#anders: [wiping away proud tear] you’re just like your father

[vigilskeep]

... one has to wonder if Reaver teeth can possibly be hereditary, especially in the case of Nevvaran Royals, where it's tradition. (If it is, I can only imagine it's recessive)

Teething must be a bitch for Reaver baby.

it depends how you envision them! there’s also the take for example in the redemption live action web series that the sharp teeth only “come out” when you do the equivalent of activating the frightening appearance ability. personally i wouldn’t imagine it being hereditary... similar to how you wouldn’t expect a templar’s kid to start smiting people left and right. becoming a reaver is something you do to yourself not something you’re born as. but idk you could imagine that becoming more dragony fucks up your genes if you wanted! i’m very up for the pentaghasts being Some Type Of Way. let cass have teef

personally i just like to draw my reaver boy with little vampire fangs all the time bc i think they are very important and cute. thats all there is to it. oh also that i like the idea of elves with pointy canines so all my hawkes + the twins could have a little sharpness anyway on account of their elf bloodedness. okay might add that to my worldview bc i just thought abt carver and bethy with teef and it’s doing a lot for me

[amarabliss]

Galahdian Dreams - 16 (Nyx Ulric/Reader)

Synopsis: Your father was the king of Insomnia. He was good and just. You never thought you’d meet anyone like him after he was taken from the world. Your Uncle Regis, has taken the throne and followed through on your father’s plans. It was good to see the city in capable hands.

Enter Nyx Ulric, refugee, Glaive, fighter…how is it he can see all your secrets? He knows how to set you off and he’s promised to not let you go…(AU for sure, Regis wasn’t supposed to take the throne, and our lovely Nyx has more of a past then we thought…)

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six Part Seven Part Eight Part Nine Part Ten Part Eleven  Part Twelve  Part Thirteen  Part Fourteen  Part Fifteen

Nyx looked at his reflection in the Citadel window. It had been a long time since he’d worn anything traditional. It felt odd, and yet comforting. When he spoke to Doris about seeing if someone had something for him to borrow, she smiled at him and made a call.

He was always amazed at his people. Every single one of them respected his decision to remain hidden away from Insomnia’s political stage. Yet, at the drop of the hat…they pulled out the works to make him presentable. Doris may have only been the cook for the royal family, but she knew the tailors, the farmers, and everything else.

So, when Lila’s mother Analise came forward with a beautifully embroidered ­achkan jacket it wasn’t entirely a surprise. However, the detailing in it nearly brought him to tears. He could tell they had been working on this for a long time.

“I will wear this proudly.” He told her tracing over the breast area where his family crest was.

“It was our honor to make it for you.” Analise bowed her head, little Lila quickly following suit to match her elders around her, “We hope it brings you wisdom…it was your mother’s intention to have this be your coronation garb.”

“You…you kept it this entire time?” Nyx looked at as she nodded before looking at all of them, “All of you…you didn’t need to do this…there are more important things…”

“Of course, we did.” Doris stepped over to him touching his arm gently with a smile as she looked at everyone else, “For hearth and home child…when home is no longer a building over your head…it’s in those around you. It’s in the traditions you carry forward. I know Selena at least taught you that…”

His mother did, and he was happy to be reminded of it. The last few months he’d forgotten it…the last few weeks he’d been reminded of how much he needed to hold onto it. So, in his time away from guarding a former princess he’d been working on a strategy to change everything.

You had helped him with so much and his people were better for it. Still it wasn’t enough to change everything. It was time for him to come forward…and so he waited to be summoned. Drautos had set up an appointment with King Regis under the guise of needing to speak about some change in leadership in the Refugee Ward. Not entirely a lie…

His head lifted when heard footsteps approaching him in the hall. His eyes widened slightly before he bowed, “Your grace…”

“Please…” The soft frail voice of Lady…no…Queen Lunafreya spoke over him, “be at ease. It isn’t necessary…I’m a person of the people…”

“Of course.” He straightened up looking at her. Still wearing her mourning band, he frowned a little, “Let me express how sorry I am for your loss…losing your parents…it’s not easy.”

She looked up at him a little surprised, “Thank you…you’re one of the few people I believe when they say that.”

“I know the feeling personally.” He smiled sadly taking in a deep breath, “It’s a gap that takes a long time to fill again.”

