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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage, Rape/Non-Con
  Category:
      M/M, F/F, F/M
  Fandom:
      Dragon_Age:_Inquisition, Dragon_Age_II, Dragon_Age:_Origins
  Relationship:
      Dorian_Pavus/Cullen_Rutherford, Alistair/Zevran_Arainai, Anders/Male
      Hawke, Isabela/Merrill, Fenris/Male_Hawke, Anders/Fenris, Blackwall/
      Dorian_Pavus, Danarius/Fenris, Anders/Karl, Fenris/Female_Hawke
  Character:
      Dorian_Pavus, Cullen_Rutherford, Zevran_Arainai, King_Alistair_(Dragon
      Age), Isabela_(Dragon_Age), Male_Hawke, Anders_(Dragon_Age), Fenris_
      (Dragon_Age), Iron_Bull, Merrill_(Dragon_Age), Blackwall, Danarius, Karl
      Thekla, Female_Hawke
  Additional Tags:
      Chocolate, Fluff, Birdwatching, Anal_Sex, Voyeurism, Jealousy,
      Cunnilingus, Alternate_Universe, Corsetry, Blow_Jobs, Rape/Non-con
      Elements, Angst, Gentleness
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-10-17 Updated: 2016-05-07 Chapters: 16/? Words: 6287
****** Dragon Age Drabbles a Plenty ******
by FendersWolfMage
Summary
     Short little drabbles not big enough to be chapters! Enjoy.
***** Chocolate Wrapped With a Hint of Fun (Cullrian) *****
Chapter Summary
     Cullen has a present for Dorian.
Pairing: Cullen x Dorian
Prompt Word: Chocolate
Cullen's face was bright red, as he nervously ascended the stairs. A small box
was clutched in his hand, a red ribbon wrapped around it. Pulling at his
collar, Cullen spotted Dorian in his usual alcove, book in hand.
It wasn't until Cullen stopped in front of him, that Dorian noticed the man's
presence. Cullen shifted from foot to foot, trying to find his words. “Amatus,
what has you so nervous?” Dorian asked, peering up slightly from his book.
Cullen looked away, shyly. “I've a gift for you” Cullen stammered. “A gift?”
Dorian asked, setting down the texts. “Yes, I umm” Cullen said, shoving the box
towards him. Dorian gently took the box, inspecting it curiously. “Am I missing
a Holiday or something?” Dorian questioned. Cullen simply shook his head.
Dorian gingerly unwrapped the small box, an eyebrow raising when he was
finished. “Is this chocolate?... Wine chocolate?” Dorian asked, a curve to his
lips. “I had.. figured we could share them later?” Cullen enquired. “Oh,
Amatus...” Dorian purred, a gleam in his eyes. Cullen didn't think he could
blush any more. Dorian's voice just did something to him, if the somewhat more
snug fit of his trousers was anything to go by. “I accept” Dorian said,
standing up to kiss Cullen.
What started gentle, turned slightly more heated, Cullen's arms coming to wrap
around Dorian's waste. For the moment, he almost forgot about the eyes around
them, forgot about everything they had to do. However, that was quickly
changed, as a throat was cleared from beside them.
Pulling away from each other, Dorian turned a glare to Mother Giselle, well
Cullen simply looked sheepish. “Mother Giselle” Cullen said, bowing slightly.
“Commander” she said, with a click of her tongue. Dorian rolled his eyes. “Was
there something you needed?” Dorian asked, irritatedly. “I needed a word with
the Commander actually. I will meet you in your office” Mother Giselle said,
turning away from the two men.
Dorian bowed his head forward, against Cullen's chest. Cullen's arms coming
around him. “I am all yours later, Dorian” Cullen said, running a hand up the
man's back. “And I look forward to it” Dorian said, as they parted to go their
own separate ways.
***** Crows (ZevAlistair) *****
Chapter Summary
     Alistair takes Zevran birdwatching.
Pairing: Alistair x Zevran
Prompt Word: Birdwatching
No darkspawn, no impending doom... and the first thing Alistair suggests, is
birdwatching. Zevran couldn't comprehend the appeal of this. The silence as
they sat upon the blanket, thighs pressed against each other. The only thing
Zevran could think of doing, was ravishing his handsome king outside. “My King,
if I might suggest-” Zevran began, but was cut off by an excited noise from
Alistair. Zevran looked in the direction he'd pointed. “Look, a crow” Alistair
said. Zevran raised an eyebrow, before laughter erupted from him.
