#Bo Parry

[thefrogdalorian]

I know there is this widely held perception that Season 3 of The Mandalorian had silly moments and made some comically strange story choices, which I can totally admit myself. I mean the bit in 03x04 where they all scatter to eat, but Bo is allowed to remain sitting by the fire was kind of hilarious and blatantly just because they wanted a helmetless scene in that episode.

And I won't complain too much because more Katee Sackhoff on my screen is never a bad thing.

But come on! The Mandalorian has always had goofy, unserious moments that if you contemplate for more than a second, your head threatens to fly off because of how daft it can be, at times.

For instance, in 1x04 Sanctuary, when Din removes his helmet on Sorgan in froNT OF AN OPEN WINDOW?!!?!

I know they did it for dramatic effect, to demonstrate how long he has worn his helmet, but if one of those kids looked around it would've been CURTAINS FOR HIM. Okay it might have been dark, sure, whatever but I cannot imagine someone as devout as Din would even take that risk! The Creed is everything to him.

Also, this man who we have seen for an entire season being such a competent and capable warrior has apparently never had a jetpack before Chapter 8. The best bounty hunter in the parsec cannot fly?! Then, immediately after getting it from The Armorer, with no training, he conveniently uses it immediately to blow up a TIE fighter and (seemingly) defeat Moff Gideon?!!?!

Not to mention how silly it is Gideon survived that initial skirmish... and probably survives in Season 3 too but we'll deal with that when it comes to it.

It isn't just Season One, either. There are also some parts of Season 2 which leave me scraching my head slightly, like in The Believer when the terminal needs to scan a face. Not a specific face, just any face. It doesn't make much sense. Again, not complaining, more Pedro Pascal on my screen is never a bad thing.

Not to mention how convenient Din getting the beskar spear was right before his duel with Gideon for the Darksaber. A weapon which is coincidentally one of the few which can parry the sacred blade!

Anyway, I don't hate any of these moments at all, I just feel like fans used to be so much more lenient.

Of course season 3 has some hmmmmm moments too, but there have always been questionable decisions right from the start. Star Wars fans are always going to nitpick and it mostly comes from a good place. I just wish there could be a bit more of a ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ attitude sometimes.

Nothing is perfect, but this show has had so many enjoyable moments and such compelling characters that I can let some silliness slide. Star Wars should always be a little goofy and silly and for me, long may that continue!

[oftenlyshitposting]

i think it's gonna be so funny if eventually somehow, ahsoka 'tired master' tano and sabine 'chaotic padawan' wren meets with din 'no clue' djarin and his little weird green force wielding baby din grogu

like their (somewhat) children are perfect venn diagrams; sabine as a mandalorian jedi padawan, and grogu as former padawan now mandalorian apprentice, and they're both force users (to a degree)

i think din would look at sabine, look at ahsoka, and would have so many questions

din: that is your apprentice?

ahsoka: that's mine

din: you refused to take grogu as your apprentice, but took this chaotic mandalorian instead? really?

ahsoka: it is what it is

*sabine parrying a strike with her vambraces before striking with a lightsaber and her blasters*

din, impressed: yeah okay, i see why now

ahsoka, proud: yep

bonus

ahsoka: what happened to the darksaber?

bo-katan: unfortunately, it was broken mid-duel

sabine: you wielded the darksaber again?

bo-katan: yeah, din won it from moff gideon

sabine: that's cool, for me i had to find and retrieve it from a nightsister witch cave

din: ...you found the darksaber? when?

sabine: when i was a rebel

ahsoka: she wielded it to fight the imperials

din: YOU WIELDED THE DARKSABER?

sabine: yeah, but i gave it to lady kryze after that

din, to bo-katan: THAT'S HOW YOU GOT IT IN THE FIRST PLACE?

bo-katan: yes...?

din: *is now more confused than ever*

[iliketangerines]

PLEASE PLEASE PLEEAASDER

Your male reader is so good!?

Kung lao x male! Reader whose part of the Lin Kuei

Please I would love something fluffy but if you like also suggestive and or smutty I would also be content but just male reader in general :)

cherry blossoms falling

a/n: i have such a hard time writing characters that aren't gender neutral when it's just fluff or suggestive

pairing: kung lao x gn!reader

warnings: none :)

Kung Lao remembers you from the night that the Lin Kuei had ‘attacked’ Madam Bo’s restaurant

you had been a tough opponent, tall and broad and strong, and devastatingly beautiful when you had ripped off your mask to reveal your smirk

and now, you stand in front of him at the Wu Shi Academy as their instructor for training to become champions for Earthrealm

you ask one of them to spar against you, as a sort of demonstration, and Kung Lao eagerly raises his hand to go and fight against you again

you smile at him as the two of you circle each other, and he gives you a cocky smile and a smart remark

you stay silent but return his grin, a glint in your eyes, and Kung Lao lunges toward you, trying to catch you off guard

you easily dodge, parrying his attacks and moving away from him like oil moving away from water, and Kung Lao glares in frustration as he keeps on trying to land a blow

none of his hits land and after what felt like a few excruciating minutes, you finally make your move and easily flip Kung Lao onto his stomach and pin him down with a knee to his back

he pants into the ground, and he can see in the corner of his eye the others laughing at him

you get off his back and pat his shoulders, wiping off the dirt from his uniform, and ask the others to come and spar against you

none of them do well against you and all of their spars end similarly to Kung Lao’s

by the end, you say that you’ve finished evaluating them, and that they should go and have lunch, take a break before the real training begins

all four of them head to the dining room, and Kung Lao piles food onto his plate before going outside to eat his food by a cherry blossom tree he found outside

he climbs up onto the branches, being careful to not spill his food and settling himself down comfortably in one of the large grooves, and he starts to dig in

the shade provides a bit of blessing from the beating sun, and the slight breeze manages to keep Kung Lao cool and composed as he eats

and then you appear underneath the tree, peering up at him as you ask to join, and Kung Lao nearly chokes on his food but agrees

you hum and scale the tree easily, settling next to Kung Lao and pressing your weight into his shoulder at the lack of space on the branches

even sitting down, you still tower over him with your height, and he can feel himself growing flushed and warm

Kung Lao shovels food into his mouth, trying to distract himself from how your arms press into his and how he can feel the definition of your muscle pressing into him

you seem to be content to sit in silence as you watch him eat, and Kung Lao wonders why you’re watching him so intently

he ducks his head beneath his hat, trying to compose himself as his face grows red, but you tilt up his hat to see him better, brushing a stray hair from his face

Kung Lao chokes on his rice, and you hurriedly pat his back as he hacks out the grain

his face is fully flushed now as he takes a gulp of water, and you smile at him with that dazzling face and grin

a cherry blossom falls from the tree, and you grab onto it from the air and tuck it behind Kung Lao’s ear, telling him that he looks beautiful like this

you then tell him that you look forward to training with him before you hop off the tree and head to the training rings, stretching out your arms as you do so

Kung Lao watches dumbfounded and raises his hand to touch the blossom tucked behind his ear as his heart thumps in his chest

it seems that you liked him too

[lorefulevil]

woe! slime rancher treebark crackfic be upon ye (yes they are slimes) (i blame @bo-nks entirely for this fyi)

"Put him down!"

Jimmy jumped. He let go of his vac gun's trigger, and the Tangle he'd been trying to catch bounced away with an indignant squeal. There was no one else at the oasis. Just the usual crowd of desert slimes, crooning and frolicking among the shrubbery, and—a Tarr? It careened towards him like a cannonball, if the cannonball was made of purplish-grey goop and could snarl and hiss, and also spoke English. "Stay away from me Hand, ye stinkin' heathen!"

It was a situation that called for quick reflexes. Fortunate, really, that Jimmy's had been honed by a long career of getting punched.

"No, you," he yelled—the ultimate parry—and took aim with his water cartridge. He was seconds away from dissipating the foul beast with a stream of good old Earth drinking-water when a gelatinous green vine materialised out of nowhere, snaking its way around his vac gun. It yanked, and the gun clattered to the sand. "Hey!"

"Don't touch my king, loser," squeaked the Tangle.

It was a fiendish little thing, half the size of the Tarr and virulent green, with a bright yellow flower growing out the top of its head. Jimmy had never heard a slime talk before. Then again, he'd never tried talking to them, either. This was a lot to take in. He was beginning to sweat in his exosuit. "Your—king?"

"That's me," said the Tarr. Its voice was a rumbly bass like the cracking of bones. "I'm his king."

It grinned at the Tangle. The Tangle grinned back. Now that Jimmy looked, the other slimes at the oasis—spinning Dervishes and glittering Mosaics—had flattened themselves to the ground before the Tarr: not in fear, as he'd assumed, but in bows and curtseys. The Tarr was even wearing a crown of sorts, twisted strips of metal woven into a comically undersized circlet. They looked like—could they be?—surely not. They couldn't be mangled bits of rancher gear. Tarrs didn't have opposable thumbs. But this one did have—

"You will kindly leave me Hand be, Mr. Rancher, sir," boomed the Tarr. Beside it, the Tangle flexed its supple vines menacingly. "He makes plorts for me alone."

"But," said Jimmy. His head hurt. "But you're a Tarr! You'll eat everyone! And destroy the ecosystem! And—and—"

"He will not," said the Tangle, glowering. "I keep my liege well fed, thank you very much."

As if to furnish proof, it brandished one of its plorts: a cake of shimmering green goo, garnished with a miniature flower of its own. The Tarr's fathomless eyes lit up. It oozed towards the Tangle, opening its maw to eat the plort straight from the vine. "Mmm," it thundered. "Minty fresh. Outrageously sweet. Perfect for these hot climes, me Hand! You're so good to me!"

Beaming, the little Tangle wrapped its vines around the Tarr, the two of them squeaking and chittering softly to each other in their incomprehensible slimespeak. Jimmy retrieved his vac gun and backed away. He'd seen enough. Slime kings! Talking Tarrs! Horrible Tangles who called him loser! And of course no one had seen fit to warn him. Awful.

He needed to lie down. He needed to write a very long letter to Hobson. But first he paused on the edge of the oasis, scribbling out a cautionary hologram:

REALM OF THE TARR KING NO RANCHERS BEYOND THIS POINT

[illuminopseudonymous]

Every single Brawl Stars character as songs

So, I was unhappy with my prior posts on this topic, both because of the song choices I made and because I didn't properly credit the musicians behind them. Ergo, I'm going to compile all of the brawlers into a single list below the cut, and then update and reblog this post each time a new brawler is released.

Feedback regarding song choices is encouraged if you think you have a better fit for a character.

