#Fenris x F!Hawke

[scarfacemarston]

saw your post saying that you want ideas for Fenris, so here's my 5 cents;

You know the romance ending for Fenris? Whenever I see it and I hear Varric say "a hero was born" for some reason that makes me think that it is giving us the idea that Fenris has become a dad, soooooo, any thoughts on Fenris as a dad?

Have a good day/night

Hey! I LOVE that idea. Seriously, that is so heartwarming to think of. It's been months since I've written hc and I've never written for Fenris before, but I hope you like it! I have bonus hc's from the crew below the cut. Background: Despite being together for over several years since Act 3 and the fact that they might as well have been married, Varric and crew still found themselves surprised to hear that Fenris and Hawke were pregnant/adopting. "Broody with a Broody Jr on the way? I knew it'd happen at some point; you owe me 50 coppers, Rivani."

If pregnant - Hawke was initially worried Fenris would leave them because of their first night together, but he had proven himself loyal to a fault numerous times, the thought thankfully disrupted quickly.

Fenris is the worrying warrior until after the baby is born, or if adopting, til they bring them home.  His mind is always going a mile a minute risk calculation and problem-solving for things that haven't yet happened. Hawke has to get him to snap out of it. He's extremely attentive partially because he tries to think about any possible situation and discomfort and how to avoid it. If Hawke is pregnant, he's ready, whether through ginger tea, soothing balms, hot towels, massages, craving outings, you name it.

It's not original, but the baby would definitely be named Bethany, Leandra, or Malcolm if it's a son. With adoption, he feels a little more in control. (I love the idea of Fenris having a daughter, so that's what I'm using her. Feel free to hc differently!)

The baby loves his voice. Adores it. She perks up whenever Fenris speaks, even if it's the quietest of murmurs or humming. Fenris would talk to the baby if his partner is pregnant, calming her down, especially if she starts kicking.  

He doesn't mind getting up in the middle of the night to take care of her. He's lived on such little sleep before, but this was something worth it. He sometimes likes the quiet to reflect on his new life and gaze at the miracle in his arms.

Fenris has to be reminded to put her down sometimes so Hawke can hold her ---then Hawke has to be reminded to put down the baby so they can get work done.

Definitely lots of story time together and time spent reading books together. 

He wants his child to be curious about the world and not be afraid to question why things are the way they are. He encourages her to ask difficult questions, even if it's something he doesn't always want to answer. He will try to answer in an age-appropriate manner anyhow.

Incredibly protective. He never thought he'd have a family, and now he has someone who depends on him more than anything. He is never far from her; if he can't chase after them, she's in a playpen where he can keep watch. However, he also tells himself that falling and making mistakes is okay. Scratched knees or messes are to be expected. Fenris becomes very good at toeing the line between being protective and allowing her to pick herself up and figure out solutions "by herself." (Of course, he'll still be there to kiss it better or give her a boost.)

He and Hawke agree that they'd rather gift her love and time than gifts.

Somehow, Fenris has ended up with an extra Malbari, 2 cats, and a goat as pets.

He teaches her a lot of skills, Lots of nature excursions, and teaches her things like navigation, plant identification, starting a fire, and helping her learn a language. 

He and Hawke agree to teach her self-defense once she's old enough. He's a firm & thorough but patient teacher.

He and Hawke believe she should do whatever she pleases with her body. Does she want long-flowing hair? He'll show off his braiding skills. Does she want chopped hair like FemHawke? Done. 

If she turns out to be a mage, Fenris would accept it. He would know that was a possibility whether she was biologically theirs - because of Hawke's mage line or, if adopted, that it is a randomized gene. He would be lying if he didn't think their lives would be easier if she wasn't a mage - but that is because he is worried for her and the current politics - not so much because of his past treatment of mages. It would take him a little time to process it, but he would love her just the same……….he only hopes that Hawke or one of their friends can help with the magic because turning the floor into an ice rink or the smell of burnt hair can only be tolerated for so long.

Bonus:

The Hawke crew isn't always around, but I like to hear them stay in touch and visit. Maybe they still travel together. I hated the idea of them breaking up.