Alistair suddenly turned bright red. “Oh Maker, did I just..I guess I saw it
and thought of you...” Alistair stammered, blushing furiously. Zevran chuckled,
leaning over to kiss Alistair. “You are rather adorable when you become
flustered” Zevran whispered in Alistair's ear. Alistair shivered a bit. “I'm...
adorable... I don't know if that's a compliment or not” Alistair thought out
loud. Alistair leaned back over, kissing Zevran again. Zevran pulled back with
a seductive smirk. “I thought you were birdwatching?” Zevran murmured against
Alistair's lips. “I have a pretty sexy bird right here” Alistair said. Zevran
composed himself, before he could laugh again. “We really must work on your
pick up lines, yes?” Zevran asked. “Oh, Maker...” Alistair said, slightly
embarrassed again. Before Alistair could think much on it, Zevran moved him
down to the blanket, distracting him fully from their previous endeavours.
***** Watching You (Anders x Hawke {Fenris} ) *****
Chapter Summary
     Anders and Hawke take time to themselves. Fenris spies on them.
Pairing: Anders x Hawke (x Fenris)
Prompt Word: Voyeurism
Watching You
Fenris felt wrong, as he leaned with one hand against the tree, hand stroking
his hardened member within the confines of his leathers. The sounds of skin
slapping against skin travelled from the stream. Anders cries of more not as
subtle as they'd figured. “Fuck, Hawke, Maker yes” Fenris heard him moan.
Fenris loosened the knot on the front of his pants, shimmying them down enough
to let his cock out. Fenris peered around the tree, watching as the two lost
themselves in each other. They were oblivious to their surroundings and Fenris
was grateful. Truthfully, despite his apparent dislike towards the abomination,
Fenris found him a rather attractive man.
For the moment, he pictured himself being the one to drive into the tight heat
of that pale, freckled ass. Fenris squeezed his cock just a little tighter, a
soft groan escaping him, but easily drowned out by the noises of the other two.
“Maker, Anders... You're so tight, so warm” Hawke panted out, head bowing down
between Anders shoulders.
Fenris' put two finger in his mouth, wetting them with saliva. Still working
his cock, he moved them down, circling one around his entrance. Ignoring the
bark biting into his shoulder, he allowed himself to imagine how would it feel,
to have Hawke do this to him? Work him open for that perfect cock. Fenris
panted, pushing the digit inside. “Venhedis” Fenris hissed, pleasure rocking
through him. How many nights, had he spent, picturing these things, but never
being given them?
All senses of wrong left him, succumbing to the pleasure of this. Anders sounds
were become desperate, breathless and begging. Hawke let out a shout, body
stilling. Fenris couldn't quite figure out what had happened, but the man was
quick to recover, pounding ruthlessly into Anders' heat.
It was Anders broken cry of losing himself, that sent Fenris over the edge. Cum
coating his hand and the bark of the tree, a cry of his own spilling out.
Panting and trying to compose himself, he noticed the silence around him. Just
as he was going to stuff himself back into his pants, Hawke and Anders popped
up from either side of the tree.
Anders tsked and Hawke smirked widely. “I told you he'd be interested” Anders
purred out. Hawke's eyes gleamed wickedly. “Oh, I knew long before you did. So,
Fenris, care to join us the next time? It's a little creepy preforming for an
audience” Hawke admitted. Fenris blushed darkly. Bloody mages.
***** Jealousy (Cullrian) *****
Chapter Summary
     Bull is flirting with Dorian. Cullen gets jealous.
Pairing: Dorian x Cullen.
Prompt: A jealous Cullen hears about Bull's flirting with Dorian. He decides to
do something about it.
Cullen leaned over the side of the battlement, starring off into the ground
below. He knew he should be working, but there was something stuck on his mind.
That something, involved a certain Tevinter Altus, who was currently chatting
below with the Iron Bull. Cullen knew the two were often seen together,
flirting and complimenting each other, but Cullen suddenly felt possessive.
What if Dorian eventually decided Cullen just wasn't enough? There seemed to be
a large appeal of 'riding the bull'. It was something Cullen himself just
didn't understand.
Watching as Bull reached over to place a hand on Dorian's shoulder, Cullen
found his resolve snapping. He wouldn't lose Dorian to his man. Dorian was his
and he would state as much. Straightening himself up, he descended from the
battlement, heading towards the bashful pair. Dorian's eyes lit up, as he saw
Cullen's approach, but that quickly slide away.
Reaching them, Cullen was quick to realize he hadn't truthfully thought this
through. What would he say? How would he say it? As he stood before them,
Cullen cleared his throat, a shade of red darkening upon his face, as he
fumbled for words. “I-uh” Cullen said, scratching the back of his head.
“Commander, we were just talking about hitting up the tavern later. If you're
not to busy, fancy joining us?” Bull asked, cheerfully.
Cullen shook his head. “What what I came down here to discuss, was the matter
of Dorian” Cullen stated, turning his gaze to his lover for a moment. Bull's
eyebrows shot up for a moment. “The matter of-” Bull began, cutting himself
off. Bull's hand fell from Dorian's shoulder. Cullen stood there for a moment,
waiting for someone to at least say something, lest he feel more like an idiot.
