Da2 companions react to the butterfly enchantment and purple Hawke enchanting something of theirs with it... Like a decoration for merrils home or isabella's bandana.
Ahhhh, thank you for this!!! I freaking love butterfly enchantment shenanigans!
Varric: That’s ridiculous and awesome and keep it away from Bianca. When he starts to see the enchantment in seemingly random places around town, he wonders if he should say something. …Nah. Even when his entire quiver of bolts for Bianca ends up with the enchantment, he lets it slide. They confuse and distract the people he’s shooting at, anyway.
Sebastian: “It’s no’… proper. It’s disrespectful!” he cries as he holds his miniature figure of Andraste, now glittering and exuding magic butterflies. If Romanced: “Love, please,” he says, holding his head and the statue while Hawke giggles.
Merrill: She thinks it’s pretty! When some of her knick knacks around her house turn up with the enchantment suddenly, she knows why. And she thanks Hawke with a hug every time! If Romanced: It. Won’t. Stop! It’s such a pretty enchantment and she really does enjoy it, but now the bed has been enchanted and that’s just awkward. And it makes it really hard to sleep since the enchantment is so bright! She begs Hawke to keep it confined to little things or out of the bedroom.
Anders: He just sighs. It’s Hawke being Hawke. They’ll settle down eventually. Probably. Or they’ll be arrested when the entire city of Kirkwall is glittering. It’s good to keep the refugees in Darktown happy, though. When some things in his clinic end up with the enchantment, he keeps them around to cheer up his patients, especially the children. If Hawke starts to go overboard, the newly enchanted things find their way into Hawke’s estate. Usually somewhere they’ll step on them. If Romanced: He shakes his head and watches Hawke terrorize the city with magical butterflies. He likes the watch the commotion even though he won’t be part of it.
Fenris: It gives him a headache. He has a hard enough time with magic without waking up to find that one of his wine bottles is suddenly glittering and covering in rainbows and butterflies. The third time it happens, the empty bottle ends up in Hawke’s bed. If Romanced: He’s much more tolerant of Hawke’s antics. Like Anders, he sits back and watches the fun, usually while drinking out of one of the enchanted wine bottles.
Isabela: That’s cute! She thinks it’s adorable and will happily get into drunken fistfights over her enchanted bandana. If Romanced: Anyone who badmouths her sparkly bandana gets punched. She likes to suggest places to put enchanted items or items to enchant. Sebastian’s Andraste statue was her idea.
Aveline: Ugh… Hasn’t she put up with enough of this? When her armor gets enchanted she confronts Hawke and tells them to stop. She knows they won’t. Still, she makes Bodahn take the enchantment off her armor. She’s Captain of the Guard, and she cannot be walking around in that! She tells Hawke not to blow up the city with it and leaves it at that. At least she can say she tried.
Bethany: She sighs heavily whenever something else turns up with the enchantment. She knows her sibling. It’ll pass. Eventually… Until then, just grin and bear it.
Carver: No. No, not happening. He gets into a shouting match with his sibling over his enchanted sword. “But it looks so much better like this, Brother!” No, no it doesn’t.
Gamlen: He sneers at it and tries to order Hawke to get rid of it, or at least keep it far away from him. He has no real power to enforce that order, of course, and every time he tries something else in his house ends up enchanted. He has to replace his front door three times.
Leandra: “Darling, please stop that. What will the neighbors think?” She tries to encourage her eldest child to stop enchanting random objects, but she knows that it’ll just have to run its course like everything else. They’ve always been this way. It’ll pass.
Asha should have known they couldn’t share a tent without being tempted. Apparently, months of pining after each other couldn’t be soothed after just one night (and one morning and one mid-afternoon quickie) together.
They had good intentions when they settled into the bedrolls they pushed together, under the blankets that are warmer when shared. Those intentions quickly disappear when Cullen drapes himself around Asha’s back, holding her tightly to his body as though afraid she will disappear in the night.