Varric has most definitely written a few adventures with her in mind - one being a talking animal version of Hawke's adventures. Another about griffons and another about malbari adventurers.

Merrill brings the sweetest gifts and loves telling stories and taking her foraging. Flower crowns are a must.

Isabela develops a liking for stuffed plushies. It started with a stuffed parrot, and before they knew it, the bed was crowded with stuff like Malbari, parrots, griffon, cats, and whatever she could find. Isabela also gives her her first pirate sword. Baby Hawke loves her jewelry.

Aveline - mage or not - offers to train her in combat. Of course, Hawke laughs and says, "She's a baby. I think she's fine for now." She'd offer to babysit - Hawke having a child really has her curious about starting her own family with Donnic when they can find the time. Donnic makes her a set of cards so she can "play" diamondback with them.

Anders offers medical care if he is around and also offers to tutor her in magic - but I think we all know what Fenris' thoughts on that would be. Still, Fenris would begrudgingly be thankful for any care he provided.

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[jackienova]

aster / ˈæs tər /

The aster flower has a wide range of symbolic meanings, including patience, faith, love, valour, and wisdom.

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[pikapeppa]

In the morning when I wake And the sun is coming through Oh, you fill my lungs with sweetness And you fill my head with you

Shall I write it in a letter? Shall I try to get it down? Oh, you fill my head with pieces Of a song I can't get out

-- "Bloom" by the Paper Kites

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What better way to celebrate the return of nudity than with some beautiful FenRynne art by @lethendralis-paints?? So glad this can now be enjoyed more widely! 😭❤🙏

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[felassanis]

- What His Lyrium Whispered

Fenris x F!Hawke 

Warnings: Violence

Read it AO3! https://archiveofourown.org/works/43572516

Fenris feels like the whole world is coming down on him. 

Reality tears at the seams like wet paper and the ugly stone walls of the Viscount’s Keep feel ready to topple like falling trees. None of this feels real; yet the blood hammering in his head tells him otherwise. The panic gutting his stomach like a blade  making him near manic.

He’s used to spiralling internally. Maintaining the stoic safe zone for others to rely on when the situation becomes dangerous. But in this moment, watching as Hawke struggles for air against the ironclad grip of the Arishok’s hand clenched around her throat, he can’t maintain this facade any longer. 

He can see the cracks deepening in the stone pillar she’s been thrust against. Used like an object - he’s shocked her damn spine hadn’t snapped. Or perhaps it had, there was no way for Fenris to know, to check on her. He steps one foot in this arena, the whole room will descend upon him like wolves. 

He can feel their eyes on his back, dangling along his spine like spider legs. The other Qunari stand like watchful statues all around them unmoved by the torture. Yet he feels as though they are just waiting for him to move. To finally snap. At this rate, Fenris fears they will get what they want…

“Elf…” 

The twisting expressions tearing apart Hawke’s face were enough to make him frenzy. That startled look of realisation - that there’s no way she’s getting out of this one - strikes at his heart as surely as a blade. He wants desperately to rush in, to unleash his fury on the Arishok. Make him regret ever laying a hand on her. But he knows that won’t save her…

The flash of memory over their last words; their last moment alone - and he’d left. Left her naked and alone in cold bed sheets as he stormed into the night. Pushed each and every attempt she’d made to pull him back, to have them talk about this. He left things unsaid, unanswered, and unsatisfied. Foolishly thinking there’d be time, another moment to explain, a distant future where he could be enough and ready.

And now he watches the colour drain from her face, her eyes bulging with horror, mouth twisting in agony. She’s everything to his world, to his heart, and he’s watching her die slowly right before him and everyone else she loves.��

“Fenris!” 

Varric. Fenris tears his gaze from the horror and across his shoulder. His teeth ache with how tight his jaw is, eyeing the dwarf who’s suddenly got a firm grip on his wrist. 

