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Fenhawke, first time they hold hands? Also hope you’re having a lovely holiday! ^>^

They were drunk.

It was an important distinction. Fenris was still, afteralmost two years, easing himself into the idea that he could trust these peopleenough to allow for inebriation around them. Similarly Hawke – gruff, rigid,capable Hawke – had also begun to loosen up and have more than one drink onnights with his friends, and thus the stars aligned and conspired and tradednotes and arranged it so that the two of them happened to be drunk on the sameexact night.

Drunk or no, Hawke had always insisted on walking hisfriends home after a night at the Hanged Man, though maybe in this care it wasmore accurate to say that it was the still-sober Aveline who was doing theescorting tonight. They had just dropped Merrill off, and they were en route toDarktown. Fenris was feeling warm and safe and content among his rowdycompanions when Hawke slipped his big, rough hand into his own.

“Look – tha – that’s where we met!” Hawke said, and gaveFenris the kind of broad, open smile that he would never wear sober. With hisfree hand, he pointed to the spot. There was still a bloodstain on thecobblestones. His occupied hand squeezed Fenris’s.

Fenris was not a man giving to blushing. He had suffered fartoo many indignities and humiliations in his life for such nonsense. But hisface felt as if it were aflame right then. Hawke, he reasoned, must have doneit on accident.

But Hawke didn’t drop his hand, even as they passed thefamed spot of their meeting, and Fenris did not draw away, and, aside from afrowning glance from Anders, there was no recognition or questioning of the oddbehavior.

Fenris, experimentally, squeezed his hand back. Hawke gavehim another of those bright, boyish smiles.

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Love you and your writing hope you’re having a relaxing end of the year! Prompt of maybe the first time Fenris ugly laughed at something unexpectedly or not? With the group or even before. Hope even if you don’t write it reading the prompt goves you funny thoughts!

Hello friend! Sorry for the long wait. Hope this is ok!

Warnings for slavery mention and some bleak headcanons about Fenris’s state of mind before freedom was a concept that began to occur to him.

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Fenris…struggled…after Danarius left him.

For days, the fact throbbed, raw. Unreal. Empty. The elfcalled Fenris knew nothing but his master. His every motivation, his every memory,involved the man. His entire purpose in life revolved around seeing the mansafe and happy. And Danarius had left him behind.

What was left for a tool who had lost its purpose?

His master had escaped. His master was safe. Fenris wasrelieved, grateful, as he should be. Those were the proper emotions. Notconfusion, or anger. Not lost or hopeless or…

He had run after the ship for as long as he could, bare feetsliced open by sharp edges of shells in the surf, salty water kicked up intohis eyes. Danarius had just watched him. He hadn’t called for the boat to beturned back. His own safety was his only concern - as it should be, his training told him. A man as important and powerful ashis master could not risk his own safety for that of a slave. Danariuswas rowed away on a little boat that would take him to a larger one, progressspurred on by winds of magic, as the enemy pressed them on all sides, andFenris, who should have prepared to die fighting to cover his master’s retreat,instead followed as long as he could, lost, abandoned, like a stray dog.

It was insuch a state the Fog Warriors found him.

Fenris hadnot known they were near. The Qunari forces who stalked his master’s steps weresoon to be on him, and all he cared for was the tiny speck of his master’s boaton the horizon, the empty confusion of being alone and without direction forthe first time in memory, and when they emerged from the fog cautious but nothostile, he went with them. Numb and forgotten and lost, he followed them intothe forest.

Theiraccents were strange. Their lands had been under siege for so long that theyspoke a mixture of Tevene and Trade and Qunlat, all dipping into whatever itwas that had been their tongue before, and Fenris, who had an ear for language,could barely understand them, and had no will to.

They dressedhis wounds. They fed him. Gave him shelter.

For days hesat, unresponsive and numb. He was unaware of how he should exist in a worldwithout his master.

The FogWarriors were strange to him, so far removed from the rigidity of Tevinter.Their open affection with one another, their loud voices, their song, theirsquabbles.

Oneafternoon, he came across two youths dividing spoils from a raid on a Tevintercamp. He watched as one donned a woman’s hat, backwards, and drew his shouldersback, and began to prance and preen in some peacock-like affectation of lordlyarrogance. His friend drew forth a scarf, and wrapped it around himself like askirt, and tried to outdo his fellow.

Once Fenrisbegan to laugh, it was almost impossible to stop.

