#varric smut

[variaoftevinter]

hawke x varric

fem!hawke x varric, mention of fenris x hawke i wrote this literally over two years ago (never posted) and just edited it a bit, enjoy!

content: v light smut, hickeys, b0ners, conversation about sex

Hawke and Varric were sat as always in the back room of the Hanged Man, hidden away from the rest of the rabble— to her preference. She never made a fuss when they got a table in the front, but she always got quiet-- surprising for someone as seemingly sociable as her. She said she doesn’t like when people watch her eat. The barmaid walked over and placed a bottle of dark wine and two chalices in front of them. Varric filled both of their cups. 

“I believe we have to keep tradition and get shitfaced, madam,” Varric said. She groaned. “What’s wrong?”

“Trust me, it’s not that I don’t like getting drunk,” she said with a smile, “it’s just that I black out every damned time. Without fail.” He laughed.

“It’s reassuring to know Hawke is bad at something. I’ve never seen someone handle their alcohol as poorly as you. Even Daisy.”

“We have no clue what those Dalish could be chugging on.”

“Hawke, how the hell could they make wine out there?” 

Hawke took a swig from her cup.

“Blood magic.” 

Varric groaned.

“That one was terrible.”

“I thought the delivery was pretty good!”

“I won’t deny you that,” 

She chuckled, her cheeks already flushed. “No one delivers like you do, Hawke.”

“That’s for damned sure. They don’t call me the Whore of Kirkwall for nothing.”

That one earned a hearty chuckle from the dwarf. 

“You’re lucky I’m working to help your reputation, that would be quite the fucking legacy.”

“What’s wrong with being a whore, Varric? I’ve been one all my life. I know how to get what I want from people, fucking is one of the ways I do that. It’s methodical. Often times I know exactly how to get someone off, like clockwork. Or a machine, or something.”

“Isabela’s really rubbed off on you.”

“She certainly has.”

Varric, mid-drink, spat and sputtered into his wine.

“Maker, woman!”

“Oh come now you’re not some prude, are you? Goodness, it’s like I’m sat with a chantry mother.”

“My innocent ears!”

“You’ll be alright,” She said, and refilled both of their now empty cups. “I never really here you speak of sex, come to think of it.”

“Truth be told, it’s not my favorite pastime. There is a lot more to a connection than that, at least for me,” He said. Hawke leaned forward, intrigued. “I have to know a woman, intimately, before it can come to that. I’ve tried casual sex, but it’s just far too vulnerable. It might sound sad, but I have to be able to laugh with that person. It’s such a serious matter when it’s with a stranger.”

“Laughter and sex, huh?”

“It’s necessary, yes. Absolutely.”

“Interesting. In all my days I’ve never experienced that.”

“Well,” he laughed, “I highly recommend.”

“Sex is often how I get to know a person. I don’t know why, but I greatly enjoy it. It tells me all I need to know about a person. What they want from you, if they’re a giver, if they’re a keeper, even.”

“I’ve never seen you find a keeper.”

She flinched at the comment. He quickly apologized.

“I have found keepers. The question is if I’m what they want.”

“Hawke, I don’t know how you couldn’t be. You’re a good, good woman. I mean it.”

“Well, people have specific tastes,” He raised a toast to that. “Like you, Varric. You’re commitment to Bianca is unwavering, and that never ceases to confound me.”

“She’s a good bow. She’s sturdy, and-”

“Varric.”

“Right... You wouldn’t get it.”

“Oh trust me, I do. She doesn’t deserve you.”

“You’re hung up on that broody elf, aren’t you? I could say the same for you. He has hurt you again and again... I suppose like she has to me.”

Hawke took a sip of her wine. Varric followed suit.

“You can do better than him, Hawke.” He repeated.

She sighed. “There isn't anyone better than him, in my eyes. But you can do better too. You deserve someone who does need you.”

“You need me,” Varric said. They looked at each other. “If we both can do better then where does that put us?”

She laughed loudly and genuinely— which was a rare sight.

“Maybe that puts us right here in front of each other.”

“What are you saying, Hawke?” Whatever bluff she had, Varric called it. They held eye contact for a moment.

“What are we, Varric? I mean, I’ve never had a friendship like this before.”

“Neither have I,” Varric said. “Family?”

“Maybe…” They locked eyes again. Varric furrowed his brows. 

“I’ve never really liked a woman that wasn’t a dwarf.”

“I’ve never really liked a dwarf.”

“Fair,” he backed off. They thought for a moment. “We’d be good for each other.”

“I… yes.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes,” she decided. “We would, wouldn’t we?”

“Yeah, sure. Absolutely.”

She took a sip of her wine. Varric simply watched. His eyes made their way to hers. She looked back, setting the chalice down. He shifted in his seat.

She stood up. Varric inhaled, tilting his head up to look at her. She stepped over to him in his seat, and laid herself across his lap. He slid a hand over her rump. She brought a hand to his chin, rubbing her thumb gently across his scruffy facial hair as she lifted his face up to hers. They kissed— only for a moment, then pulled away to look at each other. Neither could discern what the other was feeling so they went at it again. As their lips pressed together they wrapped their arms around each other, enveloping them in one another’s embrace. This kiss lasted longer. Slowly, gently, the tip of Varric’s tongue brushed against her lips. She parted her mouth for him, letting him in. They continued. His left hand still wore a leather glove. He gripped her jaw with it, keeping her right against him. She felt him start to press against her, growing hard. She whimpered.

“Fuck.” He whispered. 

She tried to stifle a laugh, to no avail, giggling down his throat. He pulled away, resting his hands on the armrests of his chair.

“What?” He demanded, embarrassed.

“What do you mean, what?” She said, still in his lap, her face almost touching his.

“You laughed in my mouth!”

“You just said... I just felt bad. Or guilty I suppose.”

“Why?”