“But it does…fill again?” She asked him quietly.

He looked out the window and gave a small smile when he saw you entering the green house below. Your image was distorted by the windows, but he could tell you were filling up your watering cans about to make your rounds, “Yes…yes it does.”

“Forgive me. I’ve become rude in my grief…” Luna smiled at him a little as she looked out the window before looking back to him, “I recognize you. You were Y/N’s guard the last time I was here…but I don’t know your name.”

“Nyx Ulric, your majesty.” He bowed slightly again before looking at her, “And I am still her personal guard.”

“Looking from afar today?” She smirked as he blushed, “Or something else?”

“Something else. I’ve just returned from the front a few weeks ago…I have an appointment with the king.” Nyx told her quietly.

“I see.” She nodded slowly, “I’m glad to hear he’s still receiving people.”

Nyx could hear an underlying tone of distress, “Ma’am, is everything alright?”

The sharp intake of breath was clearly visible as she attempted to relax her shoulders, “It’s hard to sit by when your country is on fire. As Oracle…I’m supposed to represent peace and help anyone…no matter what…but as Queen of Tenebrae…I desire see results and my home restored to order and it just feels like I am the only one worried about it…”

“Not taking your calls?” He smirked a little trying to lighten the mood a little. It worked, she laughed a little, “Listen…I am the last person who should be saying anything…but in King Regis’ defense, this last year he’s become king, taken over a world he was only supposed to have a hand in. He’s doing the best he can with what he was trained for, which is to council people, not lead. Just give him a little time.”

“But he can see a solider immediately?” She snapped back before grimacing, “I’m sorry, that’s not fair…”

“It’s alright. You’re angry, you should be. I appreciate that you at least recognize that it’s not my fault.” He smiled a little before he saw Drautos behind her beckoning for him to follow him, “You’ll have to excuse me…”

“Of course, good luck.” Luna hugged herself as he stepped around her.

Nyx paused before holding up a finger to Drautos and turning around to the retreating queen, “Your majesty…”

She turned to him as he bowed again before standing straight and proud, “Yes?”

“I just want you to know…when I am able…I will give you whatever aide I can.” Nyx watched her eyes widen with confusion before they began to brim with tears, “I promise.”

He bowed once more leaving her in the hall approaching Drautos who was giving him a quizzical look, “What was that about?”

“Hopefully forming a bridge for the future.” Nyx told him as they turned the corner walking straight for the king’s office.

“So, you’re serious about this…” Drautos stopped in hall as Nyx passed him, “You’re going to expose yourself to Regis?”

Nyx stopped and looked at him before nodding, “I am. It’s time. We need a real voice. Y/N has done so much, but it’s time to stop sitting by and only scraping by. If we’re going to fight the wars for Lucis…then we need feel safe here. We need the same rights.”

Drautos cleared his throat before wiping a hand over his face, “As you command sir…”

“Aww…buddy…” Nyx smirked stepping toward him, “Never thought I’d grow up, did you?”

“Don’t ruin this…” He growled at him as he began walking again. He slowed just before the door as he spoke slowly, “I never doubted you, Nyx. You have so much of your father in you, there was no way you’d not become the man we all know you are. I’m just happy to see you embracing it.”

Nyx stared at him for a moment before looking away licking his lips, “I miss him…and mom…and Lena…”

Drautos frowned reaching over to touch his arm firmly, “You are making them proud. I know it doesn’t feel like it matters…and it doesn’t stop the ache…but you are.”

Nyx nodded clearing his throat before adjusting his clothes, “How do I look?”

“Like a king.” Drautos smiled before knocking on the door. They both heard Regis on the other side calling them to entering. Drautos took the lead, “Thank you for seeing us today your majesty.”

“Of course. My niece put a lot of effort in solidifying your people here…” Regis spoke as he finished some paperwork not looking up as Drautos shut the door, “it would be negligent of me not see her hard work remain.”

“I’m happy to hear you say that.” Nyx spoke watching Regis’ hand stop. Slowly his eyes rose to meet Nyx’s, “I want the same thing.”

“Ulric…” Regis stared at him for a moment longer before returning to the paperwork. He finished the last sentence before setting his pen down, “Your leave isn’t up yet and you’re already looking to add additional duties to your roster?”

