#Fenrys darling

[acourtofquestions]

…Somewhere between worlds…

Rhys: *winnowing silently* Hello, Feyre darling.

Feyre: *gasps & turns around to see*

Fenrys: 💥*pops in*💥 Thanks, Rice-Sand your pretty darling yourself!

Rhys: *confusedly turning around* Who the fu—WAIT—I said “Fay-Ruh”… AND FOR THE LOVE OF GODS MY NAME IS R-H-Y-S-A-N-D!!

Feyre: *Fenrys side bar* Sorry wolfy, Ricey is a little sensitive after Amren “forgot” everyone’s names at breakfast.

*camera pan*

Amren: Yes, I called him Rice. … When I feel people getting a little too chummy, I like to remind them I don’t really care about them or their name. … and also I knew it would drive him insane and things have been excruciatingly dull since the war ended.

[valentineveils]

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[ndostairlyrium]

I adore the relationships your ocs have with their partners! Also with others, but those especially are so fun and dynamic and full of a kind of familiarity and playfulness that is very refreshing to see. Love their designs, too!

thank you so much ;; <3 those are big compliments!!

I love when relationships have a good deal of chemistry mixed with stupidity mixed with "I would never allow this person to die for me" mixed with a "it's 3am and we're in the kitchen boiling spaghetti" vibe

[shallyne]

SJM Crackshipmonth: Partners in Crime

Let's Leave and Don't Look Back

Day twenty-seven! Today's crackship is Feyre x Fenrys, enjoy! For @sjmcrackshipmonth

Words: 1,310

TW: mention and implication of corruption

Feyre and Fenrys have two goals: revenge one those who wronged them in the past and starting a new life. They have one evening to accomplish both

"Are you nervous?" Fenrys asked beside Feyre. She could feel his eyes on her but she couldn't see it out of the corner of her eye, both of their hoods in their way.

"A little." Feyre admitted, pressing closer to the rooftop when she saw movement in the building they were watching. Soon, it was time for them to move. "But I'd rather go down swinging than sit on my ass and pity myself."

"That's the spirit." Fenrys replied, pride in his voice, which made Feyre straighten. She hated to admit it but she loved it when Fenrys was proud of her. The thought didn't make her as uncomfortable as it usually would have because she knew Fenrys felt the same when she was proud of him. They both knew but they didn't admit it. "Do you want to go through the plan again?"

Feyre sighed. "Go in, take what won't be missed, don't linger too long, don't play the hero if you get caught and run." The last point was bullshit, of course. She only agreed to it so Fenrys would agree to run if she got caught. She wouldn't run, she'd fight. Either they get out together or they die together.

"Good." Fenrys said. "You're sweeping the rooms for any valuable items while I crack the safe."

"Understood." Feyre nodded as the lights in the house got turned off. They exchanged a look, Fenrys pressed down to the rooftop as Feyre glanced over the edge, watching the man leaving the house, locking the door and then got into his car and left for the night. Feyre nodded, "Let's go."

They made a quick job of climbing down the ladder and keeping in the shadows as they hurried towards the house. Fenrys fumbled with the downstairs window until it clicked open. He climbed inside and then helped Feyre in. They both took their flashlights out, looking around the living room. "I hate this man." Feyre said as she stared at a huge portrait of Hybern. She shook her head.

Fenrys snorted, "He'll get what he deserves. His cronies will, too." he pointed to the stairs. "I'll be in his office. Either take anything incriminating you find or take pictures."

"I will," Feyre promised. She did a quick scan of the downstairs rooms. Living room, kitchen, pantry even the little powder room across the kitchen. She found a small bottle of pills that was almost entirely full. Shrugging, she put in the pocket of her jacket. Not for herself but, as petty as it seems, it would probably inconvenience Hybern when he had need of these. Feyre also sweeped a few small items that looked pretty expensive.Then she quickly went up the stairs, taking two steps at a time.Upstairs consisted of the study where Fenrys tried breaking into the safe, two bathrooms and three bedrooms.Feyre couldn't find anything incriminating in the master bedroom and the attached bathroom. The second bedroom, a guest bedroom, was mostly empty except for generic furniture. The third bedroom was a childrens bedroom, which was weird because Hybern didn't have any children. He had a niece and a nephew but they were both grown up and when they visited, they went to his mansion near the coast. Feyre didn't want to disturb a childrens bedroom but that was probably what Hybern counted on, she realized as she saw the faint imprint on the floor, from where the carpet lay for a long while but it was moved recently. Feyre carefully stepped closer until she stepped on a squeaky floorboard. Instantly, she kneeled down and knocked on the floor until it sounded hollow. It took a few tries but finally she raised the floorboard and looked down. There was a blanket on top, simple but when she picked it up…papers. Holding her breath, she threw the blanket away and took the papers, flipping through pages. Lists, contracts, anything, This is it. This is documentation about endless corruption. Trembling, she stuffed the blanket back, put the floorboard back and hurried to the study, to Fenrys.

“I got it! I got the proof! There aren't any names but we got Hyberns ass, that counts for something, right?” Feyre said, so excited her own heartbeat sped up.

Fenrys grinned at Feyre, a bundle of banknotes in one hand but he raised a file. “I got the names!”

Feyre almost let out a whoop of joy but then she heard a car door from the driveway. She raced to the window, watching Hybern leaving his car in the driveway. The same time she looked at him, he looked up. Right into Feyres eyes. Quickly, she closed the curtain. “Shit!”

“What?” Fenrys asked, finishing to stuff the money into his bag.

“It's Hybern and he saw me.” she hissed. Cursing, Fenrys closed the safe as Feyre opened a window, crawling out. "Come!" she said, taking his hand and pulling him out. The downstairs door banged open, followed by heavy steps that came closer. Fenrys and Feyre crawled over the roof, but when they found a spot where they could climb down, dogs raced into the backyard, barking at them.

