I don't know why I had time to finish this, I shouldn't…but meh…I don't know if I wrote some things right or not, there were some things I didn't like, but meh…there's a lot of background noise this time around which is confusing me.

I did have something for Thanksgiving, but since I won't finish that in time, take this instead.

Along with the Fenris/Hawke, here we also have very blatant Zevran/Warden, Warden Surana specifically…male warden Surana to be very specific…I couldn't really just remove all details from him like I can with Hawke, since the name changes and blah, blah, blah, so I just didn't bother and wrote the Surana I wanted to write…he's bad with people, he has no people skills, forgive him.

I honestly can't think right now, sorry.

Anyway, Hawke and Fenris spend some time traveling with Zevran and his warden before Hawke left Fenris to go to Skyhold…which I am convinced that they left without telling him, I don't see him accepting them going off without him…I don't know, my hands actually really hurt right now from juicing key limes for pie…I'll be quiet, sorry, I started rambling.

Disclamer-Nope.

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Fenris silently wonders to himself how both he and Hawke could possibly manage to get into the situation they are now as he watches his two new "traveling companions", who are sitting on the opposite side of the fire they had built from him and Hawke, bump their foreheads together in some form of loving gesture, a happy sounding hum bubbling up from the both of them as they nuzzle.

"So…you're married?" Hawke finally spoke up, causing the smallest of the three elves they were traveling with to glance over at them with a nod, his fingers still curling in the golden hair of the other elf that he held close.

"Bonded, married, mated, what have you." Surana replied, his dark eyes flicking briefly over Hawke before slipping back to Zevran when the golden elf nudged against his shroud of black hair."We're together, that's all the matters…" the pale elf whispered, nuzzling his face back against Zevran's. Surana's soft cooing was barely heard over the crackling of the fire that was set in between both pairs, especially with the swiftness which Zevran pressed his lips against the warden's when the opportunity arose, effectively silencing him.

"Well…I think we lost them again." Hawke chuckled, glancing warmly over at the elf seated next to them with a fond smile.

"I do believe that they were never with us to being with, just an elaborate ruse in order to trick you into thinking that either of them could pull themselves away from each other long enough to be coherent for you." Fenris replied airily, settling his hand down close to Hawke's own, their fingers brushing lightly.

Hawke's smile only widened at Fenris' words, the tips of their fingers coming to rest with Fenris' own in a loose and gentle caress, their smile growing still when he took their hand into his with a soft noise of contentment.

"You two are lovely together."

Hawke and Fenris jumped apart at the sudden voice, Hawke looking over while Fenris took to glaring daggers at the small, pale elf that had spoken up from his place upon Zevran's lap. Hawke tensed slightly when they noticed the assassin watching Fenris carefully with watchful eyes, his arms tightening the slightest bit protectively around Surana's waist, as is he were unconsciously readying himself to protect the frail mage if Fenris accusing glare turning into anything more serious. Hawke couldn't exactly blame Zevran for being just slightly weary of Fenris, the small group of companions had not been together nearly long enough for any sort of trust to form between the two elves, and since Surana was a mage, Fenris had made his distaste for such clear when they first decided to travel together, Surana was also smaller and slighter than the others, it made sense to Hawke that Zevran might feel a small urge to protect the pale elf, no matter how the mage had stopped a Blight, from their lover's never ending signs of aggression towards Surana.

Surana's huge, black eyes widened as he seemed to realize that he had just spoken out loud, he quickly buried his in his hands with a soft groan of embarrassment, "Sorry, sorry," he mumbled, "I didn't mean to ruin the moment, or even look at all for that matter, sorry!"

"It's not a problem, mi amor." Zevran soothed, stroking a hand gently through Surana's inky hair, a small smile curling his lips as he gazed at the other elf.

Surana turned his face into the golden elf's palm, allowing Zevran to stroke his cheek softly, a yawn slipping quietly past his lips only to be quickly covered up by the mage's hands.

"Ah, bed time, yes?" Zevran murmured, tugging a strand of hair out of the paler elf's face, his smile becoming bright. "Come, my dear, let us get you to bed."

"Not tired," Surana mumbled, "Wanna' stay awake, stay with you."

Zevran's smile only grew as Surana spoke, his eyes bright as he curled another strand of black hair away from the mage's pale face, seemingly determined to rid it of every strand that even looked as if it thought of threatening to curl across the man's cheek, Fenris felt almost certain by now.

"Just a moment, mi amor, and I shall join you quite readily." Zevran chuckled when Surana only gave a tired grumble in response. The golden elf hefted the mage up with a quiet grunt, his arms curling protectively around the other elf's slender form as he carried him over to their shared tent, which was carefully placed away from Fenris and Hawke's own, but was still within a stone's throw of the two warriors' tent.

Fenris sighed in relief once the other two elves had disappeared inside their tent, his shoulders relaxing, and a tense huff of breath escaping his mouth.

"Having fun?" Hawke chuckled, their smile spreading further across their face when the only response they received was a grumble from the tattooed man.

"I've come to seriously question, if not dread, your definition of the word 'fun', Hawke." Fenris mumbled, his green eyes narrowing at the other warrior as he spoke, shaking his head fondly when the champion simply laced their fingers together with his own.

Zevran hummed lightly to himself as he watched the other couple's display of affection from the opening of his and his warden's shared tent, not bothering to glace over his shoulder at the other occupant when he heard Surana yawn and stretch out, but still lifting a hand and placing it across the mage's own when he felt the other elf's arm curl around his chest, his lover burying his face into his golden hair.

"Thought you had stuff to do first," The small, pale elf muttered against Zevran's neck, "Want snuggles though." The hero yawned.

Zevran chuckled softly, sparing Hawke and Fenris, who were currently nuzzling their foreheads together, one last glace before turning to the pale mage and taking his hands tightly in his own.

"Well, mi amor, we can't leave you without your nightly snuggles, you'll be grumpy all morning tomorrow if we do, no?" Zevran smiled, causing the mage to grin sleepily back at him when he leaned forward to bump his nose against his lover's own.