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This is for your y2k!

“Photograph” by Ed Sheeran for Toji Fushiguro - angst

We keep this love in a photograph, we made these memories for ourselves.

Read Part Two - Make You Feel My Love

Pairing: Toji x f!reader

Word Count: ~3.1k

cw: implied family abuse, angst, some fluff, modern day-au, no curses au, a kiss, time skip

Summary: Toji Zenin is scary; he’s the most intimidating boy in your class. When you’re paired with him for a group project, you’re nervous that he’s as bad as he seems. However, you learn that behind that hard exterior is a person yearning just to be normal.

Author’s Note: The first story for the y2k karaoke party! Inspired by “Photograph” by Ed Sheeran. Thank you @gojoshooter for submitting this song/request! I hope you like this one! Divider created by @/cafekitsune.

You meet Toji in high school, when you’re paired up randomly for a project during your last semester of senior year. He’s a transfer student, having just joined a month ago, introducing himself briefly with a scowl on his face, uninterested in anything. Aside from his obvious stature, the evident scar running across his mouth stands out. Most of your peers avoid him, intimidated by his overwhelming presence. He’s bigger than everyone else, both in height and muscle; he looks like someone you don’t want to mess with. Even teachers do their best to evade him, leaving him to his own devices in the back corner of the classroom. At least he isn’t disruptive; most of the time, he keeps to himself.

Of course, in a school as small as yours, gossip spreads like wildfire. They say he comes from a prominent family, the “Zenin’s”. You’ve never heard of them; apparently, they are notoriously elitist and filthy rich. So, it surprises you that a son of the Zenin clan would attend a public school like yours rather than a private institution. Maybe he’s different.

Everyone dreads group projects, let alone randomly assigned group projects. Everyone is on pins and needles, waiting to hear who their partner is. When your name follows his, your heart sinks into your belly. Sighs of relief wash over the rest of your classmates, thankful that they aren’t you. Taking a deep breath, you get up from your seat, slowly walking towards him. When you’re by his desk, he doesn’t look up. You clear your throat to say, “Hello. I guess we’re partners for this project.”

He scoffs, twirling a pen between his fingers, brows furrowed, irritated already. “Great,” he mutters, sarcastically.

Okay, maybe he’s not different.

~~~

Your teacher calls this project “A Week in the Life”. Basically, you’re tasked to capture your partner’s daily routines throughout the week in the form of photographs. Each student is given a disposable camera, loaded and ready to use. Once developed, you’re supposed to put them together into a collage, decorating it however you desire. A short essay is also required, describing what you will learn about the other person after spending this time with them. You have an entire month to complete everything. Weekdays are repetitive, considering most of the day you’re in school; it’s the afternoons, nights, and weekends that set each person apart from the other.

“I’m not inviting you into my house,” Toji says, crossing his arms over his chest.

“But that’s part of the project. I’m supposed to see what you do on a daily basis.” You resist the urge to sound equally as annoyed, not wanting to start off on the wrong foot.

He glares at you, hunched over his desk. “I avoid going home as much as possible. That’s what I usually do.”

You swallow hard, unsure how to respond. Eventually, you murmur, “Well then, you can do me first. We’ll just figure yours out later.”

He shrugs, unenthused. “Whatever.”

You pull your phone out of your pocket, sliding it towards him. “Let’s exchange numbers so we can coordinate our schedules. We can start next week.” He doesn’t argue, pushing his cell to you to do the same.

As planned, the following Monday, Toji begins taking random photos of you during the school day. It starts off in class when he captures you working at your desk. Other students are doing the same, so it isn’t as awkward as you expect it to be. Still, it feels odd being watched by Toji through the lens of the camera.

At lunchtime, he sits with you and your friends in the cafeteria, his big body smushed next to yours as you munch on your meal. You notice that he hasn’t brought anything to eat except for a protein bar and sports drink. Not thinking anything of it, you split your egg salad sandwich into two triangles, handing him one. He glances at it, then at you, confused. “What?”

“Eat it.”

He makes a face, taking it reluctantly, having the audacity to sniff it before taking a bite. When he doesn’t say anything, expression relaxing, you smile to yourself, satisfied. It’s gone two bites later, and from your peripheral, you see him lick the excess off his thumb. Mouth still full, he mumbles a brisk, “Thanks,” snapping his drink open to take a swig.

After school, you attend a book club meeting that’s hosted every Monday by your friend. Toji snaps a photo of you and your group posing with your book for this month. Before you leave for dinner, a few of the girls whisper to you about how hot he is, how lucky you are to be paired up with such a hunk. How scary he comes off with his scowls and glares. They’re so loud, you’re certain he can hear, but he doesn’t mention anything about it. That is, until you’re alone with him, walking home together.

“So, do you think I’m scary?” He has his hands in his pockets, looking down at the ground where he walks besides you.

The question catches you off guard. “Huh?”

“Do you think I’m scary?” he repeats, looking at you now, smirking.

You grin. “Maybe a little bit at first. Not so much anymore.”

“What changed?”

“I saw you inhale that sandwich. The tough guy act disappeared in that moment.”

“Hey, that thing was tiny. I could have swallowed it in one bite,” he chuckles, kicking a pebble on the ground. “And I’m not putting on a tough guy act. This is just who I am.”

You giggle softly, smiling at him. “Well, I’m looking forward to getting to know you better, Zenin.”

“Toji. Call me Toji.”

~~~

Dinner with your parents goes by smoothly. You’ve prepared them for this special visitor, urging them to be on their best behavior and not judge a book by his cover. Naturally, your mother is startled when his big frame enters through the doorway, but when he bows to her, introducing himself respectfully, she eases up. After a quick tour of your house, Toji snaps shots of you helping your parents in the kitchen. With the whole spread laid out on the table, he takes another photo before you all gather around to eat.

Much like earlier in the day, Toji scarfs his meal, mumbling out compliments to the chef. Your parents are thrilled, dropping more servings onto his plate, watching with pride as their cooking is devoured. You can’t help wanting to capture this memory, so you retrieve your own disposable camera from your backpack, taking his picture. He doesn’t seem to mind.

The two of you eat ice cream sandwiches in your backyard while your parents wash the dishes. The sun is setting, beautiful golden streaks shining from the horizon. Your classmate takes a candid of you sitting on the patio chair, staring at the last moments of daylight. “Do your parents cook like that every day?” he asks, finishing off the last of his dessert.

“Nah, they just wanted to impress you.”

“Well, I am thoroughly impressed. That was the best meal I’ve had in a long time.”

After just one day with him, you feel comfortable enough to ask, hoping that it isn’t crossing the line. “Do you dislike eating at home?”

He doesn’t respond right away, thinking of his answer carefully. “Yeah, I do.”

“Why?”

He smirks, running his thumb along the scar on his lips. “Dinners at my house don’t always end in dessert, if you know what I mean.”

Your jaw drops, unable to contain your reaction. “You’re saying…”

He leans back into his seat. “Yup. Got a knife thrown at me.”

“What?!”

Laughing, he nods. “After that, I didn’t like having dinners there.”

You’re tempted to ask for the whole story, but you know it’s pushing it. Instead, you offer, “Well, you’re always welcome here.”

It’s a simple comment. To you, it’s nothing. Maybe it’s because you’re used to offering kindness to others; it’s what you were raised to do. It’s what the people around you do. It’s common. Second-nature, really.

But as Toji stares at you, wearing an expression you’ve never seen before, one of genuine gratefulness, you realize that to him, it’s not nothing. It’s special.

Throughout the remainder of the week, Toji spends practically his whole day with you, morning, noon, and night. During this time, you learn that his family is wealthy, though he chose to attend this school on his own will, just to spite them. He considers himself an outcast, the black sheep of the Zenin clan, so much so that he even refuses to associate himself with the family name. And while he’s sure he’s better off away from the snooty rich kids of the school he would have attended, his intimidating appearance and less-than-friendly attitude has made him an outcast amongst your peers. You feel guilty being part of the problem, judging him before getting to know him. He’s actually easy to talk to. It helps that he’s an open book about his personal life.

Saturday, you plan to go to the aquarium with your family, inviting him to tag along for the project (and for fun). Toji is at your doorstep right on time, dressed in a tight black tee shirt and grey sweatpants, accentuating his chiseled figure. There’s no denying it; he’s very attractive. You’d be lying to yourself if you said it hasn’t crossed your mind. But Toji doesn’t need people to be attracted to him; he needs a friend. And that’s what you’ll be to him.

It’s a fun day, observing all the fish and aquatic creatures swimming in their tanks. He takes pictures whenever it’s appropriate, covering the flash with his finger as to not disturb any of the animals inside. You eat lunch together in the cafeteria, Toji offering to pay for it as thanks for all the kindness he was shown this week. Near closing time, you take one last stroll through the jellyfish section, marveling at the wonderfully bizarre invertebrates floating in the water.

“I’ve never been to an aquarium before,” he admits, quietly admiring them beside you. His eyes twinkle with the glow of the iridescent jellyfish swimming in front of him.

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

You nudge him playfully. “So, what do you think?”

He smiles, rubbing the spot on his arm that you touched. “Better than I expected.”

~~~

The following week is his turn. The closest you get to his mansion of a home is on the outside, not even through the gates.

“This is for your own good,” he warns, throwing a twig aggressively between the spaces of the iron bars.

You snap a quick photo with your disposable, not questioning it. When you’re finished, he smirks. “So, ready for some real fun?”

Toji spends his days after school at various locations. Basically everywhere except his own home. The public library, the gym, arcades, shopping malls, cafés, you name it. He’ll eat dinner at whatever restaurant his stomach fancies at the moment: Ramen, Takoyaki, steak, even instant ramen, depending on his mood. And while his life seems fun from the outside, like a kid in a candy store, it’s lonely. Except for when he’s with you.

Saturday is different from the other days. On the weekends, he goes to the beach, bag packed with his favorite books and snacks, ready to relax on the sand with the waves crashing against the shore. He sets up a large umbrella to cover both of you as you settle into the big blanket laid flat. He passes you one of his books, a volume of his favorite manga. The two of you read in a comfortable silence, sharing a bag of chips, fingers brushing against each other’s whenever you reach at the same time.

Out of the blue, he comments, “This is nice. It’s normal.”

Laughing, you reply, “What do you mean?”

He sets his book down, looking at you. “Nothing about my family is normal. It’s just nice to feel like a human instead of a failure.”

Your eyes widen, uncertain how to respond. Before you can say anything, he murmurs, “Sorry. I didn’t meant to kill the mood.”

You close the manga, smiling gently at him. “Don’t be. I can’t imagine what it’s like. My life is very normal.”

“That’s what I like about you, though.”

Heat rushes into your cheeks at his statement, and maybe it’s your imagination, but you see him blush. You’ve taken enough pictures to complete your project, but there’s still a bit of film left. “Let’s take a picture together,” you suggest, holding the camera in your hand, trying to lighten the mood.

“Seriously? Why?”

“To celebrate being normal, even if it just for a day.”

He grins, scooting closer to you. “Okay.”

You lean against him, both of you smiling, capturing the moment with the click of your finger.

~~~

Toji doesn’t stop eating lunch with you. Even with your photos at the lab, being developed, he remains by your side, eating the extra sandwich you always pack for him now. Occasionally, he’ll stop by for dinner, always welcomed by your parents. On the other days, you accompany him to whatever restaurant he’s craving.

When the photos are complete, you pick them up together, not wanting to share them yet, hoping to be surprised on the day they’re displayed in the classroom. At home, you compile the pictures into a stylish collage, decorating the borders with fun stickers, smiling as you gaze at each photo of him. One at the arcade, holding a toy guy in his hands with the high score flashing in the background. Another at the gym, where’s he’s kicking a punching bag, making it look far too easy. Finally, there’s the last photo you took at the beach, the two of you posing for the camera. It’s a cute picture, one that shows two people who live very different lives happily enjoying their time together. You tape it right in the middle.

When everyone’s posters are hung around the classroom, many people flock to Toji’s, desperate for a glimpse in his mysterious life. Many gawk at the mansion behind the gates, unaware of the dark secrets it holds. The girls ogle the gym picture, while the boys admire it, asking for workout tips. Toji looks pleased with how his collage turns out, especially intrigued by the photo in the center. “You included the one of us, huh?”

“It’s too cute, isn’t it? I had to include it.”

He smiles at you. “I totally agree.”

He walks you home that afternoon, a usual part of his routine now. Curious, you ask, “So, what did you write about me for your essay?”

“I wrote about how nerdy you are, going to class and willingly going to clubs after school. For fun,” he emphasizes, rolling his eyes, teasing you.

You poke his arm playfully. “And…?”

“I said that you and your family are really nice. And that your parents should be chefs,” he adds, grinning.

You laugh, hooking your arm around his. “That’s more like it.”

Before you know it, you’re at one of the parks he frequents, sitting side-by-side at his favorite bench. “What did you say? About me?” he asks, staring at his hands in his lap.

Without thinking, you rest your head on his shoulder. “That you’re not actually scary. You’re just you. And who you are is pretty great. Really great, actually.”

There’s a pause while he processes what you said. Afraid that it’s too far, you attempt to back away from him, but he catches you first, pulling you in for a kiss. It’s hesitant, like he’s unsure if this is okay. And when you place your hand on his chest, feeling his quickening heartbeat race against your fingertips, the kiss deepens, his lips parting open to slide his tongue inside your mouth. Before it gets any further, he pulls off quickly. Electricity hangs in the air, buzzing on your lips, tingling on every inch of your skin.

“I’m sorry,” you apologize, throat heavy. “I shouldn’t have done that. I just thought – ”

“You’re right. You shouldn’t have,” he spits out, jaw clenched, avoiding your gaze. It’s a harsh voice you haven’t heard the entire time since the start of your friendship.