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Fenhawke I love the fenris headcanon of him just loving sleeping in and enjoying the peace of being ABLE to sleep. So like late act 3 Fen becoming comfortable enough with the gang and himself and just falling asleep in a funny place like varrics room when theyre all drinking or something? Just sleepy relaxed Fenris lol Hope you have a good day whether yur in a writing mood or not I appreciate all your stories!

“He’s out,” Hawke said, with an expression on his face that would have looked almost humorously out of place even a year ago, hard, stern lines drawn into something soft and caring and content. His big hand was tender as it brushed back strands of snowy hair, and Fenris didn’t so much as stir.

That was a sight every bit as shocking as the tenderness displayed by their gruff, strict, serious Hawke. Fenris, who wore his prickly nature on the outside, hunted, haunted fugitive slave, now willingly vulnerable before them. 

“It’s been a long day for everyone,” Aveline allowed, which was true. They’d been out since before dawn to meet a contact out on the coast. Things had escalated. It had been nearly midnight when they had returned to the city and convened in Varric’s room to plan out their next steps - and that was hours ago. Fenris hadn’t been the only one to catch himself nodding off a few times, he had merely been the first to succumb. 

“This’ll be fun to explain - explain to him in the morning,” Varric said, a yawn breaking his words. Hawke shook his head. 

“No, I’ll get him home,” he said, his knuckles brushing the elf’s cheek. “Help me get him on my back.”

“I’m not that brave,” Varric said, and watched as Aveline and Merrill helped instead. Fenris woke just enough to mumble a sleepy protest as they helped him wind his arms around Hawke’s neck, and then he was burying his face against him, and he was out again. 

“I’ll walk Merrill home, Hawke,” Aveline promised, and he nodded, and mouthed thanks, and was out the door.

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For the assumptions thing! I follow both your blogs so theres some things I learned I assumed wrong but I’m still tossin em in here for fun! I ASSume.... Yur European Yur mid 20s Yur subdued around most and more exuberant around people you know well who you’ve formed bonds with Yur good in professional settings Yur family life is similar to Leo’s minus Carver U own dogs U love romance but aren’t open about the fact *in rl* U work in an office environment U don’t need glasses NONSENSE!

Ahaha you got the personality bits right though!  American in my early 30s but definitely more quiet around strangers and freer around people I trust. I’ve actually been working very hard on letting go a little. A lot of Leo’s life and personality is taken from me; I do have a Carver (classic middle child), but instead of a Bethany there’s another, even younger, brother. My parents re-homed my dog last year, and I miss her terribly. One day I will own a home and get a dog of my own. I’m very picky about romance, but I do love it when it hits the kind of tone I live for. I work in a bank, so that was very close, but I do need glasses!

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Id love to see you write a drabble of Fenris realizing for the first time he’s befriended someone in the gang! Anyone at all! Implied or even mentioned fenhawke is always welcome haha Your way of writing Fenris feels the most accurate of anything I read its so easy to immerse in your stories!

I hope this is ok, dear. Thank you so much for the sweet words!

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Hawke was his first friend.

Fenris knew it with a settled kind of certainty, though hecouldn’t quite manage to pinpoint when or how or why it had happened. He andHawke sort of just – fell in together. They made an unlikely pair, the fugitiveslave and the big-shouldered mage, and yet somehow it happened, so easily and sogradually that Fenris never stopped to question it.

Aveline, too, was a simple matter. They would never beclose, never share secrets and yearnings and dreams, but their respect wasmutual, trust earned.

Trust for Varric came with proof. Deeds that exceededflippant tales, small kindnesses that the dwarf thought unobserved. Friendshipcame after trust, with ale and cards and understanding.

Friendship with Isabela was as inevitable as the crashingwaves at sea. Forceful and bold, a force of nature, she found a place in hislife, eroding away barriers he hadn’t expected ever to budge.

By the time he met Sebastian, Fenris had four friends, andtrust didn’t seem such an alien concept. He was there when Fenris left Hawke,understanding, supportive. His friendship was priceless, unexpected.

Fenris thought he would never come to like Merrill. Hisfellow elf was infuriating, illogical, reckless.

But she wouldn’t make him so angry, if he didn’t care atall. In time he realized it wasn’t friendship, but family, that lay betweenthem, a connection deep and heartfelt and confounding.

Anders was something similar. Not a friend, and no, notfamily. But a part of his life, a piece of his puzzle, an influence on the manhe was to become. Maddening, insulting, enraging. Perhaps they could have foundunderstanding under other circumstances. Perhaps if their paths had notdiverged – Fenris, healing, while the mage deteriorated. Fenris would neverknow.

