Author's Note: This is a prompt from the dragon meme sight. Original prompt: Would love a fic where a male companion (whoever it is, is up anon) has a massive crush on F!Hawke, but for some reason Hawke assumes he's gay and the male companion has no idea she think this . Because she presumes this, she does things with of him that she would do with other girls (getting changed, bathing in lakes ect) and it drives the male companion mad!
It's up to Anon if Hawke finds out the truth, and how she feels about it.
Bonus if Isabella knows that Hawke thinks he's gay and doesn't say anything because she finds it hilarious. ;)
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Hawke struggled with the laces on the stupid corset Isabela had talked her into buying for tonight. The two of them were going out to see if they could find any new leads on the relic Isabela had lost. Isabela assured her men talked much easier to women's breast.
Hawke was cursing her friend as there was a knock on her door. "Who is it?" She called angrily. If it was Isabela, she was going to thrash her.
"Is this a bad time?" Fenris asked through the door. Hawke beamed and rushed to the door holding the stupid corset up.
"Thank the Maker you're here!" She said pulling the door open. Fenris' eyes grew wide as he saw Hawke. She was in an untied corset that was an emerald green that was stunning against her pale skin and long red hair. She had on matching smalls. Fenris felt his mouth go dry as he eyed all the beautiful exposed flesh that his hands longed to run over again.
He flashed to them in the Deep Roads. He'd been irritated she'd asked him to come along. It was one of the last places he wanted to go, but it had given them a lot of time together.
She'd for some reason decided he was her buddy in the Deep. Once they'd been locked in by Bartrand, they'd done everything in pairs. Anders and Varric. And Fenris and Hawke. He'd washed her back often as they'd bathed together. Running his hands over the silky expanse. He'd wanted to take it farther, but it was too dangerous in the Deep Roads to be distracted and unaware.
Since they'd been back, he'd not had the chance to pursue it. She'd been busy reclaiming her family's estate and dealing with Bethany going to the Circle. He kept looking for an opportunity, but she seemed oblivious to his flirtations.
He whirled away from her reminding himself that he'd not been invited to stare at her. "Forgive me! I didn't mean to intrude." He said working hard not to turn around.
"Don't be an idiot, Fenris. I opened the door. Can you be a dear and help me?" She asked turning around as he turned back to her slowly. "I can't get the laces." She looked at him over her shoulder as he continued to stare at her. "Fenris?" She asked.
"Right, sorry." He said feeling like a fool as he reached for the laces. She jumped as his gauntlet touched her. "Sorry." He said again and quickly pulled them off before touching her again. He tried to do it fast, but his hands shook slightly in his heroic effort not to throw her on the bed and ravish her. Didn't she realize what she did to him?
"Can you cinch it a bit tighter? I don't want to fall out, but I'm supposed to be at attention, or so Isabela said." Hawke sighed and then squeaked as he tightened it.
"Sorry." He said and cursed himself for being an idiot. "So…uh," He cleared his throat and tried again. "What's with the corset?" He asked as he finished.
She bent forward and shook a bit, testing to see if her breast would fall out, and affording Fenris with a view of her scantily clad ass. He fisted his hands to keep from reaching for her. Just a push would have her sprawled on the bed. He could be free from his leggings and buried in her in seconds.
She turned around and faced him, frowning at her cleavage and readjusted her breast making Fenris shift uncomfortably as his leggings grew painfully tight. He shifted his belt a bit and tugged his tunic down, hoping to hide his reaction to her.
"There, that's better." She said nodding satisfied. She smiled at Fenris, but it froze on her face. She looked concerned and moved to him, placing her hand lightly on his brow. "You look flushed. Are you feeling alright?" She asked. He wanted to yell at her that of course he wasn't feeling alright. How could she be so sweet and so evil all at the same time?
"I'm fine." He said stepping back from her. "Just a little hot in here." He answered stiffly. She hurried to the window and opened it.
"Better?" She asked. He groaned as she leaned over the windowsill making sure it was open enough to catch the night breeze. He nodded sharply when she turned. He swallowed hard as she moved over to her vanity to put the finishing touches on her makeup.
"So what are you doing exactly?" He asked once he had himself somewhat under control.
"You know Bela. She has a new wild scheme for tracking down the relic."
"And it involves you in a corset?" He asked her puzzled by this. She laughed and rolled her eyes at him in the mirror.
"Not so much the corset, but my breast." Hawke shimmed hers, impishly smiling at him. "She said men will talk to a pair of breast. So we're going to test her theory." She whirled around and stood up. "Think it'll work?" She asked as she moved to grab the emerald skirt that matched the corset.
