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I didn't realize it had gone through as a submission my bad 😂
Inquisition LIs reaction to hearing their Inquisitor through a door saying things like "you are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen, you are a gift from the Maker, I love you, I'd die for you, etc.", thinking they're with someone else and running in, just to find out the Inq. is talking to a baby nug/Mabari pup they snuck into Skyhold?
“Romanced Companions reacting to Secret Baby Nug/Mabari Pup”
Here you go and thank you again, @queer-edmundpevensie for the ask! Also, more jokes!
When the Inquisitor asked Bull if he had a spare plug they could use, he said “Sorry, I don’t have any Chargers.” (Maybe a little sorry)
-Lord Lex
Cullen
”I- Honestly, I can’t even blame you for your choice of words. He is handsome.”
-Was split between being upset and feeling remorse. If indeed you had found someone else, you would most definitely deserve someone better than him but you could have at least told him. Pleasantly surprised to find the nug/mabari. Maker forbid if it’s a mabari because he will dote on that thing, saying how your “true love” is a very good boy.
Josephine
“Love, who are you talking to-? Oh! Aren’t they just the sweetest!”
-Didn’t doubt you for a second. She knows that if there was something wrong with you two, you’d tell her. Also, your wording was a little strange for if you were talking to someone else. Suggests on getting it a collar. You actually might be the jealous one when you find her cuddling it more than you.
Solas
“...”
-What was he expecting? Not this. But he has full fate in you to know you wouldn’t go behind his back if your feelings had changed. Honestly a little jealous of the mabari/nug. It’s actually kinda cute- wait, how did you even get it into Skyhold? Oh well. He’ll also tell you about how, in old tales, different animals used to run through Skyhold so having it here just makes sense.
If they go missing, it’s because they started following Solas around. No, he doesn’t know why.
Cassandra
“Inquisitor, I-!...How did you manage to get that here?”
-Yes, she was a little irked that you might be with someone behind her back. And yes, she does feel horrible that she’d assume the worst. She’ll admit what she was thinking was going on and apologize. Cassandra, to most people’s surprise, is a big softie when it comes to animals so her confusion and irritation is put on hold when your chosen creature looks at her with them big ol’ eyes.
The Iron Bull
“Well, Varric owes me money.”
-He knew from the beginning that you snuck it in. But hearing you talk in such a way to it did make him pause. If you two are only fooling around right now, he doesn’t mind and doesn’t care who you sleep with. Now, if you’re his kadan, might be a different story. But, again, he knew you had the creature somewhere and that certainly sounds like how you’d baby an animal. Lo and behold, he was right and Varric has less pocket gold. Also, if you don’t stop him, he’ll carry the animal around like a baby.
Dorian
“Dearest. Amatus. Love of my life. My chosen partner….What the fuck.”
-One of the only people who puts up with your shit anymore. He’ll be one of the people who is severely split. Yes, you deserve better than him, knowing his history and how he can act sometimes. But also how dare you go behind his back when he has given you his heart? He has to pause to let his heart settle after walking in on you cuddling the thing before he very irritable tells you to watch your wording.
Sera
“Alright, what the fuck! Who are you talking-? Wait, that’s not a person.”
-Fully thought it was someone else and wanted to rain hell on them. So it was a little shocking to see your door kicked open and Sera holding a jar of bees at the ready. If you choose a mabari over a nug, she’ll put the bees away and start petting it, acting like nothing happened. Now, if you choose a nug, she’ll make a disgusted face and back away. Not very fond of nugs, but fond of you.
Blackwall
“I’m gonna admit it, I thought there was someone else in here. Glad to see I was both wrong and right.”
-Same boat as Cullen, he kinda expected you to find someone else by now. Hurt his feelings a bit to know that you might have a secret admirer other than him. Does not find it funny (ok, maybe a little) if you name the beast after him. It’s even more funny to see him try to watch his step around it, especially a nug, as he would not like to step on the creature that has your affection.
#dai#dragon age inquisition#inquisitor#cullen rutherford#dai cullen#dragon age josephine#josephine montilyet#dai solas#fenharel#dai cassandra#cassandra pentaghast#the iron bull#iron bull#dai dorian#dorian pavus#dai sera#sera#blackwall#thom rainier
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Since your doing Fae baby asks I was wondering if you could tell us more about Witch and Prices future or potential baby/babies. Things like potential names or what parent the baby is most like. Only if you want to share of course -xoxo 💋
Oh absolutely I can give you the short list of names and some baby stuff!
Arawn (Welsh, King of the Otherworld) nicknamed Winnie
Arthur or Artos (I just love the name, another king) nicknamed Bear or cub
Dagr (sun in old norse) the nicknames they spin off this one... sunshine, sol, Solas, Apollo, Bel... they're a mess
Icarus (this one is a little joke between Witch and Price, they flew too close to the sun and the baby is their reward) more sunshine nicknames but also Russ and Russel
Merlin (Price suggests this one, Witch likes it, he goes "of course you do" and she doesn't talk to him for 24 hours) nicknamed little witch or Emry
Honestly I have more names, their little girl is the only one I have a real short list for (Odeliah or Andromeda)
Artos(for the moment) takes after Price I think, he's got his dark hair and all his fae features, but he has Witch's eyes. He's a very clever little boy and eager to help Witch with her potions, very talented with divination. I think given the choice between becoming a debt collector like Price or a witch like Witch he'd want to study magic under his mum. I see him as sort of quiet and studious, very watchful, someone who finds loopholes in rules easily. He likes the structure of witchcraft, and likely invents a lot of his own scaffolding for spells to better suit being fae.
Their little girl is the complete opposite, very adventurous and fiery, she stands up for herself without a second thought, and doesn't take being brushed off. Absolutely doesn't have the temperament for witchcraft, but does follow after Price when he does his errands. She gets Price's dark hair but all of Witch's fluff and curls, she looks like her mother but those are Price's eyes staring you down. Absolutely a winter fae compared to her brother's summer warmth. Weird little girl energy
Both kids are absolutely devastating with their magic. The hooks they get in people...
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Fanmix-slash-playlist for Slay the Princess!
Song list under the cut. There’s 96 songs on this fanmix/playlist, and it’s about 6 and a half hours long.
Some of the songs were not available on Spotify, and they will be linked to on YouTube below.
(Some artists have 2 songs on the playlist; aeseaes, The Crane Wives, and Hozier each have 3 because they were just too perfect. Also, some songs are definitely on here because of other people's fanvids or even just suggestions, and I've made note of and credited all of those!)
(All fanmixes/playlists are a perpetual WIP.)
aeseaes - All Things Devour
aeseaes - Semantics
aeseaes - Tongues
AG - Terrible Thing
t h e . a i m s - Violence & Blood
Alanis Morissette - Everything (friend suggestion)
Amanda Palmer & The Grand Theft Orchestra - Trout Heart Replica
Amber Run - I Found
The Amazing Devil - The Horror and the Wild
The Amazing Devil - That Unwanted Animal
Andrew Bird - Imitosis
AURORA - Your Blood
Baby Storme - This City is a Graveyard
Band of Horses - No One's Gonna Love You
Beth Crowley - Monster
Blindside - Withering
Bring Me the Horizon - Deathbeds
Camera Obscura - Fifth in Line to the Throne
Chonny Jash - The Soul Eclectic (inspiration)
City and Colour - Little Hell
Coldplay - The Hardest Part
Coldplay - Square One
Collective Soul - The World I Know
The Crane Wives - Curses
The Crane Wives - Hollow Moon (inspiration)
The Crane Wives - Tongues & Teeth
Crystal Castles - Suffocation (inspiration)
David Bowie - Changes
The Echoing Green - Starling
Electric President - Some Crap About the Future
Elizabeth & the Catapult - Do Not Hang Your Head
Elizabeth & the Catapult - My Goodbye
Ellie Goulding - Salt Skin
Eurielle - Hate Me
The Feeling - Mr Grin
Florence + The Machine - Kiss With a Fist
Florence + The Machine - What the Water Gave Me
Forgive Durden - A Dead Person Breathed on Me!
Foxtails Brigade - Long Route
Foxtails Brigade - Nun but the Lost
Ghost and Pals - DEATHBODY
Ghost and Pals - In Iolite
Hannah Fury - Angels & Absinthe
Howie Day - Collide
Hozier - Francesca
Hozier - In the Woods Somewhere
Hozier - Who We Are
Jack Conte - Kitchen Fork (inspiration)
The Jezabels - Hurt Me
Jhariah - Flight of the Crows
Kate Nash - Paris
Kiltro - Softy
King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard - Magenta Mountain
lasah - taixu (inspiration)
Lisa Hannigan - Oh Undone
Little Dragon - Twice
The Lord Dog Bird - The Shedding Path
Ludo - The Horror of Our Love
Madilyn Mei - Knotted Constellations
MGMT - Little Dark Age
Michelle Branch - Everywhere
Mili (feat. KIHOW) - In Hell We Live, Lament
Mirah - You've Gone Away Enough
The Mountain Goats - No Children (inspiration)
The Mountain Goats - Sudden Oak Death
Mr.Kitty - After Dark
múm - Prophecies & Reversed Memories
The Nor'easters - 715 — CRΣΣKS (inspiration)
Olivier Bibeau - Better Run, Better Hide
Passion Pit - Seaweed Song
PEGGY - Villains Aren't Born (They're Made)
Perfectly Human - Bad As
Perfectly Human - Fly Again
Racoon - Took a Hit
Reinaeiry - When the Sun Loves the Moon
Ricky Montgomery - This December
RIProducer - Fruiting Bodies
RIProducer - What Gave It Away?
Sarah Blasko - Bird on a Wire
Satin Puppets - Bad Moon Rising
Seeming - Someday Lily
Sharon Van Etten - It's Not Like
Shayfer James - Boots Worn Through (inspiration)
Sleeping At Last - Mind
Sleeping At Last - Taste
SNAKE POOL - FIGURE IN THE BACKGROUND (inspiration)
Snow Patrol - Open Your Eyes
Solas Composer - He Who Devoured the Dark II
Southwest Statistic - Fairy Tale (friend suggestion)
Stars - He Dreams He's Awake
Subsignal - The Bells of Lyonesse (inspiration)
Sunset Rubdown - For the Pier (and Dead Shimmering)
Talking Heads - And She Was
Trespassers William - I Know
TV on the Radio - Stork & Owl
Woodkid - Ghost Lights
#slay the princess#stp#fanmix#playlist#i am probably going to add to this a lot#and it's already loooong#but man so many songs make me think of this game#can an entire game be a blorbo?#I JUST ADDED ANOTHER ONE IMMEDIATELY#i am beyond parody
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Ok, last one, I think (I could be wrong (: )
Sola and Thrown to the Wolves au. Specifically, the version where Regis never goes to Galahd, so all he knows is what Mors told him before he died and whatever he found in the archives.
Now please take a moment to imagine all the potential angst that comes from the fact that Regis' first baby is under Adagium's Curse. (Whatever that's supposed to mean, because the royal archives are surprisingly silent on the topic.) His tiny teeny baby girl who was born premature and who fought for her life so fiercely is supposed to be a monster in human skin.
I don't think Regis would ever abandon her, he's not called the Father for nothing. But he's certainly not going to have a good time in this verse. +Sola's less-than-human instincts would probably make things even worse.)
I'm always up for asks if you've got more! (they make for a great breather from studying for finals)
You are right. This is so angsty. >:)
Regis' heart breaks when he puts his little Sunshine through the ritual, when instead of needing the potion held in a white-knuckled grip, Sola's skin slowly knits back together under the faint glow of golden magic. But even as he holds his wailing daughter close, wiping away blood to reveal skin unmarred by so much as a scar, Regis knows he cannot abandon his daughter here. Adagium's Curse or no, Sola is a child. His child.
Regis leaves the broken shards of a potion and doesn't look back.
And the Vitae watching from the shadows wonder.
