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forgeofthenine · 3 months

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If you're still interested in requests (feel free to ignore, since you've got a lot of 'em!)

How would everyone's favorite tieflings react to their Tav *not* being at the tiefling party, because they've ended up spending the night keeping the tiefling kids entertained in Mol's hideout? Celebrating with them, having fun and goofing off with the kids (and making sure Mol isn't trying to exhtort who she can, by selling firewine around the camp by doing so)

Bonus points if s/o is a bard class~

(2) Asfgghkkkl I was the ask for the s/o/Tav who spent the tiefling party just playing with the kids - I (maybe) forgot to mention that I had the idea of them doing it secretly, or like, getting stuck escorting Mol back because the kids!!! Want to see the hero too!!!

Hi Anon, thank you for the great request! This one was a blast to write and I really enjoyed it, I hope it's what you were after :)

For anyone wondering, this was the WIP referred to as 'adopting all the kids'

The bachelors finding you in the kids cave at the grove instead of at the party

General

The party was just starting to ramp up, making your rounds and catching up with everyone when you see it from the corner of your eye

A small tiefling with a cunning grin and an eye patch sitting on a rock at the edge of the clearing

Sneaking off to the edge of the firelight, with only a sideways glance from Halsin, you finally reach Mol

It really didn't take long for the girl to convince you to leave the party, her threat of upselling stolen firewine was almost enough convincing on its own

The two of you make your way back to the familiar cave that the children like to hide in, cheers being the first thing that meet your ears as Arabella and Mirkon happily rush up to you

The other children stay back but look excited in their own ways, Silfy peeking out behind a blanket wrapped around her, Mattis turning his attention towards you, and Doni letting out a small grunt in greeting

With some light begging from some of the kids (and some egging on from Mol and Mattis) it's not long before you pull out your instrument of choice and start your own party for the group of children

It might've been minutes or hours you were there, you're not sure until you're interrupted

Dammon

Dammon had no intent on going to the party, not only is he not a particularly social person but he also has an entire makeshift forge to pack down

It's when he's stuffing his things into a pack that he sees you and Mol sneaking back through the grove and into your hidey hole

At first he chalks it up to the kids shenanigans but he grows curious at the sound of music emanating from the crack in the wall

Dammon is actually pretty quiet when he starts to make his way down the very tight, very craggy tunnel

That is until he slips and slides the rest of the way down, tumbling out covered in dust and letting out a small cough

The silence is absolutely deafening

"So this is where the real party is? Hope you don't mind me... Dropping in-"

The pun was bad enough for Mol and Mattis to want to kick the blacksmith out but you're quite happy to defend him

Soon he's joined your little group of rascals and you've scrounged him up a drum and the two of you are serenading the kids with a very one of a kind concert

It's only once all of the kids have finally fallen asleep that the two of you clamber your way back out of the cave, Dammon helping to dust you off afterwards

Dammon himself is stuck thinking about how good you were with the kids and how unexpectedly nice the night was, but he knows tomorrow they all get back on the road and he might never see you again

Zevlor

Zevlor, to no one's surprise, had been standing off to the side near Halsin when you left

Ever the wallflower in social situations, he'd seen you sneaking off with Mol

Knowing how much of a handful those kids are, Zevlor decides to go find you both soon after

He's spent this whole time letting the children believe he had absolutely no idea of their secret hiding place, but Zevlor isn't blind

Zevlors careful with making his way down the rocky tunnel, listening to the music that slowly fills the air

The paladin is so quiet in his descent that no one actually realises he's there until he claps at the end of your performance

The kids are all quick to scurry away, except for Mol and Mattis, and it's up to you to try and convince them to let Zevlor stay

It takes a fair bit of convincing but it ends with the two of you regaling the kids with stories of wild adventures

Those stories include musical interludes too at the kids instance

Once all the kids have fallen asleep, curled up around each other or lying on large stones, you and Zevlor make the rounds covering them all with blankets

It's when Zevlor is helping pull you back out of the cave afterwards, feeling the warmth of your hand against his, that he realises how alive you make him feel and how effortless it is to be around you

Rolan

Rolan had spent most of the night drinking and putting on magic shows for his siblings

At some point in the night you'd come and given him applause but the next time he went to look for you, you'd already disappeared

It was Lia that pointed him in the right direction, mentioning you'd gone back to the grove

And so a tipsy, affection-starved wizard decides to stumble his way back to the grove to find you

It's both the sounds of music and the light bleeding through the cracks in the stone that draws him in

And if you think Dammons entrance was grand, Rolans is grander

Accidentally sliding down the last part like a surfer before quickly using his magic to make sure he doesn't fall flat on his face

Of the three bachelors, Rolan is the only one able to convince the kids to let him stay by himself

Showing off a little extra magic helped somewhat

It's then that the kids insist you both entertain them, putting on a join concert/magic show

For Rolan it was like Cal and Lia were little kids again, looking out at the little tiefling faces that are 'ooh'ing and 'aah'ing at the magic firework displays

"Ah, my adoring crowd, if you think that was good then behold this-"

You two made a good duo, bantering between yourselves and some of the kids, and putting on a good show till the early hours of the morning

It's only when the two of you make your way back out of the cave, hauling Mols smuggled wine she was planning on upselling, that you sit at the beach and indulge in a shared bottle

It's then that Rolan looks in your eyes, smiling and fatigued, that he realises how much he wants to kiss you

Whether or not he does is something neither of you can remember in the morning

#bri answers #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #baldurs gate 3 x reader #bg3 x reader #baldurs gate 3 dammon #bg3 dammon #dammon x reader #baldurs gate 3 zevlor #bg3 zevlor #zevlor x reader #baldurs gate 3 rolan #bg3 rolan #rolan x reader

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cloverthebarbearian · 4 months

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Happy New Year! It seems requests are still open, so if it isn't a bother I'd like to request a short/one-off Rugan smut fic~ Maybe that back alley you mentioned? 😉. Please and thank you!

Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha oh ANON you rascal!!! This made me go insane :))) but I need to feed the Rugan Fuckers so please. It ended up being much longer than I planned but I guess my ass can't just write 500 words about getting rawed I gotta go into the specifics. ANYways I hope you enjoy what my silly little brainworms came up with for you :)

A Room on Wintershield

Rugan x FemReader, NSFW, 2.3k+ words

"A room for myself - and the lady, if you would, saer," Rugan's voice was husky from the firewine and pipeweed the two of you had been indulging in throughout evening. He slid his coin across the counter without ever breaking his gaze with yours, already undressing you with his eyes. You were pressed against his chest, the feeling of his racing heartbeat betraying his casual drawl. "Ah, terribly sorry, we're already booked full for the evening," the host said with mock disappointment. That cheery, Customer Service inflection implying they weren't very sorry at all. Rugan's eyes finally broke from yours and shot the host a sideways glare, "Then make room. Can't you see we're two wayward souls in… desperate need of lodging?" He pulled you tighter against him. His smile grazing your lips, teasing you with the hopes of a kiss that wouldn't yet come. The host tried to hide rolling their eyes. "Apologies again, sir. We're simply sold out for the night!" they began to mutter to themselves as they turned back to their books, "Good luck finding a room this late on Wintershield." "Oh, piss off," Rugan huffed, flipping the host off before pulling you with him through the doors of the Inn. The fourth one the two of you had tried - and failed - to find a room in for the evening.

The streets were busy with the rest of Waterdeep indulging in celebration. The air outside was chilled, but your earlier imbibements left you both plenty warm. You stumbled over yourself, tipsy and lightheaded, giggling as Rugan held you steady with his arms firmly wrapped around your waist. The two of you had barely made it a block down the street before he had you spun around to face him, kissing you deeply and pushing you against the closest wall he could find.

"I can't believe how hard it's been just to find a place to bed you," Rugan said as he traced his lips across your jaw. You were a mess of moans and giggles as his fingers glided under the hem of your shirt, sliding his hand beneath the fabric to forcefully grab your breast in his calloused hand. Your mouth hung open as you moaned into him, riding your open legs against his thigh. His free hand gripped into your waist, his thumb pushing into the dips of your hip as he ground himself into you.

"You little Nymph," he whispered gruffly, "I may just have to take you right here…" You moaned again, louder, though barely audible outside of the little bubble of yourselves. The festivities surrounding you seem to have hit their peak. Townsfolk just as heady and busy with their own celebrations paid you virtually no mind. However, even in your stupor, you felt exposed in the crowd.

"We can't -" your breath caught in your throat, trying to be reasonable while your body ached for him, "Not here."

Rugan bit at your bottom lip gently, humming to himself as you were practically melting into him, "Lass, I'd feel safe in assuming you'd let me take you wherever the Hells I wanted you," his deep, rugged voice sending a shiver through your spine, straight to your core, "But if you insist… Who am I to not make my Lady more comfortable."

His hand left from underneath your garments, a slight whimper of disappointment escaping your lips at the loss. He kissed you again before taking your wrist and pulling you alongside him into an alley between the busy streets. After just a few short steps, he quickly had you pressed against a wall once more, kissing your neck as both his hands found their way back under your shirt, caressing your breasts roughly. Your hands gripped against his back as you held onto him, eyes fluttering as you glanced out into the busy streets just a few short yards away.

It was dark here, between these buildings, and the party-goer's were ever so slightly muffled now that you had made a bit of distance. It felt secluded, but still dangerous. That danger doing nothing to help with the building warmth between your legs.

Lost in the trance of Rugan's touch against your chest, his lips against your neck - you yelped in surprise as he suddenly spun you to face the wall he had you pinned against. His hands quickly found your wrists to hold tight against the small of your back, your face and chest now pressed between the wall and the powerful man behind you. You could feel the straining length of him pressing up against your ass, and couldn't help but arch your back into him. He let out a heavy groan as his head fell to rest in the crook of your shoulder, kissing your neck deeply as his free hand slid your pants down just enough to cup the curve of your plump rear.

He grabbed a full cheek in his hand, squeezing you tightly, before pulling his hand back and slapping. You let out a gasp as he grunted in your ear, reaching his hand back to spank you once more. Your gasp came out with a moan of his name, and he pushed his still clothed arousal against your bare skin.

"I want to hear you beg for me, Lass," his voice much more composed than his body gave away. A sense of authority and control that made you submit without a second thought.

"Please, Rugan..." your voice was cracking, as if waiting for him had you on the verge of tears. And perhaps it did. You bit your bottom lip as you road yourself against him, desperate for any stimulation. You felt him pull himself away from your shoulder, now watching your pathetic attempts to pleasure yourself against him. He tutted in response.

"I don't know, Sweetheart. Are you sure you really want me?" His free hand spread your cheeks, your cunt so drenched he could see the clear strings of your desire sticking between your folds as he slowly pulled you open. He watched as you twitched in desperation, your body begging in ways he deemed your words could not.

You sobbed as he teased you, sliding his thumb down against your slick, grazing over your clit, before dragging it back up and gently prodding at the tighter hole between your legs. You moaned and your knees nearly buckled, Rugan holding you up by his grip on your wrists.

"Rugan, please fuck me. Please I - I need you inside of me," warm tears were spilling down your cheeks as you heard him wrestle with the ties of his trousers. Suddenly, you felt the hot, thick length of his cock against your bare ass. He slid himself between your cheeks, rutting himself against the warmth of your body easily with your pooling arousal coating him.

You felt him slide against you once more, before the head of his member was now prodding at the entrance of your aching cunt. He leaned himself back against you, his mouth brushing your ear, warm breath hitting your skin and causing you to shiver.

"Anything for the Lady," he whispered, low and heavy, before pushing himself into you. Your cheeks were squeezed tight, your legs pinned together between the wall and his body.

"Gods, Lass, you're so fucking wet for me," he slid himself into you easily, filling your deepest parts. You clenched around him, your walls fluttering as he held himself there for a moment. He kissed below your ear, onto your neck, "So wet… so fucking tight."

He pulled his length out of you, achingly slowly. You felt yourself desperately clench against nothing as he left you, before slamming himself back into you. Harder, with intent.

"I want to make you scream for me, Love," he said, kissing your neck once more, "When I'm through with you, you'll never be satisfied unless its my cock inside of you," His slow and shallow pumping quickly found a rhythm that left your breath catching on every thrust. Your words were lost, all you could find yourself doing was whimpering and gasping, incoherently begging for more of him. Your pussy clenching desperately, your ass bouncing back against him, matching the rhythm of his thrusts.

