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wlntrsldler · 28 days

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keep that to yourself | luke castellan

song: keep that to yourself by tristan

synopsis: luke survives the battle of manhattan and returns to camp half blood. he sees you and apologizes for all the damage he's done.

a/n: not associated with my other exbf!luke one shot, just obsessed with writing exbf!luke rn lol. please listen to the song bc it actually broke me.

luke castellan was never mean to you. he was always the boy with the kind eyes and gentle smile. the boy who was the first camper you met at 16 when you stumbled into camp half blood, terrified and partly relieved that you'd finally found sanctuary after two years of fending for yourself.

he offered his bed to you when you walked into the hermes cabin, stating that nobody deserved to sleep on the hardwood floors in a sleeping bag on their first night at camp. it was unusual for the head counselor to give up the bed they earned for a new camper, but you didn't know that then. you didn't question why luke never offered it to any new campers who entered the cabin throughout the years.

luke castellan was never mean to you. he was always the boy who stole extra pieces of dessert at dinner because he knew you had a sweet tooth. he noticed that when it came to burning offerings, you'd always frown knowing that you'd have to save your dessert to pray to your parent, so he started stealing an extra slice of cake or a fruit platter or the corner piece of the brownies.

when he passed by your table, he'd slide the plate on your tray and offer a shy smile before walking away. the grateful look in your eye every time he did this was cemented in his brain. you looked at him with so much adoration in your eyes and luke promised himself that he would do everything in his power to keep you looking at him like that.

luke castellan was never mean to you. he was always the boy who spent too much time helping you train because once kronos started visiting his dreams, he knew he wouldn't always be there to protect you. he would stay in that secluded part of the woods with you until the sun disappeared from the sky.

he would push you to your limit and you'd give it your all until your bones ached and you collapsed in exhaustion in his arms. then, he would kiss your temple and tell you that you did so well and joke that you were going to surpass him as the best swordsman at camp soon enough. you'd end the night winding down, pointing out the constellations in the sky, until the ominous sounds of the creatures lurking would force the two of you to retire to your respective cabins. he'd bid you goodnight with a soft kiss to your lips and a promise that he'll be outside your cabin door, bright and early, ready to take on the world with you the next day.

luke castellan was never mean to you, until he was. the fireworks in the sky illuminated his face in an eerie way, fire and anger dancing in the brown of his eyes as he pointed his sword at percy. you screamed at him to stop, to drop his sword, and he scoffed at you, calling you a traitor for taking the side of a boy you'd only met a few days ago. he accused you of betraying him, of never loving him, because you turned your back on him.

his words still ring in your ears years later. and when he walked into camp half blood, terrified and partly relieved thinking that the worst was over, that kronos was gone and he managed to survive the battle of manhattan, all you could think of was how he spoke to you that night.

there was a pain in your chest when he walked in with annabeth and percy. there were new scars on his body, two new ones that joined the scar on his face that you used to kiss. he looked older, too, sunken eyes and a slight hunch to his back, but he still looked like luke. your luke.

when he saw you, there was a stutter in his step that had percy gripping his arm to keep him steady. when the younger boy realized what luke was looking at, he offered you a small, apologetic smile. you tried to return the gesture, but your lips formed a grimace. you clutched your chest, standing frozen in your spot as your eyes raked over luke's body.

"y/n."

you closed your eyes at the sound of your name leaving his lips. it hurts to hear it. you gulped, blinking away the tears that were pooling in your eyes. when you finally found the strength to move, luke broke away from percy's grip and walked towards you, despite the warnings from the kids behind him.

there hasn't been a day since he left where luke didn't regret the way he left things with you. he wasn't himself then, but even that didn't excuse the way he treated you. he'd spent too many nights practicing what he would say to you, how he would apologize, how he would plead for your forgiveness if the gods showed him mercy and somehow blessed him with the opportunity to see you again.

now that he had the chance, he realized that it was not a blessing. this was a punishment from the gods; a punishment for his actions in the last few years, a punishment worse than death. you were looking at him like you hated him, like you wanted nothing to do with him. you looked at him like he was a stranger to you and it killed him slowly because he still felt like you were every memory, every hope, every lifeline he'll ever have.

luke knew he couldn't blame you. you had a million reasons to walk away from him right now and leave him here with his tail tucked between his legs. he ruined the one good thing in his life the night he spoke to you like that and accused you of never loving him. how did he ever think that? how did he ever doubt you when you've shown him nothing but the good in this god-forsaken life? it haunted him. it still haunts him.

"don't."

luke's lips formed a straight line. he looked down at your feet, a shudder trickling down his spine when he saw the fading doodles on your shoes that he drew with sharpie years ago.

"you don't get to talk to me," you said. "you don't get to do that, okay?"

"i just want to apologize."

"you don't get to do that," you repeated, voice wavering as you spoke. you wiped your eyes with the sleeve of your shirt, clenching your jaw, "it's not fair."

"y/n, please," he begged, "please."

"no, i've grieved losing you already," you croaked out, crossing your arms over your chest, "i've already accepted that i lost you. you don't get to come back to my life for any reason."

"baby..."

"you're so mean, luke," you cried, pushing him back. he let you shove him and hit his chest. he knew you were pulling your punches. he stood there and took it, biting his bottom lip as he watched you break down in front of him, unable to hold you in his arms. "you're so fucking mean, you know that? you were gone for years and so many people died and got hurt because of you. and you come in here and use how i feel about you to your advantage. how fucking cruel can you be?"

"i know, i know, i messed up really badly, but you gotta believe me. i didn't do it to hurt you."

you scoffed, backing away from him, "but you did."

"luke," annabeth approached the two of you, placing a hand on luke's back. "we should go, get you checked out at the infirmary."

you sniffled, wrapping your arms around yourself as you looked away to hide your tears from the pair. luke reached out to touch you, but he quickly dropped his hand when you flinched. his tongue poked the inside of his cheek as he tried to keep his emotions at bay. he wiped his eyes, giving annabeth a small nod.

he looked back at you, hoping that your eyes would meet his, but you never turned around. luke sighed sadly, following his younger sister to the infirmary. you didn't turn around to watch him leave until he turned the corner, disappearing from your view.

#frances writes #i cant do this song justice so someone else write this lol #luke castellan #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan imagine #luke castellan pjo #luke castellan fanfic #luke pjo #luke castellan x you

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ystrike1 · 5 months

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Ashe: the coveted maid - By Yoo Rang Baam (9/10)

This is a lovely yandere fairy tale. The art is fairly generic in some panels. It is short. If the art consistently matched the cover page it would be an instant classic. Two lost, unwanted young lovers take over a corrupt mansion. They're damaged, and devoted. There's mutual love and happiness galore, after the true heir dies a gruesome death.

Ashe is a pretty dummy. She's been sold to a certain family. The heir, Lance, is a giant perv. He uses his maids as his personal harem. Ashe is just another body.

Lance is handsome. Perfect. Most of his maids are noble women who are actively trying to marry him. His blue blood protects him from any and all consequences. Ashe fears him. She humiliates herself for him, but it's never enough.

Ashe is skittish and uneducated because her mother disliked her. Her sister was even prettier than her. Her sister married a wealthy man. She secured a huge dowry for her mother. Her mother put a huge amount of pressure on her. Told Ashe she somehow had to bring home more bacon than her super lucky Goddess of a sister.

She, of course, collapsed under the pressure. Her mother eventually sold her to Lance to make a buck.

Ashe eventually meets Tristan, the bastard son. He's sort of like her. Everybody treats him like a ghost. He must live in a secret basement. He is the son of a maid. Nobody really knows why he's still alive. Lance could have killed him, but Lance is evil.

He likes to taunt his brother, and leave him in squalor.

Eventually, Ashe and Tristan become lovers.

Lance hates his competition. He's the type of heir that knows he isn't that impressive deep down. All he has is his family name and money. He scarred Tristan to make him a monster. A tainted thing. He knows he's not that smart, so he calls Tristan a fake. He abuses his brother to make himself more powerful.

Tristan changes when he watches Lance abuse Ashe. He decides to let it all go. He cannot win. He wants to be happy. He tells Ashe he will run away with her, after he scrouges up some money.

