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The Alcott Ch. 2

Chapter 2: right where you left me

jay halstead x f!reader, frank castle x f!reader

tw: lil bit of angst, mentions of murder, descriptions of violence and bodily injuries, blood mention, 3rd person POV (she/ her)

chicago pd x the punisher crossover

(series is ongoing)

She couldn’t let it go. Every fiber of her being begged her to let the whole situation lie, but she couldn’t. Being an investigative reporter by trade she was too curious for her own good. Having gotten a job reporting for a news broadcasting company in downtown Chicago, her first instinct was to write about the incident. However, she knew that by coming to her editors with a story about a murderous vigilante having risen from the dead, she would be fired instantaneously.

Her curiosity ate away at her as the days passed after her encounter with the vigilante. How was he alive? She thought to herself. She had seen firsthand the explosion that was supposed to kill him, and it didn’t seem like someone would have been able to survive it. There was also a body found in the wreckage that matched his descriptors and with that the case had been closed. It had been over a year since then and now suddenly he had resurfaced in Chicago. She had to know why?

She was still stuck, frozen and staring into that dark alley. Her breath hitching at the memory of seeing that flash of his face. The hood he was wearing covered most of his face but the street lamp at the very edge of the alley provided her with a flash of light to his face as he stalked towards her.

She couldn’t forget the way his arms encased her with pressure but not force, it was clear he didn’t want to hurt her in any way. That is what puzzled her the most; how could a serial murderer not want to kill someone?

Unless he wasn’t one.

Looking at his mugshot staring back at her from her computer screen, she only had one thought; who was the real Frank Castle?

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Frank’s P.O.V

Blow after blow echoed throughout the skeletal body of the building, the unfinished walls causing the sounds of the hammer to bounce between them. His roars did the same. Growling animalistically as he brought the hammer down onto concrete over, and over, and over again.

Working construction was the only way Frank could make a living now that his identity had to be stripped. He was now known as “Pete Castillone” and all he had to the name was a construction job and a one bedroom apartment. After his very timely death on the East Coast, he decided to use his newfound anonymity to his advantage. Traveling the country in search of more of those who were responsible for his family’s murder. However, since coming to Chicago, the life that “Pete” lived was very simple and very quiet. Frank needed that, after everything that had happened he needed the quiet. Although, “quiet” is typically synonymous with “alone”, and that’s NOT what Frank needed and he feared it had become something of a curse for him.

About a week ago, Frank had picked up some chatter about a local Chicago gang having had something to do with a family massacre in New York. Rival gang war had gone national apparently. Frank knew that the cartels in New York City were responsible, however he didn’t know which cartel, or whom within them actually had anything to do with it. However, having tracked down one of the members of the local gang, Frank found his opportunity to get the information he needed with whatever means necessary.

A harsh yell escapes his lips as he brings the sledgehammer down again onto the concrete. With each impact of the hammer he began to relive the other night all over again.

The tire iron in his hand coming down onto the man’s chest, over and over again.

“Who gave the FUCKING ORDER?!” Frank screamed as the man lies silently, gurgling blood from his mouth.

Having come to Chicago with the sole intention of finally avenging his murdered wife, son, and daughter, Frank thought his mission would be simpler than it was turning out to be. The more people he found, the more secrets he uncovered on the true identity of the person who ordered the execution of his family.

As the man laid on the ground, breathing his last breaths, he sighed the name of the person Frank was really looking for: “Agent Orange”.

Frank dissipates back into reality, holding the hammer limply in his fist. Looking around for a second, taking in his surroundings, Frank breathes a deep sigh and takes a seat on the dusty concrete floor. As he continues to relive the other night, his mind then falls on the young woman who had mistakenly stumbled upon the scenario. A pang of guilt runs down Franks spine, she had looked so terrified of him.

Rightfully so, he thinks to himself. His brutality scared even him at times, but seeing that same feeling reflected back at him on such a beautiful face shifted something in him. In a moment of pure inhuman rage, he was reminded of the fragility of the human spirit as he looked up to see her face.

“You’ll kill him!” He remembers her shouting, as if the man wasn’t already dead. He remembers her shaking hands and the gun she clutched for dear life but couldn’t bring herself to fire. It was incredibly courageous when he thought about it, having every opportunity to run and yet she chose to try and protect her fellow man. He knew in that moment he couldn’t hurt her, not that he wanted to, but he’s had to bury secrets in unmarked graves before.

