#M!Hawke x Fenris

[tiredwaterboy]

That one Laios and Kabru meme but with my wife

[privatebooth]

Least favourite thing about rendering is choosing the angle. All the tweaking of their hands and fingers, and they don't even get into the frame! D:

[perlen-gold]

~ Perlengold's writing prompt list ~

🌹 Favorite Romance: Dragon age II

m!Hawke/Fenris

Yeah, I know, I'm not versatile...

✍🏽 Some writing prompt ideas: (or anything you feel like throwing at me <3)

Sensuous Prompts Aesthetic Words Beautiful Words Lost Words

Angsty Dialogue Prompts

Angst Prompts or Angstier Prompts

Kissing Prompts or More Kissing or Even More Kissing

Dragon Age Dialogue Prompts

Happy Writing my friends! 🌺

[jespkii]

you're still here, despite everything

[junie-junette]

I wish you all a very nice weekend with a soft morning kiss between Hawke and Fenris ! I was like coming home, drawing them again so I hope you'll like the drawing !

The joy of finding an old forgotten WIP in my files haha ! Fenhawke will still have the place n°1 in my heart ! ♡

[fuckyeahmhawkefenris]

It is unbearably quiet on tumblr lately, and what little talking there is, it's all about the next game. Yeah, we're no longer in 2012, I get it.

I'll just keep entertaining myself however I can.

I've always wanted to talk about one fic I secretly refer to as one of the hidden gems in the fenhawke archives. I have never ever seen anyone bring it up, and in all these years I've never dared to recommend it to anyone... Don't think you can even find it so easily? For good reason tbh...

Thing is, it's a fill for da kink community on livejournal. Anyone remember that place? The safe haven where anyone could anonimously submit the kinkiest most shameless things you could think of - offering prompts, filling them... Those were some desperate times when we were painfully low on content, and it was very hard to find something to read. Finding a story with characterization that suited your vision was near impossible!

I myself was desprate enough to brave through countless pages of imageries I could not stomach, skimming through them just to get the general idea until something captured my attention.

So I found this, and honestly, to this day to me it is one of the best examples of... idk, not just good characterization, but the overall feeling of the fenhawke relationship, why I can't let go of them after 12 years? It's all subjective, of course, but no fanfic ever resonated with me as deeply as this. Also back then mage Hawke was not very popular and most stories featured rogues... I used to be very sad and lonely!

Warning: it's extremely triggery. I wouldn't even recommend reading the first part at all, because it's too difficult and painful to get through. Hell, I couldn't read it! I was looking through the text very VERY briefly to get only the most basic and vague understanding of what was happening, and it was still hard! There is a lot of abuse, rape, slavery things...

To get the idea:

The Alone quest did not get resolved as planned. Danarius managed to win that battle, captured Fenris and returned to Tevinter, gravely injuring Hawke in the process (Fenris thought he was killed). To break the remains of his will, Danarius threatens to erase Fenris's memories of Hawke, and he succumbs and stops resisting altogether. I don't want to recall the details, but it was awful. Go straight to part 17 (it's a flashback) to read a very lovely take on fenhawke first night together. It's super sweet and gentle, though painfully sad in context. Still, beautiful. Well, it gets worse before it gets better! Somewhere in part 19 Fenris's friends come for him (they sailed all the way here on Isabela's new ship) and he's rescued. What follows is an exceptionally touching tender reunion with Hawke. Oh, and then, once all is settled comes the second part - All the King's men, which is much less controversial and fairly easy to read. Fenris copes with his experiences, and Hawke is always there for him. There are some truly fantastic moments as they slowly get close to each other again! Isabela is pretty great here, and Anders... sorta made me warm up to his character? And it's all fairly believable and close to how we see them in the game.

I'm saying all this and linking this fic on the off chance that someone with tastes similar to mine ever needs something like it. I know I am grateful it exists, and still hold it very dear to my heart. Definitely never regretted finding it!

[voukkake]

This two mfckers

[the-jennisms]

Finally finished the couples that I have for the current roster of dragon age games. Will add two more after I finally get my hands on VG. (Also decided to make a non angsty version of Anders and hawke lol)

[fashionablyfyrdraaca]

If Hawke romanced Fenris ❤️

[hyperion-catboy]

About time I did this

[scarfacemarston]

Thank you for doing these! Since you mentioned Dragon Age, can you do letter K for Fenris? :D.

Yesss please send me more Dragon Age, especially Fenris!!! Prompt here. He goes all in, baby. He was in control for the first and he was in control for that in Act 3. Those kisses are rough, and full of passion, he pours everything he can because he tells Hawke he'd have to show them rather than tell them again that he loves them, a wee bit like he has something to show or prove. Other times, it's like you're the air he breathes. "I need this. I need you". The sweet kisses are in private. He really likes to cup his partner's cheek, I noticed. I see a lot of kisses with Marian on his lap or Garrett between his legs. Or sleepy kisses when his hair is being played with. He'll glance up with a serene, happy smile and pull Hawke in for the lightest of kisses. Blink and you would miss it. He'd then would get sleepier and insist on going to bed. But his favorite kiss? He loves Hawke to come in while he's bathing , joining him, soaping Hawke up, rub their shoulders and just pepper little kisses from their ear to their neck- while messing their hair up, of course. He is a sucker for the same being done to him. He melts every time. Of course, it's not a surprise when things go further than that.

