#post-DA2

[teine-mallaichte]

Happy Friday! Could I suggest “So, do I get a reward for behaving, or…?” for Adrian Hawke?? (Also absolutely stealing those prompts for Cara...)

Maybe this is why I love Cara 🤣

Though... Adrian is more infuriating and shameless with a desperate need for constant attention, but... It would be hilarious to put him in a room with Cara.

Anyway... I think this is my 6th Adrian @dadrunkwriting peice of the night, and the 3rd to involve hats in some way. So... Apparently Adrian officially has a hat obsession now 🤷

“So, do I get a reward for behaving, or…?”

Fenris didn’t bother looking at him from where he stood near the mast, arms folded, “You managed an entire two days on land without starting a bar fight. Truly, a remarkable achievement.”

Adrian placed a hand over his heart in mock offense. “That’s something. You could at least acknowledge the effort.”

From across the deck, Isabela’s laugh rang out, sharp and knowing. “You stole someone’s hat, Hawke.”

Adrian scoffed, turning to face her with a scandalized expression. “Alright, first of all, it was a terrible hat. I was doing them a favor.”

Fenris sighed, shaking his head, already regretting indulging this conversation. “And second?”

Adrian grinned, eyes glinting in the afternoon sun, radiating pure, unrepentant mischief. He reached up, adjusting the very same stolen hat atop his head, tilting it at a rakish angle before flashing Fenris a grin that was far too pleased with itself.

“I look amazing in it.”

Fenris turned away—quickly. But not quickly enough. Adrian caught it—the faint twitch at the corner of his mouth, the barely concealed effort to suppress a laugh. The way his shoulders tensed, the slight shift of his weight, the unnecessary nudge at a coil of rope with his foot as if it had suddenly become fascinating.

Adrian’s grin sharpened.

Victory.

"So," he drawled, eyes bright with amusement, "about that reward…"

Fenris, arms crossed, gave him a slow, measured look.

"You did not behave."

Adrian gasped, pressing a hand to his chest in mock outrage. "I absolutely did. I didn’t start a fight—"

From across the deck, Isabela’s laugh rang out. "Because I dragged you out before it became a fight."

Adrian waved a casual, dismissive hand. "Details."

Fenris sighed, "You are not a child. You should not require a reward for meeting the barest standards of civility."

Adrian gasped again—louder this time— staggering back as if mortally wounded.

"Barest standards? Barest?" He shook his head in mock disappointment. "And here I thought you were proud of me. I was heroic."

Fenris’s ears twitched—drooped, ever so slightly.

He turned to Isabela, beseeching. "Can you not order him to be quiet?"

Isabela grinned, "Oh, no. This is far too entertaining."

Fenris turned back, leveling Adrian with that flat, unimpressed stare that Adrian loved so much.

"Stealing a hat is not heroic."

Adrian grinned. "I disagree."

"You would."

"Exactly."

He could see Fenris’s patience fraying at the edges, could feel the weight of his stare—the slight, telltale twitch of his fingers.

Adrian smirked.

Then, before Fenris could prepare himself, Adrian was suddenly very close.

Not touching, but just past his personal space—a threat more than an action, an invitation more than a challenge.

"You know," Adrian murmured, voice dropping into something much too smooth to be trusted, "if I had started a bar fight, would that have been worse? Or better?"

Fenris’s ear twitched twice.

Adrian grinned.

There it was.

"If me behaving gets me nothing," Adrian continued, entirely too pleased with himself, "then really, what’s the incentive?"

Fenris turned his head, met his gaze with a slow, measured look.

Unreadable—except it wasn’t.

Not really.

Adrian felt it.

The weight of Fenris’s stare, the way his jaw flexed, the way his fingers twitched at his side like he was holding himself back.

Restless. Calculating. Debating.

Adrian’s smirk deepened. "No answer? Interesting."

Fenris shifted forward—just enough that Adrian had to shift slightly to maintain the distance.

Adrian’s pulse jumped—but he held his ground, tilted his chin up in challenge.