In this 'verse, Sola grows up having to hide her golden magic. This is not the time of the Rogue or the Wanderer, technology is everywhere and Regis cannot risk Sola living beyond the Wall with the war in an uneasy ceasefire.
The court believes Sola without magic, and rumors abound of Sola not being Regis' daughter at all. Sola looks so like her mother, but she acts much like Cor, and it doesn't take long for the gossips to speculate that Cor and Aulea were having an affair behind Regis' back.
No one in the royal family is amused.
Even after a paternity test is provided to shut up the worst of the gossips, the court pushes against Sola as Regis' heir. Surely the Ring will not accept one without magic, they argue. And for all Regis tries to shelter Sola from the court, he cannot stop everything from reaching the ears of his sharp little girl.
When Sola, all of five years old, tells him that she refuses to be Queen, Regis' heart breaks all over again.
None of the adults tell Sola the truth of her golden magic. They tell her that she cannot use it because it will hurt her and those around her, but they do not tell her about Adagium's Curse. Regis and Aulea hope, that with love and care, their bright and fierce Sun will not grow up to be the monster described in faded legends.
Oh, they see her less than human instincts. Watching Sola so closely, they'd have to be blind to miss them. They worry, because they think this the grain of truth to the legend, a manifestation of the Curse.
And yet... Sola isn't malicious. She's fiercely protective to the point of bordering on possessiveness, more inclined to attack first and ask questions later if she perceives a threat to Hers. But Sola doesn't attack anyone who doesn't attack or threaten her or hers first. She never subjects anyone to abject cruelty. If Regis hadn't seen Adagium's Curse first hand, he'd think Sola simply too similar in temperament to Cor.
Then Sola tears out a man's throat with her teeth.
In the aftermath, Sola's fairly certain she wasn't supposed to overhear Regis, Clarus, and Cor talking in Papa's office. But she does, and she overhears 'Curse' and 'not-human', and Sola's already heard more than a few people referring to her as a monster these past few days to realize that Papa and her uncles are talking about her.
Sola sneaks around the library looking for anything she can on curses, dodging suspicion from her papa and uncles by insisting that she's more than old enough to find her own books. One of the librarians, a woman with really cool dark eye makeup and lipstick, helps Sola with her research. Unfortunately, Sola's unable to find the answers she's looking for, but one afternoon when she's curled up with Noctis for an afternoon nap, Sola resolves that Curse or not, monster or not, she will protect her little brother. No matter what.
When Sola's old enough to formally apprentice to Cor, Regis shares his magic with her, as Noctis is still too young yet to properly create a Retinue bond. There's no question Sola is Noctis' Sword, just as there's no question that Gladio and Ignis are his Shield and Heart, but they're planning to wait until Noctis is at least sixteen.
Only, Noctis gets kidnapped before that can happen, then picked up by a wandering Vitae and brought back to Galahd.
Where originally Noctis would be utterly baffled by Galahd's insistence that Regis was a bad father, Galahd knows how Regis loves and cares for Sola despite her so-called 'curse.' Galahd knows it to be no curse, knows Sola's non-human instincts instead come from the Draconian's Blessing (Galahd's been dealing with those same dragon instincts for millennia, they know it when they see it and Sola's very dragon).
Regis knows none of this. He had every reason to abandon baby Sola to her death and erase her from the records.
He didn't. He lied. He kept her hidden, kept her safe and loved as best he could, and the handful of Vitae spies hidden amongst the Citadel staff have seen it all.
It seems the Father is the Mother's child after all.
When Regis and Sola arrive, Regis demanding to know where his son is with Sola's rumbling growl reverberating through their bones, Sola's growl cuts off with a jerk of surprise when one of the Furia trills at her, reassurance-Hoard-safe-not-seeking-fight brushing up against the embers of gold magic suppressed inside her soul. Sola stares at the Furia with wide eyes, because no one, not even Uncle Cor for all his growls and chuffs, has ever responded in such a way to her.
Things get sorted out, and before they leave for Insomnia, Sola and Noctis and Regis get to meet their aunt/sister and cousin/nephew, and Sola's given an invitation to come back to Galahd to properly train her gold magic.
@secret-engima if you want to add anything from Galahd's perspective feel free to join in!
#ffxv#Shadow of Heaven's Light#fusion#Thrown to the Wolves verse#Sola does take up Galahd's offer of training eventually#She even completes the Vitae trials and comes back from the Ulric Trial with a black coeurl cub she names Abyssus#Ardyn *ardores* his newest great-niece#he laughs his head off when Sola decides to get a stylized version of the Vitae 'tears' tattooed onto her face after she passes the Trials#The Bellum Furia and Lazarus are grumpy when the Ulrics snap up this fierce weaver but grudgingly concede that her aunt gets first dibs
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A Touch of Humanity - Din Djarin x gn!reader
re-edited (Feb. 2023)
Read on AO3 - Masterlist
Part III: Naboo
Part I | Part II
summary: A sobering abruption, a few weighty decisions, and a wandering scamp who thinks with his stomach. What lengths will Din have to go to in order to secure a future for his family?
word count: 8.8k
tags/warnings: fluff, angst, canon typical violence, Din is the Father the holy trinity is talking about, co-parenting, Grogu is so good at playing a damsel in distress, gift giving is Din's love language, the helmet comes OFF (actually), I used canonical places and history until there was no more to go off of and then made up my own to flesh it out
“Sola,” you breathe.
The grip you have on Din’s wrist would leave a bruise if it weren’t for the protective layers. Din tenses up. He steps forward, half in front of you. It’s a moment where the beskar stops being just Din’s and becomes yours as well. A wall of beskar between you and the sign screaming DANGER. Grogu sinks lower into the pouch when he sees Din’s stance. The movement places him out of view.
“Y’know, I really never thought I’d see you off Naboo,” she teases and starts clapping, “Good on you.”
Your nostrils flare as humiliation tears through you. If you weren’t frozen, you’d run. Frankly, you aren’t sure if Din will take the opportunity to collect another bounty. You aren’t sure if you’d want to stop him.
“I see you’ve been busy too,” her eyes travel up the length of Din in a way that makes your blood feel like acid.
“What do you want, Sola?” you question, your voice finding footing so it comes out firm.
“Geez, not even a hello, how are you? I guess I should lead by example as the older sibling,” she sighs dramatically, “How are you, Polliwog?”
The old nickname sears your skin. Your grip on Din’s wrist tightens further.
“I’m fine,” you answer through grit teeth.
“Good, that’s good to hear,” she says pleasantly.
Sola waits expectantly, still swinging her legs casually. When you don’t return the question she rolls her eyes.
“How are you, Sola?” She does a bad impression of you, “I’m doing great, Polliwog. Thank you for asking.”
“What do you want?” You repeat more forcefully.
“Word around the galaxy is I have a nephew. I wanted to meet the little bugger.”
“Who told you that?” you ask.
Sola waves a dismissive hand at you.
“It’s a small galaxy. Not a lot of Mandalorians are walking around with a Grizmallti and a baby. So, where is the little womprat?”
“You’re not getting near him,” you snap before Din has the chance to.
“C’mon, Polliwog. I know some people who are very keen to meet him and they’d make us rich for the honor,” she says it like she’s dangling a carrot in front of you.
“You should go,” Din states firmly.
“Oh, nice, the shiny one does talk. Here’s the thing, Shiny, this doesn’t involve you. This is a family matter,” Sola tells him condescendingly like she’s speaking to a youngling.
“This is my family.”
Sola’s eyes widen and she sits up straighter. She takes a second to look between the two of you, a smirk crawling onto her face.
“Well, now, isn’t that interesting? Of all the things to crack beskar, I never thought it would be you, Polliwog. Not with how soft you’ve always been,” she muses.
“Stop calling me that,” you tell her, anger seeping into your voice.
The name makes you feel so small, so helpless. It makes you feel like a polliwog caught in the current of the Dee’ja Peak river, not strong enough to resist being swept away. You suppose that’s why she uses it. Sola has always been big on making you feel small. She frowns, pushing out her bottom lip.
“You’re not even a little happy to see me?”
You exhale sharply through your nose.
“It’s nice to see you aren’t dead, but no, I’m not happy to see you.”
Sola sucks her teeth, clearly growing bored of the conversation. She pushes herself off the crates and lands easily on her feet. Din towers over her, but she isn’t phased in the slightest. Sola knows better than anyone that size doesn’t matter in a fight, just how hard you hit.
Her hair is pulled back into two braided buns on the back of her head, her clothes are tactical, and there’s a scar you didn’t notice when she was up on the crates. The scar is a few shades darker than the rest of her face but was clearly once a deep wound. It travels along the right side of her jaw, curving up around the corner of her mouth, and across her nose before tapering off under her left eye.
“Mind movin’ for me, Shiny?” she asks with a sweet smile, but her cold eyes stay on you.
“Yes, I do,” Din answers, voice ice under the twin Tatooine suns.
Sola’s eyes shift to Din, but only her eyes move. She arches an eyebrow and gives him another look up and down. Din knows she’s sizing him up, trying to decide if a fight with him is worth it. He flexes his hand on his blaster in a warning. The corner of Sola’s mouth quirks up. Din moves his head sideways to look over his shoulder.
“Go back to the Crest,” he tells you.
“What? I’m not let-”
“There are more important things to worry about than pride right now. Please, just go back to the Crest.”
You feel Grogu shift on your back and your stomach drops. You know what Din is asking of you. Go to the Crest, close the door, and protect the kid. As much as you didn’t want to leave him, he’s right. You need to worry about keeping Grogu safe. You need to trust Din to handle it like he always does. It’s Sola you don’t trust.
“Okay,” you agree quietly.
Sola sighs loudly.
“You know I can’t let you do that, Polliwog. We’ve been through this before, haven’t we? Just like when we were kids, give me what I want. You know I’ll take it anyway,” she looks at her nails bored as she speaks.
You start seeing red. Rage trembles through your bones. Not only is she calling Grogu it, but she’s also comparing taking him to sell to taking your toys as children.
“He’s not an object, Sola,” you seeth, “he’s a kid.”
“He’s worth a shit ton of money.”
Din has had enough. He whips his blaster out of its holster and aims at Sola’s chest.
“So are you. Looks like we’re at an impasse,” he says cooly.
Sola makes a round pop with her tongue on the roof of her mouth and takes a step back. There’s still a smirk on her face. It’s infuriating how when she doesn’t look bored she looks amused.
“Alright, this just got interesting. What are they offering you for me?” She jerks her chin up at Din as she asks.
“More than you’re worth.”
“Awe, he thinks he can hurt me. Cute. I’ll double it to forget you saw me.”
“You could triple it and I would bring you in for free,” Din angles his head down menacingly.
“Gotta say, I like this one, Polliwog. I figured you’d end up with someone more… cutesy, more your speed. A little hypocritical when you think of the talks you’ve given me, but I’m willing to let that go,” Sola smiles mischievously.
She’s trying to get in your head. You know that, but it’s still working. The rage cools into embarrassment. Heat floods your cheeks.
“You’re talking to me now,” Din asserts.
“Please, you’re not going to do anything to me for two reasons. One, I came unarmed. Sure, you’re a bounty hunter, but are you really a murderer? Two, Polliwog wouldn’t be able to look at you after watching that. Something tells me that would bother you,” Sola is patronizing but absolutely correct.
“How do you know I won’t kill you and collect the bounty now that I know you’re unarmed?” Din challenges.
“You Mandalorians tend to be pretty rigid on honor codes,” she shrugs with a smirk, “and I like to gamble.”
“So, what? You just came by to see if you could talk me into giving you a child to sell?” you demand incredulously.
Sola shrugs again carelessly.
“More or less. Believe it or not, I don’t actually want to hurt you. I figured I’d give you a fair warning.”
“A fair warning?” you furrow your brows.
“Yeah, if you don’t want to cooperate now when I’m asking nicely… Well, when I come to collect later I won’t be as nice,” Sola sounds like she’s deriving some sick pleasure from this.
