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happy74827 · 2 years

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Haunted Memory

[Winchester Family & Winchester!Reader]

Synopsis: Even after 10 years, the Winchesters can’t let go of the past (Written in Dean’s POV).

WC: 1,893

Category: Angst, Character Death

To be honest, I have no idea what made my mind come up with this lmao, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless. Feel free to reblog and drop a few comments, I’d love to hear what you think about this one.

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Dean stood between them with tears that threatened to fall down his cheeks. His body froze as he was mortified by what had been said.

Just moments prior, he was begging his father and brother to stop arguing. Begging for a moment of peace between them but it was futile. He was a ghost, unable to be seen and heard. All he was able to do was watch and witness the argument enter chaos.

“Sam,” The eldest Winchester growled, fury hidden in his dark chocolate eyes. His hair was all matted, his body worn out from the current stress they were under. Dean could tell his dad was tired, tired of everything. “Don’t start this now.”

“No, Dad, I think I will.” Sam slammed the duffle bag on the ground, his hands gripping the end bar of the bed. A mash of green and purple radiated his knuckles as he clenched his palms to fists. “You think I wouldn’t find out? The stuff from Bobby? You’re planning on bringing the demon here, aren’t you? To have some… stupid macho showdown.”

“I have a plan, Sam—“

“That is exactly my point! Dean is dying, and you have a plan!” The young Winchester’s eyes flashed angrily, his grip tightening with every word. “You know… you care more about this demon than you do your own sons!”

At this, John exploded. Fury blinded him as he sat up, pointing his index finger at the boy. “Do not tell me how I feel! I am doing this for Dean.”

“How?! How’s revenge gonna help him?!“ Sam’s cheeks flushed, and his facial muscles became rigid. His hand released the bar, momentarily, before slamming back down onto it once again. “You’re not thinking about anyone but yourself, it’s the same selfish obsession.”

“Come on guys, don’t do this!” Dean pleaded, his eyes begging towards Sam, but nothing could be heard.

“It’s funny you know what, I thought this was your obsession too.” John argued, “this demon… it killed your mother, killed your girlfriend—“

“…but it didn’t kill her, now did it?”

The sounds of footsteps running back and forth. That could be heard all from within the room. The silence was deafening. Dean swore he could hear his own heart shatter into a million pieces as his eyes glossed over at his brother who, he himself, had to take a minute to realize what came out of his mouth.

Dean knew and understood the pain that Sam carried. John was never a good father to them, he was more of a drill sergeant than anything, but deep down he knew his father loved him. Loved all of you in his own twisted little way.

That’s why when Sam spat out that sentence, it stung him like venom as his angry self conscious knew it would.

Their sister, you, was an untouchable topic. It pained each and every one of them to think about it. Even the mention of it made Dean want to drown himself in alcohol to forget. Of course it never worked. He never forgot. He couldn’t. It was deeply engrained in his mind.

As Dean recalled, his 16-year old self was helping his dad pack the Impala for another drive. For another motel and another hunt. John had just wrapped up a werewolf hunt, killing its pack, before coming back to collect you all.

However, his father had unknowingly made the fatal mistake of not double tapping them, causing them to follow him home, leading them straight to you and Sam.

Dean remembered the gunshots and the screams of terror coming from the third story. He remembered the exact way his father knew the sound of his daughter, you, at the speed of a snap — reaching for his shotgun in the trunk compartment before storming up the stairs in lightning speed. Dean had followed close behind, not knowing what else to do.

John had loaded his shotgun “Terminator Style” before kicking the door open, revealing the horrific sight that Dean was never able to leave behind.

Sam was crying uncontrollably in the corner, petrified, as a werewolf laid on top of you. His claws deep in your chest. Dean had scanned the room, finding two more dead on the floor with a pistol residing just a couple feet from your bloodied-up hand.

In a half of a second, he had pieced together what had happened.

The window, which allowed your screams to echo down to the car, was infiltrated by the three werewolves that John had evidently missed. Two of them probably rushed Sam which resulted in silver-bullet headshots by you with dad’s pistol that he’d must’ve left on the table. The third, however, must’ve caught you by surprise, resulting in the pistol being knocked out of your reach.

John moved like a machine, rapidly shooting and reloading as he approached you, causing Dean to drag sobbing 11-year old Sam behind him to safety.

The werewolf looked up, growling and hissing with its teeth before one of John’s bullets went through its eyes, causing it to release its grip on you. After a few more bullets to the chest, Dean watched as his father pulled the corpse off of you, dropping his gun, before encasing you in his arms.

