This was a prompt I came up with on my own and it was just too good to pass up on; not sure how often it will be updated as the mood has to strike me before hand.
The idea is this: Male Mage Hawke gets into a struggle with Torpor; when the deal is refused and the spell he casts goes astray, the demon curses him using his magic. Now, every time M!Hawke gets aroused, he magically finds himself turned into F!Hawke. :D
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Disclaimer: I do not own anything of DA. Sad, sad day. Mew.
Coming to the Fade had been a big mistake, Garret Hawke knew that, but he couldn't leave the boy, Feynriel; the boy was a 'Dreamer' and had powers unfathomable to most. Nothing good ever came from being in the Fade. This time was no different.
One by one Hawke's companions were betraying him; first Fenris(who the mage secretly lusted after), then Merill, and finally Isabella, leaving the mage to fend with Torpor all on his own. He couldn't blame them, most of those unprepared to face the temptations in the Fade gave in. The demons always knew exactly what to tempt you with. Torpor was currently doing his best to convince Hawke to allow him to possess Feynriel; as a demon of sloth, he was promising nothing horrible would come of his possession save that the boy would no longer exist – in a sense.
"Save your pretty lies, demon." Hawke snarled, twirling his staff to slam the end on the ground before him, his magic beginning to spark around him like an aura.
"Would you stand against me when I can give you all the power you have only dreamed of?"
"Your power comes at too high of a price, dear demon," Hawke said as he inclined his head toward him.
"He's just a boy. There are many more in Thedas. Who would miss one, single, lone boy?" The demon inquired, staring at him with those eerie unblinking eyes.
"That boy is someone's son, someone's friend; there is always someone that will miss a single person," he replied simply, sparks snapping around him more frequently as his irritation with the demon grew.
"I see." Torpor drawled.
"Your temptations are useless against me, I do not harbor desires for you to feed on."
"Is that so? Despite that you are suppressed by the Templars and are in a never-ending struggle with the non-mage types, you desire no power to free yourself?" Torpor questioned him.
Garret stopped the flow of mana from his body and froze, thinking deeply for a moment. Anders always told him of the way mages were treated in Kirkwall and in the last three years, Hawke had seen it for himself. Every day it only got worse. Could he really pass up this chance to help others of his kind that were corralled in the Circle like unwanted cattle? Suddenly he growled, his blue eyes glaring angrily at the demon as his hands tightened on the staff.
"Cease your prattle, demon. I won't fall for it!" Hawke snapped out.
Torpor stared at him for a very long moment before he sighed loudly. "It would appear we are at an impasse then, mage. I will have to fight you for the boy." The demon's eyes glinted and suddenly Hawke found himself surrounded by Rage demons. He snarled and the flow of mana around him began to swirl and then he lifted his staff only to slam it back down on the ground sending the demons flying back from him. They retaliated, throwing fire at him that the mage had to roll to dodge. He called forth a Tempest, spinning the staff like a shield before him. The sparks began, before bursting into enthusiastic bolts, snapping at each demon that dared to come at him. Jumping back Hawke drew in a breath from the tip of his staff before blowing it out in a blast of cold air. The rage demons howled in agony as cold snapped along their firey bodies.
"You won't defeat me, demon!" Hawke yelled over the commotion with a grin.
The demons came at him again as Torpor only stood back and watched. Hawke could feel the uncontrollable rage begin that always came when he dealt with demons. His heart rate kicked into overdrive and his fingers twitched. The four or five rage demons came to surround him again and with a growl of rage, Hawke lifted the staff above his head and called down fire from the heavens. The firestorm came down and briefly distracted the fire demons as he rolled between two, only to turn and snap multiple bursts of Winters Breath over each demon. They froze with unwilling howls of denial and Hawke snapped a bolt of Chain Lightning at one where it started a chain reaction, moving from one demon to the other, shattering them to slivers of ice that then slowly melted in nothing. Garret Hawke then straightened and turned to face Torpor with an angry scowl.
"It would seem I have underestimated my little mage," the sloth demon said as he floated toward Hawke.
"It would appear so," Hawke drawled. His fingers twitched and he snapped a Mind Burst at Torpor causing him to falter slightly in his course toward him.
"You are starting to irritate me, little mage."
"Good." Hawke grinned cheekily. He began to draw his mana into a deep pool inside of his body, concentrating hard.
"You'll regret this day, little mage," the demon promised him. Hawke only scoffed at him and let the mana burst from him. It shot forward, swirled around the demon, before envolping him completely in a Crushing Prison. The demon howled and as the life faded from him, Torpor gathered some of Hawke's devasting magic with the last of his strength and shot it back at the mage. Hawke cried out as it hit him square in the chest, sending him flying back into the courtyard, half unconscious. Dizziness envolped him and he faded in and out until a blurred face came into his vision.
"Are you alright?" The figure asked and Hawke recognized it as Feynriel's boyish voice. He extended a hand and allowed the Dreamer to help him up from the ground. Hawke had to steady himself, breathing in deeply a few times before the dizziness began to Fade.
"I'm fine," he ground out between grit teeth.
"I must thank-you for saving me. I didn't know I had such fearsome magic," the boy mumbled as he let Hawke stand on his own two feet. "What should I do now? The Keeper cannot help me."
