Dragon Age Lovers- Day 4, Napping Together
Obviously this prompt had to be some Modern AU Fenhawke-- it’s too perfect. Also nearly the exact opposite to the last LG ficlet I posted, which amuses me. I love this though and I had a lot of fun with it, especially throwing in Anders too, so I hope you enjoy! My tired boys finally get a nap!
Lyrium Ghosts (Modern AU) Garrett Hawke x Fenris
“Fen, I’m home,” Hawke dragged himself over the threshold into the apartment and threw his keys into the bowl by the door. He groaned and pushed both his hands into his hair and shook it vigorously, which was perfectly cathartic and helped him feel slightly less shitty. He’d driven back and forth across Kirkwall all day, juggling a job for Varric and one for Elegant that sent him to opposite ends of the city-- twice. He was, simply put, done with the day. “Do you think I can bill a client for gas money?”
“Depends on the client,” Fenris answered drily. Hawke stepped out of the entryway and found his partner perched at the kitchen breakfast bar, book in one hand and a mug in the other. Fenris immediately broke into an amused smirk when he saw Hawke’s hair, and it filled Garrett’s chest with warmth. “Well. That’s certainly a look.”
“You think? I wear this shirt all the time, but thanks.” He found himself grinning back, which sort of ruined what was supposed to be a deadpan response.
“Your hair, idiot,” Fenris had that soft look in his eyes, the one he always got when he used his favorite term of endearment for his boyfriend. Hawke leaned over the counter to brush a kiss against the elf’s cheek, and Fenris took advantage to smooth down his hair. “Mad scientist springs to mind. Or maybe just mad.”
“Probably,” Garrett let him fuss for a moment before interrupting to kiss Fenris properly, and suddenly his long day was forgotten. “Fenris-- will you be the Igor to my Dr. Frankenstein?”
Fenris rolled his eyes, but one corner of his mouth was still curved up in a smile. “That may be the most romantic thing you’ve said to me, Hawke.” He brushed down Hawke’s hair again, but the gesture was one of tenderness rather than trying to fix it.
“That’s me. Connoisseur of romance.” Fenris chuckled softly and pressed a kiss to the scar on the bridge of his nose. Garrett would have happily melted under the warmth and affection of Fenris’ touches, but he was still leaning over the counter and it wasn’t the most comfortable position. “Come sit with me, I can be romantic on the couch, too.” His back protested when he stood up straight, reminding Hawke of how tired he was. He trudged into the living room and half-sat, half-fell onto the couch, quickly kicking off his boots. Garrett leaned into the corner of the couch with a groan, one arm thrown over the back and one leg up on the couch, the other on the floor.
Fenris came in after, mug abandoned in the kitchen but with his book still in hand. “Are you alright?” He tucked himself against Hawke’s chest and shoulder in the space created, pulling his feet onto the couch.
Garrett wrapped his arm around Fenris and smiled, pressing a kiss to his white hair. He loved getting to hold Fenris close and cuddle him like this. “Mhm, had a long day is all. Better, now. How was your day, love?”
He hummed and leaned back into Hawke’s chest, pillowing his head in the crook of the larger man’s shoulder. “Largely uninteresting, yet tiring. I am glad to have you home.”
Garrett nudged Fenris’ temple with his nose until he turned his head, then kissed him softly. It was lazy and slow, and Fenris tasted like the coffee he’d had earlier, and it was perfect. “Love you,” Hawke mumbled, their foreheads pressed together.
“And I you,” Fenris whispered back, pressing another gentle kiss to the stubble on Hawke’s jaw before settling back into his shoulder and opening his book. Feeling extremely content, Garrett nuzzled Fenris’ hair and pillowed his cheek on the man’s head before abruptly yawning. “Don’t fall asleep on me.” Apparently Fenris noticed.
“That’s rich, seeing as you’re the one currently using me as a pillow.” He yawned again.
Garrett couldn’t see it, but he could picture Fenris raising those dark eyebrows in response. “I’m not the one in danger of falling asleep.”
“Neither am I, so we’re even.”
Anders sighed. He’d texted Hawke half an hour ago and still hadn’t heard back. It was one of the semi-periodic ‘eat dinner with Hawke and Fenris nights,’ or as Hawke liked to put it, ‘feed the starving stray cat night.’ Hawke had texted him earlier that afternoon to come over around 7, and it was now 7:30. So he should have been off work, and he usually wasn’t this tardy in replying to a text. Anders sighed again. “I guess I can just go up there. He did say seven,” He said to his own cat. Justice only blinked at him. “Make sure he hasn’t gotten into any trouble. You know how he is.”
The tabby blinked at him again slowly and Anders stood. He left his apartment and jogged up the stairs, stopping at Hawke’s door but thinking better about barging in. More often than not Hawke left it unlocked, in part because Anders came by with some frequency and lived downstairs, and eventually Fenris had even gotten used to his random visits. But there could be a reason Hawke wasn’t answering the phone. Maker, the last thing Anders needed was to walk in on his friends having sex.
He knocked. There was no answer. “Hawke?” He knocked again. When Anders didn’t hear anything after several seconds, he sighed and put his hand back on the doorknob. Please don’t let them be having sex, Anders thought as he opened the door.
“Hawke, Fenris? Are you two decent?” He called as he walked in, stopping to listen as he closed the door. No answer, but nothing else he could hear, either. Anders tried not to feel a sense of dread as he stepped into the apartment. “Anyone home or are you two-- oh.”
They were dead asleep on the couch. Hawke had one foot on the ground and one arm hanging off the side, the other curled around Fenris’ shoulders. Fenris was basically on top of Hawke and using his chest as a pillow, and a book lay discarded on the floor nearby. Anders couldn’t help grinning at the sight. Dorks. Knowing them, it was probably a much-needed nap though. Anders snapped a picture on his phone and quickly sent it to Isabela and Merrill before saving it, then picked up a light blanket from Fenris’ armchair and carefully threw it over them. Neither even stirred, a testament to their exhaustion. Anders raided their freezer for some of the pre-made stuff Hawke always had saved, and quietly returned to his own apartment.