“If you come back later, neither will I,” Din warns.
“Cute. You two are cute,” she seems to decide out loud.
With a smile, she stalks off into Mos Eisley. It takes Din’s firm grasp on your upper arms to make you realize you’re shaking. His gloved thumbs rub against your arms soothingly.
“I won’t let her touch you,” he promises.
You manage a weak smile. Din hates seeing the light of your face so dim. Like the flame responsible is close to flickering out.
“We should check on Peli,” you whisper.
Din nods, but he refuses to stop touching you. He takes hold of your hand and the two of you go find Peli snoring on a tattered couch.
***
“Din,” your voice is soft in the silence of the cockpit.
“Yes?”
“I… I think I want to go home.”
Din swears the floor of the Crest gives out beneath him. He swears he’s hurdling aimlessly through space with no hope of being found.
“Can I ask why?” He’s quiet. The words are only audible due to the sheer will to be heard.
“Sola found us because of me,” you say a half-truth.
You don’t want to tell him that you fear she’s right. That you’re too soft for Din. That you’re better off with someone more your speed. What if he realizes that you aren’t enough, that he needs someone more like Sola to keep up with him? Maybe not exactly like Sola, but similar enough.
“She would have found us either way,” he tells you.
“Din… let’s be honest with ourselves. I’m not made for all this. The one thing Sola was right about is that I don’t fit this. I don’t…,” you trail off.
I don’t fit you sits on the tip of your tongue. Din clicks on the autopilot. He crouches in front of you in the already cramped space. Grogu is asleep in his hammock, safe for another day.
“Nothing Sola said was right,” he insists.
You stare into the not-so-empty black of his visor and wish you were seeing brown. You wish you knew what kind of brown.
“I can’t keep up with you, with this lifestyle. I’ll only slow you down,” you poke another hole in his attempt to comfort you.
Seeing Sola always makes you spiral. Seeing her with Din and having her comment on your relationship with him is a special kind of spiral. The kind that feels too true. Din’s gloved hands cradle your face. It’s not quite the same as his bare hands, but it’s still undoubtedly him.
“Then I’ll slow down. I’ll come to a complete stop if I have to. Whatever you need from me I’m prepared to give you,” the words come out half pleading and soft.
You blink away tears. It takes extreme effort not to fall apart in his hands. When has anyone ever offered you so much? How could you accept so much? How could you not?
“Would you stay in Dee’ja Peak with me?”
“I would stay anywhere as long as it’s with you.”
With a quivering lip, you throw your arms around Din. The beskar is a strangely comforting feeling. The cold nip grounds you, and anchors you to him. His arms are sure this time. They wrap around your back and hold you against him firmly. You pull back to be able to look at his face. The face of his helmet which you know by sight, but also the face you know by touch that resides underneath.
“What will we do about Sola?” you ask.
“I’m not interested in the bounty on her head anymore. I understand the complexities of the situation, but if it comes down to her or Grogu-”
“Pick Grogu,” you say without missing a beat.
Din pauses in surprise. He expected you to be on the same page, but that he would still have to coax it out of you a bit. He nods in agreement.
“You’ll still be able to look at me if it comes to that?”
You place a hand on his beskar cheek. The smile that crawls onto your lips is proof the flame is gaining new life. It warms him inside out.
“I’ll always be able to look at you. You’re not the only one who understands the complexities of the situation. I just want Grogu safe. I don’t care what the cost is,” you tell him with all the tenderness you can muster.
The emotion that floods Din’s entire being is new and intense, but familiar and good. It feels like taking his helmet off after a long day and enjoying the air on his face. A rush of adrenaline mingled in with the high of joy. Something so similar to what he feels for Grogu, but yet worlds apart. That thought slides it all into place and Din knows. He knows he’s fallen completely in love with you. It overwhelms him until he can’t take it anymore, until he has only a single shred of self-restraint left that threatens to snap.
“Close your eyes, keep them shut until I say,” he gives the orders gently.
You do as he says. The hiss of his helmet being released is sharp in the quiet of the cockpit. You don’t feel his hands, so you assume the helmet is still in them. Din presses a deep, affectionate kiss to your lips. A thrill shoots down your spine and explodes into a million butterflies in your stomach. Too soon, he’s gone and you hear the click of his helmet fastening.
“You can open your eyes.”
Your eyes flutter open. The beskar is there like it was never gone. The ache for him still on your lips tells you otherwise.
“I really like doing that,” you chuckle lightly.
“Me too.”
***
Returning home after traversing the galaxy with Din makes everything look different. Dee’ja Peak feels like a completely different place. It occurs to you as you walk through the town to get to your house that, perhaps, it’s you that’s changed. You left here a lone traveler hitching a ride with the fearsome Mandalorian. You’re returning as someone who is loved, as a parent, and as a family.
Once someone spots you and calls out your name, you get swarmed by fellow Grizmallti. Hugs, kisses on the cheeks, and happy cheers get passed around. Din watches fondly with Grogu in the pouch on his front. Gus sees Din off to the side and approaches him. He sticks his hand out gruffly. Din stares for a moment before taking it in a firm handshake.
“I wasn’t sure of you when you started showing up and leaving the kid. I heard you were after Sola… wasn’t sure what you were getting at. You kept’em safe, though. Brought’em home. You have the respect of Dee’ja Peak for that,” Gus nods curtly.
“This was never about Sola,” Din tells him evenly.
Gus seems to size him up before deciding to believe him. Another curt nod to confirm it to himself.
“Good. That’s good. Thank you. I’ve been looking after’em since those two were younglings. Sola… I don’t know what happened. It was like something just went bad in her. It only got worse after their parents passed,” Gus sighs, “What I’m trying to get at is- I’m happy to know there’s someone else looking after’em too.”
Din nods, pride swelling his chest. He likes that it’s known that he protects you. That he watches out and keeps you safe. He likes that someone could look at the two of you and know you’re with him.
“I’m happy to.”
A hint of a smile appears on Gus’s face. He slaps a hand down on Din’s pauldron in a gesture of camaraderie, of acceptance into something larger than himself that won’t take so much from him. Then Gus is stepping away to rejoin the crowd welcoming you home.
You eventually make your way through everyone. Your house looms over you and anxiety strikes your heart. Din may think he’s okay staying, but what if that changes once he does? What if your house never feels like home again? What if Dee’ja Peak or Nabu never feels like home again?
“You’re worrying again,” Din comments from behind you after a beat of standing in silence.
You breathe out a laugh and turn around.
“I haven’t even said anything,” you point out.
“You don’t have to.”
It’s a humbling sentence. You don’t always have to speak. Sometimes your body does that for you. When your words fail, Din can still read you enough to know something is up. Feeling so deeply known is a luxury you have never had the privilege of experiencing before. Now that you have, you never want to go back.
“Are you sure this will be enough for you?”
Din can hear the unspoken question. Are you sure I will be enough for you?
“I know it will be because it already is.”
A trembling smile makes its way across your face. His words give you the strength you need to unlock the door and enter. Everything is exactly as you left it. Just a little dustier, but otherwise the same. Grogu coos happily as Din puts him down and takes off to cause a ruckus. It feels right coming home with them. It feels like it’s how it always should have been.
“I’m gonna throw my stuff in my room, maybe get changed,” you tell Din.
He nods and watches you disappear beyond your door. It’s a split-second decision that took weeks upon weeks of agonizing over. His heart is pounding so hard he’s surprised there isn’t a metallic sound from it hitting the beskar of his chest plate. He sits on one of the comfy cushy seats he’s secretly missed. Grogu comes around the seat with a cookie. Din chuckles and shakes his head.
“I don’t want to know where you got that from.”
He takes a steadying breath. Then the hiss of his helmet release and Grogu’s excited gurgling fill the room. Din places his helmet carefully on the ground beside him. Grogu reaches up for him and Din takes him into his lap. A little three-fingered hand meets his cheek gently, ears perking up. Din smiles softly at him.
“Oh, do you-” your voice stops abruptly.
Din freezes for a moment, a hot spike of self-doubt driving through his gut. He hears your shaky breath and can’t take it anymore. Din turns to you, eyes wide and nervous. You stand just outside your bedroom door in a new set of clothes. Your fingers barely cover your mouth as you process the shock of what you’re seeing.
It’s an agonizing five seconds of nothing. Of you taking each other in. Then you move forward slowly. You’re completely captivated by every feature. His eyes are the kind of brown that makes you think of soil and the life that springs from it. They send you feelings of hope for the future. As you thought, his facial hair is short, more of a stubble. His nose slopes downward in the most endearing way. Then there are his lips. His lips that you’ve felt on yours, but have never seen. Now you can appreciate the gentle bow of them, the way they part slightly as he watches you.
“Din?” you ask breathlessly, stopping halfway between him and your bedroom.
It’s a stupid question. Of course, it’s Din. Yet, you couldn’t get anything else out of your mouth. He nods at you, eyes still holding all his anxiousness. His face shows you everything he’s feeling. The hope, the nerves, the adoration, and the determination. You stand in limbo, wanting so badly to touch him, but not wanting to move too fast. Din watches, starving for your touch.
“Your helmet is off,” you state slowly.
“Yes, it is,” he answers with a little quirk of his lips.
Seeing his mouth move and hearing his voice come out of it doesn’t feel real. It feels like peering through the looking glass into your dreams.
“Why? You didn’t have to- Maker, did you feel like you had to becau-”
“I didn’t feel like I had to do anything. I did what I wanted to. What I’ve been wanting to do,” he assures you.
That voice washes over you, easing every tense muscle. You finally finish closing the space between you. He angles his head to look up at you and it hits you. This man, this face, this beautiful example of a human has been the one caring for you, buying you gifts, and kissing you like you’re his last chance for air before suffocating.
You reach out an uncertain hand toward his face. When your fingers brush across his stubble, his eyes fall shut. Din just sits there and allows himself to revel not only in your touch but the fact that it’s accompanied by your eyes on his face.
You’re exploding on a molecular level. Every square inch of you is becoming something entirely new. It almost hurts how happy you are. Not because you’re looking at Din’s face precisely, but because he’s offering you every ounce of trust he has. He’s telling you through the simple act of looking you in the eye that he is wholly and completely comfortable with you. You’re his family. You’ve never doubted it since he said it, but it feels so much more official now.
“You’re beautiful,” you whisper.
Din’s face flushes, bringing a reddened tone to his tan stubbled cheeks. You smile at the sight.
“So are you,” he whispers back, matching your smile.
Grogu coos happily on Din’s lap. Both of you turn your smiles to him. He gazes up at you two with wide joyful eyes and ears perked up. You place a small kiss on the top of his head, causing him to close his eyes briefly when your lips meet his skin.
Before you get too far, Grogu places his hand on your cheek lightly. Then he looks to Din expectantly. Din lowers his face closer so Grogu can place his other hand on Din’s cheek. It’s a tender little moment of being connected to each other, of accepting each other. It’s Grogu’s way of telling you that he loves you both.
Once he’s satisfied that he got his message across, Grogu crawls down. That’s when you see the half a cookie in his hand that he has previously put down.
“Wait, where did he get that?” you ask.
“I don’t know.”
“Din, you let him eat a cookie that’s probably been sitting here for weeks?” you try to be stern, but you end up laughing.
“I’ve seen him eat much worse,” he shrugs.
This is the first time you see the expression he makes when he shrugs. His eyebrows go up a little and he gets a hint of a pout. Every expression he offers is a gift, but this one is especially endearing.
You ponder his words.
“Y’know, I have too,” you sigh.
You and Din watch Grogu. You watch him climb up the empty seat with the cookie in his mouth. Once he’s up there he settles in and continues munching. Crumbs are getting everywhere, but that’s something you can deal with later. You turn your head to talk to Din only to find his eyes already intently on you.