He's free of the stupid chains Lance wrapped around him.

Her honest love saves him from life as an abused doll.

Lance falls down a cliff.

Now, I don't think this is a coincidence. The author specifically mentions that Lance abuses noble ladies. No doubt an angry father paid off his coachman and well...now he's even more horribly mangled than Tristan.

The house turns on Lance.

They lock Lance in the secret room, bloody and angry.

Ashe has no idea what's happening, but the house needs a leader. Tristan has been given the chance to take over.

He plans to marry Ashe (she was sold, but her mother is a noble)

Ashe runs to the secret room. Tristan used to see her almost every day. When he doesn’t visit for a week she panics.

When she checks his bed she finds Lance.

He stabs her eye out.

He has gone mad.

Why?

Well, everybody abandoned him as soon as he became disabled. He has no friends to speak of and his only good feature was his looks. One sign of weakness was it. He was deemed unfit and left to rot.

He stabs Ashe because she truly cares about Tristan, even though he has nothing to his name but kindness.

Tristan fetches his foolish love.

She tries to run.

She tells him she is ruined.

He laughs and says he will destroy anyone who dares to mention her disfigured face. She belongs by his side, proud and happy.

When they have their blowout wedding he wears lace over his scar from Lance. She wears lace too, to cover the missing eye Lance took from her.

They live happily despite his cruelty.

He definitely died off screen on Tristan's order, after he stabbed Ashe.

A tradition becomes the norm in the mansion. Every staff member and every guest must wear lace on their face. No one will ever see or comment on Ashe's face, or Tristan's. They are above reproach, and the lace masks represent them moving on. Forgetting about those who abused them.

Also, of course, it is a warning.

Any comments about the disfigured Lord or Lady will not be tolerated.

Beware.

It's not easy to anger the Lord of the house, but if you do you will lose.

#yandere #male yandere #yandere male #yandere boy #recommendations #recs #rec #recommended #Ashe: the coveted maid

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ramjam · 2 months

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Hi... long time no NnT-Analysis.

I want to talk about Lancelot and Tristan's dynamic. I'll be putting it under a read-more so I don't spam your dashboard.

First, let's take a look at their designs.

Tristan's Signature Color: Blue-ish Teal

Lancelot's Signature Color: Pink-ish Red

According to color theory, these two colors complement one another. Nakaba utilizes complementary colors quite often in his designs. You'll notice this in many of the most important pairs. It's a visual way to emphasize the connection between two people.

The use of complementary colors goes as far as Lancelot's Sin disguise. When he takes that form, he wears a teal collar... Just like how Tristan wears a collar with Lancelot's red.

Both of them also got their hair colors from their mother, while the style is more similar to their fathers. They have what has been described as a "feminine" appearance. Lancelot is incredibly bothered by this, to the extent he tries really hard to present as masculine. Tristan on the other hand doesn't seem to be bothered by it himself.

Their first volume covers also mirror one another.

Their namesakes are pulled from Arthurian mythos. In some of the original stories, Lancelot and Tristan do act similarly as friends who are "two sides of the same coin" in a way. Fated companions who counter one another.

Going into actual plot stuff now. The way their stories are intertwined, the particular tropes their relationship embodies, and why it's important.

The growth of both of their characters is often explored through their connection. For example, Lancelot first learned to read hearts while dueling Tristan.

Ban references the moment Lancelot received his scar here. Tristan was so excited while dueling his friend, that he lost control of himself. The heightened emotions awakened the dark magic in him that he inherited from his father. Tristan blacked out, striking Lancelot.

This was a significant moment for both of them. Tristan and Lancelot both experienced an "awakening" here, which set them down their respective paths and cemented their bond.

Lancelot is quite literally marked by him. With this scar, there will always be apart of him that is irreversible tied to his relationship with Tristan.

Additionally, the fact Tristan had hurt and permanently scarred Lancelot is what triggered Tristan's anxiety about fighting. It affected him so deeply that he began to fear combat, instead wanting to pursue a path of healing. So that it would never happen again.

The bulk of this film takes place when they're both 14. Which is a few years after Lancelot initially went missing. He felt the need to hide his identity, but even in his disguise, he wanted to somehow push Tristan to his peak performance.

This illustrates how Lancelot never once viewed him as a threat. Tristan isn't a monster to him... He wants to see him exercise the strength that Tristan is so terrified of.

(I wish this site had CC, but Lancelot wolf-whistles at him before this line...)

Lancelot knows Tristan well enough to be aware that these fears would hold him back in combat. He takes action when they fight together, pushing and prodding him until he is forced to conquer that fear and act.

Tristan's hesitancy comes from his care for Lancelot. He's terrified at the thought of ever hurting him-- or anyone-- again. Lancelot sees this differently. He views Tristan's attitude as if he's viewing Lancelot as someone weak who needs protection. He has faith in Tristan's strength and never doubts him. But that faith only makes things more complicated when Tristan avoids facing him. Lancelot knows he's capable and he wants to be his equal in that regard.

Earlier, I referenced Ban's comment in the one-shot where he wonders if Lancelot's behavior at that time had to do with this duel. There's an implication that part of why Lancelot felt so restless and inadequate had to do with Tristan's rejection. This was worsened by the fact that Lancelot had learned to read hearts, so he could see what Tristan must've been thinking in that moment. Tristan's concern doesn't come from viewing Lancelot as weak, but that's how Lancelot interpreted his heart and his words.

Between that and being babied by his parents, he lashed out and ran away to "prove himself." Which is how he went missing to begin with.

He didn't want to stop like Tristan did. He wanted to keep going. Tristan's strength motivated him, but Tristan didn't return those feelings because of his own self-loathing.

In the end, Lancelot is the one who convinces Tristan to embrace his power. He vowed to be there to stop Tristan in case things ever go too far.

Lancelot reads Tristan's heart in this moment and smiles to himself.

Lancelot's love for his friend manifests through his desire to propel Tristan to his peak potential. Through Lancelot's affection, Tristan changes forever. His pure faith in Lancelot and his intentions was all he needed to conquer his fears. To him, he doesn't need to be worried about losing himself, because he has Lancelot.

Many years pass since this moment, but Tristan still views Lancelot as that anchor he needs by his side. Tristan's control over his power has grown significantly, but he still fears using it without Lancelot by his side.

Something interesting about their dynamic in the present day is the way the dynamic has flipped. While Tristan respects Lancelot's power, now he is the one feeling weak in comparison. This is also a testament to the strength of their bond. While Tristan feels they're no longer "equal", it doesn't drive a wedge in their relationship. He isn't resentful or jealous, it doesn't push him away from Lancelot. Their bond is too strong for that.

Not to mention, what seems to bother him more than anything else is the fact that Lancelot won't discuss how he gained this new power. He's bothered by the way his friend vanished without a word for so long, and now refuses to talk about what happened.

Regardless, this just means that Tristan trusts Lancelot's abilities without question. The moment he arrives, Tristan believes so strongly in his ability to win above anyone else. If anyone can defeat the King of Camelot, it will be his closest companion.

Circling back to Lancelot being his anchor: This is pretty common in fantasy Shounen. Leading characters who possess dark magic often have a partner who they rely on to bring them back down, or stop them from going too far and losing themself. However, you usually see it between the leading male main character and the female secondary protagonist... In fact, this is the exact dynamic Meliodas and Elizabeth had with each other in the original manga.

This dynamic came up frequently whenever Meliodas went full-demon mode. But this page from the Holy War arc in particular really reminds me of Lancelot's line where he says he'll "beat Tristan into the dirt if he has to."

Considering these two are Tristan's parents, you'd think the parallel with Tristan would be between him and Isolde, or something. But it's not. It's with Lancelot.

Their chemistry is so natural. They spend some time apart, but nothing really changes. The play off of each other so easily and understand each other so deeply.

Lancelot teases him for a lot of things. Being air-headed, being childish around his parents, etc. But it isn't mean-spirited, and Tristan knows that. It's just an aspect of their relationship and one of the ways Lancelot shows affection to people. That's Tristan's best friend who is mean to him, but he still calls him by a cute little nickname ("Lance.")

