Dragon Age One Shots

Treasure Hunt, Fenris/Isabela

Fenris dropped the massive chest in his arms, a groan rising from his throat as the floor disobediently pitched under him. He'd never get used to it no matter how often she insisted.

At that moment, the door to the Captain's quarters blew open. Smoke silhouetted the corseted woman in a tall hat complete with feather. She yet carried the twin daggers in her hands, her chin high as she stomped in on her thigh-high boots. "That was..."

"A disaster," Fenris interrupted Isabela.

She scoffed, "Disaster? Half the ship underwater and finding out the first mate made off with all your knickers is a disaster. This was a mild excursion that got out of hand."

He laughed once, then groaned as he gingerly touched a knife wound washed in seawater. It stung if he thought about it. "I have no idea how Hawke put up with you," Fenris admitted.

"Oh, stop being all dour grump and crack open the treasure already! We got a great haul for our troubles."

Fenris sighed, but did as commanded by the Captain. With his sword wedged in the gap, he popped open the waterlogged latch. Together, the pair peered in at piles upon piles of shiny coins.

"Ooh, gold," Isabela cried, reaching in to scoop up her booty. Fenris excised one, but his frown grew deeper instantly. He pushed on the coin and found the gilt soft, far softer than gold should ever be.

"Something's not right."

Isabela looked up from the glittering horde in her arms. "Yeah, I don't have a bottle of rum and you still have your pants on."

"Not that," Fenris growled to try and disguise the blush. "These coins, they're..." to show his concern, he raised up his one and squished hard. Brown oozed through the middle, dripping off his fingers.

Isabela's languid mood snapped in an instant. Snarling, she dug into the pile of coins, her fists splattering them to pieces. More of the brown goo oozed up her arm. "Chocolate! There all fucking chocolate!"

The captain paused in her ransacking of the treasure to lick off the haul from her fingers. Fenris shifted, enthralled with the methodical swirl of her tongue. Trying to focus, he asked, "What do we do now?"

To his surprise, she broke into a laugh. If he'd been in her position, Fenris would have hurled the chest into the ocean, then stormed back to the ship they left drifting and sink it. But Isabela shrugged, "All that work for a haul of nothing but chocolate coins."

She spun one that survived her slaughter in her fingers as if it were a real sovereign. Smirking, she flipped it into the air and caught it, "That's life for you. Now," that sometimes falcon-like focus narrowed on him, "why are you still in your trousers? Off already! Captain's orders."

"You haven't guessed the color yet..."

"Oh, your whole body's gonna be chocolate brown by the time I'm done with you."