for the hurt/comfort list! âCan you please come and get me?â
Hi @5lazarus! I present to you a FenHawke prompt. I wrote it so Hawke could be whichever Hawke you choose. Hope you enjoy!! <3Â
ThisâŚwasnât the way home? Fenris peered down the shadowy alley, trepidation setting in. Heâd followed the directions Hawke had given himâthey were right there, in the Notes of his phone. Left out the door, pass three intersections, a left, and then a right. He used those directions every day, and had memorized them. Fenris knew what was he was doing, why did the street look so different tonight? He stuffed the panic down.
âAlright,â he said, looking down the street, âletâs be rational. Retrace your steps.â He turned around and headed back the way he came. âIf I turned right, then I should turn left, and thenââ He stopped on some street, eyes wide. Despite his best efforts, everything got jumbled; even after looking at the directions in his Notes app, he was confused. Venhedis, he did this every day, why was this so hard?
âYouâre going mad,â the voice in his head hissed, âthe lyriumâs leaching; wonât be long until you forget everything, and Hawke will leave youââ the brands flickered through his leather jacket, blue light weak against the brickwork.
âStop,â he said, breath shallowing. âS-Stop it, Iâm not listening.âÂ
There was truth to those words, he knew, an ugly truth. The brands were leaching, albeit slowly, the doctors said. They were doing all they could, going from specialist to specialistâFenrisâs pill boxes were filled from all the medications they prescribed for lyrium poisoningâbut if they couldnât find some way to stop the leaching soon, heâd end up in a retirement home for Templars⌠Those homes where the Chantry sent the useless, witless ones to eke out an existence before they forgot everything and death finally took them. And Fenris would join them. Fenris Hawke: thirty-something years old, author still in his prime, forgetting who he was and how to eat or drink. The thought terrified him.
âYou werenât this bad before, you know. Itâs getting worse,â the voice said. âOnly a matter of timeââ
âShut up!â Fenris held his head in his hands, his shout bouncing off the walls. An apartment window flew open above, a stream of expletives and demands for quiet floating down to him. A police siren wailed in the distance; Fenris looked around, heart pounding so hard, it made his head clench, took his breath away. He fumbled with his iPhone, trembling hands pressing the home button repeatedly in his panic. Siri pinged into existence, waiting for a request.
âC-Call Hawke,â he said, voice cracking.
âDo you mean âColin Dock?ââ she asked, once again not understanding his accent. Fenris bit back his frustration; he hated voice recognition software with a passion; it never worked for him.
 âHawke. Call Hawke,â he said, voice going sharp. He huddled against a wrought iron fence, wondering where in the Void he was. The autumn wind blew right through his jacket; he shivered, and not just from the cold.
âSorry, I donât understand âcolicâââ
âFasta vass, you piece of kaffas,â he exclaimed. The world went blurry; Fenris wiped his eyes and raked his hand through his hair. A sob escaped; he slid down the fence to the sidewalk below. The concrete sucked the heat out of him, leaving him cold and hollow. He felt even more desolate.Â
âCome on, get a hold of yourself,â he whispered, âone step at a time.â He tapped the Notes app, scrolling through entries âItâs here, I know itâs hereâŚâ He pulled up the document with the directions home and tapped the phone number. He was beyond grateful when he heard the dial tone. âPick up,â he whispered. âPlease, please, please, pleaseââ
âHullo?â Much to his dismay, the tears started again from sheer relief.
âFenris? Fenris, are you alright?â Hawke asked, voice alarmed. â...Are you crying?â
âIââ How could he even voice his shame, that he was no better than a child? âC-Can you please come and get me?â he asked. âHawke? H-Hawke, pleaseââ There was a faint jingle on the other end, from what he assumed were keys.
âOn my way. Where are you?â There it was, The very question he wouldâve given anything for an answer to. Fenrisâs breath hitched.
âI donât know. I-I donât know where I amââ His voice pitched, words tripping over themselves on the way out.