The implications that Tristan has called Lancelot out for being like his father before is really funny. Quick lines like this convey a lot about a relationship, it demonstrates that familiarity.

I have a lot more I could say about them, but Tumblr apparently has a 30 image limit per-post. I'm just really excited to see what comes next for them in the timeskip. I suspect all of these building themes are going to come together in some pretty important ways the closer that we get to the main conflict of the sequel.

This analysis isn't necessarily meant to be shippy... But I do ship them, lol... ❤️

#nanatsu no taizai #mokushiroku no yonkishi #nnt #4kota #trislance #tristan liones #lancelot #nnt analysis

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malk1ns · 7 months

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i found this picture fairly inspirational. thanks for pointing this out, @icedbatik!

Sid isn't allowed in the room when Geno gets his collar fitted.

It makes sense. For all the collar will technically be Sid's property, his to buckle around Geno's throat, the fitting is a private thing, sensitive, run by professionals who know how to handle this sort of thing without setting off a reaction or crossing boundaries.

Sid knows all of this, has known since he presented and was shunted off to special alpha classes when the betas and undifferentiated players got to go home after practice.

It doesn't make him less anxious to get in.

Kris smirks at him as he approaches the door where Sid is hovering, trying not to look like every overbearing alpha stereotype. He's managed to stop from outright pressing his face to the glass, but he can still hear Geno talking with the tailors, his booming voice as he makes them all laugh, and it's making him antsy.

"You think you'd be over this by now," Kris says, posting up next to Sid, lounging against the wall with his arms crossed. Sid scowls at him. His omega got fitted already—Tristan always slips out of practice early these days, while Kris is still absorbed with helping whatever rookie D-man has attached to his side this season, and by the time Kris is showered, he's done.

Geno always waits. Part of it is that he's Sid's co-captain, and he takes his duties towards the younger omegas very seriously, always has—but part of it, Sid knows, is that he loves driving Sid crazy like this.

"Go, Sidney is outside," Sid hears through the door. He clenches his fists. He knows the cameras won't do more than capture a few teasing shots—the Penguins are respectful, they'd never post anything too salacious, Andi would kill them if they tried—but he hates that there are other people in there this year, even if the crew are all omegas too.

"Incoming," Kris says abruptly, and Sid steps aside just in time to avoid getting smacked by the door.

"Nosy," Geno says, eyeing the two of them as he breezes out. "It's OC now, for suit." Kris nods and slips inside—OC might be an alpha, but he's still new enough that the cameras spook him sometimes, and Kris has taken to lingering during his spots, drawing some of the attention and relieving the pressure.

And then it's just Sid and Geno.

"How'd it go?" Sid asks, looking Geno over, instinctively scenting for distress.

For once, Geno doesn't comment. "It's fine," he says, shrugging a little. "You know, same every year. I think you like this one. It's weird with the cameras."

"Did anyone say anything?" Sid asks sharply, hackles rising. He knows these guys, they all love Geno, none of them would ever make him uncomfortable, but—

Geno's big hand cups around the back of his head, fingers pressing into the base of his skull, and Sid takes a breath. "No, everyone is good, it's just, like, we never do, like, never have people here. It's different. Little bit weird, but it's fine." And he smells fine too, amused and fond.

Sid reaches up and presses his fingers to the vivid scar right below Geno's chin. It's an unusual placement for a bond-bite, he knows—too visible, too public, unhideable unless Geno has on a scarf, but he'd been so proud, so excited when Geno accepted his courtship, and neither of them could imagine the mark going anywhere that couldn't be seen at all times, for anyone who's looking.

Mine.

Geno's eyes go liquid as Sid runs his finger over the scar tissue, and he tilts his head, all omega instinct, proud to show off for his alpha. If they were at home, he'd be purring.

"You do suit next?" he says, swaying towards Sid, eyelids dropping. "I want to go home."

"I'll make Tanger swap with me," Sid murmurs, going up on his toes to press a kiss to Geno's soft mouth. "I'll be done soon, I promise."

#sidgeno #hockey rpf #my writing #my fic #a/b/o

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profound-imagination · 7 months

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Tell Me Their Names - Ruhn Danaan

A/N - I love Ruhn so much and if anything happens to him in CC3 I'm never reading again! This could potentially be a series if there's interest!

T/W - Brief mentions of torture.

W/C - 2.9k

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"Tell me their names." She'd said to him one night after a particularly bad day of enduring Pollux. Ruhn raised his head from the floor as much as he could to look at her. "What?" He croaked. She settled herself in front of the bars separating the two of them. "Can you make it over here?" She whispered, "I can help you." It took all of the strength he had left but crawled over to her.

"Show me your wrists?" He could feel them now, those gorsian cuffs. The slight burn they left on his skin as they blocked his power. He offered them to her freely and watched curiously as she dug a small bone out from where she'd hidden it in a crack in the wall. Watched as she picked the lock on his cuffs and studied her face as they fell away. "We can't leave them off, but for now, we can let your Fae blood heal you, just a little bit."

"What about you?" He asked after a couple of moments of silence, lifting his arm that felt like lead to reach through the bars and ran a hand down her mangled cheek. "It'll heal fine, I'll have a nasty scar but it'll heal." She shrugged. "Pollux enjoys telling me that half of my face looks like a nightmare now as the Hind marches me past him everyday." Ruhn bristled. Despite the grime covering her, the scars that had been inflicted on her she was, in her own right, beautiful.

"I'm losing myself." He murmured to her in the darkness and her hand found his and squeezed. "Tell me their names, the ones you hold on for, the ones you think about to keep your mind alive." She asked him again. He squeezed her hand as he thought of each of them. "Bryce Quinlan, my little sister, the one who brought so much joy to my life. Declan Emmett and Tristan Flynn, my chosen brothers, Ithan Holstrom too, I don't deserve them or their loyalty. Hunt Athalar and Tharion Kestos, my friends." He felt the tear run down his face, and felt her lightly wipe it away. "What about you?" He asked her quietly, watched her as she hesitated. "I…I have no one." She admitted so quietly that if it wasn't for his Fae hearing he wouldn't have heard her. "I was an orphan, taken into the rebellion's ranks when I was too young to know the dangers, after they liberated the camp I was at and here I am."

They said nothing for a while, they just sat side by side in their cells, holding each other's hand like a life line. "What's your name?" He asked eventually. She let out what he thought was a small laugh. "Y/N, I don't remember my family name, what's yours?" He couldn't help thinking her name suited her perfectly. "Ruhn Danaan." She tensed, her hand stiffening in his. "As in, the crown prince?" She asked. He nodded. "I think I've been decrowned." She smiled and his chest flared, then nearly exploded as she giggled ever so slightly. "Look at me, the little human orphan girl, holding hands with the Crown Prince of the Valbaran Fae." He couldn't help the small laugh he let out too.

"Someone's coming!" He nudged her awake, if not for the bars she'd have been asleep on his shoulder and he'd have pulled her as close to him as he could, as if he could shield her from this place. This little human whose name he had added to his list, who always pulled him back when he was returned to his cell night after night after that first interaction weeks ago when she'd removed his cuffs.

He thrust the cuffs through the bars to her to put back on his wrists. She did so quickly, hiding the bone back in its usual crack in the wall and she threw herself back to the floor on the other side of her cell with her back to him. He moved away from the bars and sat with his back against the back wall of his cell. "Night?" Lidia. Lidia had come. "Ruhn?" She asked again as she approached his cell.

He didn't move, he wasn't sure he was breathing as she stood there, Day. She wasn't The Hind. Not tonight. Tonight she was his Day. "I'm so sorry, Ruhn." He didn't respond, just stared at the female who'd betrayed him. "I spoke to Tristan Flynn." His face gave him away, she had his attention and she knew it. "He used the stone, and wanted to know if Agent Day could help rescue you in any way." He tensed. "They're coming Night, they're all coming. Bryce found help. Your sister and your brothers are coming for you. I've ensured they've got a way in and I'll ensure they have one out as well. Just hold on a little bit longer." She walked away. They both knew what they'd had was gone. He would get her out of here if he could. Keep her safe, but he wasn't sure he could feel for her what he once had. Not when it was Lidia that caused most of the scars on his little human, not when it was nightmares of Lidia and what she inflicted on Y/N that drove her from sleep every night.

