I have a strange fascination with Beauty and the Beast songs and Fenris/Hawke. This one is based on one of my own male!Hawkes, so slash ahead. Thank you to everyone who approved :3

This is slightly out of continuity, with the reading part, but not much.

Something There (Beauty and the Beast) – Fenris/Hawke

They had just got back from clearing the Wounded Coast of raiders, and Hawke and his party were exhausted. They had dropped Isabela and Varric off at the Hanged Man, and now he and Fenris were making their way up to Hightown. Hawke stumbled as he dragged his feet up the steps, falling forward – a strong, brown hand caught him mid-fall. Looking up, he saw Fenris, with a strange expression on his usually serious face. He helped him up and smiled awkwardly, before turning away. Hawke stared at his back for a moment. He had come to his aid almost constantly in the past few battles, and made sure that his wounds were tended to and that he didn't get into too much danger.

"There's something sweet," he mused, "and almost kind. But he was mean and he was coarse and unrefined.But now he's dear, and so unsure… I wonder why I didn't see it there before."

Fenris was trying to compose himself. His eyes flicked back to Hawke, as they so often did – and was it his mind playing tricks, or had he been doing the same? "He looked this way – a tiny glance," his mind shouted in glee. "And when we touched he didn't shudder at my marks! No, it can't be, I'll just ignore… But then he's never looked at me that way before…"

As they approached his mansion, Fenris had an idea. "Hawke," he muttered, "I have something to show you… I think you may like it." Maker, he didn't know what he was doing.

Hawke cocked his head, curious. "What is it?"

It was Danarius' library. Fenris had seen just how happy Hawke became whenever they found a book of any kind, or the seller in the Gallows got new stocks. He had no need for books, but the library in Danarius' mansion must have housed at least a few hundred of the things.

"I can't believe it!," breathed Hawke, wondrously. "I've never seen so many books in my whole life!"

"You like it?" asked Fenris, unsure of what to say.

"It's wonderful!"

"It's yours…" he muttered. "I have no need for it…"

Hawke turned to the dark elf, affection glowing in his heart as she saw the way he shuffled his feet and picked at his armour nervously. "New and a bit alarming," he thought, as he fought the urge to hug him. "Who'd have ever thought that this could be?True, that he's no Prince Charming…But there's something in him that I simply didn't see."

He browsed through the tomes as he thought. "Oh, this is one of my favourites!" he exclaimed, suddenly. "It's 'King Calenhad.' Have you ever read it?"

Fenris jumped. "N-No," he mumbled.

Hawke chuckled. "You don't know what you're missing. I'd love to read this again. Wait...you can read this first." He brandished the book out to the elf, eagerly.

"No, that's alright…" replied Fenris, hastily.

"No, really, you read it!"

"Oh, No, you..."

"No, you," laughed Hawke.

"No! I can't..." then Fenris stopped, cringing.

"You never learned to read?" asked Hawke, slowly.

"Slaves… are not permitted to read," replied Fenris, wincing in shame.

Hawke regarded him for a moment. "Well," he said, decidedly. "It just so happens that this is the perfect book to read aloud. Come here, sit by me."

Fenris was too taken aback to argue, and sat docilely by Hawke, listening to the tale.

Unknown to the two, Isabela and Varric had crept out of the Hanged Man after them, not wanting to miss out on anything interesting. They'd managed to meet Aveline have way, who had insisted on chaperoning them, and Merrill had been determined to see what all the fuss was about.

The four of them were crouched shamelessly around Fenris' window, watching the two of them.

"Well, who'd have thought?" breathed Aveline.

"Well, bless my soul," whistled Isabela, grinning.

"Well, who'd have known?" asked Varric, shrugging.

"Well, who indeed?" agreed Isabela.

"And who'd have guessed they'd come together on their own?" wondered Aveline, in surprise.

"It's so peculiar," pondered Isabela. "Wait and see."

"We'll wait and see," agreed the dwarf and the redhead.

"A few days more, there may be something there that wasn't there before," they decided, simultaneously.

"Perhaps there's something there that wasn't there before," chuckled Varric, jotting something down on his piece of parchment.

Merrill looked confused at their ramblings. "What?"

"There may be something there that wasn't there before," repeated Isabela, widening her eyes at the elf girl.

Merrill shook her head. "What's there, Isabela?"

Isabela giggled, and ruffled the girl's hair. "Ssh. I'll tell you later, kitten. Come along now. Let's give them some privacy..."

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YAY FOR VARRIC THE CLOCK, ISABELA THE TEAPOT AND AVELINE THE CANDLESTICK.

And Fenris the giant, hairy, tusked beast, but we'll let that one pass. Also Garrett Hawke, the dainty bookworm.

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