A/N: FLUFF and OOCness
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-Little Storyteller-
((First ending. A year later.))
"Tell me the story about when I met your Papa again?" Fenris asked.
"Again Mamae? I told it to you last night," replied Fenlen.
"Yes, but it's my favorite one," the elder elf smiled.
"You and your puppy eyes, Mamae. I can only hope to be as good as you some day," the child laughed. "I give! But you have to tell me a story tomorrow night instead, okay?" the elder nodded eagerly and snuggled up to his dead lover's, and now his, son. "Hawke and his companions were hired as a distraction, although they weren't told it at the time. You see, they were tricked into thinking that they were retrieving something of great value for their employer. As it turned out, said employer was the object that they were trying to obtain. And all of this was orchestrated by one very handsome, smooth-talking elf…"
-Waltzing Down Memory Lane-
((Second ending. The night of their reunion.))
"Good night, pup," Toma whispered.
"'Night Papa," Fenlen murmured back sleepily.
Hawke closed the door behind him softly before turning to his companion. He gestured for the elf to follow and led him into the bedroom they had once shared.
The mage uncorked a bottle of agregio and guzzled it straight from the bottle. He stopped to breathe and offered the alcohol to the elf.
"Fenris, you…" he sighed deeply. "You still don't remember do you?"
The fair-skinned elf shook his head regretfully and replied, "I only know what stories Fenlen has shared with me. Other than that… Your eyes… Every time I look into them, there is a niggling at the back of my skull. Something struggling to come forward, but it can't escape whatever ties it down."
Gold eyes filled with sorrow, and the mage looked away and into the fireplace as if it held all the answers. "Then…" he started and paused before speaking again. "Then we'll just have to make some new memories." He looked at his lover determinedly.
"That we shall," Fenris replied and reached for the human, spinning him into the wall as he assaulted the other's lips.
They broke apart, and Hawke smirked down at the elf. "Would you care to dance?"
-Butterfly Luck-
"Mamae! Mamae! Look at what I found!" Fenlen held out his cupped hands to the elder elf's face.
Fenris peeked through the child's fingers to see a pretty blue butterfly with bright purple markings. "It's lovely, Fenlen. Where did you find such a treasure in a place like this?"
"It was above our door. Papa says it's good luck, but he told me to let it go after I showed you," the boy pouted slightly. "He said it's so that it can spread more luck to other people. But why can't we keep all the luck for ourselves, Mamae?"
"There are other families less fortunate than, Fenlen," Fenris stated. "We are very well-off because your Papa is well-known in Kirkwall. That's why we live in such a big house instead of the alienage. You should let it go then may be some cute little boy or girl can find it and it will bring them a wonderful Papa like Toma."
"Or a pretty Mamae like you," Fenlen grinned.
"Eheh," the elder elf blushed. "Or a pretty Mamae… like me."
"Go find a cute little girl a pretty Mamae," he whispered to the butterfly before releasing it, then running after it to see where it would go.
A strong arm embraced the elf from behind, and Toma nibbled on his lover's ear before murmuring, "I think you're a pretty Mamae too."
Fenris's face couldn't get any redder.
-Oh Mother-
"Fenlen, why do you call me Mamae? You realize that I am male, right?"
"Because I already have a Papa, and you're Papa's lover so that makes you my Mamae," the boy explained smartly.
"Then why can't Toma be Mamae, and I be Papa. He's more mothering than I am," the elder elf pursued the topic.
"I already asked him if I could call him Papa," came the answer in a no-nonsense tone.
"Why didn't you ask me if you could call me Mamae?"
"Papa said I could."
Fenris shot the eavesdropping human and dirty look, receiving a perverted leer in return. The elf rolled his eyes.
"Men," he muttered under his breath.
"Women," Fenlen snorted in disgust and stuck out his tongue. "At least boys don't have cooties."
)-Elvish Translation-(
*Mamae - Mother