“The tree!” Feyre pointed to the left. It was a risky jump but it had to do. Fenrys jumped first, barely making it. She took a deep breath when Hybern reached the window, so Feyre ran and leaped. She slammed into the trunk but Fenrys got a hold of her arm, pulling her up. They didn't talk as they jumped through trees, ran through a stranger's backyard and a few blocks down until they reached their car. They also didn't talk on their drive back, the only sounds were the engine and their breaths. Fenrys took a different route, to make sure they weren't followed.

Fenrys was the first one to break the silence when they reached their crappy apartment and Feyre flopped down on their crappy couch. “We did it.”

Feyre looked back to where Fenrys stood. “He saw me, Fenrys.”

He sighed, sitting down on the coffee table right in front of Feyre, so close that their knees touched. “Look,” he said, opening the bag. It was filled to the brim with banknotes. “We can do what we want with this. We can leave this shitty town, we can start a new life. The life we planned for, Feyre.” he put the bag to the site and gently put his hands on her knees. “We aren’t shackled to this town anymore. We are free.”

Feyre didn't know if it was the words or the day crashing down on her or a mix or if she was just an emotional mess but she broke out in tears. “Free.” she echoed as Fenrys embraced her, confirming it again and again while he soothed Feyre,

“Where do you want to go first?” Fenrys asked. “The whole world is open to us! I’d say we go somewhere tropical.”

Feyre rolled her eyes which made him chuckle. “Come on, you already start drooling when you think about watching me shirtless in the sun, tanning.”

She snorted. “Wow, you looked right through me.”

That made Fenrys laugh out loud. He took her face in her hands and kissed Feyre. “Let’s go, we’re leaving tonight.”

“We’re leaving.” Feyre laughed,

“And we are taking down Hybern and his cronies while we are at it!” Fenrys exclaimed, following Feyre into the bedroom to change and pack their bags, “I told you we could make it.”

“We first need to get to Azriel to spread the word.” Feyre said, “We aren’t free yet.”

“It’s just a matter of reaching the borders.” Fenrys grinned. “And we will reach the borders.”

Feyre smiled, she trusted Fenrys.

They did reach the borders the next morning.

A day later there wasn’t a trace of them but rest assured, they found their paradise.

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[thevoidscreams]

How would each primemarch be if their wife is pregnant with their child?

No real warnings for this one other than pregnancy Lion: He's as cool as ever on the outside but he's secretly a mess on the inside. The lion is not the kind to be very open with his emotions so to some (Of the few who actually know) it might seem he has no feelings at all about his wife carrying his progeny. However those who know him better notice how close he keeps you from the start. He's not going to allow anything to happen to his beautiful lioness. 2: Went out for milk and didn't come back. Fulgrim: "Oh have you heard? My darling wife is with child." This man could not be anymore different, he makes sure everyone knows and is appropriately excited. After all how could they not be? He was going to have a child that was truly his own. He parades you about in clothes that show your progressive belly and he makes a show of rubbing it in. Not even his most beloved brother Ferrus is spared. Well to be fair Ferrus is especially the target of the pheonicians excitement.

Perturabo: He is quietly delighted his giant hands have never been so gentle. His honor guard becomes yours for the whole duration, not that they weren't ordered to keep you safe as well, but now they are especially vigilant. He doesn't make a fuss about it outwardly but the nursery soon fills with tiny marvels of engineering for your future child.

Jaghatai: He's also quiet about it, but he's always been a bit aloof about his brother. But in private he is incredibly happy, practically worshiping your body. Making sure you only have the best food. He's a very dedicated husband and soon to be father.

Leman: Is boastful about it. But also very vigilant. He's not letting you out of his sight so long as you've got his pup in your womb. He keeps you warm on cold nights as he refuses to let his child be born anywhere but on Fenris so you do have to suffer the biting cold. Don't worry though, you'll have more furs than you can shake a stick at to keep you comfortable.

Rogal:

No one even knew you were pregnant until the kid came. Though their were signs, kinda, like every place you stepped foot in having even more recent additions to the defenses. His best sons being put on guard duty. A rare quiet smile on his contemplative face and stern face. His apothecaries are the only ones not completely shocked.

Curze:

Oh boy if he was a mess before?... Hes actually quite mellow for most of the pregnancy, of course that is once he's established paternity. It's not that he doubts you, it's that there are other men on his ship and he can't trust them. He holds you even closer now at night. Whispering feverish, yet loving inanities to you. His hard bitter laugh has a softer edge to it now. Could it be that he might finally have two good things in his life to bring his mind out of the darkness?

Sanguinius: I'm saying it now, he started trying early, as soon as the ring was on your finger. Sanguinius loves his sons and that love is only amplifies for the child growing in your womb. But along with that love is a terrible anxiety, what if the child is touched by his thirst, doomed to live with the curse as he and his other children are? He'll love them all the same absolutely nothing will change that. And he somehow loves you even more for this gift of life you are creating with him.

Ferrus: His massive metal hands hold you so gently when you give him the news. He has so much to do, and so much to be. Now he must also be a real father, not only to his astartes, but to a small bundle of life that will share half of his dna. Should he tell anyone? Fulgrim? His father? Ferrus feels very real uncertainty about it. He will tell no one, he decides and puts an even more robust guard around you at all times unless you are with him, in his arms. It becomes the safest place in universe just for you.

11: Went out for smokes and didn't come back.

Angron: How did this even happen? Most people assumed your marriage to this giant butcher was all for show. But no, he is your husband and despite his moments of temporary insanity at the clawing of nails in his brain, he managed to do it. He won't touch you unfortunately. Despite his general disposition about things he does not hate you, and his fear of the nails keeps his hands at bay. No matter how much you plead. He will not risk the life of his child. In his moments of clarity you hold his hand, and kiss it, he tells you he loves you. You alone in the universe as he twitches at the biting of the nails. Maybe he will go back to perturabo and finally allow his brother to aid him. For your sake and for your child.