That all seemed so long ago now. He remembered the fear of his sister and his brothers coming for him but they had and they'd won with the help Bryce had bought with her. He'd insisted Y/N came with them, he wouldn't leave her there to find her own way. The others had realised this as soon as they'd gotten outside of the walls. Ruhn was still carrying her despite his broken body. She looked so small, so broken, scars littered her face and arms, her left ankle sat at an odd angle from where it had been broken and left to heal wrong. She was pale and so thin he noticed now they were in the sunlight.

He snarled at even his friends when they tried to help him, to carry her instead. He would yield her only to Ithan. To carry on his back while in his wolf form. He was faster than Ruhn, faster than Flynn and Dec and he'd get her out of there if the fight turned on them. Hunt wasn't an option, the Angel was just as broken as he was and Ruhn knew he'd snatch Bryce and fly if it came to it, leaving the rest of them. Y/N sighed into Ithan's fur when Ruhn gently placed her on his back, fisting a handful of it and mumbled, "Soft." Ruhn's heart clenched.

Ruhn bared his teeth and took up a defensive stance in front of Y/N and Ithan as three winged landed in front of them. Hunt growled as he took up the spot next to Ruhn. Bryce was in front of Hunt, murmuring to him. Flynn appeared in front of Ruhn. "They're with us, bro. They helped us get you out. Relax, they aren't a threat to you, or her." Ruhn stared at his brother as the males continued to approach. Two of them stopped dead, staring at him. The larger of the three males continued to approach before realizing his companions had stopped and returned to them.

"We need to get out of here." Ruhn croaked at Flynn. His friend nodded. "We will, but there's a lot to explain so I need you to not freak out, okay?" Ruhn looked down at his little human again. "Will…will she be safe?" Declan placed a hand on Ruhn's shoulder. "I promise." It was then that he noticed Lidia and Tharion approaching, good, he thought, thay they'd freed her as well. Ruhn followed his friends towards the three males, he kept pace with Ithan, keeping one hand on Y/N at all times.

"Ruhn, this is Rhysand, Azriel and Cassian." His sister told him, pointing to each of the males in turn. "I didn't end up in Hel, I ended up in a place called Prythian, in the Kingdom of the Night Court, where Rhysand and his mate Feyre are High Lord and Lady." Ruhn studied the males just as they were studying him and then the one called Rhysand turned his attention to Hunt. "This must be your mate, Bryce Quinlan. Hunt is it? We've heard lots about you." Hunt met his gaze, unmoving and unfaltering. Unafraid after what he had just been subjected to. Ruhn was proud to call Hunt Athalar his friend.

"Is she hurt?" Cassian, the larger of the three males asked Ruhn, dragging all their attention to Y/N who had fallen asleep on Ithan's back in moments. It made his heart swell that she felt safe enough with his friend to fall asleep. Ruhn didn't have time to answer, to deflect before the little human who had changed him so much in the most awful of places began to scream. Nightmares, Lidia was haunting her again. Ruhn pulled her off of Ithan's back as gently as he could while shooting a look at Lidia and sunk to the ground, pulling her onto his lap and wrapping her in his arms to his chest as he wished he could've done during so many nights when she woke up screaming. As soon as her eyes sprung open and her hands fisted the remnants of his t-shirt, he began to talk into her hair.

"Once upon a time, in a land long since burned to ash, there lived a young princess, who loved her kingdom." She took shuddering breaths as Ruhn recounted the story of Aelin Galathynius. Her favourite story, he knew. The others watched on as he calmed her. Bryce had tears of her own as she watched her broken brother wrap himself around this human girl as if he alone could shield her from all that she'd been through and all that was to come. "We need to go!" It was Azriel who broke the silence, looking into the distance.

Ruhn stood, Y/N still wrapped in his arms as Declan explained that he'd just have to trust what was about to happen. Rhysand approached him and held out a hand. "Hold on tight, don't let go of me or her." Ruhn nodded, adjusted Y/N like she was a child he was carrying on his hip and took Rhysands outstretched hand. Darkness engulfed them and Ruhn felt like he was being folded in half, he tightened the arm he had around her and she tightened one of her arms around Ruhn's neck. Rhysand didn't seem to mind that her other arm had shot out and grabbed hold of him.

Suddenly the darkness was gone and they stood in a meadow with what Ruhn recognised as one of the gates nearby. "Stay here." Rhysand instructed him as he disappeared just as Azriel appeared with his sister and Hunt who looked down right murderous. "Are we going through the gate?" Y/N mumbled into his neck. Ruhn looked at his sister for an answer. "Yes, we are. We might have weakened them and got you out but this isn't over, you need to heal and we need a proper plan." She told him and Hunt. Both males nodded, far too exhausted to argue and go to war right this second. "You won't be wanted criminals where we're going, it'll be safe." That was all Ruhn needed to hear, he'd take Y/N there, make sure she was safe, see if they had a healer who could fix her ankle, ensure she was set up for life, he'd heal and he'd come back and wage war on the Asteri.

Y/N slid down his side as Flynn and Dec approached, his grip tightened on her as he shot her a panicked look but she just smiled up at him and said "Reunite with your brothers, hug your sister." Ithan huffed at her side, his body supporting her and she placed a hand at the scruff of his neck to support herself.

Ruhn knelt in front of Ithan first. "It's good to see you, pup. Your job is to keep her safe when I can't, okay?" The wolf nodded his large head in agreement. He stood and faced his brothers. Dec and Flynn stood side by side, covered in dust and blood, Ruhn took a step towards them and then another, then he was running as best he could and they were running at him. He wasn't ashamed to say the three of them shed tears as they met in the middle in a tangle of arms. No words were spoken, none were needed. These were his brothers and they'd die for him, just like he'd die for them.

Bryce was crying before he'd even reached her. Hunt yielded her to him only long enough for them to share an embrace, for Ruhn to tell his little sister how proud he was of her and that he loved her. He cried with her as she clung to him, her first hero, she called him, who she wanted to be when she grew up. Ruhn wished he could take back the bad blood between them and swore that now he had the time, he'd make up for it.

"Are we ready?" Rhysand asked when the tears had stopped, Bryce nodded, answering for them all. Cassian and Azriel went through the gate first, followed by Lidia, Tharion, Declan and Flynn. Bryce kissed Hunt and lead him through the gate. "Ready to heal and have an adventure, Tiny?" Ruhn asked Y/N, she grabbed his hand, tightened the one she had on Ithan and nodded. Rhysand led the three of them through.

Ruhn had never seen somewhere as beautiful as where they walked out of the gate. They were on a mountain looking down at a town. The lights twinkled in the darkness and it was magnificent. The stars above him shone brighter than at home and a small gasp from next to him pulled his attention from the sky. "I can't remember the last time I saw stars." His little human breathed, he gently pulled her into his side, he'd bring her outside to see them every gods damned night if she wanted. "Wait until starfall." A female voice said from behind them.

"Hello Feyre Darling." Rhysand purred at the female, "I thought I told you to stay at home." The female, Feyre, smiled at him, "I could sense you were back, I winnowed up to meet you, Nyx is safe with Mor." Rhysand kissed her then, a kiss that was full of promise for what the night held for the two of them. "This is my mate and High Lady of the Night Court, Feyre." Rhysand introduced her. Feyre smiled at them all as she hugged Bryce. "Welcome to Velaris."

#ruhn x reader #ruhn danaan #crescent city #house of sky and breath #house of earth and blood #hosab #hoeab #ruhn danaan x reader

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leossmoonn · 2 years

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Congrats , can I get a 🩱

“Stop moving , your only making this worse” with Tristan Dugray ? Maybe like he got into a fight and reader ( his girlfriend) is cleaning him up but he keeps moving and making jokes to try and make her laugh or flirts the whole time?

“Does it still hurt?” you ask. “Not when I’m looking at you, gorgeous,” Tristan groan.

