Oh hey, I wrote something.
That being said, I've had most of this written out for months, just collecting dust on wherever I keep my wips, I just decided to power through and finish this last night because I haven't been able to sleep lately.
Just some really quick fluff with Fenris/Hawke and Zevran/warden, since those are pretty much my favorite ships in Dragon Age.
Btw, the warden uses male pronouns, Hawke uses gender neutral pronouns.
I use my Surana when I write, who is small, deathly pale, black hair and black eyes, and default Hawke, not settling on male or female, since they pretty much have the same features, so if I mention features they're in accordance with those, but ya' know, you do you, I don't know your warden or your Hawke, you picture something different? Sure, go ahead.
I've been playing a lot of Inquisition as of late, so I'm probably stale on all the characters I used, please excuse me.
I haven't read this over since I just don't feel like it right now, sorry.
Disclaimer-Not mine, nope.
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Surana blinked and tilted his head slightly when he noticed Fenris glaring at him from under his bangs, as he slowly carded his, oddly not currently clad in his favored gauntlets, fingers through Hawke's hair from where their head lay in his lap.
"Yes?" The raven haired mage asked quietly, pausing in his very careful and loving cleaning and polishing of his golden earring to glance up at the other elf, the metal glinting subtly in his hands. Surana smiled softly when he caught Fenris' gaze and the other elf's eyes quickly flicked away from him to trace the piece of jewelry in his hands.
"Zevran gave it to me," Surana replied to the unasked question in Fenris' green glare. "A token of affection, he said."
The mage saw the other elf's green eyes flick down towards his own wrist, and the red fabric adorning it as he stroked his hands gently through Hawke's hair. "Did Hawke give that to you?" Surana questioned after a moment, when Fenris' gaze did not return to him nor did he reply.
"I…" Fenris began, but froze when Hawke moved in his lap, turning their head to bury their face into the clothes that separated them from his stomach as he pat their head soothingly until they calmed and went still again with a contented sigh.
Surana placed his earring carefully atop his folded robe clad legs and aimed another small smile at Fenris when his green gaze failed to return to the mage for a long few moments, lingering on what was visible of Hawke's face as they slept.
"I stole this," Fenris stated flatly after a quiet moment he spent just cradling Hawke's head against his lap and stomach, his fingers light and gentle as they traced around his lover's features absently. "I took it from them while they slept on our first night together, and then I threw everything they offered back in their face." Fenris' fingers tightened in Hawke's hair at the memory.
"I'm sure that's not how they feel about it," Surana mumbled, laying his hands flat against the blankets he was perched on upon the ground with a soft thump to draw Fenris' attention back to him, his hands returning to his earring after, holding it up, allowing it to catch the light of the fire they sat around. "I've heard about what happened between you two from Zevran," the hero remarked, holding up his hand quickly when Fenris opened his mouth to interrupt him. "No, I don't know how he knew, Isabela probably told him and I don't know how she would know. But either way, from how he tells it, it sounds like they were very taken with you and that they harbored no resentment after you left them."
"I'm sorry, Zevran was always so much better at this than me, words and interactions," Surana muttered when Fenris just continued to glare at the ground between them, his hand pausing in Hawke's hair. "I don't mean to intrude on anything too personal. Don't mind me if you find my words uncomfortable."
"No," Fenris spoke up suddenly, managing to shake his head and glancing up to look at the small mage in his dark ebony eyes. "I do not mind…I just did not expect any form of compassion from you, especially after the way I've been treating you…" The green eyed elf trailed off, looking away sheepishly to stare at the tufts of Hawke's hair that were currently sticking up at a numerous amount of odd angles from the near constant stroking and petting of his fingers and missing the small smile tugging at Surana's lips.
Surana opened his mouth to say something as he silently pushed his earring back into place, his eyes shining happily, but he quickly snapped it shut with a sharp yelp when he was suddenly grabbed around the waist from behind and hauled up off his feet.
Fenris bolted upright at the mage's sudden cry of distress, his tattoos blazing an eerie bright blue. Knocking Hawke to the ground, who pulled themselves up with a tired grumble as they reached for their sword. Only for them both to deflate from their battle ready stance when Surana's voice dissolved into a mantra of shrill giggles and breathless sounds of joy as his small frame was easily swung around and he was kissed forcibly by Zevran.
"Ah, my darling warden, still as beautiful as I remember." Zevran purred, tucking a few windswept stands of raven hair back behind Surana's ears after they had been misplaced by Zevran himself.
"It hasn't been that long since you last saw me, you haven't been gone all that long." Surana replied, crossing his arms loosely when Zevran failed to remove his hands from the mage's body after he has released him from his hold. One hand's fingers curling under the warden's chin in order to tilt his head from side to side then up, the other hang lingering around his waist, fingers toying with the fabric and belts around his warden's staff holster.
"And a shame if I had been, it would be an absolute tragedy if I had forgotten even one sliver of your beauty, mi amor." The golden haired elf purred, pulling the small mage into another kiss, one much gentler than the last ones, as his hands slipped down against Surana's body, squeezing his shoulders lightly before his hands trailed down and settled comfortably on his hips.
Surana took a moment to catch his breath from laughing and finally turned to face a still slightly glowering and glowing Fenris, and a tense and disoriented, still sword welding Hawke. The small elf pushed his husband's shoulders and stepped back, crossing his arms over his chest with a gentle huff. "Look what you did, frightened everyone, myself included."
Zevran snickered and rolled his eyes. He pulled the smaller elf back to him and began gently nipping at Surana's pale throat as best he could instead of bothering to speak, up until the slender mage elbowed the other elf harshly in the stomach. "Stop that, you get nothing until you apologize." Surana stated, laughing under his breath when Zevran crossed his arms with an over exaggerated put-upon huff.
"How cruel he is, to spurn my deepest affections!" Zevran said dramatically, removing a hand from his husband's hips to place it against his chest, trying to look pleading as he glanced over at their companions, but nothing could hide the sparkle of mirth in the elf's eyes.
Fenris' green eyes rolled before he huffed and sat back down, grunting slightly when Hawke slumped tiredly back against him, but quickly busied himself with combing his fingers through the champion's hair once again, who purred sluggishly in pleasure, rubbing their head up into his hand.
"I heard you, you know," Hawke spoke up suddenly, causing Fenris to freeze up, his hands tensing in their hair. "And I don't know about you, but I agree with Surana, I never held any sort of grudge against you, not for anything."
"I left you," Fenris grumbled quietly once he had relaxed again, turning away from Hawke until they stroked a finger across his ear, tugging on it lightly until his eyes met theirs once more.
"I never, ever felt like you left because you wanted to hurt me, Fen, and I also don't give a damn about that shirt you ripped up for that," Hawke laughed as Fenris shot them a glare with no actual heat behind it, cradling his red clothed wrist close to his chest protectively. "No, really," Hawke breathed softly after their laughter had subsided, glancing up at their elf with warm eyes. "I have never regretted anything less than giving you the time you needed," The champion muttered.
They only managed to pull their eyes away from each other when they heard a sharp squeak, quickly glancing over only to see that their companions had mistakenly fallen over each other somehow, Zevran having curled Surana against his chest to cushion him from the fall, both elves quickly dissolving into loud laughter once the shock from their fall wore off.
"I don't care what we go through, as long as we never end up acting like them." Fenris stated flatly, but his expression morphed back into a gentle smile when Hawke laughed and lightly ran a thumb under his eye, their eyes shining at him with pure affection.