Happy Friday! How about “You’re breathtaking” for Fenhawke?
Thank you so very much for this ask x3 I had something romantic in my mind, but when I started writing, I remembered the first time I encountered Fenris in DA2, so this came out instead.
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Pairing: Fenris/male Hawke
Rated: T (only because of blood)
Length: 519
There could have been many words he could’ve uttered when he watched the blood-covered elf step down the stairs, but he never knew why the following sentence had escaped his lips instead.
“You’re breathtaking.” Hawke couldn’t pry his eyes from the still faintly glowing eyes. He didn’t even notice the baffled faces of his companions as they looked at him in disbelief from behind him.
What he noticed, however, was the slight arch in the elf’s dark brows when he came to a halt before him, cocking his head to the side in slight irritation.
“I apologise.” He chose to ignore the strange remark obviously as he paced around them. “When I asked Anso to provide a distraction for the hunters, I had no idea they’d be so numerous.” the elf added, his voice so smooth it baffled Hawke.
By the Maker, he had just watched this man tearing a heart out of a chest. That act alone should alert all his senses.
But he was a Hawke, and all he could think about was how beautiful the elf’s skin looked as the moonlight fell onto it and how the white hair fell so smoothly into his face. Not to mention the graceful way he moved around Hawke and his party.
“I…” he coughed as his voice gave way. “I take it they were looking for you?”
“Correct.” The elf’s green eyes studied him as he turned around. There didn’t seem to be any more hidden hunters waiting to ambush them. “My name is Fenris. These men were imperial bounty hunters. Hired to reclaim a Magister’s lost property. Namely myself.”
Hawke took only half the words in as he studied Fenris, getting lost in the green eyes and smooth lips as they moved.
He had never seen a man more beautiful or terrifying, but he couldn’t betray the fast pace his heartbeat took upon as it threatened to burst through his ribcage. There just was something about him.
“So, you needed help taking them out, I take it? So you hired Anso, who hired us?” Varric concluded since Hawke hadn’t been moving, the mage's lips moving like a fish gasping for water.
“Correct. I couldn’t face them alone, and thankfully, Anso chose wisely.” Fenris's lips twitched as he spoke his praise.
It wasn’t truly a smile, but enough to take Hawke’s breath away again. He realised it might have been that infamous love at first sight, which probably was a bit strange, considering the elf was still covered in his enemy's blood.
But honestly, that wouldn’t be the first strange thing Hawke ever felt or did.
“If they were slavers, then they deserve their fate.” Hawke tried to sound smooth but failed. At least Varric’s face told him so. “So what happens now?”
“They’re not the only ones in town. There will be more. Besides, ” Fenris ducked beside one of the corpses, face turning into a sneer. “It’s as I thought. Their Master accompanied them. I need to confront him before he finds me first.”
Fenris paused for a moment, eyes studying Hawke.
“And I could use some help.”
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I wish you all a very nice weekend with a soft morning kiss between Hawke and Fenris ! I was like coming home, drawing them again so I hope you'll like the drawing !
The joy of finding an old forgotten WIP in my files haha ! Fenhawke will still have the place n°1 in my heart ! ♡
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Hello! How about “sleepy kisses” from the kiss prompts for anyone you’re feeling tonight?
Happy Friday x3 Thank you for the lovely prompt. I know it's short but I felt it was the right point to end it there x3
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Pairing: Fenris/male Hawke
Rating: G
Lenght: 453
The sunlight was warm as it fell through the curtains and grazed his skin.
He stirred in his sleep, stifling a yawn as his eyes remained closed. He wasn’t ready to get up yet, the soft and warm body beside him offering him the comfort he’d needed for a long time.
Hawke's breathing beside him was even, accompanied by the occasional snore, which made him chuckle.
His eyes dared to open just slightly before they took in the body beside him. Hawke’s black hair was ruffled, his bearded cheek red from where he’d pressed it against the pillow for too long. He looked peaceful.
Mornings like these had been rare, and Fenris was thankful for every second he could spend with the Champion of Kirkwall.
It hadn’t been too long ago that he’d been scared to get too close to someone. Even today, he couldn’t say if that was because he’d never thought anyone could be capable of loving him or if he’d been too scared to lose or hurt them.
He still didn’t know, but Hawke was patient, giving him all the time he needed to figure it out.
It still amazed him that Hawke had been willing enough to take him back after he abandoned him that one night. He still regretted leaving. It had been the toughest choice he’d ever have to make apart from moving in with the ridiculous mage.
But now, he couldn’t be happier to spend the mornings and nights underneath the same sheets.
If only they could lay here for a bit longer.
“Hawke.” Fenris touched the arm of the sleeping man next to him. “Wake up. We have to leave.”
“Hmmm, five more minutes,” Hawke mumbled as he turned in the opposite direction, pulling the bedsheet higher up.
“Oh, No you don’t.” Fenris shook him firmly, going as far as to apply a small smack onto the mage’s cheek to wake him up. This man truly had all the time in the world besides them being on the run ever since unleashing the chaos in Kirkwall.
“You slept long enough, you oaf,” he added firmly as he pulled the sheets away from Hawke’s body.
“Urgh, fine,” Hawke grunted, his voice still sounding sleepy as he turned toward the annoyed elf. But instead of getting up, he reached out with his arms to pull Fenris closer to him, ignoring the snort escaping the elf's lips as their noses touched.
“Just two more minutes then,” Hawke mumbled softly as tired amber eyes opened to look at him fondly. “We can spare two more minutes.”
“Fine.” Fenris harrumphed, his expression soft at the very moment their lips touched sleepily. Maybe they could spare two minutes after all.
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Tadaaa !
It will probably be a sticker and/or a keychain on my shop soon ! I hope you like it cause I missed drawing them a lot ! Srly I love Fenris so much it hurts...
Happy Fenhawke to all !
(Fenris's tattoos shouldn't be so blue... I'll correct it later !).
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