka kroiła składniki na gulasz, a Gamlen jak zwykle zrzędził, że nikt go nie słucha i wszyscy robią, co chcą.

– Kiedy się wreszcie wyprowadzicie?! – wrzeszczał. – Ileż można być na moim utrzymaniu? Leandro, jak wychowałaś synów? To parszywe lenie i obiboki, sąsiedzi się ze mnie śmieją po kątach.

– Gamlenie, dobrze wiesz, że to nie takie proste. – Matka spokojnie przemieszała łyżką zawartość wyszczerbionego garnka. – Chłopcy dopiero co spłacili dług Meeranowi, nie mamy żadnych pieniędzy.

– Nigdy się was nie pozbędę! – Wuj nerwowo wydeptywał ścieżkę od drzwi wejściowych do pieca, gdzie Leandra gotowała obiad. – Carver! Zamiast gładzić w nieskończoność ten miecz, wziąłbyś się za jakąś uczciwą robotę! W końcu to nie tyłek dziwki, by się nim tyle zajmować!

Carver parsknął. Złośliwy Gamlen bywał zabawny, choć słowa, które z siebie wyrzucał do śmiechu nie nastrajały. Wuj miał rację, wciąż byli na jego łasce i jak na razie nie zapowiadało się na zmiany.

Gdy spłacili dług i odzyskali upragnioną wolność, okazało się, że w Kirkwall trudno o jakąkolwiek normalną robotę. Włóczyli się więc po ulicach, oferując usługi byłych najemników i poszukiwaczy przygód. Praca u Meerana sprawiła, że w pewnych kręgach byli rozpoznawalni jako ci, którzy wykorzystują ostrze miecza do rozwiązywania trudnych spraw [...]".

Cały rozdział jest na AO3, link pod obrazkiem.

[ryniadora]

wip Wednesday things

Is v long despite being a wip so under a cut. Post Chantry-explosion drabble about my two Hawke/Amell cousins and their relationships with Anders and Fenris. Very unpolished and weirdly structured.

"I didn't ask for this".

“What, and I cannot stress this enough, the actual fuck.” Becca was shaking with rage as she approached the sullen mage, sitting on his little crate and staring at the floor. He didn’t even look at her, nor did he look at Felicity, who had fallen to her knees beside him and was staring up with wide eyes - the healer looked as stunned as Becca felt.

“Anders.”

His head lifted a fraction, his face hidden by a curtain of hair. “What do you want me to say, Becca? Just … just get it over with. I did what I had to do. If I need to die for it then so be it. I am sorry, if that means anything at this point.” “You're sorry? Is that all you have to say for yourself? You blew up the fucking Chantry, you tricked me into helping you do it and you had the absolute nerve to tell me it was to try and separate you from Justice?” Her rage was overwhelming, filling every part of her body with fire. Fenris hovered a few steps behind, hand on his sword hilt, eyes similarly burning with barely-contained fury. “It’s only me who is to blame here. You are blameless, as you always are.” a note of bitterness tinged Anders’ voice. “This had to be done, you know that.” “You didn’t have to hide it from me, Anders!” Becca snapped, reaching out a hand to touch his shoulder but pulling herself back. “We could have thought of a better way if you’d been honest with me, let me help!”

“But you wouldn’t, would you?” Anders snarled, leaping to his feet and finally looking Becca in the eye. His expression was harsh, fury and sadness mingled so tightly you couldn’t possibly separate them. Like him and Justice, came the unbidden thought. “If it came right down to it you would let him influence you, tell you all mages are just abominations waiting to happen. You’d have tried to stop me, I know you would, and I couldn’t risk it. You always choose him.” Becca recoiled from his venom, her eyebrows pulling together in confusion. Anders was shaking, his fists clenched at his sides, his breath ragged. Felicity scrambled to her feet and stood, hands trembling, slightly in front of the enraged man as if to try and shelter him from the angry faces ranged before them. Becca almost felt sorry for Felicity - everyone knew she was head over heels obsessed with Anders apart from Anders himself. She was the only person present who would defend him for what he had just done.