His hand snakes up your body, eventually finding your throat. He squeezes, holding you in place while he pounds into you. You try to turn your head just enough to see Rugan's face over your shoulder. He finds your eyes and smiles as he fucks into you harder still, "You love how this feels, don't you, sweetheart?"

Your eyes rolled back as you moan. He kisses against your open mouth, "That's right… I feel the way your desperate cunt grips me," he released your wrists from his hand, still pinning them in place with the weight of his body pressed against you. He slapped and grabbed at your ass again, this time lifting your cheek while shifting his hips, opening you up just enough to let him slide into you even deeper than before.

"Ohhhh, fff -" you help your lip between your teeth as his cock hit a sweet spot inside of you. His movements became slow and deliberate, reveling in the new way your body shuddered against him. He kissed your neck, your ear, your cheek, whispering to you all the while.

"That's it, Love. You take my cock so well," he wrapped his arm around your waist, ducking his hand between the front of your thighs and toying with your clit.

"Oh, Gods, Rugan..." You rocked your hips and felt a new wave of arousal crash over you.

"Yes, Love - say my name," he began pounding into you harder, teasing your clit, squeezing your throat, and slamming his cock into you, "Tell me who this tight cunt belongs to - Fuck! - Tell me who the fuck you belong to!"

You felt yourself chasing the high of your release. Clenching around him, you nearly yelled between his relentless thrusts.

"You, Rugan! My body belongs to you, I belong to you -" you felt his speed pick up, desperate for his own satisfaction.

"That's right, doll. You're all mine," he pinched your clit, biting into your shoulder. You could feel how close he was, you wanted him to make a mess of you. He squeezed your throat tighter as he huffed out his worlds, "Come for me, sweetheart. I want to feel you…"

Your body spasmed at his demand, choking out his name once more with whatever breath you had left under his tight grip. Your ears ringing, your vision growing hazy around the edges, stars twinkling across your eyes as you cum with him rutting inside of you.

You heard Rugan let out a deep, grunting sigh against your skin as his cock slammed into you quickly, roughly. Your walls clenching his twitching member as he shot his seed inside. He continued playing with your clit as you both came, causing your orgasm to ride out even longer. The fluttering convulsions of your pussy gripping his throbbing cock, milking every drop of his spend.

He began to still within you. His chest heaving against your back, kissing your neck and shoulder, and rocking his half hard cock inside you to chase the fleeting shock waves of his orgasm. You felt him push himself off of you, freeing your hands at last, your palms slapping against the wall in exhaustion. He watched hungrily as he slowly pulled himself away, his spend dripping out of you. He ran two fingers between your folds, causing you to clench and whine, your body still sensitive to his touch. He leaned back into you, kissing your cheek as he pushed his fingers inside, forcing his seed back into you.

"Don't want this going to waste, Lass," he whispered, tracing his lips and tongue across your jaw. He slide his fingers deep into you two, three, four times, fucking his spend back into your pussy, before pulling them out & bringing them around to your lips. You opened your mouth, desperate and hungry, as he slid his fingers against your tongue, coated in your combined release. You wrapped your lips around his digits, sucking and lapping at the salty mix of fluids. He slid his fingers back out of your mouth, running them along your lips for good measure, before spanking your ass, hard, and tucking himself back into his garments. You weakly took your shaking hands to your waistband and pulled your pants back up from their shallow resting position above your thighs. You could feel your small clothes sticking to your skin uncomfortably, absolutely drenched in your arousal and Rugan's thick release. His hands found your waist again, spinning you around to kiss him.

"Hells below, woman, you are absolutely filthy," he moaned into your mouth.

"Speak for yourself, Zhent," you retorted, clenching his shirt in your fists to keep him held against you. He cocked an eyebrow and a sly grin crept across his face.

"Watch your tone with me, Lass, lest I have to teach you another lesson," he squeezed your ass again, sparking another rolling fire in your stomach as if you didn't just have the most mind blowing orgasm mere Minutes prior.

Above the ruckus of the busy streets, you both started hearing shouting.

"And stay out! Free-loader!" A tavern keep was busy shoving a young man out of their front doors, tossing some half pack luggage behind him, "Come back when you actually have the coin and not some illusory bull-shite!" You saw him toss a handful of copper right into the mans face before slamming the doors behind him. Embarrassed, the young man quickly gathered his things and rushed off. Rugan glanced down at you, and you smiled wide.

"Sounds like some bloke's out of luck for the evening," he grinned.

"Sounds like someone has a room for rent," you teased, grabbing him by the collar and yanking him back into the streets. You ran into the tavern, breathless and wanting. Finally, a place to bed for the evening.

Though you knew neither of you would be getting much sleep.

#rugan #tav x rugan #rugan x tav #rugan bg3 #bg3 rugan #rugan x reader #also if u dont know wintershield is like d&d new years so! happy new years rugan rails you in an alley way :)

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fangsandfeels · 3 months

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I'm definitely going to write a self-indulgent post about the many things Jerra and Astarion have in common, but for now, I'm just imagining them showing up at the now-empty Cazador palace with gallons and gallons of firewine and torches like:

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #hottest date ever #astarion #bg3 astarion #bg3 oc: jerra #there is no therapy in faerun so arson will do #astarion is cha-cha (pink mask) in this one

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tadpolejourney · 8 days

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Day 22

I was way too upset last night. I wrote so angrily I actually broke my quill and ripped through the paper at the end of my last entry, stabbing myself in the leg with it in the process. I threw the quill into the fire and went to bed early. I didn’t notice I had left my leg to bleed all night until this morning.

Before I started to write last night, I spoke with Gale and everyone else at camp. Literally no one but Gale supported Mystra's plan, naturally. Lae'zel had a particularly interesting insight as a follower of Vlaakith. She thinks Mystra is doing this for selfish reasons. The Absolute must be a threat to her dominion. And she has no faith in Gale whatsoever, which is why she is demanding he die while still demanding his faith. Again I say, it's absurd.

Yesterday we ventured into the ruins of a Lathander monastery in order to gain access to the githyanki creche.

A small troop of githyanki were outside with a few Absolutists that they'd captured. One cultist tried to run and got shot in the back. Safe to say we found the creche. The dream guardian spoke to me outside the door leading to the creche, and bid me to stay away from the githyanki. I couldn’t turn back then, after promising Lae'zel and making it all the way there. We had to see this through. Besides, it gave me no good reason to stay away other than it said so? Consider yourself ignored, guardian guy. That door was magically locked anyway. At least now I know for sure that thing, whatever it is, is not omnipotent.