“But I thought you liked – ”

“You’re wrong. I don’t. I – ,” he swallows, struggling to get the words out. “And I never will.” He stands up, turning his back towards you, leaving you alone with tears streaming down your face, embarrassed, confused, and heartbroken.

It’s the last time you’ll see of him. He doesn’t come back to class after that incident. Rumor has it that he came in early the next morning to gather all his belongings, which wasn’t much to begin with. There’s more gossip about it, of course, ridiculous chatter. Eventually, they fade, and his name is no longer uttered by anyone, including you. Months pass, and gradually, new memories overtake the old ones. Life goes on without him. You don’t notice the center photo of your collage is gone until you collect it at the end of the schoolyear.

He’ll never tell you that it’s for your own good. That turning his back on you is the best option to keep you safe. No matter how much he opens up to you, his reality is much worse than you can ever know. Hurting you is his way of protecting you. Because loving you is too dangerous, especially for someone like him.

~~~

Ten years later, you’re an elementary school teacher in your hometown. You planted yourself right where your roots grew. There is nothing but grand memories in this place you’re lucky to call your home. The only exception is the abandoned plot of land where the Zenin mansion was demolished a few years ago without any explanation. You preserve its memory in the form of a tattered photograph, forgotten somewhere in your closet.

Today, there’s a new student transferring into your kindergarten class; an adorable little boy with jet black hair and long eyelashes named Megumi. He reminds you of someone from your past, someone you kept buried in the back of your mind a while ago, for your own sanity.

Little do you know that on the other side of the door, Toji Fushiguro leans against the wall, listening carefully to your familiar voice introducing yourself to his son. He smiles to himself, the month you shared together all those years ago fondly replaying in fast forward in his mind. He’s no longer a Zenin, unleashed from the cruelty of his ancestry, liberated from the life he was cursed with from birth. Free to love who he wants without fearing that their life is in danger by the hands of his wretched family.

He sticks his hands in his pocket, fingers brushing along the corners of the withered photo of the two of you smiling at the beach. With a deep breath, he grips the handle of the door, finally ready to face you at long last.

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kinzhae · 6 months ago

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✦•┈๑⋅⋯Marriage Of Steel ⋯⋅๑┈•✦

In a world where power and family ties define one's worth, [Y/N], a strong-willed woman from a neglected jujutsu clan, is married off to the aloof and powerful Satoru Gojo. Alone in a lavish yet cold estate, she struggles to find her footing as she faces both the isolation of her marriage and the whispers of disrespect from those around her. Determined not to be overshadowed, [Y/N] fights to assert herself in a world that expects her to be docile, all while grappling with her growing feelings for a husband who remains distant and emotionally unreachable.

-Historical Au!

Chapter 2

The ride back to the Gojo estate was quiet save for the rhythmic clatter of the carriage wheels. Emiko’s chatter from earlier had tapered into a peaceful silence as she busied herself admiring the bolts of fabric I’d purchased. I stared out the window, watching the scenery blur into a wash of green fields and distant mountains. The necklace in my pocket felt heavier than it should, its weight tugging at thoughts I didn’t want to entertain.

Satoru’s words from earlier lingered in my mind like an unwelcome guest.

"You’re my wife. I won’t have anything happen to you."

The idea of him caring—truly caring—seemed ridiculous. His actions spoke louder than his occasional remarks. Distance was his language, silence his punctuation. A husband in name only, I reminded myself bitterly.

When the carriage rolled to a stop at the estate gates, the guard accompanying us hopped down, opening the door. Emiko climbed out first, holding her hand out to assist me. I took it, stepping carefully onto the cobblestone path.

As we walked up the steps, the grand doors of the estate opened, and there he was. Satoru stood in the doorway, his white hair catching the light of the late afternoon sun. He had changed from his earlier attire, now dressed in casual but elegant robes that still spoke of his status. His blindfold was gone, revealing his piercing blue eyes, which shifted briefly to me before landing on Emiko and the packages in her arms.

“Enjoyed your shopping?” he asked, his tone as unreadable as ever.

I stepped past him without answering, Emiko hurrying to keep up. “Have the fabric sent to my quarters,” I said to her over my shoulder, ignoring Satoru entirely.

“Of course, milady,” Emiko said quickly, bowing before scurrying off.

Satoru turned to follow me as I walked toward the main hall. “You could at least say thank you for the guard.”

I stopped abruptly, spinning on my heel to face him. “Thank you? For what, exactly? For implying I’m incapable of protecting myself? Or for making me feel like a child who needs supervision?”

His expression didn’t waver, but there was something in his eyes—amusement, perhaps? Irritation? “You’re impossible,” he muttered, crossing his arms.

“And you’re insufferable,” I shot back, stepping closer. “You can’t disappear for weeks, barely acknowledge my existence, and then expect me to be grateful when you decide to play the dutiful husband.”

His lips twitched as if suppressing a smirk, which only fueled my frustration.

“Why are you even here, Satoru?” I demanded. “Surely there’s some mission, some world-saving task that requires your attention more than I do.”

For a moment, his gaze softened, but the shift was so brief I might have imagined it. “Believe it or not, I’m here because this is my home. And so is it yours now, whether you like it or not.”

“Home?” I laughed bitterly. “This place is a gilded cage. Nothing more.”

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “If you hate it so much, why not leave?”

The question stung more than I cared to admit. I turned away, my voice quieter now. “Because I’m not a coward. I won’t abandon my responsibilities just because they’re inconvenient.”

I didn’t wait for his response, storming off toward my quarters. My heart raced as I reached the door, slamming it shut behind me. The sound echoed in the silence, a sharp reminder of just how empty this house truly was.

Emiko returned shortly after, her cheerful demeanor a stark contrast to my simmering mood. She began unpacking the fabrics, humming softly as she worked.

“Shall I prepare these for the tailor, milady?” she asked.

“Do whatever you think is best,” I replied, sinking into a chair by the window.

She hesitated, then set the fabric aside. “Milady... may I ask something?”

I glanced at her. “What is it?”

“You seem... troubled. Is there anything I can do to help?”

Her sincerity caught me off guard. I looked away, my gaze falling to the emerald necklace sitting on the table beside me. “No, Emiko. But thank you.”

She nodded, her expression thoughtful. “Sometimes, talking helps. Even if it’s just to someone like me.”

I offered her a faint smile. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

Emiko bowed slightly before leaving the room, giving me the solitude I thought I wanted. Yet as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the estate in a golden glow, the silence felt heavier than before.

I picked up the necklace, running my fingers over the smooth emerald. It reminded me of Nanny Miyako’s advice from years ago:

"Even the coldest hearts can be warmed if you find the right spark."

I scoffed softly, setting the necklace down again. If Satoru Gojo had a spark, it was buried far too deep for me to find

The dining hall was quiet, as it always was. The long table stretched before me, an extravagant display of silverware and porcelain bowls filled with delicacies I hardly touched. My meals had become a solitary routine, the silence punctuated only by the soft clinks of my utensils against the plate.

But tonight felt... off.

The servants bustled around with an unusual energy, setting extra plates and adjusting the settings at the opposite end of the table. I watched them with a mix of curiosity and suspicion.

“Why are there so many plates tonight?” I asked one of the servants as she poured tea into my cup.

She hesitated, eyes darting away. “Lord Gojo will be joining you for dinner, milady.”

My hand froze mid-reach for the tea. “What?”

The servant bowed slightly before retreating, leaving me to process the news. Satoru had never joined me for a meal before—not once since our marriage. The idea of him willingly sitting at the same table as me felt absurd.

Moments later, the grand doors creaked open, and there he was, striding in with his usual air of nonchalance. He was dressed in a dark indigo yukata, his hair slightly tousled, and his ever-present blindfold now replaced by tinted glasses.

“You’re early,” I remarked dryly, trying to mask my surprise.

“You sound disappointed,” he replied, a faint smirk tugging at his lips as he took the seat opposite me.

I narrowed my eyes but said nothing, focusing instead on the steaming bowl of soup before me.

For the first few minutes, the only sounds were the quiet clinking of utensils and the occasional murmur of the servants. I kept my gaze firmly on my plate, determined not to acknowledge his presence more than necessary.

But, of course, Satoru wasn’t one to leave well enough alone.

“So, how was your shopping trip?” he asked, his tone casual but probing.

I glanced up, meeting his curious gaze. “Productive,” I replied shortly.

He chuckled softly. “That’s all I get? I sent a guard with you for your safety, and you won’t even tell me what you bought?”

I bristled, setting my spoon down with a little more force than necessary. “Since when are you so interested in how I spend my time?”

His smirk widened. “Since you became my wife.”

The word hung in the air between us, heavier than it should have been. I clenched my hands in my lap, willing myself to stay calm. “If you’re trying to play the doting husband, don’t bother. I’m not in the mood.”

He leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms lazily. “Who said I was playing?”

The subtle edge in his voice made me pause, but before I could respond, one of the servants placed a platter of roasted fish between us. The savory aroma momentarily distracted me, and I reluctantly reached for the serving spoon.

Satoru watched me closely, his gaze unreadable. “You know, it wouldn’t kill you to relax a little.”

I stiffened, scooping a portion of fish onto my plate. “I’ll relax when I feel at home. Which, by the way, hasn’t happened yet.”

His expression faltered for the briefest moment before he recovered, his usual arrogance slipping back into place like a well-worn mask. “Fair enough. But you’re not exactly making it easy.”

I bit back a retort, focusing on my meal instead.

The rest of dinner passed in strained silence, though I couldn’t shake the feeling of his eyes on me. As the servants began clearing the table, Satoru finally broke the quiet.

“I’ll be here tomorrow night as well,” he said, rising from his seat.

I blinked, caught off guard. “Why?”

“Do I need a reason?” he replied smoothly, adjusting his glasses before turning toward the door.

As he left, his words lingered, leaving me both confused and oddly unsettled. For someone who seemed to thrive on keeping his distance, Satoru was suddenly far too close for comfort.

And for the first time since our marriage, I wasn’t sure if I wanted him to stay away.

✦•┈๑⋅⋯Chapter 1⋯⋅๑┈•✦

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cupidb · 1 year ago

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Guess who woke up from the dead… haha 😅

- The Intruder

Vampire!Yunho x Fem!Vampire!Reader

☆Genre: Fluff??/Smut (18+ content, MDNI!)

☆Summary: Yunho finds a badly wounded vampire in his territory and takes her home.

Enjoy!

Yunho was stalking the woodland. His domain was peaceful, and the moon was full. He rushed down the trails, his fangs protruding and his gaze acute in the dim light. He wasn't starving. He was simply bored.

He was the clan's area enforcer, and it was his responsibility to patrol at night, check recurring problem sites, and ensure that violators in their territory were apprehended and dealt with.

He would be regarded as gigantic inhuman proportions. In human terms, he was 6ft 2 tall. Others might conceal their fangs and stroll amongst humans in the dead of night. Yunho, not so. His skin was as white as the moon and glowed with the same ethereal radiance. His eyes were bronze in color. He could never stroll among others. He was far too beautiful.

He could smell something. It was an intruder. He moved lower to the ground. Moving on foot. Moving slowly. Unusual and risky. The intruder wouldn't be hard to find. Why would a rival vampire be in his territory, moving slowly on foot, unless something was wrong.

He could only detect one scent. A vampire who was alone was usually a vampire who was at risk. Vampires felt that there was safety in numbers. Yunho was the only one who preferred to walk by himself. He clenched his fists and braced himself for the fight. He sniffed the track once more before heading north through the woodland towards the lake.

He noticed it when he broke through the woods and entered the clearing. The trespasser. It was little, curled up, and smelled strongly of dread and hunger. Yunho was nearly certain he wouldn't have to fight tonight, but he kept his guard up nevertheless. Being careful paid off.

He approached it cautiously. As Yunho neared, it groaned and grabbed itself, its breath coming in short bursts and its eyes wide open. "I'm no intruder." It cried in pain. "Check with Hui. My maker was from this clan." That altered everything. Yunho became concerned at this point. He scooped up the small being. She weighed next to nothing.

"Why are you here?" Yunho asked quietly as he headed west to a safe place. The voice that came out was small and strained. "My maker. Did the wrong thing. They killed him. I had to escape." Yunho didn't want to know anymore. Vampires were unfortunately intrinsically tied to the actions and whims of their maker. She would have had no choice but to follow the maker's instructions. It must have been terrible for her to run and end up in this condition.

Yunho went swiftly through the night air, the darkness relaxing, his cold skin soothing the nearly lifeless creature in his arms. Vampires required very little to live. Vampires enjoy blood, darkness, and the company of other vampires. He had no choice but to keep her alive. Just five minutes more. He yanked her shirt buttons open and shoved the small vampire into his skin. Her breathing instantly slowed. Yunho exhaled a sigh of relief and continued walking.

"Mingi. Open up." He yelled as he pounded on the old farmhouse's door. When the human opened the door and saw the gigantic vampire clutching the tiny lifeless creature in his arms, his eyes widened in terror. "No time to explain." He shoved the human aside and marched into his living room, where he placed the vampire on the couch.

"Mingi. Come here." Yunho commanded. His bronze eyes burned with power as the human followed his instruction. He silently commanded the human, who was strong and bursting with vitality, to sit on the floor beside the couch.

She was almost gone. She was too weak to bite or suck. Yunho was well aware that he would have to feed her. He held Mingi's wrist tightly in his huge hand. As the vampire enforcer bit down and drank, filling his mouth with the delicious warm liquid, the human breathed deeply. He leaned over the dying vampire on the couch, pressing their lips firmly together. He opened his mouth and let the life fluid in his mouth run into the other's mouth. He held the reviving kiss for the fluids to transfer. It tasted fantastic. Mingi has recently been eating well.

He interrupted the kiss and wiped his lips with the back of his pale palm, leaving a red smear. "What happened to her?" When Yunho glared at him while disregarding his question, Mingi immediately regretted asking.

