Last part! Thanks for reading everyone!


"Inquisitor, the Commander wishes to speak with you and get your official report."

"Thank you, Lieutenant," Jane Trevelyan said, making her way to where Cullen and his troops had set up camp.

Soldiers bowed to her as she passed. She still wasn't quite used to feeling like a god to them. It was unsettling. Jane found Cullen hunched over a table in his tent, maps spread out before him.

"You wanted to see me?" Jane asked. Cullen looked up from his maps as a smile spread across his face.

"Thank the Maker you're alright," he said, enveloping her into a hug. Jane sank into his embrace, a tired smile spreading across her face. Cullen pulled back, his hands still on her waist, looking her over for any signs of injury. "Is everyone okay?"

"We lost Stroud," Jane said, sadness creeping into her features for a man she hardly knew.

"He seemed to be a good man. We won't let his sacrifice go to waste," Cullen said, drawing her towards him once more. "Was there anyone else? Hawke...did she-"

"No one else. Hawke's alright. She's upset about Stroud, but Varric's helping her. Which reminds me, I told you so."

"You told me what?"

"I told you there was something between Hawke and Varric. I was right."

Cullen looked down at her with confusion spreading across his face. "What are you-"

"She was going to go to Weisshaupt, by herself. Varric pulled her aside and talked to her. Next thing I see they're kissing. I told you." Jane beamed up at him. Oh, how she loved proving him wrong.

"Does this mean she'll be a permanent resident at Skyhold?" Cullen asked, apprehension lacing his voice.

"It would appear so," Jane replied. She was loving this. "Anything you'd like to say, Commander?"

"I...no. Nothing to say. I'm happy for them," Cullen said in a strained voice. Hawke living at Skyhold with Varric? Wonderful. Just wonderful.

Jane laughed and buried her face in his pauldrons. This was going to be fun.

"Can you believe we just did that?" Hawke laughed into Varric's bare shoulder. He chuckled deep in his chest. No, he really couldn't believe it. But if this was a dream, he never wanted to wake up.

It was late. Most everyone in the camp had gone to bed for the night. Varric saw the Inquisitor wander off to Cullen's tent a few hours ago. Cassandra and Vivienne had been discussing their experience in the Fade earlier. Varric had more important things to occupy his mind.

That important thing was now lying at his side, completely bare and utterly marvelous. He couldn't be happier if he tried.

Varric rolled to his side so he could look down at Hawke. She was so beautiful. How did I manage this?

"Something to say, Master Tethras?" Hawke asked, the smile on her face growing wider.

"No...just...I'm glad you're staying," Varric said, letting his hand rest on her hip.

"Well, you were very convincing," she joked before pushing herself up to kiss him.

Varric laughed into the kiss before pulling away. He could definitely get used to this.

"I'll have to write to Aveline and Bethany, let them know where I am and what's going on. Varric…"

"Hm?"

"Are you...sure about all this?" Hawke asked, averting her gaze from him.

"Are you kidding? I've never been surer about anything in my life," Varric replied, pulling her tightly against him. Hawke laughed at that and pulled herself on top of him, her breasts pushing into his chest.

"Maker, I love you, Hawke," Varric said, his voice laced with a mixture of awe and lust.

Hawke's face lit up even more at his words. "Took you long enough."

Varric chuckled and shook his head. He pulled her down into a heated kiss only to be broken when the need for air became too great.

"Varric," Hawke whispered his name, resting her forehead against his.

"Yeah?" the corner of his mouth twitched into a smile.

"I love you, too."

Varric captured her mouth with his once more, rolling them over so he was on top. He couldn't wait to get back to Skyhold and into a proper bed.


I really love these two together so this will probably not be the last of them from me. Stay tuned, friends.