I believe this was requested a while back from hotrod333. I've been going through my request lists, and writing whichever takes my fancy – if you've made a request that you haven't seen yet, you may well see it over the next few weeks :) Also thanks to Sakura for featuring me in her Community! Loves! xx

As always with my Fenris fics, this is M!Hawke x Fenris. I've decided I prefer it. I write sassy gay Hawke and it pleases me. So, read on.

Heaven's Light (Hunchback Of Notre Dame) – Fenris

Fenris sighed as he leaned out of his window. The night air in Kirkwall was strikingly chill for a spring evening, the cool breeze pricking the tips of his ears with icy fingers. But to look at him, it almost seemed as if the cold was merely a distraction – the mossy eyes had a far-away look, the thin lips tightly pressed, the nose a little screwed. The elf was thinking, and whatever had caught his thoughts had caught it well.

And that which had done so was Hawke. Hawke, with his damned shoulders, and his soft voice, and his ridiculous red spatter across his nose. A man who genuinely cared for Fenris, but not so much that he would allow him to ramble on in his rages, or not admonish him for his scorn of magic. Fenris often caught himself thinking of Bethany at those times, remembering her innate sweetness, and Hawke's expression when she was taken away. Those were the times his words stopped.

From far below, an intimate giggle interrupted Fenris' thoughts. A young couple – humans, probably nobles, judging by their clothes and bad attempts at inconspicuousness – were crossing Hightown's courtyard, hand in hand, occasionally brushing foreheads or noses or lips. Fenris raised his eyebrows, half-resignedly, half-curiously. Welcome to Hightown, where foppish Orlesian romances are considered instructions on courtship. But still… They looked happy, and that was more than Fenris could consider himself at the moment, squatting alone in a semi-destroyed mansion, getting slowly drunk on fine Tevinter wines and swooning over another man who, he was fairly sure, felt at least a nuance of attraction toward him – at least, if the fumbled kiss on the cheek as they read together earlier that week signified anything. A real man, Fenris decided, would have taken the warrior roughly by the shoulders and kissed him until his lips were swollen, but no. Fenris had frozen, made a strange, strangled squeaking noise from the back of his throat, and forgotten how to breathe as Hawke turned a furious shade of scarlet. Maker, no wonder Isabela mocked them.

The giggling, probably Orlesian, couple vanished around a pillar, and Fenris immediately retreated his gaze. He knew what would happen. So his mind went blank for a moment, and was then promptly filled with Hawke's shoulders again.

"So many times out there," he sighed, leaning on the stone sill, "I've watched a happy pair of lovers walking in the night." He took a swig of Aggregio, swilling the crimson liquid thoughtfully around the bottle. He couldn't find the glasses, and even if he could, he doubted he'd use them. Except if Hawke asked – the man seemed to appreciate small luxuries. "They had a kind of glow around them," he continued, his eyes wandering back to the now – mostly – silent couple. "It almost looked like heaven's light."

He shrugged, resting his elbows on the stone and frowning, his fingertips straying, as they so often did when he was alone, to the silvery scarring on his chin and throat. They scared people. Venhedis, they scared the other slaves back in Minrathous. Some slaves sought company amongst each other, even if only for a few moments of oblivion, but never had Fenris been approached. Who would touch the Master's pet wolf, with his eerie marks and stark hair and angry eyes? "I knew I'd never know that warm and loving glow," he muttered, his fingers clenching around the wine bottle. "Thought I might wish with all my might, no face as hideous as my face was ever meant for heaven's light." He wondered, again, at Hawke's eyes when they spoke. Most people's eyes were fixed on the markings, following the rivers and planes of lyrium burns even as they spoke mechanically; but not Hawke's. Hawke looked at him when they spoke – really looked at him, as if he was not seeing they collared, growling stray dog of a slave most saw, but a person. Fenris.

"But suddenly an angel has smiled at me," he cried, suddenly, his heart leaping in his chest which may or may not have been influenced by half a bottle of Aggregio Pavali. "And kissed my cheek without a trace of fright!"

He tried his hardest to believe in the Maker, and a forgiving soul who would take all into His arms and they would be free – but maybe there was more to belief than just praying for the pain to leave, praying for a single memory, or sometimes for nothing at all. Maybe there were sometimes small miracles that showed themselves when you needed them. Maybe there was Hawke. "I dare to dream that he might even care for me," whispered Fenris to the night air, wondering, half-drunkenly, if it heard him. He was answered with a gentle shushing sound, as if the breeze had indeed heard, and understood. Yes. Small miracles. The Chantry rogue said the Maker moves in mysterious ways.

Fenris let a small, hopeful smile slip onto his mouth. "And as I watch these streets tonight, my cold dark mansion seems so bright…" He sighed again, his eyes tilting across to get a glimpse of Hawke's rooftop. "I swear it must be heaven's light."

The Maker moved in mysterious ways. And maybe He had seen Fenris, and maybe he had given him his miracle.

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I would appreciate critiques for this please, I'm not all that confident with writing fluff but I'd like to branch out a little… :)

Quite wordy, this one, but it's such a short song, and lovestruck Fenris is so cute, I thought it deserved some prose-ness. Hope you enjoyed!

A.N.1: I have a Tumblr blog now! If any of you guys are on it, reckon you could follow me? I need more people to follow! Username is trickstersandtoast . On that note, my Pen Name is changing to the same thing - anything you see in future will be written buy trickstersandtoast rather than WitchcraftAndTrcickery.

A.N. 2: This is the list of requests I'm going through. It'd be a massive favour to me if you guys could pick which ones you'd like to see!

- Belle (Beauty and the Beast)
- Poor Unfortunate Souls (Little Mermaid)
- King of New York (Newsies)
- When You Wish Upon A Star (Pinocchio)
- Give A Little Whistle (Pinocchio)
- Once Upon A Dream (Sleeping Beauty)
- Why Should I Worry (Oliver & Company)
- World's Greatest Criminal Mind (The Great Mouse Detective)
- Welcome To The Forty Thieves (Aladdin 2)
- When We're Human (Princess and the Frog)
- Under The Sea (Little Mermaid)
- Are You In Or Out (Aladdin 2)
- Everybody Wants To Be A Cat (Aristocats)

Up Next: Alistair learns that there is more to death than dying.