“Sweetheart, h-honey..” John’s voice was shaken, quivering as he took in the sight you. Dean couldn’t forget the amount of blood that stained the carpet, stained the furniture. It was nauseating.

He could still hear your whimpers and silent cries in his mind. You couldn’t speak or move, only gasping for air as dad started to apply a tourniquet with his belt against your gushing leg, one of the many wounds you had. Your name came out as whispers as he pleaded you to stay awake for him.

Dean still remembered the urgency in his dad’s voice. It was shaken and panicked, a sound he’d never heard from his father before. “Dean! Get me the towels out of the bathroom… all of them, now!”

After finishing the tourniquet, John had wrapped and packed your entire stomach with towels like you were a pillow case. Dean eventually had to drag Sam out of his frozen state by the arm, following his dad who rushed down the stairs, gingerly carrying you within his arms.

The drive to the hospital was John going about thirty miles over the speeding limit, barking orders at the boys to keep pressure on your stomach. Dean’s mind finally caught up with him as his hands found themselves covered with blood. You were dying.

His baby sister was dying.

And that you did, three nights later. And the bitch of it was? You had just turned fourteen.

Two weeks prior, you held an untamable smile when Dean was able to scrap enough extra money for the camera you had always wanted. Now, that birthday was a haunted memory. A joyful memory that was replaced with darkness.

Your heart gave out when Dean held your hand, begging for you to pull through. In a matter of seconds he and Sam were thrown out of the room, their eyes bloodshot with tears as the nurses and doctors shut the door and closed the binds.

The entire time of you being in the hospital, dad had only visited you twice — the first time was when you had gotten out of surgery. After seeing you in the hospital bed, all broken, he couldn’t bare to look at you. His heart sank at the constant reminder that he failed his daughter. His only job was to protect his kids and he failed. And for that, he had Bobby watch the boys for those long nights while dad sat there in the waiting room, refusing to see the pain he had inflicted.

The second time he saw you was when you were pronounced dead.

One thing about John Winchester was that he never allowed his kids to see him break down, especially little Sam. To him, he needed to be strong for them. Because in his eyes, “someone had to.” It was part of the reason why he’d dumped you all on Bobby’s porch so much. When his walls were about to shatter, he made sure you were all out of sight.

But that night, he cracked. His walls broke down and Dean witnessed it all.

Bobby had taken Sam to get some ice cream, offering Dean to join, but he’d declined wanting to stay behind for you. If there was a chance you’d wake up again, he wanted to be there when you did.

Dean was sitting in the waiting room when the doctors called it. He was unaware for a few minutes, waiting anxiously as his father disappeared into the hall with the doctor. It was about five minutes after midnight — twenty minutes later — when he heard crashes and sobs coming from the mens bathroom.

Dean quietly left his chair to investigate the noise to which he had soon regretted when he had peeked inside. His father was in the midst of smashing the sink’s mirror against the marble flooring, following with broken and angry sobs. The entire bathroom was destroyed. Toilet paper were covering each stall. The floors were covered in glass from the other mirrors with toilet paper holders that were smashed to oblivion… never in his life had Dean witnessed his father shattered from the inside out.

It was at that moment that your older brother realized you didn’t make it through the night. His father’s actions were confirmation enough.

Dean never spoke a word to this about Sam or John. He kept his discovery silent, acting shocked with Sam once Bobby confirmed the sad news. He had also found out later it was Bobby and dad’s old pal, Deacon, who paid the bill and the property damage.

After the burial, he never saw dad like that again. He became cold, colder than before. John had failed and so he practically dropped the father act completely, becoming a drill sergeant. Every chance he got, John shoved the hunter life and survival instincts down his kids’ throats. Never letting them forget it.

From there he’d done some pretty awful things, but the one thing he never did was blame your death onto them. Your death was a “horrid accident” as Bobby said, stating that it wasn’t anyone’s fault.

Being the older brother, he had to constantly remind those words to Sam as the guilt for standing in the corner, watching the werewolf do nothing but tear your insides out, took over. A lot of those nights ended in Sam crying uncontrollably in his brother’s arms, faintly listening to Dean hum Hey Jude in his ear.

The memory made Dean shed a tear as he glanced back towards his broken family.

John had remained still, the anger long washed away at the slightest mention of you. It was evident the guilt still haunted him.