You roll your eyes and gently smack his shoulder. Tristan had managed to get into a fight with some guy in school that was teasing him in class. It was always like Tristan to get into random fights. He’s glad you were coming back from the bathroom to help clean Tristan up. You teacher managed to pull them apart, and Tristan’s nose was bleeding and so was the area above his right eyebrow. Now you are at his house cleaning him up. Luckily he doesn’t need any stitches, and his nose isn’t broken, so you’re just making sure his wounds stay clean and wrapped until they heal.

“You know, I think you should be a doctor. You’d be a sexy one,” Tristan suggests.

“How charming, Tris,” you remark. “Seriously! I mean, I don’t think I’ve gotten to look at you this close in a long time,” Tristan says. His eyes travel over your face. He outlines your nose, Cupid’s bow, your eyebrows. He smiles at your long lashes and the way your eyeliner lines your lids. “You’re really pretty,” he hums. He tilts his head as he reaches his bruised hand to cup your face. You smile at the gesture, leaning into his warm touch.

“Thank you, but please stop moving. You’re only making this worse,” you say.

“Fine, I just won’t look at you,” he says, dramatic turning his face away. You scoff and shake your head. “You’re such a drama queen.” He smiles at you. “I learned form the best.” You laugh softly, making him smile. “I love your laugh.“ “Maybe if you were more funny, you’d make me laugh more,” you smirk. Tristan’s brows raise he puts his hands on your hips, tickling you. “And what about this?” “Ah, Tristan! Tristan!” you exclaim, you wiggle around in your seat, trying to shy away from him.

“I need to finish wiping the blood off!” you exclaim. “Okay, okay, fine,” Tristan says as he stops. He pulls you close and kisses your cheek. You giggle and set your hands on his chest to steady yourself. You grab a clean alcohol pad and wipe alongside his scar. He hisses and you apologize. “Almost done, almost done.” “It’s okay. Like I said, your pretty face makes the pain better,” he says. “You’re so sweet, Tristan. Maybe you can be more nice like this other times,” you suggest. He shrugs, “only if you give me a kiss.”

You think for a moment. “Alright. Only if you promise me.” Tristan nods with a grin. “Promise.”

#sara’s 4k pool party #leossmoonn 4k pool party #tristan dugray x reader

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aceofnace · 10 months

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The metaphors involving a ferret this season are top-notch.

“So you let a beloved, domesticated ferret go.”

“He chose to be free. Twice.”

No, Ace, he didn’t.

Sure, the first time was Chunky’s choice. He escaped on his own and proceeded to run freely around town (harassing Connor, mostly), purposely choosing not to return home.

Kinda like Nancy right after she left Ace’s apartment at the end of 3x13. Knowing they were cursed and that the curse could kill Ace, Nancy chose to free herself from him. She avoided going back to him (her home) for over a month and all was good (in the way that, you know, her distance was keeping him alive).

Until Ace caught her, much like he caught Chunky in 4x06. With Chunky, Ace caught him and kept him in a literal cage. With Nancy, he caught her and convinced her to try with him. To try to break the curse so they could be together. He trapped her in a figurative cage—one full of hope and promises of a happy, perfect future with one another.

And then he let both of them go.

Except neither one wanted that.

Chunky, who’d been spending days (or weeks?) living the best life he could on his own, had finally accepted that he couldn’t keep running forever. Eventually, he’d have to go home. Because that’s where he belonged. And he was ready to go. That’s why, when Ace opened the door to the cage, Chunky didn’t budge. He didn’t bolt out of it squeaking free at last!!! Again!!!. No. Ace had to reach in, grab him, and pull him out, getting bitten in the process.

Because after all of this, Chunky did not want to be free anymore.

It’s just like with Nancy. Being so afraid that trying to break the curse again would kill her, Ace backed down and he put a stop to all of it. And he opened the figurative cage door to set her free. To allow her to move on. To be with someone else.

But Nancy, like Chunky, had also finally accepted that she couldn’t keep running forever. She loves Ace. She’s in love with him. He is her person. Her soulmate. She’s never felt this way about anyone else before. He gave her the best kiss of her life (canon!). She can’t just casually exit the cage she’d been put in and leave behind that future with him that she so desperately wants.

So, she, like Chunky, bit him.

Not literally, of course, but after it’s confirmed that Ace saw her dancing with Tristan, she tells him they shared an intense experience and that she doesn’t know how she feels about it yet. She apologizes for that. And then later, she tells him point blank that she wants Ace to let her move on. I can assure you, those words hurt way more than any ferret bite ever could. Those were the words Ace had been asking to hear, but once he’d heard them, they ripped him apart inside.

Nancy doesn’t mean those words, though. It’s why she can’t look him in the eye as she says them. But if he’s going to force her out of her cage, she’s going to make sure to hurt him first. To remind him that this is his choice, not hers.

So, where are we now by the end of 4x07? Both Nancy and Chunky are free again. Chunky will most likely return to rifling through Connor’s trash cans and appearing on the occasional Ring camera footage. As for Nancy? She’ll most likely try to move on with Tristan. Both will temporarily live the life Ace has chosen for them while they eventually attempt to find their way home.

While Ace works on healing the scars left behind from both of them.

#seriously though #i did not have ferret metaphors on my season 4 bingo card #the way the writers put so much thought into this shit #gotta love it #nace #nancy x ace #ace x nancy #nancy drew cw

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winterlogysblog · 4 months

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Dynamics of the Four Knights of the Apocalypse (so far)

Note: I'll be talking about the three main pairs we have seen in the story as for now.

Tristan and Lancelot

I'll start with this cause I have a pretty unpopular opinion about this. THEY'RE NOT BEST FRIENDS. I know it's hard, it's hard to hear, it's hard to accept but ... Hear me out. Lancelot and Tristan just doesn't give me that best friends vibes and I suppose it's just the fandom's expectations because Meliodas and Ban are best friends so their kids also to be right? Well, no cause let me tell you about a little movie called Grudge of Edinburgh part 1 and 2. Lancelot is an ass in that movie lemme tell ya. Boy! Lancelot is over here trashing Tristan cause he doesn't go all out on his powers cause he doesn't wanna hurt people in which he has a valid reason to be scared. I mean seriously Tristan is the reason Lancelot got that scar on his forehead because he lost control of his demon side. Lancelot you saw that, you were there, you should understand buddy. I know you got so much more powerful since then but come on try to understand Tristan's situation in this. Also, another thing, Lancelot just seems so done with Tristan like he doesn't even want him to be there, like he's a nuisance slowing him down.

Fast forward to Four Knights! I suppose their relationship got better... I guess. I mean, they have definitely formed this bond of trust between them. Awesome, that's good. They know a whole lotta stuff about each other as all good friends should, that's great. Narratively, they knew each other the longest. But really, that's the end of it.

I honestly view them to have a rivalry type situation where they both seek to be better than the other. Like that one panel where Tristan is focused on his training while he remembers Meliodas cheering and hyping up Lancelot so it kinda is a motivation for him to just be stronger, be better than Lancelot so he can have that validation from his father. Lancelot again is over here being the greatest he can ever be because he too seeks that validation from his papa and he knows Tristan's capabilities so he wants to push himself to be greater than what Tristan could become. They're frienemies.

If I could compare their dynamic to any of the Sins. I'd say it's giving, Ban and King but less violent and more friendly. Does that make sense?

Lancelot and Percival

Now this is where I can agree with the community. Lancelot is definitely Percival's big brother and in my personal opinion in a way Percival, Anne, Donny and Nasiens softens Lancelot's character and it's in progression too cause in the earlier parts of the narrative Lancelot didn't seem to care as much about them than he does today. He's there because that's his mission point blank period but as he spends time with them and saw them improve and grow as people he started to care for them as well and now he's like a proud big bro looking over at how far they have come.

Gawain and Tristan

Gawain and Tristan actually complement each other's personality really well. Their team up against the Testament Best is proof of that. Gawain is so much more at ease with Tristan and because of her personality I can definitely see her continuing to be this person to help Tristan get back on his feet whenever he's down and doubting himself and Tristan could be this person to help Gawain become much more comfortable and closer to the rest of the squad.

