@smartmouthedfereldan / smartmouthedfereldan.tumblr.com
“I have nothing to declare except my genius.”
“So… you have nothing to declare.”
“You could try to be smart. It’s slightly harder than being nice, but it would really make my being nice easier.”
“I’m a lot smarter that you take me for, you know.”
“Go on. Ask me anything. If I get it right, you owe me an apology. Or maybe a kiss. Whichever is easier for you. See? You get options.”
“I have nothing to declare except my genius.”
“So… you have nothing to declare.”
“You know, you could at least try to be nice. It’s not hard.”
[ hi i managed to remember my password so im not gone just yet ]
[ again, u asked for this ]
Hi my name is Shane Hawke and I have short red hair that reaches my jawline and cloudy blue eyes like the sky on a rainy day and a lot of people tell me I look like the Hero of Ferelden (AN: if u don't know who they are get da hell out of here!). I'm not related to Garrett Hawke but I wish I was because he’s a major fucking hottie. I have pale skin with like. A billion freckles. I'm also a rogue, and I try to get into literally everyone's pants in Kirkwall where I babysit a bunch of delinquents and try to keep this stupid fucking city from burning to the ground (I'm 25). I'm a Champion (in case you couldn't tell) and I wear mostly red. I love that one market stall in Hightown with the really nice socks and I buy all my clothes from there. For example today I was wearing an armored tunic with way too many straps and bird skulls for some weird fucking reason and pants with more goddamn straps, like ten more straps and armored boots with you guessed it more straps. I was wearing some really nice eyeliner I borrowed from Isabela. I was walking outside Hightown. It was snowing and raining so there was no sun, which I was very happy about. A lot of Templars stared at me. I put up my middle finger at them.
"Hey Shane Hawke!" shouted a voice. I looked up. It was... Inara Panthin!
Based on the infamous “MY IMMORTAL” bad fic of Harry Potter fandom. Put your character in the generator then paste the description. Tag 5 or more people on whomever you wanna see be ‘My Immortalized’. B)
TAGGED BY: @commanderhopeless TAGGING: god i dont even know i want everyone to do this
Otp: love me dead, a photoset.
"I have a riddle for you -- what's hot, sweet, and about to take all her clothes off and ravish you if you answer the riddle correctly?"
“Please tell me it’s you because if it’s someone else this is going to be very VERY awkward.”
"I brought a box of activities to help us have fun. You know what they say -- do crafts, not drugs!"
“Who says that? Clearly they’ve never done drugs. Or crafts. Or better yet, crafts and drugs at the same time.”
“I’m hoping I know what you mean, because the last time we had that miscommunication was a little awkward. Nathaniel still won’t look me in the eyes.”
“That’s because Nathaniel has something that you and I don’t have - dignity. Which is lame.”
“And I mean sex.”
|| drabble for @smartmouthedfereldan
“Hey, come here.”
She catches him by surprise – snaring his hand as he tries to pass by her to… wherever it is he goes at night, disappearing for a few hours after dinner and only dragging himself back as the sun hid behind the horizon line. It had been his nightly ritual for some time now; Anders was too consumed with plans and reports and Justice to notice, and Nathaniel is grateful for silence however it comes to him.
“What’s going on, Inara?” Shane almost seems nervous when she pulls him into her “bedroom” (or what passes for one, now. It’s a room, and she sleeps in it, though a ‘bed’ is not involved, a pile of furs in the corner giving enough cushion for what little sleep she gets on the run.) “Hey, is everything okay? Did I do something–?”
Before he can finish the question, she’s got her fingers in her hair, her body pressed to his for a long, slow kiss. It takes all of a half-second for him to get into it, his arms circling around her, pulling her closer despite the stiff heat that surrounds them. He’s used to this – sex is as welcome a distraction as any while they twiddle their thumbs and hide from the Templars. But she stops him when he tries to slip his hands beneath her shirt, and leaves him puzzled.
“How are you?” she asks him then, her lips grazing his as she looks up into his eyes. “You’ve been quiet. How are you doing?”
“Fantastic,” he answers, capturing her lips again just after with an eager little smirk twisting them beneath hers.
But she stops him again, and he looks confused again. There’s a pause, then – it must be the angle, because for a moment, the two manage to see each other’s faces beneath those masks they wear – him tired, sad, and a little bit broken, and her concerned, caring. It only lasted a moment, but that moment was enough. She’d had her suspicions, but now she knew.
She doesn’t ask him again how he is; he’ll only lie. Instead, she pulls him close and whispers, “I want to play a game with you. For every nice thing you say about yourself, I’ll give you a kiss. Okay?”
He tries it once, twice. “I have nice hair. I’m hilarious.” She kisses his lips. “I look great naked.” This time, she kisses his chin. “You missed,” he says.
“Oh, the kisses go down as you get nicer,” Inara answered, and for a moment,
Shane looked too surprised and… excited. He tried it a few more times. “I can jump really high. I’m flexible. I give good head. I’m gentle!” The kisses trailed down his chin, his neck, lingered on his collar bone, and she could feel that he approved of this plan. But then he said, “What happens when I run out of good stuff?”
“You won’t run out of stuff,” Inara told him, pushing her fingers through that ridiculous tangle of too-long red hair as she regarded him with a more serious tone. Again, she saw that flicker in his eyes – a crack in the veneer, a little plea for anyone to notice the shadows that passed over his face. Then, softer, she said, “If you forget… I’ll help you.”
“Okay,” he said. “I’ll try.”
“Okay,” she smiled. And kissed him.
“No fair! I already got past my lips!” he objected; she only groaned.