8-Bit: "Pac-Man Fever" by Buckner & Garcia

Amber: "Burnin' Up" by A Flock of Seagulls

Angelo: "There! Right There!" from Legally Blonde: The Musical (written by Nell Benjamin and Laurence O'Keefe)

Ash: "Trash Day" by "Weird" Al Yankovic

Barley: "Bottle Action" by Ms. B'Havin

Bea: "Lord of the Hornets" by Robert Calvert

Belle: "Disciple of Lightning" by DJ the S

Berry: "Skipper Dan" by "Weird Al" Yankovic

Bibi: "Take Me Out to the Ball Game" by Albert von Tilzer and Jack Norworth

Bo: "The Wild West is Where I Want to Be" by Tom Lehrer

Bonnie: "Human Cannonball" by Webb Wilder

Brock: "Rocket Jump Waltz" from Team Fortress 2 (by Valve Studio Orchestra)

Bull: "Another One Bites the Dust" by Queen

Buster: "Rock-And-Roll Nerd" by Tim Minchin

Buzz: "Run This Town" by JAY-Z featuring Rhianna and Kanye West

Byron: "A Little Heart-To-Heart" from Team Fortress 2 (by Valve Studio Orchestra)

Carl: "Diggy Diggy Hole" by The Yogscast

Charlie: "Spider-Man (1967) Theme" by Paul Francis Webster and Bob Harris

Chester: "I Remember Larry" by "Weird Al" Yankovic

Chuck: "Toccata and Fugue in D Minor" by Johann Sebastian Bach

Clancy: "Crab Rave" by Noisestorm

Colette: "Every Breath You Take" by The Police

Colt: "Shoot to Thrill" by AC/DC

Cordelius: "White Rabbit" by Jefferson Airplane

Crow: "Young Dumb and Ugly" by ""Weird Al" Yankovic

Darryl: "He's a Pirate" from Pirates of the Caribbean: Curse of the Black Pearl (Composed by Klaus Badelt)

Doug: "Surf Wax America" by Weezer

Draco: "Through the Fire and Flames" by Dragonforce

Dynamike: "T.N.T." by AC/DC

Edgar: "Smells Like Teen Spirit" by Nirvana

El Primo: "Mexican Wrestler" by Jill Sobule

Emz: "Respectless" from Hazbin Hotel (Composed by Sam Haft, Andrew Underberg, Andrew Alderete, Gooseworx, and Parry Gripp)

Eve: "Mean Green Mother from Outer Space" from Little Shop of Horrors (Composed by Alan Menken)

Fang: "Kung-Fu Fighting" by Carl Douglas

Frank: "Fireflies" by Owl City

Gale: "Much Too Young (To Feel This Damn Old)" by Garth Brooks

Gene: "Arabian Nights" from Aladdin (Performed by Robin Williams)

Gray: "Scheming Weasel" by Kevin MacLeod

Griff: "Big Boss Man" by Jimmy Reed

Grom: "Main Theme" from Bomberman (Composed by Jun Chikuma)

Gus: "Turn the Lights Off" by Tally Hall

Hank: "Send the Marines" by Tom Lehrer

Jacky: "Poundcake" by Van Halen

Janet: "Death from Above" by Turbonegro

Jessie: "More Gun" from Team Fortress 2 (by Valve Studio Orchestra)

Juju: "Friends on the Other Side" from The Princess and the Frog (performed by Keith David)

Kenji: "Title Theme" from Fruit Ninja (Luke Muscat)

Kit: "Nyanyanyanyanyanyanya!"/ "Nyan Cat Theme" by daniwell featuring Hatsune Miku

Larry & Lawrie: "Back to Back" by Pretty Maids

Leon: "Right Behind You" from Team Fortress 2 (by Valve Studio Orchestra)

Lily: "Return of the Giant Hogweed" by Genesis

Lola: "Big Shot" by Billy Joel

Lou: "Sky-High Sundae" from Mario Kart Tour (composer unknown)

Maisie: "What's Up Danger" from Into the Spider-Verse (by Blackway & Black Caviar)

Mandy: "Cookie Land" from Mario Kart: Double Dash!! (Composed by Shinobu Tanaka and Kenta Nagata)

Max: "Caffeine" by Psychostick

Meg: "Peach-ball Launches! Robobot Armor" from Kirby: Planet Robobot (Composed by Hirozaku Ando and Jun Ishikawa)

Melodie: "Miku" by Anamanguchi featuring Hatsune Miku

Mico: "Beverly Hills" by Weezer

Moe: "Cripple's Shield Wall" by The Knight in Leslie Fish

Mortis: "Hate the Day" by Behind the Scenes

Mr. P: "Hotel California" by The Eagles

Nani: "Time in a Bottle" by Jim Croce

Nita: "Wild Child" by The Doors

Otis: "Graffiti Crimes" by Mi-Sex

Pam: "You Will Be Okay" from Helluva Boss (Composed by Sam Haft and Andrew Underburg, performed by Bryce Pinkham)

Pearl: "Pass the Biscuits, Mirandy" by Spike Jones

Penny: "You Are a Pirate" from LazyTown (by Stefan Karl Steffanson and composed by Máni Svavarsson)

Piper: "A Spoonful of Sugar" from Mary Poppins (Composed by Richard M. Sherman and Robert B. Sherman)

Poco: "Spooky Scary Skeletons" by Andrew Gold

R-T: "Eye in the Sky" by The Alan Parsons Project

Rico: "Pinball Wizard" by The Who

Rosa: "Garden Song" by David Mallett

Ruffs: "Send the Marines" by Tom Lehrer

Sam: "Super Macho Man" from Punch-Out!! Wii (Composed by Mike Peacock, Darren Radtke, and Chad York)

Sandy: "Enter Sandman" by Metallica

Shade: to be released

Shelly: "Faster Than a Speeding Bullet" from Team Fortress 2 (By Valve Studio Orchestra)

Spike: "Super Mario Bros. Desert Theme" from Super Mario Maker 2 (Composed by Koji Kondo)

Sprout: "Trees" by Tom Lehrer

Squeak: "Slime Creatures from Outer Space" by "Weird Al" Yankovic

Stu: "Drive Fast (The Stuntman)" by Bruce Springsteen

Surge: "Rules of Nature" from Metal Gear Rising: Revengeance (Composed by Jamie Christopherson)

Tara: "Hot Rails to Hell" by Blue Oyster Cult

Tick: "Drop Da Bomb" by Doctor Steel

Willow: "It's Beginning to Look a Lot Like Fishmen" by H. P. Lovecraft Historical Society

[msfbgraves]

Sensei has never pushed him this hard.

"Again! Hands up! Eyes here!"

Blow after blow, more than even he can duck and parry, and he rises, again and again and again, because he gets to, while that boy...

"Up!"

He doesn't speak unless he's spoken to, a lesson learnt much earlier, at home, at school.

Can't betray anything not spoken.

All his teammates are much freer, but they're also weaker, even Zara who may be naturally more gifted than him. But Sensei knows, they're both fighting for survival.

"Do you want to go BACK?!"

No, he doesn't want that, doesn't want a future that might see him facing drones.

"Fight!!!"

But now, a cry, and blood, here too -

"Stop."

He hesitates one breath, and he ends on his knees.

"You're a waste, of time, of effort, of money. Yes or no?!"

A rasping breath. "Yes, Sensei."

"And there'll be no consequences."

"I-"

A kick to his side: "Speak!"

He bites his lip. "Not from them, Sensei."

A nod. "Pick your weapon."

He stands up, gets the bo.

At least that can be explained away.

...to most.

A smile, then: "Take off your shirt."

*

There's no blood this time either.

What there is, is empty time. He would have trained, but with no matches forthcoming, more time to rest, so -

He can't let anyone see him like this.

"Axel."

It's not Sensei, or his teammates, or anyone he wants to see.

It's Mr. Silver.

He gives a short bow, tries not to flinch. The man looks, then says:

"The Sekai Taikai will move to California for its conclusion."

"Your home state."

The man smiles. "Correct." Then: "There will be no charges, son."

"I know," he says. "Sensei told me."

The man lifts his chin, then puts a hand on his shoulder. Axel sucks in a breath.

"Every lesson makes you better."

There's another voice now, unheard, unbidden.

'There are other ways of teaching.'

"Yes."

"You know..." the man says. "You'll be fighting on Miyagi-do's home base."

A longer pause this time. "Yes."

"That means she'll be near even if she doesn't win."

"...yes."

"Good. Go now. Get some rest."

Axel obeys.

[technicallymaximumkitty]

playlists

I made playlist for hazbin hotel characters

charlie, vaggie, alastor, angel dust, husk, niffty, sir pentious (bonus adam)

❤️ Charlie ❤️

❤️ Humility, gorillaz 

❤️ Lights, ellie goulding 

❤️ Gateway to the stars, skeleton staff

❤️ Cry baby, melody martinez  

❤️ Sunshine, lollipops, and rainbows, Lesley gore 

❤️ KK bubblegum, animal crossing 

❤️ Charlie’s inferno, the handsome devil 

❤️ The exorcist, calypso 

❤️ Space unicorns, parry gripp 

❤️ Out of my league, fitz and the tantrums 

❤️ Heathens, 21 pilots 

❤️ Devil town, cavetown 

❤️ Rat, penelope scott 

💜 Vaggie 💜

💜 Saint benard, lincoln 

💜 Angel with a shotgun, the cab 

💜 I wouldn't mind, he is we

💜 Hell’s coming with me, poor man’s poison 

💜 Mary on a cross, ghost

💜 Notion, the rare occasion 

💜 Butch 4 butch, rio romeo 

💜 Training wheels, melody martinez 

💜 All the good girls go to hell, billie eilish 

💜 Soku eye, gorillaz

💜 Spear of justice, toby fox 

💜 Roar, katy perry 

💜 Raincoat, studio killers 

🧡 Alastor 🧡

🧡 Twisted, missio 

🧡 All eyes on me, or3o 

🧡 Our love is god, heathers musical 

🧡 Animals, maroon 5

🧡 Dismemberment song, blue kid

🧡 Animal cannibal, karen skladany 

🧡 We'll meet again, vera lynn 

🧡 Terry's taxidermy, teddy hyde 

🧡 Christmas kids, roar

🧡 Arms tonite, mother mother

🧡 The hunting song, tom lehrer

🧡 Necromancing dancing, bear ghost 

🧡 Happy face, jagwar twin 

🩷 Angel Dust 🩷

🩷 Epoch, the living tombstones

🩷 Say amen (saturday night) panic! At the disco

🩷 Bad romance, lady gaga

🩷 Candy store, heathers musical

🩷 Grrrls, aviva

🩷 Take a hint, victorious cast 

🩷 Bubble gum bit*h, marina and the diamonds

🩷 Baby hotline, jack starbur 

🩷 Weak, AJR

🩷 Bad habits, steve lacy

🩷 Vending machine of love, the stupendium 

🩷 Front street, will wood and the tapeworms

🩷 Control, halsey 

🤎 Husk 🤎

🤎 Let me down slowly, alec benjamin 

🤎 Dirty harry, gorillaz

🤎 Ghosting, mother mother

🤎 Hand me my shovel i am going in, will wood and the tapeworms

🤎 The good, the bad and the dirty, panic! At the disco

🤎 The gambler, kenny rogers

🤎 Let's get this over with, they might be giants 

🤎 Cats, dogs, and rats, rare americans

🤎 Your gonna go far kid, the offsrping

🤎 Pardon me, he is we

🤎 Coffee, jack starbur 

🤎 Look who’s inside again, bo burham 

🤎 Tennessee whiskey, chris stapleton 

🤍 Niffty 🤍

🤍 Girlfriend, hemlock spring 

🤍 Body, mother mother

🤍 Bill waterson, lemon demon

🤍 The masochism tango, tom lehrer

🤍 The red means i love you, madds buckley 

🤍 Cell block tango, Chicago musical

🤍 Runs in the family, amanda palmer 

🤍 Killer queen, queen 

🤍 Hello kitty, avril lavigne 

🤍 Pretty little psycho, theexorcist 

🤍 Cannibal, kesha 

🤍 Barbie girl, aqua 

🤍 Curses, crane wives 

💛 Sir Pentious 💛

💛 Love like you, steven universe 

💛 Give and take, poor man’s poison

💛 Oh klahoma, jack starbar 

💛 I’ll rust with you, steam powered giraffe 

💛 Mr blue sky, electric light orchestra 

💛 Hidden in the sand, tally hall

💛 Egg and soldiers, cosmo sheldrake 

💛 Rhinestone eyes, gorillaz 

💛 Man made objects, lemon demon 

💛 Under my skin, jukebox ghost 

💛 Bang!, AJR

💛 Secrets, one republic 

💛 Savior of the skies, the cog is dead

🩵 Adam 🩵

🩵 Main character, will wood and the tapeworms

🩵 Stick it to the man, school of rock

🩵 Eighth wonder, lemon demon 

🩵 Verbatim, mother mother 

🩵 They’re only human, death note musical 

🩵 American idiot, green day

🩵 5/4, gorillaz 

🩵 Punk tactics, joey valance and brae 

🩵 Kiss me son of god, they might be giants 

🩵 DONTTRUSTME, 3OH!3

🩵 blood//water, grandson

🩵 Another way out, hollywood undead

🩵 Modern day cain, I DON'T KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME

[wolftheidioticfan]

If you'd like to, could you share with us Amie and/or Ori's thoughts on each of The Emailers? I imagine they have been Data Collecting pretty much instinctively on everybody, though I get the feeling the conclusions they draw from that data, or the data they prioritize/notice more differs quite a bit between them.