“It’s a bit more complicated than that, sir. May I sit?” Nyx waved his hand to the chair in front of the desk.

“Of course.” Regis smiled at him as he leaned back waiting. After a moment he took a deep breath, “I’m feeling a bit of uneasiness in here…”

“Titus…” Nyx took in a breath, “Could you give us a moment?”

“Yes sir, of course.” Nyx looked back at Regis seeing his eyes narrow as Drautos excused himself.

“Hm…” Regis titled his head a little, “I sense that this is a heavier conversation then just helping to manage your people’s affairs.”

“Not really…” Nyx looked down smiling a little, “Sorry…Uh…I’m a bit out of practice…Uh…I need to apologize to you, to start.”

Regis’ eyes widened slightly before he nodded slowly, “Go on…”

“I…came here from Galahd…and became a soldier. Someone who could just blend into the crowd and fade away in a busy metropolis.” Nyx raised his eyes looking at him feeling his chest tighten with nerves, “But I’m not a soldier…I-I’m uh a leader…”

Regis let out a soft sigh letting his shoulders slump a little before he stood up moving around the desk taking a seat in the empty chair next to Nyx. Before he spoke, he reached over touching Nyx’s shoulder gently, “I know exactly who you are, Nyx Ulric.”

Nyx felt his eyes widen as he stared into Regis’ eyes, “No…I don’t think you do.”

Regis smiled as he spoke softly with a great deal of care, “You have your mother’s eyes…but I think she was right…your carry yourself differently. She said it was like your father, Anders. She had the most loving and heartbreaking look on her face as we watched walk toward the city with your guards.”

“You…you met my mother?” Nyx felt everything he had been preparing for just shatter around him.

“I did.” Regis moved his hand taking a deep breath, “I couldn’t let my brother head to a sovereign nation by himself, could I?”

“No…I…suppose not…” Nyx looked away from him shaking his head, “Why didn’t you say anything?”

Regis shut his eyes hanging his head, “Six months before you walked into my city…I had lost my brother and his wife. Two beautiful souls taken from us too soon, and I was left to care for my niece. She was broken and her recovery would take long time.”

“Then I saw you come before me. Kneeling to pledge you service to my kingdom…also broken…having lost not just your country…but your family. I could relate in your pain a little. I could understand wanting anonymity. People need time to grieve and heal…perhaps that’s what you were doing…” Regis looked at him with a pained expression, “If it was your intention to keep yourself safe, I didn’t want to expose you. Or if it was your intention to leave your city behind…who was I to stop you?”

“So instead I made sure to keep an eye on you myself. It was the least I could do to honor your mother…” Regis sighed a little, “Now I feel it’s my turn to apologize. I’m so sorry I didn’t see how the orders were handed out…”

Nyx swallowed before he nodded, “That’s why I’m coming forward…that can’t happen again. We can’t keep living like we’re second class citizens…worse…like we’re nothing but cannon fodder…”

Regis sighed again putting his hands over his face before lacing his fingers together looking at Nyx, “I wish to grant you everything…I do…”

Nyx frowned seeing the conflict racing in Regis’ eyes, “But?”

“There are reasons why I cannot move…I am trying to set everything right but doing so puts Y/N at great risk…” Regis frowned staring at him, “She’s not ready for what I have planned.”

Nyx felt his fists clenched, “Part of your plan marrying her off to the Prince of Tenebrae?”

“I assure you that is not happening…” Regis leaned back exasperated, “No, it was suggested…I have no intention of making her marry anyone she doesn’t choose, but as I said…plans are in motion…that is…a ruse I’m using to busy a few parties.”

“You should have told her that. She’s…”

“I know.” Regis frowned as he spoke firmly, “But I need her anger to be real…I need everyone to be distracted by the prospect of her getting out of the way.”

Then it dawned on him what Regis was doing as he sat back in the chair. He was trying to put you back on the throne, “What do you need from me?”

Regis stood up moving back behind his desk, “Well your majesty…I need you to play along…let’s discuss how we’re going to help one another.”

A few hours later he was walking with his arms behind his back a pensive look on his face. He wasn’t expecting today to go how it did, and yet…there was a plan made and he knew more than before…much more.

He stepped up to your new office knocking on the door and waited. He smiled when heard your voice calling to enter. Cracking the door, he stuck his head in only, “Can I steal you away?”