She tugged it on causing Fenris to sweat as he watched her. He'd always loved her legs. They were long and lean. He'd often imagined them wrapped around his waist as he finally had enough and shoved her against a wall. If she didn't stop tormenting him, it was going to happen soon.
He swallowed hard. "I think a man will tell you whatever you want to hear if you go out like that."
She beamed at him and kissed his cheek, her breast pressing against his arm as she did. She then patted his cheek. "What would I ever do without you?"
"I hope we never find out." He said fervently. She took his hand and placed a kiss on it.
"Me too." She took a step back and turned around slowly for him. "What do you think?"
"You look…good." He said clumsily. Good, he thought wanting to slap himself. He decided he really was an idiot. Ravishing, delectable, beautiful, anything would have been better than good. She pouted prettily.
"Just good?" She sighed and turned away. "I knew this was a waste of time. Bela's the pretty one. I'm the ass kicker."
"You are beautiful, Hawke. You know I'm no good at the flattery thing." He said helplessly.
"It's alright, Fenris. I'll double check with Anders. He's downstairs still, isn't he?"
"No! I mean…yes, but you don't need to double check with him. You look perfect if you're wanting to make a man beg." He hurried to say. He didn't want her going anywhere near the damned mage who was pushing hard to win her affections. She smiled at him then.
"And you say you aren't good at the flattery." She lifted her hair up and looked at him in question. "Up or down?"
"I like it down, but if you're going to be fighting, up would keep it out of your eyes." He answered quickly. Maybe he could keep her here long enough for Anders to give up and go home.
"Down it is. These babies are supposed to keep us from fighting tonight. Though…come to think of it, Isabela's are always on display and we normally end up fighting." She sighed and looked over her outfit. "Where am I supposed to put a dagger in this?"
"Let me come with you. I'll put your daggers in my belt. If you need them, they'll be handy. And I can keep the more…eager men back." He offered hoping she would buy it and allow him to come. He was going to go with them whether she did or not. And rip any man's heart out who dared to get too close to his Hawke.
She smiled at him and put her hand over her heart. "You are so good to me. But isn't there something you'd rather being doing tonight?"
"Following you around is my favorite pastime." He said smoothly. He was only slightly irritated when she took it as he was teasing her instead of flirting.
"You are so funny. I'll make it up to you. Drinks on me, and tomorrow we'll go and do whatever you want to do." She promised. His length twitched at her words as he thought of all the things he'd like to do. Maybe it would be a good time for him to push the issue with her. She then killed it. "We'll even invite Sebastian. Just the three of us. Sound good?" She asked.
"I…of course." He said with a nod. He would do whatever she wanted. He always did. And he did like Sebastian. They shared a mutual distrust of mages that Hawke didn't, and Sebastian was the only person other than Hawke who truly respected Fenris. He would just have to keep looking for his opportunity.
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Fenris had had enough. The girls had made him sit off by himself as they said he was scaring the men. Hawke was sitting on the bar, one long leg crossed over the other, foot swinging slightly. Men were crowded around her, buying her drinks and regaling her with tales. Each man trying to outdo the others for her attention.
Isabela had disappeared sometime ago with a man. He wasn't sure if she would come back, nor did he really care. All he could see was that Hawke was getting drunk and one man in particular was getting a bit too friendly.
Fenris gritted his teeth as the man placed his hand on her knee. That was his leg to be touching! That man had no right to be so familiar with her. Hawke leaned forward and laughed loudly at whatever the man had said to her, giving Fenris, and the men around her a clear view of her cleavage. The man was emboldened by it and his hand slid up to her thigh.
That was it. Fenris stood so quickly he knocked his chair over in his haste. He didn't even bother to right it, just stalked over to the men, shoving them aside until he stood before her. She gave him a bright smile as she saw him. He wrapped his hands around her waist and jerked her off the bar. She placed her hands on his shoulders to steady herself, looking at him in shock.
"Did you get what you needed?" He growled at her. She shook her head.
"They don't know anything." She answered.
"Then we're leaving." He said and took her by her upper arm. The man who'd had his hand on her leg grabbed her arm and tugged her back to him.
"She'll leave when she wants to, elf. Find your own woman." The man sneered at Fenris as Hawke tumbled into his arms.
"She's leaving now." Fenris snarled at him.
"Look at this elf thinking he can come up in here and tell us what to do. I think we should teach him a lesson." The man said eyeing Fenris. Hawke struggled against him.
"Don't start something with Fenris, unless you want to see what your heart looks like before you die." Hawke warned.