In the split second he had, his mind landed on the only option available to him; neutralize the situation. He towered over her, his frame encompassing hers in an instant, clutching a hand over her mouth to silence her screams.

“Shh, shh, shh,” he quietly coos in her ear, “ain’t gonna hurt ya,” he assured her. Having disarmed her before capturing her in his hold, he didn’t know how to proceed. The threat was minimized and he had gotten her to quiet down, so his only logical choice was to release her.

“I swear to God I won’t hurt ya, but if I let you go, will you scream?” He speaks gruffly in her ear, hand still over her mouth. He remembers how she was shaking against him, he can’t get it out of his head. The way she was repulsed by him, it made him look back on the memory with shame.

When he did let her go a small fist came flying up instantly and landed on the bridge of his nose, breaking it. Clutching his face, he groans and falls back against the brick wall. As he looks up he sees her vanishing into the night, a small glimpse of the blood-covered blouse is the last thing he saw before she was out of sight.

He’s still stuck in that alley holding her shaking, terrified form, hearing her whimpers and seeing the fear in her eyes.

He can’t be anywhere else.

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Jay’s P.O.V

“Hey there space cadet, which planet are you visiting now?” Jay’s voice comes from behind her, standing in the doorway to her room, watching as she stares blankly out her bedroom window. Turning her head to meet his gaze, her demeanor softens instantly and she gets up to greet him.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t even hear you come in,” she says as her boyfriend pulls her into his strong chest, placing a kiss to her forehead as he cradles the back of her head.

“Hey baby, you doing okay?” He says after a moment of comfortable silence between them. Shifting her face to look up at him, she smiles innocently.

“Yeah, of course, why?” She reassures him, but he knows her too well.

“You just seem… off, ever since the other night,” he says, dipping his head to catch her eyes, trying to break this barrier she had built up over the last several days.

“Jay, I’m fine, I swear. Just preoccupied with this new article I’m writing,” she lies, placing a hand to the side of his face as she brings it down to hers, kissing him deeply. He pulls away, shaking his head slightly and gently cupping her face in his palms.

“I know you better than that, baby. Come on, let me into your golden thinking,” he speaks as he moves a piece of hair from her face.

“Everything’s fine, Jay,” she says flatly, clearly not wanting to let him in.

He sighs as she pushes past him into the hall, pinching the bridge of his nose he takes a deep breath. Something was wrong, he knew it. But she wouldn’t put her shields down long enough for him to see the real issue. Something happened that night to make her this way, a shift was apparent in her behavior and all he wanted was a reason why. The last thing he wanted was for her to shut him out completely, but it seemed that was the first thing she was doing.

Swallowing the lump forming in his throat, he turns and makes his way into the main living space of her tiny apartment. He finds her lost in thought again, just staring blankly into space as she stands in front of the sink. The water continued to run as she stood unmoving, the glass in her hand overflowing with water.

Where was she? He thought, brow knitting together as he watched her disappear into her own mind. All he wanted was for her to come back, to be with him again in the present. But he had a feeling there was an unseen gap between them now, her in a completely different place and him standing right in front of her trying to understand where she’s gone.

Come back, baby, he thinks to himself as he continues to watch her from afar. Come back, I’m right where you left me.

#jay halstead #chicago pd #frank castle #the punisher fanfiction #jay halstead x reader #frank castle x reader #chicago pd crossover #chicago pd fanfic

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manhandlememando · 2 months

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i stg the writers on that show knew EXACTLY what they were doing when it came to his dialogue 🤌🏻😘 *chefs kiss*

jay halstead just said “who did this?”

i think i came in my pants

#jay halstead #chicago pd #one chicago #he’s so fine it hurts

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manhandlememando · 2 months

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i need to take a walk

joel miller neck erotica ep. 5

#pedro pascal #joel miller #are you fucking kidding me #and that goddamn bottom lip #i’ll lose my shit right here

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manhandlememando · 2 months

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Masterlist

Gravity Series

MDNI warning: this work does contain content not suitable for those under the age of 18. please refrain from reading if you are under the age of 18, you’ve been warned.