âFenris, can you do something for me? Go to the nearest intersection and tell me the street names.â Solutions, Fenris liked those. He brushed himself off and jumped to his feet, hurrying towards the end of the block. The street names swayed on the traffic light wires; Fenris stared, letters scrambling into nonsensical lines and patterns before him.
âI canât read this,â he said. âI-I canât, Hawke. Itâs not Tevene, I canât do thisââ
âDarling, remember what I said at the night school, hmm? When youâd just arrived in Kirkwall, and were learning to read Common?â
ââOne letter at a time,ââ he whispered.
âThatâs right. You can do this.â Fenris took a deep breath and concentrated.
ââH-A-R-L-M?ââ
âHarimann. Harimann and what?â Upon closer investigation, they determined he was on the corner of Harimann and DuPris, not too far removed from his route home.Â
âTell me about your day at work,â Hawke said, no doubt to distract him. âWas the paper busy?â The panic still scrabbled for purchase inside Fenris; it clawed at him before eventually ebbing away, leaving him exhausted.
âI-I wrote an article on Dwarven lichen bread today,â Fenris replied, sheltering against the wind in a doorway. âThey brought some in for us to review. New flavor or something.â
âOoh, from the TV commercial! âFine dwarven crafts, direct from Orzammar: from our noble kitchens to yours, find us in your local bread aisle.ââ Fenris laughed, wiping his tearstained face; Hawke always made the best impersonations of cheesy TV commercials. It was almost uncanny, how spot-on they were.
âThatâs the one. Cinnamon swirl flavor,â he said, shivering.
âHow was it? Iâve been curious.â
âLichen-y.â
Hawke scoffed. ââLichen-y.â Varric Tethras must have been desperate to hire the likes of you.â Hawkeâs voice seemed louder, clearer. Fenris poked his head around the corner. He saw no one approaching in either direction.
âBehind you,â Hawke said with a laugh, âyour escort has arrived, messere.â Fenris turned around, disconnecting the call. Hawke stood before him, coat over flannel pajamas and hair tied in a messy bun. Utterly glorious, in Fenrisâs eyes. He held Hawke in the fiercest embrace he could muster.
âThank you,â he whispered. âT-Thank you so much.â Hawke patted him on the back.
âOne friendly neighborhood Hawke, at your service. Iâll send you my bill, at the end of the month.â Hawke grinned. âCome on, I need to get my husband home.â
âHusbandâ was still such a new, beautiful term, one Fenris never tired from hearing. It made his heart smile in the most joyful manner imaginable. He linked his arm in Hawkeâs and walked home to their apartment, where Toby the Mabari greeted him with many âaroosâ and tail wags.
âGo wash up,â Hawke said, âdinnerâs in the Crockpot.â
Fenris must have been colder than he realized, if the water burned and made his limbs ache. He changed into the warmest pajamas he owned and slid into his seat at the table. A bowl of mutton stew appeared before him. It was good, he decided. Not the curries he was used to from Minrathous, but warm and comforting, all the same. Between the warm food and the soothing cadence of Hawkeâs voice, he melted into his chair.
âFen,â Hawke called, âgo to bed.â The spoon clattered out of Fenrisâs hand, his head snapped back.
âBut I havenât seen you all day,â he protested, eyes unable to stay open.
 âYouâre not seeing much except the inside of your eyelids, messere, go on.â Fenris grumbled, pecking his beloved on the cheek before crawling into bed. He was asleep before his head hit the pillow.
Sometime during the nightâhe wasnât sure when without his glassesâhe felt the mattress dip as Hawke laid down beside him. Fenris smiled into his pillow, pretending to be asleep.
âI wonât give up, Fen,â Hawke whispered. âIâll find a specialist that can remove the brands, so youâll never be afraid like that again. I swear it. I donât care if I have to fly someone in from Tevinter and sell a kidney to pay for the surgery; I wonât give up on you.âÂ
Fenris cherished those words and held them close in his heart. Even if the future was uncertain, at least he had someone to meet it with. Words failed to express just how grateful he was for that.