She leaned in, and started to kiss his neck. He tossed his head back, groaning in surprise. Slowly, she bit and sucked at him, until the skin turned deep red.

“Because,” she whispered into the crook of his neck, “I have you right where I want you.”

And with that, she rose from their shared seat, grabbed the quarter-full bottle of wine, and started to walk away.

Varric, unsure of whether to cover his neck or his bulge, awkwardly stood up and started to follow.

“Hawke! Maker’s breath, wait, woman!”

[petchic101]

Horny fun Varric and Hawke Fanfic, after years of thinking about these two I finally decided to write it all down <3

[theluckywizard]

Sunshine from Beyond

In the Shattering of Things, Chapter 28: Sunshine from Beyond

A Dragon Age: Inquisition longfic featuring Rose Trevelyan x Cullen with a side helping of x Garrett Hawke

Varric has negotiated his way onto my walk this morning, despite my full throated warnings that I am a very early riser. He wrestles his way out of his tent, cursing the cold, cursing mornings, cursing the Maiden, cursing me.

“Conveniently omitting yourself from that list,” I tease him. “I didn’t ask you to join me.”

“The literary gods compel me,” he replies. “But Andraste’s ass, let’s make this a one time thing.” Last night’s installment of snow is wet and cumbersome and just grazes Varric’s thighs, prompting more spitting and cursing, so I trample the trail for him with precision stomps.

“You do this every blazing morning?” he asks me.

“Most of them.”

“And you talked a couple kids into joining you half the time?”

“They showed up one morning and talked me into bringing them.”

“Witchcraft,” he teases me. “Something magic about you without a lick of the Fade. It reminds me of someone else.”

“That would be the mark.” I waggle the fingers of my left hand  out to my side.

“Maybe in part. But that’s not what I mean,” he insists from behind me. “For all intents and purposes you present like a pretty ordinary woman. But for some reason I have this urge to confess secrets so deep they’re gathering cobwebs. To follow you blithely into some kind of madness. There’s only one other person that has that effect. And if it weren’t for his letters, I’d think I conjured him up for a story.” The absurdity of being compared to the Champion of Kirkwall catches in my chest in a laugh.

“I won’t go asking for your dirty laundry, Varric, don’t worry.”

“That’s just it. One day you’ll come to holding an armful of my dirty laundry and neither of us will know what hit us.”

“Then it’s probably a good thing I’m about to get blasted to bits under the Breach tomorrow,” I joke. Varric is having none of it.

“We’re going through the motions, Freckles, but I get the feeling your story isn’t done yet.” The vote of confidence feels like a spark inside me but it isn’t catching. I’ve been trying to rekindle that flame of optimism all week, but all the tinder has been expended.

“I believe I recall you telling me to run while I can because you know tragedies and you know where this one is headed. Well? We’ve arrived.”

“Yeah. And that was before you doggedly survived every curveball of batshit demon combat. That was before you sashayed into a horrific future and waltzed back out to nab the Tevinter magister tinkering with time. There’s something more going on here.”

“Are you going to start calling me the Herald of Andraste, now, Varric?” I ask and it’s almost a scoff.

“I’m just saying there might be something to the miracle angle. Don’t count yourself out just yet.”

“Better to expect the worst,” I say. He doesn’t press. I take the opportunity to explain my hunting process and how I involve the boys when they come with me. The snares are all empty, the growing population of the town having depleted the game to an elusive handful. I help Varric climb to the top of my rock and we perch there, watching for rams that I have no intention of taking today.

“So what does the Champion of Kirkwall think of all this?” I probe. Varric looks at me like I’m taking advantage of his admitted vulnerability beside me.

“He believes it's well in hand. He believes in you.”

“And how would he know anything about me?” I ask. Varric gives me a look and I puzzle it together. A thrill skitters through me that almost tickles. How absurd.

“I suppose you won’t tell me what you told him about me.”

“I told him the truth. That you’re disgustingly precious and I don’t know how you do it,” he says. I snort indignantly.

“Thanks, Varric.”

“Just peddling the truth, Freckles.”

“The truth? I’m shocked.”

“I don’t lie to Hawke. Couldn’t sneak one past him if I wanted to anyway.”

“He sounds kind of terrifying,” I laugh.

“Hawke? I mean– he is if he needs to be. But I think you’d find him to be a bit of a puppy. A puppy who could crush you at Wicked Grace, crush you in a drinking contest and crush you in general, but a puppy.”

“I’m telling him you said that. If I ever chance to meet him.”

“And I will stand by my words. He knows what he is.” (Continued at AO3)

Tagging the DAFF Crew

@warpedlegacy, @rakshadow, @rosella-writes, @effelants, @bluewren, @breninarthur, @ar-lath-ma-cully, @dreadfutures, @ir0n-angel, @inquisimer, @crackinglamb, @nirikeehan , @oxygenforthewicked

[thepaintedlady00]

Series Candidate #4: Dragon Age Fandom

You.

Fenris/Fem mage Alora Hawke pairing. Currently 15 chapters are planned (can change). This one will follow the games storyline with some changes of my own and unique aspects to magic and the story. It'll include a bit of enemies/rivals to lovers, canon typical violence, fluff, smut, bit of angst.

Hawke was fire, the fire that she so elegantly commanded. She was red, blood and anger and passion all molded into one being. She was stubborn and sarcastic and annoying… She was full of laughter and wisdom and everything he could have ever wanted to be. Fenris' eyes trailed down her form fitting armor, splattered with the blood of their foes. Her chest was heaving as she caught her breath beside him, but it was the dimly glowing gem that kissed her skin that his eyes focused on. Anger and pain boiling up within his chest as yet again the undeniable reality hit him.

She was a mage.

She radiated the tingle of magic and every time he got this close, every time he could feel her warmth against him, he was nearly smothered in the too familiar tang of it. It mattered not how long he'd fought beside her, how many nights they'd spent talking in the empty ruins of his master's manner, how much he longed to be at her side no matter where she went… Hawke would always be a mage. She would always feel like magic and pain and longing.