You looked up face brightening with a smile when he entered, “Nyx! What are you doing here?”

“I had some business to take care of…thought I’d drop in.” He shut the door behind himself as you stood up, “That okay?”

“Of course…” You walked over to him looking him up and down making him smirk a little, “You look…”

“Good, right?” He spoke confidently tugging at his jacket.

“Very.” You stopped in front of him smiling as your eyes twinkled.

He chuckled a little feeling his ears get hot, “Yeah…uh…”

“Bashful?” You asked him sliding your arms around his waist which surprised him. You used to be very reserved before he left. Had distance made the heart grow fonder?

“Uh…maybe a little. Used of just being a grunt.” He smiled before holding you in his arms, “How much longer do you have to work?”

“I’m not working on anything important…really I’ve been trying to avoid councilmembers all day…” You sighed a little, “They’re not letting up…”

Nyx nodded slowly wishing he could tell you everything was eventually going to work out fine. That the marriage proposal was all a lie, “…then…let’s get out of here…”

You tilted your head a little, “I can’t just leave, and you know that…”

“Yes, I do.” He smiled a little before nudging your nose with his, “But I’m pretty Titus will do anything for me today. So…grab a coat…walk me home.”

“How can I refuse a well-dressed man?” You giggled walking back around your desk, “What were you doing here anyway? What business couldn’t wait until next week?”

“Hm…let’s talk about that later.” He smiled at you raising his hands up when you looked worried, “Don’t worry, everything is fine. Better then fine.”

“If you say so…” You locked everything up checking it twice before grabbing your coat and a hat that he recognized as his, but that wasn’t what bothered him.

“Everything alright?” He asked as you walked back to him, “That’s a lot of locked drawers.”

“Uh…been a bit paranoid lately…I just…” You looked at your desk as put pulled on the jacket, “I’ve felt as if things have been moved lately…I just want to be sure nothing goes missing.”

“I can have the crew come through and set up some security.” He frowned looking around the room already seeing were the cameras could be installed.

“I can’t do that…Some things are so sensitive I can’t risk it.” You smiled at him tugging on the hat, “I appreciate you trying though.”

“Just let me know if I can do something. I’m here to make your life easier and safer.” He opened the door for you.

“You know I will.” You stepped out and he led you through the halls as you chit chatted with one another.

“Y/N…” He watched your hair practically stand on end as you both rounded a corner hearing the familiar tones of a foreign prince, “You said you were busy…”

“I am.” You kept walking as Nyx glanced back looking at Ravus. He felt his jaw clench as he turned away.

“Doing what? We need to discuss…”

“I’m sorry I’m busy…I’m needed outside the Citadel.” You kept going as he approached you both from behind him, “Another time.”

“Y/N!” Ravus reached forward to grab you but was intercepted by a firm grip crushing his wrist. He glared at Nyx as he was forced back.

“Do not…lay a hand on her, without her permission.” Nyx practically growled at him his eyes holding an icy glare.

“You will lose your job for this…” Ravus spat at him, “I’ll make sure of it.”

Nyx shrugged letting him go watching his rub his wrist like a wounded dog, “I’m not on the clock…Ma’am, we need to go, or we’ll be late…”

You looked up at him as he ushered you into the stairwell that would lead them out only hearing Ravus throwing a mild tantrum. Neither of you spoke as he ushered them out past the guards walking toward the street. He pulled out his phone tell Drautos what was going on and left it that.

You both remained silent as they walked through the city. He felt miles apart from you, despite being right next to you. He hated that you both had to keep your distance still…right now more then ever he wanted to comfort you and be comforted…

“Nyx…” He was brought out of his thoughts as you whispered to him reaching out squeezing his hand, “what was that back there?”

He swallowed before he forced a smile taking his hand away, “It’s…I just didn’t…He shouldn’t have tried to grab you…”

“And we knew that was a problem already…you didn’t need to almost break his wrist, that could have gotten you into a lot of trouble.” You chided him making a face that for some reason frustrated him, “Nyx, what’s really going?”

“I don’t…I don’t wanna talk about this right now…” He started walking again.

