#post dai

I was tagged by @serensama in Thursday Bangers. I needed something to distract myself this morning so have some post Inquisition/Veilguard Era Hawke/Fenris

He'd been searching for years for a way to get Hawke back. He refused to accept that his crazy, reckless, beloved Garrett was gone. He'd even worked with Anders and Merrill to try and find Hawke in the Fade, but everything they'd tried had failed.

Years passed and he still searched. Eventually he ended up in Rivain with Isabela and her Lords of Fortune. He never gave up the ghost of hope that he'd one day get Hawke back, he couldn't.

A decade after Hawke had been left in the Fade, he met Rook.

Fenris met the big qunari Warden when he came to fight in the Hall of Valor with Taash. While Taash and Harding were drinking at the Hilt afterwards, Rook sought Fenris out. Varric had told Rook about Hawke in their time traveling together, and Rook wondered if there might be some chance Hawke might still be alive in the Fade.

Fenris tried not to let his hope kindle too much.

He should hate it, all the magic involved, but this was Hawke, and the truth was Fenris was willing to burn everything down if it meant getting Hawke back.

The day they pulled Garrett from a Fade tear in Arlathan, after extensive work by the Nevarran professor, the Dalish mage (Merrill would have liked her), and Rook's Tevine detective, Fenris was willing to admit, for once, magic might have a good use.

He held his trembling Garrett in his arms as the man clung to him like he was afraid Fenris would disappear.

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Fenris hated feeling weak.

Which is why when he got the letter from Varric, he didn't let the pain consume him.

He let it fuel his rage instead.

Day after day, he poured over countless tomes of ancient magical theory. Sometimes, the words came easy to him. Other times, he struggled, sounding out the larger ones as Garrett had taught him to do. Most of the information itself slid seamlessly into place in his mind, having been exposed to enough talks of magical theory among the elite of the Imperium.

When Fenris had a plan in place, he returned to Kirkwall to visit an old friend.

Varric, on the other hand, was skeptical.

"I don't know, Broody." Varric grimaced. "Entering the Fade? Haven't we had enough with tearing open the Veil for one lifetime?"

"Until Garrett is safe, no," he said, the calm of his voice tinged with a hint of danger.

Varric sighed, rubbing at the back of his neck.

His expression fell.

"Fenris..."

Fenris gritted his teeth, arms crossed tightly over his chest.

"Don't."

"Fenris, the chances of him being alive—"

"Are higher than the average person," Fenris spat. "If anyone could make it out of the Fade alive, it is Garrett."

"And if he is already dead?" Varric snapped. He couldn’t handle another false hope. He couldn’t lose Hawke again.

"Then so be it," Fenris said, "but I will not rest until I've seen his body for myself."

"Do you honestly think he would want you to keep going like this?" Varric asked, genuinely curious. "Do you think that he would want you to keep chasing a ghost?"

Fenris slammed his fists onto Varric's big, fancy desk. The lyrium in his skin sprang to life. Blue light radiated from his body, simmering with rage.

Fenris shoved a finger in Varric's direction.

"Just because you have given up on him does not mean that I have to."

Silence rang out in the Viscount's office.

A single, heavy beat passed before Fenris calmed himself. The lyrium dimmed, but the pain from the markings still lingered, an ever-present ache.

"I—I apologize. That was out of line, but do not ask this of me," he whispered, meeting Varric's eyes. He shook his head back and forth, desperate for help. "Do not ask me to leave him there. If any of us were in his position, do you think he would have stopped until he knew what happened?"

Varric pursed his lips.

"He helped me deal with my past," Fenris said. One tear streamed down his cheek, followed closely by another, but Fenris made no mention of it, focused only on getting the aid he needed. "He helped me find my purpose. Maker, he helped me feel alive again, Varric. For the first time in years, I felt like I mattered, and that was in large part due to him."

"I know," Varric sighed, groaning as he shoved his face into his hands. His shoulders drooped. "Yeah, I know."

"Then help me." When Varric didn't immediately respond, Fenris pressed the issue. "Varric, please."

Varric chewed on the inside of his cheek.

"You really think this will work?"

"I'm positive," Fenris stated, "but we need someone familiar with the Fade if this is to work. And you're the only one who knows where the mage is."

Absorbing that information, Varric considered his options.

"Well, shit," he grumbled. "Fine. You want to go to the Fade? Let's go to the Fade. Why not?"

Fenris nodded.

It is finished 😔

Found this while cleaning my drive... And now I want to finish it XD

Fandom: fTrevelyan x Cullen Rutherford (Dragon Age Inquisition)

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Golden Hour (mega wip) //aka bros agreeing no one can be more handsome than Cullen mtfk Rutherford//

*Two guys are talking about the (ex)inquisitor Sybil Trevelyan, with no idea of who she is, of course*

[...]

“It’s obvious that she’s a mage.”

“And that’s because?”

“Only a dangerous creature could be so beautiful.”

“Well, I don’t know about the first thing… But she is in fact gorgeous. Only the maker knows what she’s doing here.”

They signal a third man to join them in order to get to know more.

“Hey, do you know her?”

“Ah yes…” He looks at her with dreamy eyes. “Sybil.”

“It seems you agree with us, Kohlt.”

“Eh?”

“About her looks.”

“Ah! Yeah… Not even an angel could match them.”

“Do you think I should… I don’t know, talk to her?”

“Don’t waste your time.”

“He’s not that ugly.” His friend laughs.

“No, no… She’s taken.” //Describe more stuff “And I assure you, you cannot compete against him.”

Oh, Those Summer Nights