#rayne and meadows

[kyloherrera]

 ۫ 𑄼ల۫  ۪ FEB 8 — PROPOSE

featuring: dot, , abel, rayne, odler, mash, lance. finn, abyss x gn! reader

note: hope you like, this is very fluffy, and a big comfort for me <3

summary: how would mashle boys propose to their s/o

genre: fluff || event || patreon

✦ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐇

-Mash has decided that its time to take the next step in his relantionship with.

-While grand gestures and elaborate plans aren't mash style, but he wants to make this moment special nonetheless.

-One day, Mash takes you on a walk to their favorite spot in the forest, a serene clearing surrounded by towering trees

-As you stroll hand in hand, Mash's heart pounds with anticipation, but he tries to keep his composure.

-Finally reaching the clearing, Mash pauses and turns to you , his eyes filled with unwavering love and determination.

- He takes a deep breath and begins to speak from the heart, expressing his gratitude for their unwavering support and the happiness you've brought into his life.

-Then in his characteristic straightforward manner, Mash kneels down before you and reaches into his pocket,

-He pulls out a small, crudely crafted ring made from twigs and vines. It's not flashy or extravagant, but it's a symbol of his sincerity and devotion.

-With a voiced emotion reflected in his voice, Mash asks you to spend the rest of their life with him, promising to always stand by your side and protect you with all his strength.

✦𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄

-Lance would orchestrate an extravagant evening at the most luxurious venue in town.

-He would spare no expense in creating an ambiance of opulence, with twinkling lights, fine dining, and a live band playing romantic melodies in the background.

-Lance would take your hand and begin to express his feelings, weaving words of love and admiration with his signature charm and wit.

-Then, in a moment of theatrical flair, Lance snaps his fingers, and fireworks burst into the sky outside, illuminating the night with a dazzling display of colors. The crowd gasps in awe, and you look on in astonishment.

-With all eyes on you, Lance drops to one knee, producing a velvet box from his pocket. Inside gleams a stunning diamond ring, reflecting the brilliance of the fireworks above.

-In a voice filled with sincerity, Lance pours his heart out, expressing his unwavering devotion and his desire to spend eternity with his beloved. He asks the all-important question, his eyes shimmering with anticipation.

✦𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐍

-Finn most likely would propose in a place that holds special significance for both him and you.

-A serene meadow where they often go to unwind and connect with nature. He carefully chooses the time, waiting for the perfect sunset to cast a warm glow over the landscape.

-A vast expanse of wildflowers swaying gently in the breeze, with the colors of the setting sun painting the sky in hues of gold and pink. show in front of your eyes.

-With a gentle smile, Finn takes your hand and leads you to a spot in the meadow's center, where a picnic blanket is spread out under a towering oak tree

- He invites you to sit beside him, taking a moment to savor the tranquility of the moment.

-As you watch he sun dip below the horizon, Finn begins to speak from the heart, expressing his love and gratitude for you.

-Then, reaching into his pocket, Finn pulls out a small, intricately carved wooden box. Opening it, he reveals a simple yet elegant ring, crafted from a rare wood found only in the deepest parts of the forest.

-With trembling hands, Finn takes your hand and gazes into their eyes, his voice steady but filled with emotion. He asks you to be his partner for life, promising to cherish and support them through every challenge and triumph.

✦𝐃𝐎𝐓

-Dot decides to propose in a place that holds sentimental value for both them and you.

A quaint café where they shared their first date. He chooses a time when the café is relatively quiet, allowing for an intimate and personal moment.

-He leads you to a secluded corner of the café, where a table is adorned with flickering candles and a bouquet of your favorite flowers. Soft music plays in the background, adding to the romantic atmosphere.

-With a nervous but determined smile, Dot takes your hand and begins to speak from the heart. They express their love and admiration, recounting the moments you've shared together and the ways in which you had enriched their life.

-Then, reaching into their bag, Dot retrieves a small, beautifully wrapped gift box. Inside lies a carefully crafted scrapbook filled with cherished memories—photographs, ticket stubs, and handwritten notes documenting your journey as a couple.

-As you flipped through the pages of the scrapbook, tears of joy well up in your eyes. Each memory serves as a testament to the depth of your love and the bond you share.

-With trembling hands, Dot takes your hand and gazes into their eyes. They pour their heart out, expressing their deepest desires and their unwavering commitment to your happiness.

-Finally, with a nervous laugh, Dot presents a velvet box containing a delicate ring—a symbol of their love and devotion. They ask you to spend the rest of their life with them, promising to stand by their side through thick and thin.

✦𝐀𝐁𝐘𝐒𝐒

-Abyss chooses a secluded and mystical forest shrouded in mist and shadow. They choose a moonlit night when the stars are bright, casting an ethereal glow over the landscape.

-When you reach a clearing deep within the forest—a place untouched by time, where magic seems to linger in the air. In the center of the clearing stands a stone altar, illuminated by flickering torches and adorned with mystical runes. Abyss takes your hand and leads them to the altar.

-Their eyes gleam with determination as they begin to speak in a voice that resonates with power and authority.

-Abyss expresses their love and admiration for you, weaving words of mystery and intrigue with a hint of vulnerability. They recount the moments you 've shared together, the challenges you've faced, and the bond that has grown between you.

-Then, reaching into the folds of their cloak, Abyss Razor retrieves a small, intricately carved box—an artifact of ancient origin. With reverence, they open the box to reveal a ring unlike any other—a band of blackened metal adorned with a single glowing gemstone, said to hold the power of the abyss itself.

-With a solemn expression, Abyss Razor looks into your eyes and speaks from the depths of their soul. They ask you to join them on a journey of darkness and light, of mystery and adventure, promising to stand by your side through every trial and tribulation.

✦𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐍𝐄

-Like Dot, Rayne decides to propose in a place that holds sentimental value for both them and you.

-a secluded beach where you often go to find solace and tranquility. They choose a time when the sun is setting, casting a warm glow over the sand and sea.

-As you arrive at the beach, you are greeted by the soothing sound of the waves crashing against the shore, the salty breeze, and the soft hues of the setting sun painting the sky in shades of pink and gold.

-With a gentle smile, Rayne takes your hand and leads you to a quiet spot near the water's edge.You sit together, watching the sun dip below the horizon, enveloped in the serenity of the moment.

-As the last rays of sunlight fade away, Rayne begins to speak from the heart, expressing their love and gratitude for you. They recount the moments you've shared together—the laughter, the tears, and the deep connection that binds you.

-Then, reaching into their pocket, Rayne retrieves a small, intricately crafted shell—a token of their affection. He, offers you the shell, explaining its significance as a symbol of their love and devotion.

✦𝐎𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐑

-He selected a a serene botanical garden filled with exotic plants and flowers. He choose a time when the garden is in full bloom, bursting with vibrant colors and intoxicating fragrances.

-With a warm smile, Odler takes your hand and leads them along the winding pathways, pausing to admire the beauty of each flower and plant you encounter. You share stories and laughter, lost in the magic of the garden.

-Finally,you both reach a secluded spot in the heart of the garden—a hidden alcove adorned with blooming roses and twinkling fairy lights.

-With a tender expression, Odler begins to speak from the heart, expressing their love and admiration for you. They recount the moments you've shared together—your conversations, your adventures, and the deep connection that binds it.

-Then, reaching into their pocket, Odler retrieves a small, leather-bound book—a collection of poems and love letters they've written for you. With trembling hands, they read aloud a passage that captures the essence of their love and devotion.

-In a voice filled with sincerity, Odler looks into your eyes and speaks the words they've been longing to say. They ask you to spend the rest of your life with them, promising to cherish and support them through every moment, both joyful and challenging.

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

@stvrlightt123 @Mysticalpersonpoetry @mailkyeom03

[seneon]

月光 ݁ ˖ MOONLIGHT ── CHAPTER ONE. THE CRUEL AND LONELY AFTERMATH OF A GREAT WAR BETWEEN NATIONS.

CONTENTS. warnings of dead bodies, slight gore (slicing through the skin), suicide of an enemy party. wc of a thousand.

moonlight series masterlist ₊ 𓂃 chapter two

𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊, night-time, right after the evening where the golden hour turns into dusk. the sun has set completely, allowing the moon to rise and take up on its duty for the rest of the night. it was only a few hours ago that humanity officially ended a war between nations. chaos ceased right then with only one victor left standing.

Y/N, nobody but a mere girl who was turned and twisted to be in the war not by choice, but by the lack of freewill. nobody but a daughter of a swordsmith. nobody but a daughter of a lady who sells potatoes and sometimes mooncakes during mid-autumn festival by the streets to make a living. you are nobody... but a doll of the battlefield, simply selected by some soldiers to be made into a weapon on the rough battlefield.

woe to you who survived through the hellish nightmare of watching your comrades get their chest pierced by spears. woe to you who survived the cuts all across your limbs by the blades of the other innocent souls, also forced to be on the battlefield. woe to you who was the only living being standing amongst puddles and mountains of corpses. and woe to you, for you had to lay a finger on your last standing enemy who eventually unalived himself for the sake of surrendering.

you still remembered the scene of the man standing in front of you, crying his eyes out and begging you to kill him. as the last person standing, shouldn't there already be some sort of peace? you didn't know why but before you could even say anything but to touch his shoulders, he used his blade and run it across the skin of his throat, allowing the substance you despised so much to swiftly flow out.

now venturing on your own after leaving thousands of corpses behind, you walked and walked and walked through forests, meadows, riverbanks, and eventually your journey halted as you stepped forth into a huge mountain.

you unsheathed your sword, pointing it at the direction where you sensed a presence lurking around. "who are you?!" you exclaimed at the person, a man with half a yellow and black hair. he possessed such blank golden honey eyes, almost as if you could drown in the dew, consumed by the sweetest of emptiness.

something about him doesn't feel right though. he is man, but he feels something more than man. something closer to a divine being that harbours magical abilities. why would a man be in the middle of a huge mountain anyways? why is the man dressed in such fine clothing and is alone in a mountain? is he a nobleman to be clothed such a way? what intrigues you the most is the two line that runs from his eyes down to his cheeks.

the grip on your sword tightens, ready to offense and defense for anything that might happen.

