So I realized I have actually finished a fic. It’s a pretty short one and consists mostly of little big scenes for Cassandra and Marian Hawke falling in love. But it’s the fastest I’ve ever written any full thing ever. I wrote it in a weekend, granted it’s only 8 chapters and less than 7000 words but it’s finished. It’s a complete thing. And I kind of want to celebrate it. It’s not a life changing fic or anything but it’s special to me and it was fun and cute and I’m still proud of it.
I wrote it last November while I was away from tumbles and I don’t know. I just want to say congratulations to myself on here because it’s a big deal for me anyway, thanks for listening.
Tagged by @boshtet-juggler (thank you friend) to describe my fics in the worst way possible. I will try my best.
Vhenan’ara- Solas and Sarya take turns being morons as they wander Thedas independently of one another. Aka miscommunication at its finest.
Free Falling: Circus meets newspaper meets magic in a drug addled modern Solavellan romcom.
Bitter on the Tongue: Hawke almost kills Cullen but falls in love with Cassandra instead.
holding space: Sad Alistair meets sad Bethany through sad circumstances and coincidentally they fall in love.
Unhinged: Mass effect 3 review with some bonus Shega slow burn.
Tagging @ellstersmash @thevikingwoman @galadrieljones @a-shakespearean-in-paris @roguelioness and anyone else seeing this who wants to participate. (As always no pressure)
She doesn't feel well; her head is aching and fuzzy, and her eyes hurt where the light comes in from the windows. She wraps her arms around herself and buries her face in her blanket. The hammering in her head doesn't go away.
"Hawke?" calls a voice softly, and she lifts her head a little as Cassandra approaches. "Are you alright?"
"It hurts," she mumbles, her voice shaking a little.
Cassandra sits down on the bed beside her, leaning over to brush her hair back from her face. "What hurts?" she asks. "What's wrong?"
"My head," she whispers, touching her fingers to her temple. She can feel the vein pulsing under the skin, the pain surging in time with her heartbeat. "Here, and here."
"You should see a doctor," Cassandra tells her softly.
She shakes her head. "I'll... be alright. I just want to rest."
"If you're certain," Cassandra says, and starts to rise.
"No, wait," Hawke says, and reaches for her hand. "Stay with me?"
For a moment Cassandra doesn't move, but her fingers curl into Hawke's palm; she bites her lip.
"Please," Hawke says, her grasp tightening. "At least until I'm asleep."
Cassandra nods and shifts, crossing the foot of the bed to lie beside her, a hand on her arm rubbing gentle circles on her shoulder. She sighs, nestling into the pillow and drawing closer to Cassandra's chest.
It's hard to sleep with her head pounding so much, and even with her face buried in the cushion it seems too bright, but it's comforting at least to have Cassandra beside her, warm and close. She inches closer and puts her arms around Cassandra's waist, pulling her close and pressing into her shoulder.
"I love you," she mumbles into Cassandra's sleeve, very quietly.
There's a moment, the span of a heartbeat, and Cassandra's arms tighten around her. "And I you," she answers, just as softly.
Hawke shudders and grimaces, rubbing her head with one hand and keeping Cass close with the other. She doesn't want something for the pain, lest it make her feel worse; her chest is tight, and her stomach uneasy, so she hopes just sleep will help. Her body aches as well, her limbs heavy and cold, her bones stiff, but Cassandra gently rubbing her back helps some even if it does feel a little prickly.
"You're feverish," Cassandra mumurs as she presses a kiss to her brow. "You should have water."
"Mm," Hawke agrees reluctantly. "Could you get it?"
"Of course," Cassandra says, and rises to fill a cup from the tap. "Here," she says as she returns, and helps Hawke sit up to press the cup to her lips. "Drink."
The water is cold and crisp, and it helps ease the pounding in her head a little, though it doesn't go away. "Thank you," she whispers, and lies back down. "Come back to bed?"
"Of course," Cassandra agrees, and lies down again beside her, pulling her close. She closes her eyes and presses her face into Cassandra's chest, and to the sound of her heartbeat drifts off to sleep.
Prompt: Marian HawkexCassandra, Hawke flirts terribly and Cassandra is Flustered(TM)
Prompt sent by: one of my lovely Patreon supporters!
Aaaaaand we’re back! My life schedule is terrible at the moment so I wrote most of this on a train. The title is from this video I saw once about like skydiving I think? But the quote was something like “the best things in life lie on the other side of terror.”
No one has ever accused Marian Hawke of exercising sound judgement.
