#fhawris

[pikapeppa]

Fenris the Witcher: The Other White Wolf 🐺

I finally started playing TW3 and Geraltiepooh’s got me feeling ALL THE WITCHER FEELS, so of course I had to ask beloved genius @schoute to draw Witcher!AU babes for me again. Only fitting since it’s her fault I’m sinking into Witchems hell WITH NO REGRETS

GORGEOUS ART featuring Witchener FennyFen and Sorceress Rynne Hawke. Enjoying some nice chill time at Kaer Morhen, almost like in a dream... 

#fenris #fenris fan art #fenhawke #fenris/hawke #fenris x hawke #fhawris #fenris/femhawke #fenris x femhawke #fenris x f!hawke #fenris/f!hawke #fenrynne #schoute draws #AND THE RESULTS ARE ALWAYS HORT-MELTINGLY BEAUTIFUL #THIS WAS SUCH A PLEASURE TO WATCH COMING TO LIFE

[eleonorpiteira]

"There is no joy except that which we make for each other."

Fenris, Amabel Hawke and Isabela. Commissioned by the lovely @aban-asaara as companion illustrations for her post-canon FenHawke fic set in Rivain - The Far Shore - go check it out!!

She has been writing and perfecting her fic for a while, so these 3 were actually finished in March! Aka you should definitely take a look at the fruits of her labor, just sayin’ ;)

#fenris #fenhawke #fhawris #the far shore #dragon age #f!hawke #dragon age companion cards #fanart #illustration #digital illustration #hawke #dragon age 2 #DA2 #dragon age II #amabel hawke #isabela #digital painting #fanfiction illustration #art only tag #merci! <3 #and look at that! 2 different isabela cards in 2 days! 👀

[cressus]

Don’t leave, then. Stay. I could see myself staying ─ for the right reasons.

Does it feel like home? It feels. That itself has been a surprise.

#I remain at your side #daedit #daedits #fhawris #red Hawke #Marian Hawke #Fenris #fenhawke #my babies!! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ #Dragon Age #fenris/red-dominant hawke friendmance with sparse use of 'heart' options is a *chef's kiss* #words #my shit

[nerdierholler]

Finally a return to some lighter fair for OC-tober! Set in Act 3, Merrill gently teases Fenris about Hawke.

Day 20: Glow

Fenris pushed his hair back out of his eyes and took a moment to catch his breath while Hawke and Varric started to scour the corpses of the dragonlings for anything useful that would make the trip to the Bone Pit worth while. Merrill came and stood next to him, watching their companions as well.

“You’re glowing,” she said cheerfully.

“Yes, I do that,” he said flatly, “Or have you not noticed in all the years we’ve known each other.”

“Oh, I don’t mean like that, silly. I mean there’s something different about you, you seem happier.”

Fenris tried to keep his expression neutral, “I’m as content as ever.”

“I’m sure you are,” her smile was deceptively innocent. “I don’t suppose Hawke has anything to do with that.”

Fenris didn’t say anything, focusing instead on the Champion of Kirkwall as she stripped scales from one of the bodies.

“We’ve all noticed you know.”

“We?”

“You know... me, Isabela, Varric, Sebastian, Aveline, Bohdan, Donnic, Corff…”

A flush of heat rose up Fenris’s neck and he sighed in defeat.

“I’m glad.” Merrill leaned over, nudging him with her shoulder, “You make her glow too, you know.”

Finally, Fenris allowed himself to smile, “She deserves it.”

“You both do.”

Merrill smiled at him one last time then went to join Hawke and Varric collecting materials from the dead dragonlings.

#dragon age #fenris #fenhawke #fhawris #merrill #f!hawke #oc-tober #life at nerdy holler #nerdy writes #my hawke #OC tober

[schwarzesgift411]

It's really hot so I'd like to draw something cool. I read a lot fenhawk fanfics on AO3, found many authors writing about a bath scene of hawke. ...wanna see her bath that bad? (well to myself seeing could not satisfy me anymore I would like to drink her bath water)

#da2 #female hawke #fenris #dragon age 2 #fhawris #fenhawke

[theherocomplex]

A Lesson in Drowning, Chapter 17 (Dragon Age 2, FenHawke)

Summary: After a devastating attack, Hawke must ask herself a very real question: has Kirkwall finally driven her mad, or is she at the mercy of something far more vast than her blood-soaked city?