"what may a mighty warrior such as you be doing here?" he finally spoke, furrowing his eyebrows. the man spoke with authority, as if you aren't supposed to even step foot in this mountain. his honey eyes scanned all over your body, taking notes that you obtained cuts, stabs, and hurts all around. "you are injured. physically and mentally. perhaps you seek solace in this mountain. that is why you are here."

this man had read you like a book. the grip on your hilt tightened even more, before it loosens and you drop your arm. your eyes slowly dropping to the ground too. "you're not human. what are you?"

"the god of this mountain. rayne ames. i know the very inner being of any living creature that sets foot in my mountain," the mountain god said as he lifted his hands up and a group of fallen petals arise and danced along the wind. rayne spun his hands in a circular motion, the wind following to dance around you. then, the flowers slowly and beautifully flow down all around you. "everything of this mountain belongs to me."

as he uttered those words, a petal fell right at the palm of your hands. you gently held your hand out. even though it has fallen from its origins, it remains as beautiful and fresh as it first blossomed, unscathed even. the petal then jumped right out of your palm and flew away along the wind.

"if everything in this mountain belongs to you, may i... stay here and be one of yours..?"

rayne ames' eyes widened just in the slightest way, before it shuts, locking away the sweet honey dew. "i refuse. descend the mountain and return to your people."

"but i have no people!" you shouted. "i thought you knew that, stupid god..." that came out as a whisper, merely decipherable to one.

as much as rayne feels so much sympathy for the hurt, he cannot allow a human to live in the mountains with him. it is simply impossible. but your words strike him in a way that he couldn't quite understand. the words ‘i have no people’ reminded him so much of himself. just like how he is a mountain god and always alone.

"what is your name?" rayne asks, letting out a sigh.

"y/n."

"y/n, you may stay," he turns around and walks away. "but if you spill poison in the soil and roots of this mountain, i will cast you out." relief embraced you as worry left you when his words filled your ears. "you are now mine, y/n."

you are his, rayne ames the god of this mountain. the moment you spoke to him, the moon has already sent the stars to form a fate between the two of you. moonlight belonged to a mountain god who accepted a human girl and a mighty warrior who seek solace in the haven of a divine being.

NOTES. omg what an exciting fic!!! jokes anyways happy valentine's day! this series will be updated every day 🖤

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[unclewileys-bahblog]

can i get a tommyinnit headmate that is a sexworker,hypersexual and aam4map and a dream headamte that is their master and their boyfriend and map4aam

Uhh, sure! ^_^

Name: Dream, Isaac, Lee, Lynx, Rayne, Shilo

Age: 27-32

Gender: Demigender

Pronouns: They/them, It/It’s, XD/XD’s, ?/?’s, He/him

Sexuality: Bisexual, Aromantic

Species: Shapeshifter (human, blaze, ram, demon)

Ethnicity: Caucasian

Source: DSMP

Roles: Persecutor, BPD holder, ADHD holder

CisIDs: cisShapeshifter, cisADHD, cisBPD, cisGreenEyes

TransIDS: transImmortal, transRoyalty, transGreenBlood

Personality: Smart, Arrogant, Cruel, Annoying, Thoughtful, Loving, Firm

Paraphiles: MAP, AutoBiastophilia, Dacryphilia, Somnophilia, AutoZoo

Other Labels: Intersex, Radqueer, MAP4AAM

Picrews Used: 1 2

Faceclaims:

Name: TommyInnit, Shawnee, Lilac, Meadow, Valerie

Age: 12-14

Gender: Trans Girl, Nonbinary

Pronouns: They/them, She/her

Sexuality: Pansexual

Species: Human, Demon

Ethnicity: Mixed

Source: DSMP

Roles: Soother, Memory holder

CisIDs: cisHuman, cisDemon, cisBlack, cisJewish (ethnicity), cisCaucasian, cisAutistic, cisADHD, cisGAD, cisAMAB

TransIDS: permaCollered, permaOwned, transGreenEyes

Personality: Smart, Witty, Caring, Nervous, Agreeable, Optimistic, Fun-Loving, Funny

Paraphiles: AAM, Plushophilia, AutoDacryphilia

Other Labels: Radqueer, AAM4MAP

Picrews Used: 1 2

Faceclaims:

Here they are!! Feel free to change whatever. :P

- Mod Ruthie

[teabookscatsyoga]

Honeysuckles by January Rayne My rating: 5 of 5 stars Thank you to January Rayne for allowing me to have the opportunity to be an ARC reader for this book. These thoughts and opinions are my own. Please read all the content warnings provided in the book before diving into this work. Your mental health matters. Tropes (some could also be content warnings lol): -stalker -touch her and die (literally) -non-con -somnophilia -blood play/body fluid shenanigans -possessive mmc -monster romance -primal -dark romance with really dark themes -pregnancy So this is an unhinged dark paranormal monster romance. Which was right up my alley. Usually I am not a fan of non-con, but it made sense in the context of the story. I still got a little bit of the ick, but I couldn't stay mad at the MMC for long. He knew what he was doing was wrong deep down in the human side of him, but having all those random monsters inside of him just made him the derpiest stalker ever. Not sure what that says about me. I will not be examining that about myself any further. Haha! The MMC is a conglomeration of a bunch of different species of monster: dragon, werewolf, snake, vampire, kraken, and possibly more? It seemed a little open ended. He had been experimented on to create a super soldier and they screwed up and made him too strong. They stress tested him to see if certain traits would present themselves and that involved a lot of torture. Naturally he unalives the head doctor and scientists who have mistreated him, and then escapes to a cabin nearby formerly owned by the doctor. He's drawn to town a few miles away by sensing that his mate/beloved is nearby. This brings us to Demi Hawthorne, the FMC. She owns Demi's Diner in town and has a relatively quiet existence. She gets harassed by this douce named Daniel and his posse of idiots at the diner and Creed sees it. Daniel does not live for long. People who have insulted/injured Demi start to go missing. Also, her gyno ends up dead (poor dude). Creed does all the typical stalker things and sets up cameras, puts crushed up ambien in her tea leaves, watches Demi at night (among other things cw). He's like a hybrid species Zade Meadows with a interesting monster peen. Lol. He also does some other unhinged stuff with particular body fluids. Demi's poor friend can't tolerate being near her (he's secretly paranormal) due to Creed putting drops of his urine in her perfume to ward off potential suiters. This only works on paranormals because human dudes are still shitty to her, but then they go poof after Creed finds out about them. I found it surprising that he left her best friend alone, but he was always respectful so I guess that makes sense. Things absolutely get bonkers from there. If I continued with synopsis, there would be way too many spoilers. It's definitely worth the read if you're ok with the cw's. The ride was WILD. View all my reviews

[thegracioustm]

Chapter: The Wedding

Year: 1007 Narnian Years

Trigger warnings: n/a

Please note that the parts concerning the actions and speech of Jacquetta, Meadow, Susan, Lucy, Rayne, and Taliya have been written with their respective players so they have the control of the actions and words of their characters and portions of this may be featured on their blogs as well.

Arlise’s ladies woke her at sunrise, in the light of the cool blue sky.

A steaming bath was already filled, scented with oils and rose petals, the room filled with Arlise’s ladies bustling around, getting everything prepared for the big day ahead of them. With pointed politeness, all of the ladies silently agreed to step back and let Arlise’s twin sister, Jacquetta (also one of Arlise’s ladies), be the one to help the bride-to-be bathe.

With gentle, caressing hands, Jacquetta washed and bathed her sister, gently patted her dry, combed her hair so it was smooth and curling, and helped her dress into a simple gown for breakfast and private mass. “You’re going to be the most beautiful, blushing bride, you know.” Jacquetta’s lips were brushed against Arlise’s ear, the words whispered in the hushed tone the pair had always used together, with only the hint of an excited giggle behind them. Arlise’s eyes fluttered down, a gentle pink rising already in her cheeks at just the statement. “I only hope I don’t trip.” The pair stifled louder giggles as a knock rang off the wooden door.

Just then Lucy, the youngest of the Pevensie siblings, came into the room, followed by Taliya, Arlise’s handmaiden, who had a tray in each hand ——– one containing bread piled high, the other containing cheese, grapes, cherries, and strawberries. She would come back moments later with ale. “Time for your breakfast!” Lucy cheerfully announced, as her hands reached forward and grasped Arlise’s, giving them a gentle squeeze. “Just a simple breakfast, so all of our stomachs don’t rumble or feel upset until the feast tonight. Bread, cheese, fruit, and ale. And then we’ll head off to mass, before we all get ourselves ready.”

