#rafhansa

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Kissing prompt: Raf grabs Nansa’s face and says “please - please” before devouring Nansa’s mouth without waiting for a response.

Raf all but stumbled into the room, bottle dangling from his hand, and searched blearily for his quarry.

There.

Nansa was sitting on the bed, Mella in his lap, laughing with Sethi about something, something, why were they laughing? There was nothing worth laughing at, not now.

Raf took two clumsy steps forward into the room, and the laugher died. “Raf?” Nansa quickly set Mella on the ground and hurried to Raf, catching him before he could trip and fall. “Raf, what’s wrong? You’re drunk?”

The bottle fell to the ground and (thankfully, the tiny sober part of Raf’s mind noted) did not shatter as Raf took Nansa’s face in urgent, graceless hands. “Please--please--” were all the words he could form before he pulled Nansa close and smashed their mouths together, inelegant, desperate, and begging.

Their lips slipped apart a few seconds later, and Nansa wrapped his arms around Raf as Raf started to sob. Nansa looked up at Sethi and whispered, “Sorry,” as she quietly took Mella’s hand.

“Take care of him, she replied as she led her daughter out of the room.

Nansa stroked Raf’s back, gently leading him to the bed as Raf cried and cried. Finally, as sobs began to subside into sniffles, Nansa murmured, “Did you lose someone?”

Nansa didn’t see Raf’s nod so much as feel it against his chest. “Who was it?” he asked, gentle, gentle with his sweet, sad man.

“Rhion,” Raf whispered. “I thought he was rallying yesterday, and then today he just...slipped away.”

“He was called to the next place,” Nansa murmured. “Someone else thought they could use his scouting abilities better than we could while he was lying in the infirmary.” Even as he said it, a pang went through him. Rhion had been in that original squad with him and Han, had been trapped in that cave with Nansa and what was left of them after LaBrun was killed, had looked to Nansa for instructions and stood by him when others challenged. “I’m sorry, Raf. I’m sorry.”

Nansa laid them down, tucking himself around Raf as if to protect him, and whispered, “I love you, Raf,” even as he said a silent, wordless prayer to Falon’Din to find Rhion and take him onward.

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and 159 because I feel bad for being mean.

"Didn’t you read the sign?”

“What sign?” Raf asked, bewildered.

“The sign Nansa and I put up for you! With when you’re working this week.” Han pointed at the piece of parchment nailed to the back of the bedroom door. “You’re not scheduled today; you don’t have to go to the infirmary!”

“I just want to check some things,” Raf protested.

A large pair of hands picked him up from behind. “Oh, no, you don’t,” Nansa warned, turning around to set Raf down facing away from the door to their room. “Let the other healers cover it today, okay? You rest. Can’t have you shutting down on us again, okay?”

Raf turned to snap at Nansa, but stopped when he saw those honest blue eyes pleading at him. “All right,” he sighed. “I’ll stay here. For a while, at least.” He hugged Nansa and held out an arm for Han. “Can’t disappoint my boys, after all.”

@solitarysmith​ once again for the workaholic boy

nearly 200 prompts

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One for Han and Re? :D or Rafhansas, if you'd rather!

how bout both

for my favoritest identical elf twins in the world the Inquisitor and his shadow:

The Sound of Silence - Disturbed

Glory and Gore - Lorde

Love Like You - Rebecca Sugar

Stand By Me - Florence + The Machine

for the trio of so many universes and one beautiful love:

Grace Before Sleep - Susan LaBarr

Mo Ghille Mear - UCD Choral Singers

I Would Do Anything For You - Foster the People

Amazing - Louden Swain

send me a character/ship/whatever, and i’ll put together a 3-5 song playlist for them/it/whatever

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“Among the monsters, I am well hidden; who looks for a leaf in a forest?” for rafhansa!

“You don’t mean that,” Nansa says softly.

Raf closes the book in his hand without looking at Nansa. “Why wouldn’t I? You know everything about my past. You know what I’ve done.”

“Wait, I--I thought he was reading from the book!” Han interrupts.

“He was,” Nansa says, never taking his eyes from Raf. “But there’s a reason he chose that particular line.”

Han’s gaze lands on Raf too. “Raf? Raf, you’re not a monster.”