His name rolled off her tongue in a soft whisper. Her amber eyes looked up at him, worry shining and clear in them. She worried for him… Fenris sighed and gave her a nod, the gesture seeming to soothe her. Hawke smiled, the damn thing sending a jolt of lightning through his chest. Damn her. She set her head back against the rock behind them and laughed, full and free. "That was a close one."

He hummed, looking out at the sand littered with the bodies of their attackers. "Yes."

Fenris' body burned for her. Her voice, her touch, anything she would give him. When her pinky finger curled around his, still bound tightly in the cold metal of his gauntlet he couldn't help but reciprocate the action. Her head fell carefully to his spiked shoulder, dark hair spilling from beneath her red bandana, the heat that radiated off of her sinking through his armor and into him. He closed his eyes, inhaling the faint scent of her, smokey and dark and rich. She was intoxicating. "We should regroup with the others."

His finger curled tighter around hers. "In a moment. We wouldn't want to miss the view."

She giggled, the sound vibrating through him, her bright eyes looking out at the orange and red of the setting sun. "It would be quite a shame to miss this."

Hakwe was fire and mage or not, she had what remained his heart completely.

***

Fenris was ice, the frozen chill of the armor that ecased his lithe body so beautifully. He was blue, lyrium and sorrow and dreams warring inside him. He was cold and cruel and calculating… He was full of experience and a dry humor that had begun to grow on me, he gave little more than fleeting looks and occasionally soft words and once in a blue moon a touch. Always featherlight and minimal, but that single touch filled me with more peace than I'd ever known. I craved it… Craved him, every piece he would entrust with me. My eyes watched him as his silver hair hung over his face, the gentle breeze tussling it ever so slightly. If he was hurt, he didn't show it.

He wouldn't show it, I realized. "Fenris?"

When the roughness of his hazel eyes snapped to mine, cold and angry, I nearly looked away. His hatred was something I'd gotten used to, at least more now than in the beginning, but the moments like this where his disgust of me spilled out through his eyes cut deeper than any knife could. His eyes softened, his face followed as he nodded at me, answering the question I never asked. The knowledge made me smile. He was alright. That was all that mattered.

I set my head back against the rock and laughed, forcing everything else to disappear if only for this moment. "That was a close one."

"Yes." Was all he said, but that voice… I closed my eyes at the sound of it, letting it wash over me. Thunder and rain and power. Unable to help myself I curled my pinky around his, fear filling me for a moment at the sudden and entirely possible thought that he'd pull away. When his finger curled around mine, cold metal biting into my skin, I sighed and set my head onto his shoulder. The spikes made it difficult to be comfortable, but I didn't care. He was here, beside me, just like he'd always been. Through the blood and death and danger Fenris remained by my side. He offered me counsel and comfort… He offered me safety, a thing I'd never been given before.

I was the one tasked with keeping people safe. I was the one that everyone else looked to in moments of crisis, but when they looked to me I looked to him. He didn't know it, could never know it, but in those moments the only thing keeping me standing was him, was knowing that he would be by my side no matter what my choices led us to. 

"We should regroup with the others," I said, breaking the long silence.

Fenris' finger curled around mine as I moved to withdraw it. The simple action sending my heart into stuttering palpitations. "In a moment. We wouldn't want to miss the view."

My eyes dragged over the blood and corpses to gaze out at the setting sun, red and orange ripping across the surface of the ocean. With a soft laugh I settled back against his stiff, cold exterior. "It would be quite a shame to miss this."

Fenris was ice and steel, and whether he hated me or not, whether at the end of it all he chose to leave… I was his entirely.

[rhbrand]

Not gonna lie. I'd read the hell out of this book.

[jacklyn-flynn]

It's only been five months for us but a whole year for them! Staring down two more chapters (and possibly an epilogue) after this crazy long one. SFW teaser under the cut to tempt you into reading the whole chapter!

Even knowing it was only his imagination, the smell of blood mingled with his master’s oils turned his stomach. 

No. No longer my master. 

Fenris ripped the door off the wardrobe and flung it across the room with a roar. It slammed into a post of the bed with a crack and the entire canopy collapsed on the corner. He picked up a chair from the heavy table by the back and swung it into the other post at the foot of the bed, sending shards of wood crashing against the wall. He grabbed the third and with all his might pulled it off. Were the wood not water-damaged and termite-eaten, he never would have been able to snap it off. He’d tried it with its mate many times and even with the added strength lent by desperation, they had only creaked in protest. 

[viiisenyas]

Thirsty Thursday

I was tagged by @psalacanthea​​ hahaha. 

I said I was working on moving my smut piece in MOTA from Act 3 to Act 1 so, hahahahaha here’s a snippet of the revision >_>

Notes: In this version, Val was actually genuine when she mentioned a passage, and Hawke is an arsehole. this is quite literally trash and i regret nothing.

“Since Tallis couldn’t find a key, Val and I are going to check a guest room for a passage into the château.”

“Are you sure you want to go with birdie?” Varric frowned, “You two don’t exactly get along.”

“Just distract the guard while we have a look around.”

“Hawke said, aggressively,” Varric muttered, earning a snort from Valeriana.

He ignored Varric’s comment and walked ahead as he quickly thought of a tale to spin knowing the rogue would make this an easy process. He slipped his arm around Valeriana’s waist, and easily got the guard’s attention.

“Can I help you?” The guard asked.

“My wife just tried one of the canapés and it was raw in the middle! Someone must alert the kitchen at once!” 

“She does look a little ill, messere,” Varric noted. “Maybe she should lie down. You do have a place for her, don’t you?”

“I really shouldn’t—”

“Would you have my beloved retch all over her gown? We will not insult the de Launcets like this! It was a gift!” Hawke gasped.

