#carver hawke x oc
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fandom: dragon age
rating: mature. minors dni.
pairing: carver hawke/oc
word count: 616
A/N: i haven't written anything in a hot minute so apologies in advance!! i'm currently deep in bg3 hell, but i still ended up writing about carver and august, somehow. august is my grey warden oc whom carver gets to know during da2 when he's recruited to the wardens in the deep roads. this fic is pretty tame, but minors interacting will still get blocked!
i've written more about them here: i, ii, iii
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There's a swordsman's callus on August's thumb. It catches on the skin of Carver's shoulder blade, when his palm glides from his lower back to his freckled shoulder. Fingers dig into the muscle, nails leaving half moons to Carver's light brown skin.
Carver's breath catches and he pushes further in with his hips, making August sigh breathlessly under him.
His eyes are closed when Carver searches them with his own. His mousy brown hair is tousled adorably from how he's been gripping and pulling it with his hands. His eyelashes are dripping from tears and there's a pink scar on his cheek from genlock's sharp blade and Carver presses a gentle kiss to it.
He's so beautiful, Carver thinks. The most beautiful thing he has ever seen in his life. And maybe he is only 22 years old and a little stupid, but he likes to think that he has seen a lot of stuff by now.
August is a man who is still a boy, just like Carver himself, but fierce and loyal to his friends that he would take a sword to the heart for them a thousand times over. He's brave to a fault.
He is also the world's hugest pillock. Carver's very favourite one.
"Are you close?" Carver pants, and August nods without words.
Carver picks up pace, and it's not long before both of them have found satisfaction and they are lying on their backs on their joined bedrolls. There's a sweet sort of kiss that gets pressed on Carver's bicep, and Carver's heart clenches like a fist under his rib cage.
"You know, I never thought I would end up in bed with an Orlesian guy," Carver says almost conversationally after the sweat has cooled on their bodies and their heart rates have returned to normal. And then he immediately winces afterwards. Maker, he sometimes wishes that the time Bethany almost accidentally killed him with a rusty pitchfork back in Lothering would have worked.
"And I never thought I would end up in bed with someone who has a cock the size of a horse, but here we are," he teases with a significant look to Carver's lower body, and Carver flushes deep and red.
August is doing the thing he does when he wants to be particularly annoying; adopting a thick exaggerated Orlesian accent that the nobles in Val Royeux use. It drives Carver up the wall, and he knows it.
"Maker, please stop, you bloody pillock," he whines. He's pretty sure August can tell how pleased he is by the comment, though, which makes it all the more embarrassing. Andraste's tits, Carver sometimes feels like it's August's lifework to tease him so mercilessly.
August laughs. It's a weirdly shrill sound that could belong to a teenage girl, and it makes Carver hide his grin on August's neck. He inhales August’s scent; he always smells so incredibly nice. Different from girls.
"It's true!" August says, delighted by Carver’s reaction. "And you definitely always get the Grey Wardens' incredible stamina part right."
Carver moans in agony while August's bony shoulders shake.
"Alright alright!" Carver says, but only slightly grumpy. August continues to giggle for a little while longer, before he quiets down.
Carver kind of wants to say something. I really like you (embarrassing). I could go for another round (even more embarrassing). I don't ever want to lose you (the most embarrassing thing he's thinking about right now).
In the end he says nothing, and August returns his silence in kind, though he presses a sweet sort of kiss to Carver’s furrowed brow.
Then they just sleep, and in the morning they will pretend to be nothing more than rivals turned friends again.
#dragon age#dragon age 2#carver hawke#da fanfic#dragon age fanfiction#carver hawke x oc#oc: august#vilna writes#i really appreciate reblogs dudes
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ACT I | bait & switch
I imagine I appear ungrateful. If so, I apologize, for nothing could be further from the truth. I did not find Danarius, but I still owe you a debt. Here is all the coin I have, as Anso promised. Should you find yourself in need of assistance, I would gladly render it.