Roboute: Also quite hush hush about the pregnancy, he journals the whole experience, and builds the nursery with his own hands, putting his own little touches on the place. His hearts swell with delight every time he thinks about it. He holds you in his arms as he picks the handcrafted animals that will go into the rooms. He thanks you softly for allowing him to have this experience. He also has the whole timeline planned out for the pregnancy, you let him have it despite knowing that these things hardly ever go exactly according to plan.

Mortarion: Is this even allowed? Is what he keeps thinking to himself, but he is happy. Fearful as well as you progress, what if he ends up being like the awful monster that raised him? Or even like his own father. He vows to not be those men, he promises to you over and over that he will be the best father. On his knees, he swears to you. He loves you so much and his love your child as well.

Magnus: As soon as you tell him that you're with child he begins divining. Looking into the potential futures to ensure his child's safety. He messages you with his collection of scented oils as he tells you of the endless futures he's seen. He loves to touch you, to feel the aura of his little one growing inside you. He'll know them better than even you by the time they're born. His sons are just as joyful about all this, but do come up with some wild concerns that you never even considered. Magnus puts all theirs worries and yours to rest, telling you hes seen what may happen and will not allow any negatives to come to pass. He is arrogant, for sure, but it does make your fears less.

Horus: He couldn't have kept it under wraps even if he tried. His sons soon learn from the mournival and now every lunar wolf is on high alert to keep you safe. Even Ezekiel, those that's on orders from his primarch. Horus spends as much time as he is able with you. He's glad to be a father, a true father, fulfilling his unspoken desires at long last. He treats you like a queen, and you are never far from his side. As he speaks soft words of love to you and kisses your hands and cheeks.

Lorgar: Lorgar looks at you as if you hung the stars yourself when you tell him. He dedicates himself to you throughout the whole process, at you beck and call the whole time. He acquires for you the most luxurious things he can to pamper you. Most of your evenings are spent with him massaging you with lotions or oils as her tells you tales from his compliances. He adores you so much. Vulkan: He is likely the most outwardly expressive with his delight. Not boasting or bragging but delightedly sharing the good news with his family. It's a nice feeling, to be so openly praised by a primarch. He, like many of this other builder brothers makes toys for his soon to arrive child. He's attentive, maybe even a bit smothering. But it's all to ensure that you are happy and well. His sons are also over the moon at the news, there much beloved legion mother carrying their brother or sister. You will certainly be very safe and loved, that's for sure.

Corvus: He might tell a few of his brothers and his father, but other than that he keeps it a rather private affair. He will of course keep you close and when he is unable will have a silent guard keeping an eye on your every move to ensure your safety. At night when he holds you, he will sing you to sleep with his soft mellow voice. His dark eyes scanning the shadows for any movement. He will keep you and his little chick safe in his nest. Alpharius/Omegon: The question is who's the father? True they are twins of a sort, technically two halves of what would have been one being. But still. Either way, no one but the three of you will even know until the baby comes and even then it's largely going to be a rumor. You are well cared for as you always are, but the two fathers will ensure that regardless, nothing happens and no one knows.

[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

Hii I love your writing <333

can i request a fenrys x oc mate . Maybe where they don’t get along - either cause of aelin or something else and the oc is struggling to accept the bond due to trauma in her past

Thank you :))

Thank you for reading, darling. 🤍

warning: past trauma from forced ownership

Give it time

“Well what do you want me to fucking do?”, Fenrys growled fed up with the argument that had sparked over nothing once again. That had been happening awfully a lot now that the bind had snapped for you too. “Start by getting the fuck away from me”, you reached for the table knife before pointing it at him. “Kids, come on now”, Gavriel finally cut in, standing up from his seat to stand between you both. “Young love, how entertaining”, Lorcan chuckled crossing one foot over the other. “I’ll cut you next”, “Leave her the fuck alone”, you and Fenrys echoed in unison before turning your glares upon each other once more.

“Yn, give me the knife, mhm”, Gavriel mused stepping closer. “Tell him to stop sleeping outside my door”, you whined. “I am bonded to you, I can’t help it”, Fenrys growled, pulling at his hair. “I don’t want to be linked with you, I don’t want to be linked with anyone”, your eyes met Gavriel, who had been a fatherly figure to you for years now. “Sweetheart, hand the knife over and we will talk about this, find a way to make you more comfortable”, he softly reached out, seizing your wrist.

“I just got it back”, you whispered, “Please”, you whined, grabbing onto his arm. “I can’t alter fate, sweet girl”, Gavriel spoke softly, “Finding a mate is the biggest joy. Most don’t experience it ever”. “I don’t want to belong to anyone”, you growled through gritted teeth. “You’re making it sound like I’m about to chain you to myself”, Fenrys gritted his teeth. Your face fell. Growing pale right in front of his eyes. “Fenrys”, Gavriel snapped back.

“Rowan why don’t you take Y/n on a walk, get some fresh air”, Gavriel threw a glance that spoke volumes to his friend. “I didn’t…”, Fenrys started but Gavriel simply lifted his hand to silence him. “I’ll tag along”, Lorcan leaned forward, “Remember the waterfall I told you about?”, stepping forward he pinched your cheek, “Why don’t we check it out?”.

Fenrys watched his cadre brothers, letting you out the door. “You need to have more patience with her, Fenrys”, Gavriel pinched the bridge of his nose. “She snapped at me. I’m trying to have…”, “She was a slave for a long time. Chained to her keeper. Thrown around like a rag-doll”, Gavriel cut in. Fenrys felt his hands turning into fists. Anger bubbled inside him. “I took care of them”, Gavriel clapped his shoulder, “All I’m asking is that you give her breathing space”, “I don’t mean harm to her”, Fenrys argued. “I know that boyo, she will learn that too, you just got to give her the lead here”.