"You want an incentive?"

Adrian’s grin widened. "Well, when you say it like that, I really want one."

Fenris moved.

Fast—too fast.

Adrian barely had time to react before his back hit the nearest mast, Fenris’s hand bracing against the wood beside his head.

Adrian swallowed.

Alright.

So that was not the worst outcome.

Fenris leaned in, voice low, steady. "Your reward," he murmured, "is that I do not throw you overboard."

Adrian grinned. "Aw, you’d miss me too much."

Fenris hummed, gaze flicking between Adrian’s eyes and his maddeningly smug mouth. "Would I?"

"Devastatingly."

Fenris’s fingers curled slightly against the mast.

Adrian heard the movement, caught the way his weight shifted forward, the sharp, assessing gleam in his eyes.

Almost.

Just a little further—

Fenris struck.

His hand shot up—quick, smooth, effortless—and before Adrian could process what had happened, the hat was gone.

"HEY!"

Adrian blinked, momentarily thrown.

Fenris tilted his head stepping back, inspecting the hat with faint distaste, turning it over in his hands. "You were correct," he said idly. "It is a terrible hat."

Adrian lunged. "Excuse you, that’s my hat."

Fenris took another step back. "No. It is stolen."

Adrian lunged again, but Fenris twisted out of the way, expression infuriatingly impassive.

"Give it back," Adrian demanded.

"Why?"

"Because it’s mine."

Fenris arched a brow. "You said it was terrible."

"Yes, but it’s my terrible now."

Adrian lunged again, but Fenris sidestepped, still keeping the hat just out of reach.

He stilled.

Fenris watched him.

Adrian smirked.

Plan B.

Deliberately, he tilted his head and let his expression shift into something far too pleased.

Fenris’s eyes narrowed.

"Alright," Adrian drawled, slow and dangerous. "You win."

Fenris’s ear twitched.

Suspicious.

Adrian stepped forward—not lunging, not reaching, just… slowly closing the space.

Deliberate.

Casual.

Fenris didn’t move.

Didn’t back away.

Adrian took another step.

Then another.

Fenris held his ground.

Adrian stopped just close enough to barely brush against him.

Not touching—but almost.

His voice dipped, low and effortlessly smug, as he leaned in—lips grazing the barest whisper against Fenris’s ear.

"You… should probably give that back."

Then, in a move too fast to track, Adrian snatched the hat right out of Fenris’s hand and bolted.

"HA!"

Adrian sprinted across the deck, hat firmly back on his head, laughing like he’d just stolen the crown jewels instead of an objectively terrible hat.

[a-drama-addict]

not caring too much about a fandom’s favourite guy is the worst. you’ll think “oh i’ll look into the tag see if anything new and cool’s there” and it’s just that fucking guy again

[wantonglances]

god this really sucks, I'm gonna [remembers that suicide jokes are bad for my mental health] join an expedition into the Deep Roads.

[sashthesloth]

[✔️] Use custom world state

[nauti-ca]

just finished my official origins world save game….. ohhh the sillies. ohhh

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[comfortyart]

Finally finished this Fenris!

[danchoco]

2025 and still thinking about him every single day

[companionquest]

he’s a successful novelist he’s a criminal he’s the mayor he’s a father figure he’s a short king he bets on losing dogs he’s my best friend

[remiarty]

long time no post. who else is up fenris-ing their hawke (finished another da2 replay recently heres my fenhawke copium)

[joesferatu]

a quick blue wraith era fenris

[teine-mallaichte]

"the fastest way to shut me up is to kiss me." for whichever of your Hawkes.

Oh this feels like and Adrian line because seriously that man can talk! The only time he is quiet is probably when he's asleep

actually... I bet he talks in his sleep 🤔 (oh that needs to be a scene)

Anyway... let's have some post DA2 FenHawke for @dadrunkwriting

Adrian was on a roll.

