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I have a sickness and the only cure is more happy family art

(This is how i stay awake during meetings at work)



Fenris and Liz and Kiley for Billini

Artwork by @nazgullow

Please may I have F!Hawke/Fenris, A?


A – Fire, flames, or
excessive heat

The scream tears through the walls, and he’s on his feet
before the last dying note has trembled from her lips, halting just beyond the
doorway when the sight roots his feet to the floor.

Their youngest is sobbing – their eldest, stiff-backed and startled, eyebrows
singed and eyes wide, and hands lifted in a gesture that is half in surprise,
half for protection. But there’s no damage, only the lingering smell of woodsmoke,
and that familiar, acrid tinge that follows large and unfiltered bursts of magic.

“What on earth–”

And then Hawke is there, pausing only a moment before striding past him, hands searching
out the rigid shoulders of their eldest, a soothing touch pressed against a small back. She murmurs something, a low word Fenris does not catch, but
the boy nods, and moves out of the way without protest.

Hawke does not touch their youngest, but sits down on her
knees, a mother’s patience but a mage’s understanding in the set of her shoulders, and
Fenris knows she’s been here before.

“Kit,” she says, the endearment softer than anything he’s
ever heard her say. “Sweetling, you have to breathe.”

She does then – a great, heaving gasp that dissolves to a
sob, and then Hawke is reaching out, pushing a singled lock of dark hair out of
a sweat-slicked brow.

“Oh, you are fire, alright,” she says, laughter low and old as she reaches to wipe the tears off their youngest’s rose-flushed cheeks. “But no
harm done,” she adds, long and slender fingers enveloping those unbearably small hands.
The girl jerks, but stills when it’s clear her mother has not been burnt.

A sniffle, and a nod that is poorly convincing, but
the furious clench of her fingers has loosened in her mother’s gentle grip.

She looks up then, blue eyes trembling with tears lifting past where Hawke kneels, to Fenris in the doorway.

“Da,” she says, simply, and he’s opened his arms before
she’s taken a single step.

No hesitation, and he’s been burnt before. Not just singed but
burnt – scorched from the inside out, fire in his veins and his bones and under his skin and he’d never thought he could handle the touch of a mage again, before Hawke; before his daughter who clings now, lace sleeves fringed and soot-stained around
her small hands – small hands carrying terrible power, but he fears none of it
in her touch.

He curls a hand in her hair – her mother’s hair, dark where it
slips around his fingers with ease – but her fright still sits, a rigid tension in once-unburdened shoulders.

“Well,” Hawke says, rising to her feet. A fond ruffle to their son’s hair, to hide the way her hands are shaking. “That wasn’t so bad.”
And it’s a humour for their daughter’s benefit, Fenris knows, when she adds,
rubbing a thumb against a pale, lightly singed brow, “When I first discovered my
magic I burnt my father’s beard clean off.”

The sound that falls against his shoulder is equal parts sob
and laugh, and he finds Hawke’s eyes over the top of their daughter’s head. And there’s fear there, Fenris sees, in the press of her mouth; her smile too stiff for the carefree ease it suggests.

“Then it’s a good thing I don’t have one,” Fenris says,
and marvels only briefly at the years that have made it possible to say those
words so lightly, because what’s far more important is the tremulous but earnest laugh
it prompts below his ear, and the small arms tightening around his neck.

And his wife’s smile, settling into one he knows; gratitude in the loose curve of her mouth, but not surprise. Because they’ve been fighting their battles together for years, and this one will be no different.


Dear family by Purple-Meow @purplemeow12345


So, I’m finally gonna share my commission from siriusdraws I got a few months ago (I think it was in May, I lose track of time). But yeah! It’s of my rogue Hawke, Fenris and their son~ Thank you again! I still adore this picture sooooo much!!!

I don’t know if your still doing the kissing prompt thing, but if you are maybe, “exhausted parent kiss” with hawke and fenris? Please and Thank you


you didn’t specify fic or sketch but i went with sketch :’) such a cute prompt!! ahhhh thank you for this!!! ^_^


Fenris with his baby daughter (Ceara Hawke)

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