Mingi's veins were sucked again and transmitted to the little vampire. Yunho massaged their h/c hair and felt her revive as the second mouthful flowed into the other. She was going to live.

He drank another deep, rich swallow and passed it to the small vampire. The third bite was enough to wake her up. She groaned as Yunho peered over her as she recovered awareness and her sensation of pain.

"I need to see." Yunho said as he ripped her shirt open. Deep scrapes disfigured the flawless s/c chest and stomach, which were already exhibiting indications of infection. Yunho inhaled deeply at the sight before him. Inside his pants, his erection was already growing. He only fucked humans because he needed to be in power, and other vampires weren't typically willing to be completely dominated. But this one was a little different.

"Who are you?" Yunho inquired as the smaller one became lively. "My maker named me Moon. But he's gone now. "I'll go with Y/N."

"I can heal you Y/N." Yunho spoke into the vampire's ear, making her quiver at the feeling of his breath on her skin. He stroked the deep gashes on her chest with his hands. He stabbed his thumb with a fang and delicately wiped his blood into the cuts. Y/N writhed in pain as she let the massive vampire hovering over her perform his healing ritual.

Yunho sucked another mouthful of Mingi's blood and pressed his lips against Y/N's. Honestly, the small vampire was restored enough that she could bite and suck for herself, but Yunho was having too much fun with this.

His tongue followed the blood into Y/N's mouth this time, and the other welcomed it in. She pushed back with her own, and the taste of Mingi's blood lingered between them. Yunho licked her wounds as he lowered his mouth down her neck to her chest. His healing saliva instantly began to close the wounds and relieve Y/N's discomfort.

Y/N finally felt her head clear. The world came to a halt as life returned to her. Yunho's relief from her wounds was pleasant, and she relaxed as she began to appreciate the feel of Yunho's thick rough tongue on her body. She felt better every time a wound healed. Her writhing, groaning misery gradually turned to pleasure as she relished the sensation of the massive vampire looming over her.

"Let me thank you." The h/c vampire reached down and started unbuttoning Yunho's pants. Yunho quickly assessed the situation and determined that he would approve it. He had already become hard, so why not take advantage of it? As the other withdrew his erection from his pants and began to work it with her hand, he proceeded to lick at the small vampire's wounds.

Mingi muttered something about privacy and turned to walk away, but Yunho grabbed his wrist and stopped him. "We're not done with you yet." As the vampire underneath him pumped his erection faster, he muttered and sucked another mouthful from his wrist.

He leaned in and gave Y/N another mouthful of Mingi's blood, this time with his tongue, the thick red liquid coating their lips, teeth, and tongues.

As life surged back into Y/N's body, she felt herself resurrect. She had been so close to death when she was rescued by this huge imposing being whose eyes glowed with their fire.

"Can I drink from your human?" She asked quietly and politely as she continued to jerk him off. "If you say yes I'll let you fuck me." She added. Yunho smirked before nodding. She released her hold on his erection.

She grabbed Mingi roughly and went for his inner elbow, moaning as she bit down, her eyes closed as she sucked hard causing a low whimper to escape him. Just like his blood, she drank the sound up. She released the frightened human and gave him a flirty wink as she turned her attention back to Yunho, not catching the possessive glint in his eyes.

"He's delicious!" Y/N grinned. She was alive again.

"I know." Yunho smirked and barely noticed as the terrified but flustered human took off out of the room. "Now give me what you promised." He tore at the small vampire's muddy trousers and smirked again at the sight before him when they hit the floor.

With her painfully thin body and glittering e/c eyes, this petite yet powerful creature was truly beautiful. Yunho was bored with fucking Mingi. He sought the thrill of battling another creature as powerful and wild as he was.

He delighted in running his hands over the smaller's chest. He hadn't felt another vampire under him in a long time. It was unbelievably sensual. He crushed his lips on hers and forced his tongue inside. He rubbed it against Y/N's newly protruding fangs. He could tell she was excited as well.

Yunho ran his fangs lightly down the s/c flesh of Y/N's neck, causing her to moan beneath him. His manhood rubbed onto the small vampire's exposed skin. Y/N got the clue and started jerking him off again.

"Stop. Let me inside you." Yunho commanded and the smaller conceded. She knew she had to do what the other wanted. He was twice her size and could easily destroy her.

Y/N opened her legs and allowed Yunho to feel for her entrance. It was tight but she would enjoy the pain.

"Go straight in." Y/N had taken a drink from his human. She had requested a favor, and now it was her turn to repay him. He pulled her knees up and she winced when she felt Yunho’s erection push inside her. The pain was nearly as energizing as the blood.

But she felt alive once more. She hadn't felt anyone other than her maker inside her in a long time. Her maker had been selfish, possessive, and jealous, and now that he was gone, Y/N was enjoying the first act of her newfound freedom. "Ah- More" She whined as she clutched Yunho's back. She desired to feel him deep within.

Yunho was accustomed to the delicacy of humans. He had forgotten what it was like to sink himself deep within another vampire without hesitation or reservation. He yanked almost all the way out, snarled deep inside his chest, and pushed in deeply, causing her to softly whimper. As Yunho found a rhythm and began to pound against her, Y/N bucked beneath him, her hips rising to meet the violent thrusts.

He didn't dare say it out loud but he loved the size difference and how huge he looked compared to her. It made him feel even more powerful in the moment. Looking down at where their hips meet he increases his speed watching how well she takes him.

It felt good. Too good. His orgasm built quickly and he found himself trying to hold on. Her moans and whimpers weren't making it easy for him either. If it was a human he wouldn't care, he would just finish and pull out and leave. But another vampire deserves respect and pleasure at the least.

Y/N's body responded to the belly full of blood and her body full of the bigger vampire. She luxuriated in the hedonistic pleasures of delicious food and a good fucking. She knew she had made the right decision to come back to her maker's original territory. She wondered if all the vampires around here were so tall and beautiful. She thrust her hips up to meet Yunho’s driving down into her earning a low moan from him.

She could see him clinging on, not wanting to be first, and was touched that the other vampire thought of her in that way. She wouldn't have to hold on for long. Yunho filled every inch of her body, and she was overdue for an orgasm. As she got closer, her insides twisted, and she came in hard, her fangs out in bliss, her nails and fangs dragging down Yunho's beautiful glowing skin.

Yunho noticed the small vampire beneath him arch and twist and ultimately moan in delight. Yunho's exposed skin was riddled with sharp nails and teeth. It was incredible. He allowed himself to climax, and his thrusts became more chaotic as he snarled deeper, beat harder, and eventually groaned. As his hips rode into the small body under him, he bit down hard on

Y/N's neck. Both catch their breath before helping the other stand up.

It wasn't until Yunho got off and they both started dressing that they noticed Mingi, horror on his face, motionless next to the couch. After what he had just witnessed, he was locked in a bizarre limbo halfway between shock and arousal.

"Still hungry?" Yunho questioned, ignoring the other male. Y/N raised her head. "No, thank you. I'm feeling great right now." He nodded at her response.

The moon was still full when they walked away from the house. "What are you going to do now?" Yunho inquired. "Not sure." She responded. "I'll have to go to Hui and ask for work and a place to stay."

Yunho couldn't believe what she was saying and scoffed, rolling his eyes. He smiled at her as he turned to face her. "You can stay with me."

"Really?" The small vampire looked up at the big one with big grateful eyes.

"Sure, why not? He'll probably assign you to me anyway. Everyone else is already partnered up, and you appear to be determined. I need someone to assist with the patrol."

Not waiting for an answer, Yunho began to sprint as the moon descended lower in the sky. He turned his head to see Y/N, who had fully recovered and was following him through the woodland. He smiled to himself and accelerated his pace, but Y/N kept up. His boredom could be coming to an end. Finally, someone was able to keep up with him.

since I'm alive again I will reopen my request box, yay! feel free to request!

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carmenserenity123456 · 5 months ago

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i'm just at a lost as to how anyone can try to pair sakura with anyone and expect us to take it seriously as a canonical possibility. if it's just shipping for personal enjoyment, sure, but there's nothing connecting her to any most male characters romantically, least of all the uchihas. it's not coincidental that the only ones who show romantic interest in her are naruto, rock lee, and some random foot soldiers during the war--all individuals with no clans, importance, or backing. not shikamaru, or chouji, or kiba, or shino, or neji, or itachi, or sasuke. it's purposeful. as members of notable clans for most, and prestigious in the case of the uchiha and hyuuga, they have to think about more than just simple romantic interest when choosing someone to marry and procreate with. sakura can't politically, socially, or economically benefit any of the major clans, so they have no interest in her. like, it makes sense in terms of story. it's a classic romance-story set-up: a rich, usually older, attractive man saves a middle-class or poor woman from her boring life. cool. it makes sense why sakura would like someone like sasuke or itachi or obito or madara. but they have no reason to be interested in her, and if they were interested, they have so many politically machinations inside and outside their clan that they'd know better than entertaining her. but especially someone like madara who had such overflowing love and pride in his clan, while sakura just plasters their emblem on everything without even being able to use their basic katon, the requirement every clan member must perform to wear their clan crest. yes, sakura doesn't come from a major clan, so some of her feats are impressive, but it also means there's a limit to how much she can accomplish. she's not a senju, so she can't do everything tsunade can. she'll never be able to use mokuton because she's not a descendant of hashirama. she'll never be as strong as naruto or sasuke. and since naruto is based on a feudal society with daimyo and everything, clans are integral to the social, political, and economic structures. she's irrelevant to the world in these major ways. because marriage is political--not personal--for these clans, she's nowhere in the equation. hinata is. ino is. even karin is, if kishimoto emphasized her heritage as an uzumaki more. it's just how it is. if anything, kishimoto pairing sasuke with sakura should've been the sign that the uchiha (and sasuke) were "defeated" by the senju (and naruto by connecting him with the prestigious hyuuga clan) in every major way because sakura is a bad match that can't benefit the uchiha or any major clan. her fans should've chosen someone better to self-insert into 🤷🏽‍♀️.

Hi, you wrote the whole truth! I also want to add that Kishi was forced to make SS and I wrote more about it here so at the end of the day he could not do anything about this fact that Sakura is a bad match for Uchiha clan. She is and Kishi showed it in the Gaiden where he made their daughter wear glasses. Sarada is the first Uchiha in history with the need of wearing glasses not even having Sharingan awaken. That is why Uchiha people married among themselves to keep their blood pure and avoid such genetic situations similar to Sarada’s. Lastly, the delusion of Sakura fans to even ship her with Madara is just beyond me. Madara, who is attracted to power and skills, did not even try to kill Sakura during the war because she is no such threat that it is not worth killing her XD The same was with Kaguya.

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snowbriar · 2 months ago

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Caseys Questions (oh boy its a long one)

So I'm curious why this is a thing.

look at those two.

That almond shaped face and square ears are unmistakable. There's a difference in skin tone and eye shape (but I think for the eyes it's more a design choice because of his glasses/making a character appear younger on case's behalf)

And don't even try to say that's an accident when the rottmnt human characters face shapes have as much range as this-

(on a side note holy moly Rise did a good job portraying different face shapes but still making the characters cohesive)

I've seen people headcanon that the Casey's aren't blood related and she found junior in the trash abandoned somewhere, but I find that hard to believe because he's a lot like his mom in more ways than one. He might be a little quieter but he has her spunk that's for sure. Hair color/consistency, eye shape, ear shape... Too similar for me to buy into them not being related.

Now, considering the end of the world was upon them this makes more sense in ways given that Cass wouldn't necessarily have time to become pregnant and have a kid. I'm chalking that up to the cartoon logic of 'heroes always have time to have kids'. The apocalypse is upon us but I'm gonna go have a kid brb has been done before (looking at you Fire Emblem Awakening.)

I've also seen headcanons that Casey Jr is a clone or artificial child made with Lou Jitsu's DNA which is... something. It raises a lot of questions, mostly being 'why?' It would make sense if Cass got together with one of the turtles and wanted to have a kid but, idk how she would get pure human DNA when all the living Hamatos are mutants. Likewise, the writers stated in a post that they weren't going to do cross species romance so that's probably not the canon explanation.

Again, DNA baby would work even if they had intended for the kid to be April and Cass's kid. But that still raises the question of where did those distinct Hamato Yoshi traits come from. April might be the turtles' sister, but it's not biological.

But be that as it may I'm convinced Casey has Hamato blood, and it's either by his dad or his mom. So having said all that and leaving the floor open for anyone to interpret this information as they will here's my theory.

I think Cassandra is Splinter's niece, and I think the writers were intentionally going to develop an arc where we discover that she's related to him.

Essentially my theory goes like this: Atsuko, Splinter's mom, ended up divorced from his dad for some reason or other. I'm thinking the conflict might have been related to her duties and perhaps some disagreements about the 'Hamato way'.

The dad ended up getting custody of one of their kids (Idk how custody/divorce works in Japan at that time period so this is probably inaccurate) And I think through the years the dad taught Splinter's sibling to strive for perfection and one-up their brother in every way possible. Which, since in their teen years Yoshi as somewhat of a layabout, wouldn't have been very hard.

Anyways that led to a sibling rivalry of sorts where they didn't speak to each other or had a rocky relationship. (It could be that they just grew apart and adopted different lifestyles due to living in different households. Doesn't have to be aggressive rivalry. They might not even ever seen each other again idk you decide.)

In the end, Splinter's brother/sister wound up with Cassandra and, motivated for perfection by her father, instilled that lifestyle in their daughter. I don't think Cassandra's upbringing was very kind to her and I think her parents required a lot given how aggressive she can be about obtaining perfection.

