Dragon Age: One Shots

Fenris x Male Hawke- Birthdays

He awoke in his bed. Like every night, his sleep was less than restful, plagued by nightmares of losing all he loved. There was no doubt that he would be in much worse condition had Hawke not been there to see him through each night. He felt around, hoping to show his appreciation to the big man.

He felt nothing but sheets. He had a nightmare like this before, so he shot out of bed. He threw on a pair of oversized pants that slid down his hip, Hawke's pants. He ran down the stairs and looked through each room, searching for anything to reassure him that the past few years hadn't just been a pleasant dream.

He burst through the kitchen door. Standing in front of him was none other than his husband, with a girl at the age of five clinging to his neck. She had a cute blue dress with white lace and no shoes. She inherited Fenris' white hair, but Hawke's beauty. Her face very closely resembled that of the raven- haired man, but unlike her parents she had long locks, poorly braided by Hawke himself.

He released a heavy breath he didn't know he had been holding in. He walked over to join them, seeing what they were doing. In Hawke's hand a bowl and in hers a spoon, covered in batter, dripping it down his back.

"We were going to bring you breakfast..." Hawke whispered into his ear.

"Happy Birthday!" Shouted the young girl, excitement apparent in her voice.

Fenris had no idea when the real date of his birth was, so Hawke made him pick one. He chose the date of the Battle in Kirkwall, telling Hawke he liked it because it was the day they survived, the day their future together was ensured. It also marked the day the terrorist who set the plan in motion was cut down, by Hawke. This was probably a small factor in making his choice, but nonetheless it was the best part of that whole week.

"Thank you." He said, kissing them both on the cheek.

He smiled, for the first time in his life he was content. 'No that is insufficient, this was better than anything he could've dreamed.' He had been through enough suffering for ten lifetimes, and he wished to live out the rest of his like this.