Rating: M.

Warnings: This chapter contains a semi-explicit sex scene, as well as mentions of trauma and implied depression.

Previously: In the aftermath of the confrontation with Silvie — and all that was revealed — Hawke finds some peace in confiding to Anders and Merrill about what's been going on. Though Fenris still has not returned, she occupies herself with searching for Alistair's other letters, hoping to find some clues about what the missing letter's contents. Instead, she experiences a vision — hallucination? — of a nightmarish future Kirkwall.

Notes: A thousand heartfelt thanks to @aban-asaara for her help with this chapter. <3

Read on: Ao3 | ff.net.

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Orsino holds up a hand when Hawke pauses for breath. "Forgive the interruption, Champion, and the detour, but I can't help asking — are the stories about your friend Anders true?"

He hoped to catch her off-guard, but he's sadly disappointed. Hawke, who spent the last half-hour picking at a loose thread in her cloak and blinking hardly at all, shifts from pale and wild-eyed to the serene, smiling Hightown noble. She manages the switch so artlessly even the blood drying on her cheek seems deliberate.

"If you're asking about what went on at the Pearl in Denerim, I'm afraid I'm the wrong one to ask." She arches an eyebrow. "Though I think Isabela has firsthand knowledge, if you're curious. I have it on good authority half the stories about his time at Vigil's Keep were actually Howe's fault, and —"

"I'm tired, Hawke." He has the pleasure of watching her pull back, eyes narrowed. Not used to people not playing along with your act, are you? "They say he's an abomination. Is he?"

"They say a lot of things, about a lot of people." Hawke lifts her chin. "This is a bit off-topic, isn't it? Why the detour, if you're so tired?"

Orsino doesn't have an answer to that question. If he has one, it's too tangled up in envy and spite to be apparent. Hawke's story tightens around him like a vise, and all he can think of is a warm kitchen, fresh bread, expensive tea — and three mages enjoying it all, in peace. Twenty-five years he followed every rule, every order, without complaint or protest. And where did it leave him? First of all the Gallows' prisoners.

But a blood mage, an abomination, and the most infamous apostate in Thedas can walk free. Maker help me, I hate them all.

Hating them helps no one, least of all himself. Even asking is just masochism.

"You're right," he says, too heavy-hearted to argue. "I'm sorry. What did Serah Fenris say, when you told him everything?"

Hawke wants to push, that much is clear in her face. Perhaps she would have, earlier in the story, or if he met her gaze. But Orsino stares down at his worn, grey hands, and waits for her to speak again.

"He listened," she says. "And he asked what I wanted to do. Maker, I don't deserve him on the best of days, and now —" She swallows audibly. "I said…what I knew I wanted to do was tell everyone, right then and there, even if it meant hauling Bela and Varric up from Lowtown. But I was a bloody mess, I was so tired, I was — and I said I wanted to go to bed, and decide in the morning, once we talked more. So we did."

"You're lucky," Orsino says, unable to help his bitterness. What would all the freedom in the world do him, when there's no one he can share it with any longer? "So many you trust, even here. Even now."

Ah, now he catches her off-guard. No artifice, no playacting. Hawke doesn't hide her pity, nor does she apologize. She just nods.

Read the rest on: Ao3 | ff.net.

#Dragon Age 2 #da2 #Fenris #FenHawke #fhawris #Rhyssa Hawke #FenRhys #dsavfic #beefic #whenever I write smut for this fic #I like to imagine what Rhyssa says to Orsino about those moments #Rhyssa: //long-winded story of terror #Orsino: and then what happened Champion #Rhyssa: and then I did unspeakable things to Fenris for a few hours and he did obscene things right back to me #Orsino: ah yes thank you for that

[razrogue]

Fluffy OTP prompt #1, 9, and 13 with Sonika and Fenris?

Who kisses the other on the nose and the one receiving the kiss blushes?

Sonika definitely kisses his nose BUT the twist is they both blush!

