#femhawke x varric

[variaoftevinter]

hawke x varric

fem!hawke x varric, mention of fenris x hawke i wrote this literally over two years ago (never posted) and just edited it a bit, enjoy!

content: v light smut, hickeys, b0ners, conversation about sex

Hawke and Varric were sat as always in the back room of the Hanged Man, hidden away from the rest of the rabble— to her preference. She never made a fuss when they got a table in the front, but she always got quiet-- surprising for someone as seemingly sociable as her. She said she doesn’t like when people watch her eat. The barmaid walked over and placed a bottle of dark wine and two chalices in front of them. Varric filled both of their cups. 

“I believe we have to keep tradition and get shitfaced, madam,” Varric said. She groaned. “What’s wrong?”

“Trust me, it’s not that I don’t like getting drunk,” she said with a smile, “it’s just that I black out every damned time. Without fail.” He laughed.

“It’s reassuring to know Hawke is bad at something. I’ve never seen someone handle their alcohol as poorly as you. Even Daisy.”

“We have no clue what those Dalish could be chugging on.”

“Hawke, how the hell could they make wine out there?” 

Hawke took a swig from her cup.

“Blood magic.” 

Varric groaned.

“That one was terrible.”

“I thought the delivery was pretty good!”

“I won’t deny you that,” 

She chuckled, her cheeks already flushed. “No one delivers like you do, Hawke.”

“That’s for damned sure. They don’t call me the Whore of Kirkwall for nothing.”

That one earned a hearty chuckle from the dwarf. 

“You’re lucky I’m working to help your reputation, that would be quite the fucking legacy.”

“What’s wrong with being a whore, Varric? I’ve been one all my life. I know how to get what I want from people, fucking is one of the ways I do that. It’s methodical. Often times I know exactly how to get someone off, like clockwork. Or a machine, or something.”

“Isabela’s really rubbed off on you.”

“She certainly has.”

Varric, mid-drink, spat and sputtered into his wine.

“Maker, woman!”

“Oh come now you’re not some prude, are you? Goodness, it’s like I’m sat with a chantry mother.”

“My innocent ears!”

“You’ll be alright,” She said, and refilled both of their now empty cups. “I never really here you speak of sex, come to think of it.”

“Truth be told, it’s not my favorite pastime. There is a lot more to a connection than that, at least for me,” He said. Hawke leaned forward, intrigued. “I have to know a woman, intimately, before it can come to that. I’ve tried casual sex, but it’s just far too vulnerable. It might sound sad, but I have to be able to laugh with that person. It’s such a serious matter when it’s with a stranger.”

“Laughter and sex, huh?”

“It’s necessary, yes. Absolutely.”

“Interesting. In all my days I’ve never experienced that.”

“Well,” he laughed, “I highly recommend.”

“Sex is often how I get to know a person. I don’t know why, but I greatly enjoy it. It tells me all I need to know about a person. What they want from you, if they’re a giver, if they’re a keeper, even.”

“I’ve never seen you find a keeper.”

She flinched at the comment. He quickly apologized.

“I have found keepers. The question is if I’m what they want.”

“Hawke, I don’t know how you couldn’t be. You’re a good, good woman. I mean it.”

“Well, people have specific tastes,” He raised a toast to that. “Like you, Varric. Your commitment to Bianca is unwavering, and that never ceases to confound me.”

“She’s a good bow. She’s sturdy, and-”

“Varric.”

“Right... You wouldn’t get it.”

“Oh trust me, I do. She doesn’t deserve you.”

“You’re hung up on that broody elf, aren’t you? I could say the same for you. He has hurt you again and again... I suppose like she has to me.”

Hawke took a sip of her wine. Varric followed suit.

“You can do better than him, Hawke.” He repeated.

She sighed. “There isn't anyone better than him, in my eyes. But you can do better too. You deserve someone who does need you.”

“You need me,” Varric said. They looked at each other. “If we both can do better then where does that put us?”

She laughed loudly and genuinely— which was a rare sight.

“Maybe that puts us right here in front of each other.”

“What are you saying, Hawke?” Whatever bluff she had, Varric called it. They held eye contact for a moment.

“What are we, Varric? I mean, I’ve never had a friendship like this before.”

“Neither have I,” Varric said. “Family?”

“Maybe…” They locked eyes again. Varric furrowed his brows. 

“I’ve never really liked a woman that wasn’t a dwarf.”

“I’ve never really liked a dwarf.”

“Fair,” he backed off. They thought for a moment. “We’d be good for each other.”

“I… yes.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes,” she decided. “We would, wouldn’t we?”

“Yeah, sure. Absolutely.”

