“Remind me, what was it that I said?" A pairing of your choice! :)
Thank you, darling!! Modern Solavellan AU Email for @dadrunkwriting
To: FenFrom: Inhaelen LavellanDate: Thursday, December 31 at 10:01 PMRE: Apology
I am genuinely sorry about our argument, I had obviously had too much to drink. I don’t remember what I said, but I do know you’re angry with me because you think my doubts about our relationship are about you—which is understandable and I don’t blame you. But please know that this is not the case. You deserve to know why this will end. And it will end, eventually. Even the best relationships do when one party is a certain kind of weak. By “one party”, of course, I mean me.I am my own kind of heartache. I hold myself together in bed, rocking back and forth while I hum myself to sleep. I prefer to be alone, to sit high up in open windows, and I am never more than a few steps from the nearest exit. My unrelenting sadness will make you crazy, because there's nothing to fix—and you will drive me away with your long silences.
Really, I am truly sorry. I just didn’t want you to give up on me yet.—Nae
One line prompt list, "we are getting too old for this." Pairing of your choice!
Mobile submission for @dadrunkwriting! I’ll fix the formatting later on the desktop.
Find the prompt list here!
9:49 Dragon
Fenris breathed heavily, leaning against the trunk of the closest tree and clutching a stitch in his side, allowing his greatsword to slip from his grasp and clatter to the ground. His moss-colored gaze was trained carefully on Hawke, watching as she limped from one dead bandit to the next, her hands still sparking nervously with storm magic.
He frowned, and straightened up a little. Ever since she had shattered her hip long ago in a fight with some Tal-Vashoth, she always walked with a slight limp, her steps always slightly uneven. And it was true that at this point, Hawke was no longer as young as she once was.
Still, this did not seem usual.
Now that his breathing was beginning to return to normal, Fenris pushed himself away from the tree and went to her side.
“What’s wrong?” he demanded as he approached.
She looked up at him, her expression one of confusion. “What do you mean?”
“You’re limping.”
“I’m fine. It’s just my hip.”
He shook his head. “I’ve been at your side for nearly twenty years, Hawke. Four of which we were fugitives together. I know when it’s your hip, and when it’s an injury.”
Sylvia glared at him. Actually glared. And Varric insisted that he was the broody one.
Fenris shook his head once more and looked at her, expression softening, shifting from annoyance to concern. “Please, Sylvia.” He called her by her first name to try to get her to understand his sincerity.
She let out a long sigh, before turning slightly to show him the gash that ran the length of her calf. “And since we weren’t expecting to be gone so long, or run into trouble on the road, I don’t have any health potions with me.”
“Then we’ll just have to take care of this without magic,” he said, and finally stepped up beside her, slipping one of her arms around his shoulders so that he could help support her weight.
She leaned against him, clinging tightly to him as he straightened a little and stayed helping her down the path.
“You know, I believe we’re getting too old for this,” Fenris commented.
Sylvia let out something that sounded like the disgruntled snort of a mabari hound. “Forty-two is not old!”
Fenris chuckled and pointed out, “Well, you’re not exactly reliving your days as the Champion of Kirkwall.”
“I can’t believe you’re calling your wife old…”
“She is, however, still as beautiful as the day I met her.”
Snow being shoved down the back of your coat, Hawke/Varric!
OMG I LOVE YOU my hawke/varric feels hit me like atrain and it’s been hell ever since
Just a little fluff with some gratuitous cursing. @dadrunkwriting
His first reaction was to reach for a crossbow thatwasn’t there. His second was to let loose an impressive stream ofobscenities in the general direction of Hawke, who had already half-disappearedbehind a snowbank, anticipating retaliation.
The feeling of snow shoved against the bare skin ofhis back was agonising, deeply wrong and uncomfortable in a way few such simplethings could be. The snow continued to shift and drip no matter how heshook his clothes, and to his previous tirade he added one last “shit,Hawke” before he gathered his senses and knelt surreptitiously toformulate his counterattack.
“Can’t turn my back on you for a damned second,can I?” he continued.
“Shame on you, Varric,” she repliedpleasantly, now utterly obscured by the mound of snow she’d chosen as hercover. "I thought you never turnedyour back on anyone.“
There was a veritable fuckton of snow–he hadn’t quiterealized it until now, for Marian Hawke was not an easy person to lose–and bythe look of the sky, more was yet to fall.
