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This is true! but what fenris says is sweet too biggrin "Promise me you wont die, I cant bear the thought of living without you" *fangirl scream* a truly beautiful moment crying YES Havishanta we would enjoy from reading while we have deep conversations xD. MORE MORE MORE ANDRASTE'S ASHES MORE!

Fenris is just to broody and "F Mage this and that" for me I've always played as a mage or a rouge. I mean Zevran with his "I don't know how to make love,but I damn sure know how to F---" had sweeter moments then Fenris and I feel like they rushed Zevran's story.

Surprisingly I've had Fenris say that to me at the end of one of my games. Where I literally had sex with every character then turned them down trying to get Anders back,but I failed lol.

“That was…” Fenris began, panting.

“I know…” you breathed, lying next to him on the bed. Your hand floated down to your sensitive spot, but you retracted it immediately, hissing in pain.

“Are you alright?” Fenris propped up on an arm, looking at you, concerned.

“Yeah, you were just…a little rough.”

“I…thought you enjoyed—”

“I did, I did,” you interrupted him. “Just um.” You burrowed into his chest, blushing. “Hawke was smaller.”

Fenris chuckled, wrapping an arm around you. “Must have been nice, with Hawke.”

You smirked up at him. “Got your eye on Hawke, have we?”

Fenris smirked, but his eyes were soft. “Not as long as I have you.”

Your lips met, and you knew you had never heard truer words.

If enough people are interested, that would be wonderful. I know one person in the guild is already helping, but anyone else would be greatly appreciated!

It was the middle of the day when someone knocked on the door. You set down your lute and took out the quill hanging from your mouth to answer.

“Anders?” This was strange. Anders had never come to visit you before. You only saw each other through work, whether he was administering a regular check-up or you were singing at the Hanged Man.

“May I come in?” he asked, giving you his signature, lopsided smile.

“Of course!” you said, stepping aside. The mage took no time in entering the home, eyes taking in your abode as he walked to the other side of the room and leaned against the table. The crinkling of parchment as he rested himself on the wood alerted him to your previous activity.

“You were penning a song?”

“Yes.” You walked to where you previously sat, sliding the parchment out from under him and putting both it and your lute away. “I heard it a while ago and wanted to learn how to play it. It reminds me of you, actually.”

“Really?” Anders’s expression was a mix of surprise and amusement. “Can I see it?”

You shook your head, crossing back over to him. “It’s not finished yet. I’m hoping to sing it to you sometime, though.”

“I would like that very much.” He smiled and you smiled back.

“So, what brings you here?” you asked. “And what is that in your hands?”

“Oh, I—” He became rather solemn. “I wanted you to have this.”

“A…pillow?” you asked, taking it.

“Hand-embroidered by my mother. The only thing of hers they let me keep when I went to the Circle.”

You felt your eyes widen as you looked at the gift in his hands. You remembered this scene from the game, only it had been with Varric rather than you. That meant Anders had already put his plan into action. Your time was limited. “Why are you giving it to me?” you asked, rather forthright.

Anders smiled. “You’ve been a good friend, Songbird.”

You shook your head vehemently. “Anders, the only reason you would give this to me is if something was going to happen…happen to you…”

A watery chuckle escaped his lips. “You always were a bright one.” He looked down at the ground, before slowly taking your hand in his. “I…know you won’t understand why I must do what I must, but I was hoping you’d support me.”

“You haven’t even told me what you’ve planned!”

“And that is how it must be! You can’t get involved!” Anders looked you in the eyes. “There’s no reason we both need to hang.”

His brown eyes bore into your own, as if he was trying to tell you something, but for the life of you, you couldn’t figure out what! After a few moments, the mage sighed. “Look, I’m a liar. I’m a monster, and the truth is, there’s no one in Kirkwall I wouldn’t kill to see mages free. What do you think of that?”

“You would kill even me?”

Anders took a long look at you then sighed, setting the pillow down on the table. He rubbed his temples with the now freed hand. You took in his form, and began to notice things. Like how pallid his skin had become, the cold sweat that you felt on his hands, the dark circles under his eyes…Without thinking twice, you pulled yourself towards him into his chest, wrapping your arms around his torso.

“You look like you could use one of these. Doesn’t look like you’ve slept for days.”

