I Think I Want To Marry You!- A short Dragon Age II F!Hawke/Fenris fanfiction

Chapter 2

This is only something I quickly wrote up because I didn't want to skip straight to the wedding, and it isn't going to be fantastic, because, like I said, it was quick. I normally write it all out, then start over again, but this is just the first one, so it's unedited. I really hope you like this, even if its just me trying to build suspense. If you do, or if you don't, please comment to tell me what you think! Thank you! ;)

Ps. The last bit is in the view of Fenris.

Isabella and Merrill squealed in synchronise as I finished telling them the news. Avaline chuckled, leaning against the wall of the Hanged Man, taking a sip of her ale as she twirled the golden ring around on her finger. Isabella turned her head to see Avaline laughing, a uncommon sight indeed, and saw her ring. She whipped back around and snatched my hand, looking for a ring of my own.

"Where's the ring? Come on, Hawke, stop hiding things from us!" Isabella said, bouncing up and down on her chair. I guess she was used to people showing her everything.

"He didn't give me one. I mean- I mean he didn't have one at the time. I don't mind, though. I'm not the traditional type, am I? Well, neither is he." I stammered, slightly put off by her penetrating stare.

"Donnic didn't give me a ring at first, you know," Avaline defended me before Isabella could get a chance to protest. It was obvious that because she was never going to marry, and she knew if she tried to change anything of Avaline's wedding she would certainly get a black eye, she was going to manipulate mine until it was to her standard. That meant lots of alcohol, shirtless men, and revealing dresses. Just the thought of that made me cringe. Although, seeing Fenris pottering about the whole of our wedding shirtless was appealing. I was too swept up in my fantasies to realise Merrill was firing questions at me until she finally gasped-

"-And what are you going to wear?" To answer this question, Isabella flicked out one of her countless hidden knives from inside her shoe, gave me a quick wink, and began digging lines and curves into the table. As I watched her bite her lip in concentration and as she drew, well, I realised how easy it was to forget that we were killers. Well, not exactly killers, but we spent our weekdays slaughtering raiders and slavers, occasionally ending an insane blood mage or two, and attempting to keep peace in a city that is on its knees after a terrible battle against mages and templars. Right now, we were just ordinary friends talking about weddings and rings.

After a few minutes, Isabella was still carving into the table. I peered over at what she was drawing, and instantly regretted it. Fenris was going to kill me when he saw this.

Isabella had draw each of us, all in a little line, each looking equally horrifying. I, for instance, was in my underwear, my lips and breasts embarrassingly oversized. I had to admit though, she was a pretty good drawer. Who knew that she could get that much detail just on Varric's bare chest? Fenris was stark naked, although she had thankfully put a large scribble over his groin. Merrill didn't need to see that.

"Why have you drawn me in my underwear?" Avaline cried, reaching over the table to grab Isabella's knife, but she quickly moved it out of the way.

"Haven't you seem the theme?" Isabella replied, continuing to sketch herself too in her small clothes. She was right, she had drawn every one of us either in our underwear, or naked. Something in my brain clicked.

"Isabella! Why did you carve that into the table!?" I shouted, unable to hold back the laughter as I pictured the men's faces when they saw this.

"Wouldn't we get cold? Its almost winter, isn't it?" Merrill asked.

"That's not the point, kitten. The point is that we get to see everyone in their smalls for a solid day!" The two giggled as Avaline pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed.

"I think Hawke might have a little more decency than you, whore." She said.

"It's true. I'm not as dirty minded as you two." I agreed, waving over the barmaid for another round of drinks.

Isabella offered me her dagger, raising an eyebrow. I took it with a determined smile, and began filling my half of the table with drawings.

Once I was done, I grinned triumphantly. I wasn't as good a drawer as Isabella, but my sketches were clear enough. The women wore simple long dresses and held bouquets of beautiful wildflowers. The men wore simple smart suits, with a different flower from the bouquets in each of their chest pockets. I only made Fenris' outfit different. His suit was tighter fitting, like his armour, and the ends of his trousers covered part of his feet, like the ones he normally wears. I tried to make it as much like his armour as possible, because I remember him telling me how different the outfit he wore to Avaline's wedding was to what he was accustomed to. I wanted to make him as comfortable as possible. At first, drawing these outfits was a game, a challenge of sorts, but when I got into it, it became very real. It was the first time I actually started planning the wedding.

When the others saw they were amazed. Isabella looked truly defeated, and I had to explain most of it to Merrill. I grinned even wider when they saw the matching necklaces they all wore. I thought they'd like that.

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I saw something on the table out of the corner of my eye. I glanced at the others, who were all moderately drunk and staggering out of the Hanged Man. Hawke was leaning on Isabella, who could obviously take a lot more drink before she got to her state, as they headed for the door, all singing merrily. Once they had all left, completely forgetting that I was not with them, I went over to the table to investigate. Normally I wouldn't have bothered, but I knew the girls sat there when we weren't with them, so I was curious.

There was two sets of drawings. One, obviously Isabella's, was of everyone in their smalls, apart from me. I could feel my cheeks burning as I grabbed my pocket knife and scraped away my image. I looked at the other side. The first thing I noticed was that the sketches were a lot better, more detailed, than Isabella's. Then I saw the picture of me. The suit I was wearing was fitting, and my feet were thankfully bare. No one else could have drawn this but Hawke. I studied the necklaces around each of our necks, and they looked familiar... They were replicas of Bethany's necklace, Hawke's sister that got killed by an ogre. She had kept it all these years as a token to remember her sister by. She had shown it to me once, and I swear I had not seen her cry as much as she did that day.

I smiled, touched by the thought that she had put into those drawings. I turned away, and walked out into the chilly night. As I headed towards Hawke's mansion, my hand rested inside my pocket, and my fingers wrap around the small engagement ring inside.