How do they hold each other when their partner asks to be held?

It depends on where they are. If they're on the couch, Sonika will lay her legs across his lap and Fenris will wrap his arms around her. If they're in a chair, Fenris sits between her legs and Sonika will wrap her arms around him. If they're in bed, they just alternate spooning each other. If they're just standing, arms are opened and partner is held.

Who likes to be held and who likes to hold?

They both like being held although it takes Fenris more time to open up to it. Holding just depends on the mood but they can equally like holding each other after a while.

#Sonika Hawke #Fenris #FHawris #Fenhawke #razrogue responds

[tuuliivanovas]

Fenhawke fic

Can some kind souls direct me to some Canon compliant femhawke x fenris long fic. I'm sick and I'm gonna be in class all day and would be forever grateful 😊

#fhawris #f!fenhawke #fenhawke #fenris x femhawke #fenris x hawke

[hollyand-writes]

I can't resist: #8 sunbathing! :D

“I do not understand,” Fenris rumbled, as he looked Marian Hawke up and down (and noted with some alarm that her skin was just as pink as the bikini she was wearing), “why you had to insist on sunbathing without using sunscreen.” 

But Marian Hawke merely huffed and handed him the after-sun lotion. “Yes, yes, I was foolish, more foolish than I thought, and I realise that now,” she conceded, with a mock-exasperated sigh. “It seemed like a good idea at the time, to try and tan faster than I usually would, but now I regret every life choice that led me to this moment. Happy now?” 

Fenris smirked. “And you now wish me to help you by applying after-sun to soothe your skin.” 

Hawke brushed her dark hair out of her bright blue-green eyes, and blinked at him. She was so transparent -- anything for an excuse to have Fenris’s hands on her body, even risking sunburn -- and he loved her for it. “Pretty please?” 

He chuckled. “Very well. As you wish. Remove your bikini and lie on the bed, and I... will give you the massage you so clearly desire.”

—

Send me a number and I’ll write a micro story using the word or phrase 

#fenhawke #hawris #fenris #fhawris #dragon age #marian hawke #hawke x fenris #dragon age 2 fanfic #my tumblr fic #dragon age 2 #fanfic by hollyand #my fanfic #micro-story #aban-asaara #hope you like it!

[blondepomwrites]

“Selfie with Me.”

When she’d asked it first as a question, he’d let out such a groan that dragged him down until his knuckles nearly scraped the ground. This, now the fourth time in an hour, she issued it as a commanding request, one that, fine, he would oblige. Though the gallows seemed an odd location for a selfie, especially when you lived in Hightown just up the road, at least they were out of the way of most of the foot traffic without posing in an alley and risking a Blooming Rose, well, blooming their rose in the background.

“Oh, come on. Just one good one,” Hawke says with a nudge, phone already in hand and unlocked. No stopping her—Fenris rolls his eyes and shoulders equally but does nothing about his face.

Hawke nestles into him, her back against his shoulder. Arm outstretched, there’s another Hawk and Fenris staring back at them on her screen. The Hawke in the screen has a winning grin, the Fenris is… now getting chastised by a Hawke whose smile has since dropped.

“Can you please make your face look like anything else besides ‘I’d Rather Be Dead In A Ditch Somewhere’? Please?”

“That’s just my face, not my opinion,” he says, unconvincingly.

Hawke brings the phone down, swiping and tapping away. “Fine. We can fix that.”

She holds it out again—another grinning Hawke and, apparently, a Rather Be Dead In A Ditch Somewhere Fenris appear again. For the moment.

Then the images on the screen change—a rosé blush glows on both their cheeks, eyes large and glassy, and now both bespectacled. Furry, pricked ears twitch and tilt atop their heads. The screen flashes and the couple in the image freezes. That Hawke smiles broadly with two little canines protruding from behind her lips. That Fenris looks at the camera with a squint—though with the enlarged eyes, it’s kind of hard to tell. He slips the phone out of her hand, looking more closely. After a moment, he says, “How come only you got fangs?”

She takes the phone from him, hitting Save. “Because only I smiled.”

The smiling Hawke returns, an ambivalent if not confused Fenris joining her. Quickly the glasses, ears, blush, and marble eyes pop back into place. “See? Smile!”

