#dadw

[artswordfolio]

anyone else battling demons about the latest scraps bioware has given us?

[laerugo]

bioware’s like did you know… countries exist in thedas that are NOT ferelden and orlais? and characters exist that are NOT solas? and we all clap because we’re glad bioware has not forgotten either

[fereldanbroth]

this wil be the first time I get to actually experience a dragon age game reveal & release, so excited

[grandpasauce]

i dont Choose where the inspiration takes me ok if my muse feels like solas needs to get choked ill get it done

[bumblewarden]

i think the funniest possible dreadwolf player origin would be ser jory's half-orphaned child

[spicywarl0ck]

Hey. Happy Friday.

“Its okay, I couldn’t sleep anyway.” looks like fun. And as I seem to be on a FenHawke kick recently and your list states you're also a FenHawke fan I think I have to go for them.

Happy Friday, and thank you for the ask! I know it's been a while! I'm still trying to work my way out of writing block and light burn out. But I had so much fun writing one of my favourite ships <3 @dadrunkwriting Before reading this: Mention of loss (Dragon Age 2 canon story line) Pairing: Fenris/male Hawke Length: 782 Rating: T

Fenris couldn’t sleep that night.

His body had been tossing and turning for hours, crumpling his bedsheets underneath his feet as they started to wrap around his legs. The flames had long given way to the dimly burning ambers, leaving the fireplace cold and abandoned as a whisk of chilly air touched his exposed shoulders.

He sat up in bed, his white hair a wild mess as his green eyes stared motionlessly at the wall.

Hawke wouldn’t go out of his head. The image of the man, bent over the lifeless body of his mother had burned itself into his mind. 

He had seen Hawke being vulnerable often. There had been the incident at the Deep Roads with his brother, the guilt written all over his face when he pushed Carver into becoming a Grey Warden to prevent his death.

Yet, they all knew they had only postponed the problem, and that Carver’s cure might also be the one thing killing him one day.

And then there had been Bethany. Hawke rarely talked about her, but Aveline mentioned the gruesome death of his sister and how Hawke blamed himself ever since. It had happened before they even entered Kirkwall, which had been years ago by now but even Fenris could see that the weight and guilt were still heavy on Hawke’s shoulders.

A sight escaped his lips when he finally freed himself from the sheets as he sat up.

There was no use attempting to sleep, and he secretly knew what to do but Fenris also hesitated. He and Hawke weren’t exactly on good terms at the moment. Sure, they tried not to let that one night come between them, but Fenris couldn’t help but to feel guilty whenever their gazes met.

It had been him leaving Hawke behind that night and things between them had never been the same since then.

But he couldn’t let that stand between them. Not tonight. Not while Hawke sat in this big estate, alone because everyone from his family was either dead or gone. How could he allow himself to leave Hawke alone in that? He who had lost so much himself and who knew he destroyed the slightest chance of happiness by walking out that one night?

Fenris got dressed in a matter of seconds, not bothering to fix his messy hair or to get his full armour on before he walked out. It wasn’t a long walk from his home to the Hawke’s estate, but he felt more nervous with each step.

Was it inappropriate to show up at Hawke’s doorstep in the middle of the night? Would Hawke even want to see him or would it only add more hurt?

His eyes focussed on the Amell crest as he paced in front of the wooden door, his heart pounding fast. This was ridiculous. He was stalling for no reason, his discomfort getting in the way while everything he truly wanted was to be with Hawke.

Yet, all of his thoughts halted when he knocked at the door.

It took ages until someone answered, or at least he felt that way as he waited in the dark of Hightowns streets, counting the minutes until he heard the sound of approaching footsteps, followed by the creak of the door and Hawke’s face.

He looked tired while every fibre of Fenris's body fought against the instinct to touch the man.

“Fenris?” Hawke looked startled, his hair equally messy as his while his body was clad in a burgundy tunic. “Is something the matter?” he added swiftly as concern replaced the confusion in his amber eyes.

Fenris snorted. Showing concern for others while being deeply hurt was such a Hawke thing to do.

“No. Nothing happened. I just…” The elf paused, searching for words as he partially lost his courage.“I’m sorry. I know it’s late. I shouldn’t have bothered you.” he added swiftly, chastising himself. What had he thought? That he of all people should comfort Hawke? He was probably the last person the mage wanted to see.

 “No. It’s alright. You’re not bothering me.” A smile crept up on Hawke’s face. “I couldn’t sleep anyway,” he added, the shadow’s under his eyes telling as much. “Do you want to come in? Have a glass of wine?”

“Yes.” As curt as the elf’s answer was, he noted the relief washing over Hawke’s face before he stepped aside to welcome him in.

There wasn’t much he could do for Hawke and he knew there was nothing he could say to make up for the man’s loss. But he could be there for him and listen, just offering his presence.

And maybe they would be fine eventually. 

[tobythewise]

for Zevistair this dadwc friday: “You’re snapping. Headache again?”

-inquisimer

Thank you so much for the prompt!! written for @dadrunkwriting <3 I accidentally took a lil bit of an angsty take but hopeful ending. I hope you enjoy!

Content: Timeline wise this is set after origins but before inquisition at the Keep, established relationship, Inquistion Calling, Angst with a hopeful ending

Zevran’s steps are silent as he moves across the rampart. These walls have recently been redone, making it harder for him to properly sneak in, but walls have never stopped him before. 