#fenris#carver hawke#dragon age#dragon age 2#daedit#dragonageedit#dailygaming#gamingedit#carver: let's get one thing straight buddy only *i* get to have a problem with my mage sister#10/10 i just love everyone during this exchange#oc: rhiannon hawke#c: carver hawke#c: fenris#ship: fenris x rhiannon#g: da2#s: dragon age#mine: edits
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And finally, the main dish! :D
Carver Hawke and Scarlet Marrak for @stonebiscuit
LOVE me some Carver pairings so it was an immense pleasure to draw them as my part of the exchange!
#dragon age#dragon age 2#carver hawke#grey warden#carver x oc#dragon age fanart#btv satinalia masquerade 2023
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omg.. ok... in tears rn but i had the INCREDIBLE opportunity to commission @sunflowerdales to draw my baby vet and her favorite hawke... the lighting!! the vibes!! literal perfection. best believe i'll be cherishing this FOREVER 😭
#oc: elissavet cousland#carver hawke#x: what did my fingers do before they held him?#thank you SO much sasha 😭💖💖💖💖💖#they are my everything fr#also thank you to char for surprising me w the pose... was worth it#sighs dreamily
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manifesting the fenris / bethany fic i want into existence bc i dont know if i have the power to write it
#my loved ones begging me to write about Hawke and their love interest#meanwhile I will not stop writing Carver x OC#my post#dragon age
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Series Candidate #4: Dragon Age Fandom
You.
Fenris/Fem mage Alora Hawke pairing. Currently 15 chapters are planned (can change). This one will follow the games storyline with some changes of my own and unique aspects to magic and the story. It'll include a bit of enemies/rivals to lovers, canon typical violence, fluff, smut, bit of angst.
Hawke was fire, the fire that she so elegantly commanded. She was red, blood and anger and passion all molded into one being. She was stubborn and sarcastic and annoying… She was full of laughter and wisdom and everything he could have ever wanted to be. Fenris' eyes trailed down her form fitting armor, splattered with the blood of their foes. Her chest was heaving as she caught her breath beside him, but it was the dimly glowing gem that kissed her skin that his eyes focused on. Anger and pain boiling up within his chest as yet again the undeniable reality hit him.
She was a mage.
She radiated the tingle of magic and every time he got this close, every time he could feel her warmth against him, he was nearly smothered in the too familiar tang of it. It mattered not how long he'd fought beside her, how many nights they'd spent talking in the empty ruins of his master's manner, how much he longed to be at her side no matter where she went… Hawke would always be a mage. She would always feel like magic and pain and longing.
His name rolled off her tongue in a soft whisper. Her amber eyes looked up at him, worry shining and clear in them. She worried for him… Fenris sighed and gave her a nod, the gesture seeming to soothe her. Hawke smiled, the damn thing sending a jolt of lightning through his chest. Damn her. She set her head back against the rock behind them and laughed, full and free. "That was a close one."
He hummed, looking out at the sand littered with the bodies of their attackers. "Yes."
Fenris' body burned for her. Her voice, her touch, anything she would give him. When her pinky finger curled around his, still bound tightly in the cold metal of his gauntlet he couldn't help but reciprocate the action. Her head fell carefully to his spiked shoulder, dark hair spilling from beneath her red bandana, the heat that radiated off of her sinking through his armor and into him. He closed his eyes, inhaling the faint scent of her, smokey and dark and rich. She was intoxicating. "We should regroup with the others."
His finger curled tighter around hers. "In a moment. We wouldn't want to miss the view."
She giggled, the sound vibrating through him, her bright eyes looking out at the orange and red of the setting sun. "It would be quite a shame to miss this."
Hakwe was fire and mage or not, she had what remained his heart completely.
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Fenris was ice, the frozen chill of the armor that ecased his lithe body so beautifully. He was blue, lyrium and sorrow and dreams warring inside him. He was cold and cruel and calculating… He was full of experience and a dry humor that had begun to grow on me, he gave little more than fleeting looks and occasionally soft words and once in a blue moon a touch. Always featherlight and minimal, but that single touch filled me with more peace than I'd ever known. I craved it… Craved him, every piece he would entrust with me. My eyes watched him as his silver hair hung over his face, the gentle breeze tussling it ever so slightly. If he was hurt, he didn't show it.
He wouldn't show it, I realized. "Fenris?"