#nanatsu no taizai #four knights of the apocalypse #nnt #seven deadly sins #4kota #7ds #sds #seven deadly sins sequel #mokushiroku no yon kishi #nanatsu no taizai mokushiroku no yonkishi #mokushiroku no yonkishi #Lancelot #Tristan #Percival #Gawain #Dynamics

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the-primordial-archivist · 11 months

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Apollo/Lester headcanons? also and Chaos be mentioned, because one does not look into Chaos and come out unscratched

When Apollo goes to hang out with Meg, if they're not doing piano lessons, he and Meg will be sitting outside with Meg doing a bit of gardening and him just leaning on a tree and watching, sometimes helping (he cannot grow the plants for her)

So Apollo's powers are kinda re-made from Chaos I think, which makes him especially powerful

For valentines day he may have slipped Tristan McClean a little note and a tiny present

Meg makes him give her piggyback rides

He'll usually come to Camp Half-Blood during the sing-alongs and joins them

Meg will probably scowl while doing this, but she makes him flower crowns and he will not take them off no matter what until Meg herself forces him too - he also cries whenever she gives him the flower crowns or flowers in general

Him, Meg, and Artemis hang out sometimes with sometimes Reyna and Thalia joining in

Chaos frightened him and he saw things that probably scarred him, but he won't say anything about it and just freezes up

That's all I have at the moment :)

#asks #lester papadopoulos #meg mccaffrey #trials of apollo #toa

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serpentoflolth · 4 months

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I've always supported that Astarion and Tristan would become best friends, especially when Tristan tried to decipher the scars on our beloved vampy's back. Not being able to read the infernal language, he drew on the ground what Cazador imprinted on Astarion's back, gaining his trust.

Now, the two are planning to conquer Karsus' crown. After all, these two creatures could only meet… In the end, they could only end up getting along, hiding their misdeeds from others.

I want to write a fanfic between these two! I adore them!

#rogue.txt #baldur's gate 3 #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #astarion #astarion ancunin #tav #astarion x tav #oc: tristan #bg3 tav #bg3 oc #bg3 ocs

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gallusrostromegalus · 2 years

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How would the precautions when manufacturing toys affect figures you can swap out the parts of like nendroid or other anime posable figurines? Also how would this affect toys that you assemble yourself like mecha models and the like?

AH, Weeb Shit. Some of the most and least posessable toys on the market.

On one end, toys where the pieces can be swapped out and combined, or new outfits and props added to give the toy a new 'identity' are virtually impossible for an opportunistic spirit to posess, and are extremely resistent to the Velveteen Rabbit Phenomenon. The constant shifting of 'idenity' of these pices, or the regular construction and deconstruction of the body itself make trying to posess the toy like trying to squat in a house that's under active remodelling. For this reason, Lego, gunpla, and Barbie are some of the most posession-resistant toys on the market.

...but resistant is not the same as immune, and under certain circumstances, anime figurines go from "posession resistant" to "This is basically doing the spiritual equivalent of leaving your front door open in bear country with a tasty trail of steak leading inside"

Specifically, if the owner of the figurine gets obsessed with the identity of the character, like when people who already had dodgy mental health circumstances get so obsessed with Hatsune Miku that they develop a sort of pyschosis and think they're really dating her. That degree of obsession can warp the local thaumaturgic field and create a Hatsune Miku-shaped hole for something with a poor sense of identity to crawl into and now some Dungeoneer has to deal with an entire COLLECTION OF HAUNTED ANIME MERCHANDISE.

Tristan's dad tells that story EVERY YEAR at Comic-Con, because Taylor's Tools And Pest Control has a booth there to spread information on how to safely collect swag. It's the largest and most Dramatic scar Norman Taylor has from his entire career.

#TPOFATGIF #The Power Of Friendship (And This Gun I Found!)#Yugioh #Yugioh fanfic

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yellowchap · 2 months

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Not redesigning this character but I’m reworking his backstory which makes drawing some tasteful art of his youth necessary 🌝

Tristan is the very first angel I remember ever introducing to my world and the fact years later he’s still a prominent character makes him special to me and he deserves some work <3

He has been changed from a “hunter”, back to a “Guardian” like his first introduction(ik non of u know this stuff but I’m talking to myself ok) which r one of few exclusive born angel roles and treated somewhat like celebrities hence why I’ve made him a bit of an ex-model.

This is an example of his current look, he is currently a demon which he chose willingly to be with his current wife

A little about him:

-so I’ve explained he is a Guardian Angel ,which can only be born angels, but essentially they get assigned to guard a mortal from evil like demons and other spirits that heaven deems untrustworthy, which is actually how he met his current wife! He was assigned a mortal that the demon Laurentius(a powerful demon, the first son of Lilith) was hovering around but he didn’t see anything wrong with their relationship so he kinda just left and pretended he was trying to ward off Lars(Laurentius) but he met Lars’ daughter, Delta, and decided to hover around her instead and they became good friends before becoming an item

-wacky demon and angel mischief of those two before they become a couple and years later Tristan has Lars cut his wings out to become a demon, since angel souls r in their wings and need to be entirely carved out to remove their soul and turn them into a demon contract(like a 50/50 chance of this working), and woo that works and they have their first son and then get married. They have like…. 6 kids now over a 20 or so year period and will likely have more bc they love being parents and they love their kids.

-Delta and Tristan have been the most consistent, drama free couple of the characters and Delta is the damn puppet master and has helped blossom most of the pairings in our world lol, seriously tho I adore these two bc they just love each other and their kids so much.

-Tristan has an ex-wife but this was like 500 years before current events and since becoming a demon he doesn’t remember much anymore unless asked about it, they lived on earth to get some peace from heaven but she fell victim to angel harvesters(humans r aware of angels and demons but it’s kept secret by the magic world and human billionaires and stuff bc they harvest angel organs for, basically, immortality and the magic world can use demon bits for more powerful magic which is illegal) and so yeah she died pretty horrifically which left him scarred for a very long time until he picks up Guardian work again and meets his current wife.

Love that I said little and then infodumped woops XD it’s like right before work so I can’t think anymore but this is the basics of him I hope any of u enjoy my blurb.

If I finish that sketch I’ll probably repost this info attached to it 🎉

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kalevalakryze · 8 months

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Hey Hatman, Suck On This!

Pairings: Sabine Wren & Ursa Wren & Tristan Wren & Alrich Wren, Bo-Katan Kryze/Alrich Wren/Ursa Wren, Sabine Wren & Bo-Katan Kryze Characters: Sabine Wren, Ursa Wren, Tristan Wren, Alrich Wren, Bo-Katan Kryze, Fenn Rau, Koska Reeves, Axe Woves Warnings: Fix-It Fic, Ahsoka Episode 4 Spoilers, Hurt/Comfort, Sabine Wren Needs A Hug, Everyone Needs A Hug, Everyone Gets A Hug, Korkie Kryze Death Mention Notes: I AM NOT OKAY WITH THIS EPISODE, I AM IN SO MUCH PAIN, I WAS SO SICK, I WAS PHYSICALLY ILL ANYWAYS THE FAM IS HAPPY AND ALIVE IN MY HEAD, THEY'RE JUST HIDING OUT BEFORE THEIR RETURN TO MANDALORE, THEY COULDN'T FOLLOW SABINE FOR HER JOURNEY TO LOTHAL Word Count: 3,207 AO3 Link: Here! Summary: Will I ever see you again? What does your heart tell you? I hope so. Yes… I guess. Then we will see each other again. ▬▬ι═══════> “Sabine… we lost contact with Clan Wren,” Bo-Katan looked a mess on the holoprojection, a split lip, blasted beskar, and a million bumps and bruises that Sabine couldn’t catalogue. “What do you mean, lost contact?” Sabine glanced towards Ahsoka, trying to determine if her Master knew anything. She couldn’t make anything out, so she turned back to the defeated Mandalorian Regent. “Sabine…” Bo-Katan’s face fell impossibly further. Sabine’s heart jumped to her throat. “They’re gone,”

“Sabine… we lost contact with Clan Wren,” Bo-Katan looked a mess on the holoprojection, a split lip, blasted beskar, and a million bumps and bruises that Sabine couldn’t catalogue.

“What do you mean, lost contact?” Sabine glanced towards Ahsoka, trying to determine if her Master knew anything. She couldn’t make anything out, so she turned back to the defeated Mandalorian Regent.