(series is still ongoing)

din djarin x f!reader

excerpt: "'Cyare… of course, all the time you need, anything you want,' he says and all he wants to do is hold her once again, becoming akin to the feeling of her skin to his. Din was always most at peace with her in his arms, finding solace in the dark of their sleeping courters the past couple of nights. The gravitas of her was forceful enough to disrupt the trajectory of a Mandalorian, and Din was starting to realize he didn’t want it any other way."

The Alcott Series

(series is still ongoing)

jay halstead x f!reader, frank castle x f!reader

chicago pd x the punisher crossover

teaser: It wasn’t meant to devolve into what it had, Frank knew that and yet it was somehow all his fault. His heart snagging on the one thing he swore it wouldn’t. He should have left, he should have let her be happy with him, let the whole thing lie. But he couldn’t. Now he’s ducking his head, hiding his face below the rim of a baseball cap as he makes his way through the crowded lobby of the hotel. He glances up just once and as he does his heart seizes in his chest, his breath becoming shallow as he meets the eyes of the woman who threw a wrench in his whole life. However, he had consequently done the same to hers, now leading them to the one spot in Chicago they could agree upon; The Alcott.

#pedro pascal #the mandalorian #din djarin #star wars #joel miller #jay halstead #frank castle #chicago pd #jesse lee soffer #the last of us joel #the punisher #frank castle x reader #frankie morales #jon bernthal #one chicago #jay halstead fanfiction #din djarin x f!reader #star wars fanfiction #joel miller tlou

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manhandlememando · 2 months

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The Alcott Ch. 1

Chapter 1: Look After You

jay halstead x f!reader, frank castle x f!reader

chicago pd x the punisher crossover

tw: violence and blood mentioned, a broken hand, jay being extremely pissed off (that needs its own warning)

series is ongoing

It was as if she was watching a train crash, it happened so fast and so horrifically and yet she couldn’t look away. A hooded man stood over a body, holding the tire iron he had just taken to it. He was breathing heavily, his shoulders moving with every inhale, his adrenaline racing through his veins so much so he hadn’t heard the young woman when she stumbled upon him in the alley. However he did hear the cock of a gun and a safety switch releasing, and slowly turned with his hands raised.

Tilting his head to the side at the sight, her trembling form holding the gun with both arms outstretched in front of her. It was obvious she had never used it, he could tell by her body language she seemed more scared than he was.

“S-stop! You’ll kill him!” She exclaims, shaking hands still pointing the outstretched gun in his direction. Before she can make a move to do anything he quickly stalks towards her and without hesitation he disarms her, wrapping his large arms around her waist as he braces her back to his chest. But before she could scream an expansive hand covered her mouth as the assailant dragged her deeper into the alley.

“Shh, shh, shh, shh,” he coos in her ear, his voice so soft it was as if he was trying to settle an infant from fussing.

“Ain’t gonna hurt ya, ‘m not gonna hurt ya darlin’” he assured her, and although his voice was gentle she could feel the still-warm blood on his hands from the man lying on the ground before them.

“I swear I won’t hurt ya, but if I let go will you scream?” He asked timidly in her ear, still holding a hand over her mouth. She shook her head “no” slowly and as she did he released her from his grasp. Without a second thought she spins around and lands a heavy fist onto the man’s left cheekbone. The CRACK of her hand against his face could have been heard from yards away, it throbbed but she didn’t care. It gave her enough time to run.

She ran, and ran, and ran. When she finally stopped her feet from moving, she realized she didn’t know what street she was on, or where in Chicago she was at all. She reaches for her phone and dials the number of the one person she knew would take her call at this hour. As the phone rang she gathered her bearings, catching her breath and peering down at herself to discover that she was covered in blood. Although it wasn’t hers, the man who grabbed her must have left the stains on her clothes from his other victim of the night.

“Hello?” Kim answers, the ghost of a laugh still hanging on her tone. But the second she starts speaking Kim knows something is terribly wrong.

“Kim… um, I need help.” Is all she can manage before her voice begins to betray her, wobbling on the tail end of the short sentence.

“Okay, what’s going on? Where are you?” Kim says, her tone changing to one of a more serious nature.

