Here's a random one shot.

Fenris scowled. It had just been over a week since the incident in the bar, he ground his teeth as he stood in the clinic being forced to watch Hawke swoon over the abomination. A year ago he walked out on Hawke, unable to cope with the current situation, now, Hawke was more concerned with Anders and his whole identity crisis. Danarius had been taken care of, barely to his satisfaction but it was over with. The incident at the Hanged man had left him incredibly grumpy and agitated. The memory flashed back to him in almost perfect clarity.

He growled as he was jostled side to side as he returned from getting a drink. A young woman walked towards him, she was shoved into his back by another patron, causing him to spill his drink. With a curse he regained his composure and looked for the woman, there she was walking away from him, she turned her head and caught his eye, winking. He frowned for a moment before he felt the missing weight at his hip. He looked down and then looked back at her, she held it up and blew him a kiss before vanishing through the door.

If it was just a coin pouch he wouldn't be bothered, but it wasn't. It was something far more important. He had tried to find her. Asking Varric to look out for her, only caused more questions. He rubbed his eyes with the balls of his fingers. He couldn't take much more of this. It was bad enough that the abomination was now living at the Hawke estate, without having to witness them first hand. Thankfully he was allowed to leave as the pair returned to the mansion through the hidden tunnel in the cellar. It allowed him to walk through Dark town alone and without being bothered. Unfortunately he wasn't attacked by anyone stupid enough, so he wasn't able to alleviate his anger at all. He reached the Hanged man and decided to play a round or two with the Dwarf, in vain hope that his dark mood would be lifted. He was just about to open the door when he caught the scent of a familiar perfume. He looked around the area and saw her entering an alley. He left the Hanged man and quickly followed her silently. She was barely halfway down the barely lit corridor when he caught up. He grabbed her arm and twisted it up her back making her yelp.

'Return what you stole,' he growled.

She laughed, much to his confusion. 'What's the matter wolf? Lost your master's leash?' She giggled. He pulled her arm up further making her hiss. She struggled and tried to raise her other arm, he grabbed her wrist and held it against the wall pinning her. She turned her head so she could see him out the one eye. Pressing her cheek against the brick. She was wearing light rogue leathers and Fenris could feel a hidden blade underneath the back of her vest.

'Return it to me!' Fenris said with a tone of anger.

'Or what? You'll tear out my heart, like Hawke tore out yours?' She said with a smile. Fenris let her go without realising and was punched in the gut with her elbow, for his moment of weakness. He grunted but rammed her with his shoulder trapping her again. He used his forearm to hold her to the wall pressed against her throat. 'Ooh, so rough,' she said with a chuckle. Fenris growled his markings lighting up slightly.

'You know nothing!' He replies. She raised and brow as her hands scrabbled at his arm.

'I know that if Hawke whistles, you'll go running like the bitch in heat that you are,' she says bluntly. Fenris' eyes narrowed, he wants what was stolen, killing her wouldn't give that to him. She smiled again, 'aw bless, you won't even kill me. Clearly I was wrong, you're not a bitch, bitches have bigger balls than you.' That was almost the last straw but she kept talking. 'I was lead to believe that the wolf,' she breathed in deeply, still trying to pull his arm from her throat, 'the Lyrium warrior, who broke his chains, inspired me to do the same, that he, was strong.' She looked straight at him. 'I was wrong.'

Fenris dropped his arm, a little shocked at her words. She had pale amber eyes and they pierced into his as she spoke. Her pale skin was light pink as he had cut off her air supply. He looked at her closely and saw several scars under her jaw, right where her artery lay. He caught the sight of her wrists as well, more scarred than her throat. 'You were a slave?'

'Oh he speaks in other then threats and growls,' she says rolling her eyes and rubbing her neck. 'Yes, I was a blood whore. I came when that bastard summoned me and gave him blood and scuttled off like the scared little girl I was, hoping that it was enough not to deserve a beating.' She inhaled deeply standing up straight. 'I'll spare you the sob story, I slit that man's throat the night he took me to his bed. His mistake, turned out to be fatal.'

'Why did you steal from me?' Fenris asked getting to the root of the matter. She rolled her shoulders and shrugged.

'Because here I was thinking that you were so brave and strong for breaking your chains, but here you are. You chained yourself to another. Hawke. Who only has to come running to your home, smile and you'll do whatever is needed of you. No, demanded of you.' She looked sad. 'Well elf. I'm here to return the favour, you helped me break my chains, I'm going to help you break yours.'

'I have no chains.' Fenris stated.

'Yeah, you keep telling yourself that,' she said with a sigh. She took it out her pocket and held it up out of reach. 'Why do you think it took you a week to find me? I can only be found when I want to.'

'I found you,' Fenris replied with a scowl his eyes not leaving hers.

She winked. 'Only because I let you.' She threw it at him, he caught it with lightening reflexes. 'Look at it this way elf. Stay bound to Hawke and be a spayed bitch forever, called when needed and told what to do.' She moved closer to him, her long hair falling over her shoulders, 'or be free,' she whispered her lips brushing his. 'Be free with me.' She smiled and kissed his cheek, hearing someone calling for him. She turned and leapt onto a crate.

'What is your name?' Fenris asked looking at her.

'Find me again and I might tell you,' she grinned disappearing into the shadows. Fenris smiled to himself, a half smile and looked at the Hawke family crest that sat in his hand. Varric came around the corner.

'Broody!' He said with a smile at the entrance of the alley. 'Why did you run off? One moment at the door, next gone!' He laughed. Fenris nodded.

'It is nothing,' he replied quietly. He turned on his heel and joined Varric in the street. On the floor of the alley, the crest sank into the mud.

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