[abyssal-ilk]

an hour with merrill and varric curled up ontop of him like cats would fix him, i think. i mean it wouldn't. but it would definitely make him feel better.

i cannot stress enough that my new hawke was made purely with the idea of him being a big, strong man grappling with his own morality and the responsibilities he has to take care of his friends and his family– responsibilities that ultimately lead him to seeing everyone else as potential threats to the safety of those he cares for. it solidifies this idea in his head that his purpose is to be A Protector no matter the cost, and when he fails to protect, it is a personal failure and ultimately his fault for not being stronger.

and then all of his friends have 10x the issues so he seems like just a guy compared to them but he isn't, someone please put this man in therapy

[consciouscarrot]

day 10 - sweet tooth [f.moonbeam]

fenrys moonbeam x fem!reader (i do not support sjm!!)

content warnings; fluff, stealing and eating pastries, just the start of a kiss, ever so slightly suggestive if you squint

notes; i’m a bit late tday oops

kinktober/flufftober masterlist

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it was as warm a day as you could hope for during autumn in terrasen, sun shining through the huge windows of the palace you walked through. you were on your way back to your room from a meeting with aelin and the others, when the scent of sweet pastries caught your attention. you followed the pleasant aroma, hoping to find what was causing the smell.

rounding a corner, you realised it was coming from the room in front of you, door open and revealing the treats on a table at the rooms centre. you couldn’t help but step inside, unable to resist at least taking a closer look.

the pastries were still warm, icing sugar sifted over the top, covering the toppings and preserves. there were so many, that you were sure that whoever these belonged to, could never possible figure out that one was missing.

you picked up a raspberry topped one, fruit preserve dolloped in a smooth circle atop the delicacy. you examined it briefly, wanting to admire it a little before you destroyed it with your teeth.

you bite into it, sweet and tangy flavours melting onto your tongue as you close your eyes in bliss. the raspberry was definitely the best choice, crispy pastry flaking as the pinky-red jam coated your tongue. this was by far one of the best things you’d ever eaten, and you didn’t even feel slightly guilty that it didn’t belong to you.

however, what you had failed to realise, was that fenrys had followed you after the meeting, wanting to spend time with you and let you rant on about whatever book had been currently occupying your time.

“this doesn’t look like your room, darling,”

you jump, hand flying to your chest as you attempt to flounder for an excuse, stuttering out half sentences before giving up with a frustrated huff, shoulders deflating.

“oops?”

he barked out a laugh, stalking over to you with a hand outstretched, “give me one then, so that we’ll both be in trouble,” he said with a wink.

you hand him another raspberry one, picking out the tastiest looking one with extra preserve on.

you liked fenrys a lot, and you thought that maybe he liked you too, but after everything with maeve, you wanted to let him make the first move, content with letting things blossom on their own.

you hadn’t been sure if he liked you back at first, worrying that your girlish crush on him was blinding your ability to determine his emotions. but, after seeing how he acted around other people, especially girls, you realised that he wasn’t just an affectionate person that loved long eye contact.

he groaned when he took his first bite, sending butterflies fluttering around your tummy. even the simplest things could set you off with him, enamoured by his every move.

you both continued to eat, eyes occasionally meeting in the thick silence as you focused on your crime. you stopped briefly when he took a step closer, opening his mouth as if to say something.

“oi, what the hell do you think you’re doing with my cakes!”

aedion’s voice startled you out of trance, causing you to whip around in alarm, freezing and dropping your half eaten pastry.

fenrys didn’t hesitate to take your now empty hand, pulling you to run out the room. you lunged to grab a couple more of the treats for the two of you, shrieking when aedion made to grab at you.

the two of you ran down the hallway, laughing loudly with aedion shouting profanities as he chased you.

flying round a corner, you yelped when fenrys pulled you into a hidden alcove, shadowed enough that it could cover the pair of you.

he pushed you against the wall, bodies close to keep yourselves as out of sight as possible. your chests heaved as you giggled, snorting lightly and trying to keep quiet.

fenrys shushed you, covering your mouth with his huge hand, smothering any sounds coming from you. he grinned down at you, pressing closer when aedion’s footsteps neared, before holding his breath as the man finally passed the alcove, cursing profanities under his breath.

only when the two of you began to calm down, adrenaline rushing through you, did you realise just how close your faces were. he dropped his hand from your mouth, and you could feel his breath hitting your face, eyes locked on yours.

your breath hitched as he leaned down slightly, the gap between you now so small that he would barely be able to fit his hand between you. assessing your facial expressions, he watched as your pupils dilated, hearing your heart pounding in your chest as your head tilted further back. his gaze shifted lower, watching as your tongue flicked over your soft lips, wetting them lightly.

fenrys cursed, groaning before he finally closed the gap, finally pressing his lips to yours.

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eek :)

[thewardenisonthecase]

There Used to be Five of Us

Chapter 5: Elizabeth

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Chapter 4

Series Summary: Snapshots of different moments between Elizabeth Hawke and her family.

Chapter Summary: Elizabeth celebrates her birthday by visiting her mother's grave.

A/N: Next chapter is the final one. This one, once again, made me UPSET

Word Count: 1178

Elizabeth walked into the dining room, seeing that the table was already half set. Her parents sat and siblings were already in their usual seats. 

“Did you invite Fenris?” Leandra asked.

“I did, but he said he would only arrive later.” Elizabeth explained. “We can eat without him.” 

Her mother nodded and stood up from the table, making her way towards the kitchen, at the same time as the twins took their places. 

“I still can’t believe you and Fenris are a couple.” Bethany said. “I didn’t think you two would make up again after all that.”