Absolutely sure. They both have seen every email sent by everyone since they both have access to modify things. (Amie LOVES to talk in tags when redirecting mails. Ori might have liked to do that long ago, but he doesn't really seek people out anymore)

Lobby - Amie LOVES Lobby. really looks at how they act very very closely. It's why he got upset when everyone wanted to mail ashley because LOBBY didn't want to. Also why he temporarily worried about if bringing Parry in was right. Lobby was the first one to agree to help him!

Ori is curious. That kind of kindness and optimism is often met with manipulation or underlying issues. He's not sure he believes they are Truly kind to this degree. Are they plotting? Are they truly kind? Do they want something? Is it fear?

Parry - AMIE LOVES PARRY! BEST FRIEND. First one to call him that! Gave him so much hope! People are good! People can be good. He'll do anything for them. He looks to them the MOST for his morals. Parry could tell him anything and it would automatically override what anyone else says.

Ori is so...so confused. There is a fearful kindness he wants to pick apart. What makes a human so afraid. What is this history. Who are you. What are you. WHY are you. Where is this blind trust in him? Haven't you been hurt so many times? Didn't you hear me when I said I did not regret a thing? I am Incapable of remorse. And yet....

Mushroom - FAMILY?! Amie thinks about that all the time. Someone who distrusted him, disregarded his intentions...and then turned to give him a new chance. To then call him family. Is this what it means to earn love? To understand eachother?

Ori has...not many thoughts on Mushroom yet. They are a curious thing to him, like all people are. The turn they did about Amie is interesting. People's opinions change so quickly, don't they...

Snail - Amie gets excited when seeing Snail. Second best friend! Silly snail! Parry's friend, his friend! Protect them at all costs. They are silly. would love to play games with them. Ori noted how much Snail likes Bo. People can care about a digital creature to this extent? How odd.

Scar - Amie is....kind but tentatively nervous FOR them, not of them. You're digital? You glitch and hurt like me? How do we fix this, friend? For their sake more than his own. He's okay with who he is and how he's built. But is that okay for a human being? Is that normal? Where are you? How do I reach you?

...Ori is not blind to the parallels. Ori is...bitter that it seems things had been so much better than how it had been with him and Sonny. He kind of...isn't sure if he would talk to Scar in a more friendly way than his cordial tone.

Sea Angel- Amie unfortunately...is starting to be more on edge about Sea Angel. They're very in your face, very pushing into their comments and views even when in Amie's eyes, it might hurt more. Like when he rejected one of their emails because he thought it would upset Parry more. Or when he told them to stay in their line (Protecting a threat from death? NOT GOOD. to him) You talk too much friend. He respects a lot of their words, but when it comes to Parry specifically? Oh he's ruffling and hissing at them. Ori is indifferent. to an extent. There's a lot of wise words in that mind. But said at times when it could be taken so wrong.

OUGH these are the main off the top of my head im prolly missing some1 lmk

[better-call-mau1]

Congratulations! You’re being smothered with a completely random headcanon about Mandalorian marriage customs rescued! Please do not resist.

The Rite of Riduurok Akaanir, aka “Lover’s Quarrel”

Alright…so I gotta be honest and say that even though I can’t remember how exactly this headcanon came to me, I’ve been carrying it around for years, ever since first watching Rebels and shipping Sabezra 😅 …and at this point, I feel like it’s burning a hole in my head, trying desperately to get out, so I’m gonna save myself the expense of reconstructive cranial surgery and just share it:

Mandalorians like to fight. Actually, they don’t just like to fight, “weapons are a part of [their] religion,” or at least their culture—and for many, their entire lives are built around that. In the case of the Children of the Watch, strict adherence to a No-Living-Being-Can-See-You-With-Your-Helmet-Off orthodoxy even gets in the way of basic interpersonal behavior, like eating a meal together. The implications of that are…interesting…and not in a “wow that’s cool!” way…more like a “kark, that’s depressing” way.

Basically, I started to wonder how the “BAM! BOOM! BAM! BOOM! BLOW STUFF UP AND KILL THOSE FORCE-WIELDING MANIACS!” portion of Mandalorian culture (so…most of it?) intersects with intrinsic parts of human…wait, nope, sorry Grogu sentient life—namely romantic intimacy. (Paz Vizsla has, presumably, not taken his helmet off in decades…and he has a son who’s probably 12ish years old, tops…so do you think he ever stares at his kid and tries parsing out his own features to get an idea of what his wife looks like?) It’s an extreme example from an extreme sect, but there’s application to Mandalorian society as a whole. Where does love fit into a worldview or galaxy-view, I guess where conflict is a core tenet? When do individuals stop existing as warriors and start existing as people? Do they ever?

Anyway, the point is that on its face, the cultural dogma doesn’t seem to leave much room for authentic social and romantic intimacy, especially the latter since, ya know, the beskar has to come off both literally and figuratively in order to procreate. It’s difficult for me to see how the necessity of physical and emotional vulnerability can coexist with the rest of Mando culture—so let’s just leave it at that.

But for a civilization to survive as long as Mandalore has without totally disintegrating, those intimate relationships have to exist, and there’s plain evidence that they do. For all their problems, the Wren family clearly loves each other, and we even get a glimpse of some soft Alrich/Ursa PDA in “Heroes of Mandalore.” Then there’s Bo-Katan, who still cares deeply for her sister despite…well…joining a terrorist faction to help overthrow her. That says something, right?

Wrapping my mind around how authentic love can exist in a fictional warrior society really got me thinking—so much so that I headcanoned a ritual (Riduurok Akaanir, “Lover’s Quarrel”) to help myself work it all out.

The general idea? On Mandalorian wedding nights, the bride and groom have a private duel. A duel to the death? Maybe if it’s an arranged marriage and one party really wants out and I’m gonna speculate that Bo-Katan widowed herself at least four times before running off to join Death Watch.

More commonly, though, it’s just a playful act to embody love transcending conflict. Alrich Wren, for example, isn’t a traditional warrior, but Ursa didn’t assert her superior combat prowess on their wedding night by firing a wrist rocket at his face something Bo-Katan probably did to a few of the short-lived husbands Satine picked out for her. (“Parry this, you kriffing casual.”) Instead, I’d like to think Alrich and Ursa went through the basic motions of a hand-to-hand duel, not necessarily to prove who’s the better warrior, but as an intimate prelude to the actual consummation of their marriage—almost like a mutually disarming dance. (Could it be light-heartedly competitive? Sure! As the first Mando to perform the Riduurok Akaanir with a Jedi, Sabine would go all-out to make sure she doesn’t lose to Ezra! 😆) When the dance-duel ends, they set aside their warrior identities to become something more: husband and wife. It’s like a way of saying, “As Mandalorians, what we do is fight, but we’re more than mere weapons. We fight so we can love. We wear armor to protect ourselves, our homes, and our families. It’s an important part of who we are, but we’re ultimately made of flesh and blood, not cold beskar.”

So that’s the point of Riduurok Akaanir, a term I came up with using this nifty English to Mando’a online translator (before I just called it “Wedding Night Fight” in my head). It’s not supposed to be a blanket explanation—but intimacy and vulnerability don’t have clear utility in a warrior culture, and this is my best attempt at bridging that perceived gap.

If you made it down this far without dozing off, enjoy this Sabezra incorrect quote! 😁

Fenn Rau: I trust that Sabine briefed you on Mandalorian wedding customs?

Ezra: Yep! I know exactly how not to get myself killed before officially becoming a married man.

Rau: The trick is not getting yourself killed *after* becoming a married man. Did she explain what happens on the wedding night?

Ezra: Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...

Rau:

Ezra:...yeahthatsnotreallysomethingIneedorwantSabinetoexplaintomeandKanankindofgavemethelowdownbackduringmyJeditrainingdayssoIthinkIknowwhattodobutthanksanyway.

Rau: Kanan taught you about the Mandalorian ‘lover’s quarrel,’ then? His instruction was even more thorough that I imagined. Or maybe he always knew you and Sabine would end up together.

Ezra: Sorry, did you say...?

Rau: The Rite of Riduurok Akaanir is usually non-fatal. Sabine seems to be genuinely fond of you, so I’m sure you’ll survive to see the sunrise.

Ezra:

Ezra:

Ezra: Oh kriff.

[intrigd-voyagr]

I'm sooo bad at keeping characters in their canonical places in my brain they all live together in a big happy world.....

black heart takes coding lessons with shrimp on thursdays and helps out at a nature preserve with mushroom on the weekends :]

mush has family movie nights with snail, bo, parry, and amie all the time. also they bake and it's very funny bc parry always ends up covered in flour. They also visit all the other SB crew regularly both in and out of the servers ! (this is a thing they can all do bc I say so)

addie goes out on cute lil dates with Sonny and has stolen some of his shirts to wear as baggy pjs... Sometimes they see BH and mush when they go on walks. Addie also likes to spend time with casey and jade, braiding hair n stuff :]

[titikawai]

my first fanfic ever

SUMMARY : 

As Bo-Katan realises that Din is struggling to wield the Darksaber properly. She suggests that they have a one-on-one combat training session during which confessions are made and not all of them unpleasant.

NOTES : I made a theory surrounding DinBo this morning and brought it to life in my first fanfic ever this afternoon. I wanted to post the oneshot on AO3 this evening, just to realize you had to sign up on a waitinglist before they allowed you to create an account to post fanfics (I didn’t know that and I’ve been using this website for a decade).

I couldn’t wait next week to post this “masterpiece” (this is irony, I know it is far from perfect) and decided to update it first on Tumblr for my fellow DinBo shippers.

So without further a do, here it is !!!

FIRST AND LAST CHAPTER : 

Din Djarin held the darksaber tightly in his hand, feeling the weight of it as he practiced his swings. He had won the weapon in battle against Moff Gideon, but he still struggled to wield it properly.

Bo-Katan watched him from the sidelines, her arms folded as she observed his movements. "You're still not quite getting it," she said, stepping forward to offer him some advice. "You need to accept the blade, to let it become a part of you."

Din looked up at her, his brow furrowed. "I don't know if I can," he admitted. "It feels like a burden, like I'm not worthy of it."

