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From my Fenris/Zevran/Ash Hawke Ladyhawke AU

(The Captain Navarre is Fenris, Zevran is Mouse, Shartan is the Captain's horse, and Ash Hawke is Ladyhawke)

"And that was not all," he tells the Captain. Whose long ears peek out from under a loose braid of hair, as white as moonlight, tied back with a ribbon red as fresh-spilled blood. "There was a woman… with bright golden eyes…almost like a bird’s. Pointedly, the Captain tugs at the horses tack. "And her voice…like curled smoke – but her tongue sharp as a blade!"

Sharper still, the Captain stops what he is doing. Shartan snorts in the silence, Zevran's heart flutters in his chest. Navarre's palm rests on the horse's flank, rising and falling with each of the great beast's breaths. So quiet Zevran almost doesn't catch the words, the Captain whispers, "She spoke?" Then turning to look over his shoulder, he catches Zev off-guard. He had not expected to see such vulnerability in his gaze. Zevran could swear the Captain almost looks as though he is entirely a different man. "What did she say?" Fenris asks, a thread of unexpected tenderness runs through his voice. "She told me I was dreaming. Ha! Perhaps I was dreaming, I should like to have dreams like this more often!" Zevran's laughter trails off to a hollow empty sound. Perhaps he is still dreaming now. He might think as much if his belly did not protest so. Alas, but no. "Though this was not like any dream I have had before." The Captain's brow twitches. His jaw ripples with tension, but there's that soft look in his eyes again. "I think in fact, that you believe me." Fenris shakes his head. "No, I believe you. It is just…I cannot…" His words are cut off by pained growl as he turns away. The sound sends a shiver up Zevran's spine, and a sadness sits like a stone in his empty belly. Leaning his forehead against Shartan, Fenris asks, "This woman…did she have a name?"

Pre-relationship Fenris/Zevran/Hawke (established Fenris/Hawke)

Ash Hawke has noticed Fenris has been enjoying Zevran's company since he's been staying with them. She knows Fenris, and thinks he may have caught some *feelings*. Meanwhile Fenris is trying to ignore how he feels, worried about hurting or betraying Hawke. But as it turns out, that isn't a worry he needs to have.

“And if I did…feel something. Hawke, I want to make sure I understand what you are saying.” Whatever Fenris might be feeling, she wants him to know that he need not feel badly for it. Attraction and affection between them both that could be nurtured into a flame if it knew not to starve itself of breath. She dips her head and tries to meet his gaze. Waiting until he looks up at her, his brow furrowed, eyes wide. She wants to kiss him. But holds back, instead focusing on the warmth of his skin, the gentle hum of the lyrium under her touch. “What I mean Fen, is - if it’s something you want, and if you wanted to act on those feelings - I'd be happy. To see you happy, I mean." Fenris groans and releases her hand to pinch his brow. "Even with another?" Hawke smiles, how can she explain this feeling? The warmth in her chest when she thinks of Fenris wanting something, having something for himself, even if that means being with someone else. "Yes. It doesn't diminish what you and I have.”

Fenris/Zevran one shot WIP (background/mentioned Fenris/Zevran/Ash Hawke) A little NSFW!

With sword-worn fingers, Fenris brushes strands of pale golden hair aside so that he can run his tongue up to the pointed tip of Zevran’s ear. Another laugh, followed by a strong hand that reaches back to pull Fenris into another clumsy, open-mouthed kiss. Awkward at this angle, Fenris strains to taste wet heat and the hint of sweetness on Zevran’s tongue, of the sugared almonds they shared with Ash after dinner. That taste still lingers after their kiss breaks, a trail of sticky wetness on his lips. “Hmm, however you most desire, mi caro,” Zevran purrs with a chuckle under his breath as he leans his head back against Fenris’ chest. The slow grind of Zevran’s hips continues, but Fenris is focusing on the words and not the way his cock throbs in the barest space between their bodies. Almost – almost - caught up in heat and scent and sensation, he closes his eyes as Zevran continues. “Tell me, would you like to take me slow, and to torture me toward ecstasy? Or perhaps, do you rather wish to see how quickly you can make me meet my end, hmm? Ah, you have in mind some other plan for us tonight, no?” Fenris growls between clenched teeth and bends down to press his forehead between muscled shoulder blades. They have talked about this. From the start, Zevran was always careful to ask what Fenris preferred. What touch was welcome, and what wasn’t. What left him writhing in pleasure or shaking with the reminders of memories better left unvisited. But Fenris is not a glass to break. Though he still bears the scars, he is more than an assortment of angry pained shards. Ash saw him break, once. That first night in her bed. And in the years since, Ash has learned too his strength. And what it took for Fenris to find all those lost, scattered pieces and make himself whole again. Zevran did not know him then, but still. He does know Fenris. And he should know better. But perhaps…this is less about Fenris, and more about Zevran. A man so used to bending himself to the desire of others, learning to desire for himself what others wanted of him. A trait he learned so that he would never have to break. Fenris trails his palm down Zevran’s side and closes his eyes as he traces patterned skin. Marked too, like him, though Zev’s skin is etched with ink instead of lyrium scars. A Crow is but a slave by another name after all. And Fenris sees flashes of memories, possibilities like shards of glass reflecting back at him when Zevran regales him with tales of his own troubled youth. Where Fenris’ past made him sharp, covered him in armour that’s all rough edges and spines, Zevran learned to be an easy lover. To add honey to his touch and to his words. Fenris does not wish for honey now.

And a very short little bit from a multi-chapter Fenris/Zevran/Hawke fic in the same universe/timeline.

At this point, Zevran has started to grow comfortable. But after losing the Warden, and his past with Rinna and Taliesin, he has difficulty coming to terms with what being in a safe and comfortable relationship means.

Mi amor he whispers at night to his love, the wolf at his side. So alike and so different he can scarcely believe his luck to have found this, to have found him. And what luck to wake to warmth and sunshine. Slow mornings with her, mi falco, his friend. But all luck must run out, and surely Zevran has used up all of his by now. What he has found, is too good to be true, no? And perhaps, like it is said all good things do, this must come to an end.

I have several thousand words written so far for these three, from pre-relationship and friendship, through the entire span of their romantic relationship, including adventure, fluff and smut and of course the Ladyhawke au long fic.

But for some reason I keep building it up and then not finishing or posting anything. So this is a little way to get some posted and start sharing in the hopes it might motivate me to finish some fics for this ship 🥰

Thank you to the DA polyshipping, DA Fanfic, Dragon Effect and Varric Ghostwriters server members for encouraging me with my writing for these three 🙌