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[probablyasocialecologist]

Activists are “shoplifting” from supermarket shelves and dumping the proceeds straight into the stores’ food bank bins in a “redistributive action” to protest the cost of living and the climate crisis.

[...]

“The reason we’re doing this is that supermarkets in this country have been raising their prices ahead of the rate of inflation, essentially stealing from ordinary people in order to line their packets with profits.

“We’re acting against this in order to deliver food and necessities to the people of the community that need it the most in the middle of the cost of living crisis.”

The activist is seen ripping the security tag off a tub of baby formula. He says: “This is a basic need for every family with babies and it’s £18 in Asda, which is an immense price tag. […] Supermarkets are prioritising their profits over the safety and health of families in the community.”

Xander Cloudsley, 29, a community food co-ordinator and member of This Is Rigged, the campaign group behind the actions, said: “In my job, I’ve seen the lived reality of the cost of living crisis […] while corporate giants like Tesco are boasting astonishing profits year in and year out. I’m taking action because this disparity is sickening and profoundly unfair.”

The protest comes as food bank usage – already prevalent following austerity – has surged alongside spiralling inflation.

Many supermarkets now have collection bins for food banks. In 2018, Sainsbury’s trialled dedicated shelf-edge labels alerting customers to items that food banks need. In 2022, Tesco gained positive media attention for launching a “reverse food bank” where shoppers could buy and donate goods.

Meanwhile, supermarkets have also been accused of driving inflation. Analysis from trade union Unite shows the top three supermarkets – Tesco, Sainsbury’s and Asda – have taken advantage of increased food costs and doubled their profits to £3.32bn in 2021, up 97% on 2019. Unite’s general secretary Sharon Graham has called this “greedflation” – something supermarket bosses deny.

Ironically, supermarket workers, often poorly paid themselves, are amongst those forced to turn to food banks. One supermarket worker accused Tesco of “forcing us to use food banks, while using food banks to look good.”

#uk politics #food #poverty #food banks

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[dailyadventureprompts]

Monster Hunt: Nanny Knockthrice

A series of chilling disappearances has brought your party to the edge of the mist-haunted Greyspear Forest, as well as face to face with an enemy as ancient and enduring as the stones beneath your feet

Spoken of only in hushed voices, those who live on the edge of the wood tell of a terrible figure, cruel as the harshest winter, bent with age and the weight of the bulging sack she carries. They know no name for her besides the one handed down from elders, and that she appears at the door to each homestead once a year on the same moonless night to knock three times. Terrible fates are said to befall those who answer, so the locals keep to a tradition known as Opfernoct: laying out gifts for their unwelcome guest, keeping their homes dark and quiet until dawn.

Adventure Hooks:

The party venture into the village only to see one of the nearby houses with its roof partially torn off. Asking questions results in flimsy excuses and reproachful looks from strangers, until the truth comes out: A bookish boy named Verner was apparently snatched out of his home on the recent Opfernoct having snuck a candle to read in bed. His parents, who got the boy the book for his birthday have been shamed for not keeping a better leash on their child and kept from talking to the meddlesome party for fear their actions would bring even further reprocussions.

After impressing the local nobles with their adventurous antics, the party are invited to the marquess’s hunting lodge, an event sure to be filled with revelry and rife with opportunities to court both patronage and attractive strangers. Flouting local customs, the marquis has decided to keep her estate lit through ….  Ensuring the party will go on without interruption.  What a surprise then when a thunderous knock sounds at the door, only for a giant arm to shove through the entryway and snatch up a gaggle of guests (some the party despise, some they were quite getting on with) and drag them off into the night.

Recommended Reading: Check out my write up connecting giants & the feywild, which this draws heavily from.