She shows a big grin and fangs peek out on the screen. Fenris smiles, but not with his teeth, not yet. He leans closer to Hawke and says, “Say when.”

She looks at him over her shoulder and the Hawke on the screen loses her effects. “But you aren’t smiling.”

“Not yet. On three.”

Hawke turns back to the camera, but not without a huff. “Okay. One, two…”

The Hawke on the screen prepares another bespectacled, cat-earred, fanged grin. To her right, a bespectacled, cat-earred Fenris looms, mouth open with white nubby fangs poised to strike right at her rose blushed cheek. And as she calls out, “Three!” her expression changes into mock terror. …If it can even be called that—she’s still very much beaming when the screen flashes and the image affixes.

She lowers the phone with a delighted squeal, fumbling to hit the Save icon as quickly as she can. She then taps and swipes. “Let’s do another!”

The Hawke and Fenris in the screen look like giants looking down on them. It’s an unflattering angle on the both of them, but they’re more interested in what becomes of these giants. She swipes through a makeup and freckles filter before letting it settle on a preview image of a face tat looks like it’s suffering a tight corset. In a split second, the giants transform, faces comically and cartoonishly distorted as if forced into an hour glass shape.

Hawke holds the phone out, making a horrid exaggerated smile while tucking her chin against her chest for the best (or worst) effect possible. The screen flashes and the image freezes. The Hawke on the screen… her smile, if it can be called that, takes up the entire lower half of her face, blown up to an outrageous proportion that’s set against the morose, gothic architecture of the gallows behind them. Looking at her now, listening to her guffaw and snort as she slams the Save icon with tears welling at the corners of her eyes… what was the saying? Arsa imitaturo via.

The Fenris on the screen takes him aback for a brief moment. Deformity aside, he sees something he’s never noticed before, now that they’ve been exaggerated by the camera’s filter. He notices the way the corners of his lips almost begin to turn downward when it seems they can’t stretch any further to beam wider. He notices the way his eyes narrow—for once without malice or suspicion—in a way that gives him both a look of fullness and a few wrinkles at the corner of his eyes. He notices, too, that he cannot see the lines above the bridge of his nose, between his eyebrows that always make him look much angrier and spiteful than he is and wants to be.

He notices the sum of these differences: a change for the better.

“Here, allow me,” he says, taking the phone from her. Even if she wanted to, she’s shaking so hard from laughter that she couldn’t have tried to resist.

“You better not delete that one!” she manages.

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” he deadpans—just to keep her on her toes. He taps a few times, and then they reappear on the screen. Hawke’s eyes are red with tears at the brim, and even when her smile relaxes, he can still see the parentheticals that encased it for long after. Fenris holds the phone out, adjusting it for the right frame.

Hawke, in the screen, wipes tear tracks from her face. “Should I smile for this one?”

“If you want. On three, when you’re ready.”

She takes a moment to gather herself, regain her composure, and allow the red to fade from the brims of her eyes. She takes a deep breath, then releases it with a huff as she brushes the hair from her face. “Okay, okay,” she starts. “One, two…”

She doesn’t make it to three before Fenris taps the shutter.

The image on the screen holds for just a moment: Hawke, eyes closed in surprise, check scrunched on one side as Fenris wrapped an arm around her, one eye on the camera as if daring it to blink, pulling her into a kiss on the cheek.

The screen jumps and freezes twice more. Once it shows a blur of Hawke turning towards him in his embrace, her arms a streak of skin over his shoulder, and once more as the gallows behind them blurs into background noise but for her nose overlapping his, her arms around his neck, and their lips meeting, smiling.

#modern au #fenhawke #fhawris #f!fenhawke #dragon age ii #fanfiction #pure stupid fluff #for no reason other than because I apparently did.

[pikapeppa]

every revolution starts and ends with his lips

- “milk and honey” by rupi kaur

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@schoute made this BEAUTIFUL SOF ART of Fenris and Rynne Hawke ages ago and I was hoarding it like a dragon but I am COMPELLED TO SHARE. I just love and miss them a lot okay 😭❤😭❤😭❤

#fenris #fenris fan art #fenhawke #fenrynne #fenris/hawke #fenris x hawke #fenris/femhawke #fenris x femhawke #fenris/f!hawke #fenris x f!hawke #fhawris #schoute draws

[poweredbycoffeeandwine]

It’s Friday!!

