#Hawke twins

[brother-genitivi]

Hawke siblings but make them glamorous ✨

closeups under the cut

[stilliwait]

Okay, I finally posted my Varric x Fem!Hawke fanfic to AO3. I hope you guys enjoy and follow along, because it's a work of love that has spanned over 90 pages of writing so far. (Only the prologue and chapter 1 are posted so far, but I will be posting as I write.)

This story will probably take me a few months to complete, and I plan on going from pre-DAO all the way to Post-Tresspasser. MAYBE even DAV if they don't kill my dwarf. Anyways, hope you like it!! https://archiveofourown.org/works/58105657/chapters/147936547

[sulky-valkyrie]

Happy Friday Valkyrie! For the Hawke Twins, "things you said when we were the happiest we ever were" from the "things you said" prompt list?

Happy Friday Kia! Have a drabble from a world state in which the eldest Hawke sibling was the one that became a Warden and the twins are in Kirkwall becoming rich and famous moderately against their will. for @dadrunkwriting

“You remember what Father always used to say?”

Carver frowned.  “‘Keep your head down?’”

Bethany rolled her eyes and lobbed a minuscule ball of lightning at him.  It had barely the energy to sting when it smacked him between the eyes.  “‘Magic will serve what is best in me, not what is most base.’”

“Ah.” He turned back to his letters and resisted the impulse to simply toss them into the fire.  “Not something he said to me, then.”  

She sighed and sat next to him.  “He did love you.  You know that, right?”

“What's that got to do with what he always said about magic?”

“You're thinking too narrowly.”  Bethany rested her chin in her hand.  “Sure, he meant it about magic, but really, it's about power.  Not being tempted to do something that would be so easy but so wrong.  Well…” she trailed off and smirked.  “Not giving in, at least.”

Carver pushed the letters away and leaned back in his chair.  “And you're worried I will?”  Does she think so little of me?

“We've got – Carver, we have more now than we ever dreamed.”  She chewed at her bottom lip.  “I could go out and buy a person right now if I wanted to.  Yes, it would be wrong, yes, it wouldn't be legal here, and yes, Fenris might kill me for it, but I could do it.”  She shook her head.  “It's terrifying, what we could do with this money.  This power.  I thought it would help us – help me – stay safe, but…”

Oh.  “This isn't about the money, is it?”  Carver reached for her hand.

She looked down, but didn't say anything.  As good an answer as he could hope for, really.  He tried again.  “You remember the apple tree by the Chantry in Harper's Ford?”

She snorted and glanced up.  “How could I forget?  We were eigh, and you wanted one so bad, but Mother said we couldn't just pick them ourselves and had to ask, but we'd just moved there.  We didn't know anyone and you just kept staring at it until our brother dared you to climb it anyway.”

“Yep.” He'd already been big for his age, and the lower branches were rickety and thin.  “I tried and fell right away.  Miracle that the sisters didn't hear it.”

“Then I told you to boost me up.”  Bethany smiled softly.  “I was so scared, but you wanted that apple so bad, and you looked at me and said you'd be ready to catch me if I slipped.  That you'd always be there.  So I climbed that damn tree just for you.”

Carver nodded, then stood up to put his arm around her shoulders.  “That was a good year.”  He didn't mention the rest of it.  How she'd come into her magic less than six months later and they'd had to flee again in the dead of night.  

“It was,” she sighed as she leaned against him.

“We're a good team, Bethy,” he said quietly.  “And it's not just about apples anymore, but I'm still here, and I'll always be there to catch you, okay?”

She turned to hug him.  “I know.”

[milesmentis]

[justanotherflemethstan]

when it comes to Hawke twins, I think for Carver it's the better outcome if you take him to the Deep Roads with you and he becomes a Grey Warden. he shows way more personal growth on that path compared to him becoming a templar. but when it comes to Bethany, I'd argue that staying in Kirkwal and becoming a Circle mage is the better outcome for her. she sounds really heartbroken if she gets turned into a Grey Warden, and on the other hand she seems to somewhat enjoy her time and makes some friends at the Gallows. plus, after the events of DA2, there are no more Circles to speak of anyway, which means that Bethany didn't have to become a Grey Warden and gets to be a free mage.

[echoes-sounds]

Bethany and Carver Hawke:

Raine Hawke:

The drawing of Hawke is somewhat outdated but wanted the trio together in one post

[wildercrow]

Hi and happy DADWC! I'd love to see something for the prompt "❛ no offense, but you look terrible. ❜"

I do noooot have spoons to get this up on AO3 tonight, so this is like... even more slapped together than usual, but here have some Bethany & Carver featuring me projecting my health problems onto Bethany for @dadrunkwriting!

No major content warnings that I can think of for this one. Just a T-rated chronic pain fic. Enjoy!