Arlise smiled ——– she liked Lucy, and was pleased that they would soon be sisters. And Lucy’s genuine happiness helped to soothe her looming anxieties about the bedding ceremony. Dutifully, Arlise reached for some bread, and pulled a piece off with her fingers, nibbling slowly on it. Once her stomach felt like it would hold food down, she added cheese to her nibbling, and then slowly added in the fruits and sipped at the ale that had arrived. Time passed by quickly, and before Arlise knew it she found herself leaving her chambers, going to their private mass. Arlise was so wrapped up in her whirlpool of thoughts that she barely heard a word of it, so much so that she didn’t realize the mass was over until she felt a gentle tugging on her sleeve when it was time to leave.

Once they arrived back at Arlise’s chambers, Taliya had laid Arlise’s dress out on the bed, smoothed to perfection, and was waiting to brush Arlise’s hair once again. Rayne, Susan, and Lucy’s ladies were all waiting in Arlise’s chambers to help with the dressing, and with quick fingers the three queen’s were dressed and prepared before Arlise even had her corset on - something Rayne kindly helped with. “This day will pass by quicker then you can imagine, I’m sure of it.”

Jacquetta brought the dress over, and together with Lucy pulled it over Arlise’s head and got her secured into it. Taliya brought over the shoes, and bent down to put them on Arlise’s feet. “Thank you Taliya, Jacquetta, Rayne, Lucy, Susan. I don’t know what I would do without all of you here today. I wouldn’t have a clue where to even begin.” Arlise desperately wanted to wipe her hands on her dress, to wipe the ever beading sweat off of them. Just the thought of Edmund feeling her sweaty hands mortified her.

Susan brought the veil and crown over, and gently placed them on Arlise’s head. “You’ll be a pro at it for the next wedding, just you want and see. After all, what is family for?” Susan’s voice sounded strong and secure, confident in Arlise’s future abilities within the family. “There. You’re all ready now.”

The women were all absorbed in the preparations so much that they didn’t hear the gentle squeak of the door open, or the gentle click of small feet coming into the room, nor did they see Meadow until her small voice floated to their ears. “Wow. You look so beautiful, Lis.” A smile lit up Arlise’s face as she took in her sister’s awe. “You look beautiful, too, Meadow. Come here.” Arlise stuck her arm out, waiting for her younger sister to come into her arms for a hug that was desperately needed by Arlise. “Do you want to walk with me to the cathedral? Or as long as they’ll let you?” Meadow’s eyes lit up with excitement. “Oh, I would love that very much.”

Together, hand in hand, with Arlise’s other hand tucked behind her back, securely holding onto Jacquetta’s hand, the three of them walked out of Arlise’s chambers, down the stone stairs, and out into the shining sun. It was a short walk to the neighboring cathedral, and the doors were already thrown open, waiting the arrive of the ladies.

The cathedral was filled with may lords, ladies, Narnians, and honored guests from ally countries, including the Naerion family from Telmar ——– the air was scented with incense, and ringing with the music of the choir. But suddenly, none of that mattered to Arlise because her and Edmund had locked eyes, and they kept their eyes locked for Arlise’s entire walk down the aisle. She walked alone, with Jacquetta, Meadow, Rayne, Susan, and Lucy following behind her.

The archbishop was waiting for the pair, his old face smiling down as Arlise and Edmund walked towards him to the chancel steps. Beside him stood Aslan, the great lion. The archbishop’s hands tremble slightly as he takes hold of Arlise’s hand and places it gently into Edmund’s warm grasp. And so the wedding ceremony passed.

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[lifeoflucylou]

Happy 2nd birthday to my angel Meadow-Rayne! Today you shoulda been celebrating your 2nd bday but instead your forever 9 months old. Momma misses you so much & I think bout you all the time. Adam would of loved you & you would of loved him so much. This hurts so much it aint fair but I hope your happy, painfree & playing with your other angel sisters & brothers! Love u forever baby girl 💚

Meadow-Rayne Feather Lou. 06/27/2022 - 04/21/2023

[namenerdery]

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Crossroads: Chapter 12

The Theft

Summary: An old enemy shows up earlier than expected, with dire consequences for Rayne and Yadier.

Din goes to war.

Notes: Canon-compliant through Season 1, alt version of Season 2. Posting some old fic before the sequel, which will hopefully be complete by the end of Season 3. Start now so you're ready! AO3 link in the Source at the bottom.

Excellent sketches by @catstanbulite

Tags/Warnings: torture, kidnapping, sexual situations, messy execution, wump, hurt/comfort, negotiating sex after trauma

Rating: Mature

We are ready for the siege We are armed up to the teeth… How many times do you want to die? How many ways do you want to die?

Silversun Pickups, The Royal We

---

They took another day on Takodana to plan their next course of action, re-supply, and, truth be told, enjoy the scenery.

They had found a small open meadow in the forest, filled with wildflowers and warm sunlight. Rayne and Din discussed strategy as they watched Yadier waddle around in the grass, bending over each flower he came to, bringing his nose to it, and breathing in with a deep inhale to give it a good whiff. Every now and then he got a nose full of pollen and let loose with a tiny but powerful sneeze which managed to unlock a chuckle from Din.

For his part, the Mandalorian was still unused to natural environments with such beauty. Sorgan had seemed unreal in its green tranquility. Alas, that peace had been transient, made impossible by the price on their heads. Methuselah had stunned him, with its forests and fireflies and lake and meteor showers. It left him feeling like all the splendor of the galaxy had been spent on that one planet, that there couldn’t possibly be any beauty left outside of it. But now they were here, on Takodana, watching their son sneeze his way through the wildflowers.

It was enough to make Din realize, with sudden understanding, that the galaxy wasn’t completely full of shitholes. He wondered, for a brief, idle moment, if the coordinates that Maz would give to them would lead to a place even half as nice.

He gave his head a short shake, as if to clear it. They had to deal with Gideon first. They had to eliminate him. They could only hope that Gideon was the end of the line, that it went no deeper than him, that no one was pulling his strings in the way he was pulling the Client’s on Nevarro.

“Baiting him is easy enough,” Rayne said. “We just find a strategic location and disable your fob scramblers. I can turn them off without destroying them in case we need to turn them back on again. Once they’re off, he’ll come running.”

“I’d like to have more muscle on our side,” Din said. “I’m pretty sure I can get Cara on-board. I’ll send her a message when we get back.”

Rayne nodded, recalling Cara from Din’s descriptions of his time on Sorgan and their previous battle against Gideon. “Is there anyone else? Any favors you can call in?”

Din considered. Karga still owed him, but he didn’t trust him. Not on this. He’d heard no news about the covert, though he was unsure if he could trust anyone who might remain, given… Paz. Given Death Watch. His connections to past coverts were so tenuous that they were near-useless. The nomadic clan-less foundling life of “no attachments” had served him well inasmuch as it protected him from loss, but it failed in spectacular fashion when it came to social capital. He had none. Aside from Rayne and Cara, he was on his own. In answer to Rayne’s question, he shook his head. “No. Are Reesha and Zavin in the position to help?”

Rayne shrugged, having already considered this option. “Reesha couldn’t find much intel on Gideon, which is… concerning. New Republic is stretched too thin to make any moves on an Outer-Rim remnant without more information. Unless we come forward with Yadier, but we don’t want to do that.”

Din gave his head a firm shake.

“They could probably make an X-wing disappear for us, but we’d have to go back to Coruscant to pick it up and there’s no good way to dock one of those to the Razor Crest, so the logistics on that might not be worth it.”

“Agreed.” Another pause for consideration. “Can you fly a TIE?”

“Yeah. We captured one during the war and it was twitchy as hell, but I can manage it. Got a plan?”

“Not yet. Just gathering options.”

“Hm. What should I know about Gideon?” Rayne asked.

Din took a deep breath. “He’ll make it personal. If he finds out who you are and gets away from us…” He paused, gut tightening. “Your niece… he could go after Hayes’s family…”

Rayne shook her head. “We were married on a star cruiser in the middle of a war. Those kinds of things weren’t legally binding until people could get planet-side at the end of it.” She took a breath, and Din understood the implication immediately. Hayes hadn’t made it that far. “There’s no record that leads from me to them. Or anyone else.”

The tightness in his gut loosened. “Good. His interest in Yadier likely has to do with his abilities. Might be best for you to not play the Force-sensitive card too obviously, if you can help it.”

“What do we do with Yadier?”

Din was silent for a few moments. When he finally answered, his voice was tinged with anxiety. “You want to use him against Gideon.”

“No, I don’t want to. But we might want to add him to the options. He’s more powerful than the rest of us combined. And I have a hunch that he wants to help.”

“What makes you think that?”

Rayne lowered her gaze. “I’ve been getting more… snippets from him lately. Flashes of understanding. He gets that you’ve protected him. He understands that on a very profound level. He also watched you almost die. He’d rather not see that again. He’s… eager to reciprocate the protection you’ve given him.”

“He’s a child,” Din growled. “He’s not obligated to do anything for me.”

“He’s a fifty-year-old child with enormous power who is beginning to understand the responsibilities that come with that power. It’s not a matter of obligation. It’s a matter of following the example you’ve set.”

Din sighed. How many people did his son watch him kill? He’d destroyed a droid within moments of finding the child. From that point forward it had been a never-ending stream of threats that died by his hand. Not that he’d had much of a choice in the matter. They lived in an unkind world. His son had already killed on his behalf, the memory of the Incinerator Trooper not forgotten. The idea that Yadier, his sweet little boy, wanted to continue in such participation was, on the one hand, horrifying. On the other, the darker, Death Watch Mandalorian hand that still had a firm grip on the workings of his mind, he felt proud. The possibility that his son wanted to be a warrior was assuring. Warriors survived. His son would survive.

