For the Templars

This is basically my idea of what would have happened after the final battle supporting the Templars once Hawke became Viscount and before they fled. First time uploading a story and first time writing smut so bear with me. Reviews and helpful critique always welcome. Thanks for Reading xxx All characters belong to Bioware.

The Templars knelt before Hawke. She looked back at Fenris, Varric and Merrill, who all looked as confused as she was. Aveline, Sebastian and Isabella stood as the side of the Gallows waiting for a signal from Hawke. Hawke had left them when she went to fight the mages, and they proved invaluable when Knight Commander Meredith turned on them. Cullen stood first and watched her carefully, before he spoke:

"Champion, we need you know more than ever. The Knight Commander and First Enchanter are both dead. Kirkwall needs a new leader. Perhaps it would be best if it was you."

Hawke was sure her jaw had landed somewhere in the Deep Roads. Her? Viscount? She was a Ferelden refugee; she had a hard enough time being accepted into Kirkwall nobility after the deep roads, and although the resentment eased slightly after she had killed the Arishock and saved Kirkwall, it was still there. Before Hawke could say anything Varric – the loveable dwarf that he was - decided for her:

"That would be great, now I should think that you Templars would start to prepare for her coronation. I think that the finest Ale and Alcohol should be brought in celebration an…OW! Hawke what in the void?" Varric rubbed his head as Hawke withdrew her hand and sighed.

"Shut up Varric. Cullen, are you sure. I don't know the first thing about being Viscount, and how would whats left of Kirkwall react to be being suddenly named Viscount out of the blue?" Hawke looked at Cullen. She could leader their merry band of misfits…well, what was left of it anyway, but an entire city was another matter.

"We should discuss this further later Champion; I believe it would be best for you and your companions to come with me to the Keep where more arrangements shall be made." Cullen smiled softly. Hawke looked around she saw some Templars and the last of the mages she was able to save were looking at her with awe in their eyes. She looked carefully at her companions; each appeared to support the idea. Then she looked at him. Fenris' eyes softened when they met hers and gave a slight nod and smile. Hawke couldn't help but love his smiles, they were more common now, and Hawke treasured every one.

"Very well Cullen. Aveline, you and Isabella can take a few Templars and search for Donnic and any surviving abomination. Varric, you and Merrill see if there is anyone who needs help around the Gallows and lowtown. Fenris, Sebastian, and I will go with Cullen to the Keep. Meet us there when you are finished." Everyone nodded and began organising for their tasks and Hawke lead Cullen, Fenris and Sebastian to the keep. There was silence on the boat ride and on their walk to the keep. There were a few looters, and a small group of blood mages on their way, but nothing they couldn't handle. Hawke looked at her companions, Cullen was silent on their journey, and Fenris watched her carefully with his - as Merrill put it – his puppy eyes, Maker, she loved that elf. Sebastian was distraught, and she knew it, Grand Cleric Elthina had been like a mother to him. She wondered what he would decide to do. They had talked about him staying in the Chantry, but that didn't really seem like on option now. As they approached the Keep, Hawke stopped at her estate. So much had happened to regain it. And even more had happened within its walls. The estate seemed to be always filled with laughter, fancy dinner parties thrown by her mother, drinking parties, the noble parties, which Hawke just loved, as one can imagine. The door was locked, and Hawke took out her key from inside her sidepack before turning to Cullen:

"I want to check on Bodahn, Sandle and Orana, see if their harmed." Hawke spoke camly, before she quickly checked inside. How Sandle had got from her estate, to the Gallows and back again was a mystery to her. Bohdan and Orana were fussing over her as she walked through the door.

"Oh mistress thank the Maker you are safe." Orana spoke shyly, Bohdan was looking out the door and the look on his face showed his confusion.

"Pardon me Messere, but you are not hurt are you?"

"No Bodahn, I am fine. I'm actually here to check on you. Are you all alright?" Bodahn sighed as he looked at her,

"We are all fine Messere, it is us who should be concerned about you."

Hawke smiled at him. Bodahn had been like a father to her during his time here. "I am well, no worries. I will be staying at the Keep for the next few days, be careful and lock the doors. Who knows what is still out there." She rummaged in her pockets for a few seconds and pulled out a key. "Use this on the chest in the Library behind the door. I have 20 sovereigns in it, I want you to take it when you go to Orlais and if Orana wished so, would you please take her with you? I should be back here the morning to pick up some items, but remember to say Goodbye before you go. I will miss you all."

Hawke said as she handed him the key. Bodahn looked at her with wonder in his eyes for a second, "You have been to kind to us Messere, we will write when we get to Orlais, I swear." She gave each of them a quick hug before Orana handed her a small pack with a change of clothes inside. Hawke left the estate and started on the short walk to the Keep with Cullen a few steps ahead.