That was when it happened, both men burst out laugh. Dorian wiped a tear from
his eye, smiling full of mirth. “Oh, dear... Amatus” Dorian chuckled. Dorian
moved towards Cullen, placing a kiss upon his cheek. “You should have seen your
face..” Dorian smirked. Once Bull stopped doubling over in his laughter, both
men simply smiled.
Cullen didn't feel he could blush any more fervently then he was. Had he read
things wrongly? Did Bull not desire Dorian? “I may have desired Dorian before
you two were.. a thing, but I respect what you got” Bull said. Dorian ran a
hand down Cullen's arm, gripping his biceps a little. “You know, jealousy is
kind of sexy..” Dorian purred. Cullen was definitely wrong, he could blush a
lot more.
Dorian moved forward, wrapping Cullen in his arms. “I can't believe I just made
a fool of myself... I apologize if I acted out of place” Cullen said, towards
Bull. Bull shrugged. “He's pretty fine look, I may have done the same. Now if
you'll excuse me” Bull said, leaving the pair on their own. Dorian brushed back
Cullen's hair, nipping his ear lightly, before he whispered “Now show me just
how much I'm yours”.
***** Tongue (Merribela) *****
Chapter Summary
     Just a little smut between Merrill and Isabela. (Written by my
     boyfriend..)
Pairing: Isabela x Merrill
Prompt: Tongue
She was wicked with her tongue, the way it delicious flicked across her nub.
Sparks rocked through her body, causing her to wither, as the pleasure was
becoming to much. Just a little further, just a little more. Merrill's hand
darted out to grab a hold of Isabela's hair. Isabela eagerly parted her lips,
lapping and then suckling. Just the right amount of pressure, before fingers
worked her open. Merrill found her body rocking against that hand, begging for
more, maker, more.
Merrill clenched her other hand into the sheets, eyes squeezing shut as her
orgasm built up within her. “Bela” she moaned out, earning a chuckle from her
pirate queen. Isabela moved that tongue in with her fingers, thumb pressing to
her clit. With that, Merrill feel apart, crying out.
Isabela moved up, licking her lips. “That's my kitten” she purred, kissing
Merrill sweetly. Tongues delved into mouths, Merrill tasting herself upon her
lover. This was what she wanted, waited and desired for... For now, this was
all hers and hers alone.
***** Passing Notes (FenHanders) *****
Chapter Summary
     Fenris and Garrett are passing notes in class. Anders catches them.
Pairing: Fenris x Hawke (Anders)
Prompt: Passing dirty notes in class.
 
The English Professor droned on, his voice resonating through the class.
Usually, Garrett could listen to him speak all day. When the teacher's back was
turned, Garrett usually couldn't help his gaze from drifting down to that fine
ass. Mr. Anders was one of Garrett's favourite teachers, if only for the fact
that he was the most attractive one. Today however, his mind just wasn't here.
Not when Fenris kept passing him deliciously arousing notes.
Feeling a tap against his hand, Garrett took the next note from Fenris,
unfolding it. 'I wish you to pin me against a wall, driving so sweetly into me.
Maybe we could even get the professor in on the action' it read. Fenris was
fully aware that Garrett had a crush on their teacher, had even openly
expressed that he'd be willing to have a threesome with the man. Garrett
fantasized it for a moment, before picking up his pencil.
'Could you imagine, his cock down my throat, as needy moans escaped his mouth.
Maker Fenris, you'll kill me with this' Garrett wrote, before passing it back.
Fenris' green eyes darted across the lines, before a small smile was on the
corner of his mouth. Garrett offered a smirk back as well.
Lost in their own little world, neither had noticed the teacher's attention on
them, as Fenris handed back the note. Both their eyes darted up in horror, as
Anders swiped up. “I've a strict policy against passing notes in my classroom”
Anders said, crossing his arms. Fenris leaned back in his desk, a look of
defiance upon his face. Garrett simply couldn't stop his blush. “We're sorry,
sir, it won't happen again” Garrett sputtered out.
Anders looked at Garrett, before unfolding the note. His eyes darted over the
paper, widening in surprise, a small smirk crossing his features. However, just
as quickly as it had been there, it was now gone from his face. A stern look
filled his features again. “I wish to see the two of you after class” Anders
said, his voice professional, but Garrett could clearly hear the waver in it, a
little bit of promise within the man's eyes.
Fenris let out a scoff, before Garrett shook his head at him. “Of course, sir”
Garrett said, before the teacher resumed his class.
***** Black Ribbons (Fenders) *****
Chapter Summary
     Just a bit of Fenders drabble.