When the roughness of his hazel eyes snapped to mine, cold and angry, I nearly looked away. His hatred was something I'd gotten used to, at least more now than in the beginning, but the moments like this where his disgust of me spilled out through his eyes cut deeper than any knife could. His eyes softened, his face followed as he nodded at me, answering the question I never asked. The knowledge made me smile. He was alright. That was all that mattered.
I set my head back against the rock and laughed, forcing everything else to disappear if only for this moment. "That was a close one."
"Yes." Was all he said, but that voice… I closed my eyes at the sound of it, letting it wash over me. Thunder and rain and power. Unable to help myself I curled my pinky around his, fear filling me for a moment at the sudden and entirely possible thought that he'd pull away. When his finger curled around mine, cold metal biting into my skin, I sighed and set my head onto his shoulder. The spikes made it difficult to be comfortable, but I didn't care. He was here, beside me, just like he'd always been. Through the blood and death and danger Fenris remained by my side. He offered me counsel and comfort… He offered me safety, a thing I'd never been given before.
I was the one tasked with keeping people safe. I was the one that everyone else looked to in moments of crisis, but when they looked to me I looked to him. He didn't know it, could never know it, but in those moments the only thing keeping me standing was him, was knowing that he would be by my side no matter what my choices led us to.
"We should regroup with the others," I said, breaking the long silence.
Fenris' finger curled around mine as I moved to withdraw it. The simple action sending my heart into stuttering palpitations. "In a moment. We wouldn't want to miss the view."
My eyes dragged over the blood and corpses to gaze out at the setting sun, red and orange ripping across the surface of the ocean. With a soft laugh I settled back against his stiff, cold exterior. "It would be quite a shame to miss this."
Fenris was ice and steel, and whether he hated me or not, whether at the end of it all he chose to leave… I was his entirely.
#dragon age#dragon age fandom#dragon age fic#fenris x oc#fenris x femhawke#fenris#carver hawke#fenris x hawke#female hawke#dragon age 2#kirkwall#dragon age varric#varric tethras#fenris x hawke smut
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Hey! Sorry for the delay! Here’s Chapter Twenty!
‘86 // Chapter Twenty: The Sweet Escape
Tw: Patrick’s death, a bit of trauma.
*early hours of March 23, 1986*
“Eddie, come on. We gotta go!” I quietly scream as Eddie and I begin rowing the boat frantically. I see the goons in the distance running toward the dock house. Eddie and I ferociously continue to row out to the opposite side of Lover’s Lake.
“THERE THEY ARE!” I watch as the three stooges take formation at the dock from an already lengthy distance. “We’re losing them.” I say, with a deep breath of relief. That is until I watch Patrick diver in. “Oh fuck.” I breath out as a panicked Eddie turns and now Andy and Jason have joined in. Eddie grunts as he slaps the motor and it starts.
“Not on my goddamn watch.” Eddie growls as we speed away from the three. I watch the three try to come close to our boat as I clench the oar in my hands. Eddie also has his in his hand, ready for any of their grubby hands. “As long as I get Jason first.” I say almost jokingly. “He deserves it. You are my girl.” “And you’re my man.”
We both know there’s no time for kissing. Especially when the motor stops and we panic. “SHIT!” Eddie yells as he turns frantically to get it to work again, slapping it numerous times. I watch wide eyed, oar in hand, as the three come closer. However, Patrick has stopped. As if in a trance… Henry.
“Shit…” I say under my breath. Jason pipes up, catching Andy’s attention. “Patrick… C’mon, we’re close!” Ugh, even his voice makes me want to swing my oar in his face. I watch as Eddie struggles with the motor. “Eddie, we’re not far from land. Plus, I think Skull Rock is close by.” I whisper to him while we watch the events unfold. We both exchange knowing glances. I nod at what he’s thinking.
Suddenly, like clockwork, Patrick darts up in the air. Void of anything ranging from sight, sound, possibly touch. Absolutely stiff. “Let’s go!” I speak as Jason and Andy watch their friend’s demise. I will admit, Patrick didn’t deserve to die. He’s probably the most decent of the three. I also don’t want Eddie to relive it. Watching Chrissy, then almost losing me. This would be too much for him.
