#vyr hawke

[mogwaei]

I am a passionate dwarf enjoyer and Hawke kissed Varric and also they were in love and--

I can't believe I never posted the kiss, have this repost

[mogwaei]

The Missing

~

[Varric ❤ Hawke]

[mogwaei]

kees for dwarf bf

[Vyr Hawke ❤ Varric]

(little piece I did for Valentine's!)

[mogwaei]

“How many do you have, Hawke?”

~

[Vyr Hawke ➳ ♡ ➳ Varric]

[my ao3] [tip jar] [twitter - more art here!]

[mogwaei]

HIII FRIEND!! 💌🥺 I'd looove to see your Hawke AND your gray warden...!! gib info im so curious 👀💗 (no pressure, only if u feeling like it!!)

since you and @lillenta both included Hawke, I did her first!

This is Vyr "my full name is 10 years long and a drunken waltz from the Hanged Man" Hawke! She's a blood mage, enjoys crime, is a compulsive liar, and if you ask her how she lost her eye, the story changes every time. Very tall and very buff lass.

Most importantly, Vyr and Varric are desperately in LOVE but keep it a secret :3

[conclave-of-knives]

No Names

Silvermoon was a bustle of excitement with the official costume contest and all the other hallow's end festivities. Everyone was among the crowds that night, for better or worse.

“Fodder’s looking more like a child than an operative. Your doing?” The hint of humor on her lips fell flat on the rogue’s ears. It mocked him. Pinned him in place and stabbed him where it hurt. He had lost the Rushing Dragon, the Unbreakable Reed was still busy drifting to find his purpose again, Shade was obeying his mother, but it was tenuous and their seat at the council blatantly vacant until the operative was returned to her side and now… Vyr’s financial account hand been uncovered and Fodder was making… friends. With his future project nonetheless.

“His next mission will test his loyalty to the conclave and will be handled appropriately. If I have to I will remind him just because his body is that of a child, it doesn’t stop him from being a bred and grown assassin.” He looked at the lady to test her expression to his answer, but the wide brimmed shado’pan helm kept her features from him. She was small, and still. Narry a shift in even her breath changed her stance, balanced by tendrils of shadow that seemed to take up every corner of darkness near her.

Talah vanished in his frustration at the others. Lyren in particular was hitting all the right nerves and both man and boy knew it. Cooties. Of all things to get himself worked up over, but the operative felt safe in the new family. Playful. The fire mage could handle one little sleeping dart… The teen licked the tip to weaken it even, if he judged the man’s body weight right, a little on the underweight, but not unhealthily so, it would just drowse him and knock him out a matter of minutes.

Talah took aim, stepping out of the shadows just long enough for Leona to see him, to give the other man a fighting chance to shut up about the topic of kisses before the girls all talked about it being yucky and-

“Dont be weird!” Too late. Sometimes being two years older was hard.

The dart flew, aimed for the mage’s shoulder… and incinerated just shy of landing. Shit. He was seen and the bickering began anew.

“Oooh pet…” She mocked him again as they watched the boy from a distance, but this time with pity. Dangerous pity, that suggested he was on a razor thin edge as well. “Should you receive the brunt of my response to such callous failure in an operative? He is your ward…”

The opposite of the little creature, the man was tall, serious, severe; while her sadism was wrapped in a pretty bow and only a whisper in the dark like so many of the most horrifying monsters, unknown, his was front and center and worn like armor around him. “I am your response my lady… what would you like it to be?”

“Make him hurt. Make him useless at that sad little weapon. Make sure he is embarrassed by his behavior.” She paused to think if there was anything else, “Oh, and this comes from you as always. No need to tarnish my reputation.”

Talah pouted up on his shelf, but it could have been worse. Bickering over the comms was at least quieter than bickering out in the open, but it meant Flynn and Zaer might hear Lyren. He thought about climbing down and rejoining the girls, but he was just yucky wasn’t he? It was frustrating. He wanted a cigarette. A drink. Something. He made the mistake of setting his comm down next to him and hunted around his pockets when he felt the strong arms around him.

One hand went for the comm, getting out a brief “Hey!” before the thing was ripped from him and a knife was pressed against the inside of his thigh, angled dangerously.

“What are you doing messing around like that? Do you know how easily your darts can be traced when they are not properly policed? How many magisters may have seen your little antics?” Hidden was harsh in his ear and scrambling to pull the teenager into his grasp. “What are these clothes hu? Where did you get the new gear?”

“I… took it!” With permission… from Flynn’s things… but the massive adult over him, threatening him, didn't need to know that. Talah could only think about squirming free, hoping his boss didn't really mean him harm. What was one little dart anyways?

"You're fraternizing. You’re assimilating into a real life. You don't do that, you are Fodder." Hidden shoved him down the little crevice alley, only big enough for single file as he kicked out the teenager at the back of the knee to knock him to his knees. Talah never bothered crying out, but he did try to run, only he was quickly grabbed by the hair, the blade finding his throat as he was pulled back over Hidden’s thigh, exposed like a submissive pup with neck and belly bared. “What are you?”

“Fodder is fodder… Sir.”

“Good. The contact in Stormheim will be ready for you in a few days times. Are you prepared?”

Talah, finally glanced up to catch Hidden’s eye contact. Hate and loathing leaked from both their expressions before he silently shook his head, quickly following it with a retort as the knife against him pressed harder into his skin, “I’m working a con! This… adult is buying me new armor. New armor I need. I will be more-MORE…” He huffed, in near panic as the blade pushed in further.

“Effective, yes I’m sure you will be. Hurry, they are on a schedule out there and I will not have you wasting the contacts time like you do these… ‘adults’ of yours. Hold up your right hand against the wall.”

Talah… Fodder… put his hand up, nails scratching at the wall lightly as he tried to find something to grip on between the stone bricks.

Hidden covered his mouth with one gloved hand to stifle the sounds while the dagger stuck through the child’s hand and pinned him to the wall. He flexed and squirmed, but the damage was done. “Operatives do not play with their weapons.” And he was suddenly gone.

The boy quickly fell to the ground trying to bear his own weight at such an awkward angle again, the knife clattering to the ground as the meat of his palm tore through it. He curled up in pain, biting his tongue to keep from calling out. There would just be too many questions and even more punishment if he made a sound. Stay quiet. Stay still.

And Flynn had just bought him these gloves…

@batandmole @firemagicked @ryderflynn @zaerathian @velerodra

@rizzythemonk @shaded-hawke @vyr has a blog but I’ll be damned if I can remember it.