“Sabine…” Bo-Katan’s face fell impossibly further. Sabine’s heart jumped to her throat. “They’re gone,”

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Sabine had left in a flurry of anger, of harsh, scathing words and pain on her sleeves. When the small ship she’d taken from the fleet arrived in the Mandalore system, she was met with devastation.

Mandalore was still burning, acrid plumes and a stormfront covering the atmosphere of the devastation. Krownest and Concordia were much of the same, as well as all Mandalorian planets that would not bow down to the Empire.

Debris floated across the battlefield, gauntlet ship pieces, troop transports, even a civilian transport. Lady Kryze had sent her coordinates, somewhere they could be safe. Kalevala was free from destruction, as no one had been on planet since the death of Satine Kryze.

The ships in the yard were all nearly destroyed, sparking, burning, and with giant pieces of the hulls burned away. Not one bore the marking of clan Wren.

Her legs were like jelly as she pushed herself out of her cockpit. Niteowls and other Mandalorian resistance fighters were all over, some tending to wounds, some long dead, others, breaking down from the events of the battle. Again, Sabine did not see the signet of clan Wren.

“Where’s Lady Kryze?” She croaked to the first upright Mandalorian she found.

The room she was directed to wasn’t much better. Koska Reeves was sitting, back pressed against the Bacta tank that held the Mandalorian successor. The wounds were extensive, the bacta could only do so much. “What happened?”

“We lost,” Axe Woves stated as he stepped into the room, another body on another gurney, calling out for ancestors trying to take him home. “We lost the Dark Saber, and we lost Mandalore… and we lost the heir to Clan Kryze.”

“We lost a lot of Clans, Axe.” Koska reminded him scathingly, knowing that Bo-Katan had delivered the message about Clan Wren directly to the sole heir before she’d dropped.

Shouting filled the loudspeakers, comm channels lighting up. Sabine couldn’t take her eyes away from the scar wrapped around Bo-Katan’s side, a burn from the darksaber, one she’d learned remarkably well in her short time with the weapon.

“Alor… Alors! We need room!” A younger Mandalorian shouted as he ran into the medbay.

Axe’s hand went straight to his blaster. “We can’t spare this facility right now,” He declared, willing to kill his own if it meant that those he needed to rebuild could survive.

“Alor… with all respect, It’s Clan Wren,” The young man breathed. The sliding doors opened wide. Ursa, covered in dust and debris, blood smattering her armor, and leaning heavily on Tristan, who wasn’t in the best shape either, filled the room. Two more Mandalorians followed with Alrich Wren laid out on a stretcher.

“Mom?” Sabine rasped as both Axe and Koska jumped into action to prepare beds and bacta tanks. “Tristan?” Her vod’ika was the first to look her way, a tired, painful smile on his lips as he pushed for Ursa’s attention.

Sabine was pressing herself between them before Ursa could focus her cloudy attention on her daughter, but her arms wrapped around her all the same, a strength only a mother could manage. Tristan’s head dropped onto her shoulder as she clung to her aliit like a lifeline. “Please don’t go,” Sabine whispered between them as she watched Koska, Axe, and the lone med droid prep Alrich for the Bacta tank.

“We’re not going anywhere, ad’ika,” Ursa promised, a cough wracking her lungs as she held onto her daughter and son. “We’re right here, we won’t go anywhere,” Dirt coated fingers brushed through her hair; Sabine couldn’t find it in her to care.

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Sabine slept on the floor in front of her family's bacta tanks that night, and for several nights following. Neither Wren nor Kryze made any indication of waking up, but she was promised they were looking much better than when they arrived. Fenn Rau, who’d suffered more minor injuries and arrived after helping to direct stragglers planetside, had begun keeping her company.

“I thought they were dead, Fenn,” Sabine’s back was pressed against Tristan’s bacta tank, her mother’s beskar heart clasped tightly in her hands as she stared at the suits of armor held up on display stands on the other side of the room. Each piece still bore the marks of the battle, yet she didn’t dare clean it, wouldn’t dare remove the markings until she knew what they wanted to take from the tragedy.

“Their comms were blown out,” He confirmed as he settled with his back against Alrich’s tank, the symbol of the protectors was scratched out of his armor. “Their ship integrity was next to nothing- If it hadn’t been for your brother’s piloting skills..” He trailed off as Sabine’s nails dug into the thin coating of dirt on her mother’s heart.

One of the tanks started a rapid beeping, Fenn turned his head in time to watch Ursa’s golden eyes snap open and her hand to reach out and touch the inside glass of the tank. Sabine was faster than Fenn, shooting up to start the draining process. When the door slid open, Sabine was there to catch her mother as she leaned out.

“Buir,” She called as she started to unhook her, Fenn jostling around in the background to prepare what was needed to check over her injuries.

“I’m here, ad’ika,” Ursa promised as she pulled the rebreather away. The older woman was still stiff, but she moved a lot easier than when she was brought in. “I’m here,” She reassured the tighter Sabine’s hold became as she was led to the prepared cot.

“Fenn, can you grab one of the medics?” Sabine called as she grabbed a towel to wrap around her mother’s shoulders, helping Ursa sit on the cot as she glanced to the other Bacta tanks. Alrich, Tristan, and Bo-Katan were still suspended, floating in the medicinal liquid.

Ursa’s injuries were healed for the most part. There would be scars, there was no doubt about that, and the medics declared that there was nothing to be done for the persistent stiffness in her joints, she would need a cane to get around, but that wouldn’t stop her.

Sitting on the edge of the cot with her daughter tucked into her side, inseparable since coming out of the bacta tank, Ursa looked between her family, willing the next one to wake up.

The countess breathed out a sigh when no one moved, her arm squeezing around Sabine’s shoulders as the young Mandalorian pressed into her, requiring the attention she hadn’t sought out or asked for since she was young, that Ursa was more than happy to provide.

Eventually, her back ached from the stiffness, and she had to move. “Sabine,” She called, hand moving to comb through her daughter’s short, dark hair.

“Mmm?” The half asleep Mandalorian grumbled, trying in vain to press herself closer.

“Come on, let’s move.” The older woman managed to get herself and Sabine situated so she was laying back in the cot with Sabine still glued into her side, her daughter’s head pillowed on her chest to hear every thump of her heart beating. “How long has it been since you slept?” She grumbled into Sabine’s ear as the woman fought to stay awake.

“Since Gideon started the attack,” Sabine admitted, voice thick with drowsiness. She’d been begging and pleading for Ahsoka to help, had been sending every resource and calling in every favor, taking every call from everyone who had time to spare from the battlefield… none of it had been enough.

“Get some sleep, ad’ika,” Ursa urged, rubbing her hand soothingly along Sabine’s back, starting to hum a familiar melody to help ease both her daughter and herself to sleep.

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The draining of another bacta tank woke Ursa from a fitful rest. Sabine’s weight was still settled against her, the loose shirt the medics had given her was fisted in the fabric. The woman was able to move from under Sabine, settling her in the cot properly, and grab her cane, before limping her way to the Bacta tank.

“Tristan,” Ursa called, voice soft as she steadied a hand on his shoulder, catching his wild eyes as he processed the world around him. “You’re safe, ad’ika,” She let him lean on her, this time, though she couldn’t hold him up, he was still more than grateful to be able to throw his arms around her. “We’re all right,”

Tristan’s steps were unsteady as she led him to one of the open cots, when he veered off to Sabine’s resting form, Ursa shook her head. “She’s just tired, she wasn’t hurt,” She promised, watching his shoulders sag in relief.

Ursa managed to comm Fenn Rau, though neither he nor Ursa were successful in getting Tristan to sleep in his own cot, instead, he took a place on the small strip of space beside Sabine, wrapping around his big sister the moment she reached out in her sleep.

“It’s heartening to see they are all right. That your family is safe,” Fenn spoke, head downturned in mourning for the clans they lost.

“And what of Clan Kryze? Where is Korkie?” Ursa’s head turned to Bo-Katan’s suspended body in the bacta tank, even under sedation, her face had taken on a resting emotion of pain, it seemed.