“Bah! There’s no need for such drama,” The guard retorted. He glanced around before he opened the door to the quarters, “Just for a little while, yes? Until she feels better.”

“Yes. Thank you.” Garrett continued the ruse, “Come now little dove.” He guided her into the room and the guard shut the door behind them. 

“Perhaps you should alert the kitchens. We don’t want another noble falling ill.” Varric suggested behind the door before the sound of footsteps faded.

“You know I hate it when you call me that.” Valeriana muttered, disapprovingly.

“I don’t care.” He shrugged, moving toward the bookcase beside the massive bed. 

Garrett braced his palms against the carvings of the cool iron. He began to push the grandeur piece of furniture, hoping to manoeuvre it in one motion. He strained, barely moving it an inch and became slightly embarrassed.

He looked over his shoulder to find Valeriana sulking and he furrowed his brow. “Help me with this, will you?”

“You look strong enough to move it by yourself, Hawke. I’m just a little dove, remember?” She sat on the bed and pouted.

By the Maker.

Hawke rolled his eyes before turning back to try again. As he pressed against the bookcase again, it moved with ease and for a moment, he felt a sense of accomplishment. Then he realised Valeriana used her magic and the positive feeling diminished when he saw there was nothing behind it except another wall. 

“This was a complete waste of time,” he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck.

“There's another shelf over there,” Valeriana pointed out as she stood, “Maybe—“

“To the Void with this, we’re doing this my way.” Garrett started moving towards the door and she caught his wrist, pulling him back.

“No, I’m not wading through a river of blood, Hawke!”

“No one is stopping you from going back to Lowtown, Val.” Garrett narrowed his eyes.

He didn’t know why he even let her come with him in the first place. In Kirkwall, she constantly undermined his authority when he attempted to intimidate people during his interrogations, and here she was undermining him again. It peeved him off.

She’s lucky she’s cute.

She paused and her face crumpled in anger, “I can’t find my way back to Kirkwall by myself!”

“You’ve maps at your disposal.” He shrugged and her lips parted. “We follow my plan or you can go.” 

“You are such an—“ She made a disgusted noise, throwing her hands up in exasperation. Valeriana pushed against his chest forcefully and he was taken aback by her unexpected outburst. Reflexively, he grasped her wrists in a bruising grip before he shoved her against the wall beside the door. A pause followed and  tension settled in the air between them as he stared her down. She took a deep breath and clenched her jaw. He noticed the way her nose scrunched and his eyes fell to her lips. Without a second thought, he leaned in and his lips collided with hers in a frenzied kiss.

He dragged his hand to the back of her neck while she braced her palms against his chest. His opposite hand roamed her form, and he squeezed the swell of her arse. She inhaled sharply and he deepened the kiss.

Hawke impatiently grabbed her wrist and guided her hand to his growing erection. She palmed him over his trousers and he groaned against her lips.

He pulled away from her, bunching the skirt of her dress above her thighs. His fingers brushed against her cotton knickers and she gasped as he quickly began to rub her clit through the fabric.  She grabbed his sleeve, wrinkling it in her fist as her head fell back against the wall. He watched as her lips parted and her brow furrowed.

“You’re really getting on my nerves, little dove.”

“I told you to stop calling me that, Hawke.”

Garrett slipped his hand into her smalls before plunging his middle finger into her cunt. She emitted a low moan and tangled her fingers in his hair. 

Garrett added another finger and she gasped. Her head tipped back against the wall as a shaky breath escaped her when he brushed his fingers against her most sensitive spot.

Hawke pulled his hand from her before curling his hands under her thighs as he lifted her up. He rutted against her, and she threw her head back, gasping as he kissed down her neck. 

“I could fuck you just like this,” He thrust against her sharply, watching her eyes roll back. “Right against the wall.”

Valeriana shook her head, “I’d rather not have a sore back. On the bed.”

“You say it like you know from experience,” Hawke arched a brow as he continued moving his hips against hers.

“My ‘experience’ is none of your business,” she sighed when his lips found her neck, “We are doing this on the bed, or you’re finishing yourself off.”

“Fine. Have it your way,” He huffed, turning to carry her towards the large bed at the centre of the room. Garrett nipped her earlobe and she gasped before he pushed her onto the plush duvet. 

“You’re insufferable,” she scoffed as he pulled away from her to discard his doublet and jerkin. 

“And yet, you’re still here.” Garrett knelt before her on the floor, pulling the hem of her garment over her hips and eyed the damp cotton of her knickers.

Garrett impatiently pulled her undergarments off, tossing them to the floor. He tossed her legs over his shoulders. His palms grazed over her satin stockings and his fingers dug into her shapely thighs. He dragged his tongue over her folds and she gasped and her head fell back into the plush duvet. He could hear the sweet sounds she made as he swirled his tongue around her clit while she bunched the silken linen into her fists. 

Garrett reached up to knead her breast roughly through her gown with one hand as her chest rose, while slowly inching two fingers into her cunt. She gasped sharply and bucked against his hand and he curled his fingers against her spot as he pumped them into her. 

She involuntarily thrust her hips forward, and her voice rose a few octaves. Warmth bloomed in her core as she edged towards euphoria. 

Hawke moved his hand from her breast and unlaced his trousers to pull his cock free. He began to stroke himself in time with his fingers thrusting into her and he flattened his tongue against her hardened bud.

Valeriana trembled and she grabbed his hair, letting out a quiet sob. She tumbled over the edge, and her slick coated his fingers as she clenched around them.

Garrett pulled his fingers out of her and slowly ran his tongue over her sensitive folds as her orgasm ebbed away. 

“Stand up,” she said, after a moment.

“You know I don’t like taking orders, Valeriana.” He furrowed his brow.

“Do you want me to return the favour or not?”

Oh.

He stood to his feet as she rose from the bed. He watched with wide eyes as the mage knelt beside him, pushing her crimson hair over one shoulder. She tentatively grasped his shaft in her hand before she began to stroke his aching cock. 