“I don’t even know, but… I got attacked. I managed to get away but I don’t know where I am,” she says, the adrenaline wearing off as tears sprang from her eyes.

“Oh my God, attacked? Are you okay? Send me your location I’m on my way,” Kim rails off, her concern for her friend growing by the second. She could hear the others in the background of the call, Kim must have still been at Mollys Bar. She could hear Kevin’s voice trying to get information out of Kim as to what was going on. “Call Jay,” was all she heard Kim respond with.

“You’re a couple miles out, I’ll be there in ten minutes,” Kim speaks very matter-of-fact after seeing her friends location pin appear on the map she had pulled up on her phone.

It was a cold night in Chicago, as most nights were. Standing there waiting for Kim she began to involuntarily shiver, her teeth beginning to chatter as each minute passed by. She hears the cars engine before she sees it, Kim pulling up on the curb a second later and jumping out of the car before it even stops moving.

“Oh Jesus! What the hell happened!” Kim shouted as she took in the sight of her friend covered in blood stains. Moving to check her for injuries, Kim’s eyebrows knit into one another as she realizes that she can’t find any external injuries other than a swollen hand.

“It’s not mine,” the young woman whispers. “He didn’t hurt me, he wouldn’t,” she continues. Kim is even more confused now, so many questions wanting to spill from the tip of her tongue. But looking into her friends eyes she could see that she wouldn’t receive any answer that would suffice right now.

“Okay, okay we’re gonna get you to Med, yeah?” Kim said as she circled an arm around her friends shoulder and guided her into the front seat of the car.

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“WHERE IS SHE?!” Jay’s voice bellowed throughout the emergency room, getting the attention of the older Halstead brother.

“Jay, she’s okay. She’s got a fractured hand but she’s alright. Take a breath, she’s okay,” Dr. Will Halstead said as he approached his aggravated younger brother. Jay was practically shaking with anger, having just ripped through the streets of Chicago at the news that his girlfriend had been attacked on her walk home. He should have been with her, he shouldn’t have left her alone tonight. His mind wound itself into knots at the thought that she had been hurt, or worse, and he wasn’t there to stop it.

“I have to see her,” Jay said earnestly, wanting nothing more than to confirm her condition for himself.

“She’s being questioned by detectives right now, she’ll be available to talk afterwards,” Jay hears a familiar voice respond from behind him, turning to see that Sergeant Voight was the one who had spoken. “Jay, I’m going to need you to hang back on this one,” Voight said as he placed a hand on the younger man’s shoulder.

“Absolutely not Sarge, I won’t let that ANIM- ,” Jay begins to yell but Voight silently raises a hand in response, signaling Jay to stop abruptly in the middle of his very loud sentence.

“Jay this isn’t up for discussion, you’re obviously upset and you have every right to be. But you’re not in the right headspace to be involved in this investigation,” Voight explains, only making Jay angrier.

“What kind of investigation?” Jay questions, not knowing much about what happened.

“A murder,” Voight responds shortly.

“What? Who? I don’t understand, they said she was fine I- ,” Jay starts in.

“She is fine, but she did witness a murder. However she can’t I.D. the suspect so if we need her moving forward for anything, I’ll let you know,” Voight cuts Jay off for the second time and Jay did not take kindly to being put on the bench.

“Fine, but I want five minutes,” Jay growls under his breath, knowing that Voight would understand that request: five minutes alone in a room with the assailant, no cameras and absolutely no laws.

“Deal,” Voight responded flatly, nodding once to solidify the agreement between them.

Jays rage boiled as his anxiety ate away at him. In truth he hated anxiety, it made him feel helpless and in turn that pissed him off. There was nothing Jay hated more than feeling helpless, especially when it comes to the woman he loves. Sitting there waiting to see her was excruciating, even though others had assured him she was okay, he still couldn’t stifle this feeling chewing away at the corner of his mind.

“She’s ready for you,” a nurse says as she stops in front of Jay, pulling him away from his thoughts. He stands abruptly and follows the nurse to her room. Upon seeing her sitting in the hospital bed, her knees at her chest and a bandage on her wrist, a pang shot through his chest; she just looked so small.

