#Hawke siblings

[theluckywizard]

A matching set! ETA some detail shots

[brother-genitivi]

Hawke siblings but make them glamorous ✨

closeups under the cut

[zundely]

I am of the correct opinion that there are no issues in DAII that couldn't be solved by giving Bethany a big knife.

I love my Bethany Hawke headcanons so here are some birb family sketches of my favourite angry little sister.

[itsyasyall]

Deep Roads and goodbyes

[persephoneggsy]

Bethany, Marian, and Carver: the Hawke siblings! 

been thinking about them a lot lately. so have some little headcanons:

Bethany was actually better at combat magic than Marian, who excelled at healing. Carver, of course, called the monopoly on swordfighting.

Though, Marian is the better brawler if it comes down to pure hand-to-hand (mostly because she has. zero honor. she will punch you in the nuts).

Carver teased Marian about her height at every conceivable opportunity.

He got away with it bc he knows Marian would never actually hurt him or Bethany.

Bethany was the “golden child” of the family, but she never asked for it.

Bethany was a daddy’s girl, Carver was a momma’s boy, but they would both pick Marian as their favorite ‘parent’. :P

When they were younger, they played a lot of knight, princess, and dragon games. Bethany was the knight, Marian was the princess, and Carver was the dragon.

Carver and Bethany inherited more of the Amell family’s appearance, whereas Marian inherited more of the Hawke’s.

In a hypothetical “Both twins live” AU, Bethany would still develop a crush on Sebastian. But it lasts maybe a week before she realizes that Marian is in love with him, so she backs down and tries to help her sister win his heart instead. Bethany and Sebastian end up being good friends.

Also in this hypothetical AU, Bethany develops a more significant crush on Seamus Dumar, talking to him at the Viscount’s Keep or helping him sneak out while Marian and Carver are out busting heads.

[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

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“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.

[ustalav]

no two lines will ever be more Hawke and Templar!Carver to ME

[lets-get-brave]

As promised, the lines for the Hawke family portrait, with Leandra and all of her kiddos! Click to see it in actually decent resolution, since tumblr is being sassy. As usual, Bethany is the only Hawke kid who ever wears sleeves. The other three are strictly "Sun's out, Guns out" people.

[eivopimo]

[beachbeibi]

Lost & Found part 3

(Quirkless AU ft. Todosiblings, big bro Touya and Dabihawks but it’s complicated )

Part 7.2 I Part 7.1 I Part 6 I. Part 5 I Part 4 I Part 3 I Part 2 I Part 1 I

[theluckywizard]

hi lucky! from the artefacts of thedas prompts, maybe "a small pot of kaddis, partially used" for hawke & any family member? 😊

Heyyyy! Happy Friday! I wrote some Hawke sibling fluff because that's all i have in me apparently! Just a whole pile of dialogue. For @dadrunkwriting Characters: Garrett Hawke, Bethany Hawke, Carver Hawke WC: 575 Rating: Gen

“What are you doing, Gar?” Bethany asks, her tone appropriately snappish as Hawke works at her small herbalism bench, grinding with the mortar and pestle.

“Mixing up my kaddis,” says Hawke.

“So you’re a dog, now?” she asks, raising her brow, a little edge of flippance in her voice as she leans against the wall.

“Didn’t you see the front door? We’re all dogs. I just thought I’d better look the part when I go deal with those Lowtown derelicts.”

“What are you going to do, fight them all?”

“Only a little,” says Hawke, flashing his sister a grin. “Enough so they think twice about smearing dog shit on our door again.”

“You think you know who did it?”

“Oh I know who did it. And I know which tavern they haunt.”

Bethany approaches, tucking her chin around his upper arm and he looks down to cast an affectionate eye on her. There’s always been an uncommon warmth between them, their thoughtful natures and mutual protective instincts wrapped up inside a playful veneer of teasing and ribbing. She returns it with a smirk. 