Finally, morning kisses up and down the spine. He's very soft in the morning.

[privatebooth]

Yeah, I'm just glad the ban was lifted.

[perlen-gold]

Lyrium

Prompt: Lyrium for @14daysdalovers

Pairing: fenhawke

In spite of everything they imply Hawke loves running his fingers along the iridescent white rivulets on Fenris skin, still dewy from sweat, and trailing each and every delicate path, still incandescent, with soft fingertips. White, pearl white as his hair.

“It is alright, isn’t it?”

A deep voice, resonate as gravel under swiftly flowing water.

“I have told you before.” Fenris answers in unconcealed exasperation for he is none to offer redundant information – never saying more than needs to be said – a character trait that cannot be erased by even the most winsome smile on Hawke’s face.

“What’s this?” Hawke asks, brushing a tender spot just below Fenris bare shoulder blade. Weeks had passed since their leaving Kirkwall till Fenris finally allowed the charcoal black armor to rest on the ground instead of buckling it on as soon as their strained breaths and Hawke’s lips left his body.

“An old wound. I defended Danarius from a rival blood mage who conjured up a beastly demon, ironclad and armored with poisonous thorns.” Fenris voice is slow and low with slumberousness.  Hawke likes his voice this way, bereft of any harshness, less thunderous and quite deep.

“And he didn’t heal you?” Hawke’s brows meet in thought.

“No. It was his opinion that I might become a fast learner that way, obviously.”

After those words, Fenris extends one elbow in order to push Hawke’s heavy torso away from his backside since, despite the drunken droplets of rain outside the frigid glass windows, Hawke’s broad-shouldered body is radiating heat. Hawke lets himself be pressed away only to move closer the moment Fenris ceases to move. It has become a kind of game between the pair of them by now that Hawke is only too happy to indulge in.

“And this?”

At a lighter touch now Hawke’s fingers travel to another patch of roughly mended almond skin on the small of Fenris’ back. He leans in closer to catch Fenris’ drowsily mumbled words.

“Danarius had me flayed. Hadriana stole my food so one night I stole hers instead.”

“I remember her. She looked like one voracious woman to me.”

Fingers tracing the intricate, icy white markings up Fenris’ neck Hawke’s face remains placid, revealing never how grave Fenris’ words may or may not distress him.

“What about this one?”

This time, Hawke cannot grasp Fenris’ next words, so easily do they evaporate into slumber, except for “dragonling”, and he makes a mental note to let his healing power wash over Fenris every time they encounter so much as a half-starved stray dog, even if it will drive Fenris mad with irritation.

Though he can feel his breathing fluid and even beneath his own arms, Hawke allows his inky beard to scratch Fenris’ jawline when he asks once more: “It’s alright this way, isn’t it?”

A huffing snort.

Across Hawke’s face a deliberate smirk scurries and his mind floats back many, many weeks to a similar night.

Still, he keeps asking the question. Not every time, perhaps, but from precious time to time as if to catch Fenris off his guard;  just to make doubly sure; even if he knows the answer because his hands tell him so.

Some months ago it came as a severe shock with the force of an ear-splitting explosion when Hawke first discovered another shred of truth about those elaborate lyrium marks.

Misreading Fenris flinching at Hawke’s most gentle touch for a reaction of unfamiliarity, he had not been paying his occasional recoiling much heed anymore as even their kisses seemed to be sheltering something wild and heedless.

And then, one day, when their skins were cooling off slowly, adding it as an afterthought, really, Fenris casually mentioned the pain.  

Shock. Anxiety. Guilt. Horror. Fury.

Fenris, how could you not tell me?

I did not think it something worth mentioning.

How can this not be worth mentioning to you? To me?

Anger was welling in Hawke’s chest so rapidly it caused his lungs to hurt just as much as each white-hot, luminescent curve blazing before his eyes in the close-lipped dark of night. It built its way into his veins, infusing his skin with the very agony Fenris had been enduring for months and decided not worth mentioning.

Fenris noticed it, this non-characteristic display of ungoverned emotions on Hawke’s face. Between them the air was suddenly bare and raw with stillness.

Fenris’ eyes narrowed as they did slightly before immediate battle.

Each wince or cringe, each small hiss under Fenris’ breath on Hawke’s lips now colored in a different shade of hue.

The mere thought was sickening.

Holding his gaze, Hawke felt his voice rising in his chest when he observed the emerald in Fenris eyes sparkle as it does whenever one of his adamantly unwavering beliefs is to be casted with the shadow of doubt. Instead of shouting, however, Hawke shied away from Fenris outstretched hand, appalled at himself, when it reached for him.

However, even this thronging sensation resided under Hawke’s skin, tangible, yet not to lash out.