In our attempts to find another entrance to the creche, we found a pack of kobold looters drunk on firewine. There were too many of them, so we stayed in the side room and had someone by the door to close it behind anyone who made their way in. Again, my tried and true battle tactic when you're ambushed and/or outnumbered... It should have been an easy fight since our enemies were drunk.

Gale had other ideas. The kobolds had bellies full of firewine, there's firewine on the ground, and firewine barrels everywhere. It's a very flammable space. What does Gale do? He casts fireball in the entryway of the next room where all the kobolds are. Perhaps a great idea in theory or in other circumstances. And sure, he killed a couple, but the blast burned all of us, knocked him backwards, set the room we were in on fire, and I was hurt so badly I fell unconscious. The fire nearly killed me. Astarion tried to pull me up but couldn't get me out of the fire, and I blacked out again. When Gale pulled me up, I was surrounded by kobold corpses and more were making their way into the room from above, but the fire was out.

We finished them off, and Lae'zel seemed really inspired by that battle for some reason. I guess we adapted well and had good teamwork in the end? Or maybe it was me almost dying. I don't know, I probably would have inspired her if I'd died in that fire. Gale asked for my forgiveness immediately, and of course he got it. Mistakes happen, and I'm sure he won't cast a fireball like that anytime soon. I think he's used to being more... precise as a formerly top-notch wizard than he currently is. Maybe he just didn't see that big old barrel of firewine by the door. Oh well, nobody died and we won the fight, that's all that matters.

Then we ran into a huge gremishka nest. Since there wasn't any fire and Gale didn't cast any spells, that one was quick and easy.

Being in the Lathander monastery's ruins reminded me a lot of my dad. He was sent to Baldur's Gate by his monastic order (of Helm) to help protect the city's growing population of lost and hopeless people. I was one of the lost and hopeless people he found and protected. He adopted me and changed my life. Before that I'd been nothing but a victim. A dolly for my biological parents, an easy target for criminals, devils, and monsters. He taught me how to defend myself and how to heal my mind from the horrors I experienced from infancy until we met. He saved me, in all the ways a person can be saved: physically, mentally, spiritually, emotionally. Monks, of any order, will always have my respect. I don't consider myself to be one, and truly I'm not a monk. I just know how to fight like one and how to think like one.

We explored the entire ground level, upper level, and roof of the monastery ruins. While exploring we learned this place stored the Blood of Lathander. Lae'zel, naturally, was completely disinterested and very frustrated with us backtracking and not going straight for the creche once we determined its location.

I told her dramatically, “I bet Shadowheart would be reeeeal interested in this place,” referring to the monastery ruins. To which Lae'zel replied, “Tchk, fine. But do not tarry for too long. We have waited long enough.”

We grabbed what we needed to find the Blood of Lathander below and headed into the creche. According to Lae'zel it seemed relaxed to the point of undisciplined. I suppose that's one perspective. It was istik this and istik that everywhere we went. Their healer had tons of mindflayer parasites. She studies them. The 'purification protocol', known to githyanki as the zaith'isk, is a crazy looking device. It looks insectoid and yet is definitely mechanical at the same time. I had a bad feeling about it. I insisted upon going first, even though Lae'zel was initially quite upset. She ended up being impressed by me over it because I stood my ground against her. I really only went first because this thing seemed dangerous, it was too late to back out of it, and I thought better me get hurt than her, Astarion, or Gale. I thought surely it couldn’t be worse than some of the shit I’ve been through in my life already.

I was right. It wasn’t worse, but it was pretty fucking bad, and definitely dangerous. That thing tormented me. It didn't cure me, but it sure did change me. I feel more in touch with the illithid tadpole than before. Not a good thing. Not at all. In the attempt to remove my infection the zaith'isk exploded. The healer was horrified and outraged. Lae'zel thought the creche must have a traitor in it because the 'treatment' failed. I was done entertaining the githyanki at that point. Crazy ass zealots, the lot of them. I got us out of there before we had to face any more danger. I decided we'll try our luck again with the Underdark.

We made our way back to the myconid colony today. There we met a mindflayer. It was peaceful, said it had broken free of the elder brain. Its name is Omeluum. It told me about the Grand Design, a plan to eliminate all githyanki and enslave all other humanoids. This is the first time I've ever had a conversation with a mindflayer. It's definitely different from my other experiences with its kind. It is offering to help me understand why my tadpole is different. All I have to do is find some rare and dangerous mushrooms that mess with your mind. Yeah.

I gave an antidote to an Ironhand gnome named Thulla. She wants us to go rescue her kin from duergar slavers across the lake. Looks like I'll get to help the gnomes and the myconid if I take out the duergar. I met with Sovereign Spaw as well. It was turning corpses into mushroom zombies. Normal mushroom guy stuff. Another sovereign, called Glut, came with us to kill the duergar.

On the way we ran into the bulette again, and managed to finish it off this time. Glut turned it into a mushroom zombie. That was the most badass thing I've ever seen in my life. Mushroom zombie bulette. I don't think we'll top that on this journey. Glut helped us kill all the duergar on this side of the lake, but immediately asked us afterwards to kill Spaw so it could take over the circle. We pushed it off a cliff.

Tonight in camp I didn't speak to anyone. I didn't hear much chatter around camp either. I think we're all starting to feel the weight of our situation, more than ever. We have so much more to worry about now than just becoming mindflayers.

<<< Day 21 | Index | Day 23 >>>

#it's me I'm the Gale that set the party on fire and nearly killed my Tav #also I highly recommend using Glut to transform the bulette into a zombie. Hilarious. Strong as hell. Fun.#bg3 #baldur's gate oc #baldur's gate tav #bg3 spoilers #bg3 tav #baldurs gate tav #baldur's gate #baldurs gate 3 #baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate iii #bg3 gale #bg3 lae'zel

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ladybug023 · 1 year

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Hi, can you write something with Daeron and his uncle (not Daemon, the other one. Alicent's brother, I can't remember his name lol) plz. Love how you right the greens by the way, they need some more love

Hello, anon Thank you for waiting so patiently! I've been in a bad writing rut lately so this may be short but I hope you enjoy it. Daeron and Lyonel get their first taste of firewine. Also, stoolie is a medieval term for a snitch.

