The Unexpected Romance - An AntiFenders Fic
“You mages are all the same,” Fenris said.
“What?” Anders asked. “Brilliant and sexy?”
“Don’t make me vomit,” Fenris said.
“There are so many other things I’d rather make you do,” Anders said with a smirk.
A chill ran down Fenris’ spine. He knew that tone, and that look. Never again would he be treated like a mage’s plaything.
He turned on the Abomination, activated his markings, and shoved his hand into Anders’ chest. He did not grab the heart and pull, though it was tempting. There was a sweeter ending to come if he was patient.
Anders’ eyes glowed blue, but there was nothing behind them. It was as if Justice was entranced by the lyrium inside of him. He seemed to be enjoying it a bit too much, though, so Fenris removed his fist and deactivated his markings.
Anders returned, taking a deep breath to steady himself. “Now, you’re definitely flirting,” he said.
“You disgust me,” Fenris said. “I should have reported you to the Templars years ago.”
“Ha!” Anders said. “You wouldn’t even report me to the Templars when Sebastian suggested it!”
“Because of Hawke!” Fenris said.
Years of training as a bodyguard had left Fenris always on alert. He heard footsteps in the distance that Anders couldn’t hear.
“And Hawke doesn’t care anymore,” Fenris said. “She only protected you as long as you did because she thought the Fereldans needed you, but you’ve all but stopped running your clinic so you could focus on your manifesto, and after what you did to that mage girl…”
Cullen kicked down the door to Anders’ clinic. Fenris was actually surprised. He’d expected Cullen to at least try knocking.
Justice still seemed to be in his lyrium coma. There was a brief struggle, where Anders’ eyes flickered from blue to brown, but Justice couldn’t maintain his control over the body.
It was all the proof and all the time that the Knight-Captain needed. He raised his sword high and lopped Anders’ head off with one clean cut.
... Peace. Safety. The Abomination was dead. Fenris’ second and third least favorite mages were dead.
“I thought you’d make him Tranquil,” Fenris admitted, kicking the severed head away from him. “I could have cut his head off.”
“You can’t make an Abomination Tranquil.” Cullen leaned against a crate to catch his breath after running here from the docks. “And we generally encourage people to leave Abominations to the professionals, though I do appreciate you making sure he’d be here when we got here.”
“I kill Abominations all the time with Hawke,” Fenris said. “Not quite weekly but... maybe two or three times a month?”
“Hawke is basically an honorary Templar, at this point.”
“You know Hawke is a—”
“You can’t say it outloud or we all lose our plausible deniability!” Cullen said.
Fenris raised an eyebrow.
“Seriously. There’s a rumor going around that a Seeker is coming. We’ve got the Tranquil working on a staff that will actually pass for a sword. Failing that, we might send her on a vacation to Antiva.”
Fenris nodded a little. “She’d like that.”
Cullen straightened himself. “I should get back to the barracks.”
“Perhaps...” Fenris said, “once you’re off duty, I could buy you a drink? And... talk more about the finer points of Abomination-killing.”
Cullen blushed, but smiled. “It’s a date, then.”
