#fenkag

That next morning, when Kagome opened the door to leave for the market, she would've tripped on something left on the doorstep had she not caught herself at the last second.

There on the ground was a bouquet of white flowers, wrapped in expensive, dark blue silk.

Curious, Kagome bent to scoop them up and study them closely. They were pretty, and very pristine with not a mark to be found on the petals. There was no note to be found after a quick survey, however, which she thought to be strange.

Opening the door back into the manor, Kagome stuck her head inside to call for Fenris. It took him mere moments before he was coming down the stairs in a lazy jog.

When he saw her still halfway through the door holding the bouquet, his footsteps slowed. One dark eyebrow lifted at her, questioning.

“Look what I found on the doorstep!” Kagome grinned, holding up her prize to give it a little shake. “I think someone has a secret admirer.”

Fenris let out a soft scoff at her suggestive tone, lips twitching. “You find flowers and presume they’re for me?”

“Well, it is your doorstep,” Kagome teased. It was with a slow, admirable once-over of his body that she continued to say, “You’re very handsome, Fenris, it’s a wonder you haven’t had your share of admirers wanting to woo you.”

“Is it truly?” Fenris murmured with a touch of sarcasm, trying to fight the warmth rising to his cheeks. He sent a meaningful look to the corpse still propped up in the corner of the entryway.

Kagome laughed, the sound bright and her eyes dancing as she shook her head at him. She glanced at the bundle of flowers in her hand then, considering, before bringing it up to her face.

She’d barely got it within a foot to her face before her nose scrunched and her whole face followed suit. Kagome sneezed, once, twice, and a third time, before holding the bundle away from her. “Ah. I think I’m allergic.”

Fenris coughed to cover his amusement. “What a shame,” he said after a moment, managing to sound droll.

Blinking wet eyes at him, she raised a brow. “Jealous?” she teased.

The effect was somewhat ruined by her reddened nose and splotchy cheeks.

“Not in the least,” he said, and strolled over to pluck the flowers from her hands. “Should I go ahead and toss these out with the rubbish, then?”

"Fenris..."

The way Kagome breathed out his name – so soft, the barest of whispers, taken hold by a note of awe – sent tiny shivers down the length of his spine. His eyes shuttered against the feeling, only for his breath to hitch at the hand that so gently cupped his cheek once again.

Her hand was so very warm against his chilled skin; her fingers, roughened from her years of drawing the string of her bow, swept against his cheek with the fondest of traces.

"I'm here," she told him, and her touch felt like an anchor to which that truth held fast, allowing him to believe it in both heart and soul. "And I'll stay here, for as long as you allow it." He listened to the sound her soft swallow, the small breath she took to steel herself. "Nothing else needs to change, whether it's because you don't want it--"

Fenris' eyes snapped open, finding hers in an instant. "That I don't want it," he choked out, needing her to know, "That could not be further from the truth."

Kagome stared. Her eyes were a vision, wide and round and swimming with wonder and the light of the flickering flames of the fireplace behind him, but steady as they held his gaze, searching. A shaky laugh teeming with relief left her then. "Oh," she said on a soft exhale, "Oh, that's good. Really good."

She was smiling, wide and happy and all from the knowledge that he wanted her alone.

As he looked upon that smile, Fenris felt the urge to kiss her.

And so he did.

And as he listened to Kagome's little gasp as he cupped her face and pressed his lips against hers, as he felt the way she melted into him and the tiny tremors that raced through her body, as he felt the way that something inside him settled, he knew it was the right thing to do.

The fear that lurked inside of him lingered still, but he persisted in spite of it.

No more will he allow fear to rule his life.

honestly ME TOO we have been blessed 🙌🙌🙌

after kirkwall, they’re constantly on the move, drifting from town to town, lending a hand when needed. it’s not like when they first met, when slavers were hounding after fenris every step, but more of a choice now, a preference.

keeping his hair trimmed ended up something he let slip at first, putting it off for another time and then forgetting. it was easy enough to gather up, tie back, and be done with it once it was long enough after all. that was until he noticed something curious.

kagome had always been taken with his hair, hands always finding themselves touching it one way or another, brushing his fringe out from his eyes, petting when they are wrapped around each other, buried in it and tugging when they fell together in the dark of the night.

but now her hands found his hair more often, fingers lingering as she combed it when they lay together. sometimes even braiding it now that it was long enough to hold, and when some of it inevitably came free after a fight, her gaze would darken upon the sight of his loose ponytail and the windswept strands framing his face.

it did not take a genius to know her thoughts on it, but fenris did enjoy teasing her one day, as he mused aloud that his hair had grown quite a bit lately and that he should get around to cutting it, shouldn’t he?

Aaa this is super super late but I’m so glad to hear youenjoyed it!! :D (and even happier to drag another person into fenkag trololol)

Also YES???!!! Like it no doubt took a while but theirtravels together slowly but surely fostered a comfortable intimacy between them.This is how they work together so fluidly when it comes to fighting, consciousof the other to they fight in tandem.