"Smells kind of strange..." Daeron remarked as he sniffed the mysterious liquid in his goblet.

Lyonel gave it a whiff too and his nose scrunched up in disgust at the sour and pungent odor. "How come it stinks of piss?" he asked their uncle.

"It's Firewine, it is supposed to smell like that. That is how you know it's good." Gwayne smiles at his nephews. It was not the first time he gave them alcohol, but it was never so strong. It was probably unwise to give the young boys a drink that hard but he reasoned that it was Daeron's fifteenth name day and that the two boys would soon be men, so they should be allowed to try a glass.

"Now, remember boys, do not speak of this to your parents or-"

"-you will kill us, we know," they interrupted, simultaneously. He returned their mischieveous grins with a glare.

"Frankly, uncle, you should know by now that we are not stoolies," Daeron scoffed as he went to take his first drink from his cup, but Gwayne stopped him.

"Not yet."

"Why not?" Impatience brimmed in the prince's tone; they had already gone through the tedious rituals that came with drinking this exspensive wine.

"You will burn your throat if you guzzle this like a common wine." Gwayne informed him.

"Please, I am a Targaryen prince. The blood of the dragon runs through my veins," Daeron boasted. "And a dragon cannot be burned." The young prince puffed out his chest with pride.

He raised his eyes to the heavens with his nephew's excessive confidence; so much arrogance must come with being born in House Targaryen. "Oh, my deepest apologies for my underestimating you, my prince," he feigned an apologetic voice. "Go on then, since you know better."

Daeron chose to ignore the older man’s mocking. Lyonel and Gwayne watched as he took a big swig of the firewine. In less than a moment, the mighty Dragon Prince was hacking up his drink and clawing at his throat. Lyonel stopped Daeron from falling off his stool and Gwayne roared with laughter. He glared at his uncle through his ragged coughs.

"I suppose Targaryens are not as immune to heat as we thought." Lyonel quipped as Gwayne patted Daeron hard on the back.

"Screw you, Hightower." Daeron grumbled. He wiped his runny nose with the back of his sleeve.

“No thank you, cousin. You can keep that Targaryen electral love to yourself.” Lyonel replied with a smirk. Gwayne snickered lightly while Daeron shot Lyonel a sour look.

As the night wore on, the boys drank more and more, their inhibitions falling away. Gwayne found himself joining in, regaling them with tales of his own misspent youth.

But eventually, it became clear that they had all had too much to drink. Daeron stumbled over his own feet, giggling uncontrollably, while Lyonel slumped in his chair, his face a deep shade of red.

Gwayne knew it was time to go. He stood up unsteadily, bracing himself against the table, and announced that they needed to head home. The boys protested with whines, insisting that they weren't drunk, but Gwayne was having none of it. He grabbed them each by the arm and pulled them to their feet, guiding them out of the tavern and into the cool night air.

As they stumbled through the glittery streets of Old Town, Gwayne couldn't help but laugh at the sight of his two young nephews who were barely able to walk in a straight line. He was relieved that he had been there to guide them through their first experience with firewine.

Eventually, they arrived back at the Hightower, and Gwayne carried or dragged the boys up to Daeron’s chamber, and dropped them onto the plush bed.

“Goodnight, boys,"Gywane said with a chuckle, shaking his head. "Sleep it off.”

The next morning, the boys awoke with splitting headaches and sour stomachs, but also with a newfound appreciation for the power of firewine. Gwayne knew that, despite the consequences of their debauchery, they had all shared a night that they would never forget.

#Daeron targaryen #gwayne hightower #daeron the daring #lyonel hightower #ask #team green #aemond targaryen #aegon ii targaryen

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sweetcedar · 2 years

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3: Temper

character: ianthe pyr visellia || wc: 514

Charis,

I’m sure you’ve been dying to hear from me. As always, I’ve thought of you, too. We’re on leave this week, so if you want to give me a call, for once I’ll be able to answer. The pilots docked us at Ala Mhigo. Interesting place. We’re not staying long, but we need the break. I can’t tell you where we’re headed, but I can tell you that it’ll be cold as home. A few weeks ago, some flyboy got cocky and got his craft clipped with an outsized harpoon on the same route we’ll be taking, so I’m taking this time to write to you before some Eorzean artilleryman spears this big fucking ship like a fish.

To the point, I’ve been thinking of what you said when you were in your pillows last month. I know -- I'm ridiculous -- I'm sorry. I promised to tell you if there was any progress with that biotech that van Hydrus wanted to put in a bid for. You’ll be equal parts relieved and pissed to hear that the same crackpot continues to work on it here, but the latest experiments failed, and his funding is finally out the window.

The missive I got about it says a whole lot of nothing, except that we wouldn’t be able to adapt it for protection from tempering after all. Everyone you talk to thinks that it’s idiotic, so I’m sure you and they are right. Still, I'm not the medicus, so while we’re here I was hoping to poke my stupid nose in where it’s not wanted. I can't: everything is redacted past the most inconsequential questions. I wouldn’t even have clearance to ask where the bathroom is.

It doesn't matter much. If you ask my unit, I’ve heard nothing but disappointment that the funding is gone. Asina might as well start offering trials to us— I almost wish our Centurion wouldn’t have told them it was being looked into. Not a soul in the company knows what it would’ve entailed, and most of them don't give a shit. We’re still pouring out drinks for Cassia and Decimus. The newest ones are starting to notice the turnover rate, and it’s all I can do to keep their chins up, let alone convince the big guns it really is that bad. The thought of something that could protect them was important to them, no matter how crackpot the theory was to you. We’re not scientists, at least, most of us. The boys just want to get back home, stupid as it sounds to you in the capital. It’s a dangerous way to think, but I understand. I want to get home, too.

Sorry about the short, sad letter. I haven’t had enough firewine yet to convincingly write the cheerful ones you prefer. I'll write you something that would make an infantryman blush later, after we all get off the ship and get blasted. (Bad joke, or no?) So if dirty talk is right out, there’s not much else I can share without breaking my own security rules. No, sorry. I can add that there’s little risk of tempering on the upcoming missions. If I die up here, I'd just get to be regular dead, instead of getting tempered and then getting blitzed from the gunship by someone I'm about to go have drinks with. Big relief, that.

I know you don’t stay up at night worrying about me, but I’m never forgetting that you admitted you do worry, a little bit. When I’m hellbent instead of homeward bound, that’s enough to keep me going.