“Trust me, I’m surprised too.” Elizabeth said. “After three years, I thought he would have moved on already.” 

“I, for one, am glad.” Carver chimed in “I couldn’t stand your crying over him any longer.”

“Ass.” 

“Eliza.” Their father said from one of the ends of the table, in an uncharacteristic stern tone. “Watch your language.”

Carver crossed his arms, looking smugly at his older sister. 

Malcolm’s lips turned into a smirk. “Your brother’s not an ass. He’s a tit.”

Both women began to laugh as Carver threw his hands in the air and then turned to Bethany. “You’re supposed to be on my side!” 

Before she could reply, Leandra walked in, carrying a cake with a few unlit candles on it. “Maker, you all. It’s like I have four children sometimes.” 

She placed the cake right in front of Elizabeth. “Chocolate cake. Your favorite.” She said before hugging her daughter. “Happy birthday, my love.” 

Leandra moved to the other side of the table as Carver, Bethany and Malcolm stood up. He lit the candles with a wave of his hand and the four of them began to clap in unison, as they sang. 

“Make a wish, darling.” Leandra said. “Anything you want and it shall be granted.” 

Elizabeth looked at all of them and then to the candles before closing her eyes and blowing the candles. 

None of this was real, as she well knew. She had seen all of them die, and it had been years since the last time she celebrated her birthday. 

When she opened her eyes again, Elizabeth was no longer dreaming. 

She took a deep breath as she stared at the ceiling. Barkspawn had jumped on her bed while she slept, as she saw him curled up at her feet. There was a time when she would scold him for it, but ever since her return from Skyhold, she didn’t have the heart to push him away. 

Elizabeth wanted to stay in bed all day and pretend like she didn’t exist. Her friends knew better than to bother her that day, so truly what was stopping her from just going back to sleep? 

She turned around, and saw a bottle of wine on her bedside table that wasn’t there when she went to sleep. Frowning, Elizabeth sat on the bed, grabbing the bottle. She examined it, before realizing it was one of her favorites, a fancy brand from Antiva. On the table, she saw a small note. 

Chuckles, 

I know you said you didn’t want anything for your birthday, and so I made Daisy promise she wouldn’t go visit you today. However, Fenris would kill me if he discovered I let you stay in bed all day.

So, take this bottle as both a gift and a request. Go drink, go outside, do anything today instead of wasting away inside your home. 

Varric.

Elizabeth put the note back on the table, before looking at the wine bottle again. After a few moments of consideration, she stood up. Barkspawn stayed in his place, and she smiled, petting his head before heading outside her room. 

With the wine in hand, she headed towards the small garden on the outside of the estate. There was a time when Merrill would come visit and tend to some of the plants, but that was long ago. 

In the middle of the garden, there was a tombstone. Elizabeth walked towards it before sitting down on the ground in front of it. 

“Hello, Mother. Hope you haven’t missed me much.” She said as she opened the bottle. 

“Sorry for not bringing you flowers this time. I don’t feel like going out today, but I’m sure you’ll understand.” 

She stared at the tombstone before sighing. Was this the first sign of madness? 

After taking a sip from the bottle, Elizabeth traced the wording on the stone. 

Here rests Leandra, Malcolm, Bethany and Carver Hawke 

Originally, only her mother’s name had been carved on it, but as the years passed, it didn’t feel right for her to be the only one with a tombstone. 

Elizabeth closed her eyes, and for a moment, she remembered each of their deaths. 

Father holding her hand as he took one last breath. Bethany being crushed by an ogre. Mother’s cold body, that was not even truly hers. And lastly, Carver, telling her to live, before running towards the Nightmare demon. 

It felt wrong that Leandra was the only who’s body she was able to retrieve. Sure, at the time, they had buried Malcolm, but with Lothering gone, she doubted his grave had remained unperturbed. 

Elizabeth only hoped that they had found each other again, wherever souls go when they leave. She had her doubts over the ‘going to the Maker’s side once again’ but it was better than the other alternatives. 

It was definitely better than the idea of her family’s spirits watching over her. Wherever they were, she hoped they could not see her. 

“I dreamed of you again.” She said. “The same dream as before.”

She took another swing from the wine, the taste of it feeling bitter on her tongue. She wondered if her neighbours could see her like this? The mighty Champion of Kirkwall, sitting on the dirt and drinking wine in front of her mother’s grave. What a picture that painted. 

“It’s not fair, you know.” Elizabeth sucked in a breath. “That you all get to be together again while I’m here. And on my fucking birthday of all days.” 

She didn’t know how long she sat there, but it had been long enough that it began to rain. She stopped drinking the wine but she remained there. 

Then, she felt someone standing besides her. 

“It’s raining." She heard Fenris say. "You're going to get sick.” She didn't say anything, only shrugging as a reply. She thought he would go away but instead, he sat down beside her. 

Elizabeth placed her head on his shoulder and the two remained in silence, as she finally began to cry and her tears mixed with the rain. 

She closed her eyes, trying to think of their happier days. Of running around the house with her siblings. Of listening to her father’s stories before going to bed. Of her mother combing through her hair, as she hummed a song. But there was one memory that kept coming to the forefront of her mind.

The last day that her family was still whole.

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[rockandroar]

Here are my latest sketches of Fenris, who we will meet in chapter 3! The top left pose is a nod to a classic photo of Michael Hutchence (INXS), who inspired many aspects of Fenris’s design. 🐺 🎸

Fenris Vanderwulf is the frontman of the band Fearless Minds, which he founded with his best friend from high school, Darrel Hare. From the time he was little, Fenris’s vocal and guitar talent was largely noted - some even considered him a child prodigy. He was the darling of every school competition and local contest, and as he grew up, became even more popular for his charisma and looks.