When Sam started up the fight again, bringing another past incident up, Dean drawed the line and surprised himself by Swayze-ing the glass that the nurse had left for their father. The two breathing Winchester’s paused rather quickly, with the youngest realizing that it hadn’t just been the two of them in there alone.

And unbeknownst to Dean, he wasn’t the only non-breathing Winchester in the room either.

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kaiju-dayo · 2 years

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CN palette with Wolverine & Jubilee 💕

#you see the pattern here #mentor and sidekick #father-daughter #gotta be my favorite dynamics #mochidayo #marvel #xmen #wolverine #jubilee #procreate #cmyk palette

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latuarts · 6 months

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#hotd #house of the dragon #rhaenyra targaryen #king viserys #viserys targaryen #father-daughter #ao3 fic #duty and sacrifice #rhaenyra the blessed #rhaenyra x alicent #alicent hightower

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badassturtles235147 · 9 months

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Like Master, Like Student

Hi, I would like to talk about Shredder and Karai. I say this all the time, that Shredder and Karai, were never father and daughter to each other. I do not know why some people think their relationship was so great, when it wasn’t. There were obvious signs that Karai showed of abuse and toxic relationship, she had with Shredder but that’s not what I want to start with, let’s start with both their backstories.

I think Shredder and Karai both showed us in this show is that who you are raised by matters but who you come from also matters. They both make you into the person that you will grow to be, and I am going to explain, starting with Shredder.

Oroku Saki was taken in by Hamato Yuuta, after he killed his father and destroyed the Foot Clan. Now, we do not know much of Shredder’s childhood, but we can guess he was raised the same way as Splinter. Shredder and Splinter both share some similarities, even though they are complete opposites and not really blood, they still share some quirks. Still, we can see In the Tale of the Yokai that Oroku Saki, was definitely not a Hamato, even before he knew what his heritage was.

Unlike Hamato Yoshi, Saki showed us even before he became the Shredder that he was jealous, sneaky backstabbing, selfish, lying, and dishonorable creep! Now we all feel jealousy but how we act on it separates us. Despite Shen being married to his brother and having a baby with him, Saki still tries to steal her away from him!

“Shen, take me back. I will help you take care of Miwa, we will go to New York together, the three of us. I am a different man than the one you once knew. Believe me.”

In that scene with Shen, Saki shows even then that he is obsessive and manipulative! Any other man would have given up at this point when the woman they once loved has moved on and any other brother would never try to steal their brother’s happiness but not Saki, nope! He does not care that Shen is married to Yoshi or that she has a baby, and he definitely does not care about his relationship with his brother who once was his best friend. All he wanted was Shen and whatever Shredder wanted, he would get, he refused to be denied of anything. He did not care what he had to do to get to his goal, just as long as he got there.

“I overheard your conversation with Yoshi. It is futile you know; he will never leave the Clan.”

I thought Shredder was a complete asshole when he said that. I mean, he is all the time but that moment...UGH! He tried to use Shen’s fears of her family’s future and the care that she held for him, against her! And Saki, we all know you did not just, ‘overheard.’ You were spying on them and waiting for the perfect moment to attack. Don’t say stupid stuff. You are lucky Shen is so kindhearted and sees you as a ‘good man’, otherwise, she would have caught your BS.

Now, we do not know what Shredder’s parents were like, but we can guess that he got this behavior from them. I mean, they had to be just as evil, if not worse as Shredder is if it caused the Hamato Clan to end them. Despite never knowing or being raised by the Foot, he still grows to become like them. We do not know how Saki found out the truth about his heritage and I HATE Nickelodeon for that. That detail seems important. To me, it looked like it just came out of no where but whatever. When he found out the truth, that is when he really allowed his true colors to show.

I do not know what Saki thought Shen would think when he vowed revenge on the Hamato Clan but I doubt that she would have liked it, even if she hadn’t picked Yoshi.

“Shen, I ask you one last time. Make the right choice.”

I do not think the ultimatum when Saki said this was, ‘Choose me or I turn evil.’ I think he was still planning to seek revenge on the Hamato Clan either way. I think the ultimatum was, ‘Choose me or I kill Yoshi.’

I think Saki wanted to spare his brother, despite his hate for him. Part of him knows that Yoshi had nothing to do with the lies he has been raised to believe and maybe, a little part remembers his best friend. That scene showed a little part of his Hamato before he banished that part himself away completely. He tried to spare, tried to be his version of merciful but at the end of the day, he did not care about Yoshi, all he wanted was Shen.

