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Cypheroftyr prompted: Fenris/Sebastian, Penance
Oh goodness, ok, so, a few disclaimers. A. This is my first time writing Sebastian to any great extent, well, ever. B. I haven’t had this betaed in the least and C. I don’t think this ended up sticking very closely to what you had intended with Penance, but I was already halfway through writing it when I noticed, so I hope it’s ok. *crosses fingers*
Temptation comes wrapped in black leather and lyrium.
Sebastian dismisses the thoughts easily enough at first – after all, no man within his right mind would claim the elf to be anything less than striking in both appearance and prowess in battle. The mastery Fenris holds over his blade is unprecedented, each thrust and sweeping arch executed with an effortless grace too impressive not to take notice of. It is only natural that he should allow his gaze to linger, to watch the flashes of iridescent light race along the length of his limbs with a sense of awe and appreciation. He tells himself the Maker understands, that his interest is born not from shameful intentions, but innocent curiosity. For a time he even believes the lie himself.
Thank you so much! I love it <3
Fenris has a revelation, and learns how talking can be beneficial to working things out. Zevran and Varania reconnect, as do Anders,Fenris, Aedan and Zevran. Aedan does his best to piss off Knight-Commander Stannard and it goes, oh so every wrong for everyone involved. How does Invictus Hawke fit into all this?
Kinks: Foursome (Anders/Fenris/Zevran/Aedan), D/s, willing sub!Fenris, Spanking
Notes:(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
The elf shot up as a horrible truth dawned on him. He didn’t know how else to act because he’d never seen anything else. The begging for pain, the asking for forgiveness and punishment in the same breath; the harsh words said without care for anyone else and the making up afterward; it was all he’d ever seen in Tevinter.
Danarius had cut him with words in addition to fists and magic. He’d only ever known cruel words that had destroyed and rebuilt him, others in the magister’s inner circle. He’d learned by a horrid example and it was how he’d learned to relate to others. He had no idea how to love Anders, and he’d treated them all that way.
The elf sat up and watched Anders sleep for a while as he turned his thoughts around and around in his mind. It made sense, that he had no other way to be, no other way to behave it stunned the elven warden to realize how unfair he’d been, and how stupid he’d been in trying to be what he couldn’t for the mage.
Fenris’ hand shook as he touched Anders shoulder and tried to get him to wake up. He felt bad about robbing Anders of sleep but he didn’t think he would be able to speak on this if he waited till morning.
“Anders, please wake up. I just realized something important and I need to talk to you.”
Anders groaned and blinked his eyes open. “Wha… What is it?” He croaked.
“I realized why I keep treating you the way that I do and I’m…I wanted to talk. I’m sorry I woke you but I didn’t want to let it go while it’s on my mind.” Fenris looked contrite as he watched his lover struggle to wake up and listen.
“It’s okay,” Anders replied and his voice was creaky from sleep. He sat up and rubbed at his eyes with the heels of his hands. “What did you realize?”
The elf spoke quickly, almost afraid that if he didn’t speak in the moment he wouldn’t have the words later. “That how I treat you, how I am… is because I have only seen Danarius and Hadriana act that way. I have had no other example of how to treat someone else. The way…the way I beg for forgiveness, the asking to be punished is partially how I was trained but also what I learned from them. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry…I have been treating you like I was treated and how they treated me; each other. I don’t…deserve you or your patience. I’m so sorry Anders.”
Fenris looked down and closed his eyes as he waited the mage’s response. He was afraid that Anders would finally realize how unhappy he would be if he allowed their relationship to continue, and realize he needed someone who wasn’t so broken in his life.
“I hate it when you tell me I can hurt you if I want. As if that’s an option I would ever choose,” Anders answered quietly. “I don’t want to punish you, but talk with you. You always seem so adverse to the talking portion and seemingly go out of your way to stop it when it happens.”
“I don’t know how. Talking was always a trap, some way for them to corner me. Pain is temporary; eventually I learned how to take it, and how to avoid it. It’s not easy and it scares me because I don’t know how. I’m …I keep apologizing but I don’t know what else to say. Why did I think I could be what you needed, that I could love you like you want?” Fenris muttered at the end of his venting.
“But there are times I’m not looking for an apology,” Anders said quietly. “Sometimes I just need to talk and gain your input. Sometimes I just need you to hear my side and then speak yours. How else are we to move on from things if that’s not happening?”
“My input was never required, and it was always a circular trap I could not avoid Anders. I know you are not doing that but just talking? Was never an option, it was one of the ways Hadriana abused me when she could no longer use her magic as a weapon. I will try Anders, that’s all I can do now I finally see why I kept running in the same circle of my own idiocy. I should have realized this sooner.” Fenris put his head down on his knees and tried to keep calm, not cave to the urge to use words in the same way they’d been wielded against him.
“It’s all right, love,” Anders assured. “I… It’s hard to know how to act when you’ve never known anything different. Your sister had the love of you and your mother. I had my mother and was lucky enough to be cared for by a few mages in the Circle. You had no one until you came to the wardens.”
This is hawkeward’s fault. We were chatting after I read that ficlet her poet-non wrote her and I mentioned a need for fluff. She mentioned kittens + Fenris; bonus Fenris going to Anders for help and him trying not to laugh. This is the result, so have some fluffy fic. Also Fenders if you squint, stand on your head and blink.
The Care and Handling of Furballs
Fandom: Dragon Age
Summary: Fenris finds kittens in his wine cellar and goes to Anders for help. Hijinks ensue.
Notes: I blame hawkeward for this
The mansion was not the best place he’d ever lived, but even Fenris would not put up with rats in the cellar and his bedroom, nor the larder. Luckily for him, a few cats that had escaped being stew in darktown had found their way into the mansion.
Unluckily for him, they had kittens. The elf wasn’t gentle, well not where others could see him and he certainly had no idea how to care for the tiny puffs of fur that he found milling around when he came through the basement after a late night in the hanged man.
“Stop that racket you…fuzzy thing.” he snarled at the grey and white kitten that had decided he was a good substitute for its mother. The wee cat sat in front of him and mewed until he bent down to poke at it with a gauntlet covered finger.
“What is it?” he said before he seemed to realize he had spoken to the cat as if it could understand him and reply.
Undaunted it used it’s tiny sharp claws to climb his leg until it was plucked off and held up by the scruff of it’s neck.