“Do you know what you’re doing?” He asked after inhaling sharply.

“Venhedis, I’m not a blushing virgin, Hawke.” 

“Could have fooled me.”

She rolled her eyes and without warning, she wrapped her lips around his length.

Garrett groaned, revelling in the sensation of her soft lips. He hissed, willing himself not to carelessly thrust into her mouth as her tongue swirled against the soft tip. She bobbed her head in time with her hand and he reached down to brush her hair behind her ear. Her eyes flicked up to his and she slowed her movement for a moment before moving her hand away, swallowing more of him down.

She definitely knows what she’s doing.

“Sweet Maker!” Hawke gasped, feeling her hollow out her cheeks around him, and his hands flew to the back of her head. 

He felt himself twitch, and she braced her palms on his hips and groaned when he began thrusting into her mouth, grazing against the back of her throat. She gagged, pulling away for air, and Garrett caught the sight of her wet swollen lips and the strand of saliva that hung from her chin. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. 

“That was rude!” 

“Just get on the bed, will you?” Hawke groaned, taking a step back to give her room. 

She reclined back into the duvet and she stared up at him as he pulled her towards the edge of the bed before bunching the skirt of her stolen gown above her waist. He slipped his hand between them, grasping his cock and his hips involuntarily thrust into his own hand when he pressed his aching tip against her wet folds. 

Valeriana gasped and her eyes fluttered shut as he pushed into her. He exhaled through his mouth, shakily at the sensation and his hot breath fanned against her face. Breathing deeply, he inched himself inside of her, groaning as he savoured the warm and soft feeling of her cunt tightening around him. He began to move at a moderate pace and leaned down to rest his weight on his elbows. 

She moaned softly into his ear as she wrapped her legs around his waist. Hawke raised his head and looked into her emerald eyes as he began to move faster. An uncomfortable feeling crept into his heart as she held his gaze. It was like she could see his weakness that he tried so desperately to hide behind his outwardly aggressive nature. It was too intimate. Garrett slowed his movement and shook his head.

“What?” Her brow furrowed and she tilted her head.

“I can’t do this. Turn over,” He slipped himself out of her, earning a needy whine and he could see the confusion on her features. She almost looked dejected.

“Why?”

Because this is getting awkward for me.

“Just turn around,” he huffed.

She was reluctant, but she did what she was told. Hawke slipped his fingers through his hair, trying to focus on the moment before he knelt on the bed behind her. He grabbed her wide hips, bringing her arse level with his cock. He traced his fingers on the curve of her arse, and she rutted against him involuntarily.

“You’re impatient.” 

“You are so— ohh.” Valeriana’s retort was all but forgotten as he slid himself into her warm centre with ease. She pressed her forehead against the mattress and bundled the wrinkled duvet into her hands.

“What was that, little dove?” He planted his palm on the small of her back, giving her a hard thrust.

She yelped and shot him a glare over her shoulder. He simply grinned in reply. His hips snapped against hers while he worked up a relentless pace.

[pavellan-trash]

Varric is ace

to me

[treasure-trove-of-my-writing]

Chapters: 7/? Fandom: Dragon Age II, Dragon Age (Video Games) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Fenris/Hawke (Dragon Age), Hawke & Merrill (Dragon Age), Female Hawke & Aveline Vallen, Anders & Female Hawke (Dragon Age), Anders & Fenris (Dragon Age), Fenris/Female Hawke (Dragon Age) Characters: Female Hawke (Dragon Age), Fenris (Dragon Age), Merrill (Dragon Age), Anders (Dragon Age), Varric Tethras, Isabela (Dragon Age), Bethany Hawke, Aveline Vallen Additional Tags: Sad, Pining, Friends to Lovers, Ending Relationship, Fenris leaves after the first night, Sad Hawke (Dragon Age), Sweet Merrill (Dragon Age), Broody Fenris (Dragon Age), post-sex, Hawke Loves Fenris (Dragon Age), Established Fenris/Hawke (Dragon Age), Hurt/Comfort, injured, Protective Fenris (Dragon Age), Warrior Hawke (Dragon Age), Hawke & Varric Tethras Friendship, Anders Being Anders, Healer Anders (Dragon Age), Fluff and Angst, Heartache, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Smut, Romantic Angst, Kissing, Anders kisses Hawke, Forehead Kisses, Eventual Smut, Fenris and Hawke fuck, My First Smut, I know feels feels feels, I swear I'm going somewhere with this, It's not all sad and emo but most of it is ngl Summary:

“Siana, do you still love him?” Siana shifted in her chair. “That’s not the point.” “It’s exactly the point, sweetie, because you went to his mansion, in the middle of the night, and slept with him.”

Siana has left Fenris after sleeping with him out of the blue. She runs to the Hanged Man and meets Isabela there. She explains everything.

[finely-aged-dragons]

Very much loved the little ‘help Krem distract my boyfriend so they can do a birthday surprise’ thing. Conversation going nicely until it turns to bland topics and Bull wonders if being back at the palace has Sav keyed up again so he’s rambling about random shit out of nerves but it’s quickly apparent he’s distracting him from something but if Savraas is in on it it’s probably something good so he’ll play along and see what the surprise is even though he has negative desire to hear about Ferelden politics

[pickledkelpie]

varric tethras as a character in theory is so strange imagine finding out not only is your favorite smut author involved in two major historical events but he's the mayor

[dawnsumhrs]

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the champion of kirkwall was only 28 when they battled the arishok??

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they should’ve been at the club

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Red Lyrium!Meredith Stannard x F!Reader

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[vigilskeep]

Varric: Ugh I'm so angry at Anders. I can't believe I have to write smut featuring him.

Hawke: You really do not have to. In fact please don't.

