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[Kitterkat100]

Margaret_TheElf wrote...

Prompt Theme: Push!
Extra Special Blah Blah Blah: FemHawke is named Margaret, she is a rogue, and Carver is alive.

As the smell of chocolate wafted throughout the small house, I imagined what it would have been like if I had been taught how to bake by my mother: we'd all be eating shoe leather rather than the rock like muffins my mother could produce (I was never sure if it was the recipe or her ability to bake).
If I stood still and listened closely, I would be able to hear Carver blissfully snoring from the other end of the house. I, however, was more pre-occupied with another noise; one like the sound of  barefeet going softly through the grass.
     Was Fenris upset with me? He certainley seemed to be earlier when I had handcuffed his wrist to my own as a joke. Varric had laughed, Aveline had smiled, Carver was horrified, but Fenris...the expression in his moss green eys was seemed to be pain, maybe anger. You could hear something in his voice as he quietly asked me to uncuff him.
 A gentle knock on the door had drawn me away from the thoughts I was dwelling upon. Fenris, as I had guessed, was standing in the archway of the door. He politley asked to come in, and his nostrils flared as he came in, his bare feet sliding on the glossy wood floor. I thought he had smelled the muffins.
"You could have one, if you like." I offered, "They're fresh." Fenris shook his head, "No, thank you....is Carver here?"
         "Yes, but he is asleep. Trying to wake him up would be like trying to wake up a boulder with a broken dog whistle."
The faintest smile slightly formed onto Fenris' lips, "Good...I needed to speak with you alone, anyways."
   My throat began to tie itself into a paniced knot. "A-about earlier?" The slender, yet masculine elf turned to face me, "I suppose it may be similar..." and he began to slowly swagger towards me.
I found myself backing away, and I started to stammer, "I-I apologize, my friend. It was extremely unkind of me--"
           My back pressed itself to a solid wall, and I was unable to back up anymore as Fenris drew even nearer.
He now was before me, his shadow looming over. I opened my mouth to speak, when Fenris had abruptly pinned my wrists to the wall, and stooped down to kiss my throat. I was paralyzed with surprise and confusion. His lips slid across my skin to the side of my neck, repeatedly pressing his mouth on and teasing the skin with his teeth. I did not have the strength, nor the willpower to even think about pushing him off; instead, my fingers flaccidly twitched as my heart rate increased.
Fenris was done with my neck, and advanced onto my jawline, and then to my ear, his teeth grazing the lobe.
 I was able to finally breath, before he had reached my mouth, "W-what are you doing?"  He had paused, his warm breath was raggedly filling my ear, sounding as if he was excited as myself.
  "Serving you..." he whispered, leaning his head back only slightly enough to look me in my eyes, "...being your slave." 
             Before I was able to speak anymore, he had released my wrists to put his hands on my face, and pulled himself to me, roughly pressing his warm mouth onto mine, keeping me pinned to the wall with his body.  I could not tell if this was forgiveness, or something....else. Whatever it was at the moment, I cared not.
  So there I was; moving with Fenris as he was as he had me pushed against the wall, the sound of both our racing heart beats drowning the sound of Carver's clueless snores.

thats so....um.....i have no words to decribe this,but i love it:wub:<3<3

[Deliciously-Demonic]

@Margret; SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEE! I can't stop grinning like an idiot! xD



Oooh, I hope Fenris is an LI! Even better, he's just as romantic as, -long, fangirly sigh-, Valen.

[Margaret_TheElf]

Smut? It was labled as smut? I like to think, "Expressing feelings.":innocent:

[Margaret_TheElf]

Darth Vader voice: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!! (a double post.)

[Madame Rose Crimsynn]

@ Margaret



I liked that. Too much. Waaay too much...



*Gets a mop and a bucket to clean up all of the blood from all of the Fengirl nosebleeds as my own begins*

[La_Duchessa]

Margaret_TheElf wrote...

Prompt Theme: Push!
Extra Special Blah Blah Blah: FemHawke is named Margaret, she is a rogue, and Carver is alive.