You followed behind him as he started undoing his jacket. Today was just beginning to be too much. He wasn’t sure if he could keep things from you, and now everything was beginning to boil up. He was losing control…

“Nyx!” You reached out grabbing his arm getting him to look at you.

“Nothing’s is…” He started to say shutting his eyes.

“Something is! So, what is it?” You sniped back quickly as worried filled your delicate eyes, “Nyx…this isn’t…”

“I want to marry you!” He shouted throwing his hands out getting you to stop as he went on, “I want to marry you…not him…and I want to hold you in front of everyone and I want to kiss you whenever I want!”

He let out a heavy sigh turning from you for a moment feeling embarrassment rise to his cheeks before he turned back speaking softly, “I want…you…I want to grow old with you, have kids, the whole thing…and seeing him just push around like a thing and not a person…”

He looked down to his feet and kept his gaze down until you spoke. Your voice was crystal clear, “Okay…yes.”

His eyes snapped up meeting your face. Your smile was shining brightly in your eyes. He cleared his throat, “I…I wasn’t actually…asking…”

“Okay…” You smirked a little as you walked past him, “Guess now you know the answer when you do.”

How you continued to surprise him was truly incredible, and he loved it…He loved you...and yet he hadn’t told you yet. He should fix that.

He took a few long strides to catch up to you. Glancing over he could see the rose color on your cheeks as you smiled. He smiled looking forward, “I love you.”

He looked back when you looked at him. He didn’t think your smile could get bigger…he was glad to be proven wrong, “I love you too, Nyx.”

There it was. A promise. A deal sealed to always return home at night. To make it back from every trip. Loving you was simply like coming home…and like any good Galahdian…he’d do anything for hearth and home.

[lesetoilesfous]

"Inappropriate location" from the NSFW prompts for Handers for the DADWC?

Oh now see this is incredibly fun. Thank you so much for the prompt! 

(If you’d like me to write you a da2 fic, send me a prompt from here!)

@dadrunkwriting

Pairing: M!Handers

Characters: Garrett Hawke, Anders

Tags: set at a vague point after da2, AU, Anders is incorrigible, past Karl/Anders

Rating: Mature

*

“This is a terrible idea. And considering the fact that I’m the one saying that, there’s a strong chance the sky will fall, imminently.” Anders sniggers, and Hawke gives him an unimpressed glare, even as he allows himself to be tugged into some poor absent Senior Enchanter’s bedroom. 

“Come on Garrett. For me?” Anders bats his eyelashes and looks like a man nearly fifteen years his junior, coquettish and proud. Hawke rolls his eyes and double checks the lock on the door, mostly as an excuse to hide his blush from the mage who insists on making him feel like a teenager. 

A wave of power brushes against his arm, shimmering in the air for a moment before a Glyph of Repulsion glimmers over the wood. Hawke turns back to his lover, raising an eyebrow. “Won’t they know how to dispel that?” 

Anders shrugs, stepping closer and walking his fingers up Hawke’s armour. “I guess it depends on how efficient you are. Besides, I like to think only the Senior Enchanters could break my Glyphs. And they’re not here right now.”

“As far as we know,” Hawke warns, without much feeling. It had been...a while, since Anders had looked at him as playfully as he’s looking now. Ever since Kirkwall - sometimes Hawke got the impression that Anders was a dying flame, and he was the poor fool cradling his embers, trying desperately to keep them burning. Some days, it felt like that light could be snuffed out with a word. Right now though? Now he’s like the sun, bright and burning and full of life. Hawke wants him to stay this way forever, and be the happy, fierce, powerful man he’d fallen in love with.

Hawke has known enough of grief to know that won’t happen. But he wants to live in this daydream for a little while longer. Sighing, he lifts his hand to Anders’ cheek. Anders nuzzles into his touch, eyes fluttering shut. “Why did you want to come back here, anyway?”

A faint frown creases Anders’ freckled brow. He opens his eyes, and they’re yellow as a cat’s and just as indignant. “Are you going to bed me or not?”

Hawke shrugs, and doesn’t fight the playful grin pulling at his lips. “I’m thinking about it.” Anders scowls, but he doesn’t move away from Hawke’s touch, and Hawke gently runs his hand through his lover’s hair. It’s gotten long, in the last few months. He wonders whether Anders will cut it. “Tell me.”