"Oh, sweet thing? You gonna show it to us?" He laughed wrapping his arms tightly around her, pressing her firmly against him.
"Fenris would rip your heart out if I just asked him too, huh, Fenris?" She placed her hands on his chest and tried to shove away from him.
"With pleasure." Fenris said coldly.
"See?" She said to the man and pushed again. "Let me go." She ordered.
The man who held her laughed and placed her back on the bar. "You stay right there, sweet thing. We'll finish what we've started once we've taught this elf a lesson on his proper place."
"Don't say I didn't warn you." She sighed heavily. "Try not to kill them." She pleaded with Fenris.
"No promises." Fenris growled as he scanned the area for men who were going to join in the brawl. Most of them were big and brawny, but those were his favorite kind. They always underestimated him. Add to it they were drunk and it was going to be too easy to even work up a sweat for him.
Hawke leaned over the bar and handed the bartender a small pouch of gold. "To cover the damages." She explained and then leaned against a pillar on the bar to watch the battle.
This always happened when they went out drinking. Inevitably someone said or did something that angered Fenris and a brawl started. It was her least and most favorite part of their nights out. She loved to watch Fenris fight. He was so beautiful, deadly, and quick. But he left her feeling frustrated and impossibly turned on with no hope of easing her discomfort. Fenris wasn't interested in her. Fenris wasn't even interested in girls. Why he insisted on defending her honor all the time was beyond her, but she didn't mind one bit. Well, until she was alone in her bed, thoughts of his strong and lean body plaguing her sleep.
Fenris thrashed the men, far too quickly for the others watching the fight. He then stalked to Hawke, his eyes angry and intense. She shuddered involuntarily as desire flowed through her. Damn him for tormenting her so.
He jerked her off the bar and drug her outside. "Why do we have to do this every time?" He demanded.
"You didn't have to do anything." She said feeling hot and angry as he glared at her. How was it her fault the jerk picked a fight with Fenris, she wondered.
"If I hadn't stepped in that man and his friends would have taken you to a back room and used you!" Fenris snapped at her as he drug her along with him.
"Maybe I need to be used." She muttered angrily. He froze. Could she possibly be saying she had wanted that man pawing her? He turned to look at her slowly.
"So I should have left you to them? Let them take advantage of the fact you're drunk?"
She backed up as he stalked towards her. "No. I don't know." She then stood up straight and glared at him. "You aren't my father, Fenris. You don't have the right to judge me or what I do!"
"Then next time I see a man pawing you, I'll leave you to handle it!" He snapped and started to go. That's when she noticed his arm. One of the men had pulled a knife on him. She'd thought he'd gotten out of the fight unscathed, but he hadn't. There was a gash on his upper arm that was bleeding.
"You're hurt!" Hawke said worriedly.
"I'm fine." He snapped over his shoulder.
"Wait! I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. I don't know why I picked a fight with you." She begged rushing to stop him from running away from her. She could handle anything but that. She wrapped her arms around his waist, and laid her head against his prickly armor. "I'm sorry, Fenris. You saved me in there. You save me all the time. I don't know what I'd do without you. Say you forgive me and let me take care of your arm."
Fenris normally hated to be touched. He'd told her that his markings hurt. The truth was the markings did hurt, but her touching him didn't. He'd said it at the time because she'd made him nervous. But after that first of many weeks in the Deep Roads, he found he sought out her touch. And like always, the moment she touched him, his resolve wavered. He lightly wrapped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her along with him. She happily complied, keeping an arm around his waist.
"I don't mean to judge you. I just don't like to see you in situations like that."
"I don't either. I don't think I like being drunk either."
"Then why did you stay after Isabela left if the men didn't have any information?" He asked perplexed by her.
"Well…Bela said that tonight it would have unexpected consequences. But it didn't. It ended as it always does. Her going off with someone. You getting mad and getting in a fight. Me feeling like an idiot, stumbling along with my protector frowning at me." She sighed. "I think I quit."
He laughed as this was a common routine as well. She would normally say it the next morning when she had a wicked hangover. And she would. For a few nights. But then Isabela would drag her along on another scheme and it always ended the same. Fenris going home alone and frustrated.
"You think?" He teased her. She frowned up at him.
"I mean it this time. I don't like this. It never ends differently. Me frustrated and irritated, you injured and irritated, and Bela getting her jolly's with some nameless stranger. Why do we let her drag us along?"
"She drags you along. You drag me along." Fenris pointed out.