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I didnât realize how long this post was going to be until I was about halfway through. And it still is not even close to exhaustive.Â
Soo, while 2020 has been such a tumultuous year one great thing about this time in my life is that Iâve had more time than ever to read. I am always so blown away by how much talent there is in fanfiction, so big, big thank you to all the writers that share their work and for whisking me away from real life into something far more pleasurable. It definitely makes my whole day when a fic I love has been updated, and I enjoy catching glimpses of rough drafts and the writing process via tumblr (Iâm still trying to understand how their galaxy brains even work lolol).Â
Itâs long, but I am not putting it under a cut! Theyâre too good!
Long Fics (>= 50k words)
Roses From Where Thorns Grow by @bdaficâ [incomplete]- I started this a while ago, must have lost track of it, and then found it again this summer. Feels weird to type because this is not really me irl lol but accidental pregnancy fics are one of my favorites kinds of fics. Papa Solas is amazing. Somewhere, I once tagged something with âsolas dad best dadâ and I think that probably sums up my feelings on the matter. The last chapter I read has left me anxious for more, so Iâm eagerly awaiting what will likely be the first chapter posted in 2021.Â
Ruins by @luzial [incomplete] - A real story of a couple who broke up, fought each other for twenty years, got sent back in time, and are now trying to make things work again ;) Lavellan here is older and wiser in all the ways that matter, and Solas is... well Solas in many ways is everything we wish he would (and could) be now. Had the most wonderful realization that I somehow missed the last chapter that apparently came out on my birthday, so I know what Iâll be doing later.
FenâHarelâs Teeth by @5lazarusâ [incomplete] - the conversations in this fic are one of my favorite parts. Theyâre in character, but theyâre also just interesting to read. The words just fly across the page -- itâs smooth, seamless, pithy. I love politics and I love a main character who has her wits about her -- both are in this fic. Also features fatherly!Solas, which I just adore.
By the Still Waters by [orphan account]. This is older, but I knew it was popular so I gave it a shot and... yes, I understand now. I loved reading something from Fenrisâ perspective. I loved how heâs a foil for Solas. I love seeing Lavellan as this near mythical person because we see everything through Fenrisâ eyes. I love Hawke and Fenris together. Merrill also featured more heavily than I anticipated and she had some of the best lines Iâve ever read.
Pressure Point by 17734 [incomplete] - this fic leaves me constantly unsettled (in the best, most addictive, under-your-skin kind of way). Iâve read the first 18 or so chapters twice, and itâs one of those stories thatâs slightly different the second time you read it. I really like the authorâs take on immortal beings, some of it is very reminiscent of some of the Greek mythology I read in school - characters are at turns both magnificent and terrifying. The language is also very beautiful, and Iâm a sucker for anything close to prosaic.Â
Out of Time by destinies - so, I donât know how I found this beyond just âTwitter.â This isnât Dragon Age related -- itâs from The Greisha Trilogy, which I had never heard of before -- something just told me I would really like this story. Forced/political marriagesâ, memory loss, enemies to lovers, the dichotomy between light and dark embodied by a single couple... yes, thank you. I had to kind of piece the world together as I read, which was admittedly a lot of fun, and um... wow, I really loved this! Another one of my âbinged in a single nightâ fics. Â
Message Sent by @aicosu [incomplete]- this is coincidentally how I got my former partner into Dragon Age lol. I had originally read it the first time as it was coming out. The second time I read it aloud to them over the course of a few days, feeling very much like Cassandra trying to do certain characterâs voices. It reminded me of how much I loved it, and so I feel like it deserves a mention here. Definitely an unorthodox but memorable way of cursing someone with being emotionally invested in the Solavellan romanceÂ
Short Fics (< 50k words)
nothing on my tongue by @ellstersmash - the chapters here are short, and I loved seeing the fic updated put of order. This was my first time experiencing that, and I loved guessing where we were in the in-game timeline, and also, as more chapters were posted, which chapter numbers were still missing and therefore what the missing chapters might be about. I associate this fic with feeling kind of melancholy a lot. I think the word constraints really lent itself well to the Solavallen romance -- beautiful and poignant, but always leaving me wanting more.