Prompt: Ribbons
Pairing: Fenris x Anders
The black lacy ribbon of the corset was an elegant contrast against the pale
skin and freckles. Montana blue encased his torso, as his strawberry blonde
locks feel against a sweaty forehead, as he bounced atop a lyrium covered cock.
Black ribbons matching that of the corset, were tied loosely around slim elven
wrists. Green eyes met honeyed brown, pupils lust blown as they gazed at each
other. Fenris reached out to grasp Anders hips, growling when the ribbons
stopped him. Anders let out a chuckle, before a moan escaped his lips. Fenris
rolled his hips up, meeting Anders.
“Fuck, Fenris. So good” Anders moaned out. “Mage, untie my wrists” Fenris
panted out, a soft plead to the tone. Anders shook his head, blonde locks
falling back. Leaning down, he kissed Fenris. “It's your turn to lay back and
enjoy” Anders purred out.
Fenris could only watch, as Anders cock bounced between them, licking his lips.
How he wanted to reach out and stroke the man to completion, to pin him down
and take him roughly. Fenris wanted to hear him scream, to watch him fall
apart.
Anders saw Fenris' eyes on his cock. Taking himself in hand, Anders smeared the
pre-cum down his length, throwing his head back as he rocked down to take
Fenris in. “Maker, Fen” Anders sighed out, before picking up the pace of his
thrusts.
 
“Fasta vass” Fenris moaned out, as he watched Anders draw himself closer to the
edge. All it took was that tight clench of muscles, the way he squeezed him and
Fenris came. Anders was soon following after, cum coating his hand and their
stomachs. “Fenris, Fenris, Fenris” Anders hissed out, as he finished spurting
across their stomach.
Panting, they both drew in shake breathes, Fenris pulling against the
restraints. “Corset yes... but next time, no restraints” Fenris said. Anders
laughed, as he moved himself to Fenris' side. “No restraints” Anders agreed.
***** Birthday Surprise (FenHawke) *****
Chapter Summary
     Fenris doesn't know when his birthday is, Hawke surprises him. ( Not
     so much friend requested, as written for a friends birthday!)
Pairing: Fenris x M!Hawke
Prompt: Birthday
Fenris had never been one to celebrate his birthday, unlike many other people
he knew. He didn't quite understand it, knowing he really couldn't remember his
own anyhow. It seemed to just always slip his mind. That was until someone's
birthday rolled around. Hawke always seemed to make a great deal out of them,
buying people gifts and making them cakes. It was like some extravagant thing,
that required the attention of everyone around.
Fenris found himself sitting up, pondering this. Hawke had asked him earlier,
on his own birthday. Fenris had been unable to give him an answer, explaining
he had no memory of ever celebrating such a thing. What did Fenris truly have
to celebrate anyway? He was a slave on the run from a magister hell bent on
getting him back. It just didn't seem like something to be a joyous occasion,
when the world demanded so much of his attention.
Slipping under the sheets beside his lover, Fenris curled around Hawke's back.
Birthday's weren't important, couldn't be important to him and Fenris could
live with that. So long as he had Hawke in his arms.
Morning rolled around and Fenris awoke to a chill rolling through him. Opening
his eyes to Hawke's absence confirmed the reasoning behind this. Sitting up,
Fenris brushed white locks out of his face, turning his eyes away from the sun
that shone through the window. Moving out from under the covers, he slipped on
his armour and made his way out of the room.
Hawke's mansion was silent, the dog clearly gone and Fenris felt a bit of panic
rise in him. Making his way down the stairs, he was met by Bohdan. “May I ask
where Hawke has gone?” Fenris asked, hoping maybe Hawke had just gone
downstairs or something else. Bohdan smiled. “Good Morning, Messere. Master
Hawke has simply stepped out to run some errands. Should be back by noon”
Bohdan answered cheerily. Fenris hummed. “Then I shall await him” Fenris said,
before moving off to the library.
He and Hawke had been working on his read. Fenris figured he was improving,
even though he could still only manage books with more.. simply words. Though
it was a start and Fenris was grateful for the effort Hawke out into it.
Sitting comfortably upon the chair, Fenris began to read. Hopefully, it would
pass time til Hawke's return.
As noon rolled around, there was still no sign of Hawke's return. A knock at
the library door had Fenris feeling hopeful, until he looked towards the door.
Orana stood there, a cup of tea and a sandwich in her hands. “Are you hungry,
messere?” Orana asked quietly. Fenris wanted to say no, but as his stomach
growled, he offered her a polite smile. “Yes, thank you” he said, before taking
the food from her. As she bowed her head a bit and left, Fenris set to eating.