The agony in Felicity’s dark eyes echoed her own, like a ribbon of pain winding around the two women as they both stood in front of the man they loved, a twisted standoff.  Becca felt Fenris take a step closer to her, and could hear him murmuring a mantra under his breath to keep calm. “That isn’t-” she began, but Anders cut her off. “It is. It’s all it’s ever been, Becca. I love you.” Felicity’s eyes screwed shut just as Becca’s did for a moment, the ribbon drawing taut around her heart. Those three simple words felt like heavy blows. “It’s been so hard to watch you, knowing that he has you and I never will. Knowing that you could never commit fully to helping the mages because of his poison in your ear. So long as he stands behind, you would never have agreed to help free us from Meredith's tyranny and you know it.”

“She wouldn’t, because blowing up a building to incite a war is literal insanity!” Fenris growled, putting a hand protectively on Becca’s shoulder. She felt frozen now, the fire in her veins replaced with ice as she stared wordlessly back into Anders’ eyes. It was all true. Everything Fenris had ever warned her about had come to pass and the pain of it stabbed into her as keenly as a blade. The hated tears welled to the surface as she searched the mage’s face for any hint that this was a lie, that in a moment she would wake up and be back in the manor, Chantry un-exploded. She found no consolation. “There it is. I told you I’d break your heart, Becca.” Anders said simply, his voice shaking. “I may host Justice, but I am just a man at the end of it all. A lonely, jealous man, in love with a beautiful woman he can never have. One he lost to a beast, one who could never understand why drastic action is needed."

It was Becca’s turn to stare at the floor. She heard Merrill’s shocked gasp behind her, and could imagine the looks on each of her companions’ faces as clear as day. Isabela, smugly knowing. Varric, concerned. Aveline, stern. Sebastian in a blinding fury. She could hear Felicity sobbing, a desperate wail made worse by the fact that she was clearly trying to hold it back. It was a bad day to be a member of their family. Becca wavered for a brief moment at the haunting sound, love for her one remaining family member threatening to overturn her resolve. But only for a second.

“So, Becca? What’s the verdict for the terrible mage rebel?” Anders spat. Fenris moved before Becca could stop him, and she let out a strangled denial that was echoed by Felicity’s shriek of “No!” as the elf easily swatted her aside and lifted Anders like he was a rag doll, a hand clasped firmly around his throat. The lyrium tattoos were glowing, visible even through the gloves he wore. “Fen, no!” Becca reached out a hand to the two men, fighting her way past the overwhelming swirl of emotions in her mind to reach that calm, cool exterior she was known for. The fury wouldn’t leave her, it was threatening to drown everything but she couldn’t bear to let Fenris do something drastic on her behalf. Her rage turned to shock as suddenly Felicity’s hand appeared beside Fenris’ face, burning with a flame that had to be hurting the woman.

“Put him down, Fenris.” Felicity growled, “I swear to the Maker, if you hurt him I’ll make you regret being gentle with me.” “You’re bluffing, Felix.” Fenris said simply, not moving. “And you were never any good at it. Stop grandstanding before you burn your own hand off.” “Fliss,” Anders gasped, clutching desperately at the hands around his throat. “Do you really want to bet I won’t? Last warning, Fenris. Put. Him. Down.” The elf slowly lowered Anders to the ground, holding him firmly by the neck as he turned to look at his beloved. Felicity did not move, tears streaming down her ravaged face as she bored holes in the back of Fenris’ head.

“You might want to put a better leash on your dog, Becca.” Anders was sarcastic even in defeat, even lost in vengeance. For some reason that made things worse - at the end of it all, he was still her best friend, the man who swapped jokes with her, who played all the same card games, who was always her partner for pub trivia night. That same man had betrayed her, betrayed them all for his twisted Justice. “One could say the same for you.” Fenris snapped, and he actually winced as the ball of fire next to his head flared in response to his words. "Is this what you choose, Felix?" Becca looked to her cousin, "You choose him?" "I don't have a choice, not after what I did." Felicity growled the words, but she was still openly weeping. "Not since you snatched away my one chance at happiness."

"This is your decision, Bex. You have but to say the word.” Fenris said simply, the glow subsiding but the furrow of his eyebrows betraying his real feelings at the pair of mages behind him. Becca heaved a sigh, and shook her head heavily. “Let them go, Fen. This won’t solve anything." Anders clutched at his throat as he staggered back into Felicity’s arms, watching with burning eyes as Fenris returned to Becca’s side. “See? You always choose him. You always will. It’s very sweet how loyal you are. But stupid, after everything he did to you.'' The words were like the needles Anders was intending them to be, sharp pin pricks on her mind.

