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[hollyand-writes]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

IT’S DONE. IT’S FINALLY FUCKING DONE. 

Title: Table For Two  Rating: Teen and Up Audiences Fandom: Dragon Age 2 Pairings: Fenris/Male Hawke Word count: 3,785    Additional Tags: Modern!AU, Fluff, Blind Date, Background Carver/Merrill, Carver Hawke, Bethany Hawke, Fenris POV    

Summary: Modern-day London!AU. Fenris has been set up on a blind date by his friend, Bethany Hawke, with her older brother Garrett. Fenris reluctantly agrees to the date, not expecting anything to come of it… but soon realises how wrong he was.

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By request, a re-telling of ‘Bright Lights, Big City, Blind Date’ from Fenris’s point of view. (Several months late -- sorry about that.)

6 P.M. Fenris frowned at the digital clock at the front of the black taxi he was in; he would be running late for this blind date, thanks to London’s rush-hour traffic. The taxi driver seemed pleasant enough; the congestion on the roads, however, was definitely not. Why hadn’t he left earlier? Why had he left this so late?

The Shard loomed before them like a glass pyramid that had been stretched beyond its limits, rising so much higher than all the other buildings around it to stab the sky with its topmost point, large enough to look so tantalisingly close while still being so frustratingly far away. The lights behind some of its glass panels were starting to flicker on as dusk fell over the city, the same way the streetlamps were being lazily roused into life by the coming night. Fenris glared at the skyscraper, as if it was the source of all his trouble, and turned his attention back to the cab driver.

‘Is there an alternative route we can take?’

The cab driver met Fenris’s eye in the rear-view mirror before he replied in a chirpy Cockney accent. ‘Coupla yards down the road, mate, and I can turn off an’ try some of the side streets? Might cost you a bit extra, but no more than a fiver.’

Fenris nodded his assent. ‘That’ll do.’

Curse this… this blind date that Bethany had set him up on. Bethany was fast becoming a very good friend of his, something Fenris was grateful for in this vast, bustling yet sometimes lonely city, and it was proving impossible to say no to her on many things. Including when she’d offered to set Fenris up on a blind date with her brother.

‘I am not interested in Carver,’ Fenris had told her flatly.

‘No no no, not Carver, silly,’ Bethany had chided him. ‘My older brother Garrett. You haven’t met him, but I think you’ll get on, if nothing else. Here, here’s a picture…’ 

The man Bethany showed him, Fenris had to admit, was handsome. Very handsome. 

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"When he smiled the girls went wild"~

[hollyand-writes]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Title: Bright Lights, Big City, Blind Date Fandom: Dragon Age 2 Pairing: Fenris/Male Hawke Rating: Teen and Up Word count: 1,689 words Other Tags: Bethany Hawke, Carver Hawke, Modern!AU, Fluff

Summary: Modern-day London!AU. Garrett Hawke is a successful businessman who has it all… all except a man in his life. Until Bethany sets him up on a blind date with Fenris.

He thought he’d never see Fenris again after the date. He was wrong. 

Written for @awritingpen as part of @daficswap. I apologise that this was so much shorter than I wanted -- I struggled with a suitable AU, then I got so snowed under with deadlines etc this was all I had time for! Hope you like it! 

Night was falling, and the city below glittered to life. Garrett Hawke sighed as he looked out of the window over London, watching the last of the fiery orange sunset glowing in the west while the lights at street level flickered on, scattering pinpricks of light and colour over the blackening ground. Glass buildings crowded in the city’s heart illuminated with the lights of the offices within, while the traffic could barely be seen from the tall building Hawke himself was in, save for moving dots of light. The River Thames snaked thick and dark through the middle of it all, itself lined with yellow street lights and interrupted by rail and road bridges from one bank to the other.

His date was late, and Hawke was worried he wouldn’t show up at all. Here he was, sitting at the table of this expensive fancy restaurant, watching the city from on high and wondering if this blind date Bethany had set him up on was one of the tiny dots bustling around below.

Bethany had decided he needed to get over his ex by now. And had found him what she said was ‘the perfect man’. Which was why Hawke was here in the first place.

Well. The perfect man wouldn’t stand him up. Hawke was sure of that.

Someone cleared their throat, and Hawke, startled, looked up at a shock of white hair and deep green eyes framed by thick black eyebrows in a handsome, but guarded, face.

‘You are Garrett Hawke?’

‘I am,’ Hawke replied, stunned at the man’s sudden presence, and even more stunned at the deep voice that emerged from the slender, almost delicate-looking man in front of him; a man that was wearing a suit that was as dark as his eyebrows and which—Hawke belatedly noticed—fit him very, very well.

‘Fenris,’ the white-haired stranger introduced himself.

‘Ah,’ Hawke said. ‘I mean—sorry, where are my manners?—lovely to meet you.’

The man—Fenris—inclined his head ever so slightly, and sat down. Hawke cringed inwardly; he should have stood up to greet his date. Maybe even shaken hands. Or something. Anything other than gaping at him like an idiot.

‘I apologise for my lateness,’ Fenris rumbled, folding his napkin into his lap. ‘I took a taxi from elsewhere in the city.’

‘Well, that’s rush hour traffic for you,’ Hawke answered; the other man’s gaze was fixed on him so earnestly and unblinkingly he found it unnerving. ‘No need to worry. I was about to order some wine, actually. White or red?’

Fenris looked up at him through his heavy white fringe of hair, green eyes smouldering so intensely that Hawke gulped.

‘Red.’

Hawke loosened his tie. It had suddenly got very hot in here. 

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