“Okay,” Din said. “We’ll add him to the list of options.”

---

Cara – 

Got a good lead on where to take the kid. Need help with Gideon first.

Found someone who does the Baby Thing. And the Kick Ass And Take Names Thing. Turns out they’re not mutually exclusive.

You in?

- Mando

---

Rayne tossed and turned that night. Din slipped the helmet back on so she could roll all the way over in the not-exactly-dark room if she wanted to. It set the alarm bells off in his head. Nightmares were common enough for her, but they were brief; a few moments of twitching and whimpers, and then she’d be done, with no apparent pattern of occurrence. She otherwise slept like a rock. The only other restless night she’d had was just before their escape from her planet, when he’d woken up to find her guarding the hatch of the Razor Crest with his rifle across her knees.

Things hadn’t gone so well the next day.

Trusting her instincts, he pulled her to him, and she tucked her head under his chin, once again avoiding the helmet as much as possible. “What’s up?” he asked, little more than a whisper through the modulator.

She took a deep breath. “Dunno.”

“What do you need?”

“Half a bottle of Spotchka.”

That wasn’t the answer he was hoping for, but he rolled with it. “We left it on the ship.”

She pressed her lips to the top of his sternum. “We need to revise our packing list.”

“Mm. Anything else?”

She brought an arm up around him, fingertips light along his spine, but made no further moves. “Just you.”

He tightened his hold on her. Eventually, she turned over and spooned back into him, remaining still for the rest of the night.

---

Mando,

Sure. I’m in.

Welcome back,

Cara

---

They loaded up the Razor Crest the next morning. Maz gave them coordinates on an unassuming scrap of paper. Rayne scrounged a small box to lock it into, then removed one of the panels in the hull of the cargo hold to hide it behind until they were ready for use.

Before Din could turn to board his ship, Maz stayed him for a moment with a hand to his wrist. “You have a long journey ahead of you, Mandalorian.”

He wasn’t much for vague platitudes, but he responded all the same. “Yes. Thank you for your guidance.”

“Expect to be challenged by those you seek. They will not be inflexible, but they may not be as forgiving of your ways as your Jedi.” She winked.

“I understand.” He gave her a final nod, boarded the Crest, flipped through the ignition sequence, and laid in a course for Nevarro as the engines fired up. Rayne and Yadier settled into the starboard jump-seat as he eased the ship off and into a forward vector, taking their time to break atmosphere to save fuel. Yadier gazed out the windscreen with rapt attention, always enjoying the view as it transitioned from blue sky to black space.

Din took a moment to lock in the coordinates for their first jump when an Imperial Vibre-class assault cruiser dropped out of hyperspace in front of them.

A small ship in the grand Imperial scale of things, but an Imperial ship none the less.

“Oh, shit.” Rayne’s voice betrayed a mix of horror and surprise.

“Dammit,” Din whispered to himself. He slammed the stick to port and pushed the thruster wide-open, but the ship did little more than shudder in response. Not yet. We’re not ready yet…

“Get us out of here,” Rayne urged.

“Can’t. Tractor beam’s got us already.”

“Ffffuuuuck,” Rayne gritted the word out between her teeth, forgetting that she was holding a baby. “They’re going to board us,” she realized.

“Yeah. If they were gonna vaporize us they’d have done it already.”

“Rayne Rollins,” Gideon’s voice hailed them over the com. “You thought your absence at your hangar would be overlooked. You were incorrect. You thought your overwhelming defeat of my troopers would be disregarded. You were incorrect. You thought the record of your success at Methuselah would escape notice. You were incorrect. You thought the deaths of Mayfeld and Xi’an would be ignored. You were incorrect. You think you can keep Din Djarin and the child safe. You are incorrect in that, as well.”

“Shit.” She pushed her hands through her hair, but at least the words were down to a whisper. “Shit shit shit…”

“As for you, Din Djarin, you left me for dead in my ship. I will return the sentiment. With interest. I will leave you to die on your ship. I will leave you to die alone. In the cold dark of space. You will choke your last breaths out knowing that I took everything from you. And when you are dead, I will return for your beskar. I will collect it from your body. I will remove your helmet, and I will see the dead face of Din Djarin before I leave him to rot.”

“We’re fucked. We’re completely fucked. Goddammit Din, I fucked this all up.”

It occurred to Din that Rayne hadn’t seen much in the way of actual first-hand combat with Imperial troops.

Rayne was panicking.

Even-keeled Rayne was panicking.

“Calm down. We have one card to play.”

“What’s that?”

“Gideon still might not know you’re Force-sensitive. He definitely doesn’t know you have any Jedi training.”

“How do you know?”

“He would’ve used your real name. If he knew you were raised at the Temple, he would have used the name you had there.”

“How does that help us?”

“Not sure yet.”

They looked up through the windscreen as the Imperial ship grew larger, dragging the Razor Crest towards an airlock. “Here,” Rayne handed Yadier to Din, then moved to the center of the console. “Can I…”

“Sure…” Din moved out of the way and watched as Rayne began entering commands into the comm unit, her hands a blur of motion, her initial panic replaced by sudden purpose. “What are-”

“Hang on.” She entered a few more lines of code, turned, then was off the flight deck, down the ladder, and into the hold, pulling one of her bots from its crate in the back.

Gamma. The one who had aided their prior escape.

Din was at Rayne’s side by the time she had the bot out and started booting it up.

“They’ll override the Crest’s ramp once they get a seal on the airlock,” she said, tapping at a datapad that was linked to Gamma’s processor. “Gideon wants me and Yadier. You’re more trouble than you’re worth. He’s gonna knock us out with gas grenades, take me and Yadi, leave you here, and disable the Crest’s life support.”

“How do you know all this?”

“Oh…” Rayne’s voice betrayed a tremor. “Let’s just say I have a horrible feeling about this.” She handed the datapad to Din. “I’ve set the Crest’s life support to purge the gas and restart two minutes after Gideon cuts it. You should wake up a minute or so after that. I tapped the Imp’s comms and set up a blind spot around the airlock. You’ll be able to get through it and come for us. Gamma has shields, weapons, and can bypass locks, so bring it with you.”

“Wait… since when does that thing have weapons?”

“Since three weeks ago.” We do not have time for you to be angry about this. She looked up into his visor, brought a hand to his chestplate, and curled her fingers around the top edge of it. “I won’t be able to get Yadi out. If you have to choose between him or me, you choose him. Do you understand?”

He wrapped his hand around hers. “It won’t come to that.”

She tugged on his armor. He wasn’t expecting it, and he came forward a step. “Do you. Understand.”

“Yeah.”

One last thought occurred to her. “Bring my lightsaber.”

“I will.”

A series of hollow clangs rang through the hull as the Imperial cruiser locked on.

Din slid the datapad into a slot on the shelf, then held his Jedi and his son to his chest, his back to the hatch, and in true Mandalorian fashion, shielded his family with his armor and his own body as the seal was breached and the grenades were forced through.

---

Moff Gideon was no fool.

He had seen the destruction Djarin left behind on the New Republic prison ship. He had seen the footage of Djarin managing to break out of his cell and round up the mercenaries who had betrayed him.

He remembered Djarin sending him to the ground in his own TIE fighter after he’d had the Mandalorian dead to rights.

The Mandalorian was far too resourceful for his tastes. Gideon would not risk having him aboard his own ship. As much as he wished a closer interrogation, as much as he wished to unhelm him while he was alive, to watch those large brown eyes from the childhood records grow round with terror as he brought the Darksaber to the Mandalorian’s throat, he knew better. He would not risk giving Djarin any opportunities. Better to keep him locked on his own turf and kill him from a distance. The pleasure of watching him die slowly would be retribution enough.

The child was his goal. He would not deviate from it.

The woman… Gideon had his suspicions. She was risky in her own right, but he surmised he had much to gain from her, as well.

* * *

Din woke up on the floor of the Razor Crest, on his back, alone, head pounding.

His hands yielded to reflex as they flew to his face. Finding the helmet in place, he took a breath, then pushed himself up to a sitting position.

His family.

The Imps had stolen his family.

Rage welled up from his chest and bloomed red in his mind.

Gideon wanted revenge? Too fucking bad.

Din was going to bring a war.

Pulling himself to his feet, he found the datapad tucked into the shelf along the hull. A series of windows displayed points within the cruiser showing movement of the troopers within, and a single window at the bottom, displaying a stationary image of his own body sprawled on the floor. His head snapped up, seeing the camera that had been installed above the hatch, a red light below the lens flashing.

Gideon wanted to watch him die. Rayne had anticipated this, and he realized she’d managed to hack the comms equipment before it had even been put in place.

Good god, this woman.

He scanned through the pad again, searching. Vibres were small, only a hundred meters long and carried a max of sixty troopers, no hangar for a complement of TIE fighters, but it had a boatload of guns. They would have to disable those and the tractor beam to escape. Flipping through the screens, he finally found where Rayne and Yadier were being held. He let out a frustrated sigh – they were on opposite ends of the ship. Rayne was in what looked to be an interrogation cell and Yadier was in a lab.

