Summary: What if Hawke went to Tevinter instead of Kirkwall? What if he became a powerful magister without ever resorting to blood magic? What if he met Danarius and thus Fenris as well? How would things have turned out for them? Read and find out. AU, to the best of my abilities. Hawke x Fenris.
Warnings: LOTS of bashing on Danarius and Hadriana but who cares! Rated M for strong language and some adult themes for the later chapters. There will also be some OOC, mostly from Fenris.
Disclaimer: I own nothing except my OC's! If I did, the world would end. Flames will be used to burn the corpses of Danarius and Hadriana… or cook marshmallows for s'mores. Either one I fill the need to burn. Creative criticism is accepted.
AN: This is my very first AU that I will be posting. I have no beta reader so this is all raw material straight from my brain. I may also take a while to update my other project, The Everlasting Flower, and this because of work and school. Just please be patient. Thank you. Now onto this story… whatever the hell I will name it.
Chapter 1: Chance Encounter
Kilian Hawke awoke, staring up at the high ivory ceiling and seeing the ebony painted moon and golden sun. If someone had told him a year ago that he would come to Tevinter and become a magister, he would have laughed and said that would never happen. Oh wait… he was told that. Just before the blight began, he and his beloved sister Bethany came across and old fortune teller who told Kilian that he would one day become a great mage in Tevinter. He and his sister looked at one another before he smiled cheekily and gave the woman his small amount of money and the left, snickering to each other. He still remembers what the old woman said.
"In the midst of darkness and tragedy, you will find yourself taking way towards the land of magic acceptance. There, you will become great and by your side, you will have the marked wolf. Take these words to heart, young Hawke, for you will lose something precious to reach this fate."
And he did, his sweet, kind little sister was killed and he couldn't do anything to stop it. It didn't show, but he knew his mother and brother wished they had Bethany back and not him. So when they reached Gwaren in the North, he told only Aveline Vallen, a knight that had escaped when the battle at Ostagar was lost, where he was taking ship and begged her to look after his family. She promised him and bid him farewell on his journey wherever it would take him. He never saw his family after that, though he writes to Aveline, who transfers his letters to his family for him. He even sends them money so that they won't suffer from lack of funds.
Sighing, Kilian decided to get up before his servants decided to barge in and force him out of bed. Three times was enough for him. He sincerely cared for all of the men and women he rescued from slavery but sometimes, he wished they would let him rest for a day or a week. Getting out of bed, Kilian walked towards the adjoining bathroom to wash up. The water was already prepared when he stepped in and he appreciated it greatly. He needed to be relaxed since today, he will be meeting with a fellow magister, a man by the name of Danarius. Just the sound of his name sent a bad feeling crawling up and down his spine. Deciding that dwelling on it won't make him feel better, Kilian let it go to the back of his mind and focused more on washing himself up.
Just as he was almost finished washing his body, a young elf walked in with another tub and some hair oils. The elf came up to the bottom of Kilian's chest and had fair blonde hair pulled back in a loose braid. He was dressed in a simple green tunic and brown pants.
"Master, I have brought your hair oils. Would you like me to wash your hair for you?" The elf offered, blushing a bit when Kilian stood from the tub in all his naked glory.
"Thank you Gale, but you don't have to wash my hair for me." Kilian answers, smiling and wrapping a towel around his waist so that the poor elf didn't faint. "And how many times have I told you to just call me Hawke or Kilian? I'm not to partial to the term 'master'."
"I-I'm sorry sir. I just wouldn't feel comfortable addressing you so informally." Gale replies, looking down at the ground at his feet. He was still new and was unused to how free he was with Kilian.
"Alright, Gale. Just take your time with it. Why don't you head down to the kitchen's and help poor Tilley with breakfast?" He offered, taking the offered stuff from Gale with a smile. "I know how much you enjoy talking with her and hearing her stories."