“I haven’t,” he murmured, playing with your hair.

“There must be a peaceful solution,” you said from where your head rested on his chest.

“No.”

“If you talk to the Grand Cleric—”

“No.”

“If…Meredith steps down,” you stammered.

“They see mages as monsters,” he lamented. “They can’t imagine a world with room for all of us. Maybe they’re right.”

You were silent for long moments as you processed his words and tried to think of some sort of reply. The soothing motion of him twirling and running his fingers through your hair helped clear your mind of the buzz that was him. He smelled…musty…like a rainy mountain covered in evergreens. But also, a little sweet, like it was a spring rain, about to coat the land with its sustenance so that all those buds that covered the mountain could bloom into dozens of Andraste’s Grace.

“If you want mages to be free,” you spoke slowly, “you can’t turn to violence. You need to convince people you’re not dangerous.”

“Impossible,” he shook his head into your hair, inhaling deeply.

“All you would achieve,” you continued, “is proving the Templars right, and I know that’s the last thing you want.”

“Do you know how long I’ve been telling them that? Mage after mage in Kirkwall, turning to blood magic because it’s easy. I always said they were their own worst enemies, but I never thought I…” You felt him sigh against your scalp.

“Whatever you’ve planned, Anders, there’s still time to stop it.” You retracted from him and caressed his face. His stubble prickled your fingers.

“Yes, time…” he said, mesmerized by your eyes. “Maybe there’s still time.”

Suddenly, he looked down. His skin cracked and shone blue from the tears, and his eyes mimicked the glow. “Leave!” Vengeance called, pushing you away. “This does not concern you!”

“This is Anders’s choice, not yours!” you yelled back, taking a step forward.

“I am Anders. You have given into sloth. You would stand by while mages are abducted and tortured. Go! Anders has no need of you!”

“No, he has no need of you!” You curled your ball into a fist and punched him across the face. But the hit didn’t stick. Vengeance growled and, rushing towards you, slammed you against the wall, pinning you against him. Twisting and turning, you struggled to break free.

“Anders! Anders! Wake up!” you cried desperately, but that only seemed to make the apparition angrier as he held you tighter, tight enough to bruise.

Finally, the grip on you loosened.

“What? What’s going on? Why am I—?” Anders didn’t let go of you as he shook his head back and forth, as if trying to jog his memory.

“Vengeance took over. He—he—” Your voice cracked and you stopped yourself, feeling tears p***k your eyes.

“What? What are you—” he stopped as realization dawned on him, and put a hand to his forehead. “I’m having more…blanks in my memory. It’s like the longer we go, the less of me there is. ******** should have never done this.” Anders looked up at you slowly, eyes meeting yours. “I thought, maybe…you, could help make a difference, but he’s too strong. I’ve—I’ve tried my best. Don’t hate me for failing.”

“You won’t fail,” you told him, gaze softening. “If it’s anything in my power, I’ll make sure of it.”

Anders gave a small smile. “You are the one bright light left in Kirkwall.”

You smiled back.

It was at that moment that your smiles faded, though, as you noticed your position: bodies touching, faces inches apart. Blushes formed on both you. It would be so easy to kiss him. Both your gazes flickered down, then met each other’s once more. You were both thinking the same thing.

“I…should go,” Anders said simply. And just as suddenly as he’d arrived, he scampered off.

Only his pillow remained.

“I got your missive and came as soon as I could,” you stammered out, but shut your mouth as soon as you had fully entered Hawke’s estate. Gathered in the main foyer, stood all of Hawke’s family and companions, surrounding Hawke, who stood in the center. The rogue gave his wolfish grin before motioning you to come.

“Nice of you to finally join us. Worried you might have gotten lost.”

“We were about to send Merrill to go find you,” Varric added. Merrill’s eyes widened as the group started laughing.

“Well, that’s not very nice,” you thought you heard her mutter.

“Regardless,” you said, joining the circle at its nearest entry point, “I’m here now, so what’s going on?”

“The mutt’s gone missing,” Isabela drawled, twirling a dagger aimlessly.

“Hawke’s dog.” Aveline emphasized each word, giving the pirate a sharp look.