Din’s mouth captures yours in a soft kiss. He tugs on your arm to get you to come around the seat. Then he pulls you into his lap. The beskar is cold even through your clothes, but his mouth is so warm. You cradle his face as his arms circle around you. Breathing becomes a priority faster than you care to admit, causing you to pull back. Just like every other second you since stepping out of your room, you look into his eyes. Those unreal eyes are ready to nurture you, to care for you, and to remind you of that every day.
“I don’t know why I was ever worried that I’m too soft for you when you treat me so gently,” you mumble.
Din’s eyebrows furrow. It amazes you how expressive the face beneath that helmet has been this entire time. How many smiles has he returned? How many has he initiated?
“It’s why I love you,” he says it like it’s the one known fact of life.
Your breathing stops. Everything feels so hot. Sure, it’s not like you couldn’t guess, but it’s different hearing it. It’s different hearing it like it’s not even a question worth entertaining. The answer is etched in the bedrock of the oldest river on the oldest planet and has been since the beginning of time.
“You love me because I’m soft?” you keep your voice hushed as if being too loud will wake you up from this dream.
“I love you because you’re brave enough to be kind and caring in a galaxy that often isn’t. That often punishes those who are.”
Your eyes search his and find only honesty. A smile crawls upon your face. Again, he matches your smile with his own.
“I love you too, Din. Except I love you because you’re brave enough to be kind and caring after being raised in a culture that teaches you not to be.”
“You love me because I’m soft?” his smile grows amused.
“Yes, I do. You’re my soft,” you place a kiss on his forehead, “kind,” another on his nose, “caring,” and finally one on his lips, “beautiful man.”
Din looks at you like you handcrafted the universe. He’s never been described as any of those things. To hear them all coming from you is more than he ever let himself wish for.
“What were you asking when you came out here?” he asks, suddenly recalling how this started.
“Well, I was going to ask if you wanted to rotate beds until we figured something out, but… sleeping next to you sounds a lot nicer,” you say, a smirk curling on your lips.
“Yes, it does.”
***
Waking up in Din’s arms is something you’re sure will get you giddy every time. Especially when his eyes are already studying when you wake up. Your eyes flutter open and a loving smile grows on Din’s lips. How did you go this long without that smile?
The two of you spend the day cleaning to get rid of the dust and any old food. Din does so in only his flight suit, armor safe and sound in your now shared bedroom. It’s a slice of domesticity that provides you with a peak at what’s to come.
What’s to come is you and Din working in effortless tandem as if reading each other’s minds, stealing stares and little kisses in the process. Grogu wakes up somewhere during mid-morning. Din had secured his little hammock across your still-empty closet. It’s perfect for his current size, but you’re sure it’ll have to be upgraded as he grows.
After feeding him a breakfast of warm oats, you set Grogu up at the coffee table with paper and crayons. He’s able to make shapes now thanks to your expert training. The crayons fill his tiny fists so much that finer detail is impossible, but you can see your little budding artist coming out. It’s the most pleasant morning you can recall having.
There’s a rare moment when neither of you has eyes on Grogu. You’re on your knees cleaning out the last kitchen cabinet. When you take one of your regular glances at Din he’s doing the dishes from Grogu’s breakfast. Which means both of your backs have been to Grogu. The silence you register outside of the running water becomes head-pounding. No little noises, no paper crinkling, and no sound of crayons against a hard surface.
“Din, where’s Grogu?” you ask as you stand up and look into the empty living room.
Din looks over his shoulder at where you’re staring. The spot Grogu is supposed to be in is empty. You do your best to tamp down the panic that’s threatening to rip you apart. It’s no use, Din can see it on you right away.
“Has he gone back to sleep?” he asks calmly.
His anxiety shows in how he turns off the water, immediately turning around to scan the room. You go to the bedroom expecting to find him curled up on your unmade bed. Except, the bedroom is empty too. The look on your face when you come back out makes Din’s stomach drop to his feet.
“Din?” you whisper anxiously, looking at him with wide eyes for guidance.
Din kicks into full Mandalorian mode in a blink. His face is stern, shoulders squared, and posture stiff. Nothing like the loose relaxed man that was just doing dishes quietly beside you. This is a man on a mission.
“Check the bathroom,” he doesn’t really order you, but you do it as such.
“Din,” you call out, panic fully breaking through the thin barrier you built.
He’s there, over your shoulder before you can even finish his name. The mirror that extends from the wall is flush against it. The window above the sink is open and there are crumbs trailing over the windowsill. The toilet seat is down, which gives Grogu the perfect landing to climb onto. All of that is bad on its own, but the worst of it is on the glass pane of the window. Neat black letters are written across from the outside in marker. Nothing personal, Polliwog. You might be sick.
“Stay here,” Din does order you this time.
You follow him to the bedroom where he starts fastening all his armor to his body. Tears are quickly welling up in the corners of your eyes.
“I’m coming with you,” you tell him firmly.
He gives you desperately pleading eyes. He’s begging you not to make this harder, never once stopping armoring up.
“I need you to stay here,” he says, softer this time.
“And do what? Just wait, not knowing if you’re going to come back?” you demand, voice growing louder the more you grow anxious.
Once everything, but his helmet is on he walks up to you. Both heavy gloved hands find your upper arms.
“Mesh’la, I can’t be worried about you out there. Please, stay where I know you’re safe. We will be back.”
“Where are you even going? We don’t know where they went.”
“I’m going to follow the crumbs.”
You stare stubbornly into his eyes. The mixed emotions of fear, anger, desperation, and love you find there cause you to sigh.
“Okay, fine, but if you aren’t back in a few hours I’m coming after you,” you cross your arms as you compromise.
Din gives your arms a little squeeze. He leans in and presses a brief kiss to your lips before securing his helmet. You stare into his visor, now knowing the expressions that lie behind it.
“Please, come back, Din,” you plead softly, “I need you both to come back.”
“We will, I swear.”
You walk him to the front door. It feels eerily like all the times you said goodbye. A moment where nothing has changed. Nothing except for everything.
“I love you,” he says to you.
“I love you too.”
After a beat of taking each other in, he’s gone. You drop into the seat where Din sat last night and bury your face in your hands. An ugly sob breaks through. Although you know this is no one’s fault but Sola’s, guilt begins to creep in. Guilt, shame, and knee-buckling fear. The guilt of not watching Grogu better. The shame of Sola being your sister and therefore bringing them closer to her. Knee-buckling fear that you’ll never see one or both of them again.
You drag your hands down your face, wiping away fat tears. That’s when you catch sight of the colors on the last page Grogu had been coloring on. Gray, blue, and green. It would be an incomprehensible image to anyone else, but to you, it’s clear as day. A gray rounded smudge of color represents Din. A blue rounded smudge of color represents you and the Corellian silk he must intrinsically associate with you at this point. A smaller green smudge of color represents Grogu himself.
Although fear is still very much present, an overwhelming wave of emotion forces you up. There’s just no way you can sit here for hours. There’s no way you can sit here for another second without doing something. What can you do, though? You’re just a soft little Grizmallti from Dee’ja Peak armed with nothing but the need to protect your family. That self-deprecating thought gives you a light bulb above the head moment.
Pulling on your shoes as you go, you run outside. You sprint over to Gus’s and barrel in. He looks startled by the rough entrance but relaxes when he registers it’s you.
“What’s wrong?” he asks as he gets a good look at your face.
“She took my kid. Sola took my kid.”
***
The crumbs lead to the woods, which doesn’t really come as a surprise. Sola must have been seen going into these woods at some point for the rumor of her running off in there to have spread. The woods means Sola has the upper hand. She knows the terrain, the territory, and what lurks in the shadows. Din is at a substantial disadvantage, but it doesn’t really matter. He doesn’t hesitate following the crumbs into the sea of trees.
The crumbs die off pretty quickly once under the canopy of foliage. Luckily, Din can still make out Sola-sized footprints in the soft mossy ground. He finds some broken branches from where she’s stepped or passed through. Clearly, she’s confident enough to not bother even attempting to cover her tracks. Din keeps his blaster at the ready. This time, he won’t think twice about shooting whether she’s armed or not. A line has been crossed that can’t be uncrossed.
“Oh, I was hoping it would be you to follow me,” Sola’s perky voice echoes through the trees around him.
He stops walking to glance around. Visibility is low thanks to the sky being blotted out by leaves.
“Why is that?” he calls back, constantly looking in every direction, listening for any sign of where she is.
“Well, I should have the talk with you, right? About your intentions and all that good stuff,” her voice carries a teasing edge.
“My only intention right now is finally collecting that bounty,” he answers sharply.
“You’re a lively one, aren't’cha, Shiny?” she chuckles, voice sounding just a little further away.
She’s baiting him, trying to draw him deeper into the forest. It wouldn’t work normally, but Grogu is with her. Din can’t not follow. What he can do is try to piss her off enough to show herself.
“I will be compared to you when this is over,” he bites in response.
Sola’s laughter echoes around him.
“Oh, you’re funny. I like that in a man. Polliwog better be careful, I just might take you too,” she teases, “I know for a fact I’m more exciting.”
“Over my dead body.”
“That can be arranged,” she’s a little deeper in the woods now.
Din is getting an uneasy feeling in his gut. The sensation of eyes on the back of his neck sends a chill down his spine.
“So, do it then. Unless you’re scared,” Din challenges.
Sola lets out a dramatic sigh.
“Mm, that was a decent try, but I think I’ll wait for my friend to do the job for me,” she sneers.
“Your frien-” Din can’t finish the two-word question.
Something hard and heavy slams into his side, sending him flying into a tree. The tree lets out a CRACK as the bark splits where he impacts it. Din grunts and lifts his head to find a large set of teeth in front of him, sharp and dripping with saliva. The teeth belong to a creature Din has never seen before. It has two large hind legs, two shorter arms with razor-sharp claws, a nose like a bat, black eyes like a deep sea creature, and thin wiry fur sparsely covering splotchy skin.
Din uses the tree to help himself up as the creature breathes heavily at him, blinking vertical eyelids. He has one arm holding his torso, pretty sure there are at least a couple of broken ribs to take care of later. Hopefully. No, you promised. There will be a later, Din silently scolds himself. His other hand points his blaster at the creature.
“Sola, you’re taller than I remember,” Din grunts sarcastically at the thing.
“You haven’t even scratched the surface of what this forest has to offer,” Sola chuckles, sounding closer this time.
“I’d like to keep it that way,” he mutters to himself.
The creature lunges for Din again, but this time he’s able to throw himself out of the way. It slams its head into the tree, earning another CRACK. There’s a moment of silence, the creature stunned by the head blow. Then the tree lets out a groan.
Din takes the second he has to pull the trigger. The blaster hits the creature square in the back, but its hide is thicker than it looks. It just makes the thing roar angrily. The tree continues to groan. Din can hear Sola curse and pinpoints her in the tree that’s about to fall. He sees her moving fluidly through the branches like she’s done it a million times before. Right when she’s about to leap from the falling tree to the next, Din shoots her. The shot hits home on her thigh, causing her to fumble her landing.
She slips as her leg buckles from the pain, hissing. Then she’s hanging by her armpits fifteen feet off the ground. There’s a cloth bag hanging off her back that’s squirming. Din aims his blaster up at her head.
“Let him go,” he orders cooly.
“How much you offering for him?” she asks tauntingly, struggling to get herself up since she can’t swing her bad leg without crying out in pain.
Din must have hit bone. Good.
“Your life,” he spits.
“Not enough, gonna need more,” she grunts, attempting to use her full upper body strength on the branch that’s beginning to look precarious.
She must have only meant to hop onto and right off that branch because no way will it hold her weight long-term. Din opens his mouth to respond, but a low guttural growl stops him. He sighs and turns his attention back to the creature that’s recovered from its pained stupor. It readies itself to charge at him, but the tree is so close to falling. If Din can stall it, maybe he can trap it beneath the tree.