“You can’t,” He’s never heard Varric beg. And frankly Fenris never wishes to hear it again. It reminds him how fucked everything is that the dwarf can’t find a reason to smile. That he too has lost hope that Hawke will have something up her sleeve this time…

Fenris looks down, startled as he realises. Despite intending to remain behind the line. He’s now standing on it. Teetering dangerously close to crossing it. Hearing movement, he sees the Qunari around them - their hands suddenly gripping the spears on their backs. Eyes daring him to step further.

Qunlat reaches his ears then, hot and spitting. He watches as the Arishok’s face pulls into pure rage as his already impossibly forceful grip winds all the tighter around Hawke’s throat. To the point Fenris sees his grey knuckles burn white. Lifting her up only to slam her back into the column, as if testing if she was still kicking. Her body thudded on impact horribly. He had taken all his outrage on her - holding her up as the city he had been stranded in. The city he had tolerated like a flesh-eating parasite gnawing away at him. His anguish cut deep into her skin in angry red lines dripping down and down…

He’d beaten her bloody, but his own body ran red with the myriad of cuts and gashes inflicted by the quickness of Hawke’s sword. But in the end…it wasn’t enough.

“No, no, no…” Isabela is the next one to be forcefully pulled back by Varric. Only just catching her, Varric lets Fenris go as he needed both hands to force her back.

“He’s going to fucking kill her!” Isabela cries out, struggling in Varric’s grip. 

“Rivaini no!” 

“Look at her! Look!” Her voice rings throughout the hall, pulling even the Arishok’s attention briefly. Who regards Isabela with nothing. Face stoic and unreadable, hardened like he was sculpted from stone. If he felt any remorse for giving Hawke such an agonising end, he didn’t show it. Deep down however, Fenris wondered if he felt enlightened by the thief’s reaction. Emboldened by his idea of swift punishment for stealing the Tome of Koslun.

Between Isabela’s frantic shouting, the mingled outcry of onlookers, and the rest of Hawke’s group looking on in pure horror. Fenris feels his sanity slipping. 

It’s only when Hawke uses what little strength she has to place her hand on the Arishok’s arm - as if that would stop him - that finally breaks him.

And in the end, when her near lifeless gaze reaches his, and she still somehow fucking smiles, as if to reassure him. He looks away. 

He can’t watch her die like this. And it makes him feel sick. The woman he had loved and abandoned only two days ago. The woman who had given him a place to call home, who made him feel seen, wanted, heard, and who he left like it was nothing. The woman whose affections he had never deserved since day one…and he couldn’t even give her the satisfaction of looking back at her in her final moments.

His heart is tearing apart, splitting open like a gushing wound. He’ll bleed out on the floor, and walk out of this Keep a husk of his former self. Suddenly he’s that elf in the dense fog of Seheron. The blood of comrades sticky on his skin, unable to even offer the respect of gazing upon the faces of the friends he had just decimated upon demand. 

“Vat!”

A roaring gush, like the opening maws of a dragon, cracks the room apart. 

The Arishok suddenly stumbles back. Clawing at his wrist wildly - the distinct smell of burning flesh filling Fenris’s nose - as Hawke’s body slumps against the ground. 

The Arishok mumbles curses in Qunlat - phrases Fenris can’t begin to decipher amidst the groans and hisses as he holds his wrist. Smoke trailing from a patch of pink skin. Fenris thinks he’s missed something, brain lagging from the hysteria of losing Hawke. Until…

Hawke moves, slowly rising to her knees - the skin of her palms rippled from burns as smokey tendrils wave. As a small glow emits around Hawke’s form, Fenris spots that her fingers are moving. Tracing strange shapes…the same way that Anders does when he’s working in the clinic in Darktown…

Fenris stops breathing as she stands - her wounds healed but still red raw - spitting out a chunk of blood as she stares down the Arishok. Her face pulled into pure manic ecstasy as she extended her arms outwards - as if to taunt him.

“Y-You…are Saarebaas?” The Arishok picks his axes from the ground. Eyeing Hawke with disdain.

“Yes,” She breathed, like she had finally released a breath she’d been holding for a long time.