Leaning casually against the railing, arms folded across his chest, mid-ramble about something ridiculous—his favorite type of ramble. It had started as an offhand comment about Orlesian fashion (a crime against all things practical, in his opinion), but had somehow spiraled into a long-winded, needlessly detailed theory on why hats with excessively large feathers were the true cause of naval instability.

“... think about it, really think about it,” Adrian gestured wildly. “You’re on deck, minding your business, and suddenly, some fancy Orlesian noble struts aboard with a hat so large it could double as a small sail. A gust of wind catches it, bam—whole ship tips, disaster, maritime catastrophe. It’s simple physics.”

"Have you informed Isabela about your theory?" Fenris asked, sounding bored. "Her new hat is far from subtle."

Adrian grasped his chest dramatically, “Bela’s hat is a statement! A bold, daring declaration of style and authority! Whereas Orlesians—” he wrinkled his nose, “—just slap a peacock on their heads and call it fashion.”

The elf exhaled sharply.

Adrian fought the grin creeping in—Fenris was cracking

“Do you actually care about hats? Or are you being intentionally irritating?”

“Rude!" Adrian gasped dramatically before continuing, "You ever wonder if the sheer weight of their fashion choices is why Orlesians act like they have sticks up their asses? Balance issues. They’re too top-heavy.”

“Adrian.”

“Oh, don’t give me that attitude,” Adrian continued, oblivious—or trying to appear oblivious—to Fenris’ rising irritation. “You have to admit, there’s merit to my theory.”

"I am not certain that you even have a theory."

Adrian grinned, undeterred. “Oh, I absolutely have a theory. A groundbreaking one, really. In fact, I should write a book. The Dangers of Overly Elaborate Headwear: A Study in Orlesian Fashion-Induced Maritime Tragedies. Maybe I can get Varric to co-write it.”

Fenris let out a slow, measured breath, fingers tightening against the railing.

“Hawke—”

Adrian beamed. Fenris only called him Hawke nowadays when he was approaching his limit. It was a warning. A warning that had stopped working years ago.

“—Stop talking.”

Adrian gasped theatrically. “You don’t appreciate my intellectual musings? My gift for thought-provoking discourse?”

Fenris gave him a look. The look. The one Adrian recognised all too well—the kind that promised consequences if he didn’t shut up.

Naturally, he ignored it.

“You know, if you really wanted me to stop talking—” he began, smirk widening, “—the fastest way to shut me up is to kiss me.”

Fenris didn’t blink. “I refuse to reward this behavior.”

Adrian gasped, pressing a hand over his heart. “Reward? I don’t know what you’re talking about. This is a tragic oversight on your part. A deep injustice, really.”

Fenris sighed. His ear twitched. Adrian smirked. He was breaking.

"Hawke—”

“No, no,” Adrian interrupted, shaking his head in mock disappointment. “I see how it is. You claim to love me, to cherish me, and yet, when presented with a simple, elegant solution to a problem you clearly wish to solve, you refuse?” He clicked his tongue, looking away. “Heartbreaking.”

Then.

Movement.

Fenris closed the distance between them in a blink, fingers twisting in Adrian’s shirt as he yanked him forward, lips crashing against his. It wasn’t gentle or patient—it was a tactician’s strike, sharp enough to silence, deep enough to leave Adrian momentarily stunned.

Heat surged between them. Adrian’s fingers gripped the railing as if to steady himself, breath caught between a gasp and a sigh. His world narrowed—the taste of Fenris, the press of his body, the undeniable triumph in the way he kissed him like he had something to prove. And yet, his fingers lingered in Adrian’s shirt just a moment too long.

Then, as quickly as it had begun, Fenris pulled back. Adrian swayed slightly, lips tingling, brain—his once perfectly functional, endlessly talkative brain—temporarily offline. He blinked, opening his mouth to speak—only for a callused hand to press against his lips, silencing him.

“Quiet,” Fenris murmured, voice low, steady, and infuriatingly smug.

[whimscicle]

All that's left is the ghost of you

[crawfish-kneecaps]

my fav party members

[k1rkwalls]

[sisifroggy]

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