I was tagged this week by @morganlefaye79 and last week by @starsandskies, @laniardraws, @ashalle-art, @rusted-pipe-of-wisdom â thanks so much! â¤ď¸Â
This week, Iâm going to share the M!Hawke/Arishok crack fic I started for my Qunari Exchange assignment and then had to abandon. Title, fic summary, and then fic snippet below đÂ
The reason Varric left out the actual duel Hawke had with the Arishok in The Tale of the Champion? Well, because no-one would believe it.
âMaraas toh ebra-shok. You alone are basalit-an,â was what Varric would later tell Seeker Cassandra Pentaghast when recalling the âtrueâ Tale of the Champion, before going on to tell her about the duel that Garrett Hawke and the Arishok had fought. But in truth, Hawkeâs âduelâ with the Arishok had looked⌠very different to Varricâs tale.
Varric certainly had the Arishokâs respect for Hawke down right â the Arishok did indeed declare Hawke basalit-an, the one human in the city he respected, the one human he had any time for. And âYou alone stand above the struggleâ was indeed what the Arishok had told Hawke in Qunlat. But the rest of it?
Any storyteller worth his salt knew damn well that when telling a story, you had to make it believable. And Varric Tethras was a storyteller worth his salt, which was why he would later write in his book (and recite to the Seeker) that Hawke defeated the Arishok in single combat. But truth was often stranger than fiction, and it was certainly the case here.
Hawkeâs one-on-one encounter with the Arishok had gone⌠very differently.
The Arishok and his men had simply left Kirkwall as soon as Isabela had returned with the Tome of Koslun â no duel had needed to take place, with the Tome returned and the Arishokâs purpose in Kirkwall finally fulfilled â and so the only âsword-fightingâ Hawke had challenged the Arishok to, was one final face-off in the Arishokâs tent in the Qunari Compound before the antaam departed for Par Vollen for good.
âShanedan, Hawke,â the Arishok rumbled, for the second time that day, as the jaunty, dark-haired human man turned up in his tent, grinning with gleaming neat white teeth through his dark beard at the sight of the huge Qunari leader. âI was expecting you.â
âYou were wise to,â Hawke replied cheerfully, settling down his weapons and closing the red door-flap for some privacy, as Qunari soldiers packed their things outside. âWell. Iâm sure you know by now what Iâm here for.â
The Arishok scowled, but gestured resignedly for Hawke to come further into his tent.
In Par Vollen, the Arishok once explained to Hawke, when his respect and trust for this odd and curious human had risen high enough, there were tamassrans who you could visit for some⌠relief, whenever you needed it. But with so long away from their homeland, with so long since the Arishok and his men had seen the familiar sights and people of Qunandar, it was understandable that they were very⌠frustrated, in more ways than one.
Hawke had looked at him keenly then. Iâm no Qunari, Hawke had said, brave and bold and fearlessly forthright as he always was, and obviously Iâm no tamassran. But these are unusual circumstances, and desperate times surely call for desperate measures. If youâre willing, Iâm willing.
Hawke was lucky. Any other bas and those words might have been their last. The Arishok, as much as he hated to admit it (it was far beneath the dignity of his position), was desperate â and Hawke could tell. An arrangement, therefore, was proposed. The Arishok, as per the Qunâs dictates, had no further interest other than sexual relief every now and again â with the tensions rising between him and Kirkwall, it did not help if he himself were tense and frustrated for his own reasons â and this suited Hawke just fine, even if none of his companions (especially Varric) seemed to approve.
But the Arishok had said no.
âYou are basalit-an; you are worthy,â the Arishok repeated with a frown, as if he was mulling it over, before finally making his decision. âMeravas. So shall it be.â
Varricâs disapproval and incredulity might well have been a factor in the dwarf later making up that an epic single-combat battle had been fought, all clashing swords and steel and honour and a fight to the death. For now, however, armour fell with a clatter and clang to the ground; underclothes followed soon after; and presently the Arishok stood naked before an equally naked Hawke, who looked the other man up and down in approval, taking in his huge, muscular grey frame, and the enormous cock between his legs.Â
I tag everyone who tagged me who hasnât done it yet, as well as: @noire-pandora, @vixiak, @dismalzelenka, @hobo-apostate, @midnightprelude, @charlatron, @ser-thirst-a-lot, @faux-fires, @vonuberwald, @storybookhawke, @hechizero-emplumado, @factorykat, @pikapeppa, @cartadwarfwithaheartofgold, @pinkfadespirit, @cleverblackcat and anyone else who wants to do this! â¤ď¸