She’s a terrifying sight. Her palms are scarred; the skin rippling from the fire. Her nose bridge split open  like her face was torn in half as blood spills across her nose and down to her jaw. Clothes sopping wet from her wounds. Yet she smiles - teeth blood red - like a demon descended from the Fade…

Fenris feels cold suddenly. Witnessing the woman he had fought beside for three years, the woman he had laughed with and talked to until the early hours of the morning. The woman he loved and laid with - now practically exuding magic. In this moment, she was magic. Untamed and wild; no staff to shape and conjure the fade into controllable elements, but pouring her determination to survive into reality like a crashing wave.

All this time he thought her to be a warrior like him. Built and locked into the waking world - relying on the physical to maintain strength and skill. But no, she was born to expel elements beyond the common man’s understanding. Born to manipulate and take. All this time when she touched him, his lyrium would thrum as if attuned to something. He thought it resonated with his love for her, his lyrium veins quivering for all the feelings he harboured. They were one after all.

But no. They were warning him. Whispering that magic was near the entire time.

“You lie,” The Arishok spits on the ground.“You dare engage in a duel with me, Sarebaas?!”

“Is that you forfeiting?” Hawke spits out more blood. “Does the Arishok claim defeat against a Southern mage?”

When she speaks, Fenris notes the other Qunari sharing glances with each other. The Arishok too seems to clock this, looking all around him. Fenris knows he did not view Hawke as a woman, to engage in a duel with one is unheard of for the Qunari. But he still respected her. With this revelation…Hawke has well and truly removed any ounce of humanity he might have once held for her….

He fears that. Amidst the anger he feels over her sick lies, he fears what he’ll do now. 

The Arishok spins his axe in hand, rolling his boulder-like shoulder.

“No,”

Hawke’s face is firm, as if she had wished for nothing more. Nodding once in silent confirmation. She turns to her companions, but distinctively avoids him.

“Anders, your staff,” She says.

Fenris watches Anders, who freezes for a moment in shock, before slowly walking over to Hawke. He grips his staff firmly even as she tries to take it. And Fenris feels his blood boil as they exchange words, Anders taking hold of her shoulder and squeezing it. 

Then he turns away. And it feels like he too avoids looking at him as Hawke slams the bottom of the staff into the ground.

She holds it with confidence. The staff like a third arm, as she settles into a battle stance…..

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[juliafied]

WIP Whenever

Listen, I wanted this to be a Snippet Sunday but then I realized that my brain only thinks it’s Sunday because it’s Victoria Day and a long weekend. If you haven’t posted lately consider yourself tagged, if you like!

Anyway, I am writing today! And Love All chapter 20 is coming along:

As if reading her mind, Varric sends a steadying look her way and reaches to squeeze her bicep. “Come on, Hawke. Don’t get in your head.”

From there, it’s a few of his regular pointers – more for Hawke, fewer for Fenris, as always, but she doesn’t mind, because the more Varric talks the more she needs to listen, and listening is keeping her eyes off their opponents, who have already started warming up.

“They’re going to try to trap you on your defense, and that’s where you’ll catch the momentum. Nice and easy, no overcompensating, just like we practiced. Alright?”

“Yes,” says Fenris, meeting her eye like no one else is in the hall, and the sounds of the competition and the crowd around them fade away, like they’re about to walk onto the court in an empty gym on a crisp autumn morning and run drills until they’re good and warm and drenched in sweat. He looks at her the way he always does when she’s told a bad joke and he’s laughed in spite of himself – like she’s caught his gaze from across a crowded Hanged Man, Isabela at her elbow and Aveline rushing off, as always. Her breath catches in her throat, not the first time that it has as his green eyes mingle with her brown.

And then, he breaks into a smile, that same sun-soaked smile that she loves – loves? – so well, and where his lips go hers must follow, so she smiles too.

The crowd fades back into her ears, the squeak of their opponents’ shoes as they bat the birdie back and forth, the faint thrum of excitement somewhere behind her eyes making itself known, the adrenaline pumping thickly through her veins.

“Right,” she says, grips her racquet, and walks onto the court.

