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[littleglowingwolf]

would you still love me if I was a worm?

i wrote this as an act of anti-fascism. yes it is about getting deep dicked by a being of light.

Post-Veilguard Spirit Solas x Lavellan || Read on AO3

Excerpt:

The spirit in front of her twirled once, a happy little thing. Her nakedness seemed to please him. Solas was no longer speaking to her in words - as long as one of his pulsing branches made contact with her skin, she could feel his will, his meaning. She took a step forward as one of the tail tendrils slipped between her legs and tickled her thigh. She felt safe. Relaxed. Intrigued.

[littleglowingwolf]

Snippet Sunday (Monday)

Tagged by both @gefionne & @luzial, my beloveds.

From a distant chapter of a taste of the sun

Fenris, I miss you. Not in the way that would require some big conversation about feelings but in the “I miss having you around” way. When we’re out working that’s one thing, but you’ve stopped coming to Wicked Grace (I hear you’ve been playing Diamondback with Donnic and bunch of the Guards?) and you only come out for drinks every few weeks.  Did you know that Isabela, Varric, and I used to bet on which one of us could make you crack a smile first? Or did you just think the three of us were throwing out the dumbest jokes and the most rancid puns we could come up with to amuse each other? I usually won, by the way, though I guess in retrospect I can imagine why. Anyway, write back please? Hawke __ Hawke, It’s been a long time since I saw one of your letters peeking out of my postbox. My dead heart skipped a beat. I know your thoughts do not often turn to me these days, but I wonder sometimes if there might be a repeat of  I will be truthful. I did wonder why the three of you turned into such buffoons some evenings and were perfectly normal on others. I am pleased to hear I won you some coin. I would not be opposed to resuming our correspondence, though I am not sure I have it in me to be around everyone as I used to be. There is too much weighing on my mind to let it go. While I know you will insist on the strength of our friendship (all of your band of misfits), I still cannot bring myself to trust, when the time comes, anyone but myself (and you.) Fenris

[littleglowingwolf]

Inquisitive Hearts - Full Work

So now that Overgrown (Part I) has concluded, I've decided to post Inquisitive Hearts as its own fic on AO3.

Inquisitor Sister Jeanne balances the weight of leadership, faith, and forbidden desires. With the rugged Captain Andor and the enigmatic Magister Gaius pulling her heart in two directions, and the charming Protector Crowe stirring unexpected thoughts, Jeanne must decide if her duty to the Maker outweighs the call of her heart—and body.

"Inquisitive Hearts" was the in-universe harlequin romance novel featured in Overgrown by @luzial and as such is just 4 chapters of mostly-uninterrupted smut.

Extremely non-Canon AU || Read on AO3

Excerpt:

“I can’t see how you could read in this light,” he said, quickly moving his hand away. “Have you considered moving the desk closer to the window?” She swallowed hard. She did not like to admit weakness at all, let alone to someone who made her stomach all… whatever this feeling was. But she also wanted to trust him, more than anything. “I can’t move it,” she said with a faint smile, “it’s too heavy.” “Well that’s one way I can make myself useful,” Andor said. Before she could stop him, he had removed his cape and armor and was standing before her, in her chambers, in only the leather layer of his armor. The moment he turned away, Jeanne pinched herself. Was she dreaming? For the next several minutes, Jeanne watched enraptured as the Captain, with considerable sweat, understated grunts, and impressive strength moved her monstrous desk from one end of her chambers to the bright light of the window. When the last bit slid into place, it occurred to Jeanne she should have offered to help.

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Elvhen Glory - Part I

Reprising my role as harlequin romance author Cerise V.C. Starr* in Roots by @luzial, Elvhen Glory is a magical retelling of the story of the Last Inquisitor who just so happens to be an elf from Clan Lavellan.

BARELY-Canon Solavellan AU || Read on AO3

Excerpt:

Every pair of eyes in the room was locked firmly on her, but the most surprising of all belonged to a tall and slender elf leaning against a plinth at the back of the hall. Remus was not expecting this. Where he had once seen a wild and feral forest elf who would have looked quite at home dancing in the moonlight, he now saw a proper lady worthy of the title of Inquisitor. He would not scold himself for underestimating her – clearly much work had been required to present her in such a state – but he was nevertheless struck by the beauty that had seemingly hidden below the surface layers of dirt and tattered leather. Remus closed his eyes and lifted his consciousness out of himself, raising it to the tall ceiling of the ballroom. He listened, not with his tall and pointed ears, but with his magic.

*renowned author of Inquisitive Hearts from Overgrown

[littleglowingwolf]

WIP Wednesday

Tagged by @luzial.

From the an upcoming chapter of a taste of the sun:

I have pledged myself to a lifetime at Hawke’s side, but I did not think of how that might mean watching her fall in love with someone. Watching her get to know them, to flatter and joke. To see someone else coax her smile. The warmth of her against their body in her bed. Their arms around her as she falls asleep, their hands in her hair, her legs around their hips, hearing the little whimpers from her mouth as she… Perhaps I will watch her start a family, have children, and move to the countryside? She would not need me at her side then.  She would have everything she wanted, everything she ever desired. It would not include the broken man who once needed her so desperately.