~Nuri

~*~*~

“No offense, but you look like crap!” Carver’s voice startles Bethany out of her half-awake stupor with a yelp, sending her temporarily abandoned woodburning project clattering to the floor from her lap.

Carver tilts his head to read it. “’If I were a bird, I know who I'd shit on,’ huh? And who would that be?”

Bethany opens her mouth to answer, but the pain radiating up from her neck is so intense that she can’t think of anything clever to say, so instead she focuses on straightening her posture and tilting her head from side to side as slowly and gently as she possibly can in hopes of convincing her neck muscles to relax even a tiny bit. They’re so tight that numbness is beginning to creep into her jaw, and her head can barely tilt to the right at all without being met with a sickening crunch.

“What’re you even doing out here in the living room at four in the morning?” Carver asks, picking her woodburning project up off the floor and gently setting it down on the coffee table beside her tool kit before plopping down next to her on the couch.

The motion jars her neck so much that she has to bite down on her tongue to keep from crying out. She takes slow, deep breaths in an effort to hold back the tears stinging at her eyes. Crying now would be a surefire way to make her pain truly unbearable for days to come. Not to mention embarassing.

“Bethy?” Carver asks, concern seeping into his voice. “Did something happen? If you need me to beat up Fiadh, I will. I bet I can take ‘em in a fight!”

She barks out a laugh that she instantly regrets when pain reverberates through her head like someone hammered a chisel into the base of her skull. “You could definitely beat Fiadh in a fight,” she replies in a whisper, “but please don’t. They’re lovely. I’m out here because my neck hurt too much to stay in bed, and I can’t exactly woodburn in the dark.”

“Isn’t sleep supposed to decrease pain, not increase it?”

“You try sleeping with a neck that turns itself into a fucking brick every time you lay down for more than ten minutes!” she snaps.

“Hey, hey, calm down.” Carver holds his hands up in a placating gesture. “I wasn’t second-guessing you. I was just telling your neck to get its act together.”

“Oh,” she replies with a sheepish smile that tugs at her ear and makes her feel a bit nauseous. “Sorry. I… haven’t really slept all night.”

“Well, guess that answers my next question, which was gonna be ‘how long have you been up?’”

“Why are you up, anyways?” she asks.

“Time for my morning run!” he responds, flexing dramatically.

Bethany responds with an unimpressed snort. Or at least, that’s her intent. What actually comes out is more of a soft huff than an actual snort, but… close enough.

“But, uh…” Carver’s demeanor softens, “if you’re bored out of your skull, I can hang around here this morning instead. I’m running errands later, which is plenty of cardio for the day.”

“I’ve got my woodburning. I’ll be fine,” she says with a yawn that feels like it’s going to pull her eardrum right out of her head.

Carver raises an eyebrow. “The woodburning you were working on by… sleepily holding it in your lap with all the tools put away on the coffee table? That woodburning? So uh… tell me, how much woodburning have you gotten done, tonight?”

“I did a little!” she defends.

“Uh-huh,” he drawls. “Well, if you wanna keep doing that for another two hours until the rest of the house starts waking up, be my guest…” He mimes preparing to stand up.

“Alright, fine,” she says with a sigh. “I wouldn’t say no to the company.”

Carver’s face breaks into a victorious grin that Bethany would be rolling her eyes at if only the slightest eye movement didn’t make her head feel ready to explode.

“Not sure what you’re planning to do now that you’re here, but welcome to the un-slumber party,” she says dryly.

“I dunno, uh… I could give you a neck massage, I guess?” he proposes.

“No.”

“No? Why no? Neck massages always help me when I’ve got a stiff neck.”

She takes slow, even breaths to suppress her frustration, but even so she can feel her neck tightening in response to it. “Yes, well, this isn’t exactly an ordinary stiff neck. As we’ve established.”

“I mean, yeah, but a massage couldn’t hurt, right?”

“Poke my neck.”

“What?”

“Poke it.”

He scrunches up his face in confusion reaches out to hover a tentative finger a few inches away from her neck. “Uh… where?”

“The back. Or the side, really. Doesn’t matter much because it’s kind of everywhere. Just poke it.”

He gives her a dubious look but does as instructed. Almost as soon as his finger makes contact, his expression transforms from skepticism to horror as he recoils in alarm. “Eugh, that feels like hundred-year-old jerky! How do you live like this?!”

“Badly!”

“Seriously, are you sure you aren’t injured? Maybe Anders should—”

“Yes, I’m sure. It gets like this all the time. At least a couple times a month. More if I’m stressed. Fiadh’s uncle, the healer one, says it’s from when—” she cuts herself off, looking down at her lap and dropping back down to a whisper, “from when I hit my head…”

It’s not exactly new information. Carver knows most of her health problems are from that one fateful day more than a decade ago when her family left her for dead while fleeing the Blight. She’s told him it’s not his fault, because it isn’t. But she knows he blames himself, anyways. So it’s not often she talks about it so directly.