Bo-Katan nodded understandingly. "I know it's not easy," she said. "But you need to master the darksaber if we're going to defeat Moff Gideon and reclaim our rightful place as Mandalorians."

Din sighed, lowering the blade. "I understand," he said. "But I don't know how to do it."

Bo-Katan smiled at him reassuringly. "I can help you," she said.

Din looked at her sceptically. "How?" he asked.

"Through training," Bo-Katan said. "We'll have a one-on-one combat, with me using a beskar sword against your darksaber. It'll be tough, but I think it's what you need to fully accept the blade."

Din hesitated for a moment before nodding. "Okay," he said. "Let's do it."

The two of them took their positions. Din raised the darksaber, feeling the weight of it once more.

Din held the darksaber in one hand, his other hand up in a defensive stance.

Bo-Katan attacked first, her beskar sword flashing through the air. He parried her blows, his movements slow and hesitant at first. She could see the struggle etched on his face as they sparred with each other.

"Relax, Din," she said, as he parried her blows with hesitancy. "Don't overthink it. Let the weapon flow through you. The darksaber will not yield to you if you are not at peace with themselves."

Din nodded, trying to loosen up his grip on the darksaber. But he could not shake the feeling of inadequacy that weighed heavily on his mind.

"I don't know if I'm the right person to lead our people," he admitted.

Bo-Katan raised an eyebrow, "And why is that?"

"I just feel like I'm not living up to the expectations that come with this title," Din replied, a tinge of self-doubt in his voice.

Bo-Katan stopped the fight, "Din, you need to understand that being a leader is not just about being the strongest warrior. It's about having a vision for your people, and most importantly, it's about having the heart to lead them." she smiled at him. "You are more than worthy of this title. You have proven yourself time and time again, and your people believe in you. But you need to believe in yourself first."

Din looked at her, his expression full of doubt. "But what if I don't have what it takes? What if I fail my people?"

Bo-Katan's eyes softened, "Failure is a part of life. You will make mistakes. That’s inevitable. But what sets a true leader apart is how they manage failure. I made countless of them. You have already shown that you are willing to put yourself on the line to protect your people. That alone is a testament to your leadership skills. You are more than worthy of your title. You are a strong and capable leader.” She waited some time before she continued. “The day you defeated Moff Gideon and wanted to give me the darksaber back. I resented you because I thought you stole my only chance at redemption. However, I couldn’t be happier that this blade found you : You not wanting it what makes you the best leader Mandalorians could ever wish for. You have to trust in yourself, in your abilities and embrace your destiny as our people’s leader."

Din took a deep breath before he spoke. "I've never seen myself as a leader," he said. "I was a bounty hunter, someone who worked alone. And now I have to lead an entire group of people. It's a lot of responsibility, and I'm not sure if I'm up to it… "

There was a long pause but he spoke again “You know… I lost my parents at a very young age”.  

Bo-Katan could sense the weight of Din's words and the pain in his voice. She knew that his past had shaped him into the man he was today, and that it was important for him to confront his trauma if he was going to wield the darksaber.

"I'm sorry, Din," she said softly.

Din shook his head. "It's not something I talk about often," he said. "But it's been weighing on me lately. I keep thinking, what if I'm not good enough? What if I fail our people like I failed my parents?" Din nodded; his eyes distant as he recalled the memory. "I was just a boy. They were farmers, living a peaceful life on a small settlement on Aq Vetina, the planet on which I was born. They were killed in a Separatist attack. I never got the chance to say goodbye to them. I was taken in by a group of Mandalorians after that," Din went on. "They raised me, taught me how to fight and survive. But sometimes, I feel like I'm still that scared little boy who lost his parents. I couldn't do anything to save them. I've carried that guilt with me ever since." As he spoke, he could feel the anger and pain bubbling up inside him, threatening to overwhelm him. He clenched his fists, trying to keep himself from lashing out.

But then, he felt warmth on his shoulder, and he looked up to see Bo-Katan had put her hand there, looking at him, her visor hiding the concern in her eyes. Her touch was gentle, but it sent a jolt of electricity through his body. He could not explain it, but the way she touched him made him feel something more than just gratitude. He tried to push the feeling aside, telling himself that it was just his imagination.

Bo-Katan sat silently for a moment, taking in what Din had just shared with her as it echoed with her past. She had listened to him with empathy, knowing that he needed to share his burden with someone. " Din, you didn’t fail your parents. You can't blame yourself for something that was out of your control," she said. "You were just a child. You couldn't have known what was going to happen nor done anything to prevent it."

Din looked at her with a sense of relief, as if he had been waiting for someone to tell him that. "You're right," he said. "I've been carrying that burden for too long."

Bo-Katan nodded at him, "It's okay to feel that way, Din. But you can't let it hold you back from being the leader that your people need you to be."

He looked at her, his eyes glistening with tears behind his helmet. "I know that logically," he said. "But it's hard to shake off that feeling of guilt."

Din could feel his emotions building up inside of him. He had always managed to keep a lid on his feelings, keeping them tightly locked away. But after this intense exchange with Bo-Katan, he knew that he needed some time alone. He excused himself, telling her that he needed to clear his head, and walked away from the group.

Once he was out of sight, he found a quiet spot where he could be alone with his thoughts. He took off his helmet, feeling the cool air on his face. As he stood there, tears began to roll down his face, and he felt his shoulders start to shake with sobs. It was a raw and ugly cry, one that he had been holding back for far too long. He allowed himself to feel the full weight of his grief and guilt, the pain of losing his family and the weight of being a Mandalorian warrior. He let himself feel every emotion, no matter how difficult or overwhelming. As he cried, he felt a small sense of relief wash over him. For so long, he had been carrying the weight of his past on his shoulders, never allowing himself to fully process his feelings. But in this moment, he was finally able to let go.

He wiped away his tears and put his helmet back on, feeling a newfound sense of clarity and purpose. He knew that his journey was far from over, and that there would be more challenges and struggles to come. But for the first time in a long time, he felt ready to face them head-on, with a renewed sense of strength and determination.

Finally at peace, he made his way back to Bo-Katan, ready to continue their session.

As he picked up the darksaber, the weight of the blade felt lighter in his hands, and he was ready to master its power.

As they sparred, he found himself moving with more grace and ease, his movements fluid and confident. It was as if the darksaber was guiding him, its power and history flowing through him. With each swing of his blade, he felt his guilt and self-doubt lessen, replaced by a sense of purpose.

Finally, he managed to land a decisive blow that sent Bo-Katan's beskar sword flying from her hand. He stood there, panting and sweating, his heart racing with excitement.

Bo-Katan grinned at him, her eyes shining with pride. "Well done," she said. "You've truly mastered the darksaber."

Din felt a sense of accomplishment wash over him. "Thank you," he said. "I couldn't have done it without your help. I needed that.”

Bo-Katan was thankful she was wearing her helmet as hearing him thank her brought fire to her cheeks. She couldn't help but think about the conversation they had earlier, when he had confided in her about the death of his parents. It was a heavy burden to carry, and she felt honoured that he had trusted her enough to share his pain.

Over the past few weeks she spent with the children of the watch, she had found herself drawn to him, admiring his strength. But she knew that as a fellow Mandalorian, she could not let those feelings interfere with her duty and had to keep her emotions in check, but she could not help but feel drawn to him. In the end, she knew that her duty to her people came first, but for now, she allowed herself to feel a sense of admiration for the remarkable warrior that Din had become.

The both of them sat side by side near the crackling fire, watching the sun dip below the horizon. The day had been long and tiring, and they were both grateful for the moment of rest. As they sat there in silence, their shoulders occasionally brushing against each other, Din could not help but feel a growing sense of attraction towards the fiery Mandalorian. He admired her skills, and he felt a sense of comfort and safety whenever she was nearby. Bo-Katan, too, was acutely aware of the closeness between them. She could feel the heat of Din's body against hers, and she found herself drawn to him in a way that she couldn't explain.

But as their bodies accidentally touched again, Bo-Katan's mind raced back to their discussion from prior and she remembered the fateful day on Aq Vetina. “I didn’t say anything back then, but when you mentioned the day your parents died, it brought back a memory. I still remember that day even though I was a teenager," she finally spoke up. "I was there too, fighting off the Separatists and trying to save as many people as possible."

Din looked at her in surprise. "You were there?" he asked.

"Yes," Bo-Katan replied. "As part of Death Watch, I was there to assist the locals and provide protection.” she said softly. " I'm sorry for your loss. I had no idea that you were one of the foundlings we saved that day and I wish we arrived sooner to save you parents."

Din was speechless. He had always felt a connection to the Mandalorians who had taken him in, but he had no idea that Bo-Katan had been there on that sorrowful day.

After a few moments of silence, Din spoke up. "You said you were part of Death Watch, what was it exactly?" he asked.

Bo-Katan sighed, knowing that this was a difficult topic for her to speak of. "Death Watch was a group of Mandalorians who believed in returning our people to the ancient ways. We didn't believe in the pacifist ways of the New Mandalorian government," she explained. “We thought we were the true Mandalorians, the ones who would restore our people to their former glory."

Bo-Katan took a deep breath and began to speak. "I joined Death Watch when I was 16. I didn’t know better" she said, her voice heavy with emotion. "I have to admit, Din, I've done some things that I'm not proud of. When I was a member of Death Watch, I was convinced that we were doing the right thing, that we were fighting for the true Mandalorian way. But looking back now, I can see how misguided we were." Din listened intently, curious about Bo-Katan's past.

"We caused a lot of pain and suffering," Bo-Katan continued, her voice shaking. "Innocent lives, like my sister’s were lost because of our actions… of my actions. I can never undo what I've done."

“You never told me you had a sister” Din answered, surprised she had kept quiet about her for so long.

Bo-Katan looked down, tears now forming in her eyes. "Satine was the Duchess of Mandalore," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I can now objectively say that she was a great leader and a kind soul. She was always trying to find a way to avoid conflict and I hated her for that. I thought she was weak.”

Din listened intently; his eyes fixed on Bo-Katan. He had never heard her speak about her past like this before.

"Pre Vizsla, the leader of Death Watch, joined forces with Darth Maul. I opposed the alliance, but it didn't matter. Maul killed him and took over Death Watch, using it to gain control over Mandalore then killed Satine." Bo-Katan's voice trembled as she recounted the tragic event.

"I blamed myself for her death. If I hadn't joined Death Watch, if I had followed Satine's path, maybe things would have turned out differently. I could never forgive myself for that," Bo-Katan concluded, her eyes filled with tears.

Din took her hand in his own. Bo-Katan looked down at their intertwined hands, feeling a warmth spread through her body at the touch of Din's strong fingers. She had never felt this way before, not even with her late partners, and it both scared and thrilled her. His touch brought a sense of comfort and reassurance to her. She could not help but feel a flutter in her stomach. She looked up at him, their gazes held for a moment, and in that moment, through his helmet, she felt a tenderness, a vulnerability that he rarely showed to anyone but Grogu. It brought her back to when Din had taken off his helmet to look at his child before he joined Anakin and Padme’s son. The thought made her heart skip a beat.

"Bo, you can't blame yourself for what happened. You didn't know the outcome when you joined Death Watch and you couldn't have prevented it."

She shook her head. "But I betrayed her, Din. I let her down."

Din looked at her with a gentle expression. "You did what you thought was right back then, you were just a kid who made a mistake that unfortunately had tragic consequences. And now, you have a chance to make things right. You can honour your sister's memory by uniting and protecting the people of Mandalore, just like the Armourer said".

