#arishawke

[vixiak]

Hejo, desperacko szukam kogoś +18 do pisania RP w uniwersum Dragon Age, główny ship Arishok x m!Hawke (mało popularny, wiem, ale może znajdzie się koneser), w tle mogą być inne. Mam dużo pomysłów, czasu i weny i nie mam żadnych tabu, lubię wręcz treści mocno kontrowersyjne. :)

Wszystkich polskich fanów Dragon Age'a błagam o rebloga! Art dla uwagi

[opheliafuckingrockwell]

hawke romancing the arishok probably wouldnt have fixed kirkwall but he shouldve tried it

[the-ebonarm]

Demands of the Qun

Those who have heard the tale of the Champion of Kirkwall know that Hawke earned that title for stopping the Qunari invasion of Kirkwall in 9:34 Dragon. As the story spread, the more impressive and heroic her accomplishment became. Many have come to believe that Hawke single-handedly bested the Arishok in a honorable duel to the death. Very few people know that the truth is far from impressive: Hawke had betrayed her friend to appease the Arishok. A difficult decision that will haunt her forever. What motivated her to do such a dishonorable act is known by her closest confidants. Only they will eventually come to learn that Hawke’s acquaintanceship with the Arishok had turned to something deeper. In the end, Hawke could not bring herself to kill the man she loved.

[hollyand-writes]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Rating: Mature   Word Count: 6,064 Pairing: Arishok/Male Hawke Other characters: Fenris, Qunari, Varric Tethras, Anders, Merrill, Purple Rogue Hawke, Herbert the Goose Other Tags: POV Fenris, Humor, Wild Goose Chase, Light-Hearted, Canon-Typical Violence, Untitled Goose Game References, Comedy, Slapstick, Horrible Goose (Untitled Goose Game), Accidental Death, Implied Sexual Content, Fade to Black, Dead Goose: Do Not Eat

Summary:

The Arishok gives Hawke a special task to prove his worthiness as kadan: to get rid of a goose that is pestering his men at the Qunari Compound.

Written for the Dragon Age Create-a-thon 2024 @dacreateathon!

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‘This is a foolish plan,’ Fenris told Garrett Hawke when the latter asked him for advice on the Qun, and—more specifically—how he could become the Arishok’s lover. Fenris had almost added ‘for a foolish man,’ but realised his warning would fall on deaf ears.

For Garrett Hawke had decided that he wanted to sleep with the Arishok—his latest harebrained scheme in this equally harebrained city—and once the dark-haired bearded rogue had decided on something, not even his beloved sister Bethany would be able to dissuade him.

Somehow, things had a way of working out well for Hawke, even though they really shouldn’t. Either the man was incredibly, ridiculously, extremely lucky, Fenris thought—or the Maker was real and loved Hawke very, very, very much.

‘But I want him,’ Hawke whined, ‘and I don’t know anything about the Qun or the Qunari. That’s why I need your help. You do.’

Fenris sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose: as much as he regarded Hawke as his friend, a competent fighter and wielder of dual daggers he respected for his skill as much as his can-do attitude, sometimes Fenris swore that the man’s occasional idiocy would be the death of him.

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[isengard]

arishawke doodle to go with my fic :3

[fassina]

Your fave Dragon Age pairing

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the high priestess: magic, dreams, knowledge; “I had this dream, and now…”

(this one lends itself well to Solavellan but you did say my favourite... so...)

Sometimes she things she can still smell the docks of Kirkwall, the heavy smell of the market fish lingering in the afternoons, the strange metallic tang on the air of the salt hitting the great chains in a humid summer evening. She thinks that she can hear the clink of the templar's armoured boots on the stone as they marched in formation, the calls from the market, the rhythmic chant as a vessel is hauled into port. Sometimes, she is there as she was that first day, holed up beneath grates, a penniless refugee. Sometimes she is in the shadows, awaiting news of another job with her brother and her sister. Oftentimes, it is later that she remembers. The feeling of her purse weighty with gold, her daggers warm in her hands.

Occasionally, she feels the heat of the flame from when the city burned. When she wakes, his great body is beside her and she is pulled to it. He runs hot.

What a blessing it is, to know the feel of his skin against her skin.

She is quiet enough when she wakes now that he does not stir; she learned the hard way what startling him in his sleep meant. He was used to having a retinue, guards and soldiers protecting him as he slept. To have anything close enough to startle him awake can only be death. He had grabbed her throat in those great hands, his black eyes so wide she could see herself turn puce as she clawed at him. Now, she is more careful.

Now, he is not so restless when he sleeps.

His arm pulls her close, and she shallows her breath further. This is her favourite time, when he cannot deny himself. When the shame does not sit on him heavy and wretched. When he cannot deny what he feels.

When she had gone with him, those years before, when she had picked up the tome and let Isabela be taken, when she had left Bethany weeping, begging her to stay, he had called her Basalit-an, he had let her be swept up in his guard and taken to the ship. There she was placed with a handful of elves she had recognised from the alienage, and for the first two days and nights she sat in silence with them, until he had finally fetched her to stand before him. The silence remained.

When she asked him to dismiss his men, he agreed.

He had not stopped her as she moved to sit herself in his lap, nor when she ran her hands over his horns, through his hair, over his gold-tipped ears. He had not stopped her as she pressed her lips to the corner of his mouth, though he made no move to meet her, nor to wipe the tears that came to her eyes. He only touched her to force her to the ground as a heavy dagger was launched at them, and she looked up to see the furious face of Isabela before she threw herself into the sea, the Tome of Koslun strapped to her waist.

Without the book, he was as good as dead.

They took him away, and she ached for the absence of him. She was assigned her role and she did it, she did it, every move of her hand as she sliced the fish and cleaned dedicated not to the whole but to him.

When she finally slipped away to find him, he was furious.

"All you have known of me," he had said with a growl when she visited him in his cell, "Is the Qun. You followed me here for reasons known to you. But if you seek what solace you found in that stinking, wretched hive, then you will find it here. You will stay. You will be Viddethari. This will bring me..."

He had stopped himself, and she had thought on it much in the years since. He does not speak much, he feels he has less to say now, but their small life of exile in Rivain is full of a thousand daily victories. Sometimes she dreams of her sister, and wonders if the legends she hears of the heroic Hawke could possibly all be true. Sometimes she hears whispers of the great Admiral Isabela, and wonders if she will finally come to kill her.

Her Kadan awakens, and pulls her onto his great body without a word. She runs her hands across his chest, softer now than the body of a warlord, and his lips ghost the edge of her hair. He moves beneath her, and she feels alive, she feels alive.

Sometimes, she believes they both died on those docks, this life suspended in a kind of nowhere. But, she thinks other times, this is more than she could have dreamed.

[mslanna]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Spread the self-love ❤️

Fave Five Fics? Oh dear. I think I now have around 80 on AO3..🙈

In no specific order:

1. 214782 – an X-Men First class fan poem I'm rather proud of, ngl.

2. Loved & Found – A Star Wars Republic Commando silly, humorous thingy about dating show and Walon Vau and a show host who dies repeatedly.

3. The Collateral of Command – Second Part of my Meliana Hawke Duology. Hawke as Inquisitor, Arishok instead of Cullen. I think I did a bang on job with the slow journey out of depression.

4. A Mortifying Ordeal – because my fav stories are my most self-indulgent ones. Shocker, I know.

5. Since the Last Goodbye – Baldur's Gate 3 Tav/Raphael romance. Because my current project is also always my current fave fic. Duh.

no AO3 account? No problem hmu for an invite

[brennacedria]

Posting the ArisHAWKE in honor of Ria getting thrown out of the qunari compound.