After he'd eaten, he'd decided on a nap. Maybe we he awoke, Hawke would have
returned, but after 2 more hours had passed, there was still no sign of his
lover. Where could the man have gone? Fenris was beginning to worry. What if
something had happened? Or maybe his errand had included blood mages or
something of that sort?
Going for his sword, Fenris was about to head out, when the front door swung
open. Hawke stood there, a smile on his face. “Fenris, just the man I was
coming to get” Hawke said. Fenris raised his eyebrow. “You've... come to get
me?” Fenris asked, a curiosity behind his voice. Hawke nodded, pulling Fenris
to him. Fenris stumbled forward a bit, Hawke catching him around the waist.
Leaning down, Hawke kissed Fenris softly. “I'm sorry I was gone so long, but I
have a surprise for you” Hawke said quickly. Fenris raised an eyebrow, curious
as to just what his lover was up to.
When they reached the front of Fenris' mansion, Fenris gave Hawke an odd look.
“The mansion, Hawke? It's hardly a surprise” Fenris said, crossing his arms
over his chest, waiting for an answer. “Just open the door” Hawke insisted, a
smile upon his face. Fenris huffed indignantly, uncertain he wanted to know
exactly what Hawke was up to at this point. Doing as he was told, Fenris opened
the door. The first thing he noticed, was the missing corpses in the entrance
way. As he walked further in, he noticed the lack of mushrooms and how lit up
his foyer was. “Garrett, what is all of-” Fenris began.
Before he finished, there was suddenly a loud shout of “Surprise”, as their
companions jumped out of hiding. Fenris startled a bit, markings flairing.
“What is going on?” Fenris growled out a bit. Hawke gave him a sheepish grin.
“You said you couldn't remember your birthday, so I thought.. we'd just make
you one” Hawke admitted, turning away from Fenris with a blush.
Fenris felt himself settle at that, a soft smile coming to his lips. “You...
did this for me?” Fenris questioned. Hawke turned back to him, shrugging
slightly. Fenris moved forward, jumping into Hawke's arms. Kissing each other,
they heard Isabela cat call from across the room. “That's how you celebrate”
she said, with a laugh.
***** Surprise (Fenders) *****
Chapter Summary
     Anders has a surprise for Fenris!
Fenris x Anders
Proposal
“You look rather dashing tonight in a suit. I never see you in anything but
scrubs” Fenris teased, a smile upon his face, as Anders fidgeted with the
napkin for the 6th time that night. Fenris had taken notice, but seemed to be
trying to distract Anders from whatever bothered him. However, as Anders
reached up to loosen his tie a bit more, Fenris finally gave in.
“I know you wanted to go out for dinner, but if you're this nervous, I have to
wonder what you have to tell me. You're not dying are you?” Fenris asked,
concern seeping into his voice.
Anders quirked a brow. “Is that the first thing you thought of? Maker, no...
Sorry Fenris, I promise it's good news” Anders assured, reaching out to clasp
one of Fenris' hands.
“We've finished our food and are now sipping at wine. Any point through dinner
would have worked for conversation. So tell me” Fenris insisted.
Anders drew in a deep breathe, looking Fenris in the eyes. “You remember how
the hospital has been discussing a new Chief of surgery? It hasn't been
officially announced yet, but looks like I got the position” Anders said,
rather enthusiastically.
Fenris' eyes widened in surprise, a smile cutting across his face.
“Congratulations, you worked hard towards it... But this will become scandalous
you know. A resident dating the chief of surgery? What will people think?”
Fenris mused, a joking tone to his voice. Anders could read the clear concern
in those eyes however and he took that as his queue.
“That's another reason for this dinner, Fenris” Anders said, getting up from
his chair, as he let Fenris' had slide from his own. Anders knew this could
make or break them, especially since Fenris wasn't open to public displays of
affection.
Taking the small black velvet box out of his pocket, Anders knelt down beside
Fenris' chair. “Fenris, I don't care what others think. I want you and only
you, marry me?” Anders asked, a slight blush forming on his face as he opened
the box.
Fenris starred at him, mouth widen in... surprise? Anders hoped it was
surprise. Fenris however, didn't speak for a few moments and Anders felt his
heart thudding in his chest. Did he read this wrong? Did Fenris not want
marriage?
As his mind kept spinning, Anders almost hadn't noticed Fenris pulling him up.
“Yes, Anders... Yes, I will marry you” Fenris said, placing a gentle kiss upon
his lips. If Anders had though his heart was pounding then, nothing could
describe the feeling racing through him. 'Fenris said yes, he said yes' Anders
mind went into over drive.
Pulling back, Anders took Fenris' left hand in his own, slipping the ring on.
“I love you” Anders said softly.
“I love you, too” Fenris whispered back.
***** Drunken Fun (Dorian x Blackwall) *****
Chapter Summary
     Dorian and Blackwall have drinks together. ( Saw a picture on I
     believe Tumblr of Blackwall with Dorian.. Had to write smut to it..