That is the main reason for their rivalry. It had nothing to do with a fight between two Clans that happened decades ago. It was all about Tang Shen; she was the center of it all which was not her fault at all. She did not ask for this. Saki is the one who caused it all, but he does not see it that way, he sees Yoshi as the backstabbing, manipulative one.

When Saki killed Tang Shen, you could see the unbelievable horror written all over his face. I think his guilt, caused him to turn, not just evil, but cruel and dark as well. Then, what Hamato Yuuta did to him, he did to Karai. He killed her parents and stole her away, raising her to believe she was his daughter.

TRAGIC! :(

Let’s get into Karai now! :)

Since the beginning, Karai has shown us that she is her true parents’ daughter. Despite being raised by Shredder, Karai has shown that she is honorable, loyal, compassionate, and free-spirited.

At the beginning, Karai did not seem to care much for vengeance. She believed in it and did not care if her ‘father’ did it, sure but she was not obsessive and she did not let vengeance be her whole life.

“It’s all he talks about. Revenge, revenge, vendetta, vendetta.”

“Really? I take it you don’t approve?”

“No, I’m fine with it. I’m just saying, he needs a hobby.”

Karai did not mind or care about revenge back then, but she was lying when she said, she approved of it. You can tell, if you listen close behind her mockery (That she no doubt inherited from Splinter) that she was annoyed with Shredder’s vengeance.

Let’s face it, Shredder’s whole identity is based on revenge, and he tried to make that Karai’s identity. She had a different lookout on life then Shredder, different opinions and...a different idea of family. Like her mother and father both, Karai would do anything to protect the people she cared about and back then, that was Shredder.

Even though he was not really a father, back then he was all Karai had and I personally think she was waiting and hoping that he would change and become more fatherly towards her. I mean, she only waited 15 years, what’s a few more? lol.

Karai has always been good at seeing past vengeance and looking at the bigger picture.

“Distraction? Father, don’t you want to know what’s going on? Robots and creators? Splinter’s disciples are turtles, mutants! Your own men got turned into hideous freaks! Don’t you think we should be finding out what’s going on? I mean, there’s more to life than your vendetta.”

“There is nothing more!”

We can see here that even though Karai is contently afraid of Shredder and is desperate to seek his approval, he does not have complete control over her. Unlike Shredder, Karai sees that there is a bigger fight happening than Shredder’s petty fight with Splinter but of course, Shredder does not care.

He literally sacrifices the whole Earth, just to kill Splinter! Remember? When those dino aliens attacked. Karai would never do that though. She would have focused on the big fight, the more important fight first then the little petty ones after. She was willing to work with Leo who is supposed to be her enemy, in order to stop the Kraang from attacking the Earth. That shows her true father’s side of her. Honor before revenge.

When Shredder tries to make her feel guilty and manipulate her, Karai does not fall for it. He managed to make her feel bad, but he did not get control. Karai is rebellious like her father and bold like her mother. If she has to go against Shredder and fight alone, then she will in order to do what she thinks is right.

Unfortunately, slowly falls into vengeance when Leo went behind her back and tried to kill Shredder. (Way to go Leo. Idiot.) Karai was hurt that the first friend she made since she moved to New York stabbed her in the back and tried to take away the only family she had. Then when Splinter almost killed Shredder, that is really when her Foot Clan- self came out. Ruthless, vengeful, hateful, and cold-hearted.

Seeing Splinter no doubt tigered it. After all, this was the man who she believed killed her mother and she just watched him almost kill her so-called father. But even though she was more determined to have revenge on Splinter than before, when Splinter was captured by her and Tigerclaw, she got to finally see him, hear him.

‘At least, I do not wear a mask. Hiding what little humanity, I have left.’

“It is because of you that I wear this mask!”

“All these years, you continue to deceive yourself and everyone around you.”

That moment when Splinter made eye contact with Karai, you could see she felt something. That is why she gave Splinter a fighting chance. She felt something was not right and she could not go through with it.

Then...she finds out the truth. Karai solution was the kill Shredder and seek revenge, but it always ended with terrible consequences.

‘After all this time I have learned that vengeance only leads to more pain.’

Karai did not listen to her father’s advice because she did not understand how ending Shredder could lead to more pain when it could free them of having to worry about him attacking. So, she went against her father’s words and went to fight Shredder.

