#fhawris

For a moment the guests around them melt away, the banquet hall with its great banners a blur of gold and velvety red. Hawke could stay here forever, with his hand steady on the small of her back and their gloved fingers intertwined, drinking in the intoxicating green of his eyes as they move together in slow circles.

Fenris the Witcher: The Other White Wolf 🐺

I finally started playing TW3 and Geraltiepooh’s got me feeling ALL THE WITCHER FEELS, so of course I had to ask beloved genius @schoute to draw Witcher!AU babes for me again. Only fitting since it’s her fault I’m sinking into Witchems hell WITH NO REGRETS

"There is no joy except that which we make for each other."

Fenris, Amabel Hawke and Isabela. Commissioned by the lovely @aban-asaara as companion illustrations for her post-canon FenHawke fic set in Rivain - The Far Shore - go check it out!!

Don’t leave, then. Stay. I could see myself staying ─ for the right reasons.

Day 20: Glow

Fenris pushed his hair back out of his eyes and took a moment to catch his breath while Hawke and Varric started to scour the corpses of the dragonlings for anything useful that would make the trip to the Bone Pit worth while. Merrill came and stood next to him, watching their companions as well.

“You’re glowing,” she said cheerfully.

“Yes, I do that,” he said flatly, “Or have you not noticed in all the years we’ve known each other.”

“Oh, I don’t mean like that, silly. I mean there’s something different about you, you seem happier.”

Fenris tried to keep his expression neutral, “I’m as content as ever.”

“I’m sure you are,” her smile was deceptively innocent. “I don’t suppose Hawke has anything to do with that.”

Fenris didn’t say anything, focusing instead on the Champion of Kirkwall as she stripped scales from one of the bodies.

“We’ve all noticed you know.”

“We?”

“You know... me, Isabela, Varric, Sebastian, Aveline, Bohdan, Donnic, Corff…”

A flush of heat rose up Fenris’s neck and he sighed in defeat.

“I’m glad.” Merrill leaned over, nudging him with her shoulder, “You make her glow too, you know.”

Finally, Fenris allowed himself to smile, “She deserves it.”

“You both do.”

Who kisses the other on the nose and the one receiving the kiss blushes?

Sonika definitely kisses his nose BUT the twist is they both blush!

How do they hold each other when their partner asks to be held?

It depends on where they are. If they're on the couch, Sonika will lay her legs across his lap and Fenris will wrap his arms around her. If they're in a chair, Fenris sits between her legs and Sonika will wrap her arms around him. If they're in bed, they just alternate spooning each other. If they're just standing, arms are opened and partner is held.

Who likes to be held and who likes to hold?

“I do not understand,” Fenris rumbled, as he looked Marian Hawke up and down (and noted with some alarm that her skin was just as pink as the bikini she was wearing), “why you had to insist on sunbathing without using sunscreen.” 

But Marian Hawke merely huffed and handed him the after-sun lotion. “Yes, yes, I was foolish, more foolish than I thought, and I realise that now,” she conceded, with a mock-exasperated sigh. “It seemed like a good idea at the time, to try and tan faster than I usually would, but now I regret every life choice that led me to this moment. Happy now?” 

Fenris smirked. “And you now wish me to help you by applying after-sun to soothe your skin.” 

Hawke brushed her dark hair out of her bright blue-green eyes, and blinked at him. She was so transparent -- anything for an excuse to have Fenris’s hands on her body, even risking sunburn -- and he loved her for it. “Pretty please?” 

He chuckled. “Very well. As you wish. Remove your bikini and lie on the bed, and I... will give you the massage you so clearly desire.”

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