Din ran the video footage back so he could track their progression through the ship and get the lay of the land. He got to the point where they were separated, and watched as Rayne had lunged against the troopers dragging her down the corridor when parting ways from their son. Three times she had thrown herself against her captors, still incapacitated. The trooper in the lead had turned, and three times, pistol-whipped her in the face with his blaster.

The footage was grainy, but still clear enough to show the splash of her blood on the white armor.

Din committed the splash pattern to memory. The trooper who bore it would receive a particularly creative death.

A loose plan formed in his mind. Despite Rayne’s demand to prioritize Yadier’s rescue, he would go for her first. Their son was under heavier guard and he would need her help to break him free. He would play this very differently from the prison ship. That had been minimally guarded, and he had deliberately prefaced his attack with the red flashing of the emergency lights to instill terror in his foes. He would require more stealth with a ship full of troopers, would need to keep them in the dark as to his escape for as long as possible.

In the dark… now there was an idea.

He keyed his vambrace to Rayne’s comm hack and made a few adjustments.

Time to gear up. He checked his sidearm blaster – good to go. He wouldn’t take his rifle; it would only get in the way for close-quarters fighting. Knife – good to go as well, nestled in its place in his boot. He went to the weapons locker, loaded his belt with charges, and switched out the flamethrower fuel cells for fresh ones.

He had not thought to re-stock on whistling birds when he last saw the Armorer, and the oversight pained him. His eye caught his jetpack, stowed at the bottom of the locker.

Mmmmaybe not this time.

He closed the locker and went to Rayne’s drawer, also keyed to both of their bio-signatures. He pulled it open, reached for her lightsaber, and stopped cold.

Xi’an’s knives.

For a brief instant, his mind fell back, back to his years on Ran’s crew, watching Xi’an sharpen her blades at the same table where he cleaned his rifle. Her offer to sharpen his knife. The memory of pulling it from his boot and sliding it across the table…

What the hell were Xi’an’s knives doing in there?

It took him a moment to recall, to recover from the stutter in his memory, to bring up the image of the way Rayne had plucked the first thrown blade out of the air without even realizing she was doing it. The interrogation that followed. The execution following that.

He wrapped his hand around the lightsaber and closed the drawer. They could talk about the knives later. Clipping the weapon to his belt, he grabbed the birikad, Yadier’s harness, off of a shelf and stuffed it between the small of his back and his belt, then went to the hatch.

Time to go to war.

---

Her face ached.

For what felt like a long time, that’s all Rayne was aware of.

Like someone had taken a pipe to her face and used it for batting practice.

After what felt like a long time, she became aware of why she felt like that.

Yadier…

She reached out with her mind, reached out for her son, and for the first time since Din had brought him into her life, she couldn’t reach him. She reached out for Din. His general state would be nearly impossible to gauge with the helmet on, but she could usually sense something of him even at a fair distance, but for now, there was nothing.

They were either both dead, or she was in a shielded room.

Overwhelming pain.

Sharp. Pointed. Electrical. Pulsing.

Every fiber of muscle in her body contracted and she froze in agony, too locked up to scream, too locked up to open her eyes, too locked up to conjure a conscious thought.

After what felt like a long time, the current running through her body finally ceased and she fell limp against the restraint across her chest.

“Good morning, Rayne Rollins.”

Gideon’s voice. The same voice from the news clips. The same voice from the hail.

“What brings you to my ship, today?”

“Your… fucking… tractor beam…” Rayne opened her eyes as much as she could, finding herself in an Imperial interrogation chair. It wasn’t so much a “chair” as it was an upright slab with restraints and stabby electrodes. She’d learned a little about them as a kid, been hooked up to one and received a mild shock, along with the rest of her classmates, the beginning of what would have been many lessons on how to resist the kind of thing she was apparently experiencing right now.

Yeah, that would’ve been handy.

“I will instruct you once on how this works,” Gideon said, somewhere out of her admittedly limited field of vision. “I will ask a question and you will answer it. If you do not provide a valid answer within five seconds, you will receive the punishment that I have just acquainted you with. Do you understand?”

She said nothing and closed her eyes.

The agony returned.

Her mouth opened in a silent scream.

Her world went black.

---

The knife was a quiet way to kill. Stealthy.

The misconception that slicing the throat was the best way to kill someone with a short blade was a common one. In reality, that was quite noisy. Too much screaming and gurgling and thrashing until the blood finally ran out.

The best way, to kill a human anyway, was to stab them down through a kidney. The pain was paralyzing. Silencing. They just locked right up and down they went. The trick was to get the angle just right. Getting over the back of the pelvis and down through as much of the organ as you could. Stormtrooper armor did a little in terms of getting in the way, but it still left a seam in the back.

You just had to get them to bend over a little, and in you went.

The fifth body went stiff in Din’s grasp, and he lowered it to the deck. Nice and quiet.

It had been a while since he’d killed so many in one day.

But he hadn’t forgotten how.

Oh, no. Not at all.

This body at his feet. This blood on his gloves. This death he brought about. This was his life. What he had trained for. What he had dedicated his existence to.

In this moment, Din was nothing more than a machine of murder.

All else had dropped away.

He moved on to the next target, a trail of blood in his wake.

Unbeknownst to him, Rayn’s bot, Gamma, followed behind at a discrete distance, ready for when it would be needed.

---

“Let’s try this again. What were you doing on Djarin’s ship?”

Rayne opened her eyes just enough to see Gideon standing before her, just to her left. Four other troopers stood guard inside of the room. She thought maybe there were one or two others just outside the door, but wasn’t sure. The fuzziness of it gave her hope that this was just a shielded room and would explain her inability to reach her family. Gideon wasn’t taking any chances with her. “He needed an engineer.”

“You abandoned a successful business to become an engineer for a bounty hunter.”

“I was bored.” Her face still ached and talking hurt. She’d never been pistol-whipped before. She hoped never to experience it again.

“Tell me about the child.”

“Little. Green. Burps a lot.” Everything hurt. Except for the parts she couldn’t feel. Things from the knees down felt a little numb.

“Tell me about the child’s abilities.”

“Little. Green. Burps a lot.” Even listening to Gideon’s voice hurt.

The agony returned.

Rayne’s world went black again.

---

Oh. Oh, here we go.

The trooper who had struck Rayne in the face with his blaster now stood guard at a door around the corner, her blood still spattered on his armor.

This might be worth making some noise for.

Din strode around the corner, making no effort to mask his presence.

He wanted the trooper to see him coming.

“Hey! What the- You’re not supposed to be here!”

“Nope. I’m not.” Before the trooper could level his blaster, Din flicked his wrist and the whipcord shot out, wrapping itself around the trooper’s throat as Din snapped him back along the corridor. The trooper’s screams were choked off by the cord, but there was still a fair amount of clattering as Din threw him to the floor face-first and pinned him down. He jammed the fist-end of his vambrace up into the front of the trooper’s helmet. With no further prelude, he activated the flamethrower directly up through the seal, breaching it, keeping the writhing body pinned to the floor as the trooper’s initial bucks and twists faded, ignoring the smell of burnt flesh and hair and plastoid armor, ignoring the heat that crept along his knuckles as he kept his wrist wedged into the helmet.

The body stilled at about the same time Din’s flamethrower ran out of fuel. Good enough. He got up, turned the trooper over with his toe, pulled his knife from his boot, crouched back down, and parted the helmet from the body with the head still in it. When turning the bucket over didn’t release the contents, he slammed it to the floor, felt the thud of a skull freeing up from the flesh seared to the inside, then dumped it out onto the trooper’s chest, what was left of the charred face pointing up to the ceiling.

The message was clear.

Anyone who messed with the clan of Rollins-Djarin would burn.

---

“I’m curious, Rollins. How do you keep getting through the asteroid belt at Methuselah?” Gideon’s voice was all cool, calculated ice. He certainly endeavored to present an unflappable front, though Rayne sensed an underlying impatience.

She shrugged once more at his questions. “I’m a decent pilot.”

“Ah, yes. You are, after all, a Rebel veteran. All those sorties you flew.”

Rayne didn’t respond.

“All two of them.”

So the fuck what?

“How does someone who only flew two sorties over the course of a decades-long war get to be the kind of pilot who gets through that belt? With a ship the size of the Razor Crest?”

“Skill and luck.”

Pain, again. Dialed back now, dialed back so that she could not escape through unconsciousness, helpless but to endure it for its full length. Even when it was done, her head was still cloudy, her mind was still off-kilter, still unable to put everything together and figure out how to extricate herself from this.

Gideon let out a long breath that wasn’t quite a sigh. He reached into his pocket and brought out a small vid projector, turning it on to bring a two-dimensional image flickering up before her.

The image of Din lying motionless on the floor of the Razor Crest.

“Your captain is dead, now, Rollins.”

She betrayed nothing, meeting his gaze. “So… what, exactly? You win?” The words were slurring out of her now. Her face didn’t seem to work quite right.

Gideon’s brow furrowed just the smallest bit before smoothing back out again. “Think of it as more of a demonstration. I desire certain things. When I do not get them in a timely manner, the people who are the cause of that delay die. Din Djarin caused a delay in my acquisition of the child. He is now dead. I now desire to know where you intended to take the child. If you cause a delay in the acquisition of that knowledge, you will join Djarin in death on his ship.”

“Something tells me I’m going to wind up there anyway.”

“Do you also require a demonstration of my willingness to torture a baby?”