Bo-Katan nodded, feeling a sense of relief wash over her. Din was right. She could not change the past, but she could make a difference in the present and the future. She looked at him with gratitude, but also with a newfound sense of admiration. "You're right, but I don't want to do it alone. I want to do it with you by my side."

Din felt a jolt of surprise at her words. He had never thought about what their future could hold beyond completing their mission, but her request made him feel a sense of warmth that he could not ignore.  "I'll be there for you, Bo. We'll do it together."

As they sat there by the fire, the tension between them grew. Bo-Katan could not help but feel drawn to Din as she found herself feeling grateful for his support and understanding.

Her hand still in his, she glanced over at him and noticed how the firelight danced across his helmet, highlighting the curves and lines of the Beskar. She felt a sudden urge to touch it. Without thinking, she reached out and ran her hand over the surface, tracing the contours of his helmet.

Din's breath caught in his throat. Aside from Grogu and Omera, he had never allowed anyone to touch his helmet before, but something about Bo-Katan made him feel different, made him want to lower his guard. He turned to face her, his eyes meeting hers through the visor. For a moment, they just looked at each other, the tension between them palpable.

Bo-Katan took a step closer to Din, her hand still resting on his helmet. "Thank you, Din," she whispered. "I couldn't have done this without you."

Din felt a warmth spread through him at her words, and before he could even think, he found himself leaning in, his forehead gently pressing against hers. They stayed like that for a moment, the world around them seeming to fade away. It was a simple gesture, but it spoke volumes about their growing connection and the unspoken feelings between them.

Bo-Katan closed her eyes, savouring the moment. She had never been one for displays of affection, but something about Din made her feel safe and comfortable. She tilted her head slightly, and their helmets clanked together softly. It was a small, intimate moment, but it meant the world to both of them.

Din lifted her chin with a gloved finger, looking deep into her eyes. "Bo, I..."

Before he could finish, they were interrupted by a blaring alarm. Bo-Katan jumped to her feet, ready for battle, and Din followed suit. They ran towards the source of the alarm, their hands still intertwined, ready to face whatever danger lay ahead.

[lastintheserverbox]

[Snail nervously traced their cracks again, trying to typing their reply at the same time]

I do, I truly do. I wasn’t kidding when I said I want to keep you safe. I, really love you romantically. I could honestly name all the things I would want to do with you. To do with Mush, Parry. Anything really, as long as you are by my side.

-🐌

[Bo grabs his tail, runs his hand over the 'fluff' on it for a moment. An abnormal feeling this was. Not what he was programmed for.

Then again, was he ever programmed for grief, or parenthood...or anything he had done up to this point?

What did it even mean to be programmed versus just to be him?]

"Darlin' ah...ah don't know what its like...to love someone properly but ah...Ah think ah do too. Very much. different from raisin' a kid fer sure...yer somethin'....somethin' so, so special..."

[bechloesupercorp]

She wished that Ava had come back sooner. She wished that she had left her apartment seven minutes earlier. She wished that the universe wasn't so cruel. She wished that there wasn't a tarask standing in the middle of her living room.

It was suffocatingly hot, room engulfed in deep red as it roared. Beatrice steeled herself, bo staff ready to go. This is how she would die. No back-up, alone, fighting for humanity, like she'd always pledged.

It had come as a surprise. Tarasks didn't roam earth now, not since Ava and the halo had- Ava.

A shot of hope rocketed into Bea's chest. If the tarasks were here, then Ava was too. Staring down the tarask in the quivering heat, its bright eyes ablaze. Dinner time.

Her landline broke the tension. The OCS. In the second that Bea looked away, it launched its attack.

Bea jumped out of its wild claws, rolling behind the kitchen counter. She only needed to evade it for a bit, just long enough that it had to return to its realm. The phone kept ringing, cutting against the tarask's deep howls. She got a handful of good shots in, leveraging her meager furniture to attack from all angles.

It felt like hours. Dodging and parrying, followed by an attack, before narrowly escaping her immediate death. Trinkets fell off the shelves, pictures crashing to the floor with its quakes. Her muscles ached, bouncing from spot to spot in a perverse game of tag.

But it must have been mere minutes. It was like everything had faded out. This was her moment. Land a debilitating hit, and then walk away free. Something fluttered in her chest. She leapt off the bookshelf as the tarask sent it smashing to bits, steeling her grip, staff pointed right to the junction of neck. Then the voicemail clicked on. Familiar voices cutting through the air. "Bea! Ava's back! Come quick!" "Cam move! Bea! Where are you? I'm back!! It worked!!!" Ava. Her eyes grew wide, and she instinctively shifted towards the voice. Ava!

Sharp claws seared through her open side. She slammed straight to the floor, hot blood gushing from the gaping wounds in her side. Air swept itself out her lungs, and the telltale whoosh of the portal as the tarask retreated. Darkness danced on the edge of her vision and the words filtering through the answering machine wavered in and out, like she was deep under water. "Bea, I'm coming!" A smile flit over her lips as she laid there, bleeding out in the destruction that was once her home. "In the next," she whispered, inaudible to even herself.

The universe was cruel. But she didn't regret a single second. Her head lolled, eyes drifting closed, to the sound of her lover's joy, "I love you Bea!"

[anjuschiffer]

Do We Dare To Dream? Chapter 5 - Finale

...a year later, huh? But hey! It's the finale and hope you enjoy it :D

Tags: @toodaloo-kangaroo @vixen-uchiha @hammalammadamdam @laurcad123

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It didn’t take long to find the brat despite the lights in the manor having gone off, Jason hearing his yell echo throughout the halls, the yells getting louder as he neared his room. 

The minute he turned the corner, he watched as Damian was being pushed against the corridor wall, the perpetrator overwhelming the kid despite their small frame, their bo staff holding its own against Damian’s katana.

“Damian!” Jason yelled, hating that the goggles he had on were a bit too snug for him and the mask he slipped over his mouth muffled his voice. 

Sure, the assailant might know what he may look like a bit, but if their mask didn’t have built in cameras to help magnify things, then they shouldn’t know his face…meaning they shouldn’t know who he was and he needed that advantage.

The assailant turned to acknowledge him, kicking Damian back into his room before running towards Jason, snapping him from his trance when he saw the bo staff mere inches away from his face. 

Stepping back, Jason felt a shiver run down his spine when he noticed the floor tiles crack when the assailant’s staff met it with a loud clang. 

Oh, there was no fooling around, was there?

He quickly withdrew his blades, not having a second to compose himself as the assailant quickly threw themselves at him, Jason gritting his teeth as he did his best to fend off the bo staff that clashed against his two katanas.

Jason danced with his opponent, dodging all of their attacks, save for a few hits that managed to make him feel the bruises starting to form on his arm and legs. He managed to land a few cuts onto his opponent, a few punches to their stomach and yet-

“Fuck off brat!” Jason yelled at Damian who got in his way for the third time, causing the two of them to knock backwards, Jason hissing as he felt something in his bone break inwards as the assailant’s staff collided with his ribs.

“I don’t need your protection!” Damian roared as he dusted himself off as he got back up. “I am the grandson of Ra's Al Ghul, the heir to the League of Assassins-” Jason began to drown his voice as he focused back on the person who kept trying to kill him with every move they charged in his direction, “-trained in the way of killing. I don’t need some foot soldier protecting me! I can handle this-” Damian letting out a scream was not something Jason expected. 

He also wasn’t expecting to see Deathstroke withdrawing his katana from Damian’s shoulder.

“Damian!”

“Well done finding the objective, Rouge.” Deathstroke praised them, Jason watching as his opponent quickly stopped attacking him and went to Deathstroke’s side. “And as promised, I’ll-”

“Do you think I’ll just let you do that to me?” Damian growled, charging towards Deathstroke, clicking his teeth when the assailant parried his attack and pushed him away.

“Foolish boy. There’s a reason as to why Ra’s sent you to your father’s instead of chasing after me.” Deathstroke sneered. 

Jason watched as Rouge continued to guard Deathstroke. “Despite the fact that you were trained by Ra’s, you lack the one thing that separates you from him and your father: patience.”

Damian yelled as he charged once again towards Deathstroke, only this time, Rouge parried him and dropped their bo staff, stabbed Damian in his forearm and proceeded to pin him against the ground. 

“Damian!”

“Let me go!” 

As much as Jason enjoyed seeing Damian get what he deserved, he knew he had to save this kid if he wanted to keep living.

Jason quickly grabbed the abandoned staff and whacked Rouge against the stomach, causing them to crash into the wall, widening the distance between Rouge and Damian.

“Damian, we need to go and-”

“I’m not a coward! Keep that vexatious nuisance away from me.” Damian ordered as he dusted himself off, locking onto Deathstroke. “I’ll handle him!” Damian said with a roar as he chased after Deathstroke.

“Damian!” Jason yelled knowing it fell onto deaf ears. “That fucking-” Jason muttered, after to go after the brat when he caught something pink move from the corner of his eye.

He felt the heel of Rouge’s foot connect with the side of his head, his vision shifting greatly. His head hit the floor, Jason feeling his goggles begin to overheat, low crackling filling his ears. 

As quickly as he could go, Jason struggled to take the damn thing off, making sure that none of the shards of the goggles’ lens decided to impale him. 

“Ra’s isn’t going to be happy about this,” he said out loud, only then realizing that something was off.

Why did Rouge stop attacking? 

Jason looked at the enemy in front of him, having the balls to just stand there, as if waiting for a command. For something to happen. Anything. 

“Is…that you…Jason?” Jason heard the person speak for the first time. 

“How the hell do you know my-“ 

“He told me you were dead.” They said, Jason watching as they took off their mask, Jason watching as strands of her short hair framed her pale face as she pulled down her hood. 

There was no way…no…but it was…

For some reason, he felt relieved more so than confused. He didn’t know why, but he did. 

“I saw you die before my eyes.” Jason managed to whisper despite the frog in his throat, taking a step towards Marinette who did the same. 

“Slade told me that Ra’s had killed you for trying to defend me. He told me-“

“You literally bleed to death as Ra’s dragged me away from-“

“Slade told me that Ra’s had made an example of you for conspiring against him.”  Marinette said, cupping Jason’s face into her calloused hands, Jason placing his own over hers. Marinette noticed a red ribbon tied around his wrist. 

Her ribbon! 

So that’s where it went. She had searched for it upon waking up, only to find it missing from her hair. “I mourned you for days.”

“So did I.” Jason whispered, proceeding to hug Marinette, wrapping his arms tightly around her, scared that if he let her go, she would leave him again. “You’re supposed to be dead…”

“So are you and yet here we are…” Marinette didn’t want this moment to end but she had to. There was something she had to do. “Jason.”

“Yeah?” As he pulled away, something met his lips, Jason staring at Marinette with wide eyes when she pulled herself away from him. He stared at her for a few seconds before he cupped her face with his hand. “Can we do that again? I don’t think I processed that first one.” Jason asked, running his hand through her hair, disappointed at the fact that it was so short now. 

It just barely reached her ears, falling back to frame her face every time he tried to run his fingers through it.

With a nod and giggle from Marinette, he brought himself closer to her, returning her earlier kiss, smiling into it.

“Jason!” Marinette squeaked, giggling as he then peppered her in chaste kisses. “We have to focus!”

