I'm using my William Hawke for this, because he's the only one that doesn't romance Fenris or Anders. This ideas been stuck in my head for ages. Its nice to get it out. Guy guy love dudes. If you hate it, this is not for you.
There is strong sexual mentioning. Swear words, to. There is no smut! So far...
BIOWARE OWNS IT!
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He hated the deep roads. And now they were stuck in them.
"I'm gonna find that son of a bitch! Sorry mother. And kill him!" Varric said. An unfortunate event had happened. It turned out that not only the deep roads drove people crazy. Apparently so did greed, power, and jealousy. They had been trapped in the deep roads by Varric's brother, Bartrand. The asshole left them here to die!
"Just save some of him for me to kill. The jackass." Hawke said. Anders looked at the rest of the group, and saw Isabela rolling her eyes, and Fenris standing there brooding like he usually did. He still didn't understand that elf. But he did know how sexy he was...Maker, dammit! Stop thinking about the prickly elf! He sighed at the whole problem.
"Lets just try and get out of here. The sooner, the better." He said. Hawke glared lightly at him, but started walking anyway. Leading them to where ever they would be caught next.
They had walked quiet a bit, before encountering darkspawn. It was such a pain in the ass. All he wanted to do right now, was get back to his little clinic, and not leave till his calling. They walked more and encountered rock wraiths. It was a bit strange but they continued anyway.
Eventually there was one that didn't attack them on sight. He said he could help them escape. He warned Hawke not to listen to ANYTHING it said. Hawke denied the demon out of pure stubbornness. They killed it easily. And moved on.
They came to a circular part, and was ambushed by the biggest rock wraith ever. During the battle, Anders noticed Fenris faltering slightly. He decided after Hawke had taken the demon out, that he would keep a closer eye on the elf.
It turned out that the rock wrath was guarding a treasure trove. And they were also pleased when they acquired a key to the door that would get them out of there. They grabbed all the coin they could, and left. Finally.
After that they had traveled for a few hours, before Someone spoke up.
"Um, Hawke? Can we take a short rest." Fenris. Anders looked at the elf, and noticed the black spots on his neck, and they were spreading. Hawke turned around to look at him.
"We need to get out of here. I would think you of all people would know that." He said. Fenris lifted his hand up to his forehead, as he started to fall. Anders caught him just before he hit the floor. He sat him onto the ground, and checked his temperature. He was boiling. He then checked the elves pulse, it was to slow. Isabela came to sit next to him.
"Whats wrong with him?" She asked. He inspected the spots on his neck, and the elf made a growling noise, as he prodded at the spots. It seemed that was the only thing the elf could do.
"Is this gonna take long?" Hawke asked. Anders rolled his eyes.
"It all depends on what he's got." He said. Varric came to his other side.
"And whats he got?" The dwerf asked. Anders examined the elf a bit more, before realizing what he had. His hands drew back in shock, and he gasped lightly.
"It-it...He-he's got the taint." He stuttered out. Isabela shot to her feet, gasping. Varric look at the elf sadly. He saw the Fenris' eyes starting to close his eyes, so he shook him lightly. "Don't you dare, you stupid elf." He said, his voice breaking a bit. He could feel the tears that threatened to spill, but he outright refused to let them. Fenris' eyes opened a bit. He sighed in a bit of relieve. Isabela went back down to them, and lightly pushed Anders to the side.
"Come on you sexy elf. You can make it through this... Right Anders?" She said, turning her head to him. "There is a cure...Right?" She asked, still hopeful. But you could hear the sadness in her voice. Varric grabbed Fenris' shoulder, and turned him to him.
"Come on, Elf. you cant leave us." Varric said. Anders was forcing himself to look into Isabela's shining eyes. It looks like shes on the verge of tears as well. He looked at the elf as he tried to talk.
"I...I'm...not going...Anywhere..." Fenris forced out. Anders let out a shaky breath, and told them the sad truth.
"I'm sorry, guys." He turned his head to the Elf. "Fenris. There's only one cure. And there only a small chance that it will work."
"What is the cure?" Hawke said. Anders had only just noticed how quiet Hawke had been. He looked over to him, and saw that Hawke had an unreadable expression on. He wished he could do that. Just block out all feelings from his face.
"I..um...The only cure is to become a gray warden." Hawke nodded. Anders turned back to the other free. Fenris was trying to keep consciousness, Isabla had let her tears go, and was hugging the elf. And Varric was patting Isabela's back, and looking at Fenris with a sad expression.
