Hi, I heard you were taking requests? If you still are, do you think you would be willing to do some Fenris x Hawke? Maybe them on a weekend getaway? the fluff and nice things about being a long term couple? Maybe Fenris cooking for Hawke or something?
There’s sunlight on her arm. Abreeze from where the window’s been opened, the gentle sound of curtainsmoving. For once there is no sound of people, only birds and the rustling ofleaves. She murmurs softly in sleeping, her hand on his chest, a leg thrownacross his. He lets his free hand rest over hers, his other arm trappedunderneath her. Stray wisps of her hair tickle at his cheeks, and there’s asmall measure of drool on his shoulder. Breath warm against his skin, and Hawkepeacefully dreams.
She’s stolen the blankets duringthe night, claimed them for herself. He’s only barely covered, the rest bunchedat her back and twisted around her leg. His fingers follow the line of her arm,the curve of her shoulder, and he tucks hair behind her ear. His thumb brushesagainst her cheek, and he shifts to press a kiss to her forehead. He untangleshimself slowly, carefully, avoids the floorboard he knows creaks as he stands.Pulling the blanket over her properly, smiling as she turns, her arms reachingfor something else to hold.
The pants sag on his hips, alittle too large for his frame. Holding them up as he makes his way to thekitchen, stepping over the dog sleeping in the doorway. Barks raises his headas he passes, and happily lopes after him. Fenris gives him an absentmindedscratch as he searches through the cupboards, finally finds the proper pan.Finding the matches and lighting the fire of the stove, Barks sitting atattention, eyes on the bacon in Fenris’s hands.
Hawke doesn’t wake softly, butwith a groan and a stretch, toes pressing into the mattress and arms stretchedabove her head. Back arching and limbs shaking, trying to work life back intotired bone. Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, crawling out of the bed. The floorcreaks under her weight, and she’s rolling her shoulders as she walks. Carriedby the smell of food, Barks pouts as she ignores him to press her face against Fenris’sback, arms wrapping around his waist. “Smells so good,” she mumbles into shoulders,closes her eyes and leans against him.
He chuckles softly as he flipsthe eggs, quickly pats a hand against hers. A break from the city had beenAveline’s idea. She had practically pushed Hawke past city lines, thrown heronto the horse. Fenris makes a note to buy Aveline a gift when they return. “Gosit down,” he tells Hawke, and she obliges. Flopping into the chair, settlingan elbow on the table. She’s rubbing at her eyes again, knuckles against herface, the other hand scratching behind the ears of Barks.
Fenris fills their plates,brings it over to her. As he puts it before her, he laughs at the downrightmoan she gives. “You are the best,” she says, immediately digging in. Stabbing theegg with her fork, shoving it into her mouth. He sits across from her, smilingas he neatly cuts his own food, leans back in the chair. He savors the quiet,the moments spent alone with Hawke. A bump at his leg, and yes, moments spentwith Barks as well.