“I’m just making up for lost time.” Jason said as he kissed her one last time. “I don’t plan on breaking that promise we made two years ago, got it?” Marinette pursed her lips, causing Jason to scowl. “Don’t tell me you’re staying with-”

“I’m not going back to Deathstroke. My role in this has already been completed. I’m free to go wherever I please… but what about you?” Marinette curled her fingers into her palm, looking down to her feet, watching as a blade pierce right through her chest. “Didn’t Ra’s personally make you Damian’s guard? Won’t he expect you to stay by his side?” She watched as blood dripped from the tip of the blade. “How…how will you get him off your back?” She stuttered, bringing her trembling hand over her heart.

She snapped from her trance once Jason placed her hand on his cheek.

“Mari, he’s not here.”

“I don’t want to suffer under him because of me again.” She admitted, pulling her hand away. “I caused you to suffer because of my stupid-”

“You taught me to dream again. To hope.” Jason cupped her face. “Is it wrong of us to try and make our dreams come true? To complete our promise?”

“No.” 

“So, are you willing to fight for it?” Jason asked her, watching as the fear in her eyes dispelled, watching as they gleamed brightly with passion.

“I am.” Marinette pledged. “I’m in.”

“That’s the Mari I know,” He praised, causing her heart to soar.

“But if we’re going to make it out of here tonight, then I have to tell you everything about Deathstroke’s plans for tonight. Starting with his end goal.”

“Isn’t killing Damian his end goal?”

“Killing Damian isn’t his actual goal, if anything, Damian’s death would be a nice achievement. Another trophy if you would.” Marinette confessed. “I’m sure you’re well aware of that Deathstroke was the one behind the-”

“-attack on the League just a few weeks ago. Yes. I’m aware of that.” He didn’t dare want to let her know that her dead body was highly ingrained into his memory from that night. She’d only add it to her growing guilt.

“Then you’re aware of his obsession with taking over the League of Assassins. 

But that was just a ruse he wanted us to think was his true objective. In reality, he wants to kill Ra’s and everyone related to him and those who are connected to his family.”

“Ra’s? He thinks he could kill Ra’s? Jason scoffed. “No one can-”

“He might not be able to kill him head on, but definitely using underhanded methods, such as coming after his heir. He also wants to kill anyone who he sees as a threat in achieving this, which includes Talia and…” Marinette went quiet.

“Who else Mari? Who else could possibly stand in his way of killing Ra-”

“Wayne.” Marinette whispered. “He wants to kill Bruce Wayne, his ultimate rival…the man who he blames-” A ringing started to grow in Jason’s ears.

Jason stood there, frozen as he attempted to process those words through the ringing that was slowly starting to leave his ears.

“-son! Jason! Stop!” He felt something tug at his arm. “Snap out of it! Please!” Marinette pleaded, Jason turning to see why she was screaming when it was just the two of them-

Why was she panicking? Why were her eyes so glossy?

He reached for her to try and calm her down, only for her to step away from him, her eyes darting from his face to his hand and back. “Ja-Jason, it’s m-me.”

“I know it’s you.” Jason easily answered back, only then noticing something was wrong with him. Why did he sound-

“Can you hear me?” Marinette asked. “Can you tell me, what’s my name?”

“Mari, I’m…fine now.” Jason let out a breath. “I’m fine.” When she wouldn’t approach him, he decided to sit down and waited for her to come close. But she never did. “Marinette, I’m-”

“You remember him, don’t you?” She asked him. “That’s why you reacted that way, right?” Jason opened his mouth to answer, only to close it. “When…when did you regain-”

“How did you know Bruce Wayne was my father?” Jason threw back at her, wondering why she didn’t bring him up in the first place. “Why did you assume that Slade’s objective of killing Bruce Wayne was the reason I lost control of my-”

“Slade didn’t tell me Bruce Wayne was your father. He didn’t even tell me that Damian was Ra’s grandchild and Bruce’s son. 

It wasn’t until I started to do some research after the mission briefing that I started to connect the loose dots Slade had given me.” Marinette confessed.  “And I confirmed my findings with the first portrait I saw upon entering the manor, upon entering Bruce’s office.” She smiled. “You were very adorable as a kid, you know? The bow tie just added to your cuteness.”

“Portrait? What-” It clicked. “He still has it?” He whispered, feeling Mari’s hands pull him up.

To think Bruce still had their old family portrait and in his office for that matter… he thought…he thought Bruce would have already stored it somewhere to rot. Somewhere where his face wouldn’t cause him any suffering…

“Jason.” Marinette held onto his hand, grasping it tightly. “We need to stop Slade. We need to stop him from killing Damian and your father.” Marinette then grinned ferally. “And I need him to pay for lying to me about you being dead.”

“Let’s rip him up a new hole, shall we?” Jason proposed, causing Marinette to laugh before the two ran out to search for the bastard.

-

Dick knew something was off the minute he stepped into the manor after so much needed bath after last night’s patrol. And no, it wasn’t the out of whack tension in the manor’s air due to Bruce’s kid-

Bruce’s kid…Damian…his son…

Dick sighed as the thought muddled his mind. 

He never thought Bruce would actually end up with a kid of his own flesh and blood despite his countless flings he had throughout the years, but that was just it. While Bruce had intimate relationships, he made sure they never got to third base…

To think that he had a kid with Ra’s Al Ghul’s daughter out of everyone out there…

What was he thinking?

Ever since Damian waltzed into their world, everything had felt off balanced, something had shifted in their home and yet Dick couldn’t figure out why. Sure, Damian’s arrogance was a pain in his ass, but that couldn’t be the reason for Dick feeling this way. 

This feeling, it was the same feeling Dick would feel after Bruce would return from a business trip. A feeling of familiarity, of someone waiting to be greeted back.

But Bruce had been at the Manor for the past week, making calls between Lucius and lawyers regarding the new addition to the family. 

So why was he feeling like this?

Deciding to check on his new brother, Dick turned the hall that led to his room, only to stop like a deer in headlights. 

The doors to Damian’s room were busted down, clear cuts adorned the hallway and flooring, nearby decorations obliterated into scraps of paper and wood. 

How did all of this go unnoticed? Why didn’t any of the alarms-

Dick felt his phone start to ring in his pocket, quickly fishing it out only to see Bruce’s phone flashing across the screen.

“Bruce? Do-”

“Slade got into the manor.” Bruce cut off, causing Dick’s heart to stop.

There went a name he thought he would never hear again…

“What do you mean Slade-”

“Talia just contacted me and filled me in on the situation. Seems like he’s taking his revenge on me through Damian…and Ra’s.”

“Ra’s? What do you-”

“He’s dead.” Dick had to take a moment to process what he was just told. “He killed him a few days ago, leaving the League in shambles.”

Ra’s…dead? He never thought he would ever croak- wait. He’s after Damian? “-need you to find Damian and make sure-”

“Seems like he already found him.” Dick bluntly informed Bruce, hearing the other side get quieter than usual. “The furniture inside his room is thrashed about and right outside the room, it seems like he got into an intense battle with Slade, although…I don’t think he’s alone, or rather, neither of them are alone.”

“Explain.” Dick crouched to examine the crushed tile beneath him. 

“We know both Damian and Slade excel in using katanas but there’s evidence of a bo staff being used and based on the damages, they couldn’t be any older than me but definitely older than Damian and younger than Slade himself.” Dick then noticed the shattered mask shattered across the floor. “But there’s evidence of another person fighting the one with the bo staff. Perhaps the person Damian told us was selected by Ra’s himself to protect him.”

“Figure out what is going on and make sure Damian is safe. I’ll be there in ten.” Dick listened as the line went off, signaling his hunt for Damian. If only he knew where to start when it struck him. Why didn’t he think to check there in the first place?!

-

The Bat Cave was everything but the best place to fight against an opponent who trained under the same master you did. Especially one who fought with vengeance in his mind. 

Yes there was a plethora of weaponry to throw towards Slade, but that was it. There wasn’t much footing Damian could jump onto or jump off of to increase the forces of his blows which he so desperately needed right now. 

Damian had no qualms in fighting against Slade, but the mere fact that he was running out of stamina wasn’t sitting well with him, feeling the soreness and burning sensations of his wounds starting to affect him. 

And as his mind focused on these issues, it was also starting to notice that the aching in his calves were starting to feel more than just slight tingling. They were starting to weigh him down too much, fusing with the floor beneath him.

It burned every time he would have to lift them up, hell he didn’t have to lift them to feel it. Just moving them felt like they were on fire.

Cursing himself for his weakening state, it was only then that he realized he had allowed himself to get distracted, feeling his foot start to slip on the railing leading to the second floor of the base. 

That’s when a flying blade prevented Slade from piercing his blade through his abdomen. 

“You really do enjoy getting yourself killed, don’t you brat?” Jason lectured, throwing more blades towards Slade who dodged them with ease.

“And he calls himself Ra’s heir.” Marinette added, launching herself off of Jason’s shoulders and placed herself between Damian and Slade, quickly kicking Slade off the stairs. She watched as the man stumbled back, catching his footing as he got off the last step. 

“Rouge. What do you think-”

“The hell does it look like I’m doing?” Marinette asked, sliding down the railings and proceeding to attack him. “I’m helping Jason.”

“Oh? So the minute you found out Jason was alive, do decided to betray-”

“Betray?” Marinette scoffed, whipping out a kunai after dodging a swing from his blade. “More like making you pay for taking advantage of me and using me for your own gain.”

“We had a mutual-”

“You told me the guy I liked was dead, asshole!” Marinette screamed as she shoved her weapon into his eye, grinning as she dug the kunai deeper in his eye socket, a laugh escaped her as his screams filled her ears. She twisted it before jumping away from him. “Jason!”

“On it!” Jason yelled, running his katana through Slade’s abdomen before taking it out. He watched as Slade collapsed to the floor, cradling his wound before attempting to stand back up only to yell in agony as he dropped back down to the floor. But this time, he remained still.

“That ought to keep him down.” Damian said as he withdrew his katana from Slade’s back, digging his heel into the fresh wound. “Serves him right.”

“The fuck do you think you’re doing?” Jason snarled, pushing Damian off. “He’s down. He’s out of-”

“What is going on-” a voice started, only to trail as they fully stepped into the cave. Jason didn’t need to see their face to know who they were. While he hadn’t heard it in a while, he could recognize that voice anywhere. “Jason? Is that you?” 

All Jason could hear was his heart in his ears as he watched Dick get closer to them when Marinette’s blood curdling scream brought him back to his senses.

As he turned to see her, all he saw was red as he watched Slade run his katana through her leg. He watched as she stumbled to the floor, watching as she tried to mend her wound.

He watched as she turned to look at him, watched as she tried to tell him something but he couldn’t really make out what she was trying to say. He watched as she tried to stand up, but fell down once again.

Suddenly, Jason watched as a pool of blood started to form around her, watching as blood started to get closer to him, watched as her blood- he had to pay.

Slade better run before he got to him and-

“-okay. Jason! She’s going to be okay!” Dick shouted at him, causing him to snap from his thoughts, only then realizing that he was standing right in front of him, almost digging his fingers into his shoulders. “She managed to stop the bleeding Jason. You don’t have to go after-”

“He played us for fools Dick! He hurt Marinette! He should-”

“So, her name’s Marinette.” Dick said with a smile, Jason wondering where he was going with this. “She’s a very nice girl.”

“She is.”

“So take her somewhere safe. Somewhere far from here.” Dick suggested. 

“What?”

“As much as I want you to stay.” Dick turned to see Marinette, who was casually preventing Slade from escaping the Batcave as if she just didn’t get stabbed in the leg just a few seconds ago. Jason watched as she teamed with Damian to subdue Slade once more. “You should use this opportunity to leave.”