If you haven’t read fics written by @jawsandbones (writing blog @getsyouby), you need to do yourself a favor and pick one...any of her fics. Really you can’t go wrong. Lisa has a beautiful writing style, can take a prompt and make you feel all the feels. Beyond that, she is a lovely, kind person, and she deserves all the love! Support her on Patreon, or buy her a Coffee!

The fic I’m promoting this week is my absolute favorite: Shadow on the Run

This is a Victorian-era re-imagining of Dragon Age 2 featuring an angsty romance between Female Hawke and Fenris. Vampires, witches, werewolves, sirens oh my!

#fic back friday #dragon age #dragon age fic #fenris #female hawke #female hawke x fenris #fhawris #hawris #read it #seriously

[blondepomeranian]

SDFSGKDLA

I WAS RESEARCHING A LINE FROM THE FENHAWKE ROMANCE AND I HAD THE SUBTITLES ON BECAUSE MY GO-TO VIDEO SOMEHOW DOESN’T????? BUT ANYWAY THEY’RE THE SHITTY YOUTUBE ONES AND I GOT THE LINE BUT LET THE SCENE GO ON BECAUSE GIDEON EMERY AND

#fenhawke #fenris #dragon age ii #fhawris #shitposting #'you're a beautiful woman hog' #YOUTUBE NOOOOOOOO #I CAN'T UNHEAR IT NOW RIP ME

[anpansblog]

(alternative romance scene)

#dragon age #dragon age 2 #da2 #fenhawke #fhawris #gif #i don't appreciate how he slams hawke into the wall #in another version #so i always went for this scene #in this one he's emotionally stable and specifically ask hawke about the do #tell me to go and i'll go #nah i'm good #yay #*two bastards start to make out* #and i aprecciate that i still can slam HIM into the wall #thank you game

[bettydice]

6 + 87, fenhawke :p

Bookshop AU + “aroused by her voice”

“Bela, listen to this.”

Fenris head whipped up from the newspaper he’d been scowling at. That voice... it was her.

“He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her close, so she could feel his... ahahahahAHAHAHA GLORIOUS ELVENHOOD against her hip”, the dangerous woman belonging to that dangerous voice howled from somewhere in the Romantic Literature section. “Varric really has outdone himself with this one!”

Ah, they were reading the new Tethras. Fenris had had to compile copys of the book into a pyramid a couple of days ago and at the moment he hated nothing more than the terrible cover of a scantily clad woman clutching an even more scantily clad man-elf-person.

The woman... Hawke... it was probably time to admit to himself that he knew her name and that she worked at the record store around the corner and that she was pleasing aesthetically speaking and also an auditory delight and fine, he was pretty sure she didn’t need to show up at his bookshop every other day to “look something up”, just like he didn’t need to go over there to listen to the new releases and... where was he going with this. Ah. Yes.

“Hey Fenris!”

He nodded, giving Hawke a short smile as she leaned against the counter and handed him the Tethras romance.

“I’ll take this one. ‘Love me, baby, one more time‘? Amazing title! It’s gotta be a great read, don’t you think?”

He nodded again, scanning the barcode and handing the book back, pointing to the price on the monitor.

“Mhm, so quiet again today, what a pity.” Hawke winked and Fenris wished she’d stop talking too, because it was difficult to not stare at her lips and hearing her say ‘grabbed her by the waist’ playing in his head over and over.

He took her money, returned her change and then slapped himself mentally to stop staring and actually fucking say something.

“Want to go out tonight?” Ah, shit.

”Wh...” Hawke spluttered and dropped a couple of coins on the counter. He busied himself with collecting them stoically, refusing to look at her while he ran through several escape routes in his head. “Sure! Uhm, yeah! Sounds good! See you later then, Fenris.”

He looked up then, taken aback, just in time to catch her winking at him as she dragged her madly cackling friend out of the store.

Well.

That went... just as he’d planned, of course.