Okay, yeah, fuck that. Time to put the cards down on the table and play the one called Jedi. “Yeah, I’m not worth anything to you. You want to let me go.”

She pushed. Hard. As hard as she could manage with her brain half-scrambled and her body half-fried.

Gideon twitched an eyebrow. “And there we have it.”

Oh, shit.

“An amusing little trick, Rollins, but not one that will work on me. I may have only scratched the surface on who you are, but you just revealed what you are.” He reached out and traced his finger along the leather cord from around her neck to the casing it held. He wrapped his fingers around it and yanked it free to examine more closely, turning it over in his hands. “The Jedi and the Mandalorians were at each other’s throats for millennia. And here we have a Jedi wearing beskar at her throat.” He met Rayne’s eyes. “Only the engineer?”

She locked her eyes on his but remained silent.

He opened the casing and poured the lock of hair out into his palm. “Curious.” He met Rayne’s gaze once again, his expression concealed behind a mask of calm. “I wonder where else we will find Djarin’s DNA on you.” 

Rayne’s jaw tightened, but she gave no further show of emotion.

Gideon replaced the lock of Din’s hair and closed the casing, then placed it on a nearby tray. “But first,” he said, picking up a syringe from the same tray, “we will collect your DNA and see what it has to tell us.”

That’s what he wants Yadier for. They’re pulling it from him right now if they haven’t gotten it already.

Physically helpless, she struck out against him with her mind, and he fumbled the syringe, dropping it to the floor. Inhibiting action in another was easier than initiating it, and she intended to inhibit as much as she possibly could.

She thought she saw rage flicker over Gideon’s face, just for a moment. “You cannot stall me forever. The inevitable will happen.”

“Yeah, we’ll see.”

He raised a fist to strike, but it paused in mid-air, hovering, refusing the commands of his brain to swing it forward.

Unable to strike her with his fist, he drilled into her with his eyes, a silent promise that he would get what he wanted, eventually, and the longer he had to wait, the worse it was going to be for her.

She stared back, trembling with the effort, breath coming in long draws, daring him to try it.

The lights went red.

The alarms sounded.

Gideon’s face twisted with rage.

Then the lights and alarms went out all together, and the room was black. Silent.

She couldn’t help herself. “Or maybe we won’t see, after all.”

Rayne!

She heard… felt Din’s voice in her head. He must be just outside the door and projecting with everything he had to get through whatever had blocked her before.

The door blasted open, sending shrapnel and fire through the cell. The troopers returned fire through the new opening, firing blindly in the dark, Rayne able to sense their panic at the realization that their HUDs and coms were no longer working. Din had apparently embellished her hacks into the system.

Good god, this man.

A single shot from the other side of the door struck the control panel for the interrogation chair and Rayne was released from the bindings. With nothing holding her up, she suddenly found herself unable to stand, clamoring for the edge of the chair to keep from hitting the floor. She sensed Din tossing her lightsaber in a moment later. Reaching with both her free hand and the Force, she caught and activated it, the yellow blade emitting just enough illumination to show Gideon escaping through another door.

Seeing something they could actually shoot at, the troopers focused their fire on the lightsaber, only for Rayne to deflect the shots right back at them. It gave Din the opening he needed and he stepped through, ending the troopers with a single shot to each of their heads.

Silence and darkness once again.

Rayne’s saber deactivated as it fell from her hand and she lost her grip on the chair. Din caught her before she could hit the floor. “Hey,” he managed between breaths. “Hey, I got you…”

“I… I can’t…”

“I know.” He got her arm over his shoulders, picked her saber up off the floor, and clipped it back to her belt where it belonged. “How bad?”

“Can’t feel my feet. Brain’s fuzzy. A little cooked from the chair.”

“Want a bacta-phrine shot?”

She swallowed, understanding the implications of his question. They had a lot of work ahead of them, and he needed her whole and present for it to all work. The bacta/epinephrine infusion would get her through it, but it came at a price. She swallowed again. “Yeah.”

“Okay.” He lowered her to the floor. She pulled her shirt up while he pulled the small canister off of his belt, shook it up, and moved to straddle her at the hips, pinning her down. She lay as still as she could while he felt for the right spot on her sternum with one hand and popped the cap off of the canister with the other thumb. “Ready?”

He watched her close her eyes from the infrared of his HUD. “Yeah.”

Din slammed the canister to her chest, sending the needle through her sternum, pumping the infusion directly to her heart.

She convulsed against him, once again in far too much pain to scream, and he held her down, keeping his butt planted at her hips, his left hand pressing down at the top of her chest, right hand keeping the canister in place as her fingers raked down his helmet with involuntary twitches.

She bucked into him for a few more moments until it finally abated and she fell back, relaxing, breaths evening out into long, even draws. Her eyes drew shut once more as she felt the pins-and-needles of feeling returning to her feet, her mind cleared, and her strength returned, the cooked-through feeling dissipating.

“You good?” he asked.

She took one more moment to consider. “Yeah. I’m ready.”

He pulled the canister free, making sure the needle came all the way with it, and moved off of her, allowing her to pull herself up and test all of her limbs. She walked back to the center of the room and retrieved the beskar casing, holding it up to draw his attention to it before putting it in her pocket. “Gideon figured out the family situation.”

Din blew out a sharp exhale of anger. The last thing he wanted was to hand the Imp even more information. He turned back toward the doorway, taking a quick peek out before stepping into the corridor. He was mildly surprised to see Gamma there waiting for them, but didn’t acknowledge it, going back the way he came. “What did he try to get from you?”

“Yadier’s abilities. Where we were headed with him. A blood sample.” She sensed him turn his head in her direction as she walked next to him. “I fucked up and played the Jedi card.”

Another angry exhale.

“The lightsaber would’ve tipped him off anyway.”

Din gave a conciliatory tip of his head.

“He stopped asking questions after that, said something about DNA, and picked up a syringe. That’s what he wants with Yadier. Force-sensitive DNA.”

“What does he want with that?”

“I think he wants Force-sensitivity for himself. Maybe for a higher-up too, but he radiated a certain… greed is the best thing I can call it. He’s already had some Force resistance training. I tried to Force him to let me go and he barely twitched. Guy’s a brick wall.”

“Shit.”

“Yeah. They must have a blood sample from Yadi by now. We can’t let them keep it.”

“We don’t have time for espionage.”

“We have time to set charges. Please tell me you brought more charges.”

Of course. “I only brought enough to disable the guns and the tractor beam. We can’t blow this thing up with the Crest locked to it.”

“Gamma can take care of the guns and tractor beam.” Rayne stopped at a junction in the corridor. “We set the charges in the lab and on the reactor.”

“I didn’t bring enough to bring this thing down.”

“We blow the lab before we leave so they lose any material they’ve gained today and can’t transmit any analyses. We blow the reactor later, when we’re ready to take Gideon. It’ll disable the ship enough to get it within range.”

“Within range of what?”

Din saw Rayne smile in the infrared. “Me and Yadier.”

---

Hiding the charges on the reactor turned out to be easy enough – most of the troopers were guarding the lab. While Rayne and Din were busy with that, Gamma plugged into a port and disabled the guns and tractor beam behind a covert firewall. The crew would have no idea anything was wrong until it was too late.

They re-grouped and continued to the lab, passing bodies of fallen troopers along the way. The fact that they were met with no resistance worried them both. It could only mean that all of the forces were pulled back to resist the efforts of the parents to rescue their son. Rayne took note of one particular body strewn on the floor. While she couldn’t see all of the details, she could certainly smell many of them; burnt flesh, burnt hair, burnt plastoid. She sensed the shape of the helmet on the floor and the head… not where it should have been, but placed face-up instead, on the torso of the body.

She cast a mental glance at Din as he stepped over it like it was no different from his other victims scattered through the corridors. The ritualistic display was striking and disturbing at the same time, one more echo of the dark violence that resided in her Mandalorian. She decided to address it directly. “So what’s with that guy?”

“He put his blaster grip through your face three times.”

“Mm.” Fair enough.

They arrived at another junction a couple minutes later when Din held up a hand. “Lab’s around the corner.”

She pressed her back to the wall as he took a quick look around, confident that the troopers’ HUDs remained blind in the dark. Still, she closed her eyes to reach out. “I’m guessing ten troopers in front of the door. Another ten on either side in the adjoining hall down there.”

“I think you’re right. Any feel on Yadier?”

She took a breath. All she could get from their son was an empty blankness. No pain, but a dearth of consciousness far below that even of a deep sleep. “I think he’s sedated. He’s not in any pain, but he won’t be responsive when we get to him.”

Din nodded, familiar with that situation. “Hard to see through all the troopers, but I think there are two others in there with him.”

“Gideon. One other.”

Din had a pretty good guess as to who that was, as well.

“I have a plan.”

He looked down to his left at her, pressed back against the wall next to him, lightsaber in hand, deactivated but ready. All of the panic from earlier cleared away, breath steady, posture tense but prepared. All warrior. “Let’s hear it.”

She gave him the outline, based on old Jedi-Clone teamwork tactics.

“You full up?”

“Yeah,” she rolled her shoulders. “Little high, maybe. Ready to take advantage of it.”

“Okay.” He pushed off of the wall, fished the birikad out from the back of his belt, and strapped it on. He turned to face Rayne, taking a moment to look at her once more. Her gaze met his in the darkness, waiting. Ready. He nodded. “Go.”