As the smell of chocolate wafted throughout the small house, I imagined what it would have been like if I had been taught how to bake by my mother: we'd all be eating shoe leather rather than the rock like muffins my mother could produce (I was never sure if it was the recipe or her ability to bake).
If I stood still and listened closely, I would be able to hear Carver blissfully snoring from the other end of the house. I, however, was more pre-occupied with another noise; one like the sound of  barefeet going softly through the grass.
     Was Fenris upset with me? He certainley seemed to be earlier when I had handcuffed his wrist to my own as a joke. Varric had laughed, Aveline had smiled, Carver was horrified, but Fenris...the expression in his moss green eys was seemed to be pain, maybe anger. You could hear something in his voice as he quietly asked me to uncuff him.
 A gentle knock on the door had drawn me away from the thoughts I was dwelling upon. Fenris, as I had guessed, was standing in the archway of the door. He politley asked to come in, and his nostrils flared as he came in, his bare feet sliding on the glossy wood floor. I thought he had smelled the muffins.
"You could have one, if you like." I offered, "They're fresh." Fenris shook his head, "No, thank you....is Carver here?"
         "Yes, but he is asleep. Trying to wake him up would be like trying to wake up a boulder with a broken dog whistle."
The faintest smile slightly formed onto Fenris' lips, "Good...I needed to speak with you alone, anyways."
   My throat began to tie itself into a paniced knot. "A-about earlier?" The slender, yet masculine elf turned to face me, "I suppose it may be similar..." and he began to slowly swagger towards me.
I found myself backing away, and I started to stammer, "I-I apologize, my friend. It was extremely unkind of me--"
           My back pressed itself to a solid wall, and I was unable to back up anymore as Fenris drew even nearer.
He now was before me, his shadow looming over. I opened my mouth to speak, when Fenris had abruptly pinned my wrists to the wall, and stooped down to kiss my throat. I was paralyzed with surprise and confusion. His lips slid across my skin to the side of my neck, repeatedly pressing his mouth on and teasing the skin with his teeth. I did not have the strength, nor the willpower to even think about pushing him off; instead, my fingers flaccidly twitched as my heart rate increased.
Fenris was done with my neck, and advanced onto my jawline, and then to my ear, his teeth grazing the lobe.
 I was able to finally breath, before he had reached my mouth, "W-what are you doing?"  He had paused, his warm breath was raggedly filling my ear, sounding as if he was excited as myself.
  "Serving you..." he whispered, leaning his head back only slightly enough to look me in my eyes, "...being your slave." 
             Before I was able to speak anymore, he had released my wrists to put his hands on my face, and pulled himself to me, roughly pressing his warm mouth onto mine, keeping me pinned to the wall with his body.  I could not tell if this was forgiveness, or something....else. Whatever it was at the moment, I cared not.
  So there I was; moving with Fenris as he was as he had me pushed against the wall, the sound of both our racing heart beats drowning the sound of Carver's clueless snores.

WOW XD ♥♥♥

[La_Duchessa]

Madame Rose Crimsynn wrote...

@ Margaret

I liked that. Too much. Waaay too much...

*Gets a mop and a bucket to clean up all of the blood from all of the Fengirl nosebleeds as my own begins*

Just a few nosebleeds...!
I think you'll need not a bucket, but a [insert word larger than a bucket here]

[Margaret_TheElf]

^ The Grand Canyon? An empty dimension?

@Tashash: Fine, it be Fen smut.

Modifié par Margaret_TheElf, 22 janvier 2011 - 02:49 .

[Tashash]

Margaret_TheElf wrote...

Smut? It was labled as smut? I like to think, "Expressing feelings.":innocent:

But I LOVE smut - it was a compliment!

[Deliciously-Demonic]

I think the devs have a swimming pool filled with the blood we spew from all our massive nosebleeds. then again, I think a lot of things about the devs...particularly Darth Gaider.

[tankgirly]

Ineffable Igor wrote...

What were all the prompts? I'm feeling creative and I dunno where they all are...

This week's prompts, and all the entries can be found here

[Tashash]

Edit.

 By Tank.

Modifié par Tashash, 22 janvier 2011 - 03:02 .

[littlenikki]

Heya guys! Not to go off topic but man is it COLD! Any other Chicago dwellers in da house that can sympathize???

@Margaret Ohh, that was just...lovely. I think I'm gonna have to go back and read it over...a few times...

Oh! And if anyone's interested in Fenris themed music, Scar Tissue by the Red Hot Chili Peppers, and Knights of Cydonia by Muse are both really good ones that I found!

Modifié par littlenikki, 22 janvier 2011 - 03:17 .

[Tashash]

littlenikki wrote...

Heya guys! Not to go off topic but man is it COLD! Any other Chicago dwellers in da house that can sympathize???

@Margaret Ohh, that was just...lovely. I think I'm gonna have to go back and read it over...a few times...

Oh! And if anyone's interested in Fenris themed music, Scar Tissue by the Red Hot Chili Peppers, and Knights of Cydonia by Muse are both really good ones that I found!

I'll trade you for 33 deg. celcius!

Good choices! Go RHCP

I keep thinking All For Believeing by Missy Higgins

[Astoria]

 @ Margaret

DAT SMUT!



I'd love to see this *ahem* expanded upon on a site with a bit more lax censorship rules. 

[Margaret_TheElf]

Wow, that was more popular than I expected!

What kind of bird do you think Fenris would be?

[Tashash]

Astoria wrote...

 I'd love to see this *ahem* expanded upon on a site with a bit more lax censorship rules. 

Fanfiction.net............When the DA2 catergory comes out..........I will be guilty.

[Dr. Doctor]

Curiosity:

Merrill: You know Fenris, your markings remind me of the blood writing of my clan.

Fenris: These marking are different than yours Merrill, they almost killed me.

Merrill: (tracing Fenris' markings with her finger) Getting my blood writing was one of the most painful things I have ever gone through (notices Fenris flinching slightly) I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I didn't know that they still caused you pain... I didn't mean to...