Raf gives him a fleeting, halfhearted smile. “Thank you for the vote of confidence.” He replaces the book on the shelf--

Han’s arms wrap around Raf’s torso before his hands have fully pushed the book back into place. “You’re not,” Han whispers fiercely. “You’re not a monster.”

“There it is,” Nansa says with a touch of amusement in his voice. “Would Han sound that convinced of it if he were lying? You know how bad a liar he is.”

Raf almost laughs before Nansa’s arms tuck around him too. “This is why you have us,” Nansa whispers. “To promise you--you’re not the monster you think you are.”

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@solitarysmith bc his lovely son is the one having Doubts

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how about some rafhansa kids? 😁

Name: Eirean, Marta, and Gabriel

Gender: Male, female, male, respectively

General Appearance:

Eirean’s name means “snowbird,” and so he looks: hair so blond it appears white, pale skin, light grey eyes. Sharp elven features, but a quick smile.

Marta’s most outstanding physical trait are her blue, blue eyes. Not a surprise, considering Raf’s deep azure eyes and Nansa’s soft blue. She looks like Raf, golden hair and golden skin, with Nansa’s kind expression. (Somehow she has Han’s feistiness.)

Gabe looks most like Han, slanted dark eyes, high cheekbones, dark hair. Though he’s not related to Nansa by blood, he has, for some reason, the smile most like Nansa’s.

Personality:

Eirean: As a child, he was the hellraiser. Loved getting his pale hair covered in dirt, snatched trinkets (and usually got caught doing it). He matured somewhat, though he’s definitely still a troublemaker with a wicked grin.

Marta: You’d expect her to be the chillest of the three, seeing as she’s Nansa and Raf’s daughter biologically, but no. Fighting spirit that far outstrips either of her bio fathers. Living embodiment of “meet me in the pit.” Loves as fiercely as she fights; will defend her family to the death.

Gabe: Surprisingly quiet for being Han’s son. Takes more after his Uncle Re: observing, caring, and aspiring. When he’s not being a Total Shitlord, of course.

Special Talents:

Eirean has a sweet singing voice, Marta is the best at fighting, and Gabriel is funny as hell.

Who they like better:

Honestly? When they’re little: Nansa. He’s Strong Dad, can pick them up and swing them around easily, and is lenient about bedtime. As they grow older, the preference disappears. All their dads are wonderful. 

Who they take after more:

Eirean ends up with Raf’s snark, but not much else from him. If anything, he’s like Han in most other ways, but more easygoing. Marta’s the one who’s really like Han, ready to Fight. And like I said, Gabe takes after Re, but also Raf and Nansa.

Personal Headcanon:

It’s up in the air, but Marta and Gabe might technically be twins with different fathers.

Face Claim: None as of yet.

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58!

58. Well, well, well, if it isn’t my old friend, the dawning realization that I fucked up real bad.

Raf looked up over his glasses when Nansa snickered. “Something funny?”

“Leaving a nice text for Han when he gets off work.”

“And if he sees it before he gets off work? Would it get him in trouble?”

“Maybe.”

Raf sighed and returned to his paperwork, but an aborted yelp distracted him once again. “Yes?”

“...Or I could be the one to get in trouble.”

Raf slowly lowered his pen. “...Nansa?”

A stricken Nansa turned his phone’s screen toward Raf. Inside an innocent blue text bubble was the second-to-last message: Can’t wait for you to get home. A couple of lovely nice things waiting for you here.

“Okay, that’s not the raciest message you’ve ever sent him while he’s at work--”

“Read the reply.”

In the grey bubble right below Nansa’s message was the surprise. I have a boyfriend, and he’s right here, and I’m sure his “thing” is nicer than yours. Don’t offer to compare.

“What?” Raf’s eyes traveled up to the top of the screen, where the name of Nansa’s conversation partner waited in neat black letters.

Halla

“Oh.”

@bladeverbena once again as his son bears witness to my son’s Big Oops

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19 for rafhansa because I'm mean :D

“I’m going to kill you if you—!”

Raf turned at the sound of a mock-infuriated voice and two sets of feet running through the infirmary toward the room he was tidying. He wondered at the mock part of it; Han was usually genuinely that angry. He had a hunch who was being yelled at, and it was confirmed when the door burst open to reveal a grinning, breathless Nansa.