So why do I think that it's Cass's DNA and not the casey's father who's related to them?

SO GLAD YOU ASKED!

First of all, something Cassandra says stick out to me. Something along the lines of 'every clan I've applied to I've gotten accepted into' in the Always Be Brownies episode. This implies that she didn't join the Foot Clan first, but they MIGHT have been her ultimate goal all along, idk. But it doesn't seem like she has any birth of blood connection that way. Theoretically she could be a distant relative tracing back to the Shredder and his clan which would make her genealogically connected to the Hamato clan but I feel like that's a stretch, especially considering what the Foot Clan is now... Run by two seemingly random flame heads and various power-hungry recruits.

Another thing I want to point out in 'Always Be Brownies' is Casey's connection to Splinter. He spends about an equal portion of his time acting as encouragement to both her and April in this episode, and it could be read as him simply acting as a mediator in their currently antagonistic relationship. But I feel like it's more than that.

Just consider this: What was it that finally pushed Cassandra to denounce the Shredder? She had doubts the entire time she was under his command, but the thing that did it for her, the thing that finally convinced her to let go, was Splinter.

He didn't stop believing in her until the end (clearly she'd never been given that chance) but I think it hits more in the feels if you take into account then possibility that this is her uncle there about to have his soul extracted for the Shredder.

Now I want to acknowledge that I've seen perfectly logical theories that Cass is actually Splinter's daughter from a one-night fling and while I think that is absolutely within the realms of possibility, I think that her personality, and likewise upbringing, indicates a family who held very strict values. So probably NOT dating a superstar if I had to guess.

Now as for why I think the turtles and Cass have 'cousins vibes' I want to find some pics but the episode How To Make Enemies and Bend People To Your Will gives me that headcanon the most. My favorite part is when she encounters the turtles and decides to distract them, which just ends up with her chasing Raph around like a feral cat and wrestling them while they kind of make fun of her.

Then afterwards, they hear a commotion going on outside and everyone stops fighting and decides to go and investigate. And Casey just... Goes with them. She just follows them like a lil confused puppy and if it wasn't for Draxum grabbing her idk what she would've done. Actually she seems to but heads with Raph a lot....

I'm saying I feel like they recognized a kinship with each other in a way, and I wish we could've seen more of that. Can you imagine Donnie and Casey in a room full of explosives? Or Leo lying to her about an initiation rite for the Hamato clan and getting her to do whatever he wants? How about Raph and her finding a similar sensitive side in each other behind all the aggression?

These are just some of my ideas. Idk if they'll make it into the Rise Revised project or not but if they don't I'd like to make a Cousin Casey AU fic someday.

BUT LISTEN

You know the biggest thing that makes me want this to be real is that it makes the Cass Apocalyptic Series even more canon, BECAUSE THE TURTLES ARE ALL LITERALLY CASEY'S UNCLES!

Yeah that's about it. Sorry for being so long and complicated. Have a nice day <3

#cass apocalyptic series #save rottmnt #rottmnt #project rise revise #fan theories #rant #cassandra jones #lou jitsu #Sorry its so long

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theelizamanelli · 5 months ago

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Kanpai

Fumiko is the first daughter to be born into the Hime clan in over a century. A secret prophecy forces her into the path of imminent danger. After a failed assassination attempt, the Jujutsu elders dictate that she requires more aggressive security measures. How will cheerful Fumiko handle her new bodyguard? Tags: 18+, female oc x jjk mmc, bodyguard, enemies to lovers, forced proximity, eventual romance, eventual smut, blood and violence, implied/referenced death

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Fumiko Hime dove to the ground, crawling along the broken glass. Warmth slipped down her legs as she struggled to slide her body towards the pillar. She grit her teeth as she willed one last surge of strength from her muscles before pulling herself into a seated position - her back to the concrete.

She leaned her head against the cold surface, breathing heavily. Her eyes fluttered closed - gasping, she lurched forward as a curse gripped her ankle. It slowly dragged her in its direction, its mouth opening wide to swallow her calf.

Fumiko yanked her leg, kicking at its side with her free foot.

“Come on, Hime,” a voice shouted from the far corner of the room. “We just want to play!”

She winced at his sadistic tone, shoving the curse off of her with a stifled grunt. Fumiko wiped the sweat from her forehead with her sleeve, she looked down at her sweater stained red.

She was positive that there was a scenario where she made it out of this alive, though she admitted that in this current state the odds were not in her favor. The curse slowly inched itself in her direction, she grimaced at it before darting her eyes around - analyzing the area.

The dining room was in a state of disarray, tables tossed on their sides and chairs strewn about the space. The floor to ceiling windows that stood tall on three sides were nearly all broken, the glass glittering against the grain of the wood.

Fumiko reasoned that if she could make it to the corner, she could climb out of the broken window to the patio below. The restaurant sat at the top of a high rise building, apartments stacking underneath.

Using the post, she slowly pushed herself up - hopping slightly on her unaffected ankle until she was able to balance herself.

“Hime! Hime! Hime! Where are you?” the deep voice asked, a low chuckle following. “I bet you look so pretty covered in blood. Don’t worry, I’ll send your body back to Daddy when I’m done with you. Let him see his princess one last time.”

Fumiko shut her eyes tightly before taking a deep breath, “You can do this!” she whispered before pushing off of the post. She hobbled towards the corner, careful to not look behind her.

Her ankle hit a solid mass causing her to tumble to the ground. Fumiko used her elbows to prop herself up, quickly looking back to see what had tripped her. A young woman’s body lay lifeless, her face smashed against the ground as blood pooled into her hair.

Fumiko’s eyes widened, she faltered momentarily before shaking her head. She crawled on her knees the remaining length to the window, peering over.

The drop was significant - the people on the streets of Tokyo dotted below. Wind whipped at Fumiko’s hair as she gripped the window frame tightly.

“Trying to escape, are we?” the voice sang, still a distance away.

Fumiko quickly sat up on her knees, scooting herself towards the edge. She allowed her feet to slip down onto the ledge above the patio’s door. Straightening, she gripped the frame and guided herself down - she knew the railing should be right below her feet if she could reach.

She strained her foot, desperately attempting to feel for the metal.

“Got you!” a man’s head stuck out from the window frame, pressing his boot to her fingers.

Fumiko screamed, losing grip with her uninjured hand - it fell to her side. She made the mistake of looking down, noticing that the patio was slightly off of her path. Her shoe slipped from her foot, plummeting to the sidewalk below.

She winced and looked back up at the man, his dark hair framing his face.

“You know, I think you’d look even better splattered on the ground.” he examined his nails as he spoke, his eyes lazily trailed towards hers as he smiled.

Fumiko closed her eyes - she thanked her family for providing her with security, her friends for their never ending support, and her Maker for her privileged life before closing her eyes.

The man laughed, lifting his boot from her fingers - they slipped off the frame and Fumiko felt the air rush upwards.

She landed roughly into strong arms. Fumiko gasped, opening her eyes.

“You are harder to keep alive than I thought,” sighed Kento Nanami.

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author's note: chapter one will be fully released at a later date, holding off for a secret reason that may or may not have to do with my other fic Tengoku (if you haven't checked it out, I highly encourage you to do so by following this link). Please let me know if there is a lot of interest in this type of story and I can potentially hasten its release.

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apritellointeractive · 4 months ago

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Sworn to Devotion: Chapter 3 - Part 6

>> Outside the Mountain Pass

(Art by @lovelyladylavie)

Donnie chews his lower lip.

The coastal town would be the safest option if it wasn’t for the fact the princess’s kidnappers could teleport. The purple-clad knight isn’t convinced that they’re not being followed either. Their adversaries could just be lying in wait for the perfect opportunity to strike once the witch is gone.

The mountain pass also runs a risk, but there is a small possibility that April’s entourage could be nearby. Reuniting with the guard would be ideal, especially if the black-clad ninjas try to kidnap April again.

“We’ll go to the teleportation spot near the Mountain Pass.” Donnie nods resolutely. “Since our mystery kidnapper group also has teleportation capabilities, I think it would be advantageous to put us closer to trained allies rather than civilians who could lose their lives. Princess April, is that ok?”

The princess gets up from the bed. “Sounds like a solid plan to me.”

Mira frowns. “You don’t know who was pursuing you, princess?”

The duo shake their heads as April responds. “Nope! We just know they're persistent.”

The older woman hums. “They’re called the Foot Clan. They used to be a small fringe group, causing trouble and committing petty crimes across various towns. But they’ve been growing in number, and no one knows what their plans are.”

Donnie blinks and stands up straighter. Mira’s intel is concerning. If anyone knew about their existence, they should have informed the king or the royal court.

April seems to share the same opinion as she places a hand on her hip. “This is the first time I’ve heard of them. Does the royal court know?”

“They will now!” Her boisterous laugh causes the other two to jump. “Oh, they’ve just been nuisances up to this point. Petty theft, shoplifting, trespassing, disorderly conduct, the works. But kidnapping a princess?” Mira leans towards them. “The princess engaged to the Crown Prince of another kingdom? Oh, now that will get the King’s attention.”

“Sure hope it does,” April mutters, “I don’t want to play the damsel in distress role again anytime soon.”

“Well, just in case the Foot Clan tries to give you any more grief–” Mira waves her wand, and a chest with green paint peeling away from the weathered wood appears on the floor of the cabin “–the other witches and I have a gift for you.”

Donnie tilts his head curiously at the chest. “You know magical items are forbidden in April’s kingdom, right?"

“Well, I ain’t gonna be a Princess of Old York for much longer.” April steps in front of her knight and takes Mira’s hand in hers. “Thank you for the gift, Mira.”

“You’re most welcome, Your Highness,” The witch says with a cheek-dimpling smile on her face, “I hope you like it.”

The purple-clad knight watches as the princess dips down to open the chest, leaning over her to see the chest’s contents as the lid is lifted.

April gasps, “Oh my god, no way!”

Before he can inquire what’s inside, April lifts a green bat into the air. “Now I can clobber anyone who dares to cross me!”

Donnie shoots the witch a look, one of his drawn-on eyebrows lifted high on his forehead.

Mira waves her hand. “Gentry told us the princess wanted something to defend herself with.”

“And now I can!” Despite the small space available inside the cabin, April is already testing out her weapon, swinging it around with such practiced ease that it catches Donnie by surprise.

“Are you trained, princess?” He asks, watching her curiously.

“Well, not officially. But Gentry and a couple of knights taught me a few things while my dad wasn’t lookin’.” April turns to Donnie, planting the wide end of the bat on the floor and leaning on it. “I know juuuust enough to give someone a piece of my mind.”

“Blunt weaponry can be difficult to master, as they require more force and precision to inflict significant damage,” the knight comments as he rubs his chin with his hand, “I am curious, but I hope I don’t see your skills in combat anytime soon.”

April rolls her eyes with a smile on her face. “I’m sure we’ll be fine, Dee.”

Donnie hums, but he isn’t confident. He won’t relax until April is safe within the walls of her own castle.

“Well, we’re wasting daylight my loves!” Mira claps her hands together. “How about we have a quick breakfast and then get going?”

After a quick meal of seasoned salami, crackers, and cheese, the duo gather their remaining items before taking the witch’s hand. Sparkling pink tendrils swirl around them once more, and soon they find themselves surrounded by several large boulders back in the forest.

“You can exit through there,” Mira points out the small dirt path that leads out of the sheltered circle, “The road that connects the two kingdoms will be downhill, should only take fifteen or so minutes to get there.”

“Thanks again, Mira,” April says, giving her a nod. “I really owe you one. Is there anything I can do to thank you for your help?”

The witch waves her hand. “Oh dear, you don’t need to do anything. Everything you do for Gentry is more than enough!”

“You sure?”

“Positively sure! Now, you two better get going. Wishing you both the best of luck!”

With that Mira flicks her wand and she’s off, pink magic and leaves from the forest floor swirling around her. Runes appear on the boulders as well, glowing bright pink. When the dust clears, the symbols fade from the boulders and the witch is nowhere to be seen.

The duo look at each other before following the small dirt path out of the boulder ring and making their way downhill. It’s comfortably quiet except for the singing of songbirds and the crunch of leaves underneath their feet.

“Will you and your entourage leave as soon as I’m back in my kingdom?” April asks, looking at Donnie as they walk together.

“That decision is up to my Captain,” Donnie starts as he scans the forest around them, “But I hope he gives us a day’s rest.”

“I hope so too! I’d like to give you and your fellow knights a proper thank you, regardless of whether my father approves of it. How does a banquet sound?”

“We always appreciate a good meal. Fair warning, a significant portion of the yokai guards are carnivores, so they'll be expecting meat to be a significant portion of the meal.”

“Well, fish is plentiful around this time of year, so as long as y’all don’t object to seafood I’m sure we can provide that.”

The mere mention of fish has Donnie’s mouth watering. “Oh, I’m sure it will.”

They make it back to the path and look around, but there’s not a soul in sight. For Donnie, that is both a blessing and a curse. He’s still on his own for now, and he prays that none of the Foot Clan’s henchmen are nearby.

He steps closer to April. “Let’s make our way to your kingdom on foot. Hopefully, we run into our allies or a friendly face.”

April nods, not saying much as they begin walking.

>> Cha-Cha Slide

#interactive apritello story #apritello interactive story #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #rottmnt apritello #apritello #rise apritello #poll #my poll #rottmnt donatello #rottmnt april #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt april o'neil #interactive poll story #love me some cryptic choices lol

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skyeventide · 2 years ago

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taking a stab at the whole valinor trauma rebirth tragedy thing