That’s not to say none of this hasn’t gone to his head - he has a need to hog the spotlight, and puts almost as much time into grooming himself as he does into his music. He is a smooth-talker who won’t hesitate to charm his way into getting what he wants, and any promises he makes should be taken with a very large grain of salt.

[magecrashout]

hawke laughs freely at the picture he presents her. my, my, she loves it when he makes these stupid dry jokes. ❝ please, it would take more than a slippery floor to take me down. ❞ she catches the tingle of humor in his eyes and in his voice. each time it is almost like she wins a point for herself when this happens — she imagines she's pulling him out of his brooding swamp waters and exposing him to few rays of light.

hawke stills when he reaches for the guts in her hair. that must be from where her hair is soaking all that blood. he tells her he knows she'd do a lot for a bet and he is correct. too spot-on. hawke smiles and takes the invitation, she knows her way to the hanged man from just any point in kirkwall. ❝ it was a harmless bet, fenris. i bet varric i can kill a horde of darkspawn just fine without him and bianca. but in the company of either you or isabela with a blade in hand. well, this wasn't exactly a horde, but we came out alive anyway. ❞ she explains, looking back at fenris to catch his reaction.

she shrugs her shoulders. ❝ promise you will be there to tell me 'i told you so, hawke' — ❞ she does her best impression of his much deeper voice and his often sharp tone. hawke takes the stairs in their way hurriedly, thinking. she keeps doing so much for kirkwall and often times it is... overbearing. without an end goal. she doesn't want to dwell on his words right now. if she doesn't have these troubles to solve and things to kill, well what is there to look forward to?

❝ you always point out what a blasted hole kirkwall is, yet you stay. i suppose we both find reasons for the things we do. ❞ her tone is light, not a trace of blame or shame. she'd never shun him but she wonders why he stays.

cont. / @magecrashout

It wouldn't be the first time they crashed through that bar's rickety doors while covered in blood. He imagines the wood soaked with it like a repeated coat of varnish where they usually congregate, that scent of rust-iron always perceptible beneath the miasma of piss and cheap drinks — the entirety of Kirkwall's saturated by it, indistinguishable from the factory smokes or the sea brine on early mornings. Fenris gives her a flat look while flicking the viscous entrails from the blade, and steps over the cooling corpses with the same indifference afforded to cracks on the road. "If I show up alone, Varric will worry that you slipped and broke your neck on the way out of the bath." Imperceptible to anyone else, a tinge of humor reverberates in the harsh cadence as he reaches forward to remove a particularly stubborn bit of organ-meat from Hawke's hair. "You would do a lot of things for a bet." A half-way between a statement and a question, he gestures for her to lead the way. The work is never for the profit, not unlike the first years he's heard about. And power for power's sake? He's seen it play out to the same end throughout the wretched years. "It's only inevitable that you will one day bite off more than you can chew in a city like this, Hawke."

[doberbutts]

Every time I get my cat's attention by going "Shitty Kitty" (and he sometimes meows in acknowledgement) I am reminded that Tater answers to Titties. At some point, it was Silly Kitty then Silly Kitty said in such a way there's letters missing in Silly and a really hard KH sound apoears. Like, we do the most with our darling babies nicknames.

(His name is Boris. We already went off base with Silly Kitty and it spiraled.)

Proof from Just Now that Tater still responds to Titties (when not enticed by the delicious and yummy forbidden bowl of Fenris Breakfast)

[shallyne]

TOG characters as Speak Now lyrics

Aelin - Don't you think I was too young to be messed with?

Rowan - There is nothing I do better than revenge

Sam - Something's gone terribly wrong, won't finish what you started

Lysandra - I'm on my guard for the rest of the world

Elide - who you are is not where you've been, You're still an innocent

Manon - Long live all the mountains we moved I had the time of my life fighting dragons with you

Nehemia - Oh darling, don't you ever grow up

Lorcan - You, with your words like knives And swords and weapons that you use against me

Fenrys - Since a twist of fate, when it all broke down And the story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now

Dorian - You say we'll never make my parents' mistakes

Chaol - So this is me swallowing my pride standing in front of you Saying I'm sorry for that night

Kaltain - But I never thought I'd live to see it break, It's getting dark and it's all too quiet And I can't trust anything now

Aedion - And I feel you forget me like I used to feel you breathe

Gavriel - And it was enchanting to meet you

Yrene - Left a small town, never looked back I was a flight risk, with a fear of fallin'

Nesryn - They keep watchful eyes on us So it's best that we move fast and keep quiet

[nanomooselet]

You would not be the first. Percival was my boy back during the original livestream of Crit Role (I haven't seen the show).

Something about believing yourself a coward when, to everyone who really gets to know you, it's self-evident you're actually a hyper-competent badass. Something about buying the lives of everyone you love with your body and soul as the price. Something about being so full of anger at your own past helplessness and how every so often it threatens to burst through and scare the shit out of everyone.

I would like to submit for your consideration, in addition, Fenris of Dragon Age 2, who isn't a gunslinger nor does he have glasses but does have white hair, a traumatic past, and glowy blue markings demonstrating his supernatural powers.

i just started watching vox machina and i think i have a thing for blond gunslingers with glasses and a traumatic past

[onblondes]

10 first lines

ahh thank you for tagging me @rowanisawriter i love this one!

no pressure tagging @femmeharel, @window-on-the-west, and @elinorbard

Rules: Post the beginning lines of your 10 most recently published fanfics, then attempt to tag 10 people!

reality check

Gale was usually quite comfortable on the phone.

2. apotheosis

Cullen has always known the Herald is a mage though he can't quite explain how he knows.

3. between the stacks

“Uh, Evie - darling,” Gale says but that doesn’t stop her from pressing another kiss to his pulse.