Smiling at the prospect of talking with the older woman, Gale quickly thanked him and excused himself and ran out, his feet making light tapping sounds at his retreat. Kilian chuckled to himself at Gale's eagerness to talk to the older human woman. She looked frail but Kilian could swear she was once a guard or even a warrior before she became his cook. The old woman acted like a parental figure to him and he would sometimes seek her sagely advice when he needed it the most. He quickly washed his hair and drained the tub before heading back to his room where the day's outfit laid out neatly on his bed.
He caught sight of himself in a full body mirror and stared for a few moments at the man he became within a year of living in Tevinter. He was tall, standing at a good six feet; his dark skin glistened from the light sheen of water still on him. He was definitely well built from years of training not only in magic but also in hand to hand combat in case he ran out of the energy to summon his magic. His black hair hung in his face just a bit but he can still clearly see his unnatural silver eyes that he inherited from his father. He had a stubble growing and he was debating whether he should let it grow or give it a light shave to make himself a bit more presentable. Finally he looked upon the markings on each side of his face, the markings he gave himself when he finally became a man. They were simple but intricate, painted with black ink to show upon his skin.
Turning away from the mirror, he walked over to his bed, retrieved his clothes and began to get dressed. He wore a black tunic embroidered in gold, black pants, black boots and a red sash around his waist. Grabbing a comb, he combed out his hair and had his bangs slicked back and slightly spiked. Once he looked presentable, he left his room and headed for the kitchen to eat. He only ate in the dining room when he had guests to entertain and he made sure those times were very few and very far in between.
Upon entering the kitchen, he was warmly welcomed by the staff, some even coming up to greet him with a hug. He offered everyone a friendly good morning and walked over to the old woman standing by the counter, setting a plate of food down for him to eat. Tilley looked up at Kilian with aged brown eyes and smiled at him. Her grey hair was pulled back in a bun and she wore a simple tan dress with a waist apron tied tightly around her waist. Walking over to her, Kilian bent down and gave her a hug, which she returned happily.
"Morning Til. What did you burn for breakfast today?" Kilian asked coyly, earning a smack to the back of his head by the old woman. "Ow!"
"Learn to respect your elders, boy. You are still young to be placed over my knee." Tilley says good-naturedly.
"I'm 24 years old, Til… I'm a man now." He pouts, receiving a roll of the eyes by Tilley and an ushering to take a seat at the counter. Smiling, he does as told and eats the breakfast Tilley had graciously made him. After he finished eating, Tilley began to read him the day's schedule.
"At high noon, you are to meet Magister Danarius for lunch, then after that is early evening tea with Lady Corinne and after that…" Tilley droned on but Kilian was barely paying attention.
He was busy thinking about his family in Kirkwall. His mother hasn't replied to any of his letters, unlike Aveline who replies the very next week. He was beginning to think his mother pretty much forgot she has another son. Sighing, he took the dishes to the sink and began to clean them out of habit when he still lived happily in Lothering with his family. He felt the sting of tears in his eyes at remembering his beloved Bethany being grabbed by the ogre and smashed around before it tossed her to the side, lifeless. He could have done something but he was too slow to save her. He lost the only other person who understood him and accepted him for who and what he was. Sighing, he finished the dishes and headed out of the kitchen, his mood now a bit gloomy and he needed to be alone.
Tilley watched him leave with sad eyes, knowing the pain he felt within his heart. He tried not to show it in front of the servants, wanting them to be happy and care free within his home, but she knew he was wearing a mask. He told her what his life was like before he came to Tevinter a few months after she entered his services when he became a magister. He had drunk one too many bottles of alcohol and spilled everything out to her like a fountain. She knew he blamed himself for his sister's death and nothing she could say would change his mind.
Sighing, she began to direct chores to the other servants before taking a seat on one of the many chares to rest her old body. The only one left in the kitchen besides her was Gale. He looked at her and approached.
"Ms. Tilley, is the master alright?" He asked, concerned for Kilian. He may have not been employed to him long but he respected the man greatly. He liked that he was kind to all those that were working for him, he lent an ear to those who were troubled and was a shoulder to lean on for those who were upset or scared to be taken away from his home and forced into slavery again.