"Mark my words, abomination. If you come near Becca again I will rip your heart out." Fenris snarled as Anders turned his back, Felicity’s hand on his arm as she whispered fervently in his ear. “Go.” Becca choked the word through a throat full of emotions. “Becca don’t, please, don’t send us away.” Felicity’s head shot up and she locked eyes with her cousin. Her words were desperate pleas. “Don’t. Please.” “Don’t try to change my mind, Felix. I cannot forgive this, and you know it.” The words were so heavy, so hard to say. But her mind was made up.

Felicity outstretched her hand, beseeching her cousin for mercy, and Becca could see the blisters from holding that fireball forming red and shiny on her delicate fingers. The pain on Felicity’s face made Becca’s heart ache, but the rage, the indignation would not allow her to give in. What had happened was wrong, beyond redemption or forgiveness, and that Felicity condoned it was proof that they had reached a point of no return. The ribbon connecting them was severed now, tattered ends billowing in the wind.

“Becca, I'm begging you. Please. You've already taken everything else from me, please. Let us stay. There will be so many people who need our help." “Don’t bother, you know how stubborn she is.” The words were quiet accusations. Anders was still turned away, but he had taken Felicity gently by the hand; she looked at him with an expression that defied simple definition. Shock, love, anger, sadness, guilt, all wrapped up together. “You should go with her, Fliss. Being on the run is no life for a talented woman like you.” “No, I decided to help you so if you're guilty then I am too. I won’t leave you to face this alone.”

“You can’t have it both ways, Felix.” Isabela piped up, the first interruption from the rest of the group since the explosion.  “Then I won’t. Bex, if you send Anders away then you're beyond my help. I can’t watch you do this, not when you told me you cared about mages like me. You can’t claim to care and then stand by and watch as we are murdered!” The two women stared at each other for a few moments that stretched into eternity, two pillars of indignant rage, the proverbial rock and hard place.

“I won’t repeat myself. Get out, both of you, before I change my mind."

The betrayal was really sinking in now, festering inside Becca like an infected wound. She felt Fenris’ hand twine around hers, which helped a little bit as she watched Anders walk away without another word, almost dragging Felicity along with him as she wept like a child. Damn his eyes, he was right. Her heart was broken, split in half by the betrayal of someone she had trusted implicitly. She had denied his obsession with her for too long, and it was coming back to bite her just as Fenris had warned her.

He’d taken her last remaining family with him. She might not have seen eye to eye with Felicity most of the time, but they were still family and her choosing Anders over her own blood stung almost as keenly. “Come, vhenan, we must move. The fight will not wait for us. You can mourn later.” Fenris leant his forehead against hers briefly, a display of affection that normally they would not do in public but one that Becca sorely needed. She managed a tight smile, just for him, before her face returned to a mask of anger.

There was a city waiting for her to save it.

Again.

[gales-big-naturals]

I take back my earlier apology, I'm contributing to this fandom again and this time its significantly worse

bonus round because I couldn't decide what was funnier, Anders and Fenris both complaining or POV: You are Sebastian Vael

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✨Reasons why I’m still confident Elriel is endgame✨

1)All the hints and foreshadowing we have had for them since Acomaf.

There is a lot but I’m only going to list the main ones…*how they reacted to each other the first time they met and they both were wearing cobalt blue*azriel being the one to figure out she was a seer and then his understanding started to help Elain get better * the entire Hybern rescue scene and Azriel being full of rage ready to die to get to her*Azriel lending her truth teller when he never let anyone else touch it.*Azriel and Elain spending time alone together in the garden multiple times*Azriel following the sound of her laughter*Elain calling Azriels hands beautiful *Azriels shadows lighting up at her smile*Azriels shadows wanting to attack Nesta for insulting Elains personality* The way Azriel reacts whenever Elains Hybern kidnapping is brought up, *His entire Bonus chapter scene with Elain & Rhysand, *Azriel being upset about and still focused on Elain even after his bonus chapter scene w Gwyn takes place. *azriel having a physical reaction to Eluciens mate bond and seeing elain around Lucien.