"I'm sorry, Feny! You're the best to put up with me." He hated when she called him that, but it was a sign that she was getting to the point of crashing. Unfortunately they had a ways to go still.
"Don't crash on me now, Hawke." Fenris warned as she leaned heavily into him. "It's still a ways to our homes."
She pouted prettily. "Why do we always have to drink so far from our homes?"
"Because the Rose is the only place in Hightown. And you said you weren't going to frequent a brothel, especially when your uncle did so much."
"I did say that." She sighed. "I know! Let's open a tavern there. Then we don't have to do this long walk home all the time."
"Or we could stop drinking to the point of drunkenness." Fenris pointed out.
"You are no fun." She sighed but smiled at him.
Fenris fell silent as she began humming a tuneless song. The finally made it to her house, but she was fading fast. She caught his arm trying to stop him from leaving, but all she succeed in doing was nearly falling over. Fenris caught her and reminded himself she was drunk and in no condition to receive his attention tonight, though he wanted to throw her over his shoulder and bolt for his house.
"Fenris?" She asked looking up at him as he cradled her.
"What?" He gritted out. His arm was burning. He really needed to tend to it, but it was a good way to keep him grounded in the moment rather than doing something foolish.
"Stay with me tonight."
His eyes widened. "You mean…like in your room?" He asked, pleased that his voice didn't squeak with his shock.
She giggled. "Afraid I'll take advantage of you in the middle of the night?"
"What? No!" He protested. He didn't fear that of her. He feared that of himself.
"Then stay with me. It'll be great. I'll take care of your arm and then we can gossip until we go to sleep. It'll be just like a slumber party!" She giggled again, wrapping her arms securely around his neck as he stood them up.
"Gossip?" He asked as she fumbled with her key in the door, while keeping an arm around him.
"Yep. We'll tell each other secrets." She said as she finally managed to get the door open.
He was sure he was going to regret this, but it would be wrong to let her try and navigate the stairs on her own. And his arm did hurt. And it wasn't as if they hadn't slept beside each other in the Deep Roads and when they went to Sundermount.
"What if I don't want to tell any secrets?" He whispered as he half carried her to her room.
"Then we'll just talk about whatever you want." She promised and stumbled to her bed. She kicked off her boots as he shut the door. "Off with your armor." She ordered as she moved over to her armoire. "Can you help with the corset again?" She asked as she pulled a tunic out. He moved to her and unlaced the corset. She dropped it to the ground and kicked it away as she pulled on the tunic. "I can breath again!" She giggled as she turned and pulled off the skirt. She then frowned at him. "You aren't taking off your armor and at least your top."
"Um…maybe I should go." He said as his eyes devoured her in the tunic. She was only wearing the green smalls under it.
She pouted and moved to undo his breastplate. "No! Stay with me. I can't tend your arm if you're all spiky."
She looked up at him with sad eyes and he caved. He undid his gauntlets and tossed them aside as she moved to get water, linens, and a health potion. He slowly undid his leather tunic and tossed it aside. She sighed as she turned around.
"You are so pretty, Feny Fen Fen." She said as she moved to clean the wound. "Does it hurt?" She asked him.
"Not too bad." He answered as she pressed against his back to work on it. Her breast rubbing against him as she breathed. He drank the potion and she watched it heal before wiping away the last of the blood. She then placed a kiss on it.
"All better!" She announced and then climbed into the bed. She patted beside her and waited for him to move over to it.
"Are you…certain about this?" He asked.
She rolled her eyes and pulled back the covers. "I'm the one who invited you, silly."
"So you did." He said and sat down.
"You gonna sleep in your leggings?" She asked.
"Um…yes." He said deciding keeping a few layers of clothing between them would be wise. He knew for a fact she cuddled in her sleep.
"Kay." She said and snuggled close to him as he laid down.
"You said we would tell secrets." He prompted as she fell silent.
"Hmm." She said sleepily. "I'll tell you one, but you can't tell the others. It would hurt their feelings."
"Alright." He answered wondering what she was going to say that would need that promise, glancing down as she slipped his arm around her and laid her head on his shoulder. She lightly touched the end of his nose and smiled sweetly at him.
"I love you best of all." She whispered and snuggled into his embrace. "I would do anything for you."
"Anything?" He asked, his breath hitching. Was now his chance, he wondered.
"Mmhmm." She answered and buried her face in his neck. "You don't have to tell me your secret, Fenris. I already know." She whispered.
"My secret?" He asked, but he didn't get a response. She was already fast asleep. He sighed in frustration and tried to go to sleep. It didn't help matters when she shifted and threw her leg over his, molding her warm body to him.