Dragon Age: One Shots

Fenris x Male Hawke- Snow Fight

(Art by: @helioshellion on Tumblr)

    He took a deep breath through his nose as the cold breeze bit at his face. Eyes fluttering open, he looked down to the large book resting by his legs on the green snow covered bench. The weather had been pleasant last night but it also meant that Fenris had to dig a clearing to reach his favorite reading spot, as well as frequently shake the snow out of his hair. There were plenty of good things about his platinum locks, one being that it was impossible to tell his age based off of the color. His husband however... constant stress from impending doom had stolen the pigment from his silky raven hair. It did not affect his appeal, it only meant they had a new thing in common.

    Suddenly, a large clump of heavy snow fell from the overhead tree branches, sending him searching for the weapon he did not currently have. He shivered. "Fenhedis!"

    His posture relaxed as cold white flakes fell from his brows. The tree above him had been shaken by something. What, he did not know, but slush had fallen from the absent leaves, hitting all but his book: The Tale of the Champion. The elf was rereading it for the hundredth time, reliving his memories with Hawke and their friends all over again. Unfortunately, that also meant reconciling on his stupidity and lack of courage, but he was willing to make any sacrifice when it came to the man he loved.

    His thoughts travelled all over the place while he made his way back to the comfortable bench, from his daughter's recent adventures, to his latest conversation about the passing of a dear friend with the retired Captain of the Guard. These memories got sloppier everyday, slipping from his view and into the hands of the lyrium and dementia. Fenris was so grateful that Varric was such an inclusive writer.

    He opened the book and placed it in his lap, legs crossed over each other. Page 236. That was the page he loved. It was the page where he and Hawke's paths had led right back to each other. Where-

    He jolted forward nearly flying straight out of his seat as a hard object made contact with the back of his head. "Who's there?" He screamed, scanning the area with his sharp elvhen eyes.

    A lush head of gray hair popped out from behind the tree. "Guess!" In Hawke's hands, two large well compacted snow balls. An evil smirk travelled across his face as he raised his right arm, making Fenris duck behind his book in return. The projectile hit his new copy of Varric's rendition square on the front cover. He threw it to the side. It wasn't the signed copy. It could be spared.

    "Garrett!" Fenris shouted as he scrambled to form a weapon of ice nearly as perfect as his husband's. "You're dead!"

    "Not yet, I'm not!" The Champion replied snarkily. A lopsided sphere flew passed his head as he performed a forward roll right past the wide trunked pine tree. He caught his feet as Fenris gained more ammunition, standing proud and tall. "Not only am I the Champion of Kirkwall, I am the King of the Snow!"

    "Wrong!" The elf jumped up, throwing three snowballs at his head. Only one hit him, but fortunately, it landed right in the middle of his chest. "Bullseye!"

    "You'll pay for this!" Hawke jested as he packed down two more in his large fists. "No one shall usurp the king!"

    "You are not my king!"

    Hawke's large clumsy legs slipped up, leading him to fall straight on his ass, bruising his tail bone.

    Fenris used this to his advantage. It was a spur of the moment decision to do the same Hawke had done to him. He was laying flat on his back underneath the snow drizzled pine. Fenris charged, ramming his lanky shoulder straight into its trunk and releasing the entirety of its built up wrath upon his vulnerable enemy.

    Hawke's eyes widened as he tried to bring his arms over his face before the impact. He did not succeed. The large flank of snow blanketed his entire body, hiding him completely from view.

    Fenris convulsed on the ground next to him, shrieking with glee as his husband sat up, snow falling from his face. "Yeah, I bet it's real funny..." He grumbled.

    "It's- I can't!" He giggled relentlessly.

    Hawke sighed, seemingly upset. A suspicious smile glimmered. He reached to his left, grabbing a large glob of snow and smearing it into the face of the elf beside him. "Now that's funny!" He shrieked.

    Fenris' wholesome expression dropped, his laugh with it.

    "Fair enough." He fell back into the snow, tilting his head to look into the eyes of the love of his life.

    "Damn right it's fair." Hawke mirrored his actions.

    "You're beautiful."

    "Can we make snow angels?"

    Fenris silently contemplated all of his choices for a moment. "You're more of a child than our actual children."

    Hawke spread out his arms and legs then began to wave them frantically.

    The elf chuckled, staring at him intently. Despite this man's idiotic tendencies, he was unconditionally in love with him. "I suppose I'll have to join in."

    "Look!" Garrett shouted as he stood, stretching out an arm to assist Fenris' journey to his feet. "They're side by side." He observed as he snaked a cold hand around his elf's waist, pulling him closer.

    "Yes. They are." Despite his passive tone, he pressed his head closer into his shoulder.

    "They're matching."

    "As are we."

    "Was that a play on my hair?"

    "It looks good on you."

    "Well I'm taller than you." He defended. "I used to have gorgeous long hair, you know."

    "I know. It was the first thing I noticed about you."

    "Wanna know what I first noticed about you?" Hawke asked.

    "What?"

    "Your eyes."

    "My... eyes? Not the lyrium?"

    "You have the prettiest eyes I've ever seen."

    He hummed. "I am yours."

    "As am I." He ended his sentence with a soft kiss.

    As if on cue, it began to snow. This was perfect. Soft winds blowing his elf's hair, red berries beginning to sprout on the bushes, and the bench, still standing.

    "Father? Where-" The white haired woman with beautifully perked features and a characteristically big nose began. She halted herself in the snow, short pointed ears red from the cold as a large camera dangled from her hand. She smiled. The way she was raised... not many people could say that their parents were soul mates. She made sure to brag about it at least once a day. "Don't you dare move." She whispered as she took the picture.

    This was the essence of perfection.

    She smuggled it upstairs to Varric.

    GOD I WISH I COULD DRAW. Like. Fenris and Hawke in their old age, still attractive as hell. Under a large pine tree. Covered in snow. Behind a green bench. Standing over two snow angels of different heights because Hawke is a beast. AS A POLAROID THAT THEIR DAUGHTER TOOK. I'm going to cry. I'm making a part two.

    SOMEONE PLEASE DRAW THIS FOR ME. I BEG. I WILL LITERALLY GET ON MY KNEES AND BEG IF I MUST.