WQ

How about something with Fenris and blood magic?

Hi! Happy ThWee!

Chapters: 7/? Fandom: Dragon Age - All Media Types, Dragon Age: Inquisition, Dragon Age (Video Games), Dragon Age II, Dragon Age: Origins Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Cullen Rutherford/Original Female Character(s), Solas/Female Inquisitor Characters: Cullen Rutherford, Solas (Dragon Age), Female Inquisitor (Dragon Age), Leliana (Dragon Age), Morrigan (Dragon Age), Original Elf Character(s) (Dragon Age), Varric Tethras, Lace Harding Additional Tags: Post-Dragon Age: Inquisition - Trespasser DLC, Post-Dragon Age: Inquisition, Sweet Cullen Rutherford, Dragon Age - Freeform, I would give my soul for Cullen, Just another fanfic, dragon age origins - Freeform, Dragon Age Inquisition, Dragon Age 2 - Freeform, slowburn, Relationship(s), Romance, Action/Adventure, Kissing, Spoilers, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Enemies to Lovers Summary:

This is a post dragon age inquisition story, from what I feel happened while the inquisition was looking for Solas.

I started teaching myself how to draw around last year, march, and obviously, I still have a long way to go. Especially when it comes to shadows and proportions, but I do believe I improved a lot from where I originally started.

So this is my lil Sten drawing I made tonight.

Please enjoy

Prompt by: @theelderdemon. @thedasweekend.

“You’re brooding again.” Hawke watched her elf sitting near the fire, a bottle of Antivan wine in his hand, his elbows resting on his knees.  The flames lit up his face, highlighting the tenseness of his jaw. His brows furrowed in only a way that Fenris could achieve. She worried when she found him like this, his mind occupied by troubles that are not his to carry. But at the same time that look made her want to help him forget. Distract him in any way or manner in which pleasure could dominate. She walked towards him. He remained silent but positioned himself back, sitting up straighter as she placed herself on his lap. Instinctively his arm snacked around her waist pulling her closer to his chest. She let her head rest on the nape of his neck, breathing in his scent. A mix of alcohol and wood pine. Her eyes followed the swirls of his lyrium tattoos, their breathing coming into equal rhythm.

“Varric sent me message.” He finally spoke. A sense of relief washed over Hawke. “He made contact with a Dalish associate named Shirallas. Shirallas believes there is a magister that wants to train slaves as mage-killers.”

Hawke sat up straight, Fenris tighten the grip around her waist, not ready to let her go. “Do you believe him?”

“No.” Fenris sighed, he took a sip of his wine from his free hand. “But I do feel like I need to investigate, at best free these slaves from the magisters torment.”

“I agree.” A feeling of dread overcame Hawke; she stared up at the ceiling. “The war truly never ends. Do you wish me to come with you?”

Fenris placed the bottle at his side, freeing his hand. Carefully he cupped the side of Hawke’s face, turning it to him. There eyes locked, starring at each other for what felt like an eternity. He would never get tired of looking into her eyes. “I would wish nothing more than have you at my side at all times Hawke, but I need to do this alone.”

“I understand.” Hawke nodded. “The estate will feel awfully lonely without you here. The bed even lonelier.”

A wicked smile made its way on Fenris’s lips. “Then I suppose we will have make use of it until I leave. As a parting gift.”

“I suppose so.” Hawke smiled back. She threw her arms around his neck, her face inches from his. “I love you.” She whispered.

My first prompt for the week. Thanks to @fadetouchedlurker. @thedasweekend

Sten x Morrigan

“Vashedan! There is no honour sending me down here with this woman.” Sten cursed. The Warden had given the order earlier today to have Sten and Morrigan scout ahead in the deep roads.

“I’ll have you know that you would not find a finer companion than me.” Morrigan smirked. Unbeknownst to Sten, Morrigan had actually requested this assignment, only for the pure pleasure of teasing the stiff Qunari.

Sten did not bother with a reply. The very essence of this woman infuriated him. He tried to avoid her best he can in camp but everywhere he went there she was, loaded with another smug remark or simple humanlike flirting. “Why is it that I can not rid myself of you?”

“For the same reason that every time I turn, I catch your eyes staring at me. Come now Sten, you only need to ask and I shall give you what you desire.” Morrigan was not sure what she wished with the Qunari but the more she went, the more she found herself lusting to tear out his soul.

“I stare at you because you are a venomous viper. The human might not seem to realise what they let lose in their camps, but I know how to watch my enemy when I see one.” Sten halted turning to mage. His eyes locked with hers. There was a fierceness in them that he had only seen in the finest of Qunari warriors.

“Or-” Morrigan stepped closer to the Qunari, her eyes growing fierier with each step. “You admire my venomous side.” Her voice had grown oddly soft; a tense lascivious tone mixed inside of it.

“You do not know what you ask.” Sten was very skilled and familiar with the Qunari act. A strong woman like Morrigan might survive it but she would certainly not be left without a few scars.

“I have encountered far wilder beasts than you Sten.” Only a few inches remained between the woman and Sten. “You know I dream about you and I. Surely there must be some part of you that is aroused, my dear Sten.”

“Parshaara.” A growl escaped him. “I will not satisfy your curiosity, Evataash.”