Anders looks away from him now, long fingers tapping his thigh. The late afternoon sun falls into the room from high, narrow windows - too small to crawl through, though Hawke has no doubt Anders had attempted it. “Think of it as laying my demons to rest.” Hawke makes no effort to hide his feelings about that choice of words, and Anders snorts. “Figuratively speaking.” He looks around them, at the small, cramped room. “There was a time when this seemed like the height of luxury. Your own space. A soft bed. A door you could lock.” He gestures at the armoire and the desk beside it. “A place for your own things. Your own things! I couldn’t even imagine what I wanted to own.”

Hawke thinks about the wide, sparse dormitories in which the apprentices had been kept on the floors below them. “It’s...hard to imagine what it must have been like.” He admits, softly. Anders gives him a gentle, tired smile, and shrugs.

“We all have our own battles.” Hawke nods. He’d spoken more than once to his lover about what it had been like to grow up on the run, with an apostate for a father and then one for a baby sister. It wasn’t about who had it worse. But still - the idea of Anders living here chafes at something in his chest. He tries to imagine Anders small, and quiet, and scared, flinching from the templars that had once haunted this place. Hawke doesn’t like the image it presents.

In the present, Anders sighs and tugs a hand up and back through his hair, swallowing. “Karl would have lived here. Not in this room specifically. Well.” Anders frowns. “Probably not. But somewhere like this. I used to joke with him about the favours I’d trade to get a room next to his.” Anders’ mouth curls into a sad, bitter smile. “He never really approved of those jokes.” Anders folds his arms around his chest. He’s still not looking at Garrett. Behind them, the bed is dusty and abandoned, like the rest of Kinloch Hold. As it has been for months.

Hawke steps forward and gently rests his hands on Anders’ shoulders, waiting until his lover looks at him before lifting a hand to brush his knuckles against his cheek and tuck a strand of red gold hair behind his ear. “Is that why we’re here? For Karl?” He speaks very quietly. The words are swallowed by the silence of the empty tower.

Anders shrugs, stiff and awkward. He doesn’t move away. “I don’t know. I had a life here. So much - so much of what I’ve done has been informed by what happened here. What happened to me here. What I learned, what I was taught, what I survived.” Anders swallows. Hawke’s hand tightens around his shoulder. Anders looks up at him, and his nose is brushed with sun-browned freckles. His golden eyes are bright. “I thought I’d find answers. Or guidance. But now I’m here I just feel haunted by the person I used to be, by what they did.” Anders voice breaks, and Hawke pulls him into his arms. It’s not so much a conscious decision as it is a sudden, violent need to keep him safe and hold him, where no one can ever make him sound like that again. Hawke presses a kiss to Anders’ head, and Anders chuckles, a little damply against his chest. “You’re such a softie.”

Hawke hums, and presses another kiss to his lover’s forehead, gently lifting his chin with crooked fingers. “When it comes to you? Absolutely.” Anders laughs again, and looks away, but blood rushes pink and lovely to his freckled cheeks. Hawke dips his head to kiss the warm skin. When he pulls back, he catches Anders’ tears with his thumb, gently wiping them away from under his eyes. “So what do you want to do now?”

Anders smirks a little, rubbing his eyes and clearing his throat. “I want to take it back. When I lived here it was on their terms, under their rules. I was a different person. I was so scared, all the time. But I’m not scared of them any more.” He glances up at Hawke, and smiles shyly, tanglling their fingers together. “I’ve got you.”

Hawke squeezes Anders’ hand, and lets go of his shoulder to scratch his beard. It really needs a trim. He looks, doubtfully, at the dusty bed in the middle of the room. The room smells like old blood and magic. He already knows he’s going to agree. Anders watches him hopefully, and Hawke draws it out, waiting until realisation glitters in Anders’ eyes. Then he grins. “You know, I always wanted to see what these Circle beds were like.” 

Anders laughs, and catches Hawke’s face in his hands, pulling him down for a quick fierce kiss that melts into something deeper as Hawke wraps his arms around his lover’s waist. Anders is warm and solid in his embrace, and for a moment Hawke imagines holding him here forever, where he knows he will be safe. After a long time - and not nearly long enough, Anders pulls back, long fingers tracing the shell of Hawke’s ear. He grins at him, in the space where their foreheads and noses are touching. “Honestly, they’re the worst.”