She got mutated, experimented on, mind controlled, and hurt because of the revenge rout but still, Karai did not care, she still did not understand the price of vengeance...not until her brother, Donatello, almost died because of her explosions.

That is when Karai slowly begins to leave the vengeance path and start seeing the bigger picture again. When Karai’s face got burned, I think that is when she saw herself becoming Shredder and finally started to understand what her father has been telling her. Seeing Donnie ok and the brothers laughing, it meant much more to her than her petty fight with Shredder. If it was Shredder, he would have not cared about another life, just his revenge but Karai cares deeply about her father, brothers and Shinigami.

Like Splinter and Raphael both, Karai does not care about risking her own life but when it comes to the people she cares about, that is where she draws a line. She would never risk anyone’s life for her goal. Karai starts to grow and mature, and we see her becoming a true Hamato instead of Foot.

Karai and Shredder’s back story are so similar but so different as well. Yes, Hamato Yuuta killed Shredder’s parents and raised him into believing that he was his son, but he attacked the Foot Clan to protect his clan and he took Saki in because he could not just abandon him. With Shredder, he killed Karai’s parents out of jealousy, and he took Karai in because he wanted to continue to punish Splinter even in death but also because she was the last piece of her mother. It was not because he cared or wanted to save her. They do end in the same way though, despite who they were raised by Karai and Shredder both went into their true roots and became their true selves but with everything they were raised and taught with them.

Shredder - Evil from Good

Karai - Good from Evil.

(I’m going to rewrite the father, like daughter one next. I hated how it turned out and I feel like I did not explain it all that well. Till next time!)

#tmnt karai #tmnt shredder #Headcanon #fakefather #father-daughter #Splinter #tmnt tang shen

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theoscarsproject · 8 months

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The Journey of Natty Gann (1985). In the 1930s, a tomboy runs away from her guardian to join her single father who is 2,000 miles away, where he has found work.

I'm a bit of a sucker for stories about kids and animals, and in that sense, this is just a really sweet family film. It does a pretty good job of navigating the darker themes both of the Great Depression, and of being a girl alone on a journey, without allowing them to overpower the main themes of connection, adventure and the wild. It did veer into caricature sometimes with the supporting cast, and I wish it hadn't done the romance at the end. 6/10.

#the journey of natty gann #1985 #Oscars 58 #Nom: Costume #america #american #great depression #1930s #father-daughter #animals #adventure #jeremy kagan #Jeanne Rosenberg #Meredith Salenger #john cusack #Ray Wise #6/10

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nerdytextileartist · 1 year

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Roy and Lian Harper celebrate Valentine’s Day at a father-daughter dance. Lian is wearing an ao dai that Roy bought for her for Tết.

#roy harper #lian harper #dc comics #valentine's 2023 #ao dai #father-daughter #arsenal #speedy #green arrow #titans #teen titans

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importantnightwerewolf · 5 months

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He's My World {Matt Murdock x daughter} - Devil's Advocate{Chapter 1} (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1208268402-he%27s-my-world-matt-murdock-x-daughter-devil%27s?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=Betobros200&wp_originator=4eXos1FCAi5WcUN15HsivUflB3u8WYQ%2BrBNMwM0%2B2KY%2Bf1FM%2BqtQTzWP2CQ5Ucil2GkP%2BUIhQNtrPYErBFC9By63PdNGWlz%2Fr%2BZtjRPW6NpiHPct8hC8CBSurqZmmBi1 -Can be read as reader insert- Rylanne Mary Murdock was born to Matt Murdock and Elektra Natchios. Her mother left her when she was young and now her father has to raise her on his own. Well... with the help of Foggy of course. Despite being autistic, she is incredibly loved. Now she's in middle school and independent. She loves her father with all of her heart. But her father has been keeping a secret from her...

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teamdilf · 11 months

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Six Sentence Sunday

Tagged by @outpost51 right here!

Tagging: @commander-krios

Writers: post (approximately) six sentences from something you’re working on. If you aren’t ready to do that, add six sentences to your WIP.

Readers: challenge yourselves to leave a six sentence comment or give a writer a six sentence prompt. (or a total of six sentences for the day)

Fans and creators alike: reblog a fandom post and add some love in the tags. Aim for 6 posts - or 6 tags. Whatever you can manage!

Castis doesn’t seek Lora out; he watches as his granddaughters brush their teeth, fills glasses of water for them both (preemptively, so they cannot use it as an excuse to leave bed), and tucks them both in, knowing that there’s a good chance one of them will sneak out of their room to join their sister in bed, and, as he usually does, he’ll pretend he cannot hear the pitter patter of little feet on the hardwood.