“Let’s go.” Eddie agrees as we leap into the frigid water. We begin stroking as we hear the bones start to snap. We both turned to see and there he was. What’s left of Patrick’s demise, it’s too painful to watch. I look over at Eddie who’s as brave as they come. It seems he’s being brave for the both of us. I smile softly at the feeling.
Finally, we watch Patrick fall into the water, then bolt into the woods scape, before Jason and Andy catch even one glimpse. “This way! C-C’mon!” Eddie leads me to the other hiding place we’d have. Or rather, all of Hawkins’ horny teenagers. King Steve apparently “owns” it. We’re both cold and wet as Eddie grabs my hand, scared the two somehow can catch up.
I grip on his hand as the cold air hits both of us. I give him a reassuring smile. “I don’t think those dipshits know where we ran off too.” I run his arm and I can see him smiling faintly. “You okay? I know it was probably rough watching that.” I quietly ask, going to his side as he keeps me close. “Yeah… I think so. What about you, sweetheart?” We continue to walk closely together, never out of sight.
“I’m okay, I think. I was more worried about you,” Eddie lets out a small chuckle. “I’m okay, baby. I promise. I’m with you and that’s all that matters. We embrace each other. “It’s been so weird without you today.” Eddie says as I listen to his heartbeat. It’s erratic yet calm. “It was weird without you too… and then being at my house, seeing a stupid birthday card from my dad. Then my mom locked me in my room.”
Eddie holds me tighter. “She truly thinks you’re a murderer. A cold blooded murderer. I’m so sorry baby.” I try to suppress my sadness over the thought. The very thought my mother has turned on me. The one person who I thought would be there for me. For Dustin. It’s not fair for him either.
“When I officially turn eighteen, I’m getting out of there. I’ll take Dustin if I have to. I harshly spit out. “Rox, babe, I know you’re upset but-“ “She thinks you’re a murderer, Eds.” I whisper loudly as we pass under the power lines. “The very man I fell in love with and her son’s role model. It’s such bullshit.” “Rox, she’s still your mother.” “I don’t care. It hurts that it feels like she can’t trust me or the man that makes me the happiest I’ve ever been.”
This brings the lightest, smuggest smile on his lips. We completely forget we’re damp from diving into the lake. We’re brought back by me shaking. “Here.” Eddie wraps his arms around me and we stand there for a moment. “Thank you.” I rest my wet head on Eddie’s damp chest.
“Of course, my love. And hey,” he lifts my chin up to meet his gaze. “When we kill Vecna and this ‘shit town’ is saved, we can sit with your mother and talk it out. I don’t want you to lose your relationship with her. We will fight.” I smile up at him. “I would’ve loved to meet your mother.” “She’d love you!” We both smile and laugh in each other’s arms. “Did I mention how much I love you?” I squeak. “You might’ve a few times.”
We kiss, then get to Skull Rock shortly after. That’s when we slump down behind it and get comfortable. “It’s too bad I don’t know a way to the cabin. They’re going to panic once they see we’re not there.” I say sort of chuckling. Eddie’s own chuckle follows. “They’ll figure it out. I mean, this is where most of us teens go to escape.” “That is true. Do you think Jason and Andy are coming?” “After what they just saw? I highly doubt it.” I notice him getting tired. “You should get some sleep, babe. I’ll keep an eye out.” I kiss him goodnight.
#joseph quinn#eddie munson#stranger things#eddie x oc#maya hawke#robin buckley#eddie stranger things#eddie fic#steve harrington#dustin henderson#jason carver
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Hey I just saw that post you reblogged about matching two characters together who never met in canon and giving them elaborative backstories. And like, you mentioned Carver and Alistair (who I love btw) , and Carver and Morrigan and like!!!! I never even THOUGHT of them together but you tagging them felt like a punch over the head and I'm super intrigued now! You said you had some ideas for them? Do you mind sharing them, I'm super curious.
