#red!hawke

[veshialles]

Red!Hawke is such a bitch I need her carnally

[glowing-blue-feathermage]

Happy Friday! How about m!Hawke/Fenris + ❛ you already know how this will end. ❜ from the Angsty prompts?

Thank you for the prompt! Here's some FenHawke for @dadrunkwriting

(Read the second part of this here!)

Fenris felt numb. It was a shroud wrapped around a core of fear. “Hawke…” he pleaded, “don’t do this.” 

Hawke didn’t look at him, but his dark eyebrows drew down. His blue-gray eyes were underscored by dark smudges, his face flushed from their argument. 

That argument had been evolving for weeks now, growing from impassioned discourse to the thing it was now. Hawke had been inspired, maybe still was, but he’d stopped trying to convince Fenris that what he planned was right. Now he was impatient and dismissive, his body language guarded as he buckled his armor on. He hadn’t asked Fenris for help with it, and Fenris hadn’t offered. 

“You already know how this will end, Hawke,” he tried. “Setting mages loose on…”

“Is that really why you don’t want me to do this?” Hawke snapped. He whirled on Fenris, yanking a buckle tight to secure his gauntlet. "Is that all you've got for me?"

Fenris flinched, mouth open to respond, but his feelings were too jumbled to extract the right words. He closed his mouth, swallowing.

Hawke took several long strides toward him, his posture predatory. Fenris stood his ground, refusing to step back as much out of pride as because a voice in the back of his mind begged him to still trust this man. Even if he had a bomb in his pack.

Sharp metal bit into Fenris’s chin when Hawke pinched it between his fingers and turned the elf's face up to him. Nothing in the mage’s expression softened. 

“I believe in this,” Hawke growled. “It has to happen. I love you, but you refuse to see me for what I am.”

Fenris felt his eyes burning. He stared into Hawke’s and refused to blink so the moisture that swam in them would not become tears. “I do see you,” he forced out in a voice thick with emotion.

Hawke let go, turning his back on him. He picked up his bag and slung it over his shoulder. Before he could drag the other strap over his arm, Fenris reached out and caught him by the elbow. Hawke stiffened, the muscles under Fenris’s palm quivering, like he was making an effort not to jerk away. 

“I do see you,” Fenris insisted, an edge of panic in his voice that he hated. “I see you about to sacrifice yourself for the abomination’s mad scheme.”

Hawke yanked his arm out of Fenris’s grip then and stalked to the door. He wrenched it open and Fenris started forward, thinking this was it, that Hawke was about to die with this being the last thing they said to each other. But then Hawke spun on his heels and pierced him with his fevered gaze, freezing Fenris to the floor. 

“I am a mage, Fenris. I have always been one, I will always be one, and this is my choice. I’m in no one's thrall. You tell me not to do this because you don’t want to see mages walking free. If you don’t want that, then you don’t want me.”

Fenris sucked in a breath that burned in his lungs. “Venhedis,” he hissed. “I don’t want you to do this because you’re going to kill yourself, Hawke!” 

“Then it’s worth it,” Hawke snapped. He held Fenris’s gaze for a moment longer, and Fenris sensed he had only that moment to find the right words. But then his chance was whisked away as his lover spun around again and walked through the door. He left it open.

Fenris stared through it into the empty hall, hearing the sound of Hawke’s boots heavy on the stairs.

The footsteps faded. The front door opened. Slammed closed. 

“Fuck,” Fenris whispered to himself, snatching his sword up and sheathing with trembling fingers. He darted out the door and took the steps two at a time with a racing heart. 

He’d known how this would end for himself. It ended with him being swept up in this revolution, watching the past go up in flames, trying to keep Hawke from burning with it. If he hadn’t wanted that, he should never have fallen in love with a mage.

[aces-to-apples]

Purple To Red

"Talk to Hawke about her mother. Ask her who went 'too far.'"

Hawke, ignoring them until that point, spun on her heel to face them. To face him.

The black look she wore was one Fenris was far more accustomed to seeing in battle; he had gone too far.

"Fenris, darling," she drawled with all the exaggerated sweetness of poisoned wine. "Be a dear and never use the atrocities committed upon my mother as a 'gotcha!' in your daily tête-à-tête with my best friend." Her smile was small and mean and made him, Anders, and Varric all cringe. "If you wouldn't mind, of course, dear."

Fenris straightened his spine and lifted his chin, preparing to apologize for the admitted vulgarity of having done so. Next to him, Anders stepped forward so that he stood slightly between them.

"I'm sorry, Hawke," he murmured, glancing around the keep, always wary. "We didn't mean anything by it. It won't happen again."

Once, such a statement would be laughed or quipped away. Hawke always used to laugh, or joke, or deflect. Now, she visibly struggled to reign in her fury. "See that you don't," she coolly replied.

Then she gave her shoulders the smallest shimmy, as if to shake away the upset, and turned away from them. Striding purpsefully again towards the barracks, Fenris and the others left a respectful distance between themselves and Aveline's door when they arrived.

"Shit," Varric cursed under his breath. He sounded tired, and sad. "That got a little too intense, even for you two." He fixed Fenris with a hard look. "I can't believe you brought up her mother..."

Fenris felt the skin around his eyes tighten and he glared at Aveline's guards nearby. There were always over-interested ears none too far away these days. "It was a miscalculation," he said—mumbled, really. Then, with a sigh and the urge to rub his own tired eyes, he amended, "A mistake. I wasn't thinking, just responding. I am sorry, as well, for all she will not hear me say it for hours yet."

"I miss her laugh," Anders whispered into the bubble of quiet that surrounded them. "She always used to laugh when we argued. I miss that more than I ever thought possible."

Fenris did as well. "Pain can change a person in unaccountable ways," he finally replied, "and grief such as hers has been beyond counting. I shall—endeavor to keep away from such topics in the future."

"And I, as well. Sorry, you two."

Varric merely shook his head and muttered that they were fools, each and every one of them. Notably, he did not discount himself from that assessment.

When Hawke's discussion with Aveline was ended and she led them out of the Templars' keep, Fenris tried to remember the last time he had heard Hawke laugh.

[dragonageconfessions]

CONFESSION:

I think there is not enough love for red!hawke.Most people say they are just a crazy-monster, it is not true unless you made them do evil choices. My red!hawke is rude, likes to  fight and is too direct but she truly loves her friends and city. For example if you accept Merrill’s offer to visit her,they just answer ok and smile sweetly.

Mod Note: Confession edited for clarity

Original Submission:  “I think there is not enough love for red!hawke.Most people say they are just crazy-monster,it is not true unless you made them doing evil choices.

My red!hawke is rude,liking the fight and too much direct but she is truly love her friends and city.

For example if you accept Merrill’s propose to visit her,they just answer ok and smile  sweetly.”

[magerightsyeah]

Cassandra: I’m not gonna fall for some angsty white boy!

Anders: I’ll break your heart, and that might kill me sure as the Templars

Cassandra:

[elderparaiah]

Red!Hawke: I need to know how to get into the Deep Roads. You can tell me willingly or not.

Anders: Don't threaten me, little girl

Me:

[panori]

i’ve never been more excited and scared to play DA2

my first ever red!hawke is gonna kick some fuckin booty

[violasarecool]

carver, jay (ne/they/he), hawke (she/he), and bethany....... i call this “way more hawkes than there should be in one place”

it’s the Twins Au plus Everyone Lives (more or less), and of course the hawke family is invited to chateau haine but then they all fuckin showed up and this is more hawkes than anyone needs, you see this many of them coming and you get the fuck out of their way because things are gonna be on fire and that’s if they BEAT whatever trouble’s happening