#fenris #dragon age #fenris/hawke #fhawris #idek #hahaha #betty drabbles #commanderlurker

[theherocomplex]

A Lesson in Drowning, Chapter 19 (FenHawke, DA2)

Summary: After a devastating attack, Hawke must ask herself a very real question: has Kirkwall finally driven her mad, or is she at the mercy of something far more vast than her blood-soaked city?

Rating: M.

Warnings: this chapter contains mentions of graphic injury, violence, and death, as well as body horror and unreality.

Notes: So, so many thanks to @rannadylin for her help with the Latin (aka, Tevene) in this chapter! <3

Previously: Hawke's triumphant return to the Hanged Man is somewhat marred by Aurelia's arrival. Fenris is furious at himself for not killing Aurelia, but Hawke now has the means to turn an old trick on its maker. 

Onward…

Read on: Ao3 | ff.net.

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If asked, Orsino could tell Hawke precisely what the noise has done to her — and possibly is still doing, if her pallor and the faint tremor in her hands is any sign. Though precisely might be a stretch, seeing how he never came across a situation where he could test the damnable thing, but he was meticulous when he designed it. So, if asked, he could hazard an excellent guess. He could tell her how the noise itself is just a way to put precious seconds between yourself and your pursuers, and the spell’s real prey is the lungs of the uninoculated, the delicate nerves of the fingers and face. Little horrors, easily dismissed — but a templar needs lungs to call out their commands, and a steady pair of hands to hold their sword.

A weapon of last resort. Not a hoarded coin but a nocked arrow.

If asked, he could tell Hawke so many things. And then she would splatter him across the crumbling wall of his office, and walk out of here as invisibly as she arrived. He doesn't dare wonder if it's pride, horrified or otherwise, writhing in his chest. But the spell worked, it worked —

He holds his breath to calm his heart. Hawke is watching him through her lashes while she toys with the chain. Who knows just how much she hears or sees, with that pearl — that egg — sitting next to her skin?

And what in Andraste's name is that egg capable of? His spell was designed to pull enough from the Veil to give even the most timid mage a fighting chance; Aurelia brought an entire tavern to its knees. And, if Hawke's told the truth, then the egg is behind the riots, and Maker knows what else. Unending fuel for the engines of Aurelia's magic.

He shivers. There's a taste in the back of his mouth, a dry-dust want he hasn't felt since Maceron died. Then, he could tell himself he longed for justice, and that his desires had a noble bent — but he's too old to lie now, and too tired. What he wanted then is what he wants now: power, and a way out of this hell.

So, when Hawke's eyes slide away, grow wide and distant, Orsino gathers his awareness and reaches out.

The Veil shifts about him in welcome. Cool, tattered silk brushes his cheeks. When he was a boy, he imagined streaks of iridescence wherever it touched him. The Gallows took that away soon enough, and now he feels something more like a shroud than a gift.

Be morbid later, old man.

He reaches out. He reaches out and feels the Veil flow about him, its voice just below his hearing. And something reaches back, a gentle pressure, like a soft hand against a fevered brow.

Pride is just the second-greatest of his temptations; the first will always be curiosity. The desire demon from his Harrowing promised him everything he could wish to know, if he'd only rest with them a while — he'll never know where he found the strength to say no, and trap them in a vein of light. Curiosity has lured him in a thousand forms — the demon, Aurelia's letter, the unmapped rooms beneath Darktown — and lures him now, in the steady pressure against his mind.

The only answer to curiosity is control, or so he's told the hundreds of mages who passed into his care. His first, best lesson — and he ignores it entirely. When will he come so near another miracle?

The closer he lets the presence come, the more he senses its central tension: the possibility of movement, like the moment before the harpist plucks the first string, and the moment after all sound dies, and only the memory of music remains. A paradox, small enough to be held in a gold locket, or cradled in one's hand.

Let me see you, he whispers to it, and opens his mind wide.

Hawke's head jerks up. "Orsino."

Read the rest on:  Ao3 | ff.net.

#Dragon Age 2 #da2 #Fenris #FenHawke #fhawris #Rhyssa Hawke #FenRhys #dsavfic #beefic