Inara didn’t know what to say, so she said nothing, slipping into bed beside Shane in the dark. She settled her tired body down next to his in those soft, cotton sheets, the bruises and bumps and blood on her body soothed as soon as they made contact with the archer’s skin, her aches and ails calmed when he rolled over all sleepy, hair still a mess, and held her, arms wrapping gingerly around her, fingers careful to avoid the minefield of flinches that awaited across the expanses of her skin they so loved to roam.
Apparently, the lack of words was mutual. Shane offered nothing from his lips but a soft kiss against an unmarred spot on her jaw. For a time, they held each other in silence, and it almost seemed good enough.
"It wasn’t supposed to be like this, you know,“ she said finally, watching the first fires of sunlight trace their way over the archer’s shoulder and cheek. She touched the little slivers of light, the perfect little illuminations, and thought something terribly poetic about how like sunlight her lover was – beautiful, warming, constant, and something she was terrified of losing forever, when her Calling finally came. "Falling in love with you was never the plan.”
"Then thank the Maker you’re shit at plans,“ Shane mumbled, flashing a sleepy little smile as he tried mostly unsuccessfully to wipe the sleep from his eyes. She kissed him hard, her hands slipping down beneath his sheets, and he made a happy little noise in his throat, shivering beneath her.
"Do you want to…?”
"What do you think?“ he chuckled, guiding her hand down just a little lower until he let out a breathy little moan. When she chided him for not giving a real answer, he said, "Yeah.”
"Hands off,“ she said when he tried to hold her, shrugging his touch off as she crawled on top of him. "Too many ows for touching. Just lay back.”
"And you say I’m charming,“ Shane snorted, but folded his hands behind his head like he was reclining nonetheless. "As you wish, ride away.”
"Weird,“ Inara said, but kissed him again anyway. "Thank you, Shane.”
"No, thank you.“
*rips sheets off to reveal the heelys are still on* I fucking lied the swag never stops
[ was excited for .2 seconds when a specific character blog followed me but i checked out their page and one of their last posts was their character talking about physically assaulting and beating anders.... well that’s the worst one yet, i’ll give them kudos for that ]
She liked to tease him when he got like this, desperate enough to kiss her off-balance, tongue leading for his lips like a high school student on prom night. She liked to make him lean back, pressing her kisses hard and gripping his nice, firm behind to hold his hips nestled close against hers until he began to waver, then pull back all at once, watch his face as the flashes of surprise and alarm passed over it. She never let go, never let him tip, and his response was a wild grin and another passionate, firm kiss when he regained his balance.
Shane Hawke was one of the few lovers Inara had ever had who did not put his ego between them. The rush she got from those moments was unique – and it was terrifying. He loved her unselfishly, unfettered by brief flashes of embarrassment that would make her other partners go cold. As long as she wasn’t cruel or undeservedly cold, he was warm and soft and playful.
"I don’t deserve you,“ she told him as soon as their lips parted the next time, Shane’s lips still split in a giddy grin as his hands slid down her sides. She had meant to say something sexy, purr it into the skin of his neck and enjoy the feel of him shivering in her arms. But rough truth came out instead, scraping along her throat like a frog trying to climb up out of hibernation through bone-dry soil.
"I don’t like it when you say things like that,” was the response, Shane’s hand coming up to cup her cheek, cradle her head as his big, bright eyes burned into hers, all full of warmth and passion. “Call me an idiot and tell me to beg. I like that.”
"I’m the idiot,“ Inara said instead. She’d apologized a hundred times for her behavior when they’d first met; she could apologize a hundred more times without feeling like she’d done enough.
But Shane was having none of that tonight. "Does that mean I get to make you beg?” he whispered, breath as warm against the skin of her throat as the tease of his fingers along the waistband of her pants.
"You can try,“ she chuckled.
"Challenge accepted.”
Commission for the ever so patient @mercenarysexuality of her Warden Inara and a friends Shane Hawke having a cute personal moment~
!!!!Look!!!!! At it!!!! Behold its beauty!!!! I love this so much. There are no words.
This is my dork and @smartmouthedfereldan, bein’ babes and makin’ eyes at each other.
this is so beautiful ;____; i cry........ thank you so much, i love it!!!!
Xander x Inara x Shane, 30
//idr what prompt thing this was so have a random drabble instead
“I want one,” Inara commented, eyebrows raised as she watched Shane finish prying open and climbing into the window he had just finished scaling a wall via a trash can, drain pipe, and assorted window ledges to get to. Her eyes were lit with the warm, still-smoldering ember-like glow Xander had grown all too accustomed to being warmed by late at night.
“Why?” Xander couldn’t have sounded more unimpressed if he’d tried – mostly because he was already trying pretty incredibly hard. “You’ve had lovers like that.”
“When?” If Inara noticed Xander’s irritation(she did), she paid it no mind, listening instead until, at length, the front door of the mansion they’d been attempting to… investigate rattled, and then popped open to reveal the redhead’s smiling face.
“He’s just another rogue,” was Xander’s terse answer, staring even harder at Inara with disapproval every second she stubornly refused to look at him looking at her.
“Yeah, but… strawberry flavored. And flexible.”
“So what.” Not a question; a challenge. Convince me. But there was no convincing Xander Cousland in the field; wearing armor on his body was like stuffing bricks in his ears and building a wall in front of his groin. She’d get to him later, in the dark, when his ego was tucked away beneath his pillow and the only thing he had to listen to was the soft sound of her voice.
For now, she only smiled at him – and despite his expectation for later irritation causing him to frown a little harder, he had to admit he was interested to see exactly how she was planning to persuade him this time.