If not, I totally understand! Hope you have a good one in any case :)
Honestly it’s more of a Vibe than specific ideas but yeah I think they’d work really well together, especially in origin timeline! But here are some of my thoughts, keeping in mind I’m kinda rusty with my dragon age knowledge currently 🥲
First off, I think there’s the potential for some interesting stuff with their attitudes around family. Family is so important to Carver, but he also has a complex relationship with them. Family (and connection in general) is also important to Morrigan but in a different way given…y’know, Flemeth and Morrigan’s upbringing. I think that would be interesting to explore and the way they’d comfort and challenge each others views would fun.
Carver would let Morrigan show her softer side while she’d allow him to be honest and show *his* bitchier side (which neither of them would have been able to do as much given their “role” in their families). They’d encourage each other to show that other side to the, but also challenge each other and keep each other accountable.
Then Carver can have a kind of dumb, goofy sense of humour (especially after processing the trauma of Ostegar and Lothering) and Morrigan is snarkier and can be a lot blunter and I think they’d balance each other out. She’d roll her eyes at him but ultimately be entertained and Carver would enjoy her but also push back if she went too far and they’d bring out the other side in each other a bit more.
Plus if it’s warden!carver during origins, you can get Carver being Kieran’s father and I loooove Carver with kids! And then it makes Kieran relates to Hawke too which can allow for
And thennn I just personally love Morrigan with sweet men who can be a little goofy and encourage her to be open and I feel like Carver fits that, and I love Carver with assertive women who can boss him around if they wanted to (and he does want them too imo 😏, so like…Isabella, my oc Eila…) and Morrigan fits that too.
And idk, I’m not great at identifying exactly why I like things and explaining character thoughts haha but *marge simpson voice* I just think they’re neat
#carver Hawke#morrigan#carver x morrigan#and yeah I never bothered like creating anything for it I gotta balance up the ti#time + effort involved in making;stuff vs lack of interest in a rare pair but yeah#it’s one of my fav carver pairings along w carver/Alistair + carver/Isabella + carver/my oc
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HAP FRI BELOVED for Hawke x Loghain: ❛ you know, they’re going to use the things you love against you. ❜
hap fri to YOU beloved💜💜 ty for indulging my niche brainrot I adore you to pieces uwu
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for @dadrunkwriting
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The viscount’s office looked different from the other side of the desk. Familiar, but odd, like seeing a sketch of her face instead of a reflection.
Bran had sealed the door after Dumar’s death and no one had been allowed inside since, not even staff to clean. A thick layer of dust coated every surface; it had puffed around Siobhan’s boots when she finally fit the ancient, ornate key into the lock and entered the office.
Her office.
It was everything she’d wanted and not, all at once.
The appointment was unofficial, technically, but the Seneschal doubted the nobles—most of whom still owed their lives to Hawke—would fight the Templars on it. At the very least, there would be no vote until the city had a semblance of order, and a single glance outside assured that was a ways off.
Hightown sprawled outside her window, a combination of smoldering rubble and half-demolished estates. Most of the bodies had been collected and removed, but the corpse of the Chantry, a giant, magically polluted crater, loomed over it all in its absence.
With a wave of her hand, Siobhan sucked all the dust and grime into a ball and set it aflame. It burned away into nothing just as a firm knock came through the door.
“Enter.”
Hinges creaked, revealing her brother. His blue and silver armor was streaked with ash and blood from days of triage and rescue with no break.
“Someone’s here for you,” he said without preamble. There was still anger and tension between them, words unspoken about what she’d done and why, but this wasn’t the time for mediation. Siobhan nodded and another figure in somewhat cleaner Warden armor stepped around the door frame.
“Loghain,” she breathed, fingers flexing against the wood of her desk.
She drank in his face. There were new lines across his brow, in the corners of his eyes, and the thin, pink line of a mostly healed wound wasn’t quite concealed by his unbound hair. Dark circles ringed his eyes, as if he hadn’t slept for days. Depending on where he was when the news hit, perhaps he hadn’t.
But it had only been about a week since the Void rained down around Kirkwall. So how—
“I summoned him.” Carver answered her unasked question, scowling. “I needed a Senior Warden and Stroud’s on a recruitment tour and the Vigil is so insular as to be useless.”
“Needed a Senior Warden?”
“The red lyrium.” Armor creaked as Carver pursed his lips and shifted. “It’s tainted.”
Siobhan rolled her eyes. “You don’t fucking say. I thought it switched from blue because it of seasonal fashion.”
