Posts Tagged 'carver x merrill'

Stockroom Woes (Carver/Merrill)

flutiebear:

Holy crap, a Dragon Age ficlet from Flutie? WHAT IS THIS MADNESS?

Just playing around with these two adorable lugnuts, trying to indulge some nostalgic feels and get a sense for their voices again. A sequel, of sorts, to this, an AU college!verse in which Merrill’s a science and public policy major,Carver’s an undeclared science major, and Marian’s the physics genius who’d wise-cracked her way into a 4.0. Enjoy! 

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Unlike Marian, who’d scored a full-ride scholarship to U of Kirkwall, of course, Carver has had to bust his ass to pay for school. He keeps a couple part-time jobs: one slinging burgers at Meeran’s, another slinging lasers and spectrometers in the physics department stock room. They don’t usually give those jobs to kids outside the department, but in his interview Carver had apparently impressed the supervisor by knowing the difference between a lathe and a table saw, as if the distinction were some ancient Mayan secret, forever lost to the ages. Of course, to most of these spoiled rich kids, it probably is. But with a famous physicist for a father, Carver had seen his fair share of power tools and soldering irons, and he probably knows more about lab equipment than most of the professors. Those boneheads wouldn’t know their ass from an optical mount. No wonder Athenril hired him.

Of course it had nothing to do, nothing at all, with that one time Marian walked into Meeran’s, wrinkled her nose at Carver’s paper hat, and proceeded to blather on (and on, and on) about how for her baby brother’s sake, she might be able to pull a few strings with her department head.

Stupid Marian. Always helping, always having to be the center of the damn universe. Maker save him from his older sister’s help.

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100 Themes- #23, Fairy

orlesiantitans:

Pairing(s)- Carver/Merrill, background m!Hawke/Fenris

Word Count- 1253

Warnings- None

Summary- Carver had been attracted to her from the moment he saw her. Elves had
always been a fascination to him; rare as they were in a small town, far
away from the forests the Dalish so preferred.

A/N: Because Merrill is a literal fairy. I will stand by this assessment. Still not 100% happy with this but… it’ll do.

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Ask me about my characters and their kids!

kirkwallgirl:

I rarely see a lot of questions about our characters and their KIDS (more than one or two questions in the occasional meme) SO I made up a quick silly list of questions of my own! ^u^ Feel free to share, or add your own!

(Excuse any typos that remain – I really can’t see them no matter how many times I read through a thing, and I read this many times lmao.)

Ask me about my characters and their children! 8D

  1. How many children does your character have? How many would they ideally WANT?
  2. How did the children become a part of the family? Were they born into it? Adopted? Somehow else? Talk about the journey! 😀
  3. What kind of a parent is the character? Does their own idea match that? Do they think they are a good parent? What are some of their insecurities as a parent? How about their partner?
  4. What are the meanings behind the children’s names, if they DO have meanings? Were they named after someone?
  5. What do the children call their parents?
  6. Talk about the children! What do they look like? What are their personalities like?
  7. The children’s first words?
  8. What are some of the character’s favorite memories from their kids’ childhoods?
  9. What are some of the character’s favorite things to do with their children?
  10. What about the CHILDREN’S favorite things to do with their parents? 😀 This isn’t necessarily the same thing!
  11. What’s playtime like? What kind of games does the character tend to play with the children? Are they GOOD at it? 😀
  12. Does the character (or their partner, or BOTH) have some mutual hobbies or pastimes with the children that aren’t strictly playing? Like some crafts or sports that they share and have fun with?
  13. Does the character have any meaningful items they pass on to their children? Like an old toy, or a piece of jewelry, or some other family heirloom?
  14. What are some of the skills or things the character teaches to their children? Some family traditions, or particularly important life lessons? How about their partner?
  15. Is there a toy/book/game the character is almost as excited about as the child (or even MORE so than the child? :D)
  16. Sleep time! Talk about the sleeping arrangements and rituals of the family through the years!
  17. Talk about what happens when a child gets sick.
  18. Talk about a time when the children did or said something that was both hilarious and definitely embarrassing for the parents!
  19. Talk about a time the children scared their parents.
  20. Talk about a time the children made their parents very proud.
  21. Talk about a time when the children got into trouble!
  22. What kind of people do the children grow up to be? What do they do?
  23. Snapshot! Describe a scene or a full day from the family’s life. It could be anything from a normal daily routine, or some special day and what happened that day. ^u^
  24. Has having children changed the character? How?
  25. Wildcard! Share at least three of your favorite headcanons about the character and their children!

Placebo

rannadylin:

Rating: G
Word Count: 5732
Pairing: Carver/Merrill (and a glimpse of Fenris/F!Hawke)
Summary:
Kirkwall’s templars have been taking red lyrium. Carver Hawke knows he can’t avoid it forever, so he turns to Merrill for help.
Set as a prequel to my other Carver/Merrill story, “The Apostate’s Templar”. Also with a glimpse of Fenris/F!Hawke prior to their story in “To Remain at Your Side.”