She can feel his hot breath on her neck, the hard muscles of his arms and chest against her leaner ones. He snuggles a little closer, lets out a little contented sigh, and she can feel his lips brush against her skin.
She squirms in his arms as she suppresses a shiver, presses closer, draws another sigh from him. His hand squeezes her hip to halt her movements, and she obediently falls still.
“Go to sleep,” he says, very quietly, and his lips tickle her skin again.
She squirms her hips again, more deliberately this time. “You go to sleep,” she counters, though the commanding tone she was aiming for is ruined by the way her breath catches as Cullen deliberately kisses her neck.
She whines, so he does it again, leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses across her neck and shoulder, pushing the fabric of her sleeping tunic out of the way as he does. His hand slips from her waist down to her bare stomach, then up to her breasts, free from their usual band of fabric.
She pushes back against him, now grinding with purposeful rotations of her hips, desperate to hear his breath catch too.
She doesn’t notice when it does because his teeth have sunk into the juncture of her neck and shoulder and his fingers have closed around one nipple to pinch hard the way she likes it.
“Cullen, Cullen, please.” She reaches back and grabs for his hip, tries to slip her hand between their bodies, but he refuses to budge from where he’s holding her tightly against him.
He nips at her again, his stubble rasping red marks across her tingling skin. “You have to be quiet.”
“Just touch me.” It’s a demand, not a request, and she grabs his still-wandering hand to redirect it into her smalls and between her legs.
She’s wet, but it isn’t enough. He breathes against her ear as he strokes her, coaxing more to gather as two fingers circle her clit with teasing pressure.
She moans, low and long, and pushes at her smalls, wiggling until they’re down over her hips. Cullen helps her, pushing them down until she can kick them off, losing them at the bottom of the blankets. She arches her back and hooks her leg over his hips behind her, trying to encourage him to touch her again.
He chuckles and rests his forehead against her shoulder but doesn’t return his hand. “Need something?”
She makes a noise that sounds like a growl, and he muffles his laugh in her hair. He reaches between them to unlace his sleeping trousers to free his cock, giving it a few slow strokes before grabbing her thigh to adjust their positions enough so he can press against her entrance.
She whines again, needy, and rocks her hips back. “Please, please, please…” her voice is a low murmur whispered against her pillow, a quiet begging for more, and he complies with a slow thrust that fills her utterly and pushes a louder groan from her throat.
“Shhh,” he admonishes, though his own groan is stifled in his throat, barely contained from spilling over as loudly as hers.
When she’s quiet again, he rolls his hips back and thrusts into her with a slow, smooth movement that makes her whine yet again.
He presses his lips to her ear. “Do you want the whole camp to hear you?”
She shakes her head quickly, but it doesn’t stop the next moan that spills from between her parted lips. Cullen lifts his hand to cover her mouth, a little laughter escaping him as he continues his slow, deliberate movements inside of her.
She rocks her hips back again, meeting his next thrust with equal fervor, her hand coming up to cover Cullen’s.
Holding it there.
Making his grip tighten until his fingers are digging into her skin.
She rocks back again, so he continues, holding her jaw even as her hand leaves his to skim over her stomach and reach down to her clit to stroke the little bundle of nerves with sure strokes timed against his thrusts until…
Even through his hand keeping her mouth closed, he can hear her whines growing louder, but he can’t bring himself to care as he nears his own end. He bites at the inside of his lip, trying to hold himself back, and then…
Her whole body shakes, a high whine leaving her throat as her back bows and tenses, and then her cunt is milking his cock as he follows her over the edge.
He’s silent, just breathing a gasp into her dark hair, but she whines again as he withdraws from her.
He lets his hand drop, suddenly ashamed of the rough way he handled her and worried for the bruises that might mar her jaw in the morning.
He buries his face in her hair, and it takes her a moment to catch her breath to answer.
“I didn’t hurt you?” His voice is muffled, but she can hear him clearly.
“Um…” she hesitates, then pulls away from his embrace to roll over to face him. She cups his cheek in one hand, thumb stroking over his stubble. “I liked it.”