“Anyone ever managed to pull that trick onyou?” he asked her casually. Inbattle at least, Hawke had few weaknesses, but impatience was certainly one.
“I’d have to turn my back first,” Hawkeretorted.
“Uncomfortable as fuck,” Varric continuedconversationally, still squatting just a little. Sure enough he saw the telltale top of herhead appear above the snow, black against bright white like ink against paper.
“Come now, Varric, I didn’t mean anythingby–ah!”
His snowball hit her right in the face–the soft,powdery stuff that flaked and spiraled everywhere when it made impact, and assoon as Varric had begun to laugh, like a reflex, Hawke had hit him back, forin battle she had few weaknesses.
Varric dove for cover (much easier to find for astealthy dwarf than for a lanky human), and they lobbed snow at each other invarying formations for the better part of an hour, intermittently screamingswears and doubling over with laughter.
When Hawke launched a particularly brutalassault–somehow managed to throw snowball after snowball without stopping, andVarric suspected magical interference, but was laughing too hard to call herout on it–he choked out his concession. “Fine, FINE, you win, Hawke, have mercy!”
She appeared above him, glowing triumphant, pinkcheeks and swirling aura of newly fallen snow, and offered him her hand. "The valiant Champion grants her foe’shumble plea for mercy.“
"Yeah, yeah,” Varric took her hand, thoughhe didn’t really rely on it to stand. “I’ll be sure to work that part into the novelization of your evildeeds.”
“That’s all I ask.” The snow was starting to fall again. Hawke let go of his hand as they headedindoors, and slung her arm over his shoulders instead. "It’s sort of a pretty storm, don’t youthink?“
"Sure, if you like a blast of icy wind to theface,” Varric replied. "And afucking handful of snow down your shirt.“
"Who says I don’t?”
“So no one ever managed to catch the greatChampion off her guard in a snowstorm?”
“Guess I’m always just one step ah–aaaah!”
With the masterful sleight of hand his chosen fightingstyle afforded him, Varric deposited a handful of snow down the back of Hawke’stunic and skillfully slipped out of her reach, just as she’d begun to yell“You son of a bitch!”
In a blissful sigh as you fall asleep. <3 Any pairing!
Thank you for the ask! <3For @dadrunkwriting
Nightmares
She woke up with a start, heart hammering in her chest, the blood roaring in her ears. Even now she could hear the sounds of war, the violent clamor of battle; she could almost smell the blood and ash in the air.
Everybody, quick! To the gates!
Maker, help us! The village is on fire!
Red templars! Be wary!
“Love?” Cullen’s concerned voice broke through her reverie. She swung her head in the direction of his voice, her eyes wide and panic-stricken.
He sat up, pulling her gently towards him, and she let him, stiffening only the slightest as he wrapped his arms around her. “Shhh, love,” he soothed. “It’s okay. You’re safe. The war is over, you defeated Corypheus, remember?”
She remembered now, standing on ruins of a once-sacred temple that hung in mid-air, of power that had nearly been the death of her. But she’d lived. They al had. And…
And she was with Cullen now. Her love.
Her husband.
She looked around, trying to place the unfamiliar room. “Where are we?” she asked blearily, half-asleep.
“We’re visiting my sister, Mia. This is her house,” he reminded her patiently. He was so patient, her love. He’d stood by her side even as she’d been caught between Ferelden and Orlais, as one of her closest friends had turned foe, as she’d lost her arm. No matter what had befallen her, he’d stayed by her side, and - miraculously - had loved her more with each day.
She smiled. Of course. She loved Mia and Bran as though they were her own siblings, knew they loved her in turn.
Cullen pressed a gentle kiss atop her head. “You okay?”
“I am, now.”
“Want to go back to sleep?”
“Only if you hold me.”
“Of course.” She could feel his lips quirk into a smile, and lightly swatted his shoulder.
“Stop making fun of me!”
“I didn’t say anything!” he protested.
“You were thinking it. I know, I could hear it.”
His chucked rumbled through her, warming her chest. If there was anything that was completely successful in banishing her nightmares, it was the sound of his laughter.
“Come,” he pulled her back down onto the mattress, curling himself around her body. “Get some sleep, love.”
She closed her eyes, sighing contently as she felt his warmth surround her. This is bliss, she thought. “Mmmm… I love you, Cullen.”
His voice was thick with sleep. “And I you, dearling.”