Varric: Nah I'm gonna.

literally no-one in the world asked him to do this

[imakemywings]

Below will be fanfic recs for TOLKIEN, DRAGON AGE, and THE LEFT HAND OF DARKNESS. Once again, I’ve tried to break the Tolkien recs down by character groupings but you all know what a thankless task that is. Asterisks by particular faves! (￣y▽,￣)╭ 

(Photo credit to Irene Davila on Unsplash.)

Past fanfic rec lists

The Left Hand of Darkness

As One Thing Becomes Another by vir_adahlenn - G - 1,867 - A little cultural misunderstanding out on the ice. Really nice character voices!

Hearth and Family by aurora_chipotera - T - 1,762 - Just a fluffy meeting between Sorve and Genly after Therem takes Genly to his home hearth.

Meshe And The Pesthry (Transmission 61: Book Scans and Notes) by  venndaai - G - 163 - A cute little fake journal entry about wildlife on Gethen, accompanied by a pretty illustration.

Mirage and Memory by yhlee - M - 1,166 - Ashe and Therem’s heartbreaking relationship from Ashe’s POV :( The format really captures the slow falling apart of something that was never built to last.

On the Ice by Snickfic - G - 1,831 - Such a sweet, playful side of Therem here. Him and Genly exchanging stories from their respective cultures feels so true to the themes of the book.

Other Kinds of Men by karanguni - NR - 2,937 - A fascinating dig into Arek and Therem’s relationship and their divergent attitudes about it and the pressures they face because of it.

The Other Lives by centrifugepolitics - G -  3,392 - Initially, Sorve is not happy to see Genly show up at their hearth.

* A Profound Hurt by keerawa - T - 1,805 - Beautiful, tragic look at Ashe and Therem’s relationship, particularly Ashe’s grief after Therem’s death. One of the few fics that addresses Ashe and Therem’s kids and their feelings about their parents. Wonderful work.

Shadows cast behind you by karanguni - T - 725 - A really interesting exploration of how other Gethenians see Therem and what his awareness of that is.

Submersion by venndaai - T - 5,285 - Really cute relationship between Genly and Therem. Some of Estraven getting what we all wished he had, rather than getting killed!

* what good is a wise hand on a broken tiller? by rem-ir - M - 2,929 - SUCH a good look at Ashe and Therem’s relationship before their separation. Ashe tries to convince Therem not to take the position with Argaven and their frustration is so understandable and painful.

your name a kiss of snow by venndaai - M - 3,393 - Tent sex ft. Genly’s first time ever.

Dragon Age

* Aeducan Pride by cartadwarfwithaheartofgold - M - 2,964 - Manka always captures such a wonderful, fucked up relationship among the Aeducans, particularly the Warden and Bhelen. Here, we see what happens to Rica after Bhelen loses the throne.

Love and Red Ink by hes5thlazarus - T - 1,670 - Bianca and Varric and their mutually-destructive relationship, parsed through a review of Varric’s work. Excellent stuff.

Welcome to the Guild by Toshi_Nama - T - 3,470 - Bianca and Varric are self-destructive at a party and it is fascinating to watch.

Tolkien

Arafinweans

* Berrypicking Time by swampdiamonds - T - 2,082 - This fic captures the best part of Finduilas/Nienor which is their healing and moving forward together. Both of them are trying so hard to process their own trauma, but they also want to help each other!

It's the Secret That We Keep by Loriand_Lost - E - 17,778 - Beautiful fic exploring Galadriel’s relationships with both Celeborn and Luthien in Doriath. Absolutely fantastic characterization! And great smut scenes.

On Sands of Pearls by cuarthol - G - 5,500 - Beautiful look at Finrod’s re-embodiment and his relationship with Olwe. Deals very nicely with Finrod’s feelings, and also the feelings of the Calaquendi concerned with how troubled Finrod seems to be…

* Opening by am_fae - T - 2,766 - Finrod’s game with Sauron is ongoing. In this installment, he wears a false Nauglamir and Sauron taunts him about releasing his captives. SUCH an amazing job wth both of these characters and their twisted power play dynamic. THE series that got me involved in this ship.

* The Pleasure of the King by Anonymous - E - 5,274 - Ahhh this is such a great fic. Azaghal and his wife Khoreti are quite eager to show Felagund the depths of hospitality in Belegost. Absolutely fantastic characterizations and such a fun time for everyone here. Also, origins of Finrod’s nipple piercings ;D

A Promise of the Sun by cuarthol - G - 874 - A really sweet look at the relationship between Beor and Finduilas as Beor approaches the end. TT_TT

The Sound of Water Falling Over Stone by TheLionInMyBed - E - 2,257 - Such a fun dynamic between Galadriel and Luthien here, you absolutely cannot blame Galadriel for being enchanted.

Undreams by nothinghereisworking - Finrod has nightmares about the ice :’) So captures the trauma of that experience.

Untitled by actual-bill-potts - Finrod and Nienna after his rebirth. A great little look at both the joy and the grief of Finrod in his return to Aman.

Untitled by that-angry-noldo - Ahhh heartbreaking look at Finrod post-Tol-in-Gaurhoth as he reviews the various scars and marks Sauron left behind.

What Happens After by The_Wavesinger - T - 3,088 - This fic does a great job balancing romantic and familial love. Finduilas and Nienor have helped each other through the worst of their trauma, but still they miss their families and want to find them.

Feanorians

* Beware of Women with Beards and Men Without by TheLionInMyBed - E - 4,782 - Azaghal and Maedhros’ alliance was full of cultural misunderstandings, but they push their way through it. Delightful characterizations here, particularly of Azaghal who gets basically none in canon, and a funny but also touching relationship between them.

* the bite of the blade by mochimilku - M - 947 - I’ve raved about this one before, but Curufin’s wife’s fucked up lusting over Luthien while she’s imprisoned in Nargothrond is incredible. 10/10 galaxy-brained idea Heather.