Indeed, she tells Varric after a particularly satisfying gulp from her third ale--or is it her fourth?--Hawke would just like everyone to know that she has shown remarkable restraint. Did she fall in love at first sight with the angry muscly templar lady? Maybe! But has she so much as gone near her, so much as--so much as--as glanced in her terrifyingly beautiful direction since her arrival at Skyhold?
"No!"
"Yes! All the time!"
"Fine, but I haven't gone near her!"
Varric squeezes his eyes closed. "Thank the Maker for small miracles."
Hawke contemplates her beverage. "Frankly she scares the shit out of me."
For DWC: Foolhardy for f!Hawke and Cass if you’re up for it??
Thank youuuu for the prompt--sorry I hoarded it for awhile!!! @dadrunkwriting
Cassandra must really learn to read in less accessiblelocations.
"Give it back!"
Hawke holds it aloft, just out of Cassandra's reach. "I'll duel you for it," she sayspleasantly.
Cassandra folds her arms and scoffs. "Don't be ridiculous."
"Oh, come on!" Hawke whines, and Cassandra takesadvantage of her momentary lapse in concentration to snatch her book back. Hawke is undeterred. "When are you going to agree to a littlesparring, hmm?" She puts up herfists playfully.
Sometimes Cassandra longs for the days when Hawke pointedlyavoided her.
"You're not scared, are you?"
Cassandra's frown deepens and she dusts off her bookprotectively. "No, but you shouldbe."
She winces an instant after she's spoken--she's forgottenthat everything is backwards with Hawke, and what was meant as a deterrent willbe taken for a challenge.
True to form, Hawke practically crows with delight. "Ooh, quite right, my lady Seeker! You know, I've always admired a woman whocould and would kick my ass."
"Don't be vulgar," Cassandra tries to snap, butthe effect is somewhat mitigated by a surprised little huff of amusement shecouldn't catch in time.
Hawke draws herself up to her full height, every bit thecalm before the storm, and she approaches like the carrion bird she is. "If I were a betting woman," shesays lightly, "I'd wager the lady Seeker fancies a bit of vulgarity."
Cassandra's characteristic noise of discontentment serves asher only response.
"Oh, she'd never admit it, of course," Hawkecontinues, unconcerned, and even has the audacity to begin rubbing Cassandra'sshoulders, as though Cassandra has any interest in being touched when--but onsecond thought, Hawke does give a very good massage, and she's already managedto find that knot from--
Cassandra positively loathes herself for the gasp she cannotcatch when Hawke continues, lips just shy of her ear.
"But you know," she says, "if I didn't thinkyou found me just the slightest bit charming, I like to think I might havetaken the hint by now."
Don't be so certain, Cassandra considers retorting,but she's sure her voice will give her away. As it stands, Hawke has just dug her thumb into a particular spot onCassandra's back that elicits another telltale gasp, and when she turns to faceHawke at last, it's no longer with the intention of reprimanding her.
Hawke kisses with a certainty and a conviction she lacks inmost areas of her life. For all herbravado, she makes it abundantly clear as often as possible that she has noidea what she's doing, nor has she ever. But in this realm, where Cassandra is so inexperienced and so uncertain,Hawke becomes the anchor, and Cassandra begins to feel every bit the tumultuousocean.
She pulls away, ebbs like the tide, and gasps for air. What are we doing?, she wants to ask, not forthe first time, but holds her tongue. Her first thought is that Hawke probably doesn't know, but her second isperhaps more difficult to bear. PerhapsHawke does know, and Cassandra doesn't want to.
After all, can anything come of this? Cassandra often thinks it never should havebegun at all, but then Hawke will offer her a small, lopsided smile, just asshe does now, and Cassandra will be the one to close the distance she's created,rising like the tide, captivated by the impossibility of the whole thing,forever destined to long for things she cannot truly hold.
@caffeinatedarrows asked: pentahawke, “I’d kill for a coffee...literally”
“I’d kill for a coffee,” Marian says, burying her face in her hands. “Literally.”
“You can have coffee when you’ve finished studying,” Cassandra says coolly. “Get back to work.”
She groans and looks back to her textbook. “I’ve been studying for hours. I’m about to fall asleep in my notes, Cass.”
Cassandra frowns at her, looking stern, but she can’t keep it up; she sighs and shakes her head as she says, “Fine - if you must have a coffee, I’ll get you one, but you had best keep studying while I go.”
“You’re a lifesaver,” Marian tells her, beaming, and turns to the next page in her notes as her girlfriend gets up to get her a drink.