     O.o' Because I find it such an odd pairing.)
The air was crisp, as it blew threw the barn. Sweat coated his forehead, as his
fingers gripped into the hay. That delicious mouth worked his cock, rough beard
scraping across his thighs. Dorian wasn't sure how they'd ended up here. One
minute, they'd been sharing drinks in the tavern, the next he was pinned up
against the wall by strong arms.
Dorian whimpered, as Blackwall's tongue swirled around his length. Arching up,
he panted and withered. “Fasta vass” he hissed out, reaching out to wrap
fingers into dark locks. Tugging roughly, desperate pleas fell from his lips.
Blackwall hummed around his length, before letting it slip out of his mouth.
“So much for a Tevinter magister, the way you submit to me, begging me to let
you cum” Blackwall growled out, voice laced with arousal. Dorian panted,
attempting to regain himself. “Don't tease. I'm beginning to regret this
already” Dorian whined, bucking his cock back up against Blackwall's lips.
Blackwall allowed his mouth to fall back open, letting Dorian fucked into his
mouth. Dorian gripped his hair tighter, holding him in place. “Filthy, you
are.. Take my cock, just like that” Dorian purred, moans falling from his
mouth. Blackwall gagged slightly, before adjusting to Dorian's control.
Dorian's eyes squeezed shut tightly, as his orgasm began to roar up on him.
Thrusting roughly and hearing Blackwall's muffled groans, Dorian spilled into
his mouth. Cum dribbled down Blackwall's chin, even as he attempt to swallow it
down.
Dorian let his slowly softening cock fall from Blackwall's mouth. “Well, that
was... something” Dorian commented.
“Something, indeed” Blackwall agreed, still very much painfully hard.
***** Memories (Non-Con Warning!) (FenHawke) *****
Chapter Summary
     Fenris has memories, after his first night with Hawke. ( Warning of
     non-con)
    Hot breath fanned across the back of the lithe warriors neck, slim hips
connecting with his backside in a steady rhythm. Soft whines and heavy panting
 fell from the elf's mouth, as white hair fell into emerald eyes. “Such a good
boy, my little wolf. You take me so well” Danarius purred. Fenris squeezed his
                    eyes shut, arms giving out beneath him.
                                        
 “Nngh” the weak sound escaped his throat. His hoarse cries had died out after
 the first few rounds, having left him barely able to make a sound. Danarius'
   hands caressed his hips, drawing him back harder, faster. Fenris keened,
wishing for it to end. A hand sneaked around to grab his cock. A tight squeeze
               had him shooting out across the bed. “That's it”.
                                        
     A sharp smack came down on his ass, causing his body to jolt forward.
         Exhausting began taking over his body. To much, all to much.
                                        
 Green eyes shot open wide, to a dark, cold room. At least he'd expected it to
be cold. Instead, a warmth pressed firmly against his side, an arm encasing his
waist. Anxiety welled up in him, until his eyes trailed to the body beside him.
                                        
   A scruffy beard and messy black locks met his eyes. Fenris drew in a deep
 breathe. He couldn't do this, he couldn't stay here. Yet, his heart pulled at
  the idea. He and Garrett had made love. It'd been absolutely wonderful and
    Fenris wanted more, but what if one day, these memories over took him?
                                        
 It wasn't a fear of what Garrett would do to him, but what Fenris would do in
 turn. What if he accidentally lashed out at some point? He couldn't risk it.
  Pulling himself out of Garrett's grasp, Fenris found pieces of his armour.
 Putting it on, a red strip caught his eye. A memento, he told himself, as he
tied it around his wrist. As Garrett stirred behind him, he braced himself for
      the conversation to come, as he began to pace in front of the fire.
                                        
***** Kiss Me (Kanders) *****
Chapter Summary
     Stolen moment between Karl and Anders
“Kiss me”. It was a command, rolling off his tongue, before his thoughts could
catch up with his mouth.
All eyes in the class turned to the freckled blonde, attention diverted from
Senior Enchanter Thekla. The lesson on healing magic forgotten, at Anders
random sighed out burst.
He gave a sheepish grin. “You know, I was wondering how to get everyone's
attention. Glad it worked. Like magic” Anders spoke confidently, a foolish grin
plastered upon his face. A gentle blush covered his cheeks despite himself.
Someone gave an annoyed sigh, before the students turned back to Karl. A
knowing look crossed the older man's face, even as he continued giving a
lecture to the class.
The apprentices were dismissed soon after, Anders quickly grabbing his notes.
“Anders, I'd like you to stay a moment, please?” Karl addressed him from the
front of the class. Giggling escaped a few of the students, most of them
assuming he was in trouble.