She took a sip of her wine. Varric simply watched. His eyes made their way to hers. She looked back, setting the chalice down. He shifted in his seat.

She stood up. Varric inhaled, tilting his head up to look at her. She stepped over to him in his seat, and laid herself across his lap. He slid a hand over her rump. She brought a hand to his chin, rubbing her thumb gently across his scruffy facial hair as she lifted his face up to hers. They kissed— only for a moment, then pulled away to look at each other. Neither could discern what the other was feeling so they went at it again. As their lips pressed together they wrapped their arms around each other, enveloping them in one another’s embrace. This kiss lasted longer. Slowly, gently, the tip of Varric’s tongue brushed against her lips. She parted her mouth for him, letting him in. They continued. His left hand still wore a leather glove. He gripped her jaw with it, keeping her right against him. She felt him start to press against her, growing hard. She whimpered.

“Fuck.” He whispered. 

She tried to stifle a laugh, to no avail, giggling down his throat. He pulled away, resting his hands on the armrests of his chair.

“What?” He demanded, embarrassed.

“What do you mean, what?” She said, still in his lap, her face almost touching his.

“You laughed in my mouth!”

“You just said... I just felt bad. Or guilty I suppose.”

“Why?”

She leaned in, and started to kiss his neck. He tossed his head back, groaning in surprise. Slowly, she bit and sucked at him, until the skin turned deep red.

“Because,” she whispered into the crook of his neck, “I have you right where I want you.”

And with that, she rose from their shared seat, grabbed the quarter-full bottle of wine, and started to walk away.

Varric, unsure of whether to cover his neck or his bulge, awkwardly stood up and started to follow.

“Hawke! Maker’s breath, wait, woman!”

[petchic101]

Horny fun Varric and Hawke Fanfic, after years of thinking about these two I finally decided to write it all down <3

[immawraffle]

Tell me I’m wrong.

[guarding-the-veil]

I am OBSESSED with Hawke and Varric’s relationship. They are soulmates 🤧

[little-wool-gatherer]

I'm just thinking about them and what could have been...🥲

[hobgoblinsandpeachfuzz]

back in 2013: aw i gotta make her story realistic and weirdly Tennessee Williams-esque

now: that's fun but AUs exist and I can do what i want which is messy but also happy

explanations of the messiness under the cut

Back in the day my idea for Mariah's canon was she and Fenris got together, accidentally got pregnant post game (twins!) and then Hawke leaves to do Inquisition without telling anyone and this breeds a lot of hurt and resentment that the kids learn, and then one day Fenris would die from lyrium poisoning and hawke's kids would hate her and she woudl live in a really weird toxic codependency with varric until she got herself killed

but i'm on prozac now and that sucks so Hawke's situation is that Fenris and Varric are both the most important people to her in her life and the AUs come from which person she decides to be with and there's happy and sad versions of each

Canon is Hawke x Fenris, the twins, some bad communication, but eventually figuring their shit out and getting married in the heat of battle. Varric is Hawke's Person. That will never change. They all live happily ever after. (Sometimes maybe Varric gets with my Aeducan but not always)

AU is Act II Hawke and Fenris break up, and in one AU Varric makes a move and they get together, and Fenris is Hawke's Person. That will never change. IDK if these two would have kids or not, but in one AU they are happy ever after.

In a Sad AU, Hawke and Fenris break up, and Varric ALMOST makes a move but doesn't, and then Hawke gets left in the fade. This exists solely so I can have other Varric ships I have be angsty.

they are my dolls i can do what i want

[nervestatic]

your lips, your hips, my fingertips

Marissa is a vision in red.

Over the years, it’s become the signature color of her and her brother’s little band of misfits that trawl in and out of Kirkwall like they own the damn place. It is, after all, the color that they both smear across the bridge of their nose, bright and proud and defiant. But tonight, the rest of their merry band is nowhere to be found-- it’s just the two of them, pretending to be secluded in their little corner of the Hanged Man.

Marissa looks like she was dressed by Isabel, if Varric had to take a guess. The dress is dangerously short, showing miles of pale skin marred by no shortage of scars and a few more recent looking nicks and bruises. The dress vanishes under a black corset around her waist, pushing her chest up and out, re-emerging as two long sleeves that drape down to the heel of her hands. Varric has no doubt that Marissa is armed to the teeth, even if he can’t imagine where she’d be hiding her usual array of knives in such a revealing outfit, but that’s all part of the thrill, isn’t it?

“It’s nice to have a night to ourselves,” Marissa muses, taking a sip of her ale. However divine she looks, it is disconcerting to see her out of armor. She looks almost delicate across the table from him, but Varric knows from experience that she is anything but. “How’d you get rid of my brother?”