4. A Passing Resemblance (okay this was an experimental one lol, i was trying something)

Even after weeks on the road to Baldur’s Gate, even after proving herself time and time again, after hiking for miles, after cold nights on the ground, after three broken fingers, after countless rescues and standing against gods, Evie still felt nervous when her companions all looked at her and waited for her decisions.

5. diversion

It’s not that Cullen’s jealous exactly as he watches every guest of the Winter Palace vie for Evie’s attention.

6. first light

Cullen insists he doesn’t mind the hole in the roof of his quarters, that he can sleep anywhere as long as he’s tired enough, but Evie notices the difference in him when he spends the night in her bed.

7. these word's appointed course

It begins with a letter, delivered by hand from a messenger that Fenris personally recruited in Starkhaven. 

8. kissing scenes

Meetings with Jaheira were always quick.

9. barbed

Maeve is relieved to discover that Evie is a good kisser.

10. measure for measure

“Don't,” Raphael slurred through all the blood.

[maythedreadwolftakeyou]

20 Questions for (Fanfiction) Writers

Tagged by @serbarris thank you!! :)

How many works do you have on ao3? 20 published! don't... just don't ask how many are on my computer hard drive.

What’s your total ao3 word count? 187,071. I'm going to be honest guys I did this with a calculator from my 'Works' page and only after the next question did i remember the 'Statistics' page exists and i did not have to do all that.

What are your top five fics by kudos?

Fallout from the Fade | DAI | 780 kudos F!Hawke x Fenris; 90k; In progress/hiatus: what if Hawke manages to survive being left in the Fade, but then has to deal with the aftermath? -- My angsty longfic darling, my outlet for cliffhangers and torment. This fic is on "hiatus" in that I have decided to stop posting chapters until I finish writing it to the ending. But it's not abandoned, just secret progress only due to the Agonies and Horrors and all that (grad school).

Provided it tied you down first | DAI | 527 kudos F!Trevelyan x Solas; 17k; Complete: Solas & Trevelyan have to go undercover in a Tevinter sex dungeon, and Trevelyan can no longer hide her secret desire for Solas -- what? yeah. i wanted to try writing porn for the second time and just looked through the kink!meme prompt list until i found a funny but challenging one. sometimes the fun of writing is taking something unbelievable and working backwards like, ok so what WOULD it take to actually lead to this otherwise out of character situation? also i ran out of birth control and became Compelled to write something horny. to everyone who asks for a sequel i'm sorry i went back on the meds too fast.

Lost to Night | DAI | 227 kudos Solavellan; 11k; Complete: Solas and Lavellan slip away for some alone time after the events at the Winter Palace, but before the party really ends. -- Obligatory Halamshiral hookup fic. This was my first attempt at writing smut, i would do things somewhat different now but I like the fic. The most important thing of course is the Angst is still in there.

Less a man than a wild cat | DA2 | 263 kudos F!Hawke x Fenris; 15k; Complete: Hawke & Co are out drinking while Fenris is away on business, but then a grey cat with white markings that look extremely familiar turns up hissing at Anders and demanding attention from Hawke. -- this is the closest thing to fluff I'lll ever write, probably. just some silly fairytale style fun.

Letters to Fenris | DAI | 200 kudos F!Hawke x Fenris; 1.6k; Complete: a selection of letters that can be found in Fenris' room, after Hawke leaves to help the Inquisition. -- Short & sweet, my favorite hobby is making readers smile and then punching them directly in the gut. Yay!

What fandoms do you write for? Dragon Age and Mass Effect (look... i know I only have one ME fic posted, but I did write a lot more than that. just never shared it). For me personally... fanfic is most interesting when it's for exploring customizable characters & their relationship to the world of the setting. Or the NPC characters in a world that's shaped by the choices of the player. I've never really gotten into fanfic for things like books/movies/tv for this reason, just rpg's.

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? Hoooooo so like... i do wish i was the kind of author who thanks everyone who leaves a comment and replies thoughtfully within a reasonable timeframe. I wish it!!!!! however the 6-12 months after I started writing fanfic, pretty much every weekend for me looked like this:

stay up all night Sunday writing a chapter

Once finished writing, reward myself with respond to comments on the previous chapter

post the new chapter at 4am with minimal edits if any

sleep for 2 hours then drive to the USGS office, get in the fieldwork SUV, and take a Car Nap on the 6 hour drive to Death Valley or wherever

spend 5 days wandering the desert measuring plants with NO cell service or internet

return to Civilization covered in sand and sweat on Friday, terrorize the locals of Vegas/Moab at the grocery store, and spend 1 day recovering and checking the internet/reading all the comments left over the last week/getting filled in by friends on whatever internet memes i missed while away

now it's Sunday again and repeat this entire process

Anyway this got me in the habit of like... commenting was something i did only after i finished the next update, rather than as people leave them (since I only read them in bulk when I got home). like as a reward to keep me motivated to finish the next chapter so i can talk to people back!! and it's been 3 jobs and 10 years(🙃) since then but the habit persists. but then if it's been more than a month the last update it feels like i'm Too Late to reply anyway so i often don't. idk! maybe part of it's also that i take a LONG time between chapters nowadays bc of Life, so, i am also hiding from the fact that i'm not ready to post the next bit yet. like if i don't reply maybe you can't see me spending 7 hours per day on tumblr wasting time, and be mad that i'm not writing. i know i'm the weird outlier about a lot of fanfic things and processes haha. i do love getting and reading people's comments, sorry i'm so shit at addressing them!

What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Probably Reunion, my pre-DATV release (so no spoilers) Solavellan one-shot where I wanted to make myself as sad as possible imagining a potential outcome for them. What's worse than one half of your ship dying? Maybe both of their psyches getting locked together and one subsuming the other, so what remains is neither fully the individuals or someone new, just a shattered amalgamation left to cope with all that.