“Hey baby,” he said softly as he stepped in the room, her head snapped towards the doorway and she sprang from her position on the bed when she saw it was him. She collided with his frame, clutching onto him for dear life.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. I got you,” he said as he wrapped his arms around her, one hand going to cradle the back of her head. He dips lower to nuzzle the junction between her jaw and neck, then moving up to kiss her temple. He holds her there just for a second to breathe her in and finally feel at peace for the first time within the last hour. Pulling away he cups both of her cheeks, looking into the eyes of the one thing he couldn’t live without. For a moment he thought he’d lost her, getting that call from Kim in the early hours of the morning and the first thing he heard being “You need to get to Med immediately, I’m here with your girlfriend and -,” but he never let Kim finish her sentence. His adrenaline made it hard to think clearly as the worst possible scenarios kept coming to him.

“Baby what happened?” Jay spoke softly as he led them to sit back down on the hospital bed.

“I don’t know, it all happened so fast. I left the bar and was walking back to the apartment when all of a sudden I heard this noise.” She paused as a grimace adorned her face. “He was killing him Jay, right in front of me! I didn’t know what to do so I took out the gun you gave me. I told him to stop and…” she trails off as the feeling of the warm blood on her face crawls back into the forefront of her memory. Jays face morphed into one of panic as his imagination filled in the blank space she had left in the ever thickening air.

“Baby, did he hurt you? Did he…?” Jay asks hesitantly, his hands shaking as he held each of her shoulders so she was square in front of him.

“No, no. He actually said he wouldn’t,” she responded, this notion still puzzled her. Jay looked almost exactly how she felt; utterly confused. He was relieved of course but he didn’t understand how she had been caught in the middle of such a dangerous situation and left without a scratch, other than her hand.

Her hand, Jay thought suddenly. Looking down from where he was holding her gaze and his eyes land on the bandaged appendage.

“What’s this then?” Jay questions, an eyebrow raising as he motioned to her broken hand.

“I punched him and ran as fast as I could,” she responded, a small smile appearing on her face. “Just like you taught me,” she finished.

“That’s my girl,” Jay smirked, “God, honey you had me so worried,” he sighed as he brought her into another embrace. “I’m gonna get us home and then it’ll be like this never happened. Everything will be okay baby, you’re safe now,” Jay assured her as he ran a hand soothingly down her back.

I’ll kill whoever put her through this, the thought raced through Jay’s head, along with many others. He couldn’t calm down and what worried him most was he didn’t know why. The initial reassurance of seeing her for himself had faded and the anxiety that he felt from before had returned. But why?

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Why did I lie? She thought to herself.

She had never felt more confused in her life. This entire situation didn’t seem possible, how was it that she of all people had stumbled upon two dead men, but with one’s heart still beating? It was true, she had witnessed a murder. But the man she saw committing it should have been dead as well. She knew this because she had reported on his death during her time as a reporter for a local New York City news station.

He was supposed to be dead, she thought. She had lied to the detectives who questioned her on the crime she witnessed, telling them she hadn’t seen the assailants face, but she had. She caught a glimpse of his face when he was walking towards her, that striking mugshot had been burned into her mind, she would have known it anywhere. It was his eyes, she couldn’t read them. As if she was staring into waters so deep she couldn’t tell where the surface began. He had known things, he had done things. But why didn’t he hurt her?

That’s why she lied. There were too many questions to try to answer at the present moment, all she wanted was to return home and crawl into bed with the man she loved. But she knew she wouldn’t be able to keep this itch at bay. She had to know for herself, she had to know; why in the hell Frank Castle was alive and well in Chicago?

#jay halstead #chicago pd #one chicago #jay halstead x reader #chicago pd crossover #jay halstead fanfiction #jay halstead angst #frank castle x reader #the punisher #the punisher fanfiction #frank castle fanfiction

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manhandlememando · 2 months

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that’s pookie right there 😘

Frank in a hoodie 🖤

#frank castle #the punisher #jon bernthal #i just want to boop his nose

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manhandlememando · 2 months

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I’ve been seeing posts like this over the past couple days. Please don’t use mine or any other fic writers work without their specific consent for AI or any other kind of chat bot.

given recent events…

I do not consent to my fics being fed to AI or used to make AI chat bots. please don’t do it to me or to other fic writers unless you get their very clear consent to do so.

this includes stealing the premise of a fic written by someone else in order to make a chat bot for the character.