2)Lucien & Vassa

Vassien has been my longest Acotar ship. I have been pretty sure about them since Acowar. The moment SJM retconned Lucien’s Dad to a spell cleaver, then we find out Vassa has a unbreakable curse and SJM has Lucien be the one to find her (a bird of flame and a lord of fire I wonder if they’d found each other yet) I truly felt Elucien was not going to happen. There was literally no other reason for her to retcon his dad. Then she’s built them up ever since as well. ( Feyre watching them off alone suprised how Lucien is acting around Vassa, Lucien blushing talking about Vassa, Lucien getting a spark in his eye or Vassa, Lucien having a pained physical reaction when Vassa talks about being enslaved to Koschei, Lucien seemingly setting a target on Koschei over Vassa, Mor pointing out it’s not usually for mates to be away from each other and ok, the inner circle saying Lucien is biased about Vassa now and they can’t trust his reports on her, SJM pointing out Lucien and Vassa are the true exiles jurian is not, Cassian & Nesta also questioning/wondering about Lucien’s reactions to Vassa or about her…) SJM has been slowly building Elriel alongside Vassien in the background. SJM has also talked about how she wanted to do a vasalisa the beautiful and a swan lake retelling and Lucien/Vassa& Koschei fit that perfectly. Now couple this will all the information we get on mates being able to reject a mate bond, mates not always being love matches, people questioning eluciens bond ect…

3)Gwyns Growth in Acosf

Another reason why I’m confident in elriel is because we got so much of Gwyns story in Acosf. People take us learning so much about Gwyn as a sign she’s next but I think it’s actually the opposite.In 1 book we met her, saw her grow, she got her besties, she revealed her deep trauma and how it affects her and we see her start to really overcome that. If Gwyn was getting her own POV SJM would have saved most of that for her book. If you look at Feyre,Nesta,Manon,Lidia ect w we didn’t learn about their true traumas or see them really start to work on it until we were in their own pov. Yes we got hints and a general idea but nothing in depth like we have for Gwyn.(like Elain we have gotten a lot of hints of her trauma but not the true depth of it or her true feelings over it yet in depth… )But if you look at characters like Fenrys, Asterin their storyline happened like Gwyns. They were amazing supporting characters and we learned about their trauma and saw their growth through Aelin/manons pov like we did for Gwyn through Nesta

4)HOFAS

We got absolutely nothing for Gwyn in Hofas. Which really surprised me because Gwyn has been studying the possibility of different worlds/realms with Merrill this would have been the PERFECT time to bring her in in a small way and give us some sort of hint and we got nothing. Even when Bryce was talking about her best friend to Nesta we still got nothing about Gwyn. A huge promising sign to me that Elriel is still endgame …Now remember how Sarah said she left breadcrumbs in azriels bonus chapter? Azriel questioned the cauldron over Eluciens mate bond in acosf and then in hofas the crossover he is heavily involved in we find out the cauldron was infact corrupted by the Daglan. SJM followed throw on those breadcrumbs to the next book…

5)Elriel in Azriels BC

If Elriel weren’t endgame why even give us their scene in his bonus chapter? She could have had Elains scene be with Lucien and azriels just be with gwyn but she didn’t…. Until then nothing solid had happened on page for elriel.. yes there has been moments and alot of foreshadowing but we hadn’t had thier feelings on page yet and in the bonus chapter she gives us canon confirmation they are into each other… then brings up the obstacle that they will have to overcome (Eluciens mate bond) She has rhysand set it up even further and then leaves things unresolved between them…. Why do annnnyyyyy of that if they weren’t endgame? It’s bc she set their story up the same way she did nessian in acofas… a special moment and then a “rejection” and they were left unsettled…. The same way she did for feyre and rhysand in acotar… they have a special moment as they are saying goodbye and feyre is staying w tamlin but then Rhys realizes she’s his mate and leaves, leaving her alone for months…. Again leaving them unresolved……….. people say “she did that to end them” If SJM was “ending” then she wouldn’t have left them unresolved. SJM could have just simply move elain on to Lucien and had her scene w him in the BC and kept Azriels with Gwyn and then start to move azriel on ti Gwyn after the Bonus chapter scene. But she didn’t. Because days later Azriel is still into Elain.

If you stuck with me this long phew thank you! Now while I am confident Elriel/Vassien are happening I do not think it is 100% set in stone yet. I don’t take anything as confirmation unless SJM confirms it or it’s in the books. So while I am confident I also do not count my chicken before the hatch. Could SJM change her mind and go in a different direction? Sure but that could be said about any couple in her series now too. Based on canon text and how she writes endgame pairings I truly think it will be Elriel/Vassien.

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Fenris POV: When yer daughter looks like you but is clearly your wife's child too

(PS. Good Luck, Lucanis)