Fenbela: Lending Library
You know what, I’m going to stop apologising writing Fenbela because they’re just far too much fun. Some smutty jokes, fluffy feels and general fenbela goodness.
When they’d first learned of his predicament (with some amusement, Fenris suspected, at least on Varric and Isabela’s behalfs), Varric had suggested starting him off with reading children’s tales. But Fenris was not - as he’d reminded them quite pointedly (while at the same time wondering just how drunk Isabela must have gotten Hawke to wheedle the gossip of his illiteracy from the Champion) stupid, nor was he too young to make sense of close-written script or long words; he simply did not know how to link each letter with its associated sound, was not aware of spellings or how to hold a pen.
When he had demonstrated (with painstaking embarrassment) that he could indeed handle books written for adults, it had taken all of three seconds, one spilled drink and a transferal of Isabela’s hips from Varric’s lap to Fenris’s for her to offer to teach him to read from her… personal collection.