There are guards on the walls, walking their routines. He’ll need to tell the Warden Commander to talk to everyone about making their routes too predictable. If someone wanted to scale a sneak attack, these routines would make it far too easy. 

Ducking into the shelter of darkness, Zevran pulls out his lockpick, getting to work on opening the door into one of the outer towers. Lock picking might not be his strong suit but in the time since the archdemon’s death, he’s been practicing! No more snarky comments about his insufficient skills. 

The lock clicks and he smiles to himself. He’s careful with the door, not wanting it to squeak as he pushes inside. 

Heading down the stairs, he makes his way into the main part of the keep. He keeps his head on a swivel, his ears to the floor to hear any footsteps. He wants to surprise his beloved warden and refuses to get caught before he can get to him. 

Footsteps prickle his ears and Zevran quickens his steps. It’s only a few more hallways before he finds the door he’s looking for. He slips inside without a sound.

Zevran is expecting the room to be empty. Usually, Alistair is either doing patrols or is with the Warden Commander. It would appear that tonight, he’s already in bed. That’s odd. Really odd. 

His armor comes off silently and he hands it in Alistair’s closet. Then his weapons come off next. He stripes himself until he’s comfortable in his underclothes before moving over to the bed. 

Alistair’s hair sticks out from the top of his sheets. Zevran’s chest clenches with affection at the sight. He’s missed his warden. The last mission lasted far too long for his comfort but on the bright side, the latest string of assassination attempts have been taken care of. They’re off his trail. For now. 

As much as Zevran wants to let Alistair sleep, the bigger part of him wants to get into bed with him and he can’t do that until he’s properly awake. He runs his fingers through Alistair’s blond hair. It’s gotten longer since the last time he was here. 

“Mi amor? Alistair?”

Alistair murmurs in his sleep. It takes a moment before he’s grumbling and opening his eyes. “Fuck off, Tristian.”

Zevran chuckles warmly. “Not our lovely Warden Commander I’m afraid.”

“What?” Alistair looks up, his eyes finally focusing on Zevran. “Zev?”

He’s so adorable like this, all confused and rumpled from sleep. He does his best not to think about how easy of a target a sleepy Alistair could be. He really needs to have a talk with him about making his room harder to break into. That can wait until the morning though. 

“Yes, it’s me. I’ve missed you.”

Alistair sits up, rubbing at his eyes. “I’ve missed you too. What are you doing here?”

“I’ve come to see you, of course.”

“Right. Yeah, that makes sense.” Alistair nods his head. His eyes are puffy with dark circles under them. Zevran frowns. “By the Maker, what time is it? Do I need to get up?”

“No, no. Stay in bed. I was hoping to actually join you. If you’re agreeable that is.”

“Yeah, that’s fine,” Alistair says with a deep sigh. He shifts himself lower, pulling the covers over his face. 

Zevran suddenly feels unwelcome in Alistair’s space. This is a first for them. He debates whether he should take Alistair’s words or pack his things and leave in order to give him some space. 

The answer is given to him in the from of a hand reaching out of the blankets and wrapping around his wrist. 

“I’m sorry,” Alistair eventually says, “I’ve been getting these headaches,” he explains, his voice trailing off. 

“Oh,” Zevran breathes out. He lets Alistair pull him into bed with him, snuggling against his side, laying a gentle hand against the center of Alistair’s broad chest. “Is it - “ the question is left unspoken. Zevran can’t get himself to say it outloud, like that somehow will make it real. If he doesn’t say ‘The Calling’ then it can’t be that. 

“I don’t know,” Alistair eventually says. “Tristian thinks it’s something else. He’s actually thinking about sending me away to research a few things and speak with other wardens. Apparently, I’m not the only one hearing -” Alistair stops himself. He rubs at his eyes again. “I mean, having headaches.”

“Wherever you go, I will follow.”

Alistair finally opens his eyes. He gives Zevran the tiniest smile. “Thank you. I’m sorry I wasn’t more animated when I realized you were here. I’m really glad that you’re back.”

“I am glad as well. Perfect timing to join you on another grand adventure. Hopefully this time we won’t have to face an archdemon.”

Alistair manages a little chuckle. “Nothing brings people together quite like a blight.”

Zevran leans over, kissing Alistair’s cheek. Then he kisses his forehead, wishing he was a healer so his kiss would take some of his lovely warden’s pain away. Instead, all he can do is stay at Alistair’s side and help him on this mission. 

In the morning, Zevran will see Tristain and see what’s going on. He wants all the information he can get to help him track down what’s happening. There must be a reason more than one warden is hearing The Calling at the same time. 

If all else fails, he refuses to leave Alistair’s side. Long ago he’s come to realize he will see this through to the bitter end. Alistair may not be the first person he’s loved, but he will be the last. He won’t allow Alistair to experience any of this alone. 

Zevran moves so he’s sitting with his back against the headboard. “Put your head in my lap, my love. I’ll rub your head until you fall asleep.”

Alistair lets out a deep sigh, tucking himself against Zevran. “Thank you,” he whispers, “I love you.”

“And I, you. Get some rest. We’ll plan for this grand adventure in the morning.”

[frogmanash]

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