“How do you think?” Varric asks, leaning back in his chair. “I bribed Merrill.”

kinktober day two - impact play / read on ao3

[scarfacemarston]

saw your post saying that you want ideas for Fenris, so here's my 5 cents;

You know the romance ending for Fenris? Whenever I see it and I hear Varric say "a hero was born" for some reason that makes me think that it is giving us the idea that Fenris has become a dad, soooooo, any thoughts on Fenris as a dad?

Have a good day/night

Hey! I LOVE that idea. Seriously, that is so heartwarming to think of. It's been months since I've written hc and I've never written for Fenris before, but I hope you like it! I have bonus hc's from the crew below the cut. Background: Despite being together for over several years since Act 3 and the fact that they might as well have been married, Varric and crew still found themselves surprised to hear that Fenris and Hawke were pregnant/adopting. "Broody with a Broody Jr on the way? I knew it'd happen at some point; you owe me 50 coppers, Rivani."

If pregnant - Hawke was initially worried Fenris would leave them because of their first night together, but he had proven himself loyal to a fault numerous times, the thought thankfully disrupted quickly.

Fenris is the worrying warrior until after the baby is born, or if adopting, til they bring them home.  His mind is always going a mile a minute risk calculation and problem-solving for things that haven't yet happened. Hawke has to get him to snap out of it. He's extremely attentive partially because he tries to think about any possible situation and discomfort and how to avoid it. If Hawke is pregnant, he's ready, whether through ginger tea, soothing balms, hot towels, massages, craving outings, you name it.

It's not original, but the baby would definitely be named Bethany, Leandra, or Malcolm if it's a son. With adoption, he feels a little more in control. (I love the idea of Fenris having a daughter, so that's what I'm using her. Feel free to hc differently!)

The baby loves his voice. Adores it. She perks up whenever Fenris speaks, even if it's the quietest of murmurs or humming. Fenris would talk to the baby if his partner is pregnant, calming her down, especially if she starts kicking.  

He doesn't mind getting up in the middle of the night to take care of her. He's lived on such little sleep before, but this was something worth it. He sometimes likes the quiet to reflect on his new life and gaze at the miracle in his arms.

Fenris has to be reminded to put her down sometimes so Hawke can hold her ---then Hawke has to be reminded to put down the baby so they can get work done.

Definitely lots of story time together and time spent reading books together. 

He wants his child to be curious about the world and not be afraid to question why things are the way they are. He encourages her to ask difficult questions, even if it's something he doesn't always want to answer. He will try to answer in an age-appropriate manner anyhow.

Incredibly protective. He never thought he'd have a family, and now he has someone who depends on him more than anything. He is never far from her; if he can't chase after them, she's in a playpen where he can keep watch. However, he also tells himself that falling and making mistakes is okay. Scratched knees or messes are to be expected. Fenris becomes very good at toeing the line between being protective and allowing her to pick herself up and figure out solutions "by herself." (Of course, he'll still be there to kiss it better or give her a boost.)

He and Hawke agree that they'd rather gift her love and time than gifts.

Somehow, Fenris has ended up with an extra Malbari, 2 cats, and a goat as pets.

He teaches her a lot of skills, Lots of nature excursions, and teaches her things like navigation, plant identification, starting a fire, and helping her learn a language. 

He and Hawke agree to teach her self-defense once she's old enough. He's a firm & thorough but patient teacher.

He and Hawke believe she should do whatever she pleases with her body. Does she want long-flowing hair? He'll show off his braiding skills. Does she want chopped hair like FemHawke? Done. 

If she turns out to be a mage, Fenris would accept it. He would know that was a possibility whether she was biologically theirs - because of Hawke's mage line or, if adopted, that it is a randomized gene. He would be lying if he didn't think their lives would be easier if she wasn't a mage - but that is because he is worried for her and the current politics - not so much because of his past treatment of mages. It would take him a little time to process it, but he would love her just the same……….he only hopes that Hawke or one of their friends can help with the magic because turning the floor into an ice rink or the smell of burnt hair can only be tolerated for so long.

Bonus:

The Hawke crew isn't always around, but I like to hear them stay in touch and visit. Maybe they still travel together. I hated the idea of them breaking up.

Varric has most definitely written a few adventures with her in mind - one being a talking animal version of Hawke's adventures. Another about griffons and another about malbari adventurers.

Merrill brings the sweetest gifts and loves telling stories and taking her foraging. Flower crowns are a must.