#psa

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manhandlememando · 3 months

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Gravity Ch. 7

din djarin x f!reader

TW: din whump, description of bomb related destruction, slight injury description, the Razor Crest served long and faithfully but unfortunately did not make it out of this chapter alive. third person POV (she/her)

word count: 2,731

a/n: this chapter is itty bitty because i split the original ch. 7 in half. BUT FEAR NOT chapter 8 will be right around the corner and will most definitely contain MDNI warnings; so be prepared.

series is ongoing

series masterlist:

BANG

She jolts awake from the peaceful sleep she so rarely gets to experience, having heard a large explosive sound she gets up immediately to search for what may have caused such a thing. Din awoke with the movement of her getting up, groaning and turning over.

“Din, I heard something.” She says quietly as he begins to sit up, he reaches down to grab his helmet and put it back on before she turned on the lights in the small courters.

He moved quickly to the door as another large sound rang throughout the ship. The left engine, for Makers sake, Din realizes this in his hurry and rushes to mend the problem.

As she waits she wonders if this engine problem will be reparable without having to land at the nearest port. The door hisses as it opens to reveal Din, his helmet hides his expression but by the slump of his shoulders she could tell something was amiss.

“I’m so sorry, but it’s not looking like something I can fix myself. I have to land at the nearest port but…” he trails off as if not wanting to reveal something.

“What?” She asks inquisitively, an air of caution to her tone.

“We have to go back to Tatooine, Peli is the only mechanic I trust to touch this ship.” He says apprehensively, knowing the backlash he would receive.

“Din… no, I won’t, we have to go somewhere else,” she says in a stern tone, making her boundary known.

“You can stay sealed in the ship the whole time, Peli will be there in the mechanics bay, it will be fine,” Din reassured, knowing her worry that those who were still looking for them would recognize the ship and come for them.

“No one will hurt you, mesh’la. No one, I promise,” Din assured her once more, gathering her in his arms and running a large hand over the crown of her head in a soothing manner. Din hated to put her in this emotional position but he wouldn’t be able to get to any other planet at this point, their trajectory set for Tatooine already.

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Once in the mechanics bay Din made sure to inform Peli of the importance of keeping the ship sealed, for the girls sake. Peli understood immediately and assured Din she would keep an eye out for any suspicious activity or persons near the bay. Even going as far as powering up her “defense mechanism”, which seemed to be a de-programmed battle droid. It made him uneasy, but he also knew Peli and what she was capable of, and if she said the droid was safe, then he would have to believe her. Din then proceeded to exit the bay, on his way to the local merchant in the more populated districts of Mos Eisley to get much needed supplies and food rations.

With the knowledge that Din wouldn’t be with her the entire time, but instead would be leaving the mechanics bay to go do Maker knows what, her throat tightened as the anxiety set in. She understood that Din wasn’t her sole protector, that she could defend herself and that her own autonomy was her responsibility, no one else’s. But Din’s presence always made the feeling of confidence within her grow exponentially, covering her whole body in the warmth of reassurance.

Even though she knew Din had instructed Peli to keep the ship sealed, within only thirty minutes of mindlessly wandering the ship she was starting to go insane. The constant banging and loud sounds from outside the ship caused her to jump frequently. So much for easing my anxiety, she thought to herself, another loud CLANG came from outside the ship, but this sound was different. It was as if something had hit the ship, something much stronger than any hammer Peli had. She tensed, suddenly hearing distant yelling from beyond the metal confines of the ship.

“No, no, no,” she whispered quietly to herself, frantically beginning to search for any semblance of armor or a weapon when the main hull door opened with a hiss of air. Turning sheet white she froze, unable to think as she witnessed a form ascend into the hull of the ship. There’s dust billowing into the ship, as if it had been set loose from the ground by something high-impact, like a heavy artillery blaster shot. Slowly shrinking behind a corner wall in the hull, holding a blaster to her chest, she prepares for a firefight. But to her surprise she hears Peli call her name into the ship. As she emerges from around the corner, she sees a large, more anthropomorphic, droid standing in the hull next to Peli. Her hair was even more disheveled than normal, sticking in every direction and sizzling slightly.

“I didn’t mean to scare you, honey, but we need to go now,” Peli spoke, continuing to check the outside of the ship, as if waiting for someone to appear.