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[cullens-babe]

My Fenhawke Headcannon (for my Jane):

Fenris is broody and seems to be against touch because of his marks, but I like to imagine that once he gets closer to Hawke and says he loves her, he sort of likes it when she touches him. If she runs her hands down his arms or over his chest or touch his neck, he doesn’t react badly anymore and actually leans into it.

I just wanted to say that bc I’m craving Fenhawke content in this day.

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[adactaaries]

After the fight

VERY pleasant commission for starsmakenonoise

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[ladeaeveld]

Fenris and Hawke post-Inquisition reunion for Valentine's Day!

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[dailydadoodles]

Some pillow talk...

(Requested by @wrongstrawdog, who wanted Fenris and their Hawke!)

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[shivunin]

The Small Hours

(Maria Hawke/Fenris | 1496 words | No warnings)

They’d started the evening with a book.

Fenris was managing the experience of reading better now than he had at first, even if he was still slow enough to make him self-conscious with anyone but Hawke. In truth, he didn’t need as much help as she thought he did—they’d been working at it for several months now, and he read often when he was alone—but he kept coming back to her manor for informal lessons anyway. There was a quiet warmth to these evenings that had taken him by surprise, and he could not seem to let it go just yet. 

So—tonight, they’d begun by reading. It was something relatively inconsequential—a collection of limericks, easy and fast to read. Fenris suspected Hawke just liked to hear him say things like “hullaballoo” or “festooned.” Her frequent, poorly hidden snickers did not relieve him of this suspicion, but Fenris found he could not mind the sound of her laughter. 

In fact, he’d enjoyed it so much that he’d read through the entire volume, and then he’d been loath to leave. Her library was pleasantly insulated from the noise of the street or the rest of the manor, and the fire crackling in the hearth was a cheerful counterpoint to the whistle of the wind outside. Fenris was comfortable in a cushion on the floor, leaning back against her bookshelves while Hawke sprawled on her couch. It seemed a shame to end things so soon, though he had no excuse to stay. So—he’d set the book aside when he finished the last poem and asked her a question instead of taking his leave. 

“What was it like,” he asked, “to grow up in Lothering?” 

“Hmm,” Hawke said. 

She peered up at the ceiling for a moment, the pause long enough to make him wonder if he shouldn’t have asked, if the memories were perhaps too painful. Eventually, she turned to look at him again and smiled. 

“When I was little,” she said, “It seemed the finest place in the world. We had to stay away from anywhere too close to a city or large groups of templars, of course, because of…well. But the farm seemed like its own world; we didn’t spend much time in town until we were a bit older and could keep our magic to ourselves.”

She paused and winced, then went on. 

“Well—mostly to ourselves. There was this awful boy—”

Fenris snorted and she pushed herself higher on the cushions.

“Don’t laugh!” she said, smiling despite the words, “There was this awful boy who would always knock Carver down and pull Beth’s braids and he was so mean and I just couldn’t stand him. One time he was standing somewhat close to a fire beneath a stewpot and I—”

“Hawke,” Fenris said, but she held up a hand.

“I didn’t hurt him! But I did burn out the bottom of his market basket. Eggs and fruit all over the place, the brat. He deserved it. And his mother accompanied him to the market for weeks after, so he didn’t have a chance to be cruel again until after Carver and Beth learned to throw a punch.”

Fenris shook his head, failing to hide the smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“But that wasn’t your question,” she said, shaking her head ruefully. 

Reclining on the couch had left one side of her hair a mess, the curls bunched up in places and tangled in others. Fenris tried to put a name to the thing he felt upon seeing it, but he could not. It was—this was—intimate, in a way he could not seem to wrap his hands around to comprehend properly.

“It was quiet,” she went on, apparently oblivious to his stare, “We tended the farm and the livestock, always working, up before dawn every day. It was easier when the twins…when the twins were older. We could handle the load a little better. But sometimes, after harvest and before planting came, it felt like I had the whole world to run through. The sun in my hair and the warm earth between my toes—it was always a fight to get shoes on me back then.”

She was smiling again, soft and fond, her eyes fixed somewhere in the corner and somewhere farther away entirely. Fenris could not have made himself look away from the light in her face even if he’d wanted to. He wondered what it would be like to trace the lines and shapes of her expression with his fingertips; he wondered, too, what she would look like, carefree in the sunlight with the wind in her hair. 