Read it here or on: AO3 | FF.net | DA

I.

Three
times Carver started to walk away from the door. The first time he just chided
himself, “This is stupid. What’s she going to do, turn you into a frog?” and
turned to face the run-down building again, losing count of the minutes he then
spent standing there without really seeing it.

The
second time, he caught himself as he passed the vhenadahl tree, memories
flashing to life of the time she had lectured him in her lilting voice on the
tree’s significance as he walked her home one night. Lost in the sound of her,
he had heard nothing of what she said, and to this day he had no idea why the
elves made such a big deal of a single tree. He sighed, tugged his gauntlets
more firmly in place, and walked back to her door again, raising a hand to
knock.

For
a third time he was turning away, gauntleted hand falling to his side again
with the door still undisturbed, when suddenly it swung open behind him and he
looked back at the sound of her gasp.

“Oh!
Carver, it’s just you!” Merrill squeaked when she saw his face (red, he was
sure, at being caught standing there like an idiot). “I thought…well, never
mind. I’m glad you’re here.”

“You…”
he coughed, if only to get his breath back. “You are?”

“Well,
I’m certainly glad it’s you, of all templars.” She smiled; was it just his
imagination that there was a cynical edge to the smile that had never been
there when they’d been young, when she’d still had such hopes about her clan
and that mirror, before he joined the Templar Order, before…well, he supposed
recent years in Kirkwall justified a bit of cynicism. “We’ve been seeing that
armor in the alienage more often, you know,” the elf continued. “Since your
sister stepped down.”

“Oh.
Right. Maybe I shouldn’t have…I could come back later, when I’m off duty.
Leave the armor in the Gallows.”

“No,
no, it’s all right. I was just on my way to the market. Walk with me?” She
glanced sidelong at him, cradling her market basket to her chest like a
helpless kitten, her nose wrinkled in thought. “Unless…that is, if you are here on Templar business…”

He
stared back for a second before realizing what she was asking. “What? Merrill,
you can’t…you don’t think I’m here to bring you in?”

“Well,
it’s what you do now, isn’t it?”

He
took the basket from her with a huff. “What I’m going to do right now is bring you to the market.
Just…pretend the armor’s gone, okay?”

“Ooh,
that will be tricky! I haven’t seen you without it in years. I can’t hardly
even remember what you used to wear before. Or…” she tilted her head up at him.
“Did I miss something dirty again? When you say gone…”

“Merrill!”

She
giggled, a sound that did nothing to convince him she was not now imagining him
striding through the alienage in his smalls. Imagining her imagining this
brought a blush to his face that quickly progressed to a scowl, neither of
which Merrill, fortunately, could see, as she walked half a step ahead of him,
prattling in a way that left him confused but somehow comforted.

Hours
later, laden with two more baskets than they had set out with, she welcomed him
into her small home and he sank gladly to a chair she had hastened to clear of
its odds and ends. “Now then,” she said, perching on the edge of a table near
him, “it was very good of you to come along and carry everything, Carver, but I
suppose you had some other reason for turning up on my doorstep?”

His
lips thinned as he looked away from her focused gaze. “Why exactly,” he
murmured, hefting one of the bushel of cabbages they had carried home, “did we
buy so many cabbages today?”

“You
came to ask me about groceries?” she pursed her lips and took the vegetable
from him.

“Uh,
no. But seriously, are you going to eat all of those? Do you really like
cabbage that much?”

“Oh,
it’s not all for me. I was talking to Hera next door and she said cabbage soup
is good for a fever.”

He
regarded her skeptically. “Who’s got a fever, then?”

“Lots
of people. There’s been something going around, and someone’s got to look after
them, and –” She frowned as she realized the digression. “If you didn’t come
to ask about cabbages, what then, Carver?”

He
sighed and leaned forward to rest his head in his hands. “I…might need a
favor, Merrill.”

“Oh!
Of course. What can I do? If it involves cabbages, you know, we’re all set.”
She said this last with a hopeful smile, holding the cabbage out to him until
he looked up and chuckled.

“If
only it were that simple.”

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Hi!! :D for the promp: Omnium enim rerum principia parva sunt. The beginnings of all things are small. Merrill and Carver if you want :D Thanks

rannadylin:

Gladly will I write Merrill and Carver! And because I like referencing my other works continuity…or something like that…this one fits in with my other Carver x Merrill stories, The Apostate’s Templar and Placebo. The dialogue at the end is from the last chapter of The Apostate’s Templar and will make the most sense if you’ve read that story…(which is one of my favorites that I’ve written anyway, so you totally should!) And the references to Carver avoiding red lyrium are from Placebo.

Without further ado…

Principia Parva Sunt

19. Omnium
enim rerum principia parva sunt.
The beginnings of all things are small.

There is a moment when Merrill’s
heart skips a beat and she thinks, Oh. And she thinks, I love him. And, when did that happen?