“Try the walnut oil,” she suggests, gesturing at the small bottle on the top shelf. When he fumbles the small bottle in his hands which are truly a hair too big to be of use for such delicate tasks, she speaks again. “Here. Let me.” She nudges him aside with her hip and sets to work whipping up the pigment with the oil.

“Where did you get this anyway?” she asks, concentrating carefully on working out all the little lumps. 

“Lirene’s. It’s a fine Fereldan import, is it not?”

“Bitty isn’t even a trained war dog,” Bethany notes, glancing over her shoulder at the potato on the floor in the other room.

“Porkbit is of the finest Mabari stock. If I ever felt compelled to train him, he’d be a king amongst fools.”

“You’re deluded, Gar. As usual,” she grins, offering him the little pot of kaddis. “Are you going to cover your body too?”

“Oh, I think a streak across the nose will suffice. What do you think?” Hawke ducks low to look in the clouded mirror and smears a finger full from cheek to cheek across his nose.

“You look like an idiot,” she says, but there’s a laugh fluttering behind her voice and she reaches up to ruffle her hands in his hair. “Are you roping Carver into this terrible plan of yours?”

“Rope him? I’m not sure I could stop him,” says Hawke, admiring himself in the mirror. “You’re right it’s a little ridiculous. But I’m nothing if not a little ridiculous.”

“Well, at least you own it,” she says. “It will pair nicely with that hideous pointy armor you picked up.”

“Says you. I look like a proper legend in it.”

“You look like an oversized mace.”

“A legendary oversized mace,” he corrects her. “You sure you don’t want to come?”

“Oh I’m not sure drawing the attention of roving templars over a little dog shit is worth it, Gar,” she says. She turns her head to holler into the other room.“Carver!” Gamlen’s grumble is immediate.

Carver pokes his head into her room.

“Maker, Gar, really?” he says, grinning.

“A proper Fereldan dog,” Hawke grins. Bethany lays her hand on Carver’s shoulder as he dabs his finger for his own streak of red.

“Do us a favor and keep Garrett from doing something irreparably stupid. And vice versa. Unless you both decide to go full moron simultaneously.”

[fantasykiri5]

A pair of birds of prey for days 15 and 16 of @hermitadaymay !!! Definitely not a day and a half (?) late

[sinnamonpork]

Teenage Shouto talking about his older brother that's "very emotional" and "is a big cry baby". Everyone in Class 1-A, especially those who have met Fuyumi, imagines Touya as this adorable angel who could do no wrong.

Cut to two weeks later and a black haired, piercing filled man with the most shit eating of smirks is seen at the entrance of the school, about to pick up Shouto. He almost got Bakugou to blow up one of the walls and definitely got the number of visiting pro hero Hawks while he was waiting for Shouto's class to end.

Class 1-A is very, very confused. This is the crybaby older brother Shouto was talking about?? Bitch where???

[mellodramas]

if my younger sibling dreamed another sibling into existence for literally whatever reason, i probably would’ve killed myself in front of them to change the trajectory of their life forever (so really what i’m trying to say is i understand you declan i get it)

[hergnomieness]

The survivors

[ustalav]

👾

tyty

continuing w the theme of songs about interpersonal relationships, here's one for grant and carver

allies or enemies - the crane wives

The words I speak Are wildfires and weeds They spread like some awful damn disease And I swear, I didn't mean what I said I swear, I didn't mean it

i like the first verse especially bc it is very indicative of how i picture Grant's internal monologue over his foot-in-mouthism. He is bad at communicating, at bridging the gap between emotion and words and it really does not help in his efforts to repair his and Carver's relationship. Alongside just... I think misunderstanding Carver a lot, honestly I don't think he understands how much it means to him to be on the expedition until Carver is begging him to change his mind about leaving him behind (and he does change his mind! and still has a lot of what ifs about how carver would still be in kirkwall and not blighted if he hadn't)