#varrihawke

[flekh]

and when they both died, they met at the Hanged Man, and she was teaching the Fade spirits to cheat at the Wicked Grace

heavily inspired by Hope and Dream which i LOVED!!! the fic ever. always thinking about it. nobody does it like her.

[storybookhawke]

but they're doomed by the narrative

[hawke-varric]

Dragon Age Kiss Week, Day 2: Injury

“Ow.”

“Oh, hush.”

Varric continued to grimace as the healing magic warmed his brow. Hawke’s breathing began to slow in the aftermath of the battle, hot air puffing from her mouth onto his forehead as she concentrated on mending the gash on his eyebrow. It felt like sharp needles tugging at his wound.

“The blade hurt less than this,” Varric grumbled, earning a soft laugh.

“Poor Varric,” Hawke cooed, cradling his head in her hands as she examined him for more injuries.

“I’m just saying,” he muttered, feeling strangely breathless at her gentle touch. “Your bedside manner could use some work.”

She smirked and pressed a soft kiss to his forehead, then patted the top of his head. “There, there.”

Varric chuckled. “That’s a start.”

[comiclysmic]

VarriHawke Time

[calcium-draws]

varrihawke got married in tomodachi life

[hightown-funk]

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Cassandra: Why haven't you signed up for Hightown Funk yet, Varric Varric: What in the name of Andraste's crispy knickers are you talking about, Seeker? Cass: DO NOT BLASPHEME! You know Hightown Funk is the (somewhat) Annual Fic & Art exchange that celebrates the love between you and Hawke. You cannot deny it! Varric: Cannot deny my love for Hawke, or that Hightown Funk is a semi-annual fic & art exchange that celebrates it? Cass: [speechless] Varric: Relax, I have until the end of the weekend to sign up.; Cass: VARRIC! Do not wait until the last moment! You cannot miss the deadline! Your admirers demand it! Varric: I'm just teasing, Seeker. I just signed up today. See? Closeup-of Varric holding a book that reads 'Hightown Funk Sign-up' Varric: dangles the sign-up book tauntingly I think the question now is, are you going to sign up before it's too late? Cass: snatches book away GIVE THAT TO ME! Varric: smirks Good on you, Seeker. CASSANDRA GREATLY APPROVES

[starfleetteddybear]

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[queenofbaws]

Queenie... I'm sick. I have a cold. IN SUMMER.

Please send Varric/Hawke.

*snuffles and sneezes*

The Herald's Rest was not the Hanged Man - there were many, many reasons why this was so. Cabot was not Corff (though what he served was just as eye-watering) and the lighting was all wrong; the whole place creaked up and up and up into cold corners full of cobwebs and Cole instead of out and back where dark shadows led to darker deals; the music was slow and baleful, Maryden's voice full of longing for a time before or after this one, and not once had he heard any cheering, any whistling, any feet stomping on boards as some poor sap lost a week's earnings to a card game never meant for him...

And as though she could read his mind, Hawke whispered from the very side of her mouth, "You're sure this is meant to be a tavern, not a mortuary?" surprising a snort out of him that echoed strangely in his tankard. She leaned down further, sliding her weight onto her elbows until her chin nearly touched his shoulder, her eyes alight with the promise of defiance, and further whispered, "A kind word and a silver, messere - that's all you'd need pay me to climb up onto the nearest table and start kicking drinks. Who knows, throw in a sovereign, perhaps I'll even do a little dance...something somber, I think, to match the pace of this miserable dirge, heavy on the arms and light in the hips, perhaps."

No, the Herald's Rest was not the Hanged Man, but Hawke was there, safe and whole and grinning, and for Varric, that was good enough.