“It’s best we search for him in groups,” Hawke began, “pairing people who he’s accustomed to with fighters, in case we run into any trouble. The people he likes the most are myself, Mother, Uncle Gamlen, Aveline, and you, Songbird.” You shouldn’t have been too surprised at your mention; the pup had taken to you quite earnestly.

“Sebastian, I’ll trust you with Mother. Merrill with Gamlen. Aveline, keep Isabela in line. I’ll go with Varric. And you,” Hawke’s eyes met yours, “with Anders and—”

“Wait. I don’t trust the mage with her,” Fenris cut him off.

Hawke smirked. “Well, you won’t have to. I’m pairing you with them.”

“No, I refuse to work with him,” the elf growled. “I’ll take her, the mage can work on his own.”

“Did you not hear what Hawke just said? Our hound will only respond to someone he likes, Anders can’t go alone,” Aveline said.

“Personally, I think he’s just getting possessive over the girl. Since they’re ******** and all,” Isabella said through a cattish smirk.

Aveline sighed and rolled her eyes. “To think I’d agree with a whore.”

“Well, Elf, that settles it, then. You’ll just have to go with them to make sure they don’t end up wrapped in each other’s arms.” Varric chuckled to himself, winking in your direction.

Fenris growled at the thought, but kept his mouth shut otherwise.



“I don’t suppose you know any tracking spells?” you asked Anders as you walked down Hightown’s stairs.

“No,” Fenris cut in. “I refuse to use magic as a means to an end.”

Anders glared at the warrior. Eventually he spoke, slowly, “I’m afraid I don’t.” His harsh gaze never left Fenris.

“Well, it’s not like we can exactly look for paw prints in the pavement,” you told the elf. “Anyways, I guess we should decide on an area to search.”

“Hawke assigned us to Darktown,” Anders said.

“Of course, the most terrifying part of town. Just how I wanted to spend my afternoon.” An involuntary shiver racked your frame.

Anders put a hand on your arm. “I won’t let anything happen to you.” You began to smile in his direction when a rough grab of his arm shook even you.

“If you know what’s good for you, mage, you’ll keep your hands off.”

“Fenris!” you called in shock. Your gaze flickered to Anders, who seemed amused, but the hurt in his eyes was not hidden to you. You knew how much he hated the negative stigma against mages. He held up his free hand to stop you from further pursuing the matter.

“What do you say, Fenris? Can we put aside our differences for the good of the lady?”

The elf growled, as Anders had yet to let go of your arm, and tightened his grip. Anders didn’t even flinch.

“Fenris…he’s my friend…please…”

Fenris glanced at you, then growled at the mage once more. He obviously did not want to let Anders get away with whatever offense he had committed, but finally, he shoved the mage away. “Well, tell your friend to keep his filthy, mage hands to himself.”

“I’m sure that can be arranged,” you said carefully, wary of creating more conflict. “Now, c’mon, each second we waste is a second further from finding the dog.”

Fenris grumbled and stalked off. As soon as the elf was out of sight, Anders took no time in drawing close to you. “You need to learn to control your pet,” he said in a low voice.

You sighed. They would never get along, would they? “Let’s just go.”



“You know, you don’t have the temperament for a slave,” Anders said suddenly as the three of you walked about Darktown.

“Is that a compliment or an insult?” Fenris asked in a tone that implied the latter would result in grave injury.

“I’m just trying to figure out how your master didn’t kill you.”

“Anders!” you shoved the mage and he merely flashed you a charming smirk.

“How have the Templars not killed you?” Fenris asked.

“I’m charming,” Anders said.

Fenris glared at him. “She only hangs around your type because she doesn’t know any better.”

“Really? And you think you do?”

“Could we stop talking about me as if I’m not here?” you sighed, trying to focus on the task at hand. But you could swear you had scoured every alleyway, and that wretched mutt wasn’t in a lick of sight.

“It’s funny,” Fenris continued. “I recall you saying something a while ago.”

“Shut up,” Anders said.

“I can control it. Wasn’t that what you said?”

“So help me.”

“Drop it, both of you!” you turned around, to glare at them. “Fenris,” your sharp gaze met the elf. He subconsciously straightened his back from your tone of authority. “Just because we’re ******** doesn’t mean you own me. I’ll associate with whomever I please. Anders.” The mage gave you yet another charming smirk.