“Lady Wren…” Fenn’s eyes had widened, he’d thought they knew, though, he should have assumed with their communications going down. “...Lady Kryze was the only one we managed to recover from the Moff’s cruiser-” His head turned, sitting beside Bo-Katan’s armor, Korkie’s helmet and kar’ta were settled on a table, blood smeared across his beskar heart, and the visor cracked in several places, chunks of visor missing from it’s home.

“Korkie..” Ursa breathed, limping to the stand to rest her palm against the visage of Clan Kryze on the helm. From his own Niteowl eyes, painted jewels hung across the grey paint in remembrance of his aunt, Satine.

That was it, the last of Clan Kryze was sitting in that tank, the blood of her ancestors, of the taungs in her veins, spilled carelessly to keep Mandalore in the hands of the people, and what did they have to show for it. “Bo… you di’kut,” There was a tightness to her tone, and yet, when she looked at the Regent leader, a smile pulled at her lips. “You better survive this,”

Alrich was the next to wake, hours later when Tristan was waking up once more. Ursa was perched on the edge of the cot her children were resting on when her husband started to grow restless.

The tank was drained in quick order as she took his head in her hands. He was much calmer coming out of the sedation. When she went to guide him to another open cot, he’d faltered and drop to his knees. “Oh no, Lady Wren, I seem to be falling for you,” There was a smile in his voice, relieving some of the tension as Tristan shot out of bed to help his father back up, still rubbing sleep out of his eyes.

“You’re impossible.” Ursa shook her head as she moved to get him a dry change of clothes and assess his healing herself.

“Is that Sabine?” Alrich peered at the still curled and sleeping figure in the other bed.

“She hasn’t gotten much sleep, it seems. Her body is taking the time it needs to catch up,” She assured when Tristan’s brows had furrowed in worry.

“When did she last…?” Tristan turned to look down at Ursa with a frown.

“When the attacks started, it sounds like,” The woman sighed, shaking her head at her oldest. Of all the things to pass down to a child, you never want them to get the unhealthy habits, though it seemed the Makers were unforgiving in that department.

“Poor ‘bine,” Alrich shook his head as he stood from the cot, allowing Tristan to help him so he could brush back Sabine’s hair and press a kiss to her temple. “I am glad that she was not here for the attack…” Worrying about his Riduur and son was a lot, with their headstrong personalities, but Sabine? He wasn’t sure if he wouldn’t be burying his ad’ika, had she been there when the attack started.

Tristan moved around to pull up a chair for Ursa to sit down in, while Alrich perched on the edge of the cot. He stayed standing, a nervous energy leaving his fingers tapping against his biceps as he watched his family. “Where do we go from here?”

“That will be a question for Lady Kryze, when she wakes up,” Ursa declared, golden eyes flickering to the floating figure. “I don’t doubt that the Moff will have Kalevala in his sights, soon. He is most likely dragging this out, it is a great military feat, and I’m sure he wants an even greater audience.”

“Imperial Demagolkas,” Tristan spat, his socked foot scuffing against the too clean tile.

Sabine shifted, a low grumbling sound leaving her chest as she blinked her eyes open to the sight of her aliit watching her. “Uh, hey?” Her voice was still thick with sleep, bleary eyed and weighed down with the stressors of the last few weeks.

“Look who rejoined the land of the living,” Tristan offered a tight smile, though his expression became more carefree when his ori’vod reached to kick at him from the bed.

“Put you back in the hospital,” The threat was empty, but she was smiling as she managed to sit up and lean into her Buir’s waiting arms, Alrich catching his daughter and holding her close. “How were you guys the ones hurt, but I’m the one waking up in a cot?” She questioned, voice muffled from her father’s shoulder.

“We just had days worth of sleep, you didn’t sleep for days- math is mathing,” Tristan pretended to count on his fingers as he moved to sit on Sabine’s other side. “Di’kut,”

“Mom,”

“That’s enough, both of you,” Ursa shook her head in mock annoyance, though she smiled more openly than she had in years.

Koska Reeves had come with breakfast, and then lunch for the small clan that could not yet be permitted to leave until the full extent of their injuries were checked. Sabine had caught them up on the lot of nothing on Lothal, though she’d been quiet about her travels with Ahsoka. She didn’t need to think of the ‘Master’ who wasn’t there when she needed her most.

Tristan kept them entertained with half true stories of the missions he ran against the Empire, exaggerating often enough that Alrich would feed the fire to see how far he could go. Meanwhile, Ursa reclined in her seat, allowing Sabine’s hand to bridge the gap between them, her daughter’s fingers looped around her wrist to press into her pulse point.

It was late when the last bacta tank had any activity. Late enough that none of the Wren’s noticed as they went about getting prepared for sleep, armor clinking as they hung back up their cleaned kits and figured out how to shove their cots together again.

The tank was busted open before it could finish draining, the occupant ripping the rebreather and cords from herself as she fell to the ground, a feral look in her eyes as her breathing came in rasping breaths on the verge of hyperventilating.

Ursa had stood to grab Bo-Katan, knowing that the Mandalorian often swung first and asked questions later when it came to waking up from any kind of sedation.

Sabine, however, was faster. Just as Bo-Katan was turning wild eyes to the ‘unidentified hostiles’ in the medbay, the artist was springing forward and wrapping her arms around the damp woman’s torso. “Bo!” She called, as the woman stumbled back from the weight, bringing her back to reality easier than Ursa had ever seen before.

“ ‘bine?” Bo-Katan rasped, arms weakly encircling the artist's shoulders as Sabine squeezed.

“Easy, Sabine,” Ursa called upon spotting Bo’s wince at the pressure against her freshly repaired ribs.

When Sabine sheepishly pulled back, Bo-Katan looked at her with an intense sadness, a mourning that Sabine could only replicate upon arrival, when she believed her clan to be gone. “What are you doing here? You could have been hurt,” Bo snapped, brows furrowing as she held the younger Mandalorian at arms length to check for injuries.

“I came after your call, Lady Kryze,”

“I wasn’t telling you to come here!” Bo hissed, lips twitching. “I was trying to tell you about-”

The tap of Ursa’s cane pulled her attention, freezing Bo-Katan’s words in place as she took in the sight of Ursa, the rest of the Wren family behind her. “Ursa-”

Instead of responding, Ursa spread her arms. When Sabine stepped back, the redhead flung herself into Ursa’s arms. When Bo-Katan’s lips pressed messily against Ursa’s, Alrich shook his head. “I didn’t even get that warm of a welcome,” He joked, standing to join both women, wrapping his arms around them both in the comforting promise of his presence. Bo-Katan pulled back from Ursa to kiss him as well, before burying herself between them in the most vulnerable action Sabine had ever seen them take.

“Oh yeah, that happened while you were gone.” Tristan informed Sabine as she moved back to her little brothers side.

“It’s about krifing time,” The woman shook her head as their parents reunited. Both children of Clan Wren pretending not to notice when the redhead broke down in the safety of Ursa and Alrich’s embrace. It was a silent thing, though the pain was tangible for Korkie; Bo-Katan had been trying to do right by him, to help him be the man Satine would have been proud of, to protect him, and she failed.

The redhead was spent by the time Fenn Rau showed up, and while he’d tried to talk about their next moves, and Bo-Katan had tried to focus enough to figure out plans, Ursa was quick to cut the conversation and send the protector off.

The kids piled the thin blankets and all the pillows they could find in the medbay on the floor, knowing their parents and Bo-Katan wouldn’t want to be apart, while they also hadn’t wanted to be apart as well. Somehow, Bo ended up wrapped in Ursa’s side, with Sabine on the countess’s other, Alrich was pressed against Bo’s back, his arm stretched out to stroke through Sabine’s hair, while Tristan laid across everyone’s legs uncomfortably, but permitted, so long as he didn't effect Ursa’s leg injury.

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Will I ever see you again? What does your heart tell you? I hope so. Yes… I guess. Then we will see each other again.

Translations: Ad'ika - daughter Buir - mother/father vod'ika - little sibling ori'vod - older sibling di'kut - idiot

#ahsoka spoilers #spoilers #star wars #fix it fic #the mandalorian #bo katan kryze #sabine wren #ursa wren #alrich wren #tristan wren #fenn rau #korkie kryze #hurt/comfort #everyone needs a hug #everyone gets a hug

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