[littleglowingwolf]

a taste of the sun - prologue

Hawke blazes like a sun: blinding and warm. Fenris, all scars and silence, is a moth.

She is his light, he her steady shadow.

Canon-based FenHawke || Read on AO3 || Read from the beginning

Excerpt:

Her home was one of abundance. Perhaps not literal, but an abundance of life. When it was consumed by death incarnate, Hawke and her family barely escaped with their lives, eventually landing in Kirkwall. She was not used to city life, but she was industrious and soon learned to put food on her family’s table with her daggers and her cunning. His home, by contrast, was simply an empty void inside his mind and heart. It is difficult to miss what you do not know, but he had been running, running, running for so long it was impossible to envisage a destination. Every now and again he would stop running and see if his past would catch up with him. It was always a calculated risk that might end in his true freedom, or more likely, his death. Either way, he thought, it would be over at last. It was one such respite when they met. Through a seemingly trustworthy dwarf, she and her crew were hired to take the bait of a honeypot the Tevinter had set. He saw the hirelings deaths as an unfortunate necessity, but to his surprise, she emerged, covered in blood and out of breath. He quickly dispatched the rest of the pack sent after him. Neither of them was prepared for their meeting.

[littleglowingwolf]

a taste of the sun - Chapter 2: Guardian, 9:31 Dragon

Hawke blazes like a sun: blinding and warm. Fenris, all scars and silence, is a moth.

She is his light, he her steady shadow.

Canon-based FenHawke || Read on AO3 || Read from the beginning

Excerpt:

The most wonderful thing about teaching him was the confidence with which he tackled every word. He would plow through the sounds like by the end of the word, surely it would come together. Common was not so simple a tongue, but he learned like a fighter - swift, decisive, and instinctively.  Her corrections, though fewer and farther between as they progressed, gave him renewed energy rather than any amount of shame. She never saw him make the same mistake twice. He was torn between chasing her praise and slowing their lessons. The more successful he was, the less she said to correct him, but he had become an expert at catching her pleased smile out of his periphery when he read aloud. She brought him a leather bound book one day, and pressed it into his hands. When he inquired what they were reading next, she opened it to a middle page where he saw it was blank. Cautiously and encouragingly, she encouraged him to start his own journal, the spectre of his past haunting the conversation. He would never have dared put his private thoughts to paper - the risk was too great. 

[littleglowingwolf]

Inquisitive Hearts - Part IV

Inquisitive Hearts is a human Inquisitor’s story – “light-on-history and heavy-on-speculation” – that has scandalized and titillated the world of the modern AU “Overgrown,” in collaboration with @luzial Sister Jeanne is a chaste and devout member of the Chantry whose life is upturned by her rise to Inquisitor and unexpected distractions in the form of her Templar Captain, Andor, and Magisterial Advisor, Gaius.

Extremely non-Canon AU || Read on AO3 || Read from the beginning

Excerpt:

Jeanne interlaced her fingers with Gaius’s, and slowly led him across the room to where Andor stood. Gaius followed with only the slightest hesitation. Without releasing his hand, she used her other to reach up to cradle Andor’s neck as she pulled him in for a deep, luxuriating kiss. “Jeanne …” Gaius tentatively whispered her name. “What in the hells are you doing?” “I am doing what I feel is best for the Inquisition," she said through a wry smile. Her left hand slipped down casually to intertwine with Andor’s, matching her right with Gaius’s, as her shawl fell from her shoulders and revealed her lavender slip. She led both men to her bed, where she released their hands and sat, beckoning them to join her.

[littleglowingwolf]

a taste of the sun - Chapter 7: Kingsway, 9:33 Dragon

Hawke blazes like a sun: blinding and warm. Fenris, all scars and silence, is a moth.

She is his light, he her steady shadow.

E-Rated

Canon-based FenHawke || Read on AO3 || Read from the beginning

Excerpt:

Hawke, It is quite funny how it is easier to say things in my letters that I could not say to your face. For example, I took a punch to the mouth today because I was too distracted watching the curve of your hips.

[littleglowingwolf]

Inquisitive Hearts - Part II

Inquisitive Hearts is a human Inquisitor's story -- "light-on-history and heavy-on-speculation" -- that has scandalized and titillated the world of the modern AU "Overgrown," in collaboration with @luzial Sister Jeanne is a chaste and devout member of the Chantry whose life is upturned by her rise to Inquisitor and unexpected distractions in the form of her Templar Captain, Andor, and Magisterial Advisor, Gaius.