Take care of yourself. Write when you can. Tell me how you are, how life is. I love you -- I really do.

Yours, Ianthe

#FFXIVWrite2022 #ch: dulce et decorum #writing #the mental loops ianthe is doing in this.....#garlemald numerus unus... aulus isnt sketchy... charis definitely isnt going to break your heart again in a week...#listen the appeal of ianthe is that shes never been right about anything. this is what i offer you if you rp with her.#you! you are smart and right and make good decisions!#maybe not great ones -- but better than ianthe #and thats something innit

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rottenbrainstuff · 6 months

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BG3 playthrough: Githyanki creche

(Spoilers)

I only just realized it - this monastery is the one that you can accidentally explode and get Astarion throwing the temper tantrum about, can’t wait!

At the beginning of the game, I was totally fine with Shadowheart being a worshiper of Shar. Yeah fine, dark and forbidden gods, I’m down with that, goth girls, beauty in the darkness peace in the shadows all of that, 100% I am here for it. But as the game goes on and I read more things about what the Shar worshippers and dark justiciars actually do, hahahahahaaaa yanno I don’t think I’m so down with that anymore, actually. We will have to stage an intervention with this girl sometime soon here I think.

Everyone in the party: “oh yikes, be sure not to use magic on those gremishka!”

Me, blasting spells in anyways: “Maybe I LIKE the pretty panthers”

I’m sad you can’t talk to the kobolds though? They look hilarious. I forgot about the fire warning and had Lae’zel attack with her flaming sword and blew up the whole platform. Oops. Hilariously, even after I killed them all, I was still getting the drinking and burping ambient noises. It seems like the noises were spawning from *the wine barrels themselves* rather the kobolds that were supposed to be doing the drinking??? (or… hm. Were there kobolds INSIDE those barrels? Like the goblins at the siege? I popped all those barrels into my barrel stash, are they just going to sit there forever pickling in the firewine now?)

Eagles vs blue jay - I love little flavour things like this, the blue jay whining that the eagles took his nest… I just wish there was a way to go back and tell him that I’m not helping after all, because it’s clear that he didn’t build that giant nest on top of the roof, and he seems so blase about how he himself stole a nest from a different bird. I clearly just don’t understand bird morality at all, so I’m not going to even get involved. The eagles were quite funny.

YOUTH VARRL. Youth Varrl omg. This kid. What a sweetheart. I’m glad there were options where he doesn’t have to die: sometimes there aren’t ways to save NPCs (like that poor little gnome that got yeeted into the lava). God I wish I could bring him with me, what a funny little sweetheart that guy is. I wanted to read that Orpheus book (well, disc) he was talking about, and as a bard I got the option to say that if he gave it to me, I would write an amazing song about it. He got excited and said he would write his own song too, then started singing his own little theme song, aaah my god what a precious guy. I’ve already got Barcus hanging out at my camp, there’s room for one more! God I wish I could bring this kid with me. I can’t remember ever playing a game like this where I enjoyed the NPCs as much. I feel a bit bad taking his book because he liked it so much, but I wanted to read it and I didn’t see an option to like… “hey let me borrow that for a sec then give it back to you.” Initially I tried to buy it off him in a trade, paid him money, we’re all good, just like I do for lots of characters… and then I noticed the dialogue options were implying that I STOLE it?? Excuse me?? I gave him gold and he passed it over? Does the game consider all non-dialogue triggered trading to be stealing??? Cause I’ve been buying tons of books from people this way??? Oh well, the song option was hilarious so I went with that.

Yanno, I can’t help but feel like I’m playing this game wrong. Or at least very differently from everyone else. Yeah yeah I know, no wrong way to play, you play the way that makes you happy. But like. I dunno! I’m looking at my 8 gigs worth of save slots that I’ve organized like the gallery of an otome game, so that I can go back and rerun any important cut scene that I really liked at any time… I’m looking at my totally full map and journal and hearing everyone talk about how there’s so much replay value in the game cause they totally missed X or Y the first run and I’m like… can’t relate cause I have done all of that already. Thoroughly. I feel like maybe I should have been leaving things to do later. I feel like I was supposed to raise everyone’s approval slower, get through these areas faster. Oh well.

I think it would have been neat if the main story was actually a bit smaller, and more modular. I think it would have been interesting if certain choices actually locked you down certain paths and locked you out of some things, necessitating a replay if you want to see all of it. Like, you really do have to choose between the Underdark route and the mountain pass, and you can’t go back and do both. Or maybe, choosing to help the tieflings with their goblin issues means you run out of time to do things at the creche, something like that. I feel like maybe there was a plan at one point to do this, but in the end they chickened out and left everything open.

Up next - gotta figure out how my anti-authoritarian Tav is going to diplomatically deal with Vlaakith and not get his ass fried into drow crisps.

#bg3 #bg3 playthrough #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 spoilers

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firewins-the-fangxrl · 3 years

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Ok not to be a downer but imagine if (when?) Wrecker’s chip gets activated

Imagine Tech furiously trying to find some way to switch the chip off or build some device to remove it and coming up with nothing.

Imagine Hunter, Echo, and Tech having to fight Wrecker (who could probably deadlift all three of them without breaking a sweat)

Imagine Wrecker beating them and turning on Omega.

Imagine Omega with sad puppy dog eyes quietly saying “Wrecker, I know you’re in there.”

Imagine Wrecker stopping, being physically unable to move, because he can’t hurt her. Even when every inch of his programming is telling him to.

Because it’s Omega. He built her a room, he gave her Lula, he made her a home.

She’s his vod’ika.

He could never hurt her.

#the bad batch #wrecker #the bad batch wrecker #tbb omega #tbb wrecker #the bad batch omega #omega #the bad batch spoilers #tbb tech #fic #firewins writes #the dad batch #fanfic #I have such a headache so sorry for any mistakes

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ficsilike-reblogged · 4 years

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WIP Tag Game

I was tagged by the nefarious @starlight-starwrites who knows I am slow as hell lately when it comes to writing. Here’s a snippet of The Sweetest of Exiles:

“Look at me. Look at me, Petal.” Her unfocused eyes slid to him as the heal set to work. A cry broke her chapped lips as the firewine started to spill across her legs.