In and Out of Time Again by @luzial - hoo boy did I have a fun time reading this one. I actually rarely go for AUâs this âAUâ, but I trusted this author, and it paid off. In fact, I think I subconsciously had more doubts than I thought because what started a curious perusal ended in one of those âup until 3 am readingâ kind of nights. It was such a fast-paced, interesting read, I couldnât wait to see what happened next. Ink is one of my favorite Lavellans; sheâs just too cool.
The Fourth Day by sass_bot (@knightava) [incomplete] - this was just such a perfect example of how to build tension and dread for the reader, that I still think about it frequently. Also, who wouldnât love a Skyhold murder mystery?
Beyond the Veil by Pyreite [incomplete] - A 200 years post-Veil fic. Abelas is in it, which is how I knew it was gonna be good hehe. I really like the world-building, and I like explorations of the romance with a more hardened Lavellan.Â
I Come to You With Nothing by CommonEvilMasterMind. Iâll preface this by writing that this made me cry with a mixture of sorrow and happiness. The premise is an undercover mission in an alienage which involves Solas and Ellana masquerading as a married couple. Itâs beautifully written, and just honestly kind of bittersweet. The writing is itself very touching but I also think itâs almost difficult to read because the Solavellan romance has an arc that looks like itâs just exponentially deviating from anything remotely happy lololÂ
That Girl Is Like A Sunburn by @yourstrulycommandershepard - I just discovered this personâs writing this year and Iâm kind of obsessed? I went on a whole binge this past summer and *fans self*. I picked this one for my list because I havenât read that many Solas/Trevelyan fics, and hers are by far some of my favorites. I also love that the titles of some of her fics are Taylor Swift lyrics. I get Solavellan vibes from so many of Taylorâs songs - glad itâs not just me!
Aravel by @playwithdinos - More Papa Solas. I canât say anything more than it hit me right in the vhenan.Â
Wake Up by queenofkadara (@pikapeppa) - One of those fics I thought about for days afterward. The characterization was incredible, and it hurt me to read about Varric brining up Lavellan and seeing Solasâ reaction, and it hurt even more to be left wanting for more, just like Solas.Â
thanks for your post on the history of fandom wank. I'd come in expecting more anders content and have been disappointed and now I know why. little bit worried about the inevitable backlash--I ship fenris/anders!, and a trio came off anon and threatened me right before the first fandom wank wave of 2020--but it is what it is. appreciate what you're doing to make fandom a more transparent and healthier/safer space. do you have any advice about installing trackers and all that?
Hey there 5lazarus! Thanks so much for sending in this ask â¤ď¸Â Man, Iâve had several people say this to me today -- that they came into Dragon Age fandom expecting more Anders content and wondering where it is, or why so many Anders post links were broken or blogs deleted or abandoned.Â
Itâs so weird to think that when I was lurking in Dragon Age 2 fandom in 2011 and 2012 (I joined Tumblr DA fandom in early 2014, before Dragon Age: Inquisition came out), I think Hawke/Anders was pretty much the biggest ship. (If it wasnât, then it was definitely *one* of the biggest ships.) Nowadays hardly anyone writes for it. Perhaps, in time, new creators coming in all the time will ensure the Anders side of fandom grows again, and encourages new and more varied content. Weâll see! â¤ď¸Â
Iâm really sorry you got a trio of nasty anons threatening you, thatâs really horrible â¤ď¸ I donât know what to advise as Iâve had anon asks turned off since 2016, but please donât let them get to you. Arseholes exist everywhere, and itâs important not to let them win, and donât let them demoralise you. Thanks for your kind words -- I donât know that what Iâm doing makes fandom a more transparent and healthier/safer space (I just lost my temper and got ranty LMAO), but if it DOES help people feel safer and better-armed with knowledge that might help them, Iâm glad to have helped â¤ď¸
Also, nothing wrong with shipping Fenris/Anders -- ship what makes you happy! I donât ship it myself (itâs not a NOTP, just a âI donât ship itâ) but I WILL say that the Fenders side of fandom are one of the nicest, most supportive sides of DA2 fandom Iâve ever experienced. Many of my closest friends in this fandom are Fenders shippers. Despite how tough DA fandom can be, I promise you there ARE nice, decent, supportive people in this fandom, and I hope it doesnât put you off writing and creating for your ship. â¤ď¸
As for installing trackers and stuff, Iâll DM you when I have a spare moment!Â
11. Who has a harder time getting the baby to eat their food?12. Who ends up having to hold whatever half-eaten snack the baby didnât want anymore? 13. Who checks under the bed for monsters? for the parenting asks!