"Kilian is just troubled about something that we can not help him with. He must learn to move past the past if he is to reach his future." Tilley answered, looking up at the ceiling, something she only did when she prayed. 'Maker, please guide young Kilian on his journey. Please let him know that he was not at fault for the tragedy that befell his family and let him move past it.'
In the gardens of his massive estate, Kilian looked over the rose bushes he grew specifically for Bethany. He remembered how she loved the single rose bush in Lothering and tended to it every chance she got when she was not hiding from the templars. He was surprised when the seeds he planted grew so fast as he was never really the gardener type. Smiling, he watered them and then began to look walk around the gardens, taking in the fresh scent of flowers. Being in the gardens helped calm him down whenever he started thinking about his family and his life back in Lothering. He walked over the to the wall that separated the back streets from his home and made the short climb up. He sat on the ledge and looked down, watching some people pass by below him, going about their daily lives.
Smirking a bit he leaned down and began to pick some flowers that began to grow on the wall above the street. As he was picking the last one he could reach, he saw a flash of white hair walk below him and he stopped. The person he was as an elf, dressed in some light armor, bare footed and carrying a large two-handed sword on his back. Kilian could tell that through the lithe form, the elf was powerful. He stared in awe of the elf, wishing to get a closer look.
Sadly, he was leaning too far over and knocked a loose brick down by accident. The brick shattered on impact next to the elf, the sound echoing and time seemed to slow down. Kilian stared, wide eyed, in shock and stiffened when the elf turned up and looked straight at him. Gulping, Kilian decided to climb down to talk to the elf face to face and apologize. Once down, Kilian turned to face him and had to look down a bit to look the elf in the eye.
"My apologies, ser elf. I didn't know the brick was loose. You weren't hurt were you?" Kilian asks, bowing to the elf to show he was completely sincere in his apology.
"No, magister. I was not harmed." The elf replied, trying to hold back his biting tone. Kilian still heard it and he smirked just a bit.
"If you would permit me, I would like to check just to make sure." Kilian offered, standing to his full height.
"Fine…" The elf replied, making it sound as though he has no choice in the matter.
'Must be a slave to a forceful master.' Kilian guessed to himself, kneeling down and gently lifted the foot that was nearly hit with the brick. "Please, let me know if you feel uncomfortable in any way."
The elf blushed a bit when Kilian's skillful hands traced along his foot, inspecting for any damage done. Kilian ran his fingers over the entirety of the elf's foot before finally setting it down.
"No damage taken. That is good." Kilian smiles at the elf, standing back up. "I never introduced myself did I? My name is Kilian Hawke."
"I have heard of you, Magister Hawke. You took up the position of magister a few months after your Harrowing and defeating another Magister in battle without the use of blood magic." The elf replies, looking up at Kilian, showing him piercing green eyes and finally he sees the white markings going from the bottom of his lip, down his neck and vanishing under his armor. Some more markings came up from the collar of his clothes and traveled up to his ears and the bottom of his jaw.
"Yes, that's right." Kilian replies, staring at the elf in shock. "And your name, ser elf?"
"My master calls me Fenris." The elf, Fenris, answered, feeling slightly uncomfortable with Kilian staring at him. "Why do you stare?"
"Oh! My apologies. I didn't mean to be rude, it's just that I have never met such a handsome elf before." Kilian replied coolly, smirking when he noticed Fenris blush slightly at his words.
"I must go now. Good bye." Fenris states and makes a quick get away from Kilian without trying to seem rude.
"Meet me here tomorrow when you have a free moment. I would like to talk to you more." He called out to Fenris, who didn't give any sign that he heard him. Smiling, Killian climbed back up the wall and jumped down into his garden. After his short encounter with Fenris, he knew that he had met the one who was to be by his side in his time as a magister. "The marked wolf… wonder if I will see him again? Guess only time will tell."
Another AN: Okay, I just want to get this out there. Kilian is my Hawke that I made on my game. If he has any likeness or anything to anyone else's Hawke, I apologize. I did not steal. Also all the OC's that I own are Tilley, Gale and a few others I have yet to name. Danke.