“Dick, I…there’s so much- I know I need to leave, I promised Mari but that doesn’t mean we’ll be free. Ra’s-”

“Ra’s is dead, Jason.”

“What?”

“Slade somehow managed to kill him and now Talia is trying to keep the League from completely falling. You should use the chaos to leave the League for good. And we’ll handle the rest from here, okay?”

“We?” Jason listened as a vehicle entered the Cave, its soft motor a noise Jason only then realizing he had forgotten how it sounded like. 

He listened as it came to a stop, a hissing echoing through the Cave as someone stepped out. Jason knew immediately who it was even with his cowl over his face. He took a step towards him, thinking the man would do the same, only for him to turn his attention elsewhere.

He watched as the man headed to where Damian was…or rather, to where Slade and Marinette were- oh no.

He probably thinks Mari is an enemy!

Just as he was able to head towards their direction, Dick grabbed his arm.

“Take these.” Dick placed some keys into his hand. “Use it and bring it back when you can. Just make sure you don’t break it, okay? Even if Bruce can get me a new one, I’ve got a soft spot for his bike, ‘kay?” Dick ended with a grin. 

Jason simply nodded, making his way towards Marinette, Dick following right behind him

-

Sometimes she wondered if Batman really was as cool-headed as the rumors made him to be because this…this was the complete opposite of said rumors. 

He didn’t make a complete assessment of the situation, but the minute he saw that her gear was similar to Slade’s, he thought she was an enemy, which touché, she was. But not anymore, because unlike Slade, she had been protecting Damian for the past two minutes and prevented the kid from losing an eye…twice.

The minute he got within their range, he completely separated her from the other two.

“You’ve got the wrong target, Bats!” Marinette yelled as she narrowly dodged Batman’s swing, letting out an ‘eep’ as she almost slipped. 

She glanced towards Damian’s direction, letting out a relieved sigh when she knew Damian was joined by Dick. “I’m making sure your kid-”

“Marinette!” She watched as Batman froze for a second, causing him to miscalculate his next swing. “We’re leaving!”

She didn’t need to be told twice, running towards Jason after slipping past Batman, following Jason towards another part of the Cave when a soft voice spoke behind them. 

“Jay?” Jason heard Bruce say, causing him to come to halt. He recognized him? 

He recognized him even though it has been years since they last saw each other?

He thought he wouldn’t…

Jason slowly turned around, looking past a worried Mari, turning to see his father stare at him with glossy eyes. “Is…is that you?”

“Jason.” Marinette softly spoke, her heart twisting when he didn’t look at her. So, she followed his gaze, her eyes widening when they landed on Bruce, realizing how big this moment was. After all, Bruce had just taken his cowl off even though he was just fighting her just moments ago.

To take his cowl off in front of a stranger…oh…

Oh…so this was it…this is where they’ll part…isn’t it? “Jason.” She softly called out once more. When he didn’t respond, she took a step towards him and tugged on his hand, finally getting his attention. 

“Marinette, I-”

“Stay.” She proposed, letting go of his hand. “You can stay if you want.”

“What? No! Mari, I’m not going to-”

“We can always meet again.” She said with a smile, but he knew that smile all too well. He’d known her since they were 15, that’s a whole 5 years of knowing each other. And when she died…

“I’m not letting you go again…” Jason grasped her hand. “I just got you back.” Jason said with a croak.

“So did they. They haven’t seen you since you’ve died and here you are, once again among them, alive…” she smiled, placing her hand on his cheek. “They missed you as much as I have. They’ve grieved you just as much.” She took a step back. 

“Mari.”

“Jason…” Bruce spoke up, getting their attention. Oh, how did they forget he was there? “You can stay at the manor if-”

“No.” Jason quickly cut him off, slowly stepping away from Bruce and shielded Marinette. “I’m not staying if Marinette can’t. It’s either-”

“Damian. He’ll be Talia’s main focus when she drops by in a few hours. You stay in the manor where I can ensure she-” 

“Talia?” Marinette asked, looking at Jason. “Why would-”

“She’s the new head of the League.” Jason informed her. “Isn’t that right, Pops?”

Bruce took a moment to answer.

“She took charge of the League just a few days ago after Ra’s death.”

“Ra’s is dead?” Marinette squeaked out, not believing it one bit. “There’s no-”

“Pops would never lie about something like this…would you?”” Jason asked Bruce who simply shook his head. 

“So…” Marinette started, feeling something overcome her. She felt tears start to well up. “We’re…we’re free?” Marinette dared to ask, feeling Jason bring her into a hug. “We can…we can go? Just like that?”

“We’re free.” Jason confirmed, pulling her closer. “We can go wherever we want to. We don’t have to ask anyone to go anywhere.”

Jason felt Mari begin to shake in his arms. Just as he was about to tell her something, Bruce placed a hand on his shoulder. 

“She can stay if she wishes-”

“You said it yourself.” Jason took Bruce’s hand off of him. “With Talia on her way here, we should be using this to get as far as possible from here.

While we may not be on her mind at the moment, we would be if she sees us here and I don't plan on letting her use us as Ra’s has these past few years. While you two may stand on equal status, who’s to say she would actually keep her end of the bargain…she is an Al Ghul after all. 

And besides,”: Jason grinned. “We can’t exactly start a family with you keeping an eye on us 24/7, now can we?”

“Jason!” Marinette squeaked, not daring to face Bruce at the moment. Just what the hell was he saying?!

“So, for now,” Jason held Mari’s hand. “We’re going to make up for lost time…see you later Pops!” 

Jason turned and tugged Mari’s hand, ensuing the two of them to run towards Dick’s motorbike, Jason quickly getting on and starting the bike.

“Are you sure about this Jason?” Marinette asked one last time. “We don’t know when-”

“They know I’m alive. I told them I would catch up later…I’ll come back to see them again one day, Mari.” Jason vowed, sliding on a helmet and handing her one. “But for now…I just want to get out of here.”

Marinette slid it on and got on the bike. “Where do you want to go?”

“Anywhere.” Marinette said softly, wrapping her arms around him. “Anywhere, as long as you’re there.”

Without another word, Jason revved the bike, bringing it to life and making his way out the Cave. The two watched as the bike made its way through a dimly lit path before noticing the end of the tunnel, a bright light showering them as they entered the outside world for the first time of their own accord.

Jason listened as Marinette gasped at the sight of everything around them while he looked at his rear mirror.

He watched as Wayne Manor began to shrink in size, watching as it got smaller and smaller before completely vanishing from the mirror.

One day…one day he’ll return.

But for now…he had a pinky promise to complete and dreams to achieve…

So until then, he’ll just dream of the day he’ll come back home…

And hopefully it wouldn’t just be him, but with a family of his own.

Epilogue

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Clan of Three (Book 3) Chapter Fifteen

Father Figure! Mandalorian/Din Djarin x Teen! Reader

Chapter Fifteen: The Wielder

Summary: The true wielder of the Darksaber fights for Mandalore.

Mouse Note: And here is the moment of what I see as the biggest writing failure of Season 3 of the Mandalorian and the only issue I had with it. So, naturally, I fixed it. Also, the best chapter I wrote in this series. I hope you guys enjoy!

            The Darksaber hummed with energy in (Y/N)’s hands. The Mandalorians and Moff watching them froze in shock at just how easily (Y/N) held the blade. (Y/N) threw out their free hand, and Gideon flew backwards, struggling to come to a halt as (Y/N) stood.

            They rolled their wrist, ignoring the ache of their side. The Darksaber thrummed with power by their side as (Y/N) stood tall and watched as Gideon straightened. He watched them warily. The saber seemed to react much too naturally to their grip as if meant for them.

            And it was.

            The pieces came together in the watchers’ minds. Mando remembered (Y/N) disarming Gideon, destroying his chance of victory on the cruiser so long ago. Bo-Katan recalled (Y/N) killing the creature that had trapped Mando. If there had been any doubt in the blade, each moment solidified (Y/N) as the true wielder of the Darksaber.

            (Y/N) spun the Darksaber at their side once more. The silver light danced across their burnt orange Ushti markings. “What’s the matter, Gideon? I thought you wanted to kill the Mandalorians. Don’t tell me you’re hesitating.”

            Gideon growled beneath his helmet and gripped his staff tightly. He ran at (Y/N) and swung his staff down. (Y/N) blocked, spun, and slashed down at Gideon. The beskar alloy of his armor didn’t hold up against the pure lightsaber.

              His helmet shattered as he reared back. Gideon’s eyes were vessels of pure malice as he glared at (Y/N). They had destroyed his clones, taken the Darksaber for themself, and now they had proven beskar alloy wasn’t a match to the real deal. They were destroying everything Gideon had built.

            Gideon swung his staff down, and (Y/N) parried. Each move Gideon made, (Y/N) mirrored with form they had spent hours on alongside Luke. Even without a lightsaber, his training had instilled in them the instincts needed to fight.

            Mando watched in amazement, holding Grogu closer protectively as he tried to push himself up. His ad’ika had grown so much, and although his stomach curled in worry about (Y/N), he couldn’t help the tide of pride sweeping over him. The Armorer was right. They had the makings of a great Mandalorian, and they were barely getting started.

            Bo-Katan’s eyes widened beneath her helmet as she watched (Y/N) fight. The Darksaber swung effortlessly in their hands, meant to be there. That was the power it was supposed to instill in its wielder. (Y/N) was perfectly matched for it. Every part of their fight seemed instinctual—(Y/N) was born for it.

            Gideon was a raging monster. Each move was filled with anger, slashing and spinning and hitting at the teenager before him. He was driven only by pure greed to win, to destroy. He needed kill (Y/N), drive them into dust. Gideon had to win the Darksaber back, defeat Mandalore, become the great leader the Empire needs. He just needed to kill the Jedi first.

            (Y/N) was calm and practiced. Each violent attack on them was parried with smooth precision. (Y/N) was in their element. Every motion felt practiced and right. The Darksaber hummed with approval, whispering encouragement as they fought. (Y/N) felt the Force thrum as they jumped and pushed Gideon back. They were nowhere near a master, but the fight was in their blood.

            “This fight is mine!” snarled Gideon. He slammed his staff down, and (Y/N) braced against it. “I will erase this planet.” He pressed down, and (Y/N) was forced to their knees. “And I will erase you, an Ushti who will die a no one!” He kicked out, and (Y/N) grunted as they slid backwards. Their pirate injury was bleeding heavily again. “You are nothing!”

            “(Y/N)!” cried Mando, pulling himself towards them.

            (Y/N) looked at him and felt themself push up to their feet again. The Darksaber thrummed louder with power as pure determination overtook them.

            “I am (Y/N) of the Ushti Hilo Clan,” said (Y/N), kicking Gideon.

            He grunted as he stumbled back.

            “I am Force-Sensitive, trained by Luke Skywalker,” said (Y/N), throwing a hand out.

            Gideon flew backwards, slamming into a container behind him. His staff clattered away across the floor.

            “I know who I am,” said (Y/N).

            Gideon pushed up to his feet, his powered armor supporting him. He glared at (Y/N). “I will kill you and take that saber for myself. Mandalore will fall to its knees before me.”

            (Y/N) paused and gazed at the Darksaber in their hands.

            They looked to their buir, the brave Mandalorian fighting for his planet and his people, forged by bonds of loyalty, stronger than blood.

            They glanced at Grogu, their brother, cooing for them, reaching out to support them with the Force, their family.