What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Staring at this like. do i ever write happy endings?? probably the Fenris-is-a-cat fic, but even that i left kind of open. i think my Hawke-deals-with-Leandra's-death fic has a pretty hopeful ending, but the fic itself is a grief exploration, so...

Do you get hate on fics? Every now and then someone leaves a comment like "I'm so sad this fic was abandoned" which, is not really a very motivating way to phrase that. and i've only really abandoned like 1 fic, i consider the others just "perpetually on the back burner", but once you get past a year with no updates I don't blame people for the assumption. my writing and hobbies are on a geologic scale rather than the fast-past biologic scale of the rest of fandom. sorry to make this about geology again.

Do you write smut? Yes... though I've only published 2 pieces and have a 3rd currently being posted. A dozen or so more exist but don't yet have fully fleshed out stories to put them inside lol (sorry Rookanis...). whoops!

Do you write crossovers? I have not. Actually wait, one time I wrote like 2000 words of Mass Effect x Animorphs in a tumblr reply and then the page refreshed and i lost it all and the Murderous Rage about that was too overwhelming to rewrite it. someday though...

Have you ever had a fic stolen? I don't think so. I don't think my writing is popular enough to get noticed like that. Though I also write more than I read so if it did happen, I probably would never notice.

Have you ever had a fic translated? Yes! Both Fallout from the Fade and Letters to Fenris were translated into Russian by a very kind reader :)

Have you ever cowritten a fic before? Nope. I think I'd be pretty miserable to collaborate with. I don't even use beta readers for this reason.

What’s your all time favourite ship? Listen. I know this is my dragon age blog for dragon age things but I'm breaking character for a moment here. for all my love of sollavellan and shakarian and fenhawke. My real otp is FitzChivalry Farseer x The Fool from the Realm of the Elderlings series by Robin Hobb. these books broke me. they changed how i think of storytelling and how i think of love. i cannot emphasize how insane the relationship between these two characters is, and i read the last trilogy AS IT WAS RELEASING, i waited YEARS for the resolution #iykyk. there is no greater love story in my heart than this one. "is it actually gay" it would take me 10 years and 10,000 words to answer that don't worry about it just trust me and read them. yes there's 16 but that's not relevant just read the first trilogy at least and if you have the brainrot you'll be happy for the rest and if not you can just stop there and be satisfied with a solid fantasy story.

now. i do not actually read OR write fanfic for this series. this is because it does not need it. to me the frustrations and agonies and disbelieving joy i get out of FitzLoved are part of what makes it perfect. I have basically nothing to add that is not already covered in the books and the ending, to me, is perfect.

this is the second time ive used this image in 3 days AND I'LL DO IT AGAIN as often as needed!!!!!!!! until everyone in my life gives in and reads them

What’s the wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will? Of things I've somewhat posted: the Trevelyan x Corypheus fic i got off the k!meme randomly-generate-a-pairing-and-situation post. I wrote a chapter or two more, realized it was shaping up to be Way too long to actually commit to at the time for crack-treated-seriously, and it's been backburner ever since. I would like to go through and sketch out something that is at max 15-20k so i can put a cap on it because i DO think it was really fun as character exploration for Corypheus who is otherwise a CRIMINALLY underutilized villain. he's great ok. the timing in DAI just... doesn't do him justice. also his best dialogue is locked to the Templar route which almost everyone else in the tumblr DA fandom skipped.

Of things i've never posted, a ME: Andromeda fic focusing on the relationship between Ryder & Sam. I got like--15k? or so into that and again realized it was gonna be a 100k endeavor for something probably no one but me would read, due to weirdness and tiny number of people who stayed active in MEA fandom. so i tabled it for a future ME obsession period that has not yet come to pass.

i'll also sneak in here my confession that I now have over 20k of words written for Rookanis and yet have not posted anything to AO3/only a 500 word snipped to tumblr. and probably several of these starts/sections will never get fully formed fics. but i DO intend to finish and share... something for them at least.

What are your writing strengths? I think I am pretty good at building tension, and making the reader feel invested enough to be sad/stressed/nervous when i want them to. my favorite compliments are often the ones like "i don't usually care about this character/trope/whatever but you sold me on it" because that's a harder target than someone already invested.

What are your writing weaknesses? Editing and then sharing it lmao. I'm GREAT at writing as in typing a bunch of things all in a row. everything after the process itself is done? not nearly as interested. I also have a hard time transitioning between sections/scenes and tend to overwrite the in-betweens to get from bit to bit--something that could probably be fixed more in editing if i bothered to do that part.

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in a fic? I think if it's more than a few short phrases or single sentences you can guess from context it can get annoying, reading wise. if there's some sort of in-line translation or hover-over-alt-text that makes it nicer. however i do write this anyway myself bc i love the idea of lost language/reverting to old habits or selves/etc too much, so like, just because it's kind of annoying to have to read through doesn't mean i think people shouldn't do it/it's not worth it. i sure won't stop.

First fandom you wrote for? Dragon Age: Inquisition lol. the first fanfics I ever wrote are still on my account. i wince at them now, but i think it's nice to have that proof of my progress/growth there. i don't need my AO3 to be a greatest highlights reel, just an archive.

Favourite fic you’ve ever written? Like Teeth Against His Heart, my Solavellan DAI-era prose poem weirdly formatted ficlet ♥︎ (on tumblr as the zine pages here, and on AO3 here). I am slowly Marinating the Trespasser & DATV sequels to this in my heart, but it will be slow to get them fully formed on paper.

whew 20 is a lot and i talk too much, this got long oops! Anyway tagginggggggg @baejax-the-great @m-m-m-myysurana @sageadvice @songofamazon @loquaciousquark @genjyoandgojyoandhakkai but i love reading writing-meta stuff like this so if any followers wanna do it, go ahead and do so & tag me so i can read everyone else's too :)