Rayne stepped into the corridor and ignited her saber. The troopers responded with blaster fire and Din watched as she swung into action, the yellow blade nothing but a blur as she deflected all of the shots. He turned back to the bot behind him. “Ready?”

It chirped an affirmative.

“Let’s go.”

He drew his blaster, stepped in behind her, got the sense of her swinging pattern, and began to fire past her. She led with her hips and her shoulders, telegraphing her movements so he wouldn’t blast her arms off, and they’d managed to bring down all ten troopers by the time they got to the junction in front of the door. When they reached it, Din fired into the corridor to the left, Rayne deflected the shots from the corridor on the right, and Gamma scuttled up to the door, plugged into the port, and cranked away at the lock.

Din pumped round after round into the corridor as he listened to the heavy clanks of the lock as it gave way at a pace far too slow for his liking. “What’s taking so long?” His voice grated through the modulator.

“Class Seven lock,” Rayne shouted back as she deflected the bolts coming from the other end. “Those take a while.”

“Define a while.”

“Five more seconds. Get ready.”

True to her word, the door slid open five seconds later. Din ducked back for just long enough so Rayne could take a half turn and lift a hand to Force the troopers in Din’s hall to the floor. He charged the gap and into the lab, following his HUD to where his son was held.

The red emergency lights in the lab were operational and holding steady in their dim glow. Cabinets formed corridors that twisted left and right at irregular intervals. He stalked by tables lined with jars containing embryonic monsters suspended in formaldehyde, racks of sharply-pointed tools, shelves displaying skulls of humans, twi’leks, and wookies. Finally, he turned the last corner.

“You again.”

“Please don’t!” The same scientist from before, at Nevarro, the guy with the glasses, cowered away from him, huddling in the dim red light. Din turned to see his son, confined to a table once more, eyes closed and unresponsive, as Rayne said he would be.

He holstered his blaster. Once again, he disengaged the panel pinning his son’s body to the table, lifted him up, slid him into the birikad, and tightened the straps around him, keeping him snug to his chest. He turned to the scientist and, hands free, pulled his blaster. “Let me guess. Protecting him again?”

“Yes! He’s more valuable alive than dead!”

“To who?”

A blaster shot flashed from Din’s right and struck the scientist in the head, killing him.

Din spun and snapped off a shot of his own, angry for letting himself get distracted and flanked. He spotted the swirl of a black cloak and armor as it disappeared back around the corner. Pausing to set a charge to the underside of the table, he headed back the way he came.

Oh, he wanted Gideon. Wanted him badly. But Rayne and Gamma were covering him outside, and he wouldn’t let Gideon bait him away. Wouldn’t keep them waiting.

I have him. We’re coming out. He pushed his thoughts to her as hard as he could.

Ready.

He picked up speed as he neared the exit, and shouted when he reached it. “Go! Now!”

Rayne left her position and led the retreat, Din following, with Gamma covering their six. Din hit the button on his vambrace and the deck bucked under their feet as the lab exploded behind them. Back down the darkened corridors. As expected, the remaining troopers had flanked to block their retreat. Rayne cut through the blaster bolts, saber deflecting all of the shots. Some of them deflecting back into the troopers themselves, most heading into the bulkheads. But nothing got through her. Nothing so much as zinged past Din’s shoulders. Nothing got past Gamma, either, its shields holding up against the pursuing troopers.

Din and Yadier were safe in the bubble created by Rayne and her bot.

Finally, they rounded the last corner to the airlock. Rayne sprinted up the ramp, tilting her head as she did so, as if she was listening for something. “Ship’s clean!” she shouted. Din followed her up and she hit the button to close the hatch. He turned to see Gamma plant itself in the center of the corridor, shield spread wide, guns blazing into the troopers on the other side. “Go!” Rayne slapped him in the shoulder, pushing him toward the flight deck. “Gamma’s staying back to cover.”

“Right.” Din bolted up to the flight deck and fired up the engines as Rayne stayed at the hatch, just to make sure. Catching sight of the camera along the top edge, she jumped to grab it, smashed it on the floor, and stomped on it for good measure. By the time she made it up to Din’s side, they’d pushed clear of the airlock and were gaining speed away from the cruiser. “No tractor beam or canon fire yet…” Din said as he locked in their course. He took one last look behind him, at the Imperial cruiser, not quite believing that they’d escaped it on one piece. Then he pushed the Razor Crest to hyperspeed and they jumped away.

Once more, the stars streaked to white and the ripple of hyperspace enveloped them in safety.

He let out a breath, one hand around the tiny body of his son, feeling his heartbeat slow and steady.

Then he heard the thud of a body dropping to the floor behind him.

He turned to see Rayne out cold, the bacta-phrine infusion having run its course.

---

Her face ached.

But not as badly as it had before.

She felt something cool and wet against her skin on her face, dulling the pain. She felt the same cool wetness stuck against her ribs. She smelled something sharp and bitter in the air.

Bacta. She was covered in bacta patches.

She opened her eyes and was unsurprised to see the black T of a helmet visor staring back at her.

“Hey,” Din’s voice was soft as he brought an ungloved hand to the undamaged side of her face. “Welcome back.”

She closed her eyes and turned her face into his hand. “Yadier ok?”

“Yeah. He’s still sleeping it off. I found where they did a blood draw on him, but there’s nothing else.”

She nodded. “You ok?”

“Not a scratch.”

“Am I ok?”

He huffed out a laugh. “You had a pretty good black eye going by the time I got the patch on it. Didn’t look bad enough for your cheekbone to be broken. Some burns on your ribs from the interrogation chair. You’ve been out for three hours. Any chest pains at all?”

“No.”

“Good. Then I didn’t manage to give you a heart attack with the infusion.”

“Hooray…” she deadpanned. She opened her eyes and looked around, finding they were in their new accommodations up behind the galley. Din was stripped down to his helmet, T-shirt, and shorts, sitting cross-legged next to her on the mattress, the hand that wasn’t touching her face covered in a bandage. “Hey,” she said, reaching out to it. “You said not a scratch.”

“That’s a burn. Not a scratch.”

“Semantics.”

He shrugged.

“What happened?”

“Got carried away roasting the Stormtrooper.”

She did her best to keep her expression neutral, but was unsure of her success when he shrugged again.

“It’s fine.” He shifted position to stretch his legs out. “We’ll hit Nevarro in eighteen hours. You hungry?”

“Starving.”

He pushed himself to his feet. “Stay put. What can I get you?”

“One of those chocolate nut-bar things would hit the spot.”

He returned in short order with two bars in one hand and a water bottle in the other. She sat up with a confused look as he handed a bar to her, then made a twirling motion with his finger. “Turn around. Face the bulkhead.” She did as he instructed, heard him grunt as he returned to the mattress, felt the pressure of his back against hers, and then heard the seal disengage as he took the helmet off. She froze, sitting with her shock as Din sat behind her, unhelmed with the lights on, crunching his way through a ration bar.

He was a fast eater, getting it all down before she brought herself to even open hers, finally spurred to motion when he opened the water bottle and downed half of it. She took a bite, chewing slowly, surprised that her face didn’t hurt, and accepted the water bottle when he passed it back to her. He continued to sit there, his back to hers, seemingly content to sit and breathe without the helmet while she ate. She got a few more bites down before she found she could stand it no longer. “What does this mean?”

“It means I’m too tired to get up and eat on the flight deck and I trust you to not take advantage of the situation.” His tone was neutral. Not irritated, but not indulgent.

“That’s fair.” She put a few more bites down. Washed it down with some water. Maybe taking a little longer with it than she normally would have.

“I’m… also tired of eating by myself. Yadier’s a handful at mealtimes, but since he’s out of it at the moment…”

“Yeah. I understand.” She finished the bar, finished the water, then tilted her head back against his, listening to him breathe with the lights on.

“You did well today,” he said.

It was strange, hearing his unmodulated voice in the light. It nearly distracted her from answering him entirely. “Thanks. Sorry it took a while for me to pull it together.”

“First time that lightsaber see real action?”

“Yep.”

He took a deep breath, then let it all out. “Imagine what you could do with real training.”

She noticed the subtle change in the tone of his voice. “That a turn-on for you?”

“… Maybe.”

“I’ll get this bacta showered off and see what I can do about that.”

He slipped the helmet back on and helped her up.

---

They held each other in the dark.

They went through their most common motions, avoiding anything unexpected, hoping she would find comfort in the familiar, even if they took it a little slower than usual. Gave her a little more time to ease into it. As usual, desires were unspoken, but easily deciphered through the guidance of a hand, the shift of a hip, an approving sigh. When he thought she was ready, when her breath and trembling matched up with previous experience, he moved into position above her. Just when he was about to break with tradition and ask if she was ready, he noticed the change in her breaths from long and deep to short and shallow, noticed the pressure of her thighs against his, the barest hint of pushing away instead of the usual pulling in.

For all the dishonors Death Watch had committed against him and other foundlings, they had, at the very least, done an excellent job of training with regard to consent and physical intimacy.

Mandalorian bodies were living weapons in all situations except for one. Mandalorians. Did. Not. Rape. They did not assume what was wanted. They proceeded only when they knew for certain that they were welcome. Of all the horrifying things he had done, for all of the pain and suffering he knew he had caused, Din, like all Mandalorians, had sworn never to weaponize the one part of his anatomy that was regularly used as a weapon by pretty much every other kind of people outside of the creed.