As it starts charging, Din begins firing his blaster at it. Each hit causes the creature’s footsteps to falter backward from the force. He’s too busy biding his time to hear the thud of Sola landing mostly on her uninjured leg. He doesn’t until the tree’s groaning finally becomes splintering as the tree falls forward, horizontal from Din’s current perspective. He’s waiting to let off one more blast, trying to time it to get most of the creature beneath the trunk. Right when he’s about to pull the trigger, white-hot pain shoots through his thigh.
His gaze snaps down as he grunts in pain. Sola has a knife buried to its hilt in the side of his thigh. She herself is on her stomach on the ground. Her leg is worse off from allowing herself to drop from the tree.
“Now we match,” she smirks, despite being in pain.
“Dank farrik,” Din hisses, pointing his blaster down at Sola.
The tree comes crashing down, missing the creature without Din’s final blaster shot. Its ferocious roar gains Din’s attention. He’s sure it’s over for all three of them. He’s sure Sola’s total disregard for her own life just doomed Grogu’s and his own. It’s a strange weightless feeling he’s experienced before, the certainty that he’s about to die. For once, it’s a feeling that wrenches his heart. It’s a feeling that leaves him distraught instead of numb acceptance.
The creature pounces, Sola is cackling from the forest floor behind him, and his last thought is the image of his little family together on that cushy seat at home.
Din’s eyes widen as the creature is knocked sideways when it’s only inches away. His gaze follows its limp body slide a few feet. What looks like a small harpoon is through its neck. In complete and utter confusion, he looks in the direction it came from, nearly dropping his blaster at what he finds.
A breath of relief rattles out when your eyes meet Din’s visor. You watch his shoulders drop in relief, his grip on his blaster going loose, and a tilt of his head that makes you think he’s on the verge of tears.
Gus is breathing heavily beside you, his giant crossbow lowered. Melda is at your flank with another harpoon in her hands, Luka at hers with a quiver of them. A family that usually only deals in credits and sharp words has come together to help fight for yours. Sola curses angrily when she sees the group. Din lets out a breath that sounds a lot like your name. Grogu can be heard gurgling as he struggles against the bag on Sola’s back.
Sola heaves herself up onto her heels, her hand flies up, and hits the knife sticking out of Din’s thigh. He drops to his knee with a pained groan, giving her the opportunity to take his blaster. Melda is quickly reloading Gus’s crossbow that he already has aimed at Sola. Sola has Din’s blaster aimed between your eyes but doesn’t pull the trigger. She sees Gus’s weapon pointed at her fully loaded.
“Let’s put an end to this, Sola,” you plead.
Din looks helplessly between the three of you. If Gus lets that harpoon go it’ll impale Grogu with Sola.
“Maker, why do you care so much about this thing?” she groans in irritation.
“That thing is a child- my child,” you snap back.
Din is soothed by your voice and awed by your words.
“Please, it’s just some little beast you picked up off the street,” Sola snaps back.
Your nostrils flare, fists clench, and you’re ready to take over Gus’s crossbow.
“Let. Him. Go,” you demand, voice lethal.
“You’ll have to kill me,” she taunts with a smile.
“Sola, don’t do this. Just let the youngling go and no one has to get any more hurt,” Gus calls to her.
She sends him a nasty glare.
“You got the credits to convince me, shopkeep,” she spits.
“I got the harpoon to,” he gives his weapon a little shake for emphasis.
“Funny, you think I care about a little thing like livin’,” she snickers.
You shake your head in horror. Whoever this is in front of you isn’t your sister. No, she stopped being your sister long ago. You just didn’t know how low she had sunk.
“How did you get like this, Sola?” you ask, heartbroken.
“I’ve always been like this, Polliwog. You were just too soft to see it.”
So much happens at once. There’s the sound of the blaster, a shout, a scuffle, and the blaster again. When you blink you’re looking up at the trees. You scrunch your eyebrows in confusion. As you start to sit up a whole bunch of people rush to your side forcing you back down. Everything feels slow and muted. You try to sit up again, a little annoyed, but gentle hands push you back down.
“What-”
“You need to stay down. Please, you need to stay down,” Din’s modulated voice tells you.
His voice makes everything snap into focus. The pain finally registers. You look down at your torso. Your side is bleeding where it’s searing in pain. It’s not a clean hit. It’s a nasty graze, but it’s bleeding profusely. Din is applying pressure with his gloved hands. You cry out as the pain takes over.
“I know, I know. The pain is temporary, I promise,” he assures you.
“Grogu,” you grunt out, trying to get up again.
“Stay down. He’s okay, he’s fine. We got him,” he tells you.
You stop trying to get up, allowing yourself to fully lay back.
“Sola?” you ask, but you have a feeling you know the answer.
“She’s… she’s gone.”
You just nod, numb to the grief. Luka helps to carry your weight once a tourniquet is tied around your torso. Gus has Din’s arm over his shoulder and Melda is holding Grogu. You reach your hand out to him when you see him. There’s a moment when he’s able to hold your finger and you smile at him.
“We’re gonna have a talk about leaving the house alone when we get home, young man,” you tell him tearfully.
You’re so relieved he’s okay. Din watches you take your hand back. He watches Grogu coo worriedly after you. He’s truly so relieved he could pass out. That could also be the blood loss.
“Don’t worry. Doc’s got bacta that’ll have you both healed up in a matter of hours,” Gus assures him.
Din nods, not having it in him to talk. The way out of the forest feels so much longer than it took to get in. Din understands why these woods are so dangerous, he hadn’t even known he’d gone this far. He’s just glad he’s on his way out with you and Grogu.
***
It’s been a week and it still hurts. You wish it didn’t. You feel guilty that it does. Sola kidnapped Grogu to sell him. She tried to kill Din. She tried to kill you. Yet, knowing she’s gone hurts.
When you fall quiet and gaze out the window, thinking a little too hard Din starts to worry. He worries you blame him for being behind the trigger. He worries you won’t be able to take being in the same space as him anymore. You assure him it’s the opposite on both fronts. Especially when he did it for no other reason than to protect you and Grogu. He never even collected the bounty on her.
“I’m sorry,” he whispers when you’re tangled up together at night.
“Don’t ever be sorry for saving us,” you whisper back earnestly.
Your hand caresses his cheek in the way you know he likes. Scratching his facial hair just enough for him to close his eyes in contentment. Once he eases enough you press a gentle kiss to his lips.
“I love you,” you tell him as you pull away.
“I love you too, mesh’la.”
***
Naboo is humid this time of year. It’s muggy, damp, moist, all the worst things to be when it’s so damn hot. It’s the type of boiling humidity that Din can feel creep across his skin under his armor. Yet, he wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.
You’re set up at your usual spot by the river. Except now, over a year later, you know what lies beyond it. Grogu basks happily in the sun on a little blanket beside you. You’re painting an army of frogs that are on the riverbank, some in mud and some in the sun.
Din watches from a distance for a minute. He’s coming back from Theed, the planet’s capital. It isn’t too often, but now and then he’ll take up work there. Nothing too bad. Mostly he finds people subverting the Naboo government, but it pays well. He’s always bringing you things, which you can’t complain about. If he’s gone overnight it’s never for long, never more than a few days. Then when he’s back, he stays attached to you. Some part of his skin is always touching yours.
“Good afternoon, mesh’la,” he says when he’s close enough.
You look over your shoulder with a large smile. Grogu perks up at Din’s voice as well.
“Din, I thought you’d be gone another day,” you get up to hug him.
He’s only been gone a day, but any time apart feels like forever. Without a thought, Din takes off his helmet. His smile is dazzling. He kisses your forehead, then your lips, before putting his helmet back on. It’s been like this for a few months now. He won’t keep it off for long, but he’s more comfortable taking off the helmet briefly in public. Whenever home, the helmet is retired to the bedroom. Din has found a happy middle ground between the Mandalorian he was and the Mandalorian he hopes to be.
“Got lucky with a lead and it led me home early,” he explains as he scoops Grogu up.
“Let me pack up and we can head home.”
“Have you had lunch?” he asks knowingly.
“Grogu has,” you smile innocently.
“I’ll make you those noodles you like.”
Your smile turns warm and gooey. He helps you carry your things with Grogu on his hip. You tell him what the two of you have been up to, how Gus brought dinner the night before just to have a reason to check in. Din goes to the bedroom to remove his armor. You give Grogu his crayons and the little sketchbook you bought him. Once he’s set up at the coffee table, Din reappears in only his flight suit.
“What’s that?” you ask when you notice him holding something in his closed fist.
“I found someone in Theed who knows how to work with beskar,” he tells you.
You study his nervous features and nod for him to continue. He holds out his empty right hand. You place your left one in his open palm curiously. The cold beskar bites your finger for a moment before your skin acclimates. When his hand is gone there’s a shiny beskar band around your fourth finger, a perfect fit. Your wide eyes shoot up to Din’s face.
“This way each of us carries beskar. Even when we’re apart it’s a way for us to always be together,” he says softly.
Tears well up as you stare at him. You cradle his face and smile at him adoringly.
“I love you so much,” you say with a breath.
“I love you so much,” Din echoes your words and your smile.
Your lips meet in a frenzy. Both of you are desperate to be as close to one another as possible. The feel of his skin, of his lips, will never get old. Every time it feels new, sending shocks and butterflies throughout your body. This time is no exception.
Grogu cooing at your feet causes you to pull apart. He peers up at the two of you and brandishes the paper in his little hand. You pick him up, accepting the paper. He still works in scribbles, but they’re more intelligible now. A messy gray circle for Din’s head, and another for his body. Then a smaller green circle for Grogu’s head and a brown one for his body. Finally, there’s you with a blue head and brown body. Beneath the three of you is green grass. Between you are more scribbles to connect the three of you.
“A beautiful family portrait,” you compliment lovingly.
“It’s very accurate. That looks just like us,” Din agrees with a soft smile.
“I think this one should go on the wall,” you decide.
Din nods in agreement. Grogu gurgles joyfully. You use tape to stick the drawing to the wall amongst a collection of others Grogu has made.
“We’re going to need a bigger wall soon,” Din notes.
“It’s not my fault all he makes are masterpieces,” you whine.
Din chuckles.
“No, it’s not, but maybe we should consider finding something with more space,” he suggests.
You give him a surprised smile.
“Like a bigger house?”
“Yes, like a bigger house,” he nods.
It’s a heart-racing idea. You’ve already been living together for more than a year really, when you account for the time on the Crest. This is another level of commitment, though. Din really wants to put down deep roots with you. He wants to secure his life here and it fills you to the brim with joy.
“I think that sounds like an excellent idea,” you agree.
