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“You are being ridiculous,” Fenris says as he turns the page, not bothering to lift his eyes from the words. Hawke still paces, threading a hand through his hair.

“They’re going to roast me alive,” he says, sounding so thoroughly agonized. At this, Fenris finally does look up, the briefest and driest glance towards a most distressed Hawke.

“How are you so sure that someone will ask you to dance?”

“They will. They always do. I’ve run out of excuses. They’ve started cornering me quicker,” he says. Hawke crosses his arms, rubs a hand against his beard. “If I step on Lady Mordant’s feet, I’ll crush her toes.” A mortified whisper. Fenris rolls his eyes, marks his spot with the bookmark and tosses the book onto the couch beside him. Closing the distance between them, he puts his hands on Hawke’s arms.

“Take my hand. Put your other at the small of my back,” he tells him. Hawke pauses in his panic for a brief moment, eyes wide as he processes Fenris’s words. Something clicks, and he leaps to action, doing exactly as he’s told. Fenris’ hand rests on his shoulder.

“Are we really doing this?” Hawke asks, but Fenris ignores the question.

“I will lead first, and then you will take over.” His foot kicks at Hawke’s. “One, two, three, four.” More kicks at his feet, directing Hawke completely. Hawke is looking down between them, haltingly trying to find the rhythm. “One, two, three, four. Hawke, you need to look at me, not at our feet.” His head snaps upwards, and there’s a brief squeeze around Fenris’s hand. “Do not look away,” he says.

“Yes sir,” the words fall from Hawke’s mouth. A scoff, a smile he tries to hide, and Fenris shakes his head. One, two, three, four. Hawke’s steps are clumsy, uncoordinated, but he does not look away. There’s an easy smile on his lips, something lax and loving, his hand warm against Fenris’s back. “You should just come with me.”

“I doubt Kirkwall’s nobility would be pleased to see me at one of their famous balls,” Fenris says.

“I would be pleased to see you,” Hawke says.

“That is different.”

“No it’s not. Fenris, I’m serious, come with me. I won’t have to make excuses if I tell them I already have someone to dance with, and I have that someone with me. You’re the only one I want to dance with.” Hawke steps on his feet as he says it, and startled, he looks away, looks between them.

“And how do you know that I want to dance with you?” Fenris asks. The rhythm ends as the smile spreads across Hawke’s face. Hand squeezing around his, and Hawke pulls him closer. He peppers Fenris’s temple and forehead with kisses, and Fenris’s hand slips from his shoulder to the nape of his neck. An easy smile on his lips, something lax and loving. It doesn’t escape Hawke’s notice.

“That’s how,” he says softly. He leans forward, a proper kiss this time. He lets it linger, lost in it, and Hawke struggles to open his eyes again when they finally part. It takes a moment for language to come back to Fenris’s tongue.

“If you step on my toes even once, I will leave,” he says.

By @pegaeae!!!

It's so PERFECT!!! Just fyi @pegaeae, I really love and adore your work, hun - I can't stop staring at it! It's of my Ellana Lavellan and Solas sparring and I am in LOVEEEEE with it. Everyone look at this work of beauty and ENJOY. Also go commission @pegaeae. Just do ittttt!!☆☆♡♡

OH.. OH He’d be on his Best Dalish Behavior... the hero of ferelden? Alive and happily, proudly Dalish? He’ll put on a shirt that doesn’t show cleavage he’d have the deepest respect and admiration for her.

I’m finally working on Charity Case again, and I commissioned @pegaeae to draw Alistair/Beth and Naia/Zev! I asked for Alistair and Beth’s first meeting and LOOK HOW CUTE YOU GUYS! Alistair has a DFRC t-shirt on WITH A MABARI. BRB dying of happiness. 

But. It gets better, because I also asked for Naia and Zev looking flirtily at each other from across the hall. Check THIS out.

Nope, no sexual tension there. Absolutely none ;)

Thank you!

ok so not actually tagged by the lovely and talented @maydei but this sounded like such a neat idea that I wanted to do it so I stole borrowed it <3

A little preview from somewhere in the middle-ish of my SebHawke fic, Very little, as apparently big things start happening on page 7. o.o

“No admittance, ser. Don’t even know how you got this far. On your way now.”

He hears Varric chuckle behind him. His own smile is cooler, what he imagines regal authority to be. He thinks of his father and the way he held his head.

“Gentlemen. You are to be applauded for doing your duty so admirably. Your loyalty will be remembered. But right now, you are denying entry to the rightful Prince of Starkhaven, so I would suggest you step aside.”

“Might even consider running to tell someone,” Hawke offers over his shoulder.

Tagging @sulevinblade @diemarysues (hi bb it’s Erin <3), @anjelica-grey @cuillere @ocean-in-my-rebel-soul @cullenvhenan @pegaeae