AN: This is from a prompt from dragonage-kinkmeme at LJ. "Merrill uses a desire demon's influence to make Fenris and Anders act upon their not-so-secret desire for m!Hawke."
WARNING: This is rated MATURE. There is nakedness (or will be)! There is slash/yaoi/mxm! LEAVE if this will make you uncomfortable!
Please don't leave flames for comments. If this isn't your thing, then it's not *points to the back button*. I would like CCritism though, but as this is more of a silly story I don't expect it ;)
(c) I (obviously) don't own dragon age.
Side note: Excuse the lame lame lame reason why the desire demon is helping Merrill. I wanted something light-hearted.
As she, Hawke, Fenris and Anders were exploring Sundermont; Merrill wondered away for about the 5th time that day. Hawke sighed, giving up trying to get the airheaded mage to focus on their quest. He was more worried about keeping Fenris and Anders from each other's throats. Hawke was immediately distracted from the missing Merrill when the men they were looking for jumped them. The last group of the Flint company, at least near Kirkwall.
Merrill, listening to a voice calling her, didn't hear the sound of the fight or Hawke yelling for her. Staff in hand, she treaded lightly to a cave she didn't remember seeing there before. Frowning slightly, she pushed aside a hanging, ragged cloth and stepped into the cave. And there she found a demon.
She blinked, this was not like the demon she had communicated before, but a desire demon.
The demon smiled, "Ah, my sweet little mage. So you have found me at last. I can offer you want you have been seeking. In exchange for… a small favor."
Merrill knew they group thought she was mad for talking to demons, but she wasn't stupid, she told herself. 'I know how to handle myself' she thought stubbornly.
"And what is that? That you are offering?" she asked.
"Why, I know you wish nothing more than to see your friends happy together." She said with a leer.
Merrill stared at the demon. Was that what she wanted? Well, she was tired of Fenris and Anders always going at each other… and the faces that Hawke made watching them and trying to keep them from killing each other. It saddened her that Fenris was so blinded by his past. His fear and hatred of magic was so great he often denied healing from Anders… even when he was leaving small pools of blood behind when he walked.
And Anders, he always goes about the plight of the mages (which, as a mage, Merrill agrees with) but he seems to always overdo it just to annoy Fenris. As usual, Hawke is in the middle trying to just get on with whatever mission, quest, favor was given to them.
Merrill glanced away from the demon. Favors from demons were usually bad. Usually… maybe this time would be different? It might be worth it…
She straightened and asked boldly, "and the favor?"
The demon just smiled and said, "I want a copy of it."
Merrill blinked. "….huh?"
"That delicious looking dwarf that accompanies you; he is writing about this, yes? About Hawke's…. adventures?"
Merrill was more confused than usual. "Yes but… what does getting along better have to do with Varric and his story?"
The desire demon just stared. "You wish for them to get to know each other better, no?"
"Well, yes. I think that would help. And then maybe they would be nicer to each other."
"Just… nicer?"
"Yes, that's what being friends is for right?" Merrill smiled. It would be nice for them to all be friends. Maybe more nights at the Hanged Man that didn't end with someone hurting another…
"But… well…" The demon gave up. It didn't matter what the mage thought anyways. "So I have your word?"
"Oh, sure, I'll ask Varric. I'm sure he'd be pleased that you are interested." Well, that was a stretch. She had a feeling Varric would just lecture her about dealing with a demon. Again. She'd just tell him it was another of the elves….
The demon smiled wickedly. "And so it shall be done. I must prepare. Leave me."
Merrill left the cavern with a lighter heart. It would all work out. She was almost skipping, until she caught sight of a very upset looking Hawke and Fenris bleeding rather heavily from a cut on his forehead.
"Oh, head wounds do seem to bleed more easily, don't they?" Merrill said unevenly.
Anders rolled his eyes. Hawke couldn't say anything and handed Fenris a bandage for his head. Merrill frowned at this. Anders should have just healed him. They must have been fighting again. She hoped the demon was true to her word.
Hawke said, "Well, we're done here. Let's get back to town. We can meet up with Varric and Isabella at the Hanged Man if you all are up to it. Maybe a couple games of wicked grace." They all nodded, except Fenris who merely looked agitated.
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-At the Hanged Man-
Isabella grinned as she won another round. At least they weren't playing strip poker this time. Hawke was sitting next to Fenris who wasn't being as grumpy as usual. Anders was sitting across from them, looking sadly at his losing hand of cards.
After several more rounds of ale and a couple more games of Wicked Grace, Hawke was feeling extremely light headed. And a little funny. He narrowed his eyes at his tankard. No, it looked like normal ale. Hmm. He lifted it to his nose and sniffed it. Smelled like the usual stale ale they always served at the Hanged Man. Hawke pushed it out of his mind, laughing at one of Varric's stories about an elf, a human chantry man and a bear.
Fenris was acting strangely too, he had actually smiled a couple times. Even Anders was loosening up more than usual, telling some pretty good jokes himself. And… had Fenris just smiled at … Anders?
Fenris saw Hawke looking and realized what he had done. Confused and slightly irritated, he glared at Hawke, daring him to mention what he saw. Grinning broadly, Hawke lifted his tankard in a salute to Fenris. It was odd, but refreshing. Hawke decided to take it as a good sign. Or at least, a sign that no one was going to get their heart ripped through their chest.
Anders was leaning back in his chair, having one more drink than he probably should have. Hawke and Fenris jumped in their chairs, making Anders laugh. Anders was playing footsie under the table with them… Footsie! Hawke couldn't remember the last time someone had played footsie of all things…
Hawke noticed Fenris glancing at him more than usual. Hawke attributed it to Anders flirting relentlessly. This made Hawke nervous. He figured that Anders well… liked him. But he had never actually flirted with him like this…
Anders had glanced down, and brushing Fenris' hand aside (which was next to Hawke's) he put his own over Hawke's and leaned over, giving him the classic smoldering look looking slightly up to Hawke's eyes. "So.. Hawke" he purred "I know you're not used to that large… cold bed up at your estate. Would you like me to join you? I'll keep you warm." He winked.
Suddenly Fenris was standing, eyes wide, as his chair hit the ground with a large crash. He glared at Hawke, as if blaming him, and turned and stormed out. Everyone was speechless. Varric was grinning, taking out his small book to quickly write what occurred. Isabella looked slyly at Merrill… who looked worried.
Anders grinned at everyone, raised his eyebrows at Hawke. Hawke had no idea what to do. Not that he ever seemed to, when it came to these two. And neither of them seemed to be acting like themselves at all. "Maybe.. uh.." Hawke cleared his throat. "Ah.. I'll be back. I'm going to... check on Fenris... yes." Anders pouted as Hawke threw some coins on the table and left after Fenris.
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