without getting into the various iterations of mandos throughout its development, the fact that it shares the etymological root with angband (angamando in quenya) or its use as both a prison/punishment place and as the temporary "afterlife" of elves, I think it should be obvious why "mandos cures everything" doesn't work for most people. it's simply narratively unsatisfying. we know that, technically, spirits are solitary in mandos and don't tend to interact with each other, and we know (iirc) that nienna does most of the healing work, when those spirits don't reflect on things by themselves.

healing in complete isolation might work one rare time, but it's otherwise simply not how healing works, how adjusting to a new life works. being way too in your own head is discouraged. healing all your traumas because a goddess did it via magic counseling gives, at best, uncanny vibes, at worst erases the struggle and journey of adjusting, with help, into the life you're actually living. so people either say that spirits can actually meet in mandos and figure things out among themselves, or subvert the narrative and have people come out of mandos either not truly healed or only partially so, and needing the real living feedback of society to exist within it again. a reading which allows mandos to still function as a recovery, but whose achivement is to "prepare" for the journey of spiritual healing, to bring elves back to a stage where they're able to face the circumstances that generated their trauma (aka the living, embodied world, and maybe more precisely even the people involved in it).

this barely touches on the grievances that dead elves might have with the guys who are running this show. this isn't just feanorian followers (or the exiles more at large) who renounced the valar's authority, it can also be the avari, who now either get valinor or they get valinor. it can be the falathrim, who wanted to go to valinor and lost the chance. it can be those sindar who were waiting for a full intervention from valinor, and it didn't come until earendil came around. it's hard to envision healing within a system when the system itself is what you take issue with. it requires a personal compromise, or an acceptance of the system's authority, and that's simply not always possible, nor can fanworks always easily tackle it — which is also why I think fics where living relatives "bully" or like, strongly entreat, the valar into releasing specific elves from death are popular. it's one way of giving that specific problem a solution, though it may in effect be unrealistic. it's less about realism (I for one don't believe the Valar would ever do that) and more about trying to find a way through wanting to see those characters heal without having to bend and accept the system and its authority.

which also brings me to what comes after and the necessary divide, real or perceived, between people who were always in valinor and people who returned to life after conflict.

to put it simply, making sweeping statements about whether amanyar elves can understand the trauma of exiles and other reborn elves is not possible and in itself pretty silly. even the amanyar themselves don't perceive their experiences of trauma and the darkening in the same way! the teleri refuse to set foot in beleriand despite their own kin being there, and despite the fact that noldor and vanyar embark on a valar-sanctioned war. it's pretty obvious that their own internal experiences and cultural understanding of the darkening or of valar authority is still vastly different, that even going by the imprecise and generalising divide of clan, that trauma was processed differently. or not processed at all.

and then, would those who fight the war of wrath understand the trauma of a continent-wide collapse? yeah, surely in a sense they can, they live through it. but can they understand it from the point of view of a sinda who had lived in beleriand all their life and didn't simply come here with the understanding that this was war? who saw their home be destroyed slowly and painfully, and in the end, when the saving arrives, it's a saving with such an immense and heartbreaking price? maybe they can empathise, maybe they can't. the darkening, by the time of the war of wrath, is no viable term of comparison. even among the living, this isn't cookie-cutter.

so what of those who die and return? I think it's obvious, in the text itself, that someone can go through a death, real of metaphorical, return to their old home which has itself gone through some considerable trauma, and realise that no matter if both you and your home have changed, both have bled, you're still unable to readjust to it the way others can. other people who were with you in your journey can integrate, they find old friends and loves who help them in this. you can't. I'm obviously talking about frodo.

it's not the same for everyone and it will never be. and I do feel as though the reading of valinor being in itself unable to take back people who went through trauma is a push-back against the idea that valinor must inherently be blissful, healing, and perfect; but the text presents us many situations where the environment of valinor plants the seeds of dissatisfaction; the fact that it doesn't work as neatly as it seems is at the core of the early conflict in The Silmarillion (even without pointing out stuff like: troubled people, Frodo included, go to the gardens of Lorien in search of that healing and peace of mind that the rest of the land can't actually provide. it's just a land. it's mostly free of toil because there's literal gods providing things, but it's just a land). valinor is not perfect, but its status as blessed realm invites a certain unease in many readers. I believe this unease leads easily to cotradictory and equally extreme positions, ranging from "no one would or should feel out of place after rebirth" to "actually no one would understand the trauma of someone who died and returned".

plus, of course, the obvious: someone's trauma, collective or individual, and how people process it, doesn't somehow erase someone else's and how they process it. the two things can come in conflict with one another, but they're not, like, mutually exclusive.

#The Silmarillion #Valinor #quenta noldorinwa #I will say I haven't seen these takes #everything is a secondhand account for me

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ask-hfttmnt · 18 days ago

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Wusup, dudes? Welcome to the Ask HFTTMNT blog! Here, you can interact with anyone from the TMNT fan-iteration, Hunt for the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. Talk to the turtles, their allies, villains, and even OCs! Just keep in mind, this won't be canon to the original story. Any interactions here don't tie to or affect their canon timeline.

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#ask hfttmnt #tmnt #tmnt au #tmnt iteration #hfttmnt #hunt for the teenage mutant ninja turtles

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sibillascribbles08 · 3 months ago

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PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE TELL ME ABOUT THIS CASSANDRA FIC YOU HAVE IN YOUR HEAD (IF YOU WANT TO) (NO PRESSURE)

alskdjflkajsdf Yeah sure !! It seems you found my idea post for it anyway but ! Might as well get the word out again as I work on it.

It's a post movie fic, only two weeks after the kraang invasion roughly and the turtles are having a time of it but most of them are more minor characters during this so a lot of it is happening in the bg. (Leo's also in a coma oops).

ANYWAY while they're down and out Cassandra is still insistent on keeping up the defense of the city, or whatever she can do in that regard, and that includes keeping the Foot Clan out of business because some of them are STILL trying to start shit.

And that includes picking an artifact that could eventually grant them a wish.

Cassandra, unfortunately, beefs up a bit during her stealth mission and gets captured. And the Foot Clan decide to punish her by making her a host to the spirit in this artifact (a mask) but that turned out to be a bad idea on their part.

The spirit, Odol is his name, wants out of that gd mask really bad so he makes a deal with Casey. If she gets him and his buddies to their shrine and releases their spirits (she'd probably get a wish out of it too), he'll help her along the way. It does require them to share a body for a bit though. Casey decides fine, whatever keeps this power out of villainous hands.

Without giving out too much more of the plot, Raph ends up following her on this adventure. Donnie, April and Junior also chase after them when the two pretty much go missing (but this is more of a b plot) AND more importantly, Big Mama's assistant aka Frida (AKA Venus for a while also important), kind of sort of joins Casey and Raph on this adventure.

Casey, Frida and Raph are the mains of the story though, and I plan on having some fun with all of their baggage throughout the story.

Also yeah, giant ancient critters trapped in masks and the one Casey gets stuck with is kind of silly about it.

It's not much yet but I do have a tag for it on my blog with a few art pieces if you wanna see them.

Presently I've drafted two chapters, hope to work on it a bit faster. When I get far enough in I'll start posting it yay

#rottmnt #scribs speaks #the spite fueled me into planning this fic and then we got sort of canon Frida so I was like hmmm yes perfect #devil you know

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abattre · 3 months ago

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Hi, I hope life is goodᰔ I reaaaalllyy love ur blog and I hope it's okay to bother you with a little ask :')

Do you know if the Uchiha massacre could've been avoided?? I'm sorry if you have already answered something similar to this, if you have then feel free to ignore this!!

Hi !! Thank you so much omg, please feel free to bother me with anything, I love getting asks <3

That’s a really good question,, I honestly don’t know? I mean I don't think there's really a definitive answer on how it could be completely avoided considering the political circumstances in Konoha. There were so many culminating factors in the massacre actually happening, but it’s hard to say whether eliminating one or two would have saved the Uchiha or just prolonged the tension until Danzo had them killed. Even before the Kyuubi attack the Uchiha were being ostracised and suppressed socially and politically, the attack was sort of just a breaking point excuse for the council to make things worse. Even if the attack didn't happen, I imagine the Uchiha, having enough self-respect, would inevitably get tired of the status quo; where they weren't really a part of the village but stayed trapped in this loyalty or death clause that allowed Konoha to profit from their work and still treat them horribly. So they'd take action and rebel and council would be,,,, they way they are about it.

I don't actually think Danzo and the rest of Root would have been able to kill the whole clan cleanly in one night without having Itachi to do it for them. I guess you could say Itachi is the lynch pin in this then, but I'm not sure I could really imagine him making a different decision. It would involve changing his entire personality or other logistic events like not having him graduate/join ANBU as young as he did,, which like,, I don't think the clan could have prevented if it was a directive from the council or Hokage. I've always thought the most straightforward answer to avoiding the massacre would be if Itachi and Shisui decided to use Kotoamatsukami on Danzo or Hiruzen, either to get Danzo to just Stop or have Hiruzen finally put his foot down on what Danzo was doing, but Itachi and Shisui would both probably rather kill themselves than result to treason,, so it's a nice fanon idea but I don't think they'd do it realistically.

I guess it really just goes back to Konoha's system itself. It was designed unfairly and it's honestly kind of a miracle that the Uchiha put up with it for as long as they did in canon. I don't want to say the genocide was inevitable, but it would require changing so much of the story and characters that I don't really know how it could have been avoided without altering things dramatically to like,, the very foundation of the village itself with Hashirama just letting his brother do whatever he wants despite Madara literally telling him it was Bad and his clan was going to Die because of it. The political machinations were kind of cemented when Tobirama designed Konoha the way he did and well,, he thinks the Uchiha are under a genetic curse that makes them evil. I don't know what would make him change his mind because he literally came back from the dead and was still Like That.

#man the uchiha had it so rough #anti konoha #uchiha #pro uchiha #ask

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dapperbasil · 3 months ago

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OC kiss- Day 4 (Reunion)

At the end of her long journey, finally having earned some well deserved rest, Sakurako returns to where it all began, and where it all will end.

Sakurako and Akira are from our L5R campaign that we were never able to finish, so some artistic liberties have been taken related to the end of the tale.

The mask on her face and the mon upon her neck felt heavier than they ever had before as Sakurako handed her traveling papers over to the Scorpion at the gate leading into Shosuro lands. Her long journey was finally reaching its end, as was the reserves of energy she had remaining after the final stretch of the search for the Tanaka Twelve had taken so much out of everyone involved. Her left arm hung limply in its sleeve, the bones in her hand still not fully healed, and the young samurai wasn't entirely sure they ever would. “Welcome home, Shosuro-san.” Sakurako didn't recognize the voice of the Scorpion samurai, but the wedding last winter had been such an event that much of the Shosuro clan already knew of the Daimyo’s new wife.

“Thank you. Would you happen to know if the Lord is present at the castle or if she is away?” Sakurako shook ever so slightly as she spoke, but if the other noticed they did not speak of it. Sakurako was anxious, knowing fully well that the moment she returned to the Castle, she would be leaving the line of duty, and she wasn't sure she was fully ready for that. There was much she wanted to see, much she wanted to accomplish, but her health had rapidly begun to decline in the last leg of her duty to Yuki-sama. Sakurako had to retire so she would have those final years to spend with her wife, she owed her that much.

A nod came from the samurai guarding the entrance of the castle town, affirming that Akira was still present. “Shosuro-sama was quite intent on meeting you here herself, but after much convincing is awaiting your arrival at Shiro no Shosuro. Do you require an escort, Shosuro-san?” Though their expression was obscured by their mask, it was clear that the samurai was staring at Sakurako’s form shaking in the wind as if she would fall over at any moment.

Sakurako was a proud woman, fiercely independent and hated when others pitied her. However she knew how far she could push her body, and was well aware that she was reaching that limit. “Yes, please.” The trek uphill to the Castle she would soon call her home was much easier on horseback than it would have been on foot, as well as being far safer than if she had been alone. It was not long before she dismounted the offered pony and stood at the bottom of the steps of castle Shiro no Shosuro. Bowing and giving her thanks to the departing guard, Sakurako began the long trek up the steps, her thoughts drifting to the journey that brought her finally back here, finally back home.

To her surprise, by the time she was halfway up the stairs she felt a presence by her side, guiding her upward. Her eyes flicked over to her new companion, a taller woman adorned in a black and red kimono with a frightening red oni mask. No words were exchanged by the two women as Sakurako leaned into her fellow, allowing herself to be aided up the stairs. She felt a strong but gentle arm holding her by the shoulders as they reached the top and the door was opened by an attendant before either of them even spoke to be allowed inside. Aided inside, Sakurako let out a soft sigh as the door shut behind them. Sakurako’s traveling pack was plucked from her back by the elder samurai and handed off to an attendant as the woman in the oni mask took her hand and led her further into the castle, the two only stopping when the door to the daimyo’s bedroom slid shut behind them. “Sakurako-chan, when I read your last letter, I feared I had lost you.”