Isabela develops a liking for stuffed plushies. It started with a stuffed parrot, and before they knew it, the bed was crowded with stuff like Malbari, parrots, griffon, cats, and whatever she could find. Isabela also gives her her first pirate sword. Baby Hawke loves her jewelry.

Aveline - mage or not - offers to train her in combat. Of course, Hawke laughs and says, "She's a baby. I think she's fine for now." She'd offer to babysit - Hawke having a child really has her curious about starting her own family with Donnic when they can find the time. Donnic makes her a set of cards so she can "play" diamondback with them.

Anders offers medical care if he is around and also offers to tutor her in magic - but I think we all know what Fenris' thoughts on that would be. Still, Fenris would begrudgingly be thankful for any care he provided.

[anaiqn]

I need to interact with people who likes - Vampire Academy - Dragon Age - Mass Effect

[ivygrowingsideways]

꧁ringing in the new year at the hanged man꧂

[jazzajazzjazz]

Hawke and Varric commissions for the spectacular @whiskynorocks <3

Commissions are pretty much always open so hit me up!

[jacklyn-flynn]

I've finally decided it's time to give Varric a little love! He doesn't get as much as he deserves...

“It was inevitable that I would fall in love with you, but damn if I didn’t fight it. I knew it before that night in the Hanged Man when you tried to tell me you fell in love with me too."

More under the cut!

"I’ve thought about that night every day for two fucking years. You tried to open up to me and I slammed the door in your face like you were some door-to-door shoe salesman. Because I thought you only got one chance at finding a soulmate and I didn’t want you to waste yours on me.” Looking back down at her, he was relieved to see she was still out cold. Or was that disappointment he felt?

“You almost died. You could still d-” he choked on the word. Varric swallowed hard and took a deep, steadying breath. “I know I hurt you. We weren’t the same for a while after that. After I broke your heart and acted like I didn't fucking know it. But we found our way back to how we used to be. So much so that I don’t know if you still love me or if you got over me like I wanted you to." He snorted and gave a half-hearted laugh. "There's a kick in the nuts I'd deserve. But, just in case this all goes tits up, I needed to say it. Out loud. While I still could."

[fenrisdefender]

To clarify, because I don't think people are getting the Isabela reference? Maybe people forgot... but Hawke's gift to Isa is a ship in a bottle.

Also, the placement of characters is meant to reflect on the other. Isa and Merrill both remember Hawke with joy and celebration; Fenris and Varric would find that reminiscence painful and at times unbearable.

Isabela and Fenris almost mirror each other. For both of them, Hawke is the first person who made them have a long-term home and feel, for once, that they belonged somewhere. Hawke also (in my mind at least) allows both of these characters to finally feel "sentimental" about memories and relationships; something I don't think either had really tried to feel before Hawke. Both Varric and Merril are outcasts of their people who don't feel as if they "fit in" with their culture anymore. Hawke was their place to "fit in."

Just some insight as to why these characters were chosen over the other party members. I think what Hawke left these characters, in particular, is poignant and special. At least, to me.

...nothing in the world belongs to me, but my love...

(lyrics: Mitski, "My Love is Mine All Mine")

[lady-trevelyans-old]

I’ve been writing Dragon Age fics for years, but this is my first time posting.

Warnings: Mention of Arishok fight, some kissing, not really NSFW but a little spicy if you squint.

Pairing: Female Hawke/Varric Tethras

Summary: Tallis needs a good distraction to get into Chateau Haine. Hawke has an idea. Varric doesn't know what else he expected.

Takes place between Acts 2 & 3, during Mark of the Assassin.

Snippet:

It was self-restraint and fingernails dug into the chair’s velvet arms that kept him from making any sound. And then she laughed, and it made everything so much worse. Or better. It was getting increasingly difficult to tell the difference.

“I- I think that’s good.” She said, and then, “I don’t know. It isn’t very visible.”

“I’m just gonna have to take your word for it.” Varric managed. “Isn’t that lip rouge supposed to… leave marks and stuff?”

“Actually it’s supposed to not do that. Good lip rouge doesn’t smear. And I was stupid and got good stuff.”

“I wasn’t aware you knew so much about rouge, Hawke.”

“Yes, well. I didn’t, until lsabela showed me how easy it is to distract a guard with good lipstick.”

“Really! I hadn’t noticed.” Varric snickered, the sound a little tight as Hawke apparently decided that one lipstick mark wasn’t enough, pressing her lips to his neck again, higher up this time. “Oh- Okay. This is fine.”

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[beebundt]

just finished first playthrough of da2, thinking about some post-game ship captain isabela and her 2nd hand (and lover)

[thepaintedlady00]

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.

***

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.