He wondered what it would be like to remember one’s childhood. 

“I seem to recall you barefoot here more than once,” Fenris said, to push the last thought away, and Hawke’s eyes found his again. 

“Yes,” she said, wrinkling her nose, “Have you felt formal shoes before? Goodness. I can’t blame you for never wearing any at all. Sometimes I’d like to try it for myself.”

“Why don’t you?” Fenris asked. 

Hawke edged a little lower on the couch and lifted a foot, which was, in fact, bare at the moment. She wiggled her toes for a moment, then shrugged. 

“What if I step on something sharp?” 

“I would recommend not stepping on something sharp,” Fenris agreed gravely. Hawke tipped back her head and laughed. 

“Don’t you ever?”

“Occasionally,” he said, and shrugged, “Perhaps I am used to it.”

“Perhaps,” she said, and tucked her feet into the cushions again, “Well—maybe you can try fancy shoes one day, and I can try leggings.”

“Somehow,” Fenris said drily, resting his elbow on his knee and allowing the hand to dangle loose, “I think you are getting the better end of the bargain.”

“Maybe so,” Hawke laughed, snuggling deeper into the cushions and tucking an arm under her head, “Did I answer your question? I can’t remember.”

“You did,” Fenris said, but—he wasn’t ready to stop talking yet. He cleared his throat and added:

“What became of the awful boy? The one you set aflame?” 

He chose his words on purpose, and her reaction did not disappoint. Hawke’s mouth dropped open and she pressed a hand to her chest in outrage. 

“I did not ‘set him aflame,’” she said, frowning at him, “The nerve!”

Fenris kept his laugh to himself, but he couldn’t resist the smile that crept up either side of his face. Hawke reached behind her, retrieved a small, circular pillow, and threw it at his head. Fenris caught it easily, laughing in earnest now despite himself. She went on, describing the boy’s fate—an apprenticeship in the city—and Fenris went on asking her questions great and small, unwilling to let the evening go. Her voice became heavy as the hours rolled by, and her eyelids opened more and more slowly, until at last she trailed off mid-sentence and did not finish her story. 

“Hawke?” Fenris murmured. 

He was tired, too; he was not certain of the hour, but he must have been awake nearly a full day by now. Sleep had not been kind to him the night before. Even so, he resisted the siren call of rest and looked at her instead. Her lips were parted, and her chest rose and fell in a soft and even rhythm. Some of her hair had fallen over her forehead, the tendrils dark against her brown skin. She lay on one arm, but the other hand rested on the cushion beside her elbow, the fingers loose and relaxed. 

This was dangerous. He’d known as much for months, but the sight of her like this—one did not let down one’s guard like this unless trust was complete, or close enough to it that the distinction was insignificant. That horrible voice in the back of his mind whispered that she should be more wary, that he could have her beating heart in his hand in an instant and she would be able to do nothing to stop him. 

Fenris rose on silent feet, took the blanket from a chair beside the fire, and approached. Hawke did not rouse when he carefully draped the soft red fabric over her, covering her from feet to shoulders. Her breath remained regular even when he lifted and tucked aside a loose lock of hair that would surely brush against her nose. 

“Goodnight, Hawke,” Fenris said, so quietly he almost couldn't hear it, and turned for the door. 

Perhaps a day would come when he might rouse her from her sleep and help her to bed instead. Perhaps there would be other nights when he could speak with her well into the small hours of morning, when he would feel as safe in her home as she did, when he might fall asleep without concern for safety or attack. 

Perhaps it was not such a foolish thing at all, to want to stay in the warmth of her company.

“Perhaps,” Fenris murmured to himself as he retrieved his sword at the door, and let himself out into the night.

(Written for the prompt "talking late into the night" for @jtownnn ; thanks again for the prompt!! c:)

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[hawke-varric]

It’s lusty art season

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[jackienova]

"I'm fine." "No you're not."