Iâm going to answer these for my very wacky SerSolAdaar baby being raised by the entire Inquisition (itâs complicated, and I will never publish any of it to AO3 in any logical format, but you can read something I threw away on a Thursday once for this completely cracked out world state in which my Sera-mancing Adaar ends up accidentally conceiving a baby in the Fade with Solas). This scenario was actually my first foray into writing fan fiction (or at least knowingly doing so), which was always meant to just be a thing I did by myself and never told anyone about, but like, then stuff happened and now I actually share my writing with people...weird.
11. Who has a harder time getting the baby to eat their food?
Solas is the worst at it. He doesnât understand why the baby wonât just eat. He wonders if maybe the child has lost their will to live, being born separate from the Fade where it was conceived. And he worries it might be his fault, but he would never say so. Sera mostly just gives it cookies, so of course the baby noms those down. And Adaar has no problem giving the boob whenever her baby is hungry. During War Table meetings, while addressing the troops, during diplomatic visits...Josephine, Cullen, and Leliana all dare anyone to raise an eyebrow or say anything about it.
12. Who ends up having to hold whatever half-eaten snack the baby didnât want anymore?
Dorian. If heâs around. He falls for it every time. Baby hands him something, and he just takes it. âEw! What even is this?! And why is it so sticky?!â Cole will sometimes nibble a little bite off and tell him.
13. Who checks under the bed for monsters?
The Iron Bull and Blackwall fight over who gets to do this one on a nightly basis. Sometimes, they accuse each other of being the monsters under the bed, which baby thinks is HILARIOUS. Squealing baby laughter and hand-clapping hilarious.
the âyou got kudosâ e-mail is usually much appreciated, but is there a fic you wish you didnât get these e-mails for? if so, which one and why?
Thereâs one really old fic I have on AO3. It was one of the first things I ever wrote and I didnât actually post it until I started putting up some of my later work. I cleaned it up a bunch but, even so, it still doesnât feel quite up to my standards now. Like, I read it and almost canât recognize my own voice in it - maybe because I hadnât quite found my voice yet? I wouldnât go so far as to say I donât want the kudos emails for it - I do. It just feels so strange to think of it in comparison to everything else Iâve written since.
what word do you keep using like itâs going out of style?
In addition to my previous answer, âeyes.â I feel like I obsess over the exact position of every characterâs gaze (also, âgazeâ) in any given scene.
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for the prompts-46.âLetâs pretend you didnât cheat on me with my sister and be good people for a few minutes.â
Angst said the prompt list, but this prompt. This prompt. Sorry but I think Iâve taken this in the least angsty direction possible, enjoy!
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Carver stands all in black, staring down the closed coffin in front of him. Thereâs a fierce look in his eye, more anger than sadness, and the crowd of mourners is leaving him a wide berth. His fist clenches at his side, and he closes his eyes, slowly, lost in some painful thought.
He opens his eyes to the clicking of heels beside him.
âSorry for your loss.â Says a sultry voice. A woman with long legs and a soft cascade of curls overflowing from under a dark veil stands beside him. She is wearing a lacy black dress that is too tight and too short for this grim an affair. âI need to talk to you. Alone.â She whispers, and he scowls.
âLetâs pretend you didnât cheat on me with my sister and just be good people for a few minutes.â He replies, voice low and threatening. The woman next to him doesnât flinch, just glances sidelong at him from under her veil, the shadow of her lips titling into a perfect smirk. âThat isnât what I want to talk about.â She says, âyouâre going to want to see this.â
She walks away from him, heels clicking sharply against the cold tile of the funeral home. He remains a moment, scowling still at the coffin before him, then turns and follows.