“Will you miss it?” Hawke asked when he found him lookingback, the day they left Kirkwall, and Fenris thought of the man he had been,the day he arrived. He thought of the things he’d gained, and the things he’dlost, his friends and his not-friends, the place he had found for himself.

“Yes,” he said, and he meant it, without hesitance, and whenHawke offered his hand, he took it.

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Love you’re writing I always look forward to new drabbles! Fenhawke Fenris “practicing his flatterly” for Hawkes next visit?

Fenris felt strange, when Hawke left. Light – like a weighthad been lifted from him. Giddy – no, giddy wasn’t right, but he wanted tosmile. He’d wanted the conversation to continue, wanted Hawke to stay, longinto the darkness of the night, sitting there by his fire, solid and steady andreal, trustworthy, despite everything that should prove otherwise. Hawke –

What a strange and intriguing man Hawke was.

Fenris was smiling again. He tried to stop.

I’ll practice myflattery for next time.

In Tevinter, Fenris had often been the target of men’slustful gazes. Proprietary, predatory, pernicious. Hawke’s stumbling attemptsat flirting weren’t that. There had been a sweetness to him, a genuine honestyof intent unexpected in the large stern-faced mage. Mage. What was he doing?

Fenris was smiling again.

“Hawke,” he said his name with careful consonants, imaginingthe big man there, seated across from him. He settled back in his chair, safein his private imaginings. “How doyou fit those shoulders through doorways?”

He was being ridiculous. Fenris would never say such thingsto Hawke’s face. And next time Hawke flirted, he would put a stop to it.Quickly, firmly. It would never go anywhere. Fenris didn’t want it goinganyway.

He was smiling again.

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After you wrote that giant relationship ask*which I read all of and I loved thank you!* for your 3 pairings it really got me interested in your warden/zevran and I wanted to know what your tag was for them so I could read those drabbles? Im usually allll fenhawke but they tickle my interest! Also despite the blehness of this holiday Im at least thankful for YOU being around today so Happy Valentines day!😚

So, it looks like I haven’t been very consistent with my tagging for them - probably because it’s so rare for me to write dao stuff. What can I say? My warden is the least developed one of my heroes, partially because her stories don’t get as many notes (and I’m a sucker for attention), partially because while I love the storyline, I find dao such a pain to replay. 

(I’m fond of Lyna, though, even if I did go through a crisis of thinking of replacing her a few years ago, which ended in me changing her canon romance from Alistair to Zevran because it ended up making the story less tragic and more well-rounded. I’m still thinking of writing her story and/or a timetravel-y thing involving the switch in romantic partners...)

Anyway, looking through my tags:

Lyna Mahariel Tag

Zevran/Mahariel Tag

Zevran/FWarden Tag

All of these managed to have at least one or two posts different between them, and there are a few I know are still missing. I’m sorry for such an unhelpful answer! But I hope this helps a little!

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Hope youre having a lovely day! I keep having little Act One questions from your story pop into my head! I was wondering when if ever Leo follows through with Anders like he said & tells him when hes ready for a relationship? In which case itd be him saying Im ready but with Fenris not you? Or does Leo kinda forget altogether & fall naturally into it with Fenris? Id be interested in seeing a drabble centered around that or even like just Anders POV the moment he realizes it. Love you gurl!^3^/~*

Hey there! Hope you don’t mind me answering this publicly - if you do, let me know and I’ll take it down. 

This is actually something that will show up in Act 2 when (not if) I finally get around to writing it. After Leo and Fenris finally sit down and have a serious discussion about their feelings and their intentions toward one another, Leo goes to each of his friends and lets them know personally - starting with Anders.

I kind of feel like it’s a combination of both? Leo fails to forewarn Anders about his growing feelings for our favorite elf (and, indeed, actively denies/fails to see that there is anything out of their ordinary about their connection) until after he and Fenris have discussed it and made their decision. He feels that the matter is between him and Fenris, and no one else, even being aware of Anders’s feelings for him. On the other hand, as soon as there is something for sure happening, he does make it a point to be transparent about it and makes no attempt to keep it a secret. 

Really, there was never a “hey, I’m ready for a relationship” moment for Leo, but more of a “I’ve realized I’m in love with Fenris and we’re going to see if we can make it work” one, if that distinction matters at all.