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[pikapeppa]

Found you through a Fenris fic on AO3. Your art is so amazing imo oh my gods!! Thanks for existing!

AW yay that's so wonderful that you found my Fenris fics on AO3! It's been so long since I wrote my true loves so I'm glad you found me 😭❤ I hope it's clear though that all the art in my fics are not by me but by other talented artists LOL, especially @schoute and @lethendralis-paints!!

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m!Hawke → Fenris ← F!Hawke

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Before the Abyss

Pairing: Marian Hawke x Fenris

Just a little one shot I wrote for a contest between friends last year. I found it again and realized I never posted it. Figured I’d share since I wanna start posting here more! We’ll see though.

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The sound of the even, measured, breaths beside her were hard to ignore. The rhythmic inhale and exhale somehow sweeter than any melody. Perhaps it was because it was rare for Fenris to be the first to fall asleep, and even rarer for him to look so at peace. It was a mesmerizing sight, something she was doing her very best to commit to memory.

Moonlight poured in from their inn room window, bathing him in an almost ethereal glow. His white hair shined, a messy halo that framed his narrow face and pointed ears. His usually furrowed, brooding visage was unusually relaxed, making him look more his age. With his armor removed, and only his lower half covered by the sheets of their shared bed, her eyes could follow many of the pale lyrium markings that covered every inch of his tanned skin. She had kissed the swirling pattern mere hours before, her lips tracing every inch of his scarred flesh. A part of her craved to do so again, but Hawke dared not move, not wanting to risk him stirring and pulling him from a rare sweet dream.

Though his magic markings often gave him pain, he claimed to find relief in her touch… and though it baffled her how it could be so, it made her happy to help in some way. How he had gotten them still haunted him, the pain creeping up when he dreamt. In this way, she slowly replaced it with new memories, sweeter touches, and kinder words. As blunt and straightforward as they both tended to be, it was a wonder at the tenderness exhibited in their almost nightly ritual. A rarity that they shared with only each other.

Her want, however, could not be considered completely altruistic. The wish to touch the handsome elven man before her was something instinctual, a primal urge whenever she looked at him. There was something about committing oneself to another that felt intoxicating, and each hour that passed by without participating was another that left the heart aching.

Though, to be clear, Hawke felt no ownership over Fenris. She would not touch him unless he allowed her to first. He had suffered enough lifetimes as someone else's pet, his body not being his own. She would never, could never, claim to own it like other wonton lovers often claim one another. He was hers, just as much as she was his… but their body and will would always be their own.

She was humbled by the trust he put in her... Honored that she could be his solstice… and perhaps, where it any other night, this notion would have lulled her into a contented slumber.

But not tonight.

Tonight she struggled, because it made what she had to do that much harder.

“It’s rather rude to stare.”

Though eyes still closed, the deep gravel in the voice was unmistakably his, the breath of his words accompanied by the sweet smell of the wine they had shared that evening.

So lost in thought, she had uncharacteristically missed the change in his breath, a telltale sign that signaled he was awake. Even so, she could not help but smile, unashamed of being caught in her trance. “Did I wake you?”

Fenris’ eyes fluttered open, mesmerizing green eyes meeting her pale blue. His lips pulled into a smile that caught her breath, giving her the kind of sultry look that only good wine seemed capable of setting free from him. “And here I thought I was still dreaming.”

Hawke wasn’t the type to blush from pretty words, and it was clear that her beloved was feeling the effects of the alcohol in his system. However, even tispy, Fenris did not say things he did not mean… and so her heart leapt in response to his sweet nothings. Even more so as one of his hands moved from her waist to her face, his thumb rubbing against her cheek.

“Shall we test it?” she smiled back, mischievous in nature, before leaning in to kiss him, her body melting into his as it often did when he touched her.

The kiss was rough, but tender, a paradox that reflected their personalities. After a moment, he pulled back, regarding her through lidded eyes. Even still affected by sleep, and half intoxicated, he looked at her in a way that felt like he could see through her. She shivered in response.

“What’s on your mind?”

“You.”

It wasn’t a lie… not completely.

