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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.