The door closes and he sits in the living room and turns on a documentary he’d been watching about disputed territory between two nations on Earth that did not wind up in hostilities, aside from a decades-long exchange of culturally-appropriate liquor. Blasto walks in, staring longingly at the couch, and he sighs at the dog. “I trained you better than this.”

In response, Blasto whines at him so he pats the cushion beside him and the dog jumps up and lies down next to him, resting her chin on his leg. “I am growing too lenient with you, and we risk you becoming undisciplined,” he says to the dog, who looks up at him with her big, brown eyes, so he scratches her behind the ear, thinking about how loudly Ceci would laugh if she saw him letting a pet cuddle on the furniture.

#castis vakarian #FemShep #mass effect fanfiction #WIP #six sentence sunday #J's Fics #Father-Daughter

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disastertriowriting · 2 years

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Rules: 1. This is a “gen” exchange, so there should be no romance whatsoever, but if you DO wish to include a romantic relationship, please keep it to either mentioned or minor, and confine it to canon relationship (e.g. Anidala, Kanera, Bail/Breha, and Han/Leia). 2. The fic (or art) needs to focus on the father-daughter duo(s) who you choose to write (or draw) with. 3. If you will be unable to complete your gift, please contact us as soon as possible so we can arrange an alternate gift for the giftee. 4. If possible, try to post your gift on October 6th, but if you won’t have time on that day (for whatever reason), you may submit it sometime between October 2nd and October 6th. 5. If you have any questions or concerns or comments, feel free to contact us. 6. Fics do not have to be longer than 1k-ish, and there is no maximum word count. 7. Vader is considered Anakin and vice versa. 8. You can include more than one duo in the story, as long as you focus on at least one an adequate amount. Schedule: The sign-ups will end on August 15, 2022. You will be contacted by or before August 21, 2022 with the necessary information for you to complete the gift. The deadline for entries is October 6, 2022. There will be an ao3 collection for you to add your submissions created at some point before that day. Contact: If you wish to contact us about anything, this is our email: [email protected]. Alternatively, contact us at @disastertriowriting on tumblr or at AminaGila#8549 on Discord. I sincerely hope that you all enjoy this gift exchange! :)

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fanfictasia · 1 year

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Angstober Day 28

Reunion

Spoiler: This is an excerpt from In My Head

“You’re hurting him,” Leia states flatly, taking a few steps closer, gaze drilling into Ben’s back. The thought of announcing that Vader is her father is… strange all of a sudden, and she’s hesitant for reasons that she can’t even explain to herself. Perhaps it’s because she can feel the tension in the air, and it’s as if a bomb is about to go off. She does not want to be the one who unleashes it.

“Go back to the ship,” Ben grits out, his grip on his weapon tightening. “Please.”

“No.” She shakes her head, unable to take her eyes off Vader, studying him, gauging him, wishing that she could read him better. He’s… closed to her. “Ben, I can’t. I – I need to know if – if… I –”

“Later.” He sounds tense, anxious even, and Leia suspects that the only reason Vader isn’t saying anything is because he’s trying to figure out more about her and Ben’s relationship. “We can talk about it later.”

“Who are you, child?” Vader asks suddenly. His tone is a monotone as always, but Leia can tell that he’s curious, and his anger is quieter, though his resentment is stronger.

“Don’t –” Ben begins, but Leia interrupts him. She has to do this.

“My name is Leia,” she tells him, “And I am your daughter.”

There’s a flare of horrified shock from Ben, and disbelief from Vader. “Do not play games with me,” Vader snaps, his anger back, stronger than before, though it’s now mixed with grief.

“I’m not,” she insists. “The Emperor. He told you that – that she died and that your child died. I didn’t die. He lied to you.”

“Is it true?” Vader questions, helmet turning towards Ben.

There’s a tentative pause, a moment where Leia can sense how thoroughly everything could shatter, but then, Ben replies. “Yes, it is,” he admits grudgingly.

Vader’s fists clench, the leather creaking, but he doesn’t react outwardly other than that, though Leia can sense that his emotions are in a turmoil. “You took her from me,” Vader says lowly, his rage palpable. “You hid her from me.”

“Because you would have made such a wonderful father for her while you were gallivanting around the galaxy, slaughtering innocents,” Ben deadpans.

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