Mandalorians were bounty hunters. Mercenaries. Soldiers. Often, they were murderers. But they were not rapists. The few Mandalorians who forgot that were summarily unhelmed, stripped of their armor, and executed.

And so, when Rayne pushed back, Din stopped. Immediately.

The only sound in the dark was their breath.

He brought his forehead to hers with a light touch, his weight planted on his elbows. “What do you need?” His voice was a whisper, tone soft.

He heard the sound of her swallow, then the parting of her lips as she sorted through her thoughts. “I need to hear you,” she whispered back. “I need to hear your voice. I need to know it’s you in the dark.”

He pressed his lips to the corner of her eye, then traced down to her jaw line. “It’s just me,” he murmured. Her response was immediate, relaxing into him, her breath evening back out. “It’s just me…” He continued, repeating the words when his mouth was not otherwise occupied, and soon enough, she pulled him in.

Unused to speaking so much, to say nothing of speaking at all while in the one situation where he was not a weapon, he soon lost control of the tone of his voice, embarrassed by the broken sound of it, but encouraged by Rayne’s response at the same time. He slipped further, “Shi ni…” a repetition of the same, followed by more wrecked Mando’a that she did not understand, words likely deemed by the Clones as inappropriate for Younglings to hear.

The sound of his voice in her ears, the feel of his flesh in hers, the motion of him all around her, was finally enough to let her forget, enough to lose herself in him, enough to pull him with her when she came undone all around him.

[pizza-king-dwight]

"I'm so glad you're safe" Meadow said, offering the pizza boy a hug. [@rayne-and-meadows]

Dwight blinked as he tensed up at the sudden hug. "I'm just happy to be back to normal." The ex manager said as he returned the hug.

[ask-the-maniac]

Hey Nny! Are you familiar with any of the survivors, other then Devi?

“I’ve got a passing awareness of who’s who, but haven’t really interacted with any of them outside of trials, except for two of them.”

[askrinyamaoka]

[Translation: Where are you, father?]

@rayne-and-meadows

[softballsurv-blog]

The plants were resistant to the survivor, and it showed on her calloused hands. Edith would scowl at the spiny leaves every time the barbed surfaces would sting or scrape at her. But like with most things that she does, the softball player sucks a deep breath in and grabs the weeds in a swift motion. Yanking them upwards with the roots still intact, Edith falls back a bit on her ass with the yellow flowers in hand. A look of triumph crosses her face for a moment before she stands up and looks down at the pile she’s gathered at her side.

Weeds? Check. Hot water? Next.

The athlete would shove the dandelions into her pocket much like a little kid would when they found some bugs or frogs to carry home to mother. She looked around for a place to hurry off to for water. But she doubt that there would be a river or some place like that anywhere here. After wandering for a good amount of time on her first day here, Edith had gotten lost many times to know that there was just dead trees and crows. It’s like the fucker in the sky hadn’t the faintest idea of what a forest looked like. Just edgy shit and dead stuff everywhere!

As far as it went for life; the camp they stayed at felt rather desolate. Even with the other survivors around. Edith was this close to turning back with the simple words “fuck it” in mind when something ice cold swallows her ankle, causing her to sink into the ground.

“Woah shit!”

She can’t help but to yell out, because now she’s got a cold wet right foot to deal with. And the new found mud that clings to it. But, suddenly there’s water? A stream? Which meant... tea!! Edith stares down at it with a soft gaze. Where would she find a cup to hold and boil the water? Goddamn it all.

“Hey, you seem really tired. Need a break?”, Edith asks with a quirk of her bushy brows. She eyes the brunette with mild worry.

"H-Huh?-" Meadow quickly looked up at the other. She had spent the past multiple hours in trials and was completely worn out because of it.

She was nearly falling asleep standing at her point of exhaustion, her feet aching and balance unsteady. She figured they were suggesting she take a break from trials, in which she shook her head, causing some hair to fall down in front of her face.

"I-I'm fine... Every time I do a trial, that means someone else doesn't have to, and that's enough motivation for me to keep going." she said with a meek, painful smile.

The past few trials, she had ended up dying, but that didn't bother her too much, since in her mindset she would rather die then have anyone else get hurt.

[unclewileys-bahblog]

can i get a fluttershy + rainbow dash fusion headmate (with both a human and pony from)-🪅🧭

FUCK YES!!

Name: Daisy, Meadow, Rayne, Sunny, Amanda

Age: 17-29

Gender: Fem nonbinary,

Pronouns: Shy/hyr, It/it’s, Tulip/tulips

Sexuality: Lesbian

Species: Shapeshifter (human, pegasus)

Ethnicity: Black

Source: MLP:FiM

Roles: Mood booster

CisIDs: Yellow fur, Pink fur, Vitiligo, Blue eyes, Black, White mane/hair, Dyed hair, Shapeshifter, Pegasus, Human, Pierced ears, Pierced nose, Pierced eyebrow, Kind, Courageous, Loyal, Friendly, Extroverted, Good with animals

TransIDS: TransAlicorn, TransGreenEyes, TransPinkBlood, TransMarySue

Paraphiles: Autoimlaphilia, Jeuliephilia, Pluvuiphilia

Other Labels: N/A

Picrews Used: 1 2

Faceclaims:

ENJOY HYR, YOU FREAK!!

- Mod Jasper

[thegracioustm]

Chapter: The Eve of the Wedding

Year: 1007 Narnian Years

Trigger warnings: mentions of grief, brief mention of (incest) rape

Please note that the parts concerning the actions and speech of Jacquetta, Meadow, and Rayne have been written with their respective players so they have the control of the actions and words of their characters and portions of this may be featured on their blogs as well.

"I wish my mother were here.”

The thought was constant in Arlise’s mind throughout the week leading up to her wedding. She longed for the comfort and knowledge of her mother, yearned for her soothing comfort and words for the wedding, and the wedding night. But most of all, she needed all the comfort in knowing she would be okay. That the trauma of her father brutally raping her that day, two years ago, had bubbled to the surface of her memories, and cut her nerves to bits. She still hasn’t told a soul what he had done to her ——– how he had broken her. But she knew Edmund ——– she knew he would be nothing but gentle with her.

It wasn’t enough to stop the longing, or the pain.

Her sisters, who she had been reunited with only a week prior, were with her, helping her get ready for the wedding. Jacquetta, brushing her hair softly while Meadow was gentle mounting the veil and crown on a stand, safely out of the way of candles or dust.

Rayne, Peter’s wife, came in just then, carrying the wedding gown and set it gently in the chest at the foot of the bed. Jacquetta, sensing a moment about to happen between Rayne and Arlise, twisted Arlise’s hair into a loose plait, tied it with a ribbon, and ushered Meadow to follow her out of the room.

“Now, I know you must be scared. Aslan knows I was, but I was lucky enough to have my mother by my side. I can’t imagine what you must be feeling without her” Rayne laid a hand gently on Arlise’s arm, giving a gentle squeeze of comfort. “I know my words can never replace the words and comfort of your mother, but I do hope I can bring you some comfort.” Rayne gentle turned Arlise in her seat in front of the looking-glass so she was facing her, and set down a mixture she had had made to place on Arlise’s skin, and began to put it on her.

“You will be woken up early in the morning, and your ladies will take great care to prepare you. You will first have a bath with scented oils, early enough to give your hair time to dry by the fire. You will then be served a small and simple breakfast of bread and ale, and then will be taken to a private mass. Afterwards, you will be dressed and have your hair combed, and will be taken to the cathedral for the wedding ceremony, and once it is completed the wedding feast will be held here at Cair Paravel. Afterwards, you will be taken to your new chambers that you will share with Edmund, and your bed shall be blessed. Your ladies, as well as myself, Susan, and Lucy, will prepare you for the night and see you into your bed. We will then leave the two of you. And you have no reason to be worried that the bedding will hurt ——– with Peter’s guidance, I am sure your night will be just as pleasurable as mine was. Now, you don’t have to do anything besides lie there if you don’t want to. But if you are feeling comfortable, you can do what feels right and natural to your body. It might feel uncomfortable for the first few times, but if the two of you take your time with things beforehand, then it shouldn’t be bad at all. In the morning, one of your ladies will come in to collect your sheets, and then life will continue on as normal.”

As Rayne spoke, she had applied the mixture to Arlise’s face, neck, arms, hands, feet, and legs ——– it would make Arlise’s skin soft and glowing come morning, and would not be disturbed by the bath or oils.

“All of your things will be moved to your new chambers during the wedding and feast, as will Edmund’s. I know it will be hard, but you should try to sleep soon. Tomorrow will be a very eventful day, and I’m sure you will be exhausted. I will see you tomorrow, and I will call your sisters back in, if you wish?”

Arlise gave a small nod ——– she wanted to spend her last free hours with her sisters. She had missed them so much ——– being apart for two years had been torture for them all. They had all been used to sleeping huddled together, for both warmth and protection ——– it was something Arlise had dearly missed, and she had only just gotten that form of comfort back in her life. On the eve of her wedding, she wanted to sleep snugly in between her both of her sisters, and feel the safety and warmth of them ——– and maybe, just maybe, she would feel her mother’s presence with her as well.

With a warm, yet shaky smile, Arlise watched as Rayne left her chambers, before slowly rising from her seat and climbing into her bed, taking a spot right in the middle, and waited for her sisters to arrive.

[softballsurv-blog]

I should be sleeping...

Nah

@rayne-and-meadows

Edith has good intentions I swear it

Dude I swear, she’s not a mean person!!