Sakurako slid off her mask before reaching up to do the same to the elder Samurai. If it were anyone else doing this, it would be rude, improper and they’d likely lose their hand if not more. Piercing blue eyes stared down silently as the mask was removed as the two were face to face for only the second time ever. “You haven’t, and you won’t. Even when my body can move no more…” Sakurako turned away to cough into her sleeve, distinct red droplets left behind as a stark reminder of their limited time together. “I will always be yours, my lord, my Daimyo, my wife.” As Sakurako stepped onto the tips of her toes and Akira leaned down to allow her to reach, the two shared the first kiss of the rest of their lives together.

#legend of the five rings #l5r #Bright Blossoms #Sakurako Asahina #Akira Shosuro #ockiss25 #oc kiss week #i miss my girls #yes I skipped day 3 ignore that #dapper drabbles

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dumbbitchenergy17 · 2 years ago

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Clan of Three (BOBF) - Chapter 4

Chapter Four: In the Name of Honor

Plot: A Mandalorian, an infant with a history of the jedi, and a teenager with similar powers with a slowly discovering lineage. With the child off with the Jedi, the close-knit pair continues their travels through the galaxy.

Word Count: 8.9K

Pairing: Father Figure!Din Djarin x Platonic!Teen!Reader

Warnings: fighting/violence, injuries, angst, slight ptsd, some wholesome moments, father-daughter moments

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Returning quickly back to Mos Espa hearing an attack happened on the Sanctuary, reaching the exploded building the sandstone blacken by the explosion. Entering the building you see Boba, Fennec, and the two Mods; Drash and Skad.

“That was fast. Were you able to hire any foot soldiers?” Fennec asks and Din says, “I think so…Cobb Vanth is raising a garrison for us.”

“What price did you negotiate?” Fennec questions waiting for the price but he shakes his head, “Free.”

“Free?” Din nods, “He’s been holding off the spice trade single-handedly. I told him we could shut it down.”

“That’s not free. That’s most of Jabba the Hutt’s business.” Fennec protests with Cobb’s demand.

“That’s what the town wants,” Din replies and Fennec goes to retort but Boba cuts her off.

“I agree to their terms.” Fennec comes over to her boss trying to reason with him, “There’s a lot of credits to be made from that orange powder.”

“In the long run, it is better for us as well. Mos Espa can become a prosperous city under our protection. Spice is killing our people. Let Marshal Vanth and the people of Mos Pelgo…” Boba says.

“Freetown is its name now.” You pipe in and Boba nods, “Let the people of Freetown know they have my word.”

“You can tell Cobb Vanth himself when he arrives here with the reinforcements.” Din says and Boba is only worried he will not, “You are confident he will come?”

“I am.” He vouches and the bounty hunter nods, “Well if he does not, we are doomed. Our skill is no match for the Syndicate numbers. We must buy time until they arrive. We’ll lockdown at the palace.”

“It’s a bad idea.” Skad says and Fennec looks over at the bionic man, “Is that so?”

“It is.” He says and the assassin leans against a wall looking at the man, “And where do you propose we wait for reinforcements?”

“Here.” He says gesturing to the ruins you were in. “Here? In these ruins? Nonsense. The palace offers greater protection.” Boba says shaking his head and Drash steps forward.

“If you want to abandon Mos Espa and hide in your fortress, go ahead. We’re staying. The people who live here need our protection.” She says that the two young adults' decisions are final. You had to respect it, this was their home and they were fighting for it. Fett is silent looking at them before he nods, “We’ll stay.”

You set up camp in the ruins of the Sanctuary and when dawn arrived the plan was put into action with only Fennec, Boba, Din, yourself, and the majordomo that was apparently their hostage/informant.

“As we wait for the reinforcements to arrive with Cobb Vanth from Freetown, our forces are quietly patrolling the streets of the old city. The Pyke Syndicate has not yet arrived in numbers, but the minute they do, we will see them before they see us. The truce you negotiated with the other families of Mos Espa will ensure that they will remain neutral and allow us to gain the upper hand by surprising the arriving soldiers,” Fennec explains the plan as you sit on a piece of rubble listening in, “The Gamorrean guards are posted in the Klatooinian territory at the starport and will alert us if any of the Pyke Syndicate forces arrive. Krrsantan is in Trandoshan territory, keeping tabs on the streets of the municipality in front of City Hall. Drash and Skad are with the other Mods keeping an eye on the Worker’s District and the Aqualish Quarter. As you can see, all our flanks are covered. Nobody is sneaking up on us. When the people of Freetown arrive, we will have the forces required to pivot our strength to whatever region the Pykes choose to attack from.”

“For now?” You ask resting your hands on your crossed legs and Fennec looks over at you, “We wait.”

“Lord Fett?” Boba’s 8D8 droid enters the sanctuary, “There is someone here to see you.” You all stand up surprised someone had arrived at your positions.

“I thought you said nobody could sneak up on us.” Boba says to Fennec as you all draw your weapons and Din puts you behind him as the three of you hid outside behind the pillars while Boba steps out into the open and you hear him speak, “I thought I smelled something. If you’re looking for a job, you’re late.”

“I’ve already got a job. I’m here to negotiate on behalf of the Pyke Syndicate.” A gravelly but distinctive voice calls out and Boba scoffs, “I don’t negotiate with gutless murderers.”

“If that’s not the Quacta calling the Stifling slimy.” The man retorts for the hypocrisy from Boba. “Clear out. And tell your bosses we know they’re outnumbered.” Boba warns him and you hear the man chuckle and you tighten your grip on your blaster.

“I wouldn’t be counting on the people of Freetown to be coming anytime soon. I paid Marshal Vanth a visit. You should’ve never left him without his armor,” The air is silent as your blaster falls from your hands. No, you just saw him he couldn’t be. The guilt that crashed into you made you physically ill, no he was still there and safe. Cobb was…

“Without training, you are a danger to yourself and others. People will die because of your actions if you continue down this path.”

“You bastard!” Your body reacts running past Din and you get right around to see the man with blue skin and completely red eyes. His hand moves to the blaster on his waist and Boba grasps his own. Hands snatch your shoulders and you’re pulled behind the pillar as Din’s hand covers your mouth muffling your screams that turn to cries his other wrapped around your waist to stop you from running. Fennec has her rifle aimed out to cover you both as Din tries calming your breakdown.

“Shush you’re alright. You have to be quiet.” He whispers in your ear as he holds your back against his chest as you flail in his grasp as your tears and cries are quieted by his hand. His heart breaks hearing your cries it was cruel you had just seen the man who had helped raise you only to find out he was killed in cold blood.

“Before you get any ideas, I’ve got backshooters too. Let the spice move through Mos Espa, and all this can be avoided.” The man calls out as your struggle stops as you slump back to Din’s body tears streaming down your face.

“No.” Boba says and Bane looks at him his hands resting on his waist, “What do you propose then?”

“I will only negotiate with the head of the Pyke Syndicate.” Boba says and Bane grins ready for the killing blow, “You mean the one that massacred your Tusken family and blamed it on a speed bike gang?” Boba is frozen by the memories of the ones that taught him the ways of Tusken, he had thought it was the speed bike gang.. “You know it’s true.”

Boba’s hand moves his finger resting on the trigger and Fennec appears from behind the pillar her rifle ready as she calls out to him, “Boba.”

“Let’s do this right here, right now.” Bane taunts him as anger runs through his veins. He could do it right now.

“Not now. You pick when.” Fennec reminds him but he shakes his head, “He killed Vanth. The reinforcements aren’t coming.”

“We fight on our terms, not theirs.” She says trying to convince him but anger had taken over him as they were clearly at the disadvantage, the Mandalorian behind the pillar was busy calming the grieving girl and he was blinded by the idea of killing Bane.

“I can take him.” He says his voice rough, “You’re emotional.”

“I can take him.” He grits out and Fennec moves to stand right beside him.

“We need to adjust. You’ll have your moment.” She reminds him. Understanding where he was coming from but it wasn’t the time. The anger clears his vision just enough to listen to her reasoning and his finger leaves the trigger.

“Tell your client negotiations are terminated.” He says turning and Bane calls out to him making him look back. “You’re going soft in your old age.”

Looking at the other bounty hunter the man that knew his father that knew him before he responds, “We all do.”

You’re pulled inside the sanctuary Boba and Fennec following afterward as the majordomo starts speaking, “That was an impressive display of restraint. Exemplary stratagem. If I may be so bold as to offer additional counsel-”

“I wonder how much he would pay for the Twi’lek.” Boba says and that shuts him up, “Understood. Many pardons. I should never have interjected.”

You shove Din off you moving towards the back of the room the guilt and sorrow in your chest turn into something ugly. It was burning in your veins the anger you had felt on that cruiser, the rage that fueled your body. Your knees hit the floor and your hand grabs the saber resting on your belt. The small pearl resting inside the kyber crystal chamber is the first gift you’ve ever got from him. He raised you…protected you..and he was gone. You clutch the blade to your chest mourning over the loss of the man you once saw as a father. Those ugly thoughts whisper in your ears, he would be alive if you were there to protect him, you got him involved with the Pykes and now he’s dead, Freetown blames you for his death, you killed their Marshal…their protector. The fear and anger bleed through your body unaware of it seeping into the weapon in your hands.

Din looks over at where you sit on the ground staring off completely shutting out the world. Your droid stands beside you but you don’t even notice it. He didn’t know what to say or do, he wasn’t good at going through loss. He moved on when someone died having connections was not safe for a man who is constantly put in danger. But you were just a child…you wore your heart on your sleeve and he was forced to watch you lose yourself with the man’s death.

Boba and Fennec are silent, the other man going through his own form of mourning with the truth of the Tuskens’ death. Silence fills the destroyed sanctuary before Drash’s voice comes in through the comms, “Come in, boss. Come in. Something feels strange over here.”

“Have the Pykes arrived?” Boba asks, “Not yet, but something feels off.” The woman responds and suddenly there’s blaster fire

“The locals are attacking! I thought we had a treaty.” Drash shouts over blaster fire and Boba frowns at the news,

“So did I.”

“They laid a trap!” Drash yells out before the comms go mute as Boba yells trying to get in touch with the Wookie, “Santo! Santo, come in!”

“It’s a coordinated attack. We’ll have to gather our people.” Boba says looking at Fennec and Din who listens in keeping an eye though on the girl in the back.

“There’s no way to overcome their advantage. We need to take out command and control.” Fennec shakes her head and Boba curses.

“Does the Pyke Syndicate still operate out of Mos Eisley?” Boba asks Shaiz’ majordomo who tries not to reveal the full information.

“Oh, it’s difficult to say for certain that…” Three blasters are pointed at him and he corrects himself, “Mos Eisley? Yes, now that I think of it, indeed they do. More specifically, the Desert Survey Office.”

Boba turns to the assassin, “Can you do that? Can you get there in time?” She shrugs, “Worth a shot.” She quickly departs taking a speeder and zooming through the streets.

“They’re here,” Din calls out and Boba joins him looking through the broken window as the Syndicate forces begin to move in surrounding the whole front of the building.

“It was just a matter of time. Is Cad Bane with them?” He asks trying to spot him but Din shakes his head, “Don’t see him. Any news on the others?”

Boba looks defeated, “Would be a miracle if any survived. All three gotras of Mos Espa turned on us.” He says and Din nods,

“It was the smart move.”

“It was. I suppose you’ll be heading out.” Boba asks seeing the very imminent failure.

“I’m not.” He refuses but Boba gives him the chance, “You should.”

“It’s against the Creed. I gave you my word. I’m with you until we both fall.” Din says and Boba looks at him, “You really buy into that bantha fodder?” He asks and the Mandalorian nods

“I do.” Fett chuckles checking the cartridge of his blaster, “Good.”

“The way I see it, we have two choices. We wait until they get into position and launch a siege on their terms.” Din says and Fett looks at him, “Or?”

“We rush out there, catch them unaware,” Din gives a quick but shoddy plan, “Then we can escape to your ship at the palace.” Fett shakes his head hearing the end of the plan.

“I can’t abandon Mos Espa. These people are counting on me.” He explains and Din nods pulling out his blaster, “Okay, then. We’ll both die in the name of honor.”

“You sure you wanna stay?” He says he was giving him the chance to leave, especially with the girl he was protective of.

“This is the way.”

“If I may offer an alternative?” The majordomo cuts in and the two bounty hunters look at him silently, “Shall I continue?...I’ll continue. You may not know this about me, in fact, how could you, except perhaps what vestiges remain of my accent, but… I was educated on Coruscant. Not that that makes me better in any way.”

“Get to it.” Fett cuts him off and he nods sharply getting back on track,

“Yeah, uh… I attended finishing academy. My parents were not wealthy by any means. I specialized in Civic Council Negotiations. Now, if you would feel confident empowering me to negotiate on your behalf, I’m fairly certain we would be granted passage off world with, at worst, some theatrical, symbolic, groveling gestures and an exchange of funds.”

Fett is silent before nodding, “Very well. Give me your tablet. I will write out my statement and what I am willing to pay.” Taking the majordomo’s tablet and starts writing as he smiles, “I shall go as your emissary. I have no compunction whatsoever genuflecting or even groveling if needs be, which would save you from any potential bruising of ego, so to speak.”

Fett returns the table before gesturing outside, “Now go before I change my mind.”

“Yes. Excellent.”

Din looks over to where his adopted daughter rests panic runs through his veins finding you and your droid missing. “Kid?!” He shouts but it’s too late to try finding you as their plan was already in action

“Salutations! Salutations! I am unarmed but for this tablet bearing the terms of surrender. I wish to present to whomever spokesperson is empowered to deliberate an acceptable outcome in the eyes of the Oba Diah high council.” The majordomo calls out with open arms to the armed men outside the Sanctuary. The commander of the group steps forward looking at him,

“Read it to me, tail-head.” He spats and the majordomo points to his head laughing at the joke, “Oh, because of the enchanting sobriquet, and one of which I never tire. Yes. Someday I hope to see the fabled Obsidian Cliffs of Oba Diah with my own eyes.”

“Read it.”

“Agreed. Let us dispense with the pleasantries,” Clearing his throat he looks at the written surrender, “I, Boba Fett, speaking as Daimyo of the Tatooine territories formerly held by Jabba the Hutt, do present the following offer,” His voice trails off having read ahead quickly growing silent, “Perhaps we should discuss what you’d be willing to…”

“Read it.” The man repeats growing tired.