The doors of the main entrance opened slowly and the Seneschal was waiting to direct them. He looked at Hawke with a raised eyebrow, but did not speak and just directed them inside. The keep was dark and Hawke saw some servants, guards and citizens around the Keep all looking to her. Some Nobles still thought that Hawke was beneath them, despite her rescuing them from the Qunari attack three years ago.

The Seneschal spoke to a few servants, telling them to make everyone as comfortable as possible, and Hawke heard him say "and to be prepared to accommodate any ...unusual people, who might come later looking for the Champion." Hawke rolled her eyes but couldn't blame him for his perception of her friends. They were all fine to her. Or maybe that's you just becoming as insane as each of them, Hawke smiled as herself, she probably was worse than all of them put together and she knew everyone would probably agree.

The Seneschal returned to them before he directed them to follow him as he walked them through the halls into the Viscount chambers. Sebastian requested a separate room away from them so he could be alone and gather his thoughts. "And you may stay here Serah Hawke, this was previously Viscount Dumar's chambers. They have not been used since his rather…untimely death. However you will find that they have been seen to in advance." Bran opened the door to a lavish chamber. A large four-poster bed was in the back of the rooms with lavish throws and sheets on it. There were also several chairs made of dark wood with fine detail carved into them, around a small table made of the same wood which looked as if only two people could eat comfortably at, and a large window which provided a view of Kirkwall.

"Thank you Seneschal Bran, and one more thing. If any of my other companions arrive, could you make sure they are well taken care of. Thank you." Hawke said as she walked to the centre of the room admiring it.

"Of course, and Ser Cullen, there is a room for you down the hall, I shall show you, if you wish." Bran turned away and walked down the hall. Cullen turned to Hawke before he left, "That is not necessary, for I should return to the Gallows to see if any records may still be saved. We shall speak in the morning. Goodnight Champion." Fenris closed the doors after Cullen had turned away to follow the Seneschal, and turned to Hawke who was smiling softly at him. "Well at least the room is nice."

"Fesis bei umo canavarum." The sound of his gauntlets hitting the floor startled Hawke and before she could say anything his lips were pressed firmly on hers in a brutal kiss. One of his hands snaked into her hair while the other gripped her around her waist. Hawke felt his tongue luck her bottom lip, and she opened her mouth to him. A moan escaped her lips, and she was rewarded with a deep growl from his throat. He had started to become more dominant in their relationship, and even shown a developing kinky streak, not that she was complaining. He started to fumble at the clasps of her armour, while never breaking the kiss. Fenris was always fact with his hands and her armour fell away and she was soon left standing in her smalls. Fenris picked her up and threw her roughly on the bed. Hawke grunted when she hits the sheets and sat up on her elbows to see Fenris stripping down to his leggings, revealing the intricate Lyrium design on his chest, before he returned to her lips in a passionate kiss. When he pulled away what seemed like a sweet eternity later, Hawke saw the tenderness in his eyes. Fenris raised a hand and cupped her face as he spoke:

"I thought I was going to lose you. Don't you ever do anything so reckless ever again!"

Hawke was always carefree. Always laughing and joking, she trusted far too easily and it usually came back to bite her in the ass. Even as they were going into battle the Arishock and the final battle against the mages, she was still joking. He loved and hated that about her. She was probably the most talented rogue he had ever seen, could unlock and chest, disarm any trap, but she never took anything seriously. The only times he had ever seen her serious were after Bethany's death in the deeproads, Leandra's death, when he was kidnapped by the mages and Templars, and when Anders destroyed the Chantry. But how she could be so calm in those situations, confused and amazed him. He had only seen her cry once, after he left her, and Fenris made a promise to himself that night that he would never let Hawke cry again, not over him, not over anything.

Hawke kissed his palm and brought him back to the room. "Fenris, I know that sometimes I worry you, but as long as you're with me we will be fine." She smiled that beautiful smile of hers, and her eyes glinted with mischief. "And besides, if I was as boring as the rest of you, nothing fun would ever happen around here…speaking of which…" Hawke wrapped her legs around Fenris' waist and flipped them. Fenris' eyes widened at her forwardness, but relaxed when Hawke started kissing him again.

Hawke ran her hands down his Lyrium scarred chest until she reached his leggings. She smirked as she slipped her hands under them and stroked his length. Fenris groaned as she kissed and bit her way down his chest until she reached his leggings, pulling them off. Hawke looked at his dick, already standing proudly. What a man...and all mine. Hawke thought while she stroked him before looking up at him through her lashes. Fenris was trying hard to bite back a moan, and failed miserably when he felt Hawke start to lick him. Hawke licked him from the base of his balls to the tip of his cock, making sure that no area was left unexplored.