Raf straightened up with a smile that he tried to keep to a minimum as he asked, “What’ve you done n—mmh!”

Nansa had run forward and quite literally swept Raf off his feet to kiss him ardently—just as Han stopped dead in the door.

“You—” Han stormed into the room as Nansa released a still-surprised Raf, and Han grabbed Raf’s shoulders and kissed him himself, a little less gentle than Nansa, but just as passionate.

Han let him go too, and Raf remained dazed, looking from one of his lovers to the other as he regained his usual functions.

“What was that?” Raf asked, still bewildered.

“We raced,” Nansa answered innocently, grinning unabashedly. “First one to get to you and kiss you won.”

“What—why?”

“Your shift’s over,” Han told him. “And Frances told us to make sure you don’t overwork yourself again.”

Nansa grabbed Raf’s hand. “You’re done with work; come get dinner with us!”

“But I’m not done with this room—”

“Yes, you are,” Nansa said matter-of-factly. “Frances said he’ll cover for you. Do I have to carry you?”

Raf smiled in the coy way he knew Nansa liked. “What if I said yes?”

“Come on, then!”

Raf yelped as he was picked up—and tossed over Nansa’s shoulder less than ceremoniously. The cry turned into a laugh as Nansa marched out of the infirmary, an indignantly yelling Han in pursuit.

Of course he loved them. How could he not?

@solitarysmith for his golden son

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14 for rafhansas and 23 for saraanmina!

14. I think I’ve got fireflies where my caution should be. (Instead of slowing down, I just shine brighter.)

“He’s going to get himself killed!” Nansa’s hands gripped his sword tighter. “Raf, cover me!”

“I’m right behind you,” Raf replied solidly, his hands igniting with magical fire.

With a roar, Nansa burst from cover, haring after Han, as Raf followed him, throwing up a wall of fire to cover their dash. Nansa kept his eyes on Han, who was running at a group of Venatori, hollering a war cry, with only his glaive to defend him.

“Raf, now!”

Raf reacted immediately, reaching out his hands. Nansa felt himself picked up by an invisible force, lifted overhead, then launched–right at the Venatori. He landed sword-first on the chest of one.

Han was there a second later, as Nansa yanked his bloodied sword from the Venatori’s heart and set about the others.

With surprise on their side, it was only a few moments before there was only one left. Nansa and Han both raised their weapons to finish him–

Fire sprang up, immolating the last Venatori as he screamed. He crumpled, and Raf was behind him. Raf stepped over the dead mage and grabbed Han’s face with a hand. “Are you hurt?”

“No,” Han answered. Nansa noted that, were it anyone else, Han would have snapped at them to get their hands off him. Instead, he let Raf turn his head, looking for injuries. Finally, Raf let go of Han’s face and hugged him instead.

“Don’t do that,” Raf whispered emphatically as Nansa joined them. “It’s going to kill you someday.”

“No, it won’t. I have you two,” Han replied simply.

Raf looked up to scold him, but Han and Nansa were both grinning. Any answer he might have made anyway was cut off by Nansa wrapping his arms around both of them.

23. We talk in the dark as we fall asleep, and we are objects in the night sky outside of time. (it is the exact opposite of alone.)

“It’s beautiful, even at night.” Haormina’s hand brushed one of the pale blossoms. “Different flowers bloom at night. They’re like stars on the ground instead of in the sky.”

“You’re beautiful at night, too.”

Haormina covered her mouth with the flowing sleeve of her silvery robe. “Stop that,” she murmured, though there was no chastisement in her voice.

“Never,” Saraan answered, slipping her arm around Haormina’s waist. “You’re beautiful all the time, Mina mine.” She sat on the ground and pulled a giggling Haormina down to sit in her lap. “But at night, especially in that robe, you’re like a third moon come down to grace us.”

“If I’m a third moon, then you’re the star who came down to protect me,” Haormina answered. “Your hair proves it. See how it shines in the moonlight.” She reached over Saraan’s shoulder and pulled the long white braid into her hands. “It’s beautiful.”

They went on, carelessly comparing each other to the night sky, with no one to chide them for being syrupy, and in the morning, the Inquisitor found his sister and her lover asleep in the gazebo, Haormina’s hair cascading down from where her head rested in Saraan’s lap. The moon and her star had finally fallen asleep with the dawn.

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