Pero reached out and kept her head still, gaze on him, as the healer continued. “Just me, Petal. I am here.” “Pe-Pero.” The name was stilted on her tongue. “Please—it hurts-” a scream tore its way out of her throat but Pero held her steady even as his chest clenched. “I know. But it will be over soon.” Tears gathered in her eyes and slid down her dirty cheeks as her hands shot out to grab at his armor; he could feel the heat of her touch sliding and blooming warmth through his thick tunic. But he kept her focused on him even as the healer muttered about needing more wrappings.

I’m not tagging anyone but if you want to participate, consider yourself tagged!

#tag game

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pennywaltzy · 6 years

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#37 McMolly

And I think this will be the last bit of writing I get done tonight, as I’m sleepy. But I’m going to have fun with this fic, I just know it. Later it will be explicit, but not for a long while. So enjoy part 1!

CLAIMED PROMPT:Imagine your OTP are friends who dare each other to get their fortunes told. The fortune teller then tells them that they are destined lovers - and that they will soon be brought together by the powers of fate. Of course, the OTP doesn’t believe it. What follows is a strange series of events that suggest that fate really is bringing them together. Maybe a bouquet of flowers falls from the back of a bicycle and your OTP catch it, like at a wedding. Maybe they’re paired up for trust exercises, and one has to catch the other. Maybe they want to have a movie night in, but the only chocolate they can get happens to have hearts and pink packaging on it. Bonus if your OTP (or at least one person) keep shrugging off the events as they get more and more ridiculous. (from @otpprompts)

Serendipity & Coincidence (1/?) -Bones knows one thing: he likes Dr. Molly Hooper and doesn't want his friendship with her to change...even if the voice in the back of his head says he'd like more than just a friendship with the female Starfleet officer. But a dare from Jim leads to more than he had expected and certainly more than he wanted...or could ever have hoped for.

Read Part 1 @ AO3 | The Summer Of 100 Surprise Stories | Buy Me A Coffee? | Commission Me?

“What’s that about hocus-pocus?”

Leonard shook his head, the corner of his mouth quirking up. He should have used a different term to talk about the bullshit Jim was spouting instead of Molly’s favorite classic Earth movie. Mentioning anything related to the holiday of Halloween got her attention faster than...well, anything other than Andorian spirits. She could drink him under the table if they stuck with those. “Jim is saying there’s this place near the wharf with a fortune teller who actually tells the, and I quote, ‘honest to all that is holy truth.’ I call bullshit.”

“You mean there are still fortunetellers?” Molly asked, sitting in between him and Jim. He knew Jim wouldn’t care that she’d wedged herself in the middle of their conversation; since Carol was still in San Francisco at the Academy Molly had quickly taken her place of “favorite female on the medical crew” while they were on the Enterprise. Not that he fancied her, but he enjoyed her company, uptightly British as it could be sometimes.

Liar, the voice in the back of his head he generally ignored said. Ever since Yorktown the crew had had a bit of a shake-up, and it wasn’t a bad thing, he supposed, but it was still taking some getting used to. Chekov had left for a promotion on another ship, Sulu had left to be in more of Demora and Ben’s life, and Spock and Uhura were married now and, obviously, still in their honeymoon stage even a year later.

But all things changed, and he just rolled with it. So did Jim, for better or for worse.

“Well, it’s not a human. Some alien race that has premonitions. But this one...” Jim picked up his beer and waved it at her. “Look. When we make it back to Earth, I’ll take you both. You’ll see.”

“I still call bullshit,” Bones said, taking a sip of his own beer, which was promptly stolen by Molly. “Give that back.”

“You can’t even have a proper pint?” she asked, looking at the bottle. “At least have a bottle of Scotty’s moonshine.”

“And how do you know that exists?” he asked.

“Because Scotty snuck me into your shared bar last week when I told him I could acquire Klingon firewine,” she said with a smirk. “You keep your loo a shambles, by the way.”

“I’d have invited you eventually,” he said as Jim tried not to laugh.

“To quote your favourite word, bullshit,” she said, taking a sip of his beer.

“That’s not my favorite word, darlin’.”

“Oh?” Molly asked. “And just what would it be?”

“Look, I hate to interrupt this game of one-upmanship, but I’ve got captain’s logs to fill out,” Jim said, and Bones was almost sure he’d be talking about the relationship between him and Molly to someone. Probably Sulu. Maybe Chekov. He kept in touch with them. “Have my beer, Molly. It’s at least Irish lager.”

“Thank you, Captain. Someone has taste,” she said, taking his beer.

Bones shook his head. “Good night, Captain,” he said.

“Don’t do anyone I wouldn’t do!” Jim said with a smirk as he clapped Bones on his shoulder just as he took a sip of his own beer again, nearly spitting it out.

“One day I’m going to murder him in his sleep with a dozen hypos,” he muttered.

“No, you won’t. You like my company too much to be locked up, and we’re almost home.” Molly had some of Jim’s beer. “You’d miss freedom too much.”

He pointed to her new beer with his. “How many of those have you had?”

“Probably too many,” she said with a laugh. “The mission is almost over! Cause for celebration, don’t you think?”

“I suppose,” he said. He clinked his bottle against hers. “Just promise things won’t change too much when we get back to Earth, okay?”

“Promise,” she said. She drew a cross over her heart with her finger. “Cross my heart and...well, let’s leave the rest unsaid.”

Among other things, he thought to himself before taking a sip. Probably too many other things, but he liked what he had with her and he was afraid they’d do something stupid and change the status quo.

And that was precisely what he hoped never happened.

#star trek aos #sherlock #mccoy x molly #leonard mccoy #molly hooper #james kirk #mcmolly #multipart: serendipity & coincidence #answering asks!#strangelock221b

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firewins-the-fangxrl · 3 years

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Building Anew

Now that May The 4th Be With You Excange has revealed I’m crossposting my fic! so here’s some fluffy Grogu and Luke bonding! (also can be kinda dinluke if you want)

(link to the fic on ao3 in the notes cause tumblr sucks and will hide posts with links!)

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In his efforts to rebuild the Jedi order Luke finds himself learning many new things, some were expected such as old Jedi teachings and methods of finding force sensitives, others things he had not expected, such as the favourite colours of his younger students.

"Wait Master Luke, lightsabers can be purple?" a tiny Twi’lek pipes up.

"Yes there's a multitude of different colours that lightsabers can take depending on the users connec-"

"Can they be rainbow? Rainbow is my favorite colour!" comes another voice.

