#hawglo

Genre: <i>Fluff</i>

Word count: <i>~350</i>

Summary: <i>Maglo has a surprise for Hawke.</i>

Pairings: <i>Hawke/Maglo</i>

Warnings: <i>Food mention</i>

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Hawke hesitated outside the door fiddling with his collar. He knew he didn't need to accept an award, as Siraye had told him- it was a great lie, but he knew that face. But he trusted her, so he dressed nicely anyway and arrived at the appointed room when requested.

He took a deep breath, and opened the door.

It was beautiful.

They were soft lights strung around the room, shimmering yellows and oranges and gentle reds. There was a table, with a tablecloth and everything, set with two plates of sweet pork, the scent wafting deliciously across the room. There were candles lit in the center of the table, and a vase of fresh flowers. No, actually, not a vase - they were growing right out of the table.

And right in front of him, fidgeting, looking terribly uncomfortable in a nice, starched shirt, stood Maglo.

Hawke...didn't know what to do with it. It was beautiful, but...was he supposed to check the setup over so someone else could have a lovely date?

"Hi," Hawke said. "What's this about?"

Maglo lit up bright red, and Hawke grinned. Pushing Maglo off balance, now this, this was familiar territory.

"I- well I mean, it's been exactly a month since I- since we- you know what, forget it, it's stupid-"

So it was for him. He hesitated a moment, the word <i>deserve</i> caught in his throat, but he bit it down. He had promised he'd try, and this was Maglo trying, too.

"It's perfect, Maglo. Thank you." And Hawke stepped right up into Maglo's space, took his blushing nerd in his arms, and kissed him.

He could feel the tension bleed out of Maglo, could feel the relief in his smile as he started to kiss back.

A loud, happy squeak rang out.

"And thank you for cooking, Doddle," Hawke said loudly, pulling back just enough to look around for her.

"Hey, I never said that, I totally could have cooked!" Maglo bristled.

Hawke grinned brightly. "You literally did just say that, though."

"Fuck!"

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