Fenris groaned as she took him fully into her mouth. Maker, how could one woman give him this much pleasure? She knew exactly what to do to him now and he was finding it harder and harder to remain in control as she bobbed her head on him. Fernis twisted his hand into her hair and gave her a better rhythm. She relaxed her throat so she could take more of him in, and Hawke could feel how close he was by the soft glow of the Lyrium off him. Fenris suddenly pulled her head up and turned them, so that she was now pinned beneath him. Fenris kissed Hawke passionately, trying to show her all of his feelings in this one moment. He began kissing down her neck, till he reached the crook of her neck and bit hard enough so that there would be a mark. Hawke moaned and arched her back as Fenris reached her chest. Fenris her chestband off, receiving a giggle from Hawke.

"In a hurry are we?" Hawke stopped giggling and started to moan when he began licking her right nipple taking it into his mouth and kneading the other with his hand. Once he was satisfied with one, he turned his attention to the other, while his other hand reached under her panties. She was dripping wet and more than ready for him. But he wasn't finished with her yet. Fenris bit softly on her nipple as he softly fingered her. Hawke arched her back into him, seeking more contact, but he withdrew his fingers receiving a slight whimper from Hawke.

"Patientia mea. Ego sum iustus questus coepi." Fenris smirked and kissed his way down her perfect body till he was face to face with her final article of clothing. He quickly removed it and licked her dripping sex. Hawke arched her back and ran her fingers through his hair trying to bring him closer. Fenris thrust his tongue into her, taking his time tasting her and listened to her sweet moans. "Fenris…please…" He heard weakly from above him.

"Please what, mea?" The slight thrusting of her hips was all he needed to know…but a little bit of torture never hurt her.

"You know what…uh Fenris, please…I want it" Hawke begged. Fenris loved to hear her beg, the mighty Hawke, Champion of Kirkwall, was begging him to give her release. He wore a cocky grin and soon decided that enough was enough.

Fenris positioned himself between her legs and grazed her sex with his cock receving a moan from Hawke. "Please Fenris, I want you inside me." Fenris leaned forward and gave Hawke a quick kiss before he began pushing into her slowly. Once he was fully sheathed within her, they both let out deep moans.

The feeling was sublime.

Their body's fit together perfectly, and he took it as a sign from the Maker that she had been made for him. They began a slow pace; he would always take his time with her. He continued slowly for a few minutes before their passion and desire overtook them and they began thrusting brutally, matching the others rhythm. He straightened up as he thrust into her. Fenris gripped Hawke's hips tightly, he was sure there would be bruises tomorrow. Perfect. He thought, and he took that moment to look down at Hawke. Her long red hair was sprawled out around her, a thin line of sweat on her almost untouched skin. Their first night together he had been surprised to see that the tattoo on the right side of her face was the only mark on her. There were a few scars on her body now, and a light blush across her face. Her soft lips were parted slightly as she moaned at each of his thrusts.

She had never looked more beautiful to him.

Fenris lay on his back and pulled Hawke ontop of him. She put her hands on his chest to steady herself as she found a pace as she slid up and down his cock. Fenris gripped her hips moving her faster. He watched her breasts bounce as she matched his thrusts. Fenris grabbed them, increasing her crys of pleasure. Her moans drove him to thrust harder. He sat up with her still on top of him so he could kiss her.

Hawke could feel her release drawing close and ran her nails down his back. Fenris grunted and drew away from her lips and kissed along her jaw till he reached the neglected side of her, and bit down hard of her neck drawing blood. The pain was nothing in comparison to the pleasure he was giving her, and it all became too much. Fenris could feel her inevitable release and licked the outline of her ear.

"Come for me Hawke." Fenris growled in her ear, Hawke came and screamed his name. Fenris couldn't hold on much longer and thrust into her a few times before spilling his seed inside her before he fell backwards on to the bed, with her on top of him, both panting to regain their breath. Fenris kissed the top of her head gently and slowly ran his fingers up and down her spine. Hawke spoke softly stirring him from his sleepy state.

"Fenris, whatever happens, please stay with me." Hawke looked up at him, her blue eyes questioning. Fenris drew her face till up it was level with his and spoke tenderly.

"Nothing will keep me from you." Fenris kissed her delicately, and she knew he meant it. Hawke laid her head on his chest and listened to his heartbeat. Tomorrow would bring more changes, and she wasn't quite sure she was ready for them. But so long as she had Fenris, she knew everything would be fine.

That's it for chapter 1! I used goggle translate in basic latin for Arcanum. Please review! Xxx

Fesis bei umo canavarum – You will be the death of me

Patientia mea. Ego sum iustus questus coepi – Patience my heart. I am just getting started.

Mea – My heart