Fenris: (Places hand on Merrill's shoulder) Its alright Merrill, its just phantom pain, my markings are not as painful as they once were.

Merrill: How did you get them?

Fenris: You no doubt have heard the tales of the Magisters of Tevinter. Years ago, I was a slave for one such person. This Magister had an unholy facination for the inner workings of the Fade and sought to bind its power to this realm. Long story short, he decided to burn lyrium into my flesh just to see what would happen.

Merrill: (shocked) No wonder your so distrustful of mages.

Fenris: Merrill, I trust you. Your kind, and carring, you are nothing like my old master, not all who use magic wield it for their own gain, you taught me that.

Merrill: You're just trying to make me feel better aren't you?

Fenris: (Has guilty look on his face)

Merrill: You know, for a quiet guy who fells darkspawn like cordwood, your really sweet. (hugs Fenris)

Fenris: (Wraps arms around Merrill) So are you my dear.

[Madame Rose Crimsynn]

Margaret_TheElf wrote...

Wow, that was more popular than I expected!

What kind of bird do you think Fenris would be?

*Not being extremely serious*

A hawk!

(UcwatIdidthar?)


*Serious*

A falcon. No jokes.

[tankgirly]

Dr. Doctor wrote...

Curiosity:

Merrill: You know Fenris, your markings remind me of the blood writing of my clan.

Fenris: These marking are different than yours Merrill, they almost killed me.

Merrill: (tracing Fenris' markings with her finger) Getting my blood writing was one of the most painful things I have ever gone through (notices Fenris flinching slightly) I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I didn't know that they still caused you pain... I didn't mean to...

Fenris: (Places hand on Merrill's shoulder) Its alright Merrill, its just phantom pain, my markings are not as painful as they once were.

Merrill: How did you get them?

Fenris: You no doubt have heard the tales of the Magisters of Tevinter. Years ago, I was a slave for one such person. This Magister had an unholy facination for the inner workings of the Fade and sought to bind its power to this realm. Long story short, he decided to burn lyrium into my flesh just to see what would happen.

Merrill: (shocked) No wonder your so distrustful of mages.

Fenris: Merrill, I trust you. Your kind, and carring, you are nothing like my old master, not all who use magic wield it for their own gain, you taught me that.

Merrill: You're just trying to make me feel better aren't you?

Fenris: (Has guilty look on his face)

Merrill: You know, for a quiet guy who fells darkspawn like cordwood, your really sweet. (hugs Fenris)

Fenris: (Wraps arms around Merrill) So are you my dear.

:lol::lol:

Filed.

[Deliciously-Demonic]

Prompt: Push

A slightly darker take on a Fen/Lady!Hawke romance. Regardless, I hope you enjoy it.

She feared. Not for him. Or herself. She wasn't afraid of him. Or was she? She bit back the impulse to gasp as her back slammed against the wall. And Fenris knew it. He leaned across, a small smirk playing on his lips, and into Hawke's ear he breathed, "Are you afraid of me?"

"No." She answered quickly.

"Then what are you afraid of?"

"Why would I tell you that?" Hawke replied slowly. "One who allows their enemy knows their fears is a fool."

"And am I the enemy?" she paused. Was he? Did she consider him an enemy, a rival? Not really. She slightly enjoyed this little game of possession and dominance they played. And he enjoyed it far more, she could tell.

"You are not my enemy," Hawke answered. "My feelings for you are the enemy." she smirked as his body siezed at the unexpected answer.

"Foolish human," he chuckled, slipping away from his shock quickly. "Submitting yourself to pathetic emotions."

"You don't fool me, Fenris." Hawke murmured into his ear. "You have emotions, despite that stoic mask you put on for the others."

"You know nothing of my emotions." he spat, pulling away quickly.

"I know you hate. I know you anger. I know you fear." Hawke met his gaze softly. "Do you hate me, Fenris?" He was silent. "I see." she moved to walk past him, but was instantly pushed back against the wall; she winced.

"I don't hate you." he said evenly. "I hate the fact that I can't hate you."

"Then what are your feelings of me?" he was silent again. "Shall I make my own assumptions, then?" Hawke stood on her toes and brushed her lips against his. He flinched back.

"You're pushing your luck, woman."

"Yeah, I do that a lot." she pressed her lips against his once more, and was happily surprised that he didn't pull away again.

[Madame Rose Crimsynn]

@Demonic



*Fountain of blood*



*Feels squished*



*Begins to scribble out what I began in the notebook, and goes back to cleaning up the mess from the nosebleeds*

[littlenikki]

Daaang...lots of Fenris/Hawkette wall slamming going on in the forum tonight. I approve

And Dr. Doctor, your prompt was just plain adorable. While I'm pretty possesive about Fen, even I gotta admit that little snippet might have me pushin for a Merrill/Fenris romance on one of my secondary playthroughs

I'll keep my shoes on...for now

Modifié par littlenikki, 22 janvier 2011 - 03:44 .