“What’s going on?” She asks, slowly moving towards Peli, very cautious of this unknown droid that was standing immobile in front of her. Its eyes glowed red and it stood perfectly still, as if waiting for instruction.

“I’m not sure, honestly. But I do know we’re being attacked, that’s why I brought out Big Red here,” she says gesturing to the towering droid. “It won’t hurt you, it’s a security protocol,” she says as the girl makes her way around the chunk of metal to the hull door.

“Now go get everything you can carry, we need to leave the mechanical bay entirely,” Peli instructed, she then turned to the droid and instructed it to man the entrances and to kill any unwanted visitors. She then began to help the other woman gather things from the ship, shoving as many weapons and gadgets into burlap sacks she had brought onto the ship.

“Not my first time having to evacuate a ship before,” Peli explained when the younger woman looked to the burlap bags with a questioning expression.

“Just grab everything you can, I don’t want to be here if those things come back,” Peli said. However as she finished her thought, blaster fire could be heard from outside the Razor Crest, meaning someone was trying to get back into the mechanics bay.

“Too late,” Peli mutters.

“How will we -,” she begins to ask Peli but instead of providing her an answer, Peli grabs her free hand and drags her to the back of the ship.

“There’s an evacuation hatch in the floor of this thing somewhere,” she said as she lifted a small mat on the floor, under it was a door. “There we go,” Peli exclaims with a smile.

“You go first,” she gestures to the young woman standing behind her.

After they successfully pushed through the small evacuation hatch, the two women slowly made their way to another emergency exit in the corner of the bay. Blaster fire still being heard from the entrance, the droid holding off the intruders for the time being. Peli quickly ushered herself and the other woman to safety, making their way to another bay of a friend of Peli’s.

“She’ll take care of us until Din returns and we can come up with a plan to get the Razor Crest back,” Peli explains as they descend into the shop of another ship mechanic.

It’s then that the ground explodes with movement, the stairs crack and crumble as both of the women lose their footing and fall over each other. The noise is deafening, an explosive rumble that physically shakes the concrete of the building, creating fisures in the walls and ceiling. As the intensity of the situation subsides the young woman opens her eyes to see rubble surrounding her and the older woman. Peli groans as she rolls over onto her stomach, working her way to her feet. She helps the other woman to her feet as they take in the scene around them. A massive plume of smoke has erupted into the sky from the direction they had just come from. With the realization beginning to sink in, both Peli and her gasp, the Razor Crest had just been bombed.

A shaking hand is placed over her mouth as another realization comes to her, she could've been in the ship, they both had just come so close to death.

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Din was conversing with an older bounty hunter, trying to locate his old boss, Greef Karga, in order to get work. As he began to buy supplies he realized how little money he actually had. The conversation is cut short by an earth-shattering noise, a low rumble followed that shook everything on the ground. Din’s head whipped in the direction of the noise and his eyes are met with the most horrific sight; a plume of smoke billowing from the mechanic bay she is in. Without another word to his fellow bounty hunter Din took off sprinting in the direction of his ship, and her. As he approached the scene, he was struck with anguish as he witnessed flames and smoke envelope the entire building, the ship buried under rubble. His mind was racing and without a second thought Din sealed his helmet and ran into the flames. Yelling, screaming her name, calling out for Peli, but no one answered. The flames began to eat away at the fabric of his flight suit and the seal on his helmet released without warning as the flames and heat ate through more of his clothes. He continued to call her name, his lungs beginning to fill with smoke as the fire grew hotter and spread faster. Digging through metal and concrete he couldn’t find any trace of her or Peli. He couldn’t breathe, he couldn’t think, his eyes stung as tears flooded from them.

Maker, please no, please I can’t lose her, Din thought as he tried to make his way out of the burning catastrophe that was Peli’s mechanic bay. His vision began to blur as the smoke seeped into his lungs, suffocating him from the inside out. He made it to what used to be the stairs that descended into the shop, but now were chunks of concrete stacked haphazardly upon each other. Dragging himself up the embankment of crumbled concrete he was able to make it to his feet and with every last piece of strength in his body he was able to walk out of the burning structure before the arch above the stairs collapsed in on itself.