When the class was cleared out, Karl moved towards the door, shutting it and
turning the lock. Before Karl had time to speak, Anders was on him , pushing
Karl back against the door. Lips connected in a desperate kiss, gasps and sighs
leaving their mouth. Karl's hands came up to clasp tightly upon Anders
shoulders.
An enthusiastic whimper left Anders, as he rocked his hips forward. Karl's
hands trailed down to Anders lower back, pulling him tight against him. The
blonde's cock taking interest, as it slowly began to harden under his robes.
Anders reluctantly pulled back, both men panting to catch their breathe.
“Maker, I'll never tire of this” Anders murmured against his lips. Grinding
down, a moan escaped them both. Desperate as they were though, it couldn't go
further then stolen kisses. Not here anyhow.
Karl's hands came back up to Anders' shoulders. “We can't do this here, Anders.
Meet me in the library after” Karl told him. Anders nodded his head in a silent
agreement. They both knew the rules. A lot of harm could come to both of them,
if it was ever found out.
Words sat on the tip of Anders tongue. He wanted to say them, to let them
spill. Words that were forbidden between two mages. Anders swallowed them back,
like thick acid upon his tongue. Letting Karl move away from the door, Anders
unlocked and opened it. “After then” he said, before disappearing down the
hall.
***** Take My Jacket (FenHawke) *****
Chapter Summary
     Fenris doesn't have a winter coat, Hawke shares his.
Take My Jacket
Snow fell in large flakes, as the pair trekked through the woods. Some villager
needed a specific herb to treat an ailment. With the promise of pay, Hawke
accepted. After all, their cabin didn't pay for itself.
They'd fled Kirkwall with the bare essentials, which would explain the
shivering elf beside him. Hawke knew Ferelden winters grew cold, but Fenris had
refused anything more then a pair of boots upon his feet. Even that had taken
some convincing.
The elf had protested, until Hawke had dragged him off to bed, reminding him
thoroughly of why it would be horrible if the elf caught cold or worse, got
frostbite. “Fenris, are you cold?” Hawke asked, concern filling his voice.
Fenris shot him a glare, even as his teeth clattered.
“I am not cold” Fenris hissed out, wrapping his arms tighter around himself.
His cheeks were bright red, breathe coming out in puffs of air. Hawke chuckled
at that. Fenris could certainly be stubborn sometimes. Removing his jacket, he
stopped for a moment.
Fenris pulled up short, turning back to look at Hawke. “Is something wrong?”
Fenris asked. Hawke shook his head, before holding out his jacket towards
Fenris. “Take it. It'll keep you warm” Hawke insisted. Fenris starred at it for
a moment, as though it had somehow offended him personally.
“Won't you be cold?” Fenris questioned, dropping the large fur jacket around
himself. Fenris was dwarfed by the hood. It took everything in Hawke not to
sweep him up and snuggle him. It was adorable. Instead, Hawke settled for
planting a soft kiss upon the elf's lips.
“ Of course not, I'm Fereldan”.
***** A Kiss Instead of a Copper (Fenders) *****
Chapter Summary
     Anders has no more money to play Wicked Grace, Isabela offers up a
     suggestion.
Heated glances had been shot across the table all night. Honeyed eyes trailing
across dark skin. It was torturous to hide the desire brewing just under the
surface.
As another hand was lost, Anders threw down his cards. “Well, I believe I'm out
of coppers” Anders sighed. Taking a sip from his tankard, Fenris smirked.
Isabela looked questionably at him, considering something. Anders wasn't sure
he wanted to know what.
“Giving up so soon, mage?' Fenris taunted, his tone almost playful. Nobody see
seemed to catch on however, which Anders was grateful for. Their relationship
was still new and something of a secret. It was also the way both of them
wished to keep it, for the moment.
“How else will I pay for my losses?” Anders questioned, quirking an eyebrow in
curiosity. The group at the table seemed to contemplate it. Varric raising a
finger a moment, before shaking his head. Of course, they would probably come
up with something completely silly. Anders knew he wouldn't be getting away
from his friends just yet.
“The chantry could use-” Sebastian began, but was cut off by Anders loud
protest of a shouted no. Sebastian instantly shut up, even if a glare was upon
his face. Anders would do what his friends asked of course, but the chantry and
templars was where he drew a line.
Isabela smirked suddenly, a mischievous look in her eyes. “You lose, you kiss
the winner” Isabela suggested. Anders couldn't see fault in this. After all,
worst scenario, he scandalized the choir boy.
“You're on!”.
~~~~~~~~~
Anders had been expecting to lose to Isabela. The rogue was the one to make the
suggestion. She was also the master of cheating and winning quiet a bit. That
and she always seem to feel the need to touch him, which Anders didn't
particularly dislike, but he wasn't into the idea of catching.. things.
