#the name of their second daughter is inspired by bioshock too

[lulu2992]

“Welcome.”

In exactly two years in the timeline of “that fic I’ll never write”, on August 29th, 2026, Taylor and John will welcome their first child, a daughter named Eleanor Hope Seed.

I picked this middle name because it felt right (I doubt I’m the only one who’s had this idea for a Seed baby and/or Far Cry 5 OC) and her first name was inspired by Eleanor Lamb from BioShock 2, the character who awakened my parental instincts.

Between 2026 and 2035, the couple will have a total of four children. In fact, until very recently (about a month and a half ago), I would have said three, but I decided to also include a last son, originally from a sort of New Dawn AU I had. It suddenly made me very sad that he didn’t exist in the “main” timeline, so I fixed that :)

[sunflowerheartsandstarryskies]

Land on the Same Shore- Chapter One- A Din Djarin X Reader Story

Author’s Note- Hey y’all this story was inspired by the Tangled AU @pedropascallovebot wrote and I fell in love with it but I also drew a lot of inspiration from the Bioshock videogames as well because there was also some rapunzel vibes with that. (Y/f/c) stands for your favorite color

The title is from the quote: “We swim in different oceans but land on the same shore” from the Bioshock series

Warnings: subtle mentions of abuse, mentions of gaslighting and manipulation

The Mandalorian wasn’t sure why he accepted the job in the first place, it wasn’t something he’d do, but he figured, a job is a job. A mother had asked him to find her daughter who had run away from home, and the mother sounded frantic to get her back safely. The Mandalorian had a bad feeling about this job, mostly because of the mother. She had worn a deep red, velvety cloak and had deep-set charcoal eyes, she was very pale.

 The mother wore herself as she could be in her sixties but looked like she could be no more than in her thirties. There was an odd aura around the woman and the frantic way she asked for Mando to get her daughter wasn’t in the way a mother would be desperate to see her child safe and well, but as if she was a commodity, a precious treasure that was robbed from her.

Mando shook his head as he carried the fob with him to pick up on the tracker that’s on the daughter, there is no reason to be thinking about that, he had a quarry to pick up. The fob brought him to a quaint looking cantina, it was made of wood and had some intricate carvings on some wooden posts on the inside. When he went inside it was bustling with activity, tables have been moved aside and music playing loudly, while many of the patrons seem to be dancing and singing along to the music. 

In the center of the stage was a beautiful girl in a spaghetti strap, corset dress in a beautiful (y/f/c) but the rest of the dress seemed to be made of loose, tulle that seemed to be ripped and dirtied in some areas. What caught Mando’s eyes was how bright-eyed she was and how happy she seemed to be in this rundown cantina dancing with strangers, doing a country line dance it seemed. The fob seemed to point towards her being the quarry and so he went towards her, but as he seemed to move forward all the music and warmth in the cantina was gone. The girl looked up at him and seemed to cower inwardly and a lot of the men there picked up on what is going on.

“I’m here to take you back to your mother,” Mando stated gruffly. The girl looked around fearfully with tears in her eyes, and one of the men stood in front of her and said, “Why? We won’t let you, it seems to us that she doesn’t want to go back.” Mando sighed and shook his head, he wasn’t being paid enough for this, but before he can push the man out of the way the girl jumped on to one of the benches nearby and yelled, “I have a dream to be able to go see the stars, to have adventures, that is why I went out on my own. I am an adult, I am 25 years old, I just want to see the galaxy! Surely all of you have dreams of your own, even you,” She pointed at Mando. The monologue made the Mandalorian hesitant in multiple ways, one was that the quarry was 25, she is a grown woman, why was the mother being so overprotective, and two no one had ever considered if a Mandalorian had dreams. 

That speech had set off a ripple effect in the cantina with multiple people spewing their life and what their dream was to be, and there seems to be a sort of warmth brought back to the people there. The girl had such kind spirit and seemed to radiate this warm light to those around her, even the Mandalorian feels it. However, Mando had a job to do so he kept walking to the girl and put a hand to her shoulder and said, “We can do this the easy way or the hard way to get you back.” 

There were many people who started to protest, but the girl raised her and shook her head as she tells everyone, “Thank you, everyone, for your kindness and generosity I will remember you, I hope you guys will remember your dreams, maybe I’ll be able to pursue mine another time,” she looks up at him and says more softly, “I will come with you quietly I don’t want to make more of a trouble for anyone then I already have.” He nods and puts the cuffs on her as he leads her out of the cantina.

When he was leading her back to his ship, the Razor Crest, he noticed she wasn’t wearing any shoes. “Do you not have any shoes?” Mando asked. She shook her head and replied, “I don’t have many things but what I do have I am reminded to be grateful for what I have every day.”

Moments passed and they reached the cockpit of the Razor Crest and she sat down in the co-pilot’s seat as they took off he punched in the coordinates and spun around to face her. He is going to hate himself for this, he remembers the endless rules and policies that he followed to ensure that each quarry would end up as a successful job, but something about her is making him soft and he doesn’t understand. “If you are a grown woman, why is your mother so protective of you?” The question slipped past his lips and the woman looked up at him. “She does not care about me, only for what I provide her, I am not blind to that but she is afraid that I may be too naive to be out on my own as she is made me quite aware of all the dangers and nightmares of the galaxy. I practically live in a library, that is how I escaped, I learned how to lockpick from reading a book. She keeps locked up in the basement, it is not a dungeon it is spacious and has lots of books to read and paper for me to draw on, but I feel like I have been made to do something much more.” 

Silence fell into a comfortable place between them and the Mandalorian had cocked his head to the side as he listened to her story. He had an urge to help her and not take her back there to her mother. She spoke up again but this time her voice was just above a whisper, “I don’t want to go back to her. She says awful things to me, and she says that she is the only that knows me best and that if I didn’t want to be where I was then I shouldn’t have been born at all,” she pauses and starts to shrink back further back in the chair, “one day she would say she can’t live without me and in the next second say that no one would know if I died in that room. All of her words start to weigh heavy on my mind more than anything else that I know of. Why is that?”

The girl didn’t look up until a hand was placed on her knee and she looked up to see the beskar helmet staring at her, even though she can’t see his face she feels worried energy coming off of him. She lowered her head again and took a shaky breath in to say, “I’m sorry you probably don’t want to hear this. You don’t care, I am sorry to put my worries on you.” There was a pause between them before she heard, “What is your name?”

“My name is (Y/N).”