She takes a shaky breath and continues, “Something about my brain not healing quite right, so now it gets confused and tells my neck to tense up until it’s practically petrified itself.”

Carver’s brow furrows as he takes all this in. After what seems like an eternity, he says, “This… really fucks up your life, huh?”

She nods. Her neck disagrees with the movement, so she has to bob her entire upper body instead of just her head.

He scowls, but when he speaks he sounds more hurt than cross, “Why don’t we ever talk about this? We used to talk about everything.”

She thinks for a long moment. Not about the answer – she knows that – but about whether she wants to answer honestly. Finally, she makes up her mind and replies quietly, “I guess it’s just… I don’t always have the energy to reassure you that it’s not your fault, you know?”

His scowl deepens. “You don’t need to reassure me. That’s a me problem. C’mon, Bethy, I wanna be a part of your life again, even if it means I have to think about hard stuff sometimes. You gotta trust me to be able to handle my own shit.”

She casts a sideways glance in his direction, unable to really turn her head enough to make eye contact. “You’re sure?”

“I couldn’t be more sure if I tried! Seriously, how many other health problems have you been sweeping under the rug to spare my feelings? Gimme the whole laundry list! Out with it!”

“If you insist,” she says with a quiet puff of laughter at his enthusiasm. “Do we want to pick a day to do some catching up, or…?”

“How about, uh… as soon as I get us some breakfast?”

“Oh! You mean out with it now, okay. I mean… sure, why not? Not like I have anything better to do. Though I don’t know how much luck I’ll have with breakfast. My face hurts too much to chew.”

“Oh, I can solve that, easy. Lemme make you a protein shake! No chewing required.” Carver beams. She has to admit, that’s a clever idea.

“Okay, okay, make me one of your weird protein drinks and then I can tell you all the fun ways my body is broken. Perfectly normal morning here in the Hawke household!”

“One protein shake, coming right up!” Carver announces, already on his way to the kitchen.

“Don’t forget my straw!” she calls after him, then flinches at the ensuing pounding in her head. Despite the pain, though, a smile creeps onto her face, because at long last things are starting to feel a little more normal with Carver.

[lothrilzul]

"That's how we did it back in Ferelden!" "What are you, afraid? I'm not hiding any more!"

Espeon as Bethany Hawke and Glaceon as Carver Hawke from Dragon Age 2

Part of WHAT IF...?

[lilypads17]

they dont lie that blight sure can fucking suck

[froody]

You go to report your car stolen in the town of Twin Peaks and you witness the sheriff exit out of an AM I GAY? quiz on his computer before taking your report.

[shouldaspunastory]

New blog, same author & muses

Follow the links to find the new home for Sonja’s stories and aesthetic here, and Garrett's stories and aesthetic here!

My beautiful Hawke children. Mage, Sarcastic Sass-master Garrett-I-Never-Asked-For-This-Shit-Hawke and his rogue, long-suffering and peacekeeping younger twin Sonja. Fantastically rendered by @the-tevinter-biscuit. Thank you, so much!! If you have the opportunity to commission them, they’re fantastic. <3

Garrett’s Stories Garrett’s Aesthetic

Sonja’s Stories Sonja’s Aesthetic

[connect404]

HALLOWEEN DRAWINGS !! (not really)

[sulky-valkyrie]

okay what is Twins Arishok?

I've starting writing a canon-divergent AU in which the eldest Hawke is the one who contracted teh Blight, leaving the Hawke twins to manage the disaster that is Kirkwall. The plan is to tell it in little one-shots and vignettes, and reimagine how key parts of DA2 might've gone if Carver and Bethany had been there and instead.

This particular WIP, which has only 290 words, is about the first time the Arishok would've met them with without the eldest Hawke present. I've put it to the side for now because i'm not entirely sure whether it's different enough to be interesting.

Small snippet below:

“Serah Hawke.”  The Arishok leaned forward.  “You are not the one I expected.”

Carver pursed his lips in irritation.  Three years and he still was still in his brother’s shadow.  “Mal isn’t in Kirkwall anymore.  I’m Carver.”

The Arishok leaned back in his not-quite-throne.  “When last we met, I did not know or care your name, or that of your brother.”  He pointed at Bethany.  “And now, you come with another.”

“My sister,” Carver answered gruffly, squeezing his hand into a fist to keep himself from reaching for the sword on his back.  “If you ask for a Hawke, you get us both.”  For good or ill.

[daphnekissart]

contributing to the chaos 

[carlsdraws]

[euryalex]

Dead by Daylight Killers and the Relliks in The Casting of Frank Stone