When Fenris had been the one to win, surprise had definitely taken him. Not
because the elf was horrible at Wicked Grace. On the contrary, he won often.
The fact of the matter was, in the face of friends, they were suppose to be
enemies, to hate each other. It was the normal. This would break the balance
they tried to build.
The group looked at him expectantly, Fenris looking far to smug on it. “Well,
Blondie. Time to pay up. I'm sure Broody's just dying to kiss you” Varric
teased. Anders looked over to Fenris, who simply shrugged his shoulders.
Nodding more to himself then anything, Anders stood from his chair.
Anders approached Fenris, forcibly keeping the smile from his face. Anders let
out a squeak, as he was pulled into Fenris' lap. Arms wrapped around his waist,
Fenris gave him a soft smile.
“Well?” Fenris asked. Anders took a deep breathe, before leaning down towards
the elf, eyes closing. Fenris met him half way, their lips locking together in
a slow, gentle kiss. It was searching, questioning. Anders needed to be sure
this was alright, that it wouldn't upset Fenris.
When Fenris sank into him, relaxing in his hold, Anders brought his hand to
tangle in white locks. A moan escaped the blonde, as Fenris' demanding tongue
pushed into his mouth. He taste of the ale he'd been drinking, along with a
flavour that was all Fenris' own.
Desire rose up within him, like an electric current shooting through him.
Without thinking about it, Anders rocked his hips forward, desperate for more.
Teeth clanked against each other, gasps and groans leaving the two, their group
forgotten.
Anders ground his hips down, feeling the hard press of Fenris' length.
Whimpering softly, they almost didn't hear a throat clearing. Jumping back from
each other, a blush covered Anders freckled face. Dipping his head forward
against Fenris' shoulder, Anders tried to hide.
“That was definitely hot. You boys sure know how to spoil me” Isabela purred
out, before bursting out cackling. Marian snickered beside her, even as her
eyes sparkled with interest. Sebastian's quite prayer to the maker could be
heard, even as the rest of them began to laugh as well.
“It'll make good material for your friend fiction” Varric added.
***** Prove it to Me (Fenris x Fem!Hawke) *****
Chapter Summary
     Hawke returns after helping the Inquisition.
 His mouth, a comforting warmth, as his lips press against my own. Heat and
desire coil between us, a fire stoked from the desperation of my return. It was
in these moments, when I'm safe within his arms, that I remember why I love
him.
 
"Hawke" he murmurs sweetly, as he draws back. His arms still incase me, holding
me aa though I may disappear. He squeezes me a tad bit harder, as though
ensuring himself I'm really here. "Varric's letters.... I thought". His voice
trailed off, a sound resembling a sob escaping from him. 
 
He buries his face within my hair, steeling himself, before his eyes meet mine.
Unshed tears fill them, even if I know he'll never let them fall. "I'm here,
Fenris. I'm not going anywhere" I say, as I gently move white locks from his
face. I try to reassure him, even as his past words ring throughout my
mind. Nothing could be worse than the thought of living without you.
 
His next words caught me off guard, as he slowly lead us towards our shared
bed. "Then prove it to me" he whispers, before recapturing my lips. As my legs
hit the edge of the bed, I surrender myself to his whims. I love you, I think,
as my eyes close to the pleasure. 
 
Never leave me.
***** Comfort (Hawke x Anders) *****
Chapter Summary
     After All That Remains quest
     (Can be read as M!Hawke or Fem!Hawke)
His body wrapped around mine, the warmth of his chest pressed against my back.
His scent surrounded me, something that brought comfort to me, where there
should be none.
Turning within his embrace, I brushed golden locks from his face. His nose
scrunches up and a sleepy grumbling sounds from him. A smile graces my face,
for the first time in hours. I still feel numb but he makes the world continue,
just when I wish it to stop.
"I love you, don't ever leave me" I whisper, placing a kiss upon his forehead.
Amber eyes flutter open, a look of confusion that I secretly deem adorable.
"Hawke?" he rumbles tiredly, as he attempts to focus on me. "Are you okay?" he
questions, concern marring his beautiful face. A million answers cross my mind.
'She's gone. I couldn't save her'. I push them aside, not wishing to worry him.
Maker knows he needs his sleep.
"I'm fine because you're here" I decide, as I run a hand upon his cheek.
Even though I know he wants to ask more, I'm glad when he doesn't. He smiles
softly, pulling me closer against him. His lips gently meet mine, loving and
everything I need in this moment to stay sane.
"I love you, I won't leave" he tells me. For now, I let myself believe, but I
know he too, will eventually leave my side. They all do, for one reason or
another. Just for tonight, I'll let myself think I can save him too. I'll allow
myself to hold him that much closer.
"Thank you, Anders".
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