The truth was more complicated, more polarizing. It was one that she had been unable to tell him the moment she’d hid away the letter she had received from Varric a few days before, the contents asking for her help.

There was a sense of foreboding that came with it, a realization that was hard to bear. A part of her, somehow, knew what would come of such an undertaking, knew what risks came from pursuing what her dear old friend had explained in his hurried letter.

She also knew the choice that she was taking from Fenris by not showing him, knew the trust that she was breaking by not telling him. She had thought of doing it, if only because it was the right thing to do. He had followed her through more troubles than she could count, had stood by her against his own beliefs, and she knew she owned him that much.

Yet old words spoken to her had come back, ones she had nearly forgotten.

"We stand upon the precipice of change. The world fears the inevitable plummet into the abyss. Watch for that moment... and when it comes, do not hesitate to leap. It is only when you fall that you learn whether you can fly. You have my thanks... and my sympathy."

For such a message to come back to her, she knew what it meant. The danger that was coming toward her.

“I’ve caused you so much trouble, I’m surprised I haven’t scared you off yet,” she masked her words in tired jest, a light and airy facade a little too easy to pull off. If he caught on, he didn’t show it, and she knew that if he was sober he would have noticed the undertext hidden in her words. Even so, not wanting her expression to give it away, she pulled close and burned her face into his chest.

“So much… but I would follow you into the fade itself,” he half mumbled drowsily, amused in tone, into her hair, his arms encircling her.

That was the problem wasn’t it?

It took everything in her to hold back the sting that prickled at her eyes, tears threatening to spill out but she couldn’t allow it. The moment they did, he would know, and she could not let her resolution be broken. Fenris would rather die than let her put herself into harm's way, but Hawke would rather die than allow that to happen.

Marian Hawke was not afraid of death. However, she refused to watch anyone else she loved die in front of her. Her parents… Carver… She would not let Fenris be added to that list. Even if the choice to do so was purely his own.

“I love you,” she whispered, wondering if he would think her cruel in the morning for saying it.

When he woke up, she would not be there.

Even though he had not been so cruel when he had left her their first night together, she knew him too well to offer the same courtesy. Any conversation would end with him coming anyway. In this way, he would try to look for her, but she knew better than to make it easy on him. By the time he realized where she had gone, her business with Varric and his Inquisitor would be done.

If she survived he could chastise her then. She would happily face his ire.

If she didn’t…

Well, at least he’d be alive.

But for a few more hours she focused on the present, listening to his breath slow as he fell back to sleep, and committing to memory the feeling of being in his arms.

Whatever tomorrow may bring, she would ignore for now.

The abyss could wait.

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[juliafied]

Love All - Chapter 19: Side-By-Side

Fenris/F!Hawke | Badminton AU | Read from the beginning

Excerpt:

They awaken luxuriously late, a mix of jet lag and satisfied exhaustion, and when Hawke goes to stretch her legs, she’s still half-surprised at how easily her skin slides over his, not too different from the lush sateen of the hotel’s white sheets. Wrapped in the golden glow of the room, it’s too easy to brush away any unease she feels at having missed any of their usual preparation rituals, and the real reason why they’re here at all.

Easier, too, when Fenris nuzzles into her shoulder blades, mumbling something she can’t make out. She’s struck by all the little details she didn’t notice last time, too preoccupied by her own thoughts – the ticklish wispiness of his hair on her shoulder, the way his callused palm seems to just fit at the curve of her waist.

They’d left the curtains open, and the late morning sun streaming through and catching on the dust motes has her thinking that maybe, just maybe, even if they could have gotten here a little faster, this all must have been worth it. So too does the rumble in Fenris’ chest when he finally mumbles something intelligible, and it turns out to be her name.

She turns around in delight – the pads of his fingers are soft when they graze her cheek, nose to nose with him on the excessively fluffy pillow. A faint smile on his lips, he closes his eyes again, the dark lashes fanning out on his bronze cheek. He’s brighter than a thousand suns, like this. Maker, how did she ever let herself leave him?

As if reading her thoughts, he murmurs with a hint of wariness, “Planning your escape already?”

Never again. “Only if you come with me.”

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