It’s not that she falls in love all
at once, certainly. Looking back now it all makes sense, clouds parting to let
the sun shine on what her heart has become. Now she can see how it’s been
coming on slowly, growing over the years since she first met Carver, when his
sister came with Asha’bellanar’s amulet to Sundermount, but only now blossoming
into this rich, unspeakable, undeniable thing as they travel together from
Kirkwall, gathering refugees under their wings.

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!!!!!! 15 for carver/merrill!!!!

rannadylin:

15: Which one screams about the spider and which one
brings the spider outside?

Carver Hawke hated being compared to his elder sister. No
matter how kindly it was meant, it all sounded to him like “Why can’t you be
more like Lisbet?” Illogical as it might be, even comparisons about how much he
was like Lisbet had this effect.

So Merrill’s muffled laughter at the way he jumped when he
almost stepped on a spider in her tent was not doing much to improve his mood.
Especially not when she giggled, “Oh, Creators, you hate spiders as much as
Hawke does!”

“I do not!” Carver protested, clenching his jaw but keeping
his distance as the creature – not the giant sort they used to have to fight
through on Sundermount, granted, but big
and surprisingly hairy and way too
many legs – scuttled, practically taunting, between him and the exit. “It’s
just a bug, Merrill. It won’t hurt you.”

I wasn’t worried!”
she pointed out in glee.

“Neither was I!” he insisted, breaking himself from where he
had stood frozen, jerking forward to stomp on the thing before he could think
better of it.

“Wait!” Merrill gasped. He thought better of it, freezing
again to glance her way.

“It’s perfectly harmless,” the elf pled, spreading her hands
wide with that innocent look in her wide green eyes that he could never resist.
“Let’s just toss it back out into the forest. There are far too many mosquitoes in Ferelden anyway. Spiders
are natural predators for bugs like that, the ones that really trouble us. Let this one do its job, Carver.”

He finally nodded, but when he stayed put for too long, eyeing the spider
from a distance, Merrill flitted forward and waved a hand at it as if to shoo
it toward the tent flap. At first the spider froze, just as wary of the elf as
Carver had been of the bug. Then it slowly skittered the direction she was
encouraging it to. Then it drifted off to one side instead…and then, suddenly,
came around and headed straight for Merrill.

She shrieked, first with surprise and then with laughter as
she jumped out of its way. To his own surprise, Carver was laughing too as he
watched her dance around the spider, now managing to shoo it a few inches
towards the exit, now skipping back when it wandered too close to her again. “I
thought they were harmless?” Carver threw back at her.

“Well, as long as they’re outside hunting mosquitoes!”
Merrill huffed.

“Look, if it’s going to corner you in your own tent maybe I
should just step on –”

“No! Really, Carver, don’t.”

He sighed. “Fine, then.” And he ducked out of the tent, now
that the spider had stopped guarding the entrance. When he returned a moment
later it was still feinting back and forth with Merrill in that strange dance,
so it was with a smile that Carver finally slammed down over it the bowl that
he had grabbed from the stack by the cook-fire. With a scrap of parchment
shoved under the bowl and some awkward attempts to flip the contraption over
without flinging the spider at Merrill, soon he had the spider out in the wilds
on mosquito duty and a grateful (still laughing) elf in his arms.

“My hero!” Merrill teased. “I promise I won’t tell Hawke a
thing.”

My Stories

rannadylin:

Master list of the Hawkquisition series, to be updated when new stories are added:

Part I: To Remain at Your Side

Hawke arrives at Skyhold without her Fenris? Surely he didn’t willingly let her go off alone. So she must have left without telling him. He’s not going to be pleased when he finds out! This is what happens next, as Hawke travels to Weisshaupt, reuniting along the way with her lover, family, friends, and the Inquisition itself…

Read it at: DeviantArt  |  FF.net  |  AO3

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Part II: The Apostate’s Templar

Carver escapes the red lyrium-tainted templars of Kirkwall by escorting Merrill as she leads a ragtag group of elven refugees away from the Free Marches. In Ferelden, they uncover a source of red lyrium; the Inquisition investigates and Hawke insists on coming along.

Read it at: DeviantArt  |  FF.net  |  AO3

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Part III: Patchwork Families

Merrill’s patchwork clan has grown and they return with Hawke to Skyhold just in time for the baby to be born. Meanwhile, Skyhold is abuzz with preparations for Divine Victoria’s coronation and the Inquisitor’s wedding – but danger lurks amidst the festivities…

Read it at: DeviantArt  |  FF.net  |  AO3

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Part IV: Warriors Such As (Tumblr Masterpost)

Abstract (description may change once I write the actual story):  
Fenris was once told that even in the Imperium, warriors with markings of his sort were rare – with the implication that he is not unique. When the Inquisition learns of a group of Venatori creating warriors marked like Fenris, but with red lyrium, Hawke may have to take her turn being the one left behind while Fenris travels into danger to help the Inquisitor investigate.

Read it at: DeviantArt  |  FF.net  |  AO3  

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