            They turned to Bo-Katan, the princess of Mandalore, the woman who had never given up on her planet, dedicated her life to protecting and serving her people.

            They watched the Armorer fight, willing to risk herself and her people to bring Mandalore back and forge a new era.

            They saw the Nite Owls and Covert battling for Mandalore, ready to unite for their home and bring Mandalore back to glory.

             They felt the pure determination to protect the Mandalorian Way radiating from everyone fighting for their home.

            “No,” said (Y/N). They knew what needed to be done.

            “No?” Gideon crowed with laughter. “You don’t have a choice. One by one I will end the Mandalorians and raze Mandalore until all that is left is ruins and me, victorious with the Darksaber, ruler of Mandalore in the Empire’s image!”

            “No,” said (Y/N) again. “You don’t get it. Mandalore isn’t yours. It will never be yours. It won’t be ruled by someone like you.” They gripped the Darksaber tightly. “And if this weapon means you have a chance to, then I will make sure you never have the chance to wield it.”

            Gideon laughed cruelly. “I will always have the chance. Mandalore is ruled by it. I had it once, I will possess it again.”

            (Y/N) shook their head. “No, you won’t. Because Mandalore shouldn’t be ruled by a single weapon. Mandalore deserves to be ruled by someone who fights for it, who protects its people.”

            The Darksaber deactivated at their side. (Y/N)’s hands slid up around it, and their grip tightened.

            “I won’t let Mandalore be destroyed over this anymore,” they said. “I won’t let Mandalore succumb to darkness.”

            The Force thrummed, and (Y/N) pressed it into the hilt.

            Gideon’s eyes widened. “No!” he shouted, rushing for them.

            Mando’s eyes widened, and Grogu cooed in worry. Bo-Katan gasped.

           (Y/N) pressed their hands together.

            The Darksaber shattered.

            The blade exploded.

            The reverberation of power sent (Y/N) and Gideon flying. Mando closed his eyes behind his visor and brought his hand up to guard Grogu, whose ears flattened in fear. Bo-Katan shut her eyes and turned her head away from the blast. Above the platform, the Armorer, Nite Owls, Covert, and troopers were all forced to stop to watch the explosion billow out from their leaders below.

           Mando's eyes opened, and he was immediately scanning for (Y/N). He could see them lying a few feet from where they'd stood, lying on their side. Blood splattered the ground beneath them. His eyes widened. "Ad'ika!" he cried. His heart leapt for joy as he saw (Y/N) stir.

           (Y/N) pushed themself shakily onto their arms. They coughed, blood seeping from the wound on their side. Around them, shards of crystal from the Darksaber glinted like dying stars on the ground. (Y/N) swept their hand over them, pulling them to their pocket. They still respected the Darksaber—it only ever wanted to serve Mandalore as it had its original wielder—but they had to destroy it. Anyone could hurt Mandalore and rip its people apart once more if the Darksaber existed.

            A few meters away of them, Gideon lay in a heap on the ground. The pure energy of the explosion had cracked his beskar alloy, the amalgamation of metals unable to handle the power of a lightsaber. It was no equal to pure beskar, only a perversion of the Empire.

            Gideon lifted his head, and his eyes widened as he saw scraps of metal lying across the ground, as destroyed as his ambitions. “What…have you done?!” he shouted, trying to pull himself up. His now useless armor just weighed him down as if the beskar itself was fighting against him, trying to protect Mandalore.

            “I made sure no one like you can ever divide Mandalore again,” said (Y/N), their voice even with pure conviction.

            They pushed themself to their feet. Blood dripped down their side, and they pressed a hand to it futilely. Their hand came away stained red, but that wasn’t going to stop them. They stepped towards him. One movement at a time, even as their body screamed at them, (Y/N) advanced on Gideon.

            Above them, the Mandalorians were finishing their battle. The sky erupted into flames as the cruiser crashed towards the surface of the planet. Bo-Katan and Mando were shakily pulling themselves to their feet.

            The battle was ending. And it was time for Gideon’s reign to end as well.

            (Y/N) stood over Gideon before falling to their knees. Their eyes were set with determination as they met his gaze, still filled with malice and promises of cruelty if he ever stood again.

            But (Y/N) had made a promise too.

            “I swore I would kill you,” said (Y/N) calmly.

            Gideon chuckled cruelly and sneered. “Jedi don’t kill for revenge.”

            (Y/N) reached out and pulled their beskar Ushti dagger from Gideon’s belt. The silver metal ran red with the blood dripping from their hand. Their eyes were set with purpose as they met Gideon’s gaze.

            “I’m not a Jedi. I’m a Mandalorian.”

            Gideon’s eyes widened.

            “This is the Way.”

            (Y/N) plunged their dagger down.

            Gideon gasped, coughing for air and reaching out for (Y/N) as they ripped their knife away and pulled back. “Manda—lorian…” He fell back, limp.

            It was over.

            (Y/N) stumbled back before collapsing to the floor. They fell into silver armor as Mando pushed himself forward to his ad’ika.

            “Buir…?” coughed (Y/N), gazing blearily up at Mando as the blood loss caught up to them.

            “I’m here, Ad’ika. We’re here,” said Mando, holding them close. (Y/N) relaxed in his hold in exhaustion. Grogu reached out for their arm and cooed comfortingly.

            “We need to get out of here!” warned Bo-Katan.

            Above them, the cruiser was crashing down on the base. Axe had made it to them, and he was going to destroy every remnant of the Empire on Mandalore.

            Good, thought (Y/N) through the delirium of blood loss, A clean slate for Mandalore…

            “My jetpack is out of fuel,” said Mando, holding (Y/N) tighter and reaching for Grogu. He wasn’t sure he could protect them, but he’d be with them.

            Bo-Katan gazed up at the crashing cruiser. “Mine too.” She activated her small energy shield. “But I’m with you until the end.”

            “Buir,” murmured (Y/N) as their head lulled against Mando’s chest. They weren’t sure if they’d be able to speak again. Their injuries were agonizing, and the heat of the flaming cruiser was rushing over their skin. “Buir…I love you.”

            Mando sucked in a breath, and he pulled (Y/N) and Grogu closer. “I love you, too, (Y/N). You and Grogu are my adike. I love you.”

            (Y/N) smiled, and their eyes fluttered close. If they were dying, then at least they were happy. The final scene they saw before them as they fell into unconsciousness was Grogu raising a hand before them as the flames rushed towards them.

            The Force hummed as Grogu’s power rose around them.

            (Y/N) smiled.

            This is the Way.

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[butchbea]

a little alps training scene in which ava sees a frog for the first time :)

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It’s April, and the secluded lake where Ava and Beatrice have been training is aglow with life of every size and color. The trees sprout tiny green leaves, the mud along the bank warms in the sun, and bugs dance above the water.

Ava and Beatrice are locked in their own dance- one with ringing metal and breaths of exertion. Beads of sweat fall down Ava’s back; her fingers tremble around the hilt of the divinium sword. She makes a wide cross-body swing that Beatrice easily parries with her bo. It’s sloppy- a mistake that Ava knows Beatrice won’t let slide.

“You’re telegraphing,” she chides as she blocks another of Ava’s attacks.

“I’m exhausted.”

"That’s exactly when you can’t make mistakes. You have to push past your physical limitations-"

Beatrice thrusts forward, aiming her bo at Ava’s center, but Ava has learned from the best, and she side steps quickly.

“Bea,” Ava ekes out, breathless as she is.

Beatrice looks vaguely annoyed, but she retracts her bo when their eyes meet. It’s obvious when Ava’s hit a limit, and she certainly makes no effort to hide it. Her brow furrows, her shoulders drop, and she loses the hummingbird-like bounce in her feet.

“Okay. Let’s take a break.”

Immediately Ava lightens. She drops to the ground with a sigh, letting the sword clang against a rock. Beatrice takes her place next to her. She grabs her water bottle and offers it to Ava.

“Hydrate.”

“Sir, yes sir!” Ava salutes, and laughs when Beatrice shoulders her endearingly.

It’s these small kindnesses that remind Ava why she trains in the first place- the way Beatrice tends to her like she’s a garden to be nurtured. Hell, she’s certain Beatrice would test the pH levels of their apartment’s water supply if she could.

And sure, there’s a maniac with the powers of a god on the loose that she’s destined to rein in, but even he can’t hold a candle to the way Beatrice occupies her thoughts.

There’s nowhere safer or more comforting than by her side.

They sit like this for a moment, letting their breaths stabilize as the water gently laps against the rocks.

A frog’s strong rrrrrrbbbit breaks through the silence, and Ava gasps.

Beatrice startles, reaching for her bo instinctively.

“What is it?”

“There’s a frog, Bea!”

Her voice is equal parts surprise and wonder.

“Uh, yes?” Beatrice responds, unsure what to say. “It is spring and we’re on a lake. It stands to reason that there may be frogs.”

The frog sings again, begging Ava to be witnessed.

Her face breaks into a wide impish grin.

“I’m gonna find it!”

She springs up from the ground and heads closer to the bank, following the frog’s taunts.

“Ava, wait!”

Beatrice quickly returns the sword to its sheathe, slings it over her shoulder, and picks up her bo.

Ava doesn’t wait.

She trudges a path through soft earth to the edge of the lake, where a young frog, the star of the hour, sits on a mossy fallen branch in the water.

Ava gasps again, but quieter so she doesn’t scare it. She looks over her shoulder to find that Beatrice has caught up, wearing that familiar face of exasperation that Ava loves.

“Bea, look! He’s even on a fucking log! How classic is that?”

Still beaming, Ava returns her attention to the frog, who now flits its head in several directions. She crouches down right where the earth turns to mush.

“I’ve never seen one before. In person, I mean.”

Her voice is quiet, almost reverent.

Beatrice softens instantly. She steps closer and crouches down next to Ava.

Ava feels a desperate need to hold the frog, to feel it squirm between her fingers.

“Can I hold it? Will I get warts?”

“I…think you’re thinking of toads.”

“Well, what if I kiss it, and it turns me into a frog?”

Beatrice looks at her, eyebrow raised.

“You’d have to kiss me to turn me back. True love’s kiss and all that.” Ava bats her eyes playfully.

Beatrice rolls her eyes, and avoids Ava’s. Ava pretends not to notice the blush creeping up her neck.

“You’ve watched way too many movies.”

“Hey, you’d do the same if you were stuck in a bed for a fuckin’ decade.”

Beatrice freezes up for a moment. Ava sees it and grabs her hand to reassure her.

“Bea, it’s okay. Things are better now- well, besides the demons of course. I have a cool job, a family who actually cares about me, and an ass-kicking nun as my bodyguard and best friend. I love-“

A pause, all too telling.

“-my life.”

Beatrice finally meets her eyes and smiles softly. “I’m glad. You deserve it, Ava.” Beatrice squeezes her hand, and her heart does a little leap.

Ava is struck by the thought that she would absolutely sacrifice her body, her humanity, just to have Beatrice kiss her. Being a frog seems like a small price to pay.

“You’d take care of me if I was a frog, right?”

“Ava.”

“Humor me, Bea!”

Beatrice sighs, then smiles. “I suppose I could configure an appropriate environment for you- warts and all.”

Ava claps her hands and guffaws, clearly satisfied by this response. She stands and tries fruitlessly to brush the mud off her hands and legs, scaring the frog in the process. It leaps away with a splash that tickles her ankles. She feigns shock, and Beatrice laughs- Ava’s favorite sound.

“Let’s go home and eat.”