“Mando!” He heard someone call, but he couldn’t lift his head from the sand to see who had called for him. He heard his title called again, this time it seemed closer than before, and through the fits of coughing he was experiencing he suddenly realized he knew that voice.

“Oh, Maker,” the person gasped above him, falling to their knees and beginning to pull him up onto their lap.

“Din, it’s me, I’m here. Okay? I’m right here,” she spoke calmly, but he could hear the quiver in her voice.

Through the smoke inhalation his mind couldn’t comprehend anything other than that he knew who was talking to him. It took him a moment to focus in on their face, and the second his vision became clearer he couldn’t breathe all over again. It was her, she was alive.

It was as if new life had been breathed into his limp body, but as he moved to sit up he felt the pain of the burns and his lungs began to give out again. Gripping onto her forearms to steady himself he relaxed back into her lap, breathing ragged as his adrenaline began to dissipate. She cradles his helm as she tried to keep him conscious. Turning to the older woman standing next to her, she instructs her to get a speeder car to transport them to Mos Espos. She knew of medical clinics with bacta tanks in the more populated parts of the biggest city on Tatooine.

Peli frantically ran for help as more people came out into the street to see what had happened. The speeder took little time to show up, faster than any officials of Mos Eisley (if there were any). She and Peli hoisted the beskar clad warrior onto the hunk of metal and set off across the sands of the barren planet. As they drove further away from Mos Eisley she and Peli took one last look back on the destruction that took place, tears in their eyes as they continued on towards safer territory.

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Once in Mos Espos it was as if solace had found them first in the form of a woman dressed in traditional assassins attire, and carrying a large blaster to match. Her face was striking, her eyes as dark as her hair, and she had an amused smile on her face as she approached the speeder car.

“This one just can’t stay away from near death experiences, can he?” She asks as she approaches the speeder, shaking her head as she observed the damage. She puts her hand out as if to shake, which the other young woman takes hesitantly.

“Fennec Shand, I know you don’t know me, but he does. If you’ll come with me I can get him the medical help he needs,” she explains, moving in to the speeder car next to her and the Mandalorian, Peli sitting in the back keeping ahold of their belongings from the ship. Looking skeptically at Fennec she doesn’t start the speeder immediately.

“He’s already in shock, do you want it to progress?” Fennec questions, and with that comment they were swerving through the streets of Mos Espos towards a location only Fennec knew, and so their future lies with her and the “medical” treatment she knew of.

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Fennec Shand seemed to be telling the truth, having brought them to the most grand place in the city, the Daimo’s palace which was currently occupied by the Madalorian, Boba Fett. At their arrival, Din was quickly moved to the bacta tank within the palace. She and Peli were then escorted by Fennec herself to see the Daimo Boba Fett. But as they continued down the sand-dusted corridors of the palace, she couldn’t help but feel more exposed without Din’s presence.

“Is there any way we could put off introductions until tomorrow, when Din is well enough to vouch for both myself and Peli?” She asked of the skilled assassin leading the way in front of them. Fennec slowly turned, a suspicious look in her eye, but after a moment of thinking she softly nodded at the other two women. Fennec then turned the party around and led them back up the corridor they came, knowing that Boba Fett would be upset with the lack of respect. The young woman had only vaguely heard of Boba Fett, but knowing Din’s abilities as a Mandalorian, she could only imagine who this man must be.

After being led back into the main part of the palace, she requested of Shand that she and Peli be able to sleep there, which Fennec obliged without complaint. Setting up the cot next to the bacta tank she looked through the glass at the stripped down man before her. His helmet still adorned his head as well as shorts around his waist to preserve some amount of decency. Touching the glass where his head lay, she remembers how that metal of his helmet felt beneath her finger tips as she held him in her lap not even 6 hours prior. She missed the warmth of his skin more than ever, now looking at the warped surface of his arms, torso and lower parts of his legs, she wonders how long it will take to heal it all. She remembers hearing his cries of her name, the hoarse tone of his voice as the smoke clouded his throat. He sounded so lost, so hurt, like his whole world just ended. With the loss of the Razor Crest, in some sense a part of his world had ended. But what she didn’t know was in that moment he couldn't have cared less, if he had lost her, he would have lost himself completely.

"Please be okay," she whispers as she presses her lips to the glass, "and sleep well."

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