Garret cracked his neck and sighed, thinking silently for a long minute. Then he tilted his head and regarded the boy with a wary expression. "Your best option here is to travel to the Tevinter Imperium. Such magic is legend among the Magisters. I know you can find help to control your powers there."
Feynriel lit up and nodded his head enthusiastically. Hawke laid his hands on the boy shoulders and looked him deep in the eyes, making sure that he would take his next words very seriously. "Listen to me, Feynriel. Most of the Magisters are secretly involved in blood magic and are cruel. Do not become like them, I implore you. Do not harbor slaves, do not resort to blood magic, and for all that is important to you, do not allow a demon possession of you."
"I understand," Feynriel nodded his head so Hawke released him and stepped back, his chest still burning from the blast of magic that had been turned on him. "I cannot tell my mother, she would try to stop me," the boy confessed.
"Don't worry, I will speak with her."
"Thank-you again." Feynriel smiled and then began to fade away. The world around Hawke became fuzzy and he then found himself waking in his own body inside the shack where the Keeper had conducted a ritual allowing him and his party into the Fade.
The Keeper helped him to his feet and nodded to his friends that all stood back, some what ashamed. "Your friends all returned before you," the Keeper explained. The silence that stretched was enough to realize that the she knew exactly why they had returned before him. "Feynriel was successfully returned then?"
"Yes," Hawke said gruffly, frowning when the pain in his chest did not fade.
"My boy is awake!" Arianni, the Dreamer's mother, exclaimed.
"Yes," Hawke said again as he crossed his arms over his chest. "However, he has chosen to travel to Tevinter to learn control over his powers, as there is no one here with the proper knowledge needed to help him."
"What? That can't be! I must go to him quickly!" The elven woman then proceeded to flee from the alienage shanty to chase after her son that Hawke knew would be long gone by the time she arrived at the Dalish camp.
"Thank-you for your help, Hawke. I knew I could count on you." The Keeper bowed her head with respect and gave him a relic that had no real material value, but was ancient and had real emotional value. He was glad to accept it and stored it away in his pocket before saying goodbye to the Keeper as she departed as well.
"Bugger! Does this mean I don't my ship?" Isabella whined from the other side of the room.
Hawke sighed and shook his head with silent laughter. "Afraid not, almighty Sea Queen." He bowed before her with a flourish and then he too left the alienage home and proceeded to return to his manor home in Hightown.
Hawke sighed as he reclined as his bed later that night in nothing but his smalls. The firelight danced around his room and cast faint light to spill over him as he relaxed. He'd spent the rest of the afternoon speaking to each of his companions about why they had betrayed him; he'd forgiven each of them without any hesitance. There was no reason to fault them for their inexperience with demons. They weren't mages. They didn't understand; except Merill of course, but something had always been off about the little blood mage since the very beginning. Her betrayel didn't surprise him in the least.
Fenris had been disgusted with himself for giving into demons. That was what he hated most about mages, how easily they gave into temptation. To think he had fallen just as easily; it sickened him to the core. He'd apologized to Hawke, but he had found himself unable to fully pay attention, his eyes focused on the warrior's lips the entire conversation.
Garret Hawke had never been with a man but he found himself undeniably attracted to the firespit of an elf that he'd recruited into his party a few years ago. Those jade eyes that drew him in like a spell, that snow white hair that made his fingers itch to run through it, those lyrium markings that etched so beautifully into his skin, his lanky, but powerful frame; every bit of the elf made the man bite his lip and inwardly groan from his desire for him. It was unnatural to feel such a thing, wasn't it?
Hawke groaned when he looked down, feeling the tightness building in his shaft as his desire made itself known. His small clothes tented and he blushed. It only lasted a second however before that powerful pain in his chest returned. He groaned in pain and rolled off the bed, finding it near impossible to breath. He tried to crawl to the door to call to Bodahn for help, but found that once he was on the floor he couldn't get up. Magical energy began to swirl around the downed mage and then envolped him in a red hue of mana, speeping into his every pore. He gasped and writhed as the evil mana crawled throughout his body. The pain burst into excruciating spasms and he curled in on himself, holding his gut as he shuddered. Before he knew, he fell unconscious but welcomed the dark embrace as it freed himself from the pain.
He awoke what he assumed was hours later. He whined as he rolled onto his back, his chest heaving. He grasped his head in a hand as he slowly pushed himself up with the other, frowning tightly. Something felt wrong. Off. He felt too…light. Climbing to his feet, he looked for the body length mirror with his blurry vision. He stumbled toward it and leaned against it, trying to see the blurry figure standing there. When his vision finally cleared, his eyes widened with confusion.
Standing there before him was not a man but instead, a woman. He couldn't deny it with those two bare tits on the slim chest and the lack of a bulge at the apex of the thighs. He was supposed to be staring at himself, right? He straightened and lowered his eyes to his chest to find himself staring at those same pair of breasts. His hand shot to his crotch, finding no male parts whatsoever.
His eyes jumped back to the mirror with horror.
What in the Maker's name happened to him?
XD Poor Hawke. I have never written a male Hawke before, but this idea popped into my head and I just couldn't get it to leave me alone.
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