Deeds to Live in Song by firstamazon - M - 1,051 - Feanor and songs of Power! This author does a great job of writing a believable Feanor, his personality really shines through here, the good and the bad.

Every Time You’re Another Evil by Meadowlarkx - M - Tasty tasty drama when Mairon is granted re-embodiment in Valinor and Maedhros can’t let go of his past trauma. Somehow, they understand each other. Beautiful writing.

* a great chasm like bed and bier by willowcrowned - G - 2,930 - Great, gritty look at Maedhros and Maglor’s relationship wrt each other and also the Silmarils as they approach the end of their story.

I Like to Be Here When I Can by imnotdyingbuthereyouallare - G - 1,170 - A sweet little conversation between a young Maedhros and Nerdanel.

Loremastered by disastrousexpense - E - 2,334 - Maglor’s daddy kink arrives suddenly and powerfully. Absolutely fantastic and fun Daeron/Maglor smut. This fic does an amazing job showing Daeron’s confidence and intelligence as not only a minstrel but also as a linguist and a craftsman. Also, they play “two truths and a lie.”

Love All of Me by Alantie - G - 2,327 - I love this look at the very start of Feanor and Nerdanel’s courtship. The dynamic between them here is excellent and I’m always a sucker for Nerdanel being caught totally off-guard by Feanor’s interest in her XD

mock your own grinning by jouissants - M -  3,485 - Silvergifting at its deliciously peak fuckery. Sauron is haunted by what he did to Celebrimbor but since he doesn’t have a conscience really, that presents interestingly. Beautiful writing, fascinating character take.

Nerdanel, After the Kinslaying by brazenbells - Ow ow ow ow I always sympathize with Nerdanel and this fic beautifully drives home her grief over the loss of her family, particularly as a parent questioning where she went wrong.

* Nesting by LiveOakWithMoss - T - 4,580 - Uh. Not really sure what to say about this one. It has great characterizations and a fascinatingly toxic Kidnap Fam dynamic, both between the twins and the Feanorians and between Maedhros and Maglor themselves. The whole thing is delightfully fucked up.

* A Poetry Lesson by HewerOfCaves - T - 2,716 - I’m still losing it about this fic because Ingwion/Maedhros was never a ship I had considered but now I’m invested. Gorgeous characterization for Ingwion and I love seeing cocky prince Maedhros in Tirion who’s hot and smart and he knows it. Also, hitting on someone in a library feels like such an incredibly Maedhros move.

Untitled by imindhowwelayinjune - E - Curufin has the most cringefail sex with a frat bro Dwarf. You WILL have secondhand embarrassment about this, but it is funny enough to be worth it. 

* Untitled by imindhowwelayinjune - T - On his death bed is as good a time as any for Celegorm to fall in love. Fantastic and also deeply fucked up, so prime Feanorian content.

Untitled by JengaJives - T - “You don’t get it, Maedhros is the normal one” stands out as one of THEE premiere Silm fanfic lines, and for the mute horror Daeron experiences after hearing it.

We're here to drink your beer and steal your rum by LiveOakWithMoss - T - 1,156 - It’s a funny little modern AU fic with Maedhros having too much to drink with his roommate Azaghal. An excellent “snapshot” fic that shows a vulnerable Maedhros moment and a cute relationship between the two characters.

* You Are Coming Down with Me by TheLionInMyBed - T - 10,933 - Dark comedy look at the Kidnap Fam which takes, imo, a much more realistic look at how unhealthy the situation was for everyone involved, particularly the twins. Excellent characterizations!

Nolofinweans

From the Heights, Such Light and Air by sallysavestheday - G - 852 - A look at Fingolfin and Turgon’s relationship both touching and heartbreaking. This is a relationship that feels rarely explored so this was great to see!

Untitled by jouissants - Fantastic dig into Turgon’s character, particularly his feelings about the Helcaraxe and his family in Middle-earth. Wrenching, realistic, and a reminder of the incredible trauma carried by the Elves who crossed the Grinding Ice.

Untitled by @lesbianhaleth - Turgon and Elwing bonding!! Absolutely love this discussion, a little bit of trauma healing for both of them.

Untitled by tanoraqui - Finwe’s adult children after rebirth. Cute little fic where they manage to sit around and have a few drinks without fighting.

We build castles with our fears and sleep in them like kings and queens by TheLionInMyBed - G - 3,185 - A great look at Findis and Lalwen through the recollections of Idril as she crosses the Helcaraxe.

Sindar

* And by their blazing signify that a great princess falls, but doth not die by TheLionInMyBed - G - 3,533 - Absolutely obsessed, some of the best Elwing characterization I’ve ever seen, and still the only fic I’ve read where she explicitly takes up arms against the Feanorians in the Havens. Gorgeous look at Elwing’s relationship with the other refugees of the Havens and at the Feanorians’ dynamic with them. One of the best Elwing fics I’ve ever read.

* Daeron Nails It by Tallulah -  537 - I am in LOVE with this little fic, it incorporates so many delightful details about the court in Menegroth. I am so pleased to see I am not the only one picturing Thingol and Melian with the cringiest pet names for each other.

Elwing, Survivor by crownlessliestheking - I do love fics that give Elwing space to be resentful about her fate, because she really did get a raw deal.

Festival by porphyriosao3 - A sweet look at Thingol and Melian’s relationship and also the pre-war relations between Doriath and the Dwarves of Belegost. Love the characterizations here!

* A Fish Hook, an Open Eye by simaetha - E - 2,185 - Delicious. Maglor goes to the Havens at Sirion to try to wheedle cooperation out of Elwing, but she is not having it. Their argument takes a interesting turn in private. Love how desperate and pathetic Maglor is here.

Flight Patterns by austerlitzborodinoleipzig - T - Great Elwing character study.