"My favorite is yellow!" from a Nautolan boy.

The ensuing lesson turned into a session of sharing favourite colours. Which, if Luke is being honest, is surprisingly enjoyable.

Teaching turns out to be one of Luke's favourite parts of resurrecting the order. Each of his students is different and helping them find and control their connection to the force is rewarding. The kids are also interesting to talk to, they're happy to tell him, with the honesty and excitement that comes with childhood, about a variety of things from a cool bug they found to what sensing presences in the force feels like.

Luke learns a lot about each of his students, both mundane and not.

Grogu is probably one of the most interesting to communicate with. Luke learns a number of things about Grogu, firstly that the kid has had a long life.

A really long life.

The first time Luke really gets a sense of Grogu's age is a few weeks after he was first brought to the small temple that acted as the youngling teaching quarters. He and Grogu are meditating together when he's hit with a rush of unfamiliar memories.

Huge sprawling temples filled with the bustle of people going about their day. The sound of children playing and distant lightsaber practice. The sight of adults hurrying past, lightsabers strapped to their hips, some with padawans trailing behind trying to keep up.

It takes him a few seconds to piece together that the memories are of the old Jedi order at its height. He turns to observe the small green child, struck by the fact that the people from that memory are probably all long gone.

"You're a lot older than you look, aren't you?" he murmurs quietly.

The child doesn't move, still deep in meditation, so Luke returns to meditating as well. They settle back into peaceful and companionable silence.

The second thing he learns about Grogu is that he loves his dad. Though Luke only met him briefly he can see that they have a strong bond.

Grogu is also more than willing to share stories of his and his dad's adventures with Luke. Every memory Grogu shares is laden with warmth and adoration.

The adventures are also seemingly extremely dangerous, which is how Luke quickly learns fact number three.

Grogu's father is a stone cold badass. From risky rescues snatching Grogu from the clutch of Imperials to killing a fully grown krayt dragon (something he is honestly in awe of) the man seems to be an unstoppable force powered by protective instincts.

As the stories go on Luke starts to wonder if part of the reason Grogu's father is so unstoppable is because he never stops to think anything through.

Of course Luke isn't exactly one to judge since he's nowhere near the picture of restraint himself.

But still, for force sake the man let himself be swallowed whole by a krayt dragon!

Even Luke isn't quite that dumb… well for the part he's not.

Grogu, it seems, has inherited his father's lack of regard for consequences, as he's quite willing to attempt to eat anything without waiting for Luke to check if it's poisonous or not.

However Grogu's favourite foods by far are frogs and cookies. Luke isn't quite sure what those two things have in common but he does know that cookies must be protected from the green bean (especially if they belong to another student) and that most of the frogs on Draay 2 aren't poisonous.

Except for the tiny yellow ones.

Chasing down Grogu to remove frogs from his mouth to scan for edibility becomes a daily struggle.

This is when Luke first realizes that Grogu is a menace.

The child has more chaotic energy than should feasibly fit into such a small being. Most memorably in the lightsaber incident. The less said about that the better but Luke has certainly learnt his lesson about leaving his lightsaber in a place that small green toddlers can reach.

He's glad to still have his legs.

A fact that he has not been at all prepared to learn came during one of Grogu's father's visits. Which was that Din was apparently a king.

Din lands his ship at the small landing platform adjacent to the temple. Grogu is practically vibrating with excitement by the time the loading door opens and the man walks out, beskar armour glinting in the sunlight.

Unlike his previous visits he is flanked by two other Mandalorians, both wearing blue armour.

Din turns to one of the Mandalorians and says something, too low for Luke to overhear at this distance, and the two Mandalorians turn to go back inside the ship.

As Din walks closer, Grogu wriggles free from Luke's arms and runs to his father. Din drops down and scoops the excited child up into his arms. Luke can hear Grogu making excited squeaks as Din murmurs something to the child.

“Who are your friends?” Luke asks as Din walks closer.

“Royal guard.” is Din’s only response.

“Royal guard?”

“I’m technically the Mand’alor”

“Technically?”

“It’s… complicated. I don’t suppose you’d want a second laser sword?”

“Uh, no thank you” Luke says, noticing one of the blue clad guards glaring at him from the ship. Her helmet is off and he can see short red hair and a slightly terrifying expression that reminds him of Leia when some poor soul angers her.

“Yeah that’s probably for the best,” Din says wryly.

The rest of the visit is fairly normal, except for the bodyguards hovering over Din. Luke gets the distinct impression that the guards are more interested in ensuring that Din doesn’t make a run for it than protecting him from danger.

Something he learns after a while is that Grogu has nightmares.

Grogu is more than happy to share snippets of memories and stories about his life before the fall of the old order. However he avoids the topic of the fall itself. Luke doesn’t push Grogu to share anything he’s not comfortable with.

Luke is pretty sure that's what the nightmares are about since Grogu refuses to tell him anything about them.

He’s okay with that. He doesn’t need to know the specifics to comfort the small scared child that comes to him. Luke just holds Grogu and murmurs reassurances.

Sometimes, if it’s really bad they start a holo call to Din, he always answers no matter the time. They stay up late talking about whatever they can think about until Grogu has fallen asleep, comforted by the presence and voice of his father.

Once when Din is visiting Grogu, Luke wakes to a knock on his door in the middle of the night. He finds a very tired looking Mandalorian carrying Grogu.

“He had a nightmare?” Luke asks.

Din nods clearly suppressing a yawn.

“Come on in. I’ll make some caf.” Luke says, stepping aside.

They stay up talking long after Grogu has fallen asleep, Din tells Luke about the struggles of being a king and Luke shares some stories he’s collected from being a teacher.

He tells Din about the lightsaber incident. Din finds it funny and Luke would probably be more annoyed if the man’s laugh wasn’t so pleasant.

By the time Din leaves, the sun is just starting to crest over the horizon and Luke realizes that he has to go set up for his morning class.

He decides that there are much worse ways to spend the night than with Din and Grogu.

Grogu apparently agrees with him based on the number of crayon drawings he makes of the three of them after that.

Luke is pretty sure Din gets a few of them framed.

#the mandalorian #the mandolarian #the mandalorion fanfic #Luke Skywalker #din djarin #Grogu Djarin #grogu #baby yoda #dinluke #dinluke fic #if you want #Fic #fanfic #firewins writes

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