With a frustrated groan, Carver threw his hands in the air. “You explain it to her,” he muttered, shouldering past Loghain to leave. “Maybe she’ll actually listen.”
Siobhan turned toward the window, if only so she didn’t have to confront the piercing stare Loghain had fixed her with. When she spoke, her breath fogged against the glass. “What’s he on about now?”
“The boy is correct: red lyrium is tainted.” Time had not changed his voice, still low and slightly grating, yet steady and comforting against her ears. “Not just the color—it is Blight-Tainted.”
“What?”
In the warped reflection, she saw him open his mouth and she whipped around, glaring. “I heard you the first time,” she snapped before he could repeat himself, or something similarly asinine. “How do you know?”
“It sings. We can hear it, like the darkspawn.”
A heavy breath and Siobhan rubbed her temple. Her mind was spinning. “What does that mean? The implications, the exposure—“
“Your brother reports that when the Templars and remaining mages are separated from the Gallows, he cannot sense Taint within them. It does not seem to be contagious in that way.”
“Thank the Maker for small blessings,” she muttered. “I have enough to deal with as it is.”
“So you do.” Loghain stepped forward, closing the distance between them to only a pace. “Vicountess.”
Her poker face had always rivaled his and they both held now, even as she jutted her chin out and folded her arms. “Is that a problem?”
He snorted. “Not for me. You, on the other hand…”
“I can handle myself.”
“Of that I have no doubt.”
“Then what do you doubt, serrah?”
Loghain hummed, idly flicking a bit of grime from his gauntlets. “Power begets power, Siobhan. You may retain and wield it with ease, but those necessarily drawn to your station will shape it into a weapon with which to fell you. Your words, your actions—“
He shook his head, and she could taste the bitterness of his words like a tangible thing on her own tongue.
“Even those you love,” he said lowly. “And it will matter not how much you love this city or what you would give to save it. If they perceive a weakness to twist, they will use it all against you.”
Siobhan closed her eyes. She thought of Mother, just a head stitched to another’s corpse; of Carver, bound in blood magic on a sandy cliff.
“They already have.”
Silence stretched between them, broken only by the faint sounds of continued search and rescue efforts outside. Finally, Siobhan shook her head and blinked her eyes back open.
“Luckily,” she said, not quite managing to keep the sour note from her voice. “Everyone I love has already left the city, or will be doing so in short order.”
“Is that so.”
“Don’t go expecting me to list off where they’ve all gone.” Siobhan snorted. “Not when I haven’t checked the office for any listening runes the Templars planted while Dumar was in office.”
A surprised chuckle escaped Loghain and Siobhan’s cynical half-smirk turned to something softer, more genuine. “But I would not have them here. If the Divine decides this is the moment for an Exalted March—“
“Yet your brother remains.”
“Carver would chew off his foot if I told him he shouldn’t. You, off all people, know what a stubborn ass he is.”
“Must be a family trait.”
“Perhaps.” She lifted one fur-lined shoulder in a casual shrug. “He’ll leave soon on his own. A Warden never stays for long.”
He studied her at that. She suspected that he could feel the bitter waves coming off her as she had from him earlier. It didn’t matter, and she didn’t care, because neither of them could change what it was.
“No,” he said. “I don’t suppose they do.”
#dadwc#dragon age fic#dragon age 2#da2#hawke#loghain mac tir#carver hawke#my writing#oc: siobhan hawke#hawke x loghain#siobhan x loghain
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If you told Carver in Lothering or Kirkwall that one day he’d end up married to an Orlesian, he’d have laughed in your face and yet here they are <3
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fandom: dragon age
rating: general
pairing: carver hawke/oc (+ mentioned fenris/male hawke)
word count: 530
A/N: for @14daysdalovers for the word “frilly cakes”. fenhawke wedding and more of these two!! a small, separate scene that i may expand on one day, but for now this is just a quick little prompt fill!
It's his big brother's wedding, and Carver is a bit sloshed on fancy Orlesian white wine and those fancy Orlesian frilly cakes.
"This is awkward," August says, when Carver empties another flute of that wine in his mouth. It's not bad, even Carver can begrudgingly admit that.