Instead of shouting, Hawke sat up. Quietly, he leant over him, scrutinizing Fenris jowls, eyes, brows for any clandestine signs of lingering pain, his voice as calm as the wind rustling under forest green leaves, his emotions spreading none the stormier throughout his bitter body but channeled to where he could master and contemplate them.

“Fenris. Why didn’t you tell me at the very beginning? ”

“I do not fear pain.” Fenris stated, an unpleasant smile lurking at the edge of his eyes still squinting in warning.

Hawke chose his next words carefully.

“You should have told me.” And then, without waiting for the answer: “I can help you, Fenris. If only you permit me to.”

Fenris anger, on the other hand, flared up immediately and disastrously as a torch of flame might blaze fierce white-hot light into utter darkness.

It took Hawke days upon days of coaxing, reasoning, pleading, reassuring, arguing, even fighting, with Hawke refusing to touch him at all and Fenris becoming broodier and more irritated by the hour, and eventually more coaxing for Fenris to reluctantly admit Hawke’s magic to response to the lyrium’s violent power.

For the first time ever Hawke could remember, while he was merely touching his hand, cupping it in his own and fingertips simply resting on Fenris’ tense palm, he felt Fenris rigid fingers slacken. Gritted teeth, set jaws relaxing.

Suspicious eyes smoothing as a firmly shut door might quiver when confronted with the softest of pushes.

And then, if only in the briefest blink of an eye, Hawke witnessed the violent smoldering waver.

That very night Hawke exhausted himself working his magic on every inch of Fenris trembling skin until he felt drained with anemic debilitation.

And still he asks the question. That, too, is a kind of childish game between them, one that Fenris cannot refuse to join in for his own slight dishonesty, and one that Hawke cannot forsake for his own stubborn, lovesick, unvoiced needs. The third time he poses the teasing question, Fenris remains silent with sleep. Hawke smiles, seeking out the tell-tale spots of scarred almond skin and planting a scratchy kiss on each before he gives in to fatigue himself, Fenris’ cold fingers reaching out and interlacing with Hawke’s just beyond the brink of slumber.

Over time Hawke has adapted, learned to bestow just the right amount of magical power to soothe the vigilant lyrium into peaceful hibernation. Soon, this newly discovered ability comes without asking, without concentrating, of its own accord, without thinking.

Under his touch his skin, Fenris confessed, some days later, prickled nigh on without pain, so close to innoxiousness he could even imagine analgesia.

He will never touch Fenris without this gift of his again, and, among so numerous a thing, Hawke discovers that there is an unflinching, appeased quality, void of hissing and restrain, under that menacing white-hot colored blaze.

[sintrup]

I’d let Fenris and Anders break my heart a million times over

[midisdying]

Fenris romance be like:

Fenris: *rips the heart out of a man's chest*

Hawke: Well, I can't not fuck him.

[fuckyeahmhawkefenris]

I don't know if it needs to be mentioned, but tumblr activity has been so passive these past few years, i want to do something

tumblr updates were hardly ever met with approval, and a while ago it occured to me that it's gotten stupidly difficult to get to the origins of reblogged posts you see on your dash. Not exactly difficult, but unnecessarily complicated?

It used to be you could click on reblogged from, and it took you where you wanted it to. Now it simply leads you to the front page of the blog where the post in question came from.

Reblogging posts used to have more impact, it really helped people find more interesting things. But now it's like... nobody wants to find anything, (or maybe they'd forgotten how to look?) they just take whetever shows on their dashboard? I'm not trying to attack anyone, and hope nobody takes offense to this, only want to remind you that there's a tonne of interesting stuff that lies out there. It's not even hidden! Go and grab it! You can find things for yourself without waiting for me to put it on your dash.

Say, hrhase's dragon Hawke comic series? I know it's well loved by the fandom, those posts have thousands of notes, and I know you all get happy when it's reblogged here, but that's where it always ends? Nobody ever cares to look for more?

Few people wish to explore the tag list, I understand that it's pretty long, may be overhelming and you may not know where to even start?

You could start with something simple. Did you like that dragon Hawke comic? Go to the original post on THIS blog (not the OP's)

This will take you to fuckyeahmhawkefenris blog page - one of its latest posts.

There you'll need to find where that latest post was reblogged from (surprise, it's the same old fuckyeahmhawkefenris!) BUT that post has all the relevant tags that COULD be relavant to your interests!

You see hrhase's tag and it will let you find the continuation of this dragonHawke's story, and more of their art (seriously, check it out, it's so soft and beautiful!). You'll see more things about dragon Hawke - the tag is DragonTheme. Long haired Fenris too!

We just have so many fantastic things, but they lay forgotten in the back of this blog.

And it works for every other post here. Lately I've been tagging everything as delete later, and it will be deleted eventually, but until then you CAN use them to find things similar to what you keep liking that you'll enjoy as well.

I hope it will at least be helpful to the new people in the fandom. I really do. Please remember that the tags are here for a reason, and not just for hushed whispers.