Din takes you and Grogu into his arms. The three of you remain like that for a good while, a nesting doll of love. Din encases you encasing Grogu in a warm embrace. It feels like everything in the galaxy has come together just for this perfect moment to happen. This perfect moment for this perfect little family nestled in the Gallo Mountains of Nabu.
taglist: @a-rose-of-amber, @itzagoodthing
#din djarin x gn!reader#din djarin x reader#din djarin x you#mando x reader#mando x you#the mandalorian x reader#the mandalorian x gn!reader#the mandalorian fanfiction#the mandalorian#grogu#down the din hole i go
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Donnie 2018 :*saca su teléfono* muy bien chicos quédense quietos para la foto 😃😁📱📸* toma la foto*listo nos vemos muy geniales y especial a mi 😄😏✨
Leo 2018 :*mirá la foto*wow Donnie nos vamos grandiosos 😀🤩👔✨* se acomoda su corbata* nos vemos geniales con estos esmonquins para llevar a nuestras chicas al baile 😄😘🕺💃✨💝💞💕
Rafael 2018 : sí es increíble que la chica nos invitaron a baile de la secundaria🙂😊🏫🎶🎵 No queríamos que ellas vayan solas😟🥺💖💕❣️*aprieta sus puños*Oh pero si un tonos chicos intentar coquetearlas se las verá con nosotros 😡🤬🤜🫷
Mikey 2018 : tranquilo Raph Todo va a estar bien☺️😉*acomoda su moño*cuando las chicas nos vea con nuestros esmonqui mira que somos geniales 😏🤩👔💖💕💗* saca una flor de su bolsillo* también les daremos una lindas flores sus favoritas ☺️😄🌼🌸💝❣️💗
Donnie 2018 :*hace una pose*Así es hermanito las chica Se volverá locas por nosotros Porque somos ardientes😏😘❤️🔥💕💘💖
Leo 2018 : Si, Dee, ya lo sabemos sacaste esa frase en una telenovela 😒🙄📺* saca un tulipan en su bolsillo*(pensamientos💭) espero que mi amada le guste los tulipanes 🥰😄🌷💝💘💕por que los bailes siempre un caballero le da flores a una bella dama 😊😉🎩💖❣️💞💓
Raph 2018 : ¿dónde podrá estar nuestras chicas?🤨🤔 *mira su reloj*ya pasó una hora😟😕⌚ nos pidieron que nos quedaríamos aquí la secundaria para esperarlas 🫤🙁🏫
Stefany 2018, Anastasia 2018, April 2018 and Candy 2018 :*se acercan a los chicos*hola guapo 😉😊😄☺️👋💕💓💘💞lamentamos por la tardanza es que nos estábamos arreglando para vernos muy hermosas 😘🥰😏😉😃👗👠💄💅
@inspiredwriter
Leo 2018, Raph 2018, Donnie 2018 and Mikey 2018: *Look at the girls amd blushes* Woaaaah~!!!!😃😍😲😛💗💖💘💝💞 *Whistle loudly*
Leo 2018: *Hugs Stefany around the waist* My kitty, you look wonderful😄😍💗💘🩷💕 *Gives her a tulip* I have a flower for you, it’s as beautiful as you😏🌷💓💖💕
Stefany 2018: *Takes the tulip* Haha, thank you Leo, you look beautiful too🤭🥰💖💘💕 *Kisses Leo on the corner of his lips* Muah~😚💋💗❣️💞 Will you take me to the ballroom?😉💓💗💕
Leo 2018: No questions, my love😁😏💝🩷💘💞 *Continues to hug Stefany and enters the school*
Mikey 2018: *Gives Anastasia a bouquet of flowers* Your beauty dazzles me, my princess, you look brilliant!😃😍👗💓💖💝💕
Anastasia 2018: *Blushes and takes a bouquet of flowers* Haha, are you sure, hunny?😄🥰💖🩷💞 Doesn't the dress look too gloomy?🤨👗🖤
Mikey 2018: Not at all, it suits you very well, my love😁🥰💗💓❣️💞 *Hugs Anastasia's waist* You look like Audrey Hepburn, only even more beautiful😀😍💝💘💕
Anastasia 2018: *Takes Mikey by the hand* I'm glad you liked it🥰💓💖🩷💞 *Kisses Mikey on the cheek* Muah~😚💗💘💞 Let's go dance now!😆🕺💃💓❣️💕 *Enters the school*
Donnie 2018: *Hugs April's waist* You're just stunning, babe, I can't wait to dance with you🥰😘💘💝🩷💕
April 2018: Thank you, Donnie, you look incredible too😄🥰👔💖💗💞
Donnie 2018: This is not the only beautiful thing you will see tonight, my love😁😏💖💘❣️💕 *Kneels down and holds out the box to April* Accept this humble gift as a sign of my eternal love😆🎁💝💓💗💞
April 2018: Ah, okay, Dee😯🤗🎁💝💗💕 *Opens the box and takes out a necklace* Wow, this is an excellent gift, thank you, baby😃😍📿💓❣️💖💞 *Kisses Donnie on the lips* Mmmmuah~😚💋💝💘💕 *Puts on the necklace* Now let's go, I want to start dancing soon!😆😍🕺💃💗💓💖💕 *Takes Donnie by the hand and runs into school*
Donnie 2018: Whoa, whoa, take it easy, beauty, we're not late😅😁💝💖💞
Raph 2018: *Approaches Candy* Wow, little flower, you are so beautiful😍🥰💗💝❣️💞 *Kisses Candy on the hand* Muah~😚💓💖💕 Do you want that strong man to take you in his arms😏💪💘🩷💗💕
Candy 2018: Of course, big man, with pleasure😃😍💓💖❣️💕 *Jumps into Raph’s arms and kisses him on the neck* Muah~😚💋💗🩷💞
Raph 2018: Woah, do you order to be taken to the ballroom, beauty?😏🥰💝💘💗💞 *Enters school*
Candy 2018: Exactly, Raphi~😄😁💓💖❣️💕
@swagreecrown
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If yyou haven't answered them yet, here come questions
V: Are there certain comments you’ve received on your stories that have stuck with you?
W: What is your favorite pairing to write? Favorite pairing to read?
Please and have a lovely day ^^
I haven't! Thank you very much for asking them!
Day has been nice, I hope yours was/will be lovely as well!
Tis the prompt list
V: Are there certain comments you’ve received on your stories that have stuck with you?
Mh. I am deeply grateful for any comment that I get.
I'll reply with two things:
First, comments on stuff I write involving other people's OC.
I always get SO nervous that positive feedback melts my knees. :"D
Thank you all for lending me your babies. Take mine as you'd like.
Then, having one user that punctually comments to each chapter of She of Many Names, which is an AU that was so haphazard, from a fandom and some books I never thought I would have dared touching in fanfic...
But: if you ever wrote a comment, some nice tags, reblogged my work or spoke to me about it directly, I'm extremely grateful, really. But continuous comments on each chapter? Oh damn, that was something unexpected that made me go... "Yeah, go your weirdest, maybe you're not that bad at plotting".
Also: receiving prompts. Each prompt received is a "Yes write more please" and I just...
W: What is your favorite pairing to write? Favorite pairing to read?
To write: with no one's surprise, cullavellan.
Platonically I'm chewing Solas&Inquisitor Lavellan like crazy. I do love Solas to shitpost about <3
And: Mahariel x Morrigan. Just - URGH. *shakes them both in a glass jar*
(also because there's little about them >:( )
To read: Fenhawke has some excruciatingly angsty and hurt/comfort fics.
Female Hawke x Merrill (there are a little too many takes with Merrill that is naive and inexperienced and a scaredy cat that I don't like. But when it's done good... *chef's kiss*)
Morrigan x Leliana has some interesting takes too.
I do love me some good Dorian x Cullen (listen- listen.)
I'm all for rarepairs but there's so little about them that *grumbles*
Also give me a well written Zevran, please. More Zevran for everyone.
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Dalish Week 2. Craft
I miss spinning yarn (and holding babies!) so I decided Merrill should. 💚 For @dalish-appreciation-week
“Hail,” called a gentle voice. “Over here! Dread Wolf!”
Solas started, his shoulders immediately tensing at the accusation. They relaxed down from near his ears when he saw who called to him — Hawke’s wife, Merrill, flagged him down with waves of her slender hand. The other held a babe on her lap.
He crossed from one encampment to another, bidding farewell to the elder whose stories he’d been listening to, and settled beside Merrill on the grass. He tucked his bare feet beneath him and took the blue roving that she suddenly thrust towards him with her free hand.
“Hold this please, Dread Wolf,” she said, her eyes sparkling with mirth. “Ghilana keeps trying to eat it. And halla wool is no good for little tummies, is it?”
She’d cooed this last at the babe in her grasp, who babbled and frowned in response. She reached up towards her mamae’s face with grasping fingers — Merrill stuck an apple into her hands to keep her occupied. Solas chuckled to himself when Ghilana immediately brought it to her mouth and tried to bite it with her gums.
“Thank you for your help,” Merrill said, settling her baby on her knees and raising both hands to handle a spindle. “I promised Fellenaste a new girdle, and at this rate I won’t finish before the Arlathvhen itself is over. I‘m of no mood to send it by messenger all the way from the Free Marches.”
Solas watched, fascinated, as she spun a length of yarn with the magically-aided spindle. Merrill expertly kept it spinning with whispers of will, rather than pausing every few moments to twirl its top by hand. When he looked at Ghilana, he found the babe watching with the same enraptured expression as he supposed he too must wear.
“Is this in the style of your clan?” he finally asked.
“Oh no,” Merrill laughed. “Hahren in Kirkwall taught me. I learned much from my alienage brothers and sisters. Clan Sabrae relied more on leather-woven goods than spun yarns. But the pattern I chose for the girdle is purely Dalish, you’ll see.”
“And the colour,” he asked, “it is not natural?”
“It is dyed with woad, Dread Wolf,” Merrill confirmed with a wrinkle of her nose and a smile. “Have you seen wool come off halla this shade of blue in your dreams, Roamer of the Beyond?”
He had to laugh at that — it barked from him with the force of his surprise. “No, I have not. Forgive me.”
“Nothing to forgive!” Merrill smiled broadly at him, then paused to wind the yarn onto her spindle before continuing. “You’re learning. Ask all the questions you like.”
#dragon age#solas#merrill#dalish week 2022#dalish#my writing#they’re all at an arlathvhen having a good time
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Goeth Before Destruction // A Solas playlist
Arranged chronologically, over the rise and fall of two narrative arcs.
[ Full playlist - Spotify version // Full playlist - YouTube version ]
Arc One
Rebellion, rise:
Dear God - Lawless, Sydney Wayser
But all the people that you made in your image
See them starving on their feet
Cause they don't get enough to eat from God(s)
I can't believe in you
Murky - Saint Mesa
Dizzy us, manipulate
Feel the power, start to fall
Kill my brother, curse my name
Murky water covers all
Which Witch - Florence + The Machine
Who's a heretic now?
Am I making sense?
How can you make it stick?
Now that I’m on trial?
Waiting 'til the beat comes out
Who's a heretic, child?
Throne - Saint Mesa
Believe there's freedom, took my soul
I'll burn your shit alive
and take the throne
Rebellion, fall:
World on Fire - Klergy
If you close your eyes and you pick a side
Will you find yourself broken and heartless?
In a world on fire, in a world on fire
Land of All - Woodkid
I took a chance to build a world of mine
A one way ticket for another life
On a petrol stained sailboat
Achilles Come Down – Gang of Youths
Loathe the way they light candles in Rome
But love the sweet air of the votives
Hurt and grieve but don't suffer alone
Engage with the pain as a motive
(Interlude - “Now you must endure”)
My Body is a Cage - Peter Gabriel
I'm living in an age
Whose name I don't know
Though the fear keeps me moving
Still my heart beats so slow
My body is a cage
Flesh and Bone - Black Math
I walk alone, beside myself
Nowhere to go
This bleeding heart
Is in my hands, I fell apart
Iron - Woodkid
A million miles from home
I’m walking ahead
I’m frozen to the bones
A soldier on my own
I don’t know the way
Dear Fellow Traveller - Sea Wolf
You spoke my language and touched my limbs
It wasn't difficult to pull me from myself again
And in our travels, we found our roads
You held it like a mirror, showing me the life I chose
Arc Two
Love, rise:
Falling, Catching - Agnes Obel
🎶
Dancing After Death (Stripped) - Matt Maeson
If I don't get better than this man in my skin
If I let go, would you hold on, would we fly?
Is it safer if we just say that we tried?
Are we laughing at the danger?
Are we dancing after death, you and I?
Sunlight - Hozier
Each day, you'd rise with me
Know that I would gladly be
The Icarus to your certainty
Oh, my sunlight, sunlight, sunlight
Strap the wing to me
Death trap clad happily
With wax melted, I'd meet the sea
Under sunlight, sunlight, sunlight
Power - Isak Danielson
I was lost until I found me in you
I saw a side of me that I was scared to
But now I hear my name and I'm running your way
Technicolour Beat - Oh Wonder
And I feel life for the very first time
Love in my arms and the sun in my eyes
I feel safe in the 5am light
You carry my fears as the heavens set fire
Love, fall:
Alive - Amarante
I wanna touch your skin
I wanna know you again
I wanna feel your light
I hope we last the night
Run Baby Run - The Rigs
Look, can you see behind these eyes
Can you see what isn't there
The truth dressed up in lies
Oh, daylight' dying
Run, baby, run, baby run
Little Lion Man - Mumford & Sons
But it was not your fault but mine
And it was your heart on the line
I really fucked it up this time
Didn't I, my dear?
