Artwork by lingering-song.
just beautiful. <3
This artwork goes with a lovely kmeme fill, The Box.
Thank you! Now I have something to read tonight. :D
Oh I didn’t know there were more pics! This is a sexy hot amazing fill! May be my favorite f!hawke/anders ever. XD
Man this story! And the art /swoon
One of the classic Anders fills- a must-read. <3
Oh gosh I loooooved that fill.
OKAY SO. This is actually my first het thing? Also first DA thing. So sorry, it’s kind of terrible. Forgive me. Also it turns out writing for askboxes makes me forget how to format writing. ._.
“Fenris, here, really?” Hawke protests as the lanky elf leads her into a secluded alley near the Hightown market. “Quiet, Hawke. There’s nothing to fear if we don’t get caught.” Long, thin fingers slip under her skirts and hook into her smallclothes, gently pulling them down around her knees. Breathing into Hawke’s neck, Fenris murmurs, “I just need you. Now.” He hikes her skirt up, and grinds his hips into hers. Hawke bites back a moan, and braces herself against the walls of the alley. “Please— don’t make me wait,” Hawke gasps, breath ragged. “Wouldn’t have thought of it,” Fenris reassures her. He plunges fingers into her, confirming her readiness, hot and wet and luscious, the sounds escaping her increasing in desperate neediness. Fenris quickly undoes his trousers, frees his cock and pushes into her in one smooth motion, and Hawke cries out before she can stop herself. Fenris stills, waiting for her to quiet down. “I- I’m all right. Keep going.” With her encouragement, Fenris begins thrusting into her, engulfed in her warm, welcoming heat. Fenris presses against her, and Hawke gives a small moan as she grips the rough stone walls of the alley. Gripping her hips tightly through her skirts, Fenris knows it won’t take long. The thrill of potentially being caught always did have a lovely effect on Hawke.
How did your friends put up with three years of you two making these faces at each other without strangling you or locking you in a room alone together until you stopped being complete and total idiots?
…I suddenly have this vision of Isabela spending the three years arranging for the two of them to wind up in increasingly cliched and improbable situations designed to break the UST. Locked in a closet, trapped in a freezer, waking up next to each other after a night of drinking (and carrying Anders up the stairs in the estate was not easy!)… and Hawke and Anders just don’t get it and keep making doe eyes at each other and yearning. And Isabela is just getting increasingly frustrated and Varric’s all “I told you, Rivaini, you can’t rush these things.”
“THREE YEARS IS NOT RUSHING GAAAAAH”
Had an absolutely awful bloody day at work, but Hawke And Anders Make Everything Better!
I love this, if you stare at it for long enough it’s sort of hypnotic…