aaaah thank u <3<3 didn’t have enough brain juice for the two........

50.putting a hand over the other’s mouth to shut them up

The back of his head hits the tree, but before a whimper could espace from his mouth, it's shoved back by a delicate hand. White eyes meet red, and he wants to bark. A gloved hand upon his lips, a pretty little thing all pressed against him, how funny. He thought about this an awful lot, lately.

- You following me now, puppy ?

He shoud bite her fingers off. Luckily for her, she removes her hand.

- You shouldn't be here. If Cassius sees you... - Oh my, got a date with your little demon boyfriend ? How sweet. - What, you're jealous ? Don't be, you know you're my favorite.

Or maybe he should bite her tongue off.

Fenris and Hawke coming up! @dadrunkwriting

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Hawke stared at the ground, willing the cobblestones to cease their swirling movements so she could stand up again.

“Why?” she asked her companions who she had to assume were still standing somewhere near her. “Why would you go along with that plan?”

There was a scuffling of feet, a pointed silence, and Fenris answered. “I trusted you.”

Isabela had a lot of experience in certain fields. More experience than one should have, according to some people. She’d heard every innuendo and come on and subtle invitation known to man- dwarf- elf- and possibly qunari-kind. And not just in relation to sex; she’d once had a conversation about the weather than ended with a shipment of Orlesian wine in Darktown and bag of gold in Isabela’s pockets. If she had pockets. But Isabela also knew people. She knew that those conversations required appropriate context, for both parties to be on the same page. And some people weren’t reading from the right book, let alone the page.

So when Merrill told Isabela that she had “a special birthday present” for her, and to come by her house that night, Isabela knew, knew that the first thing that popped into her head was not what Merrill meant. Merrill didn’t know what Merrill meant.

...is what Isabela had been very sure of, right until this moment.

“Do you not like it?” Merrill asked, face creasing in worry. She looked down at herself, at the gauzy silks and bright ribbons. “They told me this was the one that looked best on me. And I got it your favorite color. Unless- is this not your favorite color anymore?”

Isabela shook her head, a smile spreading wide across her face.

@varghaxa -- I AM SO SO SORRY but yes, like I said in my earlier post answering your questions and talking about my Regency AU fic “A Chance Engagement”, there absolutely WAS going to be a Bethany/Sebastian subplot but I had to drop it because there were already so many other romantic subplots and the fic is going to be long enough! 😂  But I hinted at it in Chapter 5 of ACE, even if I later decided to drop it after publishing that chapter, and left the reader to headcanon whatever they wanted regarding Bethany’s fate. 

Like I said, I was going to pull out the Regency AU Bethany/Sebastian into its own story in that universe -- I think in Chapter 5 I alluded to Prince Sebastian Vael (Duke of Starkhaven) enjoying a “brief flirtation” with Miss Bethany Hawke until a tragedy befell his family and he departed Kirkwall abruptly to take care of business, and the nobles of Hightown and Lady Leandra all wondered why Bethany was so serene about it, rather than being disappointed a courtship had not been pursued further. It was because she was secretly engaged to the man 😄  and I felt it would be good to explore that in a separate fic! Well, until I didn’t write it 😂 

OMG TY!!  These flowed out of me. No beta so there may be mistakes. THIS IS NOT MY HAWKE!!  It belongs to @zuendwinkel, but I’m borrowing him to help me find the character for a fic I’m working on for them <3:

Fenris was an attractive man. Anyone would be lying if they tried to claim otherwise, and Eric Hawke was not one to lie. From the moment the elf had walked down the steps of the Kirkwall Alienage, slaver blood dripping from his hand, Eric had been attracted. And that was all it was, attraction to the physical appearance. And for that very reason, Eric kept those feelings to himself.  Fenris had already been the object of lust at the hands of his former master. Eric could never, would never, do the same to him.

But now, watching Fenris, something felt different. But Eric wasn’t sure what. 

They were on the Wounded Coast, having fought off some qunari a short time ago. Camp had been set up. Merrill was cooking while Varric wrote in his book - no doubt a fluffed up account of how Hawke had fought in the battle. Eric had gone in search of Fenris to let him know that dinner was nearly ready.

And that’s how he found the elf here, kneeling down to look at flowers of all things. Here was a warrior so fierce he could literally rip a man’s heart out, but at this moment he was taking in the beauty of flowers. Eric watched in silence as Fenris gently touched the flower petals before taking a sniff of it’s fragrance. There was something beautiful about watching him be at peace. Danarius was still out there somewhere, Fenris was nowhere near safe, but in this moment he seemed calmer than Eric had ever seen him.

Eric felt an overwhelming urge suddenly to kiss him, just to see if it would make Fenris smile. The thought made his heart thrum loudly. Loud enough that he feared that Fenris may hear it. Not wanting to ruin Fenris’ moment of peace, Eric silently turned back to camp. As he walked, he tried to make sense of the unexplained butterflies in his gut and the urge to smile for no reason. This couldn’t mean...could it?

(Hawke + Companions Ask Meme)

Sebastian #1: “How did your Hawke respond to Sebastian’s devout faith? Were they Andrastian themselves?”

With a bare face and hair grown out into a thick mop,Sebastian almost didn’t recognize Hawke in the Chantry’s garden. It had been nearlytwo months since the death of her mother now, and this was the first he’d seenher outside of her estate. Initially he was overjoyed to see her outside,getting some sunshine after all this time. But then he watched her lean herforehead against the memorial wall, tears dripping from face.As a Brother in the Chantry, Sebastian had been coached on consolingthe grieving, and done so many times. So why was it so hard to think of theright words for a friend?Hawke must have seen or heard his approach, as she liftedher head and spoke before he could. “Did you put this up?”Sebastian nodded. “I did.” It felt like the least he coulddo to put a remembrance up for her, not having been there for Hawke when ithappened. “I wish I had the chance to know more of your mother, Hawke. Fromwhat I knew of her, she was a remarkable woman.”“She was a bitch.” Sebastian jumped slightly at the unexpectedreply. “And she always hated a part of me, thought I was cursed… but I lovedher, and I…”“It’s okay, take your time,” Sebastian encouraged, seeingHawke start to choke on her tears.“..I never got to tell her… I forgive her…”Sebastian smiled softly. “You just did.”“What?”“Your mother is at the side of the Maker now, Hawke. He willcarry your thoughts to her, where she will hear your forgiveness and resteasier.”Dalia scrunched up her face, and shook her head into hersleeve to wipe away the tears. When she looked at Sebastian again, it was in anger.“You don’t know that. Nobodyknows that.”“I have faith.”“Well I don’t,” she half growled. “I’m happy for you Sebastian,really I am, that you can comfort yourself with the idea of a god watching overyou. But if my life has taught me anything, it’s that the Maker doesn’tgive a shit about me. So I don’t give a shit about Him. In fact, He can meet mein the fucking Bone Pit, and we’ll see who’s really all-powerful.” A couple ofChantry Sisters passing by gasped, overhearing this. Not that Hawke made any effortto keep her voice down. “Give me one good reason why I should believe the Makerlistens to a thing I say.”“I cannot,” Sebastian shook his head. “That is something youneed to find yourself.”It was obviously not the reaction she was expecting. Dalia’sglare lessened, and she turned to look at the wall again. Sebastian stood ather side in silence. Perhaps that was better than words anyway.

Sebastian #5: “Was your Hawke friendly or hostile towards Sebastian and why?”

I think the two things I’ve written for other prompts with Sebastian now already answer this one. They consider each other to be friends, and support each other even through tough times.