The Hearse (Stripped) - Matt Maeson
I am the man we both couldn’t stand,
I can’t wash off the dirt from my hands,
What was it like to feel in love?
What was it like to feel in love?
Image credits :
Bioware Facebook [ x ]
Nick Thornborrow [ x ]
“King of a Dead World”, Nipuni [ x ]
Other playlists :
[ Ellana Lavellan // Roses Where Thorns Grow, Part I: Graft ]
[ Ellana Lavellan // Roses Where Thorns Grow, Part II: Roots ]
[ Coda/Prologue ]
#I spent actual years on this#not an exaggeration#prioritizing personal arcs with lyrics and overall mood#agonising over song order to ensure it told a story#things like the narrative shift between 'throne' and 'world on fire'#and the stripped Matt Maeson tracks bookending a doomed romance#I listen to it whenever I need to get into his headspace#maybe someone else will like it too#playlist#character playlist#writing adjacent
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i saw a post today about anders and all of the "wasted potential" of his character and i was like oh yeah they never really delve into how he wants freedom for mages but never really moves past the chantry dogma about magic and spirits and demons to the extent that he'll lecture merrill, someone who grew up outside of that perspective, about it and he never seems to think the chantry could be wrong. and he also cares little to nothing about the elves or slavery and even seems to support the tevinter imperium simply because mages have freedom there even though they also have horrible civil rights abuses. would be an interesting thread to follow if you could discuss all of these contradictions in his mindset in game and it's a shame you can't right?
nope the post was full of examples like "well he's from the anderfels what's up with that" and "you know he met the king of ferelden once how come that never comes up"
and then the post evolved in to criticisms over how he's framed in dai and it's a shame he's always seen as a villain and hmmm bioware must have have some sort of agenda there hmmmm but like. y'all. he's framed that way by characters like varric, whose home he destroyed, cassandra, a devout chantry supporter, vivienne, the strongest supporter of the circles, and even fiona, who does agree with mage freedom as an idea, rightly believes that blowing up a building is not the most politically convenient way to achieve that goal. these are not people who think of him as a hero. interestingly the only dai character i can think of that seems somewhat sympathetic to anders's actions is solas. if the inquisitor expresses opposition to mage freedom because of that one who blew up a chantry that one time solas sarcastically says something like "oh yeah and that was completely unprovoked right?"
i tangented. anyways my point was the post annoyed me because it frames all of this as "poor writing" and poor baby anders isn't getting the place of pride he deserves in the narrative by not exploring all the ways his backstory could have been fleshed out when none of that is integral to his actual character arc? none of that ties in the themes of his character? like by all means all of that certainly enriches the world and the character and it is a shame that because da2 was so rushed bioware couldn't include all these variables from origins and awakening that anders ties into. but your fave not being the writers' pet is not "poor writing" jfc.
#madelyn rambles#fandom critical#also there was a reblog#that was like 'well anders couldn't have been in dai bc he would have suspected solas immediately'#no he fucking would not what are you talking about!#solas supports mage freedom and as far as anders is concerned that's all that matters#he doesn't give a shit about ancient elven secrets#doubt he could even name all the evanuris let alone be suspect of a non-city elf that doesn't revere them
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I'm incapable of choosing just 1 or 2 questions, oops! 💖
Aila/Alistair - 2, 7, 16
Adahlen/Solas - 3, 19, 31
i dont know what possessed me but i loves these questions so much i wrote a lot ! so here u go !! <3
aila x alistair
2. What would they do if the other woke in a manic state after a nightmare?
Grey wardens and their nightmares am i right ? Both of them had really bad nightmares before killing the archdemon, but Aila suffered from nightmares most of her life already. They morphed her fears of her father, of the circle, n everything she went through there, with the archdemon stuff n it rlly fucked her up. She’d toss and turn and scream herself awake, on these occasions Alistair wraps his arms around her and brings her to his chests, stroking her hair gently. He’d hush her and reassure her of where she was, safe with him.
when Aila was not able to sleep (which was most of the time), she would see alistair struggling in his sleep, and get as close as she could to him with her ear against his heart and hug him gently, listening as his heartbeat and breathing became calm again.
7. Would they build a pillow fort together just because?
yes !!! god of course, this is very them, and they would make it everyone elses problem too.
alistair: STEN! give me your pillows
sten: no.
alistair: but your kadan is my girlfriend!
sten: something i still do not understand.
aila: wow morrigan youre looking hotter than ever, new necklace?
morrigan: yes. you gave it to me. what do you want ?
aila: …… gimme ur blankeys….
morrigan: take them. i dont want to know.
16. Can they stay up all night just talking?
Thats like all they did the first few weeks of knowing eachother. they would move their cots a little closer to eachother and talk for hours staring at the stars. Alistair would mindlessly throw logs on the fire listening to Aila intently as she goes on about flowers, herbs, arcane histories and silly shit her few friends (jowan n anders) use to get up to. And she would stare at him wide eyed as he told her stories of duncan and his warden friends. They wouldve continued but wynne and zevran complained about losing sleep coz they wouldnt shut up. They continued once they started sharing a tent lmao.
adahlen x solas
3. Do they wear the other’s clothes? (sweatshirt, bandana, necklace, etc.)
oh yeah Adahlen is a little thief n she always takes Solas stuff lmao. she usually just likes to wear his necklace or sleep in his tunic. But the first time she wore his tunic as an undershirt everyone in skyhold was like
Shes pretty small so he cant really fit in her clothes but he ALWAYS steals her fave blanket and uses it for naps.
19. How do they feel about PDA?
Solas is surprisingly fine with it as long as its not too inappropriate, sometimes even so he shocks her by how affectionate he actually is in front of others. Sera would say some shit about them to tease him and hed just grab Ada and smooch her. At first Adahlen was actually so nervous about it though, like she wants to do pda but shes like “oh no what if he doesnt, will he think im weird, oh gods oh fuck” coz sadness alert, solas is her first love, lonely baby. But while she’s distracted vibrating from anxiety, he would just grab her hand and kiss her head as hes really perceptive of her emotions.
31. Can they sit side by side without touching the other or are they handsy? (lacing fingers, touching knees, etc.)
absolutely not lmao, solas likes to think adahlen is the touchiest out of them but they both cant help mindlessly grabbing onto the other, neither of them even notice until varric is like “i gotta write that shit down” because it’s embarrassing, they practically stand on top of one another.
#aila amell#oc: aila amell#oc asks#otp asks#alistair#adahlen x solas#oc: adahlen lavellan#adahlen lavellan#headcanons
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[ FIVE TOUCHES ] send for five times our muses almost touch and the one time they do.
[ FIVE TOUCHES ] send for five times our muses almost touch and the one time they do.
1) ༻῾¦، Sola ;
She was a girl of 6 with untied shoelaces, braid undone and tears streaming down her cheeks while she ran down the busy Roman streets at night. People paused to gawk but she was already gone before they could notice that there was no parent running behind her. She stopped in the first quiet and empty place that she could find - the graveyard. Sniffling, Vivianne nestled beneath a tree, hugging her legs close to her and trying to catch her breath in the quiet.
“Oh my,” said a woman’s voice. Vivianne’s head jerked up at the sound and she poised to jump up when the stranger put a hand up placatingly. “No, no, don’t worry, mija! I’m not here to scare you, I’m just passing through same as you.” The little girl seemed to relax a little but not enough to stop tensing and staring up at her.
“Are you okay?”
Vivianne sniffed but didn’t answer, and that was answer enough.
“I’ll just… sit right here with you if that’s okay?” There was a moment of hesitation before the young witch finally nodded and Marisol sat down a few feet away. It was clear the little girl was skittish so they both stayed in their place and sat for what might have been half an hour before the little girl finally got up, dusting off her dirty leggings.
“I-I want to go home,” Vivianne murmured, done crying now and staring silently at her shoes.
“Could I walk you?”
In that short amount of time, the little girl had decided the stranger could be trusted enough and she nodded slowly. But when Marisol extended her hand, she took a step back. No hand holding then, thought the Reaper.
As they were walking out of the graveyard together, Marisol looked back down at the little girl walking beside her.
“What’s your name, mija?”
Vivianne seemed to like the nickname, face softening slightly at the sound of it before she replied. “… Vivianne.”
“My name is Marisol.”
Vivianne glanced up at Marisol, considering her. But she didn’t say anything else as the two walked.
2) ༻῾¦، Cimitero ;
It would be another year before Marisol found Vivianne at the graveyard again. This time, the little girl’s tears had dried on her cheeks and she was staring down at a fresh grave and new gravestone with a baby angel carved into it.
“Vivianne?”
She looked behind her, startled.
“It’s me… Remember? Marisol?” The woman smiled so kindly and looked so maternal that Vivianne found herself relaxing, remembering her from over a year ago.
“What are you looking at, mija?”
Vivianne glanced back at the gravestone, frowning. “This was a little boy… Is he in heaven now?”
There was a moment of hesitation and Vivianne looked up at Marisol. “Please do not lie,” she said softly. “Adults lie so much.”
There was a sad smile on her face. “Well… Where we go after we die is a mystery, even to me. I don’t know if where we go when he die looks like how you think heaven looks like, with fluffy clouds and all the ice-cream you can eat.” Her smile was so silly that Vivianne returned it. But it softened and Marisol bent down to see the child at eye level. “but I promise you, mija, that most spirits find peace… Especially little ones like him.”
The two looked at the gravestone and Vivianne started tearing up.
“I don’t want to die,” Vivianne whispered. But before Marisol could reach out to touch her or respond, she turned away. “… I’m going home to Father.” She didn’t say another word, nor looked back.
3) ༻῾¦، Domanda ;
Marisol would find her again a few months later. This time, Vivianne was clear eyed and under the same tree she’d been under over a year ago. She was looking around and her eyes widened when she saw Marisol. She perked up as though she’d been expecting her.
“Are you a Reaper?” Vivianne asked immediately, not giving the other space or time to greet her. There wasn’t fear in her eyes, nor apprehension when she walked the question. It was curiousity on her face and something strangely akin to sympathy.
Marisol smiled and nodded. “Clever girl, how did you know?”
“I’m a witch,” she replied. “I know lots of things.”
“Well, witch Vivianne… it’s very nice to see you again.” Vivianne smiled brightly. But when she approached and looked curiously at Marisol’s arm, it seemed as though she hesitated.
“Were you looking for me?” Marisol asked her. “How are you doing, sweetheart?”
Vivianne wanted to touch her, to see if she was corporeal like the books said. She wasn’t alive but then how was she there? All those people she’d seen die… could they become like Marisol? Vivianne wondered all these things privately but she couldn’t bring herself to test the theory, nor to ask her. She couldn’t bring herself to imagine those dead people coming back to haunt her, to hurt her with their own hands.
“No, I just… I was going to get ice-cream.”
“All alone?” Marisol frowned.
Vivianne nodded as though nothing was wrong.
Then Marisol smiled hopefully. “Could I… come with you then?”
Vivianne nodded, wondering if Reapers really could eat and try food. But jt was another question that hounded her since she’d met Marisol that she asked instead. “What does mija mean,” she mused as they exited together.
“It means daughter in Spanish… but it could be used as an affectionate term for any little girl that you like.”
Vivianne seemed interested and smiled shyly up at her. “I found that my dad- my- other dad… was from Cuba and Spain… Could you maybe teach me some more words?”
4) ༻῾¦، Sacrificio ;
It was only a few weeks since they’d gone out for ice creams and talked for hours. Marisol had stopped near where she’d dropped off Marisol almost 2 years ago, wondering if she was alright. She wouldn’t have expected the little girl to run out at that moment, her eyes wide with fear and her white dress caked with blood. The Reaper ran towards her and, when Vivianne noticed, she flinched and jumped back before she could get too close.