Extremely non-Canon AU || Read on AO3 || Read from the beginning

Excerpt:

The magister had arrived from Tevinter a week before. He was an odd and intimidating man, with black waved locks that fell to his shoulders and deep, dark eyes that betrayed no hint of his inner workings. The Chantry had always warned of the twisted and treacherous magic practiced in Tevinter, and when Jeanne looked at Magister Gaius, she knew in her heart the truth behind every one of those cautionary tales. Now, as his eyes bore into her with unashamed curiosity, Jeanne struggled not to shy away from his attention. Audaciously, his gaze moved pointedly from her, to Andor, and back to her again. The slightest twitch of his eyebrow and an upturned edge of his lip into the beginning of a smirk made her heart drop to her stomach. Somehow, he knew. The heat rose to her cheeks and she focused her eyes down at the table, protectively avoiding the intensity of his gaze. The last thing she needed was all of Tevinter gossiping about the Inquisitor bedding her guard captain - not after all the trouble they’d been through to maintain their spiritual purity. When Jeanne looked up again, the room had gone strange. No one was there, save for her and the magister. To her right, the chair Andor had occupied just moments before was empty. She was alone with Magister Gaius.

[littleglowingwolf]

a taste of the sun - Chapter 9: Wintermarch, 9:34 Dragon

Just a lil baby chapter before some smut.

Hawke blazes like a sun: blinding and warm. Fenris, all scars and silence, is a moth.

She is his light, he her steady shadow.

E-Rated

Canon-based FenHawke || Read on AO3 || Read from the beginning

Excerpt:

I know we already spoke on this but I cannot help but put it to paper for you to understand, perhaps, just how deeply sorry and ashamed I am. I never wanted to go into the Fade at all, but once I saw you had set your mind to it, I needed to be there to make sure you came back. The Fade is pure magic and we did not know what the Dalish Keeper might conjure or what presence might await you there.

[littleglowingwolf]

a taste of the sun Chapters 4&5: Drakonis, 9:33 Dragon

Hawke blazes like a sun: blinding and warm. Fenris, all scars and silence, is a moth.

She is his light, he her steady shadow.

E-Rated

Canon-based FenHawke || Read on AO3 || Read from the beginning

[As of these chapters this work finally has actual smut in it]

Excerpt:

Fenris, What the fuck? I’m still trying to make sense of what happened. The best way I know how to is by writing it down so I am going to write it down for you, perhaps as some vindictive attempt to disallow you to forget. Last night I stopped at the mansion to see you. I didn’t have an excuse to be there, but you know I am fantastic under pressure. It seemed you weren’t home. I knocked a few times – perhaps you’d fallen asleep or had too many. I gave up and walked home. Rounding the corner to my house, I saw a figure backlit by the torches at the door. One hand went to my boot to grab my dagger. But then I saw you properly, sitting on the long stone bench, your head in your hands.

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a taste of the sun - Chapter 3: Drakonis, 9:31 Dragon

Hawke blazes like a sun: blinding and warm. Fenris, all scars and silence, is a moth.

She is his light, he her steady shadow.

Canon-based FenHawke || Read on AO3 || Read from the beginning

Excerpt:

He’d skulk through Lowtown for days, the weight of his weapon heavy and comforting on his back. He would take no one’s pity, he would allow no one to lighten his load. He would still come if she called, but he was taciturn and uninterested in what they were hired to do. When the rest of them would retreat, bloody, to the Hanged Man at the end of a long day, he would excuse himself and retire. But always, after a few weeks, he would catch a glimpse of her that filled him with a desire to possess her, to protect her. He was not accustomed to wanting; a slave’s life discourages this perhaps more than anything. But the longer he stayed away from her, the colder his heart got. And for the first time in his life, he felt it. And it would draw him back into her warm, joyful, vibrant orbit.

[littleglowingwolf]

Seven Sentence WIP Game

tagged by @luzial, thanks!!!

if I didn't tag you by name and you want to do it consider yourself tagged!

I'm feeling unhinged today so here's 7 sentences from the first smut chapter of my FenHawke WIP "a taste of the sun." Yes this chapter IS in second person.

I did almost fall over trying to undress myself, and I looked up to see you holding yourself up on your elbows, watching me. You looked pleased. Humored. Happy. I tried not to get distracted by the bulge below your waistline, but from this angle it was definitely not something you could expect of a reasonable woman. You caught my gaze drifting and you laughed and allowed yourself to fall back with a little huff.  Though I playfully slapped your leg, l admit, it was funny.

[littleglowingwolf]

a taste of the sun - Chapter 13: Cloudreach, 9:34 Dragon

Another smut chapter!

Hawke blazes like a sun: blinding and warm. Fenris, all scars and silence, is a moth.

She is his light, he her steady shadow.

E-Rated

Canon-based FenHawke || Read on AO3 || Read from the beginning

Excerpt:

It was four hands into Wicked Grace and Hawke was already down four sovereigns. Fenris was… a distracting presence. She had awoken this morning with a vague memory of putting a letter in his postbox, but she, for the life of her, could not remember what it said. Probably something sappy about missing him. Not life-endingly humiliating, but perhaps close. He didn’t seem to be treating her very differently, she puzzled. He had seen the letter, she knew, because when she woke up frantically just after dawn and realized what she had done she rushed to his mansion and to retrieve it before he saw only to find it emptied.

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First line tag game

Rules: post the first line of your wip, the first line you worked on today, or any other "first line!"

Thank you @gefionne for this tag!

Fenris, What the fuck?