#jaylin hawke

[fiharri]

— lovingly tracing the other's scars for Hawke/Anders

~lordgoretash

Using Jaylin Hawke (she/her) here as usual! Thank you for the prompt.

@dadrunkwriting

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"And this one?"

"Smuggling incident. Things got dicey with the guard and they caught me in the side. Nasty." Jaylin's eyes followed as Anders' fingers ran along the darkened mark running over her midsection.

"You've lived an active life, Jay." Anders had a certain levity to his voice that Jaylin had learned to appreciate as much as any other part of her love. He took scars in stride the same way he took damage.

"You have too, o grey warden." Jaylin laughed, her unbound chest bouncing with it. Only wearing a night slip was comforting and intimate in the best sort of way. Being intimate with someone who wasn't blood family was foreign to a Hawke, but it was wonderful.

Anders chuckled, and it was a dark laugh, as he said, "My marks are all on the inside." His hand still followed the many intersecting lines on her midsection, walking over them as if they were some kind of beautiful artwork.

"My poor baby." Jaylin laughed teasingly, making a false pout with her bottom lip.

"Here I was, enjoying a lovely time with my partner, and now I am being mocked." Anders rolled his eyes dramatically and spread out a hand on Jaylin's belly, pressing and rolling his head back to really accentuate the whole moment.

"You can be such a brat." Jaylin let her eyes settle on Anders and just took in what it was to have him there, next to her. The circumstances that had contrived to bring them together.

"Says the pot to the kettle."

Jaylin leaned over and pressed her lips to Anders', savoring every sensation of the moment. "Touché."

[fiharri]

welcome to DADWC!! how about some f!Hawke x Anders (my loves) + “Can we just make a decision? Please?”

happy writing <3

-inquisimer

Thank you for the welcome! And absolutely. This will use Jaylin Hawke, mage and she/her.

This is for @dadrunkwriting!

"But would it be proper to go in armor?" Jaylin had three outfits laid out on the bed. Her armor, her nicest dress, and a dress that was halfway between formalwear and mage robes. She had been staring at them for the better part of an hour now.

Anders was there too. He had been staring at Jaylin, amazed at her ability to be indecisive.

When they were out saving the city, or deciding the fates of apostate mages, there was no question in her ability to act. But when it came to matters of the household? Or of the wardrobe?

"It would be proper to go in something," Anders finally said. "Can we just make a decision? Please?"

"I don't knoooooow." Jaylin walked over to the bed and promptly face-planted onto what little free space there was.

Anders laughed, found a place to sit at her side, and rubbed her shoulder with one hand. "It's a ball, isn't it? Wear the dress, it looks great on you."

"But won't they be expecting armor? From me given all the…adventuring stuff?"

"Or they'll expect you to dress like a fancy lady. A hot fancy lady."

Jaylin swatted up at Anders with one hand, and he dodged with ease given her lack of looking at him.

"Fine. Dress."

"Good job, love." Anders leaned down and kissed the back of her head. "You've finally done it."

"Meh meh mehmeh meh."

[alwaysyourocs]

Jaylin Hawke is the bluest Anders-romanced you'll ever met. She's best friends with everybody, will duel you and stab you unless she decides you're worth saving (then she'll smile and you'll melt into a puddle). She's a duelist-slash-assassin, so be careful of getting on her bad side. She's ultra protective and basically Team Mom™. I love her, she's my second fully completed DA2 playthrough.