“…following offer. Nothing. Uh…You will leave this planet and your spice trade. If you refuse these terms…,” Clearing his throat fear taking over his body as he’s forced to keep reading, “…the arid sands of Tatooine will once again flourish with flowered fields fertilized with the bodies of your dead.”

The Pyke commander lifts his blaster at the majordomo as he holds his hands up, “His words.”

Before the majordomo can be executed, Fett and Din soar in on their jetpacks gunning down the Syndicate soldiers. Though they are fired back the beskar armor protects them and with their weapons and the surprise strike the two are able to take down many of the Syndicate soldiers on their own. Firing his whistling birds Din takes down several Pykes and Boba sends an attack with his flamethrower. Bolts hit the two of them striking them back as they grow too much as they are knocking them down.

“They just keep coming.” Boba groans firing at as many soldiers as he cans but when one falls down another appears.

A few soldiers draw closer to the two of them as they try taking them down when they suddenly are pulled into the air dropping their blasters and clutching their throats. The soldiers and the two bounty hunters look around for who was doing this when a loud crack fills the air as their necks all snap in sync their bodies hitting the ground.

A screech fills the air and they all look over as fear strikes through them, even the bounty hunters seeing their ally. Din felt his throat close up and he was back on the cruiser, frozen watching you beat the life out of Moff Gideon. The rage in your eyes as your fist pounded caving in the man’s face the blood coating your body. What frightened him was seeing the weapon in your hand but it crackled in the air the plasma blade wild and chaotic reflecting your emotions. It was the color no longer orange but a blood red, a color all knew that referred to the opposite of the Jedi.

The color of the Sith.

“Is that a Jedi?” One of the Syndicate soldiers calls out the confusion in their tone. Unsure if the red-lightsaber wielder was their enemy or their ally. A snap fills the air as their neck turns a full 180 and they drop dead. You drop your hand the other clutching the saber your anger and hate bleeding into the weapon as it grows more powerful but also more unstable.

“Where is Cad Bane.” You growl out as blaster fire aims right at you. Dodging or reflecting the bullets back at them as they try to fight back but your rage is flooding through your veins. The blood pumping in your ears as you decapitate a soldier turning the blade around to stab another that tries to get the jump on you from behind. Din and Fett watch in awe but also in slight horror as your fluid movement with the weapon massacres their enemies. You arch the blade up slamming it down on one as they are split in half. The shades and hues of different blood coat your hands and parts of your body.

Grabbing one by the neck after cutting his hands off you pull him into the air, “Where. Is. Cad Bane.” You hiss as he screams in pain and you dig your saber deep into his chest silencing him.

The roar of a speeder and blaster fire comes from behind unaware reinforcements arrive. “The people of Freetown,” Boba calls out firing out as they move towards the armorer vehicle filled with people firing at the Pykes. Din wants to pull you away from the fight as you are in the middle of it but is unable to move beside the speeder seeing Taanti,

“I’m sorry about the Marshal.” Din gives his condolences as the Weequay fires out at the soldiers,

“They gunned him down in cold blood.” He hisses and Din feels his heartbreak trying to think about how you were feeling.

“You didn’t have to come here.” He says and Taanti shakes his head, “Yes, we did. This planet deserves better. I don’t know how she’s dealing with it.” And they two see you slash your blade through another man not getting a second to breathe as you block blaster fire to kill another man. This is what he feared, he had seen your old self start to come back but it was crushed so quickly. The bloodlust and anger in your eyes, when the punches stopped being held back the attack not to defend yourself but to make them hurt. For them to feel the suffering that you felt. Blood soaked the sands as you tear through their defenses, but it was the moment he saw you hesitate to take in much-needed air he saw you go down.

“Kid!” Din yells running straight into the chaos, as the others give him cover, and the arrival of the mods pulled the soldiers' focus away from you. He sees your hand grabbing your leg your saber held in the other, you swing at him still blinded but he’s able to block it with the beskar. Your arm drops seeing it’s Din as he pulls you up to stand trying to take most of your weight off pulling you to safety and your free hand blocks blaster fire with your saber. Once around the safety of the Freetown armored speeder, your back is against the speeder as Din kneels in front of you. Your thigh was bleeding from a bolt striking you there, he rips part of your cloak and ties it above the wound to stop you from bleeding out. You go to move but Din pushes you back down the fighting still going on around you.

“I have to get Cad! I have to kill him! For Cobb-” “You’re done!” Din yells pushing you back down as you try to get back up again. Your gaze is fierce as you stare down Din and he holds you against the speeder. “You’re done, kid…” He says his voice weak.

“They’re falling back!” Someone yells out and you struggle to stand as Din helps you up an arm around your waist to keep you up. You could see the Pykes retreating away as the people around you cheer and celebrate.

“Freetown!” “Yeah!”

“I wouldn’t celebrate yet. We got problems,” Din says as you see coming around the corner two very large spider-like droids, “We got real problems.”

Blasters and even Fett’s missiles are useless with their powerful deflector shields as they turn and take aim at the vehicle. “Run! We’ll distract them.” Din helps you run away as the attack hits the speeder and it explodes in a ball of fire. The people of Freetown, the Mods, and Krrsantan start to flee down the streets of Mos Espa as the three of you stay back.

“Go get out of here!” Din yells and you shake your head pulling out your saber the red blade appearing with a crackle and roar,

“I’m not leaving you!” You shout back quickly dodging a bolt from hitting you as it collides. Rolling as the sand kicks up in the air from the powerful attack you hiss in pain looking at your leg and seeing the blood soaking through your pant leg. Din and Boba attack the droids their blasters making no dent and Din pulls out the Darksaber trying to pierce through their shields but it doesn’t go through.

“I can’t get through.” Din yells out as you keep moving backward avoiding the droids' attacks, “These two will destroy the whole city!” Fett shouts and Din tackles you when another attack is aimed at you. He helps you up as you keep running well yours is a half-sprint half-hobble

“Our energy weapons can’t get through, and our kinetic weapons have too much velocity,” Din says

“Can you protect the others?” Fett asks and Din nods, “I can distract them for a spell. Why?”

“Watch out!” Fett yells as you both dodge a bolt heading to the two of you, you grunt from the strain in your leg.

“We need reinforcements.” You wheeze out your arm wrapped around Din’s shoulder the other holding your saber.

“From where? You’ve run out of friends.” Din says aiming the comment at Fett.

“Protect the others.” He says before blasting off into the air leaving the two of you against the giant droids. Din fires at them and is able to get the attention of one as you both take off in the streets. You’re pulled forward by Din a clear trail of blood following behind you both as the droid fires upon you. Turning the corner you see a cart driven by a rickshaw droid heading toward you and a woman waving at the two of you.

“Mando! Ha! We found you! I got a surprise for you.” Peli calls out to you two as Din waves his hand forward,

“Turn around!” He yells over the sound of the droid getting closer and how far away you were. “What?”

“Turn around!” “Can’t hear you!”

“Turn around!” You both scream as the droid turns around the corner and Peli screams out as the cart quickly turns around. Din with the help of Peli helps you onto the back as he jumps on as well as the droid drives down the street.

“Can this thing go any faster? Go faster, you bucket of bolts!” Peli yells at the rickshaw droid as it speeds up and you have to clutch onto the back of the seat to hold on. Din fires back at the Scorpenek as it chases after you all, his focus was torn in two defeating the droid and making sure you were okay. Your hand was a death grip on the back of the seat the other deflected bolts from the droid. You were bloody and sickly-looking he could see your blood staining your pants from your injury.

“Hey, Mando! Look who’s here.” Peli calls out and you both look as she pulls a blanket off revealing the child you both look away only to whip back in shock.

“What? Hey, what are you doing here?” Din leans forward looking at Grogu in shock, “Buddy? How..” The small child jumps into Din’s arms and he pulls him into a hug,

“Oh! Okay, little guy. I’m happy to see you too. I didn’t know when I’d see you again. It’s okay. Yeah. I missed you too, buddy,” Din chuckles at the coo Grogu releases and you smile stroking his ears and he giggles, “But, uh… we’re in a bit of a bind here right now. You be careful. You keep your head down. You stay hidden until the fight’s over. Hey, that’s the shirt. You got the shirt.” He brings Grogu back to his seat and peeks inside his cloak spotting the beskar shirt hidden underneath.

“Save your tender moment. We’ve got a Scorpenek droid chasing us.” Peli shouts out as she fires her blaster past you.

“What is he doing here?” You ask and Peli shrugs, “The Force works in mysterious ways.”

The Scorpenek droid fires at you missing you all but it manages to shoot off the head of the rickshaw droid. It shakes before exploding as the cart flips from the momentum as you all are sent into the air. You see Din grab Grogu right as you crash into the ground groaning in pain as you turn to see the Scorpenek droid right upon you as you deflect its blaster fire. You come to stand but fall back down your hand presses against your thigh pulling back and seeing it stained red. Din yells out to you as the droid aims right at you but before it could fire a terrifying roar that makes you cover your ears distracted. Looking up seeing a rancor jump over several buildings dodging the fire from the droid. You’ve only heard the stories of the creatures hearing the legend that Jabba the Hutt had a rancor and those that disobeyed him would be fed to it.

The rancor appears before you and you see Boba Fett on top riding the beast as it manages to damage its shielding. You see Din appear behind the droid and use the darksaber to break inside the deflector shields. Climbing on top of the droid as it tries shaking him off and he slices off one of the gun turrets but is knocked off. It raises its leg to crush Din when you throw your saber it spins cutting off the leg and it returns back into your hand. The droid collapse gave Fett’s rancor time to finish tearing it apart and destroying the tech. Din grabs you pulling you into his arms as he embraces you and the child. His breath is shaky as he holds the two of you feeling like a part of him is whole again. He wasn’t sure how the child had gotten here but was thankful for the higher beings out there.

The attack of the second Scorpenek droid ends the touching moment as Din stands helping you up holding Grogu in his arms, “Keep ’em on their heels. They’re on the run.”

“Come on, let’s get the Pykes.” You say moving forward your saber ready as you join the battle against the remaining Pyke soldiers and the final droid. The rancor beats the droid into buildings and it fires at it but its hide absorbs the attack. It rips apart the turrets stopping the droid from firing it tries stabbing the rancor with its legs but the creature destroys it. With a roar, it destroys the droid before going after Pykes. You deflect blaster bolts from hitting you or your allies as you shove your hand out and it shoves back a few Pykes into stands of fruits or walls. A fresh breath of air fills your body and you sense the presence. Your head turns off in a direction and the anger that had been left distracted by others had felt it too. You could do it. Get your revenge..for Cobb. Your saber drops slightly as the blaster fire flies past you, you can reach out tapping into the force that surrounds you. Feeling the grains of sand, the smell of the blasters, the drip of sweat mixed with blood falling from your body, the muffled sounds of gunfire and shouting.

Then you find him as the world around you returns and you stare at his presence.

“Bane…”

Cad Bane fights against the Rancor firing his blaster at it before he scares it off from the fire in his vambraces. The creature roars throwing Fett off his back and flees into the streets of Mos Espa. Fett rises staring at the other bounty hunter across the street just the two of them.

“Clear out and take your hoodlum gang with you,” Fett calls out to the man.

“I’ve known you a long time, Boba. One thing I can’t figure. What’s your angle?” He admits and Fett shakes his head, “This is my city. These are my people. I will not abandon them.”

“Like the Tuskens.” Bane tries to goad Fett but he remains firm and doesn’t let the anger take over, “Don’t toy with me. I’m not a little boy any longer, and you are an old man.”

“I’m still faster than you.” Bane retorts.

“That may be, but I have armor.” He agrees but he had the advantage of the beskar armor that protected him.

“Let’s find out.”

The two stand still before whipping out their blaster, Bane hits Fett knocking him down his blaster flying from his hand. Looking down at him Bane stalks toward him, “Now’s about the time you jet off to your bacta tank.”

“This is my city!” Fett yells sitting up flames emitting from his vambraces as Bane dodges rolling out of the way and firing at him again knocking him back down.

“You gave it a shot. You tried to go straight. But you’ve got your father’s blood pumping through your veins. You’re a killer.” Kicking him back away from his weapon, Bane kicks his weapon away, “This isn’t the first time I beat you out on a job.” He slams his foot onto Fett’s wrist as he groans in pain pinning him down to his knee and digging into his chest as he shoves the blaster between the gaps of armor.

“There’s no shame in it,” Bane says ripping the helmet off Boba revealing his face as he glares at the man. Rising to stand still pinned he slowly raises his blaster, “Consider this my final lesson. Look out for yourself. Anything else is weakness.”

“Bane!” A voice calls out and the bounty hunt looks forward and Boba looks upside down trying to see who it was. On the end of the street is a girl covered in blood though not her own. She stands tall though Bane notices the weight she shifts off the injured leg. “You and I have business.” Your hand pulls the saber off your belt a screech fills the air as the red blade appears and you see Bane grin.

“A jedi?” He says and you raise it pointing it at him,

“You’re going to die for what you did.” You spat and he laughs only making you tighten your grip on the weapon.

“I think you’ve wandered off little lady..best get back to your Mandalorian.” He says and your glare is piercing.

“I’m exactly where I need to be.” You hiss and Bane steps away from Fett not before delivering a swift kick to his side making him groan.

“You know I’ve met your grandfather before,” Bane calls out and you bring your other hand to stabilize your grip on the saber, “I know who you are, you look just like Kenobi…but your anger is just like Skywalker.” He hisses the names to remember his enemies during the time of the Clone Wars.

“The Marshal died a painful death because of me…his screams filled Freetown.” He says and your vision goes red. You race towards him as he fires at you though you deflect them sending them back to him. Throwing your saber it spins toward him but he dodges the attack sending flames your way. Rolling underneath the attack grabbing your saber mid-air a beam of plasma clips your hair the loudness causing a ringing in your ear. Closing the distance you raise your saber to strike him down when he kicks you in the stomach you fall back and he fires right at your saber hitting the open chamber of the saber.