Cullen’s eyebrows wrinkle, confusion clear.
Asha smiles slightly and tries again. “Cullen, sometimes the pain feels good. I wanted you to. I asked you to. I would have said if I didn’t like it.”
He blinks at her, and she leans forward to press a light kiss to his lips. “I… it’s okay, Cullen. Trust me?”
Hawke: i mean, you could. a lot of people want to fight Hawke. whether you should though is… debatable. Varric said it himself, messing with Hawke is suicide. so, you could fight Hawke, but you probably won’t win.
Leandra: what is wrong with you.
Carver: you could fight Carver. well, actually, Carver will probably want to fight you. he would probably win, though.
Bethany: why the fuck would you want to fight Bethany she has done nothing wrong.
Gamlen: please fight Gamlen.
Varric: i don’t know why you would want to fight Varric, i mean, he’s been through a lot of shit. but you definitely could. either way, if you win or not, he’ll tell the people in the tavern a story about you. if you scratch Bianca though….
Bartrand: fuckign do it fight Bartrand who cares if you win or not just punch him in his fuckign face.
Anders: i mean, i personally wouldn’t fight Anders because Justice will probably get involved. well, i wouldn’t fight Anders in general. but you could, if you wanted to. you might win with the right strategies, but if you do, you have to probably fight Hawke then. Fenris would want you to fight Anders though.
Justice: don’t do it.
Fenris: Fenris can stick his hand in your chest and pull out your heart do you really think it’s a good idea to fight him?
Aveline: you should not fight Aveline. she will win. and if she doesn’t, you have the entire Guard as your enemy. do you really want that.
Isabela: i mean. she’s a duelist. she will probably win if you fight her. but, if you feel obligated to, go ahead. but you saw what happened to those guys in the Hanged Man. you can try, but you won’t succeed.
Merrill: Anders and Fenris would tell you to fight Merrill in a heartbeat. and you could fight Merrill, but you probably shouldn’t. she tries her best to make things right and good and just wants to preserve her culture.
The Arishok: he’s actually gonna be the one fighting you. have fun with that.
First Enchanter Orsino: i mean, you will probably end up fighting Orsino. but i personally would not initially want to fight Orsino. like, he’s first enchanter. the guy’s pretty damn powerful. he killed those Qunari outside the Viscount’s Keep with ease. your call.
Knight-Commander Meredith: everyone wants you to fight Meredith. the mages do, the templars do, your fucking dog probably wants you to fight Meredith. you want to fight Meredith.
(i tried okay i never had sebastian in my game so someone else can do that omg)
“I get to see Carver again. And your father. But you’ll be here alone.”
so we’re not this far in Accursed Ones, but the Hawke portion of this reply by thethirdamell got me thinking of how much of a comfort Dog would be to Hawke after Leandra dies because he’ll be the only one of Hawke’s family left with him :’)
i’ve been laughing at this for ten centuries. i just really like the thought of them both uneasily and desperately trying to avert their eyes from Gamlen as he says this, just to ease off the embarrassment they feel for him
Alright so real talk right now, Gamlen. He’s vile and rude but he’s pretty good to the Hawke family. He puts his neck on the line to get them into the city, he houses them for more than a year, all the while paying for all of their needs (Since Hawke and their sibling have more or less been slaves to Meeran/Athenril for the year and Leandra can’t possibly lift a finger to help).
Leandra ran off and probably was never going to come back, so why WOULD he set something aside for her? She dumped him and the Amell family like they were hot. Like yeah Gamlen hasn’t been responsible with his money but hell he didn’t know he was going to be providing for himself AND his sister and her children and dog.
I just hate that he’s not appreciated more. He’s got a shitty personality but he’s as good as he possibly can be to his family, and gets no credit for it. I think it’s tragic.
I stand by that Bodahn is the best familial figure that hawke has ok. May all parents conduct themselves less like gamlen “so which one of you’s the girl” amell and more like bodahn, dwarf dad of my heart, amen