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PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT: Blackwall wearing the Ardent Blossom crown is the BEST. He is PERFECT. Almost as perfect as this to-die-for sketch of Baewall and Arya Lavellan by the inimitable @nsfwfrosch!!! 

I had to write a drabble to go along with this – I just had to. See below the cut!

Blackwall sighs quietly, but sits obediently still as Arya threads a flower into his beard.

She bites her lower lip as she trims the stem of another blossom, and Blackwall eyes her poorly concealed amusement with a weary sort of patience. “My lady, is this really necessary?” he pleads.

She lifts one brow at him. “Of course it’s not,” she said. She crosses her legs comfortably on the bed and tucks the flower into his beard.

He raises his eyebrows. “Arya,” he says warningly.

She widens her eyes at him. “Blackwall,” she replies, in a deep and mocking voice.

He shoots her a chiding look, and she releases a tinkling laugh as she sticks another bloom into his facial hair. “Come on, Ser Blackwall, don’t be so grumpy. I need your beard to match your hair.”

He sighs again, then continues to sit passively until she’s decorated his face with flowers. Then she rises on her knees and solicitously adjusts the magic-infused flower crown she found in an abandoned chest in Emprise du Lion.

“There,” she says softly, then sits back on her heels. Her glittering gaze slides over him, and his faint exasperation melts at the obvious affection in her eyes.

She lifts her eyes back to his face, and suddenly her cheeky grin is back. “You are the cutest man I have ever seen,” she announces.

He snorts indelicately; no one has ever called Thom Rainier cute. But he can feel his cheeks turning pink with pleasure all the same.

She shuffles close and straddles his lap, then her smiling lips capture his own with a kiss. He happily wraps his arms around her, his hands sliding under the loose fabric of his own cotton shirt that she’s commandeered for herself, his palms smoothing over her skin to stroke the line of her spine.

She melts into his embrace, and he drinks her in for a long, luxurious moment before she pulls away. She carefully adjusts one of the flowers in his beard.

Then the mischievous dimple of her smile is back. “You know who would love to see you looking so adorable? Dorian. And also Bull. And also Solas! I’ll go grab them.” Suddenly she’s off his lap and halfway toward the stairs.

“Wha- Arya!” he blurts. He leaps off the bed. “You wouldn’t dare!”

“Of course I would- hey!” She shrieks with laughter as he snatches her around the waist and lifts her off her feet.

She kicks her little elven feet and struggles in his arms like a demon, but Blackwall doesn’t release her until he’s back at the bed. He tosses her onto her back and pins her down palm-to-palm. “You’re not going anywhere,” he growls.

But his forbidding tone is ruined by the infernal flower crown slipping down over his eye.

Arya bursts into laughter and batters his flanks playfully with her knees. “You can’t tell the Inquisitor what to do! Sheer insubordination!”

Her mirth is infectious, seeping into him more thoroughly than the brilliant warmth of a winter fire, and his attempt at sternness abruptly melts without a trace. He beams at his joyful Dalish lover, then cradles her precious face in his hands and kisses her hard.

She wraps herself around him in a tangle of lithe and loving limbs, and Blackwall breathes in the bliss of her embrace. She might have stripped his gruff persona as surely as she stripped him of his shirt, but he doesn’t really mind.

If Arya thinks him cute, then a flowery beard he’ll keep.

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More Blackwall and Arya here on AO3, for anyone who’s interested! xo