Carver swallows down a burp.
"Why do you say that?"
"I'm just not sure why you invited me," August replies, voice quiet in the way Carver has learned means insecurity. Carver turns to look at the fellow Grey Warden by his side to see a frown on August's face, as he looks around uncertainly.
Maker knows why, but for some reason Carver's idiotic brother decided to elope on a beach in Rialto of all places. Carver's boots are full of sand and his cheeks are sun-burnt, but at least at the moment it's night time and he's not sweating under his festive clothing anymore.
It's pretty enough. This is his first time visiting Antiva. He already vastly prefers it to Orlais, and he's been here only a day.
August is still nursing his first glass of wine, but his pale cheeks are flushed from alcohol; he always was a light-weight. He's still wearing the flower crown Merrill made for every guest that attended the wedding-- Carver took off his hours ago.
He's quite pretty, Carver thinks, if you can call a grown man pretty without it being offending.
Carver shakes his head and bites another one of those tiny cakes. This one is pink with golden frosting and tastes of deep mushroom. Carver grimaces. Blasted Orlesian weirdos.
"Why not?" Carver asks with a shrug.
The answer is, because he didn't want to be pathetic and show up alone to give Isabela and Varric something to tease him about. Also, August is his… something. Not a friend, not a lover… but someone. Important, even.
"I like you well enough," Carver continues, which is an understatement. He likes August a little too much, to be honest. "You're… well." He coughs. "You're not bad company."
August smiles a little.
"Do you mean that?"
Carver stares at him. They've been fucking for years at this point, and still August seems surprised whenever Carver admits aloud that he cares about him. He opens his mouth to answer, but then there's a shout from the other side beach, where most of the other guests have gathered:
"Hey, Junior! Rivaini is holding an arm wrestling tournament. Want to join with those beefy arms of yours?" There's a pause. "You can bring your friend for moral support."
Carver can hear Merrill giggling at Varric's choice of words, and Isabela smacks a loud and affectionate kiss on her cheek. Many years ago, Carver might have been jealous of the exchange, but that ship sailed ages ago.
August smirks. Carver flushes.
"Uh…"
"Go on," August says. He drowns the last of his drink and stands up, "I wouldn't mind the view."
His always cold fingers linger for a moment on Carver's shoulder, when he passes by him, and Carver's heart stops for a moment from the simple touch.
"Ass," Carver mutters, before rising up to follow him.
#14dalovers#dragon age#dragon age 2#carver hawke#da fanfic#dragon age fanfiction#carver hawke x oc#oc: august#vilna writes#didn't proofread this because i have a killer headache#don't look at it too closely#alcohol cw
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New Chapter - Deck of Many Dragons
Chapter 98: Three of Pentacles
UPRIGHT: Teamwork, collaboration, learning, implementation
REVERSED: Disharmony, misalignment, working alone
The Three of Pentacles is all about teamwork. Every member of the team brings something special to the table. The Cleric brings healing, the Fighter has a strong sword, the Rogue can open any door, and the Bard will make sure the guards are all looking the other way. The job is going to get done and we’re all going to get paid today as long as everyone does their part. When reversed, this card warns that there’s some imbalance happening - some lack of trust or ability that’s going to impede you from reaching your goal. It might seem easiest to just do it all yourself, but success probably does not lie in that direction.
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#fanfic#dragon age#dragon age fanfiction#my fanfiction#bioware#d&d crossover#100k words#dragon age 2#150k words#200k words#250k words#dragon age inquisition#300k words#350k words#400k words#fenris x oc#mahariel x carver#inquisitor x dorian#lavellan x dorian#hawke x anders#fenris x zevran x oc#450k words#500k words#Eighty Eight Miracles deck
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oh pls tell i wanna hear your da fancasts! even if it's just for ocs 👀
ok! so my fancasts are super unfixed and very often its me watching something and going 'wow x would be a good y in the prestige dragon age adaptation that i would make and that would sweep the awards ceremonies.'
at the moment i've been watching a bunch of roman stuff so well. you'll see a trend here.