âIsabella, we have nothing left to say to each --â His speech is cut off as his eyes land on a second woman, this one standing with crossed arms and a scowl that matches his own. In fact, everything about her, from her dark hair to the slight cleft in her chin, matches him.
âBethy...â He breathes, an audible gasp leaving his lips as he clutches a hand to his chest in shock. âI thought you were dead!â
âNot Bethy.â Snarls this woman who looks just like his twin sister, âshe is dead.â
âSomeone in the family has been keeping secrets.â Purrs Isabella.
âWhat about her daughter?!â Carver shouts, âis she alive?â
âThe childâs alive,â another voice speaks, snarling out of the shadows, and all faces in the room turn to look up in shock. âFor now.â
Out strides a blond man in a cheap suit. He looks wild, crazed. His hair falls from the tie on his head in haphazard strands, glossy with too much product. His eyes flash blue, and his teeth glint in a sinister smile.
âAlright, cut!â
Carver lets out the laugh heâs been holding in, and bends himself over with hands on his knees, shaking his head. Isabella and Anders walk over to one another and high five, then together with Bethany they jump into a happy little banter, trading notes. Varric strides over to Carver, grinning.
âYou did great, kid.â He pats him on the back warmly.
âYou really think sheâll like it?â He asks, still shaking his head.
âTrust me kid, she watches every episode of every one of these serials.â Varric replies, chuckling. âAlright everybody, last scene. Places!â
Varric returns to his place behind the camera, and Carver takes a deep breath before fitting the scowl back on his face.
âNot so fast, Anders!â Hawkeâs first line is delivered with gusto, maybe too much gusto, though Varric would probably say that in this business, thereâs no such thing. As she leaps out from her hidden place to finish the scene, the grin on her face is entirely real.
âHawke?!â Anders spins, and the rest of them gasp, on cue.
âThatâs right! You thought you killed me, but I survived!â Hawke laughs dramatically, and it takes everything Carver has not to roll his eyes. âAND!â Hawke continues, âIâm having your baby!â
Varric yells for cut again, and quickly they all reposition, in front of the camera to record their final message. Varric steps in front of the camera.
âThis week on Swords and Sorrows, a friend of mine requested that we do something a little special, for one of our most dedicated viewers.â He says, âso from all of us here at the studio, and from all of your friends -- â
âHappy birthday, Merrill!â
Everyone on set joins in the unified shout, and Carverâs voice is the loudest.
2. Whatâs your least favourite thing you wrote this year?
Hehe good one! My least favorite thing I wrote was probably a grant application đBut in all seriousness, since this is fanfic-related... Hmm. I am stupidly attached to all my WIPs, but you know, maybe the hardest one to write this year was Apocrypha, a horror-themed DA2 story. Itâs just... Itâs written in first person epistolary, and itâs just wall-to-wall dark, and that was just too much labor this year. I love writing the story, but this year, it was too much. Normally, I love writing horror, but both structure wise and like content wise, way way too much heavy lifting. It also deals with the Blight and disease and... I had to park it for now.
9. If you could go back and change something about one of the fics you wrote this year, what would it be?
Iâm usually good at writing myself out of the corners I write myself into, so Iâll subvert the question a bit. At some point, Iâd like to go back to an original projectâitâs been languishing on the backburner for ages now. But this year really wasnât for it, I just couldnât muster the energy :-/
from the storyteller weekend prompt! what makes you write fanfic?
(For the fanfic writer weekend)
Oh, good one!
I write exclusively for video game fandoms, so I think the most driving force behind it is, that I am given this sorta blank slate as the player character and I need more than the very basic game interactions to flesh the character out.
Or there are non-romanceable NPCs and I need to tell that particular story. Or the romance in-game is lacking what I feel it needs.
Those have been the most obvious driving forces. And then there is the whole thing that it is sometimes simply easier to write a story about a certain character (or a certain situation)Â if the world already exists and you donât have to come up with the entire setting and establish that one first.