"Can you make him one?" Hawke asked. Anders shook his head. But then an idea came to him.
"But I think I know where people that know how to make him one are." He said. Isabela turned to look at him, a hopeful gleam in her eye. He stood up, and moved over to Fenris. He gently picked the warrior up, bridal style.
"..Put..m-me...down..." Fenris tried. What he said was barely coherent, but he understood what he said.
"Stop trying to talk, you stupid elf. Your not dying on my watch." He said, and started walking in the direction of the wardens that could help Fenris. "Come on. He doesn't have that much time." They complied, following him. After he said his last sentence, he could feel the elf calm.
"Wow, Blondie. I'm surprised. You going out of your way to save the person you truly hate. It sounds like the start of a crappy romance story." Varric said. His gaze never left straight ahead when he answered.
"I never truly hated him. He just really irritates me, sometimes." He said. He started speeding up as he felt Fenris' breathing slow. He glanced down at the elf, and saw his eyes shut. To which he started breaking into a run.
"Don't die. Don't die. Don't die. Please, don't die." He repeated to himself the whole trip. The passed through a opening, to find a group of wardens. "Thank the maker." He said. "Oy!" He yelled as the wardens were about to leave. They turned around at the sound of his voice.
He stopped in front of them, and gasped for air. Who he assumed was the leader of the group, raised an eyebrow. "What do you need?" The man asked. Anders put Fenris down. Fenris stumbled at first, but seemed to be just fine. As long as he was leaning on Anders, that is.
"He's tainted. We were hoping you could make him a gray warden." He said. The warden looked at Fenris, noting the sword strapped to his back. Please work..
"You do know that we are no charity." He said. Isabela stepped up to say something, but was stopped by Hawke's hand on her shoulder. Hawke spoke instead.
"Fenris is one of the most powerful and skilled warriors I know. He has save us more then once. He is worthy of this." He had to admit it. Hawke could really help a situation. The warden nodded, and looked at the state of Fenris.
"We will have to under go the ritual as soon as possible. Say your goodbyes, because he will be coming with us afterwards." Anders nodded. The group gathered around the elf, and said there goodbyes. The elf was awake and coherent enough to accept them. Isabela hugged him. Sobbing lightly.
"I'll probably never find an elf more sexy then you." She said, pulling away. She smiled at him. He gave a little smile back. Varric patted the elves upper arm.
"Its gonna be empty without you around, Elf." He said.
"..At...at least you...wont...have to suffer my brooding..." He said, his voice cracking. Varric laughed.
"Finaly admitting it." Varric paused. "This is your own adventure, Fenris. Have fun with it." That was the first time Varric called Fenris my his name. It would probably be the last. Hawke walked up to the elf, and gave him a small nod.
"You were one of the first people I respected. Don't ruin my respect for you by dying." He said.
"..I'll try...not to..." Hawke put a hand on his shoulder.
"You wont try, you wont die." He said. Then he removed the hand. Fenris nodded. Then Anders went to stand in front of Fenris. He smiled at the elf. Fenris began, "Don't...don't lose...control..Or..or even if I die...I... will still kill you..." Anders pretty much crumbled at the mention of Fenris dying. Taking the elf into his arms. Fenris made a shocked expression, and tensed his whole body.
"Don't die." Anders said. His voice breaking, as a single tear fell down his cheek. "Or I'll go to the fade, and pull you out of it." He felt Fenris' muscles calm. He pulled back, and drew the elf into a kiss. He figured if the elf wasn't here, then there was no chance he could hate him as much. He pulled back, and looked into those emerald eyes he would always admire. Fenris looked at him, utterly shocked. Then the wardens came, and said it was time for them to take Fenris and do the ritual. Fenris nodded, and was given an arm to lean on from the warden.
He was walking away. The mage hating elf he secretly liked was walking away, to leave forever. Isabela collapsed into Hawke's arms. And Varric patted his arm. He saw Fenris look back once, looking into his eyes. He smiled. Anders hated this. The maker probably hated him, and he hated him back.
"Lets go." Hawke said. And started walking away with Isabela still in his arms. Anders took one last look, then walked with the rest of them.
"Now its like a crappy tragic romance story." Varric said. He nodded. Thinking of how his last memories of the elf would be of him smiling.
"Tragic for everyone..."
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