I wouldn’t go as far as to say he’s cuddly (maybe not until they’reactually like, together at least? esp. when they’re in public?) but clingy?? YES esp.around the time they’ve just been reunited he’d be SUCH a HOVERER. And he’d bethe one initiating touch, like, sitting so close next to her in the Hanged Man oraround the camp fire that they’re brushing arms. Catching her hand when Kagomeholds something up for him to see. Fingers brushing as he takes her mug to gether a refill.

And the gang like you said are just stunned, speechless and staring mesmerized as they watch the pairbefore them bc it’s twilight zone level weird. Even Hawke, who’s heard ofKagome before, is a little surprised just how at… home the two are with eachother.

when u wanna spam a tag but u dont have the energy nor the motivation so u just take it 1 at a time (; u ;) 

so I reread “Through The Looking Glass, To You” today...

OKAY YES YES YES I can totally see this happening – Hawke dragging Kagome along to a table with Aveline and Merrill, Isabela shooing the boys off saying they need some time for just them girls. Kagome gives Fenris a bewildered look that he just returns and shrugs and goes along with it and as soon as her back is turned Varric is snorting and muttering, “Poor Firefly,” under his breath.

That certainly has Fenris on alert, and if it were anyone but Hawke and Isabela he’d have half a mind to rescue Kagome. As it is, it is Hawke and Isabela and Fenris knows that’s a battle he’d end up losing and horribly at that.

And so Kagome gets pushed into a spot beside Merrill, Hawke taking a seat across from her while Isabela slips in beside Kagome, throwing an arm around the archer once she’s gotten the drinks and passed them around.

Hawke waits for the perfect moment to start, which is just when Kagome is taking a sip of her drink when she drops the question. “So you and Fenris huh?”, exaggerated wagging eyebrows, wry grin, sparkling grey eyes and all. 

She chokes and sputters and there’s ale dripping from her chin and her cheeks feel like a furnace as Isabela’s laugh dances next to one ear and Merrill’s giggles in the other.

There’s no mistaking what she meant, and Kagome knows exactly where this is going and she just wants to sink into her seat and d i s a p p e a r. Next to Hawke, Aveline wears a sympathetic expression and though it won’t get her out of this, Kagome does appreciate it.

That tiny bit of comfort goes straight out the window though when Isabela leans onto her shoulder and boldly asks if that means she’s seen just what is under those tight leathers of his. For curiosity’s sake of course, because, she’s “been trying to guess the color of his smalls for ages.”

so, it all started with a certain someone velxur anonymously sending me the prompt. which, funnystory, i thought was actually fenrir and kagome, which blew my mind that someone would actually send me such a prompt and i wasactually resigning myself to making an attempt when i re-read it and was like –thank god.

then came that “oh my god” moment, because i never thoughtto pair those two together either, even though i love them both to pieces. it just. never occurred to me to make a da/inu crossover at all, but the idea seriously caught my interest.

and then i actually started writing the two characters together.

that’s when i fell in love, to be honest. the writing flowed. getting into a new type of crossover is always a little bumpy, especially since i’ve never written da2 or fenris before. but not that time. 

what i like about fenris and kagome is how easily, how natural, their characters just. fell together for me. they played off each other so well, the banter came quick and smooth. and the more i wrote, the more i fell in love with them together.

(Pt 2) at her when she’s laughing or smiling or joking with someone. And he just has a light almost serene smile on his face has he recalls their travels together. his shoulders feel lighter and his chest warm. Like he know that the days will go by much better and he knows why. hc#4) 65% of the time someone catches him smiling at her and that caused the teasing in the first place. To which he tries to be discreet about. hc#4.5) Kagome has no clue

“in consolation” nonny, this is amazing and you have outdone yourself and my heart is SOARING right now bless you

I can picture this in my mind with such clarity. Merrill would be the one to catch him and make the first teasing remark, bc she’s very observant and has an eye for these sort of things and behind that sweet and innocent personality she’s kinda a tiny bit evil lmfao.

(”It’s rather sweet,” Merrill comments one day, while they’re sitting together at a table in the Hanged Man once Kagome leaves after offering to get refills.

She’s looking at him, Fenris realizes with a start, and there’s a glint in the mage’s eye that makes him hesitant to ask. He’s does so anyway, of course.

”How she’s able to soothe your ruffled feathers, so to speak! If you could only see–you’d have that surly scowl on your face only for it to turn upside down whenever you look at her!”

Fenris scoffs, picking up his mug and downing the rest of his alcohol instead of deigning the obviously ridiculous remark with a response. 

Because it is. Ridiculous. Not because he felt the flush threatening to crawl up his neck and bloom across his cheeks and needed to hide it. 

Of course not.

“Here you guys go,” he hears Kagome from behind, bringing the refills. She leans between himself and Varric to place the mugs down in the table, arm lightly brushing against his as she does so and he feels a tingle of warmth from the simple touch that makes his lips quirk before he even realizes it.

“See,” he hears Merrill giggle. His almost-smile falls dead then and there as his eyes snap up to glare at the mage. It does nothing but make her smile even wider, and his fingers grip around his mug so tightly he’s certain he hears a crack.)