“Yes?”

“Spurring him on is not helping matters. We have a mission, and we need to accomplish it.”

“Yes, boss.” The smirk never left his face and the longer it remained, the more you wanted to slap it off of him. But just as the thought crossed your mind, something caught your eye.

Wordlessly, brows furrowed, you stalked in the direction you had seen a glimpse of what you thought to be a canine. When sight failed you, you counted on listening.

…

Yes! Barking!

The others heard it as well, and three of you ran to its source. But none of you could have been prepared for what you saw next.

Several small balls of fur surrounded an emaciated, dirty Mabari, who lay fast asleep as her pups drank from her teats. A well-groomed, collared Mabari, Hawke’s, no doubt, lay curled up beside her, but bolted upright and practically pounced you as soon as you came into sight. He actually pushed you to the ground from the force, and you fell on your back, letting out uneasy laughter as he attacked you with puppy-kisses all over your face.

“Hound! Off!” Fenris called, but the Mabari merely wagged his tail in excitement, barked in reply, then continued his loving assault.

“Okay, okay, I get it, I get it, now let me up you insufferable pup!”

He barked once more, but hopped off of you this time.

“She must be a stray,” Anders said, kneeling down near the mother to observe her. “No collar, starved, and that stench…”

“Fenris, go get Hawke. Tell him we’ve found his hound…and that’s he’s in for a surprise.”

Fenris looked back and forth between you and Anders. “Why can’t you send the mage?”

You looked back to find Anders engrossed in his work, hands glowing green as he assessed the dog and just how poor her health was.

“Because we need him here to see if this dog can be saved, and it’s not safe for me to go alone, so I’m trusting you. Can you do that for me?”

When you phrased it that way, he became set to prove himself. “Of course. I’ll be back.”

As soon as the elf left, you walked back to Anders, crouching beside him. “How is she?”

“Definitely a stray…but how did Hawke’s dog even find her in the first place? Shouldn’t he be locked inside the house all day?”

You simply shrugged. “Mabaris are smart creatures. And they have needs.”

Anders chuckled. “Right.Needs.” He paused for a moment before his mischievous gaze caught yours. “Do you have needs?”

You shook your head and shoved the mage playfully. “Focus on your work, lover boy.”

He chuckled, and the two of you remained huddled together while he healed the stray, enjoying one another’s company as time passed around you.

There there young lady...watch ypour language as a crew member...wait, who am I kidding? It was indeed ******** awesome... wink

I couldn't help it I was literally crying so MANY FEELS TO MANY FEELS xD wink

Your hazy surroundings alerted you that, once again, you were in the Fade. Justice leaned against the outer wall of the Hanged Man, and you stomped over to him.

“It was you! You were the one who egged him on! Who made him, who made him—” You were so angry you actually lost the ability to speak. You couldn’t even think through the haze in your mind, or really see anything through a red fog that blurred your vision.

Barely, you noticed Justice shake his head. “No, that was Vengeance.”

“Vengeance?” you repeated the word as if it held some meaning, but couldn’t decipher it at the moment. However, as the haze cleared and thoughts began to normalize, you recognized it. “If it was Vengeance that made him destroy the Chantry, how are you Justice now?”

“Once I was free of Anders, I had time to return to my true nature. The Fade healed me.”

“I managed to convince Anders to give up his plan, but Vengeance stopped me. Vengeance is going to make him do it.” You inhaled sharply, shaking your head. “I don’t know what to do. How can I compete against an apparition that’s on the verge of possessing him entirely?”

Justice’s voice rang clear. “There is a wise woman who can be found atop Sundermount. Go to her and inquire as to the rites of exorcism.”

“Exorcism? You would have me separate you from Anders?”

Justice nodded gravely. “He is too far gone for any other option. This is the only way.”

Your gaze turned downcast as you processed his words and what his request entailed, and you shook your head as realization dawned on you. “But the only known methods of exorcism involve a lot of lyrium and mages or a live sacrifice. I have no access to the former, and no desire towards the latter.”

“That’s why I’m sending you to this wise woman. She may know a different way.”

“Okay…okay…” you took a deep breath, preparing yourself for the trials ahead. “I’ll do it.”