um this got long because i added pictures so its under a read more :3
oliver huntingdon as agrippa in sky's domina is who im currently vibing with for carver. in the show he just captures the perfect balance of gruff and caring which is carver to me
arnas fedaravicius is my faceclaim for antony (im aware picking a viking for a guy named after a roman is a choice and also there's like no visual similarities between hawke and carver but this is my mind <3)
jodie comer in the last duel is anora. to me <3
i have a post about this in my drafts but i'll just say it now. nadia parkes and kasia smutniak as livia in domina are blight and trespasser era tiarnan cousland
im kinda vibing with daryl mccormack as donnchadh trevelyan, my second worldstate inquisitor
and this one came to me while i was showering today and was tbh the inspiration for this post but. and hear me out (im aware this is the ultimate aforementioned 'this is because im watching this' cast) but ciaran hinds as caesar in rome is loghain to me.
ummm yeah thats all i can think of at the moment im sure i'll think of more as soon as i hit post though <3
#also pleeeease take this as an invitation to send me fancast ideas pleeeeease <3#ask#anon#sorry you are getting a look at what's happening in my mind#when i compared loghain to caesar the other day that was just the tip of the iceberg#fancasting
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Fandom asks: 4, 8, 16
4. say something nice about a ship you don't ship (it can be another ship in your fandom, a mutual's OTP, etc)
Probably Carver and Merrill is a pretty popular one I don't personal ship. But their awkward failures to flirt in the game are pretty adorable! Maybe Dorian and Iron Bull as well? Which is funny because I actually use their obvious attraction in my long fic, but I don't see it working out in the long run, but their in game flirtations are quite entertaining. 🥰
8. you hope more people will come to appreciate _ (a ship, a trope, an episode, etc)
LOL Selfishly Hawke x Inquisitor in general. It's a pretty uncommon ship and of course it's two OCs so it's kind of a roll of the dice, but I would love to read more Hawke x Inquisitor content. It's chewy.
16. a tiny detail in canon that you want more people to appreciate
I had a different answer for DelicateFade, but there are so many minor details I love. Maybe that Leandra Hawke is immediately trying to find Hawke a wife/husband as soon as you settle into the newly renamed "Hawke Estate". I've predicated an entire fic on it. 😅
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about me
Hi! Call me Ell or Autumn (she/her). I'm a writer by hobby and profession. This blog is mostly Dragon Age and Baldur's Gate 3, but also a little bit of The Witcher Netflix, Shadow & Bone, Mass Effect, writing, and just generally media I enjoy. Probably going to include more Sleep Token in the future. Sometimes science. Rarely, my own meta and fanfic writing.
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I try to curate a positive space here as much as possible for my mental health. I don't tend to post anti stuff, and I utilize the block function pretty readily.
I'm inconsistent at best with tagging, though I do make an effort to tag for common triggers. The only one you might see regularly is a cw for blood (in fanart, not real blood). If you need something tagged, you are free to ask, but I can't guarantee I'll never forget to include it.
I'm always happy to chat about any of our shared interests, be tagged in things, or get asks about my writing, characters, or media. But I'm not here to argue, and I don't engage with negativity.
My Canon Dragon Age Worldstates for fic purposes:
(List not exhaustive - major highlights only.)
"Happily Ever After":
DAO: female warrior Cousland x King Alistair, ruled together, dark ritual with Morrigan, killed Loghain
DA2: male warrior Hawke x Anders, templar Carver, sided with mages
DAI: undecided!
"Elfy":
DAO: Male rogue Mahariel x Zevran, King Alistair rules alone, killed Loghain, dark ritual with Morrigan.
DA2: Male mage Hawke x Fenris, spared Anders, circle mage Bethany survived, sided with mages
DAI: female mage Lavellan x Iron Bull (though my hc is Solas is an almost-maybe ex), allied with mages and Grey Wardens, Divine Leliana (softened)
Favorite DA Characters: (aka the ones you'll see most of my rbs about)
Zevran, Alistair, Fenris, The Iron Bull, Krem, Morrigan
Favorite pairings:
Zevran/Warden, Cousland/Alistair, Hawke/Anders/Fenris, Hawke/Fenris, Hawke/Anders, Bull/Dorian, Bull/Inquisitor
Not an exhaustive list by any means.
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