All mages are born with a soulmate--a voice they hear in the darkness of the Fade all their lives. The lucky ones find their soulmates and forge a bond strong enough to threaten the very foundations of the Chantry. Hawke is one of the lucky ones.

"Right, everyone, pack light, no time to waste, if you can’t carry it forget you ever had it, let's move," says Hawke. "We're fugitives as of this morning and I give us about an hour before the combined forces of the Chantry decide they're not feeling forgiving. Less. We'll take ship out of Kirkwall and then we'd better split up." The gang leaves Kirkwall, and Fenris and Hawke are bad at communication.

Various short smutty Tumblr prompts from July (oops). Pairings and prompt will be noted in the chapter titles.