Friendship and Stern Demand by polutrope - Exploring the fascinating question of what exactly went on in Elwing and Maedhros’ diplomatic correspondence prior to the Third Kinslaying. Wonderful dynamics and subtlety here, and amazingly well-researched, as with all of Polu’s fics!

how big, how blue, how beautiful by mochimilku - T - 1,185 - Ahh childhood friends-to-lovers Earendil/Elwing is my favorite flavor and it comes off so well here, examining the similarities and differences in their respective experiences as refugees.

I hope we both die by @lesbianhaleth - T - Maglor confronts Elwing in the Havens, and loses.

In Our Dreams by Zhie - G - 1,746 - Other people posting Finrod/Thranduil?? Nice.

A Light Burns in the Forest by tinnurin - T - 15,038 - A young Thranduil and his father escape with Elwing during the Second Kinslaying. The author does a great job of showing how shocking the event must have been for the Doriathrim. Also, Thranduil is trying so hard here but clearly has no idea how to handle kids.

The Little Matchstick Twins by imindhowwelayinjune - As to be expected heartbreaking examination of the deaths of Elured and Elurin.

Runes by StarSpray - G - 861 - Lovely cultural exchange between Doriath and the Dwarves, and someone, at least, makes good use of Daeron’s alphabet.

The Unrealized Ambitions of the Foam by Brazenbells - Elwing and her sons, from joy to grief. Excellent use of the cyclical tragedy of Elwing and the Doriathrim.

Untitled by simaethae - Adorable family ficlet about Elwing, Earendil, and the twins. Also a great look at their life in the Havens!

Sleepless in Lórien by elennalore - G - 2,135 - What if? type fic where Melian and Thingol’s first meeting was during his ambassadorial visit to Aman. This fic does a great job showing how the Ainur and the Elves are still getting to know each other.

Small Birds, Dry Grass by vardasvapors - A bittersweet look at Elrond and Elros as Elros’ age starts to catch up with him, but more sweet than bitter I think! The author portrays such a lovely sibling relationship between them.

Stay, Forever by Melesta - G -  1,374 - This is such a cute Celrond fic, absolutely a sucker for the way Elrond finds Celebrian’s presence a restoring force and for the healing from the trauma of his childhood.

Valar

And She Vanished by polutropos - G - 432 - A sweet look at the relationship between Melian and Yavanna after Thingol’s death.

Dwarves

Of Good Memory by searchingforserendipity25 - T - Lovely tribute to Dis and her losses. And a great glimpse at the lead-up to the quest and the Ereborians in exile!

Untitled by SquirrelWrangler - G - The Dwarf Gamil Zarik arrives in Doriath to complete one last project for King Thingol, but age is catching up with him.

Men

Watch the wall my darling, while the gentlemen go by by Cycas - A really fascinating look at Numenor! This fic addresses more personal, practical impacts of the deteriorating relationship between Numenor and the Elves.

Lord of the Rings

The Blue Hour by Tallulah - G - 2,161 - A sweet, lovely Tarwen fic that focuses on Tauriel’s sense of their difference in position (which coincidentally, Arwen is not thinking about at all).

Miles to Go Before I Sleep by SatiricalDraperies - G - 690 - Early in their journey, Gimli reflects. A bit of Dwarf worldbuilding and group singing--what more can you ask for?

The Other Side of the Road by vinyarie - G - 6,221 - A really fun look at Bilbo and Frodo in Valinor. They get to meet Celebrimbor, who is understandably nervous about that.

A Shell That Speaks by undercat - G - 2,633 - This is such a lovely scene of Arwen and her children at the beach after the end of LotR. So many fluffy family feels here and a touch of bittersweetness with grandparents Celebrian and Elrond across the sea.

[dirtybiowareconfessions]

Confession: I’m not really into Cass x Varric as a ship, but the smut is frankly sublime

[vampire-exgirlfriend]

lay with wolves (alone it seems)

pairing: solas x nyneve lavellan (levellan oc)

rating: e

status: in progress

warnings: smut, spoilers for inquisition

a/n: apparently i write dragon age inquisition fic now. who would have thought?

“There’s an elf in your room.”

Nyneve shoveled the rest of the sweetbread that she had been eating into her mouth, tearing her gaze from the map before her to look at the dwarf who leaned against the door jamb to the war room.

“There’s always an elf in my room,” she teased, pointing to the curve of her own ears before giving him her brightest smile.

He rolled his eyes, though she did not miss the tug at the corner of his mouth. “You’re worse than Bull.”

“No one is worse than Bull.” In truth, she adored the Qunari, but that wasn’t relevant when the opportunity to poke fun at him arose.

Varric shrugged. “Fair enough,” he agreed. He held out a hand when she made to pass him, though he did not touch her, never touched her; he simply let it hang in the air between them. “Be careful.”

The words were uncharacteristically caring, a side of Varric that rarely came out, and when she looked down at him, she could not say for certain what she saw there. If any had become her closest friend in the time she had been here, both in Haven and Skyhold, it was him. He had had her back since Cassandra loosened her chains, and she had done her best to have his in return.

Her smile faltered. “I’m always careful.”

“Now that’s a laugh.” Time stretched out between them, time and the kernel of care that had grown there, but finally, he stepped out of the door. She sidestepped him and disappeared down the hall, nodding at those who called out greetings of “Your Worship” or “Inquisitor” as she cut through the main hall to head back to her rooms.

Her room, which was empty.

The door to one of the balconies was open, however, so she made her way outside and found that the sun still hovered above the mountain peaks, setting the snowy world below ablaze in shades of red and gold, as if it yearned to chase away the chill that crept through Skyhold.

Nyneve leaned against the bannister, hoping for a few peaceful moments surrounded by such beauty - moments that had become fleetingly rare since the destruction of Haven.

“Why did Keeper Hawen call you Embla?” Solas asked, stepping from where he leaned against the wall beside the door, his eyes hard as they met hers, as if he resented the secret she kept for herself.

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