“Get away!” She screamed. Vivianne ran the other direction as a man came out of the building.
“Vivianne!” He yelled, ignoring Marisol and running towards her - looking more tired than concerned.
5) ༻῾¦، Perduto ;
It wouldn’t be for another 2 years that Marisol would find Vivianne again, but when she did it wasn’t at the graveyard or at her home. There was a new spirit to guide and he stood beside an alter, looking down at his mutilated body. Vivianne stood with him, a bloody knife in her hand. Her back was turned to Marisol and she did not know or see the spirit of the man that she had killed who was beside her.
But the man saw Marisol as Vivianne was busy chanting a spell. He floated back towards the Reaper, the uncertain feeling leaving him as he did. He no longer felt lost.
“She’s just a child,” he murmured, shaking his head. “I should be angry but… I know who really did this.” He put a finger up when Marisol opened her mouth to speak and shook his head, glancing back towards Vivianne. “… It’s fine. I know where I am going and I knew this day was coming. Please just… just help her.”
The spirit turned as though seeing something behind him. And when he walked towards it, he seemed to shimmer gold and then disappear. He was gone. And Vivianne had since finished her spell, grabbing onto something in front of her on the alter. She capped the bottle of blood with trembling hands and started to turn. When she saw Marisol, she dropped it in alarm.
Her hand came out, and she blurted out a spell to stop the red bottle from breaking on the ground. Vivianne fell to her knees, grabbing onto it and holding it close to her chest as though afraid anything else might happen to it. Her dress was stained red as before but Marisol still approached. And as Vivianne started to cry, she reached out. So the little girl rested her head against the woman’s chest and, for the first time in a very long time, someone held her as she cried.
#answer ✧ (every angel is terrifying.)#with marisol#// these take forever to finish but damn they worth it
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oh my god, Belphie is such a sweetheart! I love the little black spot on his nose and it looks like he has eyeliner and that is too cute! oh so when i called him escape artist i wasn't too far of huh? haha
I have 3 cats and one was an accident. My mom wanted a ragdoll so we got Tex, and we also got Slinky (a black house cat) so she would have a friend. Then I found a grey stray in my village and I took him in and named him Totmes, my baby. the girls don't like him very much (eww boys!🤢). Totmes and Slinky love the balcony but especially Totmes, he'll be there all day in the sun and I worry the sun will melt his brain or something.
So far Mass Effect is all right but I think I've come to the conclusion that I like fantasy more than sci-fi but maybe I am wrong and I'll be obsessed with it in a minute. The romance options for ME1 are... not great but I am planning to romance Liara in the first one at least and see how it turns out and then I might pursue someone else when the options open up in the second game. My brother played femshep and romanced Garrus so I want to do something different than that even tho he's so cool. For roleplay purposes I'll have Garrus as more of a best friend character to my femshep.
that's how I approached it in dragon age too. Varric was Hawke's bestie and Fenris was OBVIOUSLY the romance option cause he's just that good imo. In inquisition, Dorian was Lavellan's best friend and Solas was her romance option because of the DramaTM.
I try to play my characters as separate from me so sometimes I choose the mean option and I'm just like I'M SORRY I DIDNT MEAN TO BE MEAN BUT SHE WOULD SAY THAT AAAA. Lavellan was pretty grumpy at the end... well the beginning too because she never wanted to be the inquisitor.
ANYWAY mass effect has been difficult because the full dialogue isn't really what i expect from the little text option. sometimes it feels like the choices doesn't matter? idk but i'll figure it out!
this is the first time I've properly played D&D so it's a bit of a learning experience for me! what did you use to play as? ^^ 💜
He's precious 🥰 Haha, yeah, no, literally half an hour after I responded to you I found the front door open and him nowhere to be found. He's safe, he realized we found out and came running back 😂
Does Totmes have a lot of brain cells? Could be they are actually melting. I joke that Belphie killed his last brain cell when, the first day we got him, he forgot cars have windows and tried jumping out, only to smack his head into the window. I love when cats kinda choose you as their owner and not the other way around 😆 Your cats sound so precious 💕
I definitely think ME1 is the weakest of all the games. I wasn't super invested in it my first time around (and it's still a bit more of a chore to get through whenever I replay), so I don't blame you there. Just hold out until ME2, it's the game that made me fall in love with the series. Yeah the romances...are very lacking in 1. They branch out so much in 2 and 3.
GASP YOU ARENT GONNA ROMANCE GARRUS??? As someone who is a rabid Shakarian fan and can't romance anyone but the dumb turian boy, I am obligated to say you are making a mistake 😂 But if Garrus didn't exist, I'd probably romance Liara so 😆 Thane is also a good contender, you'll meet him in 2 😏
Dorian was my Lavellan's BFF too! I always imagine one going to the other like "GIRL GUESS WHAT." Tali/Liara always end up being my Shep's BFF. I imagine them having girl nights and gossiping a lot 😆
I didn't like how Inquisition just....ignored your origin. Like, when you play as a Lavellan, you don't follow the Maker. You might not even know how most shemlan cities operate! And you want me to be your religious idol??? No thanks! But nothing is ever done about it and it's frustrating.
I always tend to play as if I was in the MC's shoes. And it's helped me learn a lot about myself, tbh. But I can't be mean to most characters cause it makes me feel bad 😭 Unless they deserve it.
Choices do matter (: You'll see your choices echo through the games, in what ways you can approach missions (Paragon vs Renegade) and how people remember you (if you were rude or polite). How much attention you put into your teammates is a big mechanic in 2, for example. It's hard to see how your choices change things until 2, since y'know, first game and all. Keep at it!
I played as an elf rogue my first, and only time, playing DnD. That was my first ever exposure to DnD, so I knew nothing. Now that I know a lot more, I wanna play again and really lean into the roleplay and the shenanigans. Who are you playing as? :D
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Legacy Ask 2 : What we Became
(Aka the ask that confirms Blue Baby can type)
(Updates: Adding in three others (The Revenant, The Zealot, and The Static)
[Broken]: i came 2 the basement this way...
[Dauntless]: I'm pretty sure most of those wounds had to have come from somewhere else?
[Broken]: they wouldnt heal at first, but they r healing now! :)
[Dauntless]: My father did this to me in the past, so..
[Dauntless]: I guess my past came back to haunt me?
[Dauntless]: I've evolved from that since then. Everyone here is very nice to me after all, and genuinely so!
[Dauntless]: Instead of saying they are nice and... I'd rather not talk about it.
[Hoarder]: Why the fuck you'd care?
[Deceiver]: Just say it to get over it.
[Hoarder]: Fine, got banished down here because I kept on stealing stuff from others. The bag came from some creatures down here, and that's all I'm fuckin' saying before I get sentimental with another asker.
[Deceiver]: You never did though.
[Hoarder]: That's my point!
[Blue_Baby]: i die by eating poop. :D
[Hoarder]: It types.
[Benighted]: I honestly did not known they could do that.
[Blue_Baby]: corpse can type!
[Benighted]: That you can.
[Curdled]: Ah.. in p-pain? Sumptorium was at first lodged into m-my back, but then one of the monsters knocked it loose. W-Which just gave me more pain..
[Curdled]: I still feel that pain from time to time, b-but it isn't there anymore... so I'm not s-sure why.
[Hoarder]: You get phantom pains too?
[Curdled]: I..Is that what that is?
[Hoarder]: Yes.
[Harlot]: I get them sometimes too, sweetie.
[Savage]: Well, selling my soul was probably not a good idea in the long run. I'd rather not remember what happened next...
[Benighted]: Do you know about Hemoptysis?
[Benighted]: I was basically left coughing up blood after the.. incident.
[Benighted]: And I still have those bouts, and on occasions I uh.. throw up.
[Benighted]: Beth sometimes helps me clean up after vomiting. Most of the time we both hope nothing was melted by the blood.
[Enigma]: Dying.. and coming back.. it's like a cruel joke.
[Enigma]: And it feels so painful too.
[Enigma]: It's like being trapped between life and death for all eternity, with your dead version being a zombie..
[Dauntless]: Weren't you always like that?
[Enigma]: Ah.. I guess?
[Enigma]: But it was not to this level.
[Baleful]: S...So much spiders now...
[Harlot]: Well, I guess my belly splitting open to let Gello burst out is one way to give birth.
[Harlot]: Other than that, I don't really feel any different.
[Harlot]: Well, my eyes being visible is a little spooky. But they have always been like that, even when I had my cloth.
[Empty]: I miss half of my face...
[Empty]: And some of my body...
[Empty]: And the rest of my emotions...
[Fettered]: Seeing my friend become so.. destroyed.
[Fettered]: It made me feel very sad...
[Fettered]: ...I like the cloak we found...
[Deserter]: If I recall, I was screaming and going 'Oh God!' because of the burning pain.
[Revenant]: That I caused.
[Deserter]: yeah thanks for that...
[Deserter]: The bruise still hurts a little, but it's healing.
[Deserter]: And I remember seeing Anima Sola attached to one of my hands also being terrifying.
[Revenant]: You were beginning to like it until I showed up...
[Revenant]: Also, you do kind of deserve being haunted.
[Deserter]: Do not!
[Revenant]: Do too.
[Deserter]: But I did not abandon you!
[Revenant]: The more you keep saying that, the less I want to believe you.
[Zealot]: I was.. admittedly very angry that a stone had been lodged in my forehead. And that I was alive again.
[Zealot]: I was that close to seeing my father again. That close!
[Zealot]: ..All I became was a psychic spiritual zombie. That's it. And it sucks, for the most part.
[The Static]: Being merged with that thing hurt.
[The Static]: I was screaming and choking on static, until I became who I am.
[The Static]: ...I still hear them sometimes, preaching in the back of my mind...
[Miser]: ...Wait I never typed on here, have I?
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Uh oh I’m thinking about my dragon age OCs and how much I love them again
actually I’m going to talk about them because nobody can stop me
Catriona Cousland: my OG DA:O Warden. Silver-tongued dual-wielding duelist and queen of Ferelden. Polite but cool, though she has a soft spot for Alistair and Ser Barksleigh. Losing her family the way she did left her a quiet shell of her former self for a while. Discovering her brother lived helped. She wrote to Liliana every other week until she left for her search for a cure to the calling.
Stephen Amell: built like an oak tree. naturally, he’s a spirit healer with only a couple of earth—based tricks for damage. a lover, not a fighter, he focused on buffing and protecting his allies the whole way. maybe that’s why he was drawn to Morrigan. They were a study in contrasts. He annoyed her with his soft heart until it turned toward her. Of course he searched for her. Of course he went with her through the eluvian. Of course they were happy.
Althea Hawke: I meant to try other Hawkes out all the way through, but my force mage purple Hawke ruined me for any others. She’s brash, sometimes rude without meaning to be. Somehow she and Fenris love each other to disgusting distraction.
Daphne Trevelyan: my BABY. Shy, unassuming, and never left the circle out of fear until the option fell upon her. She became a passionate advocate for mage rights and “one of the helpers,” like Mr Rogers called them. She and Cullen better be able to have a nice and boring life. She’s done playing the hero. Being Herald and then Inquisitor was never comfortable for her, though she got good at faking it due to exposure. She was particularly close with Dorian and, surprisingly, Vivienne.
Ellana Lavellan: my sad little archer. Naive and innocent but inclined to distrust non-elves, she immediately fell in with Solas — and had her heart crushed for it. Close with Cole and Varric, she turned them for support and it crumbled the last of her walls. Despite all that, she is a brilliant strategist, and she’s hellbent on catching Solas’ trail so she can save him from himself. Of the two of them, she’s a much better politician than Daphne, which is hilarious considering.
#catriona and Stephen and Althea and Daphne and Ellana I love you#dragon age#i created exactly two world states in origins and was like ALRIGHT IM OUTTIE and never played it again lmao#but I do love my two wardens! i attempted a third to romance zev but I just can’t do it. the combat… is so bad
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