14. “Have you ever thought about… like… us?” Any pairing! =)
For @dadrunkwriting. Going for a modern AU type of thing for this one. And I’m sorry it ended up being so short!
54 Writing Prompts here!
Katherine bit her lower lip as she worked alongside Anders in feeding his many cats. The eldest Hawke had been volunteering at his feline rescue for quite some time. A little over a year, in fact. But within that year, she had developed an attachment to Anders.
Naturally, however, she had yet to say a thing about it.
As she closed the door of one of the kennels, she glanced at Anders. She had to smile as she watched him lovingly scratch the ears of his favorite orange tabby before he finally placed a bowl of food into the kennel. He then moved on to the next one, clicking his tongue a little as he opened the door, coaxing the gray kittens within towards the food bowl he was offering them.
Still smiling, Katherine looked away to turn her focus on the Persian in front of her.
“So, Anders…”
“Yeah?”
She licked her lips. “Have you ever thought about…like…us?”
A long pause stretched between them, long enough where Katherine was beginning to regret saying anything.
“…How do you mean?” he finally asked slowly.
The redhead shrugged, now intently focusing on the Persian in order to avoid looking in Anders’ direction. “Y’know. Us. Like…I don’t know. You’re single, I’m single…”
“Hawke,” he started, but then paused. “Kat,” he amended, “are you trying to say you wanna go out with me?”
“I don’t know. Maybe.”
Anders snorted a little, at least sounding amused. “How about we go for coffee on Friday, then. After you get out of class.”
She laughed once, and finally looked at him, offering him a shy smile. “Sounds like a date.”
Being so close that you can feel your lips brush when you whisper, any pairing of your choice!
I’m suddenly deep in FenHawke hell again, and this prompt also speaks to my soUL I’M READY TO SUFFER @dadrunkwriting
Marian Hawke had always loved to touch people. This was a well-documented fact. Even amongst her own family she was uncommonly touchy. Carver preferred to keep his distance usually, and Mother and Bethany only got touchy when emotions ran high. She’d been told her father had been much the same, but had little memory of him to go by.
Her newfound companions ranged from enjoying and reciprocating her natural friendliness to barely tolerating it, with the notable exception of the freed Tevinter elf with the curious lyrium markings that seemed to extend along every line of his form. Around Fenris there hung an unmistakeable aura, as though emanating from the lyrium itself: do not touch.
They spent long evenings talking, instead. When he told her more of his tragic story, she understood more of what intuition had whispered to her in the beginning. She very nearly slipped up a handful of times--outstretched hand in comfort, or in that simple longing to feel that had always compelled her, but she’d caught it in time, and he’d made no mention of it.
She flirted shamelessly with him, and he didn’t exactly discourage her. Sometimes flirted back, even, but most often seemed almost surprised. Then one night he was drinking from this bottle of his former master’s wine, abruptly shattered it against the wall, and retrieved another from the cellar for them to share. They passed the bottle back and forth in front of a roaring fire, spoke of their various malcontentments, from the small to the grandiose, and at some point their eyes met, illuminated by the flames from the fireplace, and they couldn’t quite manage to look away.
‘You...were saying?” Fenris attempted.
“I?” Hawke wondered hazily. “Oh, no. Surely it was you.”
The corners of Fenris’s lips quirked upward in a near-imperceptible little smile, and Hawke very nearly launched herself at him with full force. As it was, they moved in perfect synchronization towards one another, but stopped just short, gasping for air, less than a finger’s width between them at any given point, so close she could feel the warmth of his breath against her own lips, but not quite touching.
“Terribly sorry,” Hawke murmured airily. “It seems I’ve misplaced myself in your personal space.”
Fenris began, with agonizing slowness, to close the minuscule distance between them. “Command me to go, and I shall,” he whispered, and she just barely felt the faintest brush of his lips against hers, the faintest pressure of his fingertips on her waist.
“Funny,” she breathed. “I was going to say the same thing.”
TMI Tuesday! 😁 If I could buy as many sex toys as I wanted, I would probably buy some of the crystal/gem ones. Have you seen those?! I know it sounds goofy, but a rose quartz penis just makes me happy and I want it one my life. 😂
like the glass ones only crystal?
I would suck so much cock/clit for an amethyst one, ngl that is my aesthetic right there
1. Coffee or tea? Bothhh but coffee more6. Pepsi or Coke? Catch me in the grave with my Cherry Coke8. Early bird or night owl? Both? lol26. Dancing or singing? Singing