The plasma completely destroys the saber as the power cells become unstable and explode. You’re thrown back hitting the ground the wind ripped from your lungs as the destroyed saber rest before you. You were certain you blacked out when you hit the ground, your ears ringing as you gasp for air. Scratches from the shrapnel of the hilt decorate your face and hands. Shakily trying to push yourself up a kick to your face and you spit out blood before a foot digs into your chest pinning you back into the sand, Bane stands above you and you see the blaster raised and aimed at you when he’s attacked by Boba Fett. You force yourself to roll to your side pushing yourself up on shaky hands and catching Fett impale Bane with his gaderffii stick.

Blood pours from your face and nose as you drag yourself and rest on the sands the destroyed saber and the crystal shattered in pieces. Tears and blood blind you as your fingers shake trying to collect the pieces of the krayt pearl until the fragments rest in your palms. The gift you treasured for years, using it for your saber, destroyed by you…by your anger. Your head drops as you cry over the broken weapon mourning over losing one of the only things you could call yours.

Following the battle, Din realized you went missing before he received a call through his comm from Boba, that he had you. Arriving with Grogu in his arms and Peli and the others they found Boba Fett standing over the body of Cad Bane a grim look on his face. Din’s focus was instantly drawn to the girl keeled over in the sands. Rushing to her his movements slow down hearing the cries come from the girl and coming around to face her sees the destroyed saber resting in front of her as you clutch something in your hands to your chest. Slowly kneeling down and placing the child down beside his hands hover out in front of him.

“Kid..” He whispers making you look at him and his heart cracks. Cuts litter your face as blood a now steady trickle from your nose and your mouth. Your eyes were red fresh tears wet your waterline and lashes. Your bloody hands pull away from your chest opening it up and revealing the shattered pearl, “Oh kid..” He pulls you into his chest as you crumble crying into his chest. Din holds your head to him the other stroking your back.

“It’s…it’s my fault…I would get people hurt,” Your voice hoarse as he tries wiping the blood from your face, “People were…going to die…because of me.”

“No..no none of this is your fault okay…it’s not your fault cyar’ika.” He says holding your face between his hands as tears fill your vision.

“Din..” You fall back into his chest as he holds you to him. The small child looks on with a sad expression before coming between you two and you pull back as it brings his small hand over yours. His fingers barely cover a single finger and he closes his eyes focusing. You can feel the immense force coming off him as he pulls back then looks up at you and you understand the look in his wide eyes. You look at your hand at the pieces of the pearl it was dull lacking its shine and hue.

Closing your eyes you squeeze the portions of the pearl tightly in your fist pouring all your energy into it, turning the fear and anger that first harmed the crystal into love and peace. Thinking of all your positive memories, being on the Razor Crest with the child and Din, on Sorgan seeing trees and so much green for the first time, reuniting the Frog family with its children, coming home to Tatooine, and seeing Cobb. The memories you had with him, your first time meeting, he teaches you how to defend yourself, the times he took care of you when you were sick or soothed your fears when you had a nightmare, his horrid jokes as you worked on your speeder together, your fifteen birthday and actually celebrating it since your parents died, him gifting you the Krayt Pearl. Tears of sadness as the memories of Cobb fuel you to heal the crystal. Din watches you focus your eyes closed as you clutch the destroyed pearl between your hands. A weight is lifted off your shoulders and you open your eyes slowly opening your palm tears spring from your eyes seeing the intact crystal as it shimmers in the light. You look at the pearl a wide grin covers your features as he looks at the item resting in your hands. He would always remain amazed by the things you or the child could do just earlier seeing Grogu put the fierce rancor to sleep. You smile looking up at Din when all the energy in your body is drained as your vision goes black. Din was able to catch you the second your eyes rolled back, he panicked for a second seeing you collapse in front of him bringing his fingers to your pulse sighing in relief feeling your heartbeat. The pearl barely rests in your unconscious hands, the act of healing must have drained all your energy just like it had for the child who looks at the two of you.

“Come on kid,” Din says to Grogu as he grabs the pearl and the remaining pieces of your saber putting it in his satchel, his own gift still with him. Scooping you up into his arms he holds your unconscious body looking down at the small child beside his feet and then at the one in his arms. He felt at peace knowing the two of you were back with him, he would protect you two and make sure you never shed a single tear again. He swears on it.

You felt weightless a calming sensation surrounds you but the urge to wake up draws you away from the dreamless sleep you are in. Your eyes blink open and you notice you submerge in some cold liquid and a breathing device is in your mouth. Taking in a breath of air from the device as you try thinking back on how you got to hear everything in a blur. Suddenly the liquid drains as the capsule opens and you sit up pulling the apparatus from your mouth and taking in a shaky inhale suddenly aware you were soaking wet only in the new pair of clothes as they stick to your skin.

“Princess Kenobi-Kryze you are awake, your bacta session has fully healed your wounds.” A protocol droid rolls in as it hands you a robe that you quickly wrap around yourself. Being the cold water now out in the air your body shakes slightly as you try to warm yourself up. “I will notify Lord Fett and your party that you have awoken.” The droid doesn’t give you much time to answer especially the title as you sit there looking around the room, it was pretty empty besides the bacta tank and some other items which you assumed were Fett’s. You bring your hand to your face not feeling any cuts or scaring on your face. Looking at your leg pulling up the pants to see your thigh. Your fingers run along the smooth skin, the blaster wound not even leaving a mark

“Kid.” You turn seeing Din standing in the doorway the small green infant in his arms. He crosses the room before you’re even out of the machine his free arm wrapping around your head and pressing you to his chest. You can feel the shaky exhale he releases as he holds you to him Grogu grabs a finger with his small hands and you smile stroking his ears. He pulls back looking over you not a single scratch was left, the bacta completely healing your injuries.

“Come on kid, they're gonna need this tank.” He helps you to stand as he keeps a hand on your shoulder. You don’t get to ask when Drash and Skad bring in a man and the air leaves your system as they move past you quickly to place him inside.

“Cobb..” You whisper looking at the man as he’s placed inside the tank and they quickly close it up, it filling with bacta. “But they said…”

“He was able to get some help but the bacta will quicken the process,” Drash says as she looks at the man with understanding in her eyes and it hits you.

“You modified him..” Drash nods as you pull from Din’s arms stepping towards the tank and seeing the man resting peacefully in the healing bacta. Your hands rest against the glass wishing he could reach out and take yours. Resting your forehead against the tank whispering into it, “Please be alright.”

“Come on kid..” Din calls out as you stand up swiping the stray tear that threatens to fall and you pull returning to the Mandalorian as he wraps his arm around your shoulder, “Let’s get you dressed.” He says leading you like a child to another room as the droid comes over your clothes in its arms. Thanking the droid you head behind the privacy screen getting dressed grateful to be back in your clothes. Your fingers run along the clean fabric as you pull your pants up your legs surprised to see the sewing put in to fix your pants.

Returning around the screen Din still waiting there with the child in his arms as you holster your blaster and knife. It was like instinct to grab your belt to fix your saber but your hand comes empty. The pain from losing your saber is too fresh as a frown takes over your features.

“Hey kid,” Din calls out and you look at the man trying to hide the sad look on your face to no avail. He waves his hand for you to follow him. Leaving the tower as you move through Boba Fett’s palace until you reach the throne room and laying in the middle as a rug and a singular item wrapped in a cloth tied with a cord.

“What is this?” You look at the man as he leads you toward the rug placing the child down as it moves to the cloth sitting across from it.

“A gift.” He says taking you by the shoulders to make you sit on the rug in front of the object wrapped in cloth. Din moves back standing to the side and you look up at him as he gestures to you and then to the cloth, “Go on.” You give him a suspicious look before turning to the cloth and glancing at the child who is also looking in interest. Undoing the cord with care and putting it to the side you slowly undo the cloth, your breath gets caught in your throat when you see the item. The saber is in perfect recreation as it rests in separate pieces including the inner works. The only difference that you did notice was the metal of the hilts it had a slight marbling effect something you’ve never seen before. Grabbing a part of the hilt the cold metal presses against your skin, and you feel the weight of it but it was light at the same time.

“Is this beskar?” You look at Din as he nods at the shocked expression on your face. “But I thought beskar wasn’t meant to be weapons.” You ask as he moves towards you crouching down.

“It’s not, it’s technically considered taboo to Mandalorians, but like the child, you deserved armor as foundlings,” He points at the hilt resting in your hand, “This is your armor. To protect you as a Jedi…and a Mandalorian.” Din reaches into his satchel pulling out the krayt pearl and you perk up as he passes it to you and you accept it with such delicacy. The intact pearl shimmers in the light and has a faint warm glow that is brighter in the healed cracks. You look at the disassembled saber and the crystal in your palm slowly placing it back down onto the cloth as Din steps back. Taking a deep breath feeling your heartbeat loud and strong as it slows down with your breathing. Your hands rest on your knees as your palms face upward as your drift shut. Focusing on your breathing as the doors open as the Force rushes over you wrapping around your body like a blanket. It’s comforting and welcoming like an embrace protecting you as the small objects shake gently and then rise into the air. You can feel the sunlight through the sandstone, the texture of the handmade rug underneath you, hear the inhales from the child in front of you and the modulated breathes from the Mandalorian, tasting the crisp air, and the smell of fresh linens that wraps your body.

Din watches in amazement as the pieces of the weapon move throughout the air stopping in their desired places and the weapon forms before him. Working outwards on both ends towards the middle, the power cells are covered through wiring and the beskar hilt. The weapon of the Jedi imbue with the Force as it comes towards the middle the final piece of the puzzle being the krayt pearl is it slots itself in the open chamber but protected by the metal of his ancestors.

You open your eyes as the weapon rests before you. Reaching out towards it you feel the sudden weight of the beskar but in your hands, it lightens in your grasp. Your eyes trace the details of the saber as your finger rest on the button and you activate it. A screech fills the air as the plasma emits from the hilt. A gorgeous orange like the sunset on Tatooine bathes you in the color light. The healed crystal purifies it of the color of the Sith.

The blade retreats back into the hilt and you look at the saber resting in your hand but also the weapon on his belt, the whispers faintly coming from it calling you. Din follows your gaze seeing the Darksaber resting on his hilt before he pulls it off his belt holding it out to you. “I am not the owner of this weapon thus it should not be in my possession.” He explains that you froze it was fear that stopped you. The weapon that had cut through your flesh, in the possession of the man that slaughtered your people, was yours by right, your claim to the blade but also to the throne of a destroyed planet. But while no throne rests or no armor of your ancestors adorns your skin this weapon was yours to lead and rule the hidden Mandalorians scattered across the galaxy.

“Ibic cuyir te ara.” The whisper of the voice as a hand is ghost-like on your shoulder, and you feel the presence of the person before it fades as you take the weapon in your grasp feeling the weight of it as you attach it to your belt beside your saber. You felt the conflict in yourself as you hold the weapon meant for true rulers not orphans from Tatooine. Din could see the fear in yourself with this weapon and the responsibility it means to yourself. You look up at Din who is looking at you though you can’t tell what his expression is underneath the beskar.

“You can stay here, with Cobb have a home here on Tatooine. I won’t stop you.” Din says the fear of seeing you hurt again is too great for him to deal with. If he knew you were here and safe he could deal with his exile without fear. You look away to the child holding onto your pant leg. Bending down pulling the child into your arms you step forward and Din holds his breath ready for you to agree and leave his life. Your hand reaches out grabbing his holding onto the leather glove as his finger wraps around yours instinctively his thumb rubbing the back of your hand.

“I’m not leaving you,” You say looking at the man you see as a father figure, the man who protects and loves you, the man who would tear a part of the galaxy to see you safe with him, your buir, “I’ll follow you anywhere you go.” You promise him as he looks down at you.

He was at a loss for words, the girl he had originally meant to be a quarry, their relationship rocky and hesitant, but with time you had slowly broken down his walls and created a space in his heart, he would do anything to see you smile or to hear your laughter, put down his own life to make sure you and the child were safe, to allow you to be a kid…his kid, his ad. Din looks down at you before nodding,

“Okay.”

Din prepares the N-1 with the coordinates of the planet they were meant to travel sending the navigation to link with your X-Wing. From behind him, Grogu taps the dome with the small ball from the Razor Crest in his hands.

“No.”

A series of more taps as Din speaks again to the child in the pod seat built into the N-1.

“Uh-uh.”

More taps follow as Din grows more annoyed by the persistence of the child.

“No.”

A chuckle follows his comms as he looks over seeing you in your X-Wing watching the display, “Come on he’s not gonna stop until you do it.” You say as the child bangs on the glass more frantically. R4 produces his own response as you make a sound of agreement.

“Don’t need the opinion of the droid here.”

More banging comes from the glass making Din glance back at the child.

“All right. But this is the last time.” He says flipping the switch you watch the ship accelerate rapidly and you hear Gorgu’s squeals from the comms as it jumps to lightspeed. R4 beeps at you as you chuckle adjusting your grip on the joystick and punching in the coordinates,

“I know R4,”

Flipping the switch as the 5th engine roars ready and your finger hovers over the button to release the energy and jumps to hyperspace. To explore the galaxy as one adventure ends and another begins,

“This is where the fun begins.”

A/N: There is Clan of Three: Book of Boba Fett! Another part of this fantastic series is done! You are fucking incredible people and season three's first chapter is coming out next Wednesday!

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