Background: The legend of Nanny Knockthrice begins when the first woodsman sought to make a home within the boundaries of the primeval forest. The moment his axe had sunk into the trunk of a tree, an old woman stepped from the woods and demanded that a price be paid, for these were her lands and her trees, and the woodsman . The woodsman replied that he had nothing to pay the old woman with save the tools of his trade and the clothes on his back, and he would surely die without either. If she could defer payment for a year, until his labour had built his house and filled his larder, he'd gladly let her take her pick of rewards then. The old woman assented, vanishing into the forest just as soon as she'd appeared. Like any deal with the fey the weight of the bargain could not be understood until the woman returned a year later to take her pick of what the woodsman had filled his home with over the past year... snapping his new wife off the threshhold when she came to answer the door.

Challenges & Complications:

More than just her size, impossible strength, or her ability to fade in and out of the mist, the greatest threat Nanny Knockthrice presents is that she takes hostages and is not above using them as bargaining chips against meddling heroes. She will break the limbs of her victims in full view of the party to warn them against interfering, or lob them into freezing water to slow down her pursuers. When threats fail, it's time to open her bag of tricks, which can contain anything from a raging storm, captured feywild beasts, or even the animated bones of her previous tributes. She's liable to use these surprises in between uprooting entire pine trees to use as clubs, or throwing heroes like walnuts into the next valley over.

Stalking Knockthrice may prove the better option of rescuing her victims, but will require the party to venture into the feywild, passing through a veil of mist to a wilderness even more wild and foreboding than they left behind. Getting back might likewise prove an issue, and may require them to strike their own deal with a powerful fey to get home

Nanny's lair is a tumbledown stone cottage the size of a fortress known as the keening keep. Built into the top and side of a clearcut hillstead, it surveys the surrounding woodland like an owl looking for prey. The keep originally belonged to a tribe of batlike fey known as the gloamwing courterie, who now reluctantly act as the giant's servants after their forebearer swore an inverse deal to the woodsman: letting her store her tribute in their keep for a year save for the one night she must heap it on her back and wander the mortal world. While some gloamwings are loyal to Nanny, others resent being banished to the rafters of their ancesteral home, or having to share the darkened corners with all the morose mortals Knockthrice keeps like maltreated pets. The party may be able to strike a deal, keeping in mind the bats are all as sinister as any unseelie fae and might betray them at any point just to keep things interesting.

If the party pays attention when stories are shared around the fire, they might notice a loophole in the deal struck by the woodsman: namely that Knockthrice was not allowed to take either his tools, or his clothes. In the way of fairytales, tricking the giant into accepting either of these will break the cure, though the party might need to be clever about it. The woodsman's clothes are buried with him out back of the ruins of the cabin the party will keep stumbling across in their feywild wanderings. His axe was handed down to his extended family after he died of heartbreak, and could be anywhere by now... such as hanging over the mantle of a noble's hunting lodge, buried in an innocuous tree, or in the back of a creepy peddler's cart.

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#monster hunt #giant #fey #feywild #halloween #rescue mission #forest #feywild dungeon #forest dungeon #forest monster

[calliesmemes]

EPIC: THE MUSICAL — ACT ONE

ASSORTED SENTENCE STARTERS featuring lyrics and dialogue pulled from EPIC: THE MUSICAL by Jorge Rivera-Herrans, a new concept album adapting the story of Homer’s Odyssey into a musical.

CHANGE gendered words and in-universe phrases as needed.

SPECIFY muse for multimuses.

❛ I know that I’m ready. ❜

❛ I don’t think that you’re ready. ❜

❛ Know that he will grow from a boy to an avenger. ❜

❛ I could raise him as my own. ❜

❛ Please don’t make me do this. ❜

❛ The blood on your hands is something you can’t lose — all you can choose is whose. ❜

❛ This is the will of the gods. ❜

❛ You’re as old as he was when I left for war. ❜

❛ Will these actions haunt my days? ❜

❛ Every man I’ve slain is the price I pay. ❜

❛ I would trade the world to see my son and wife. ❜

❛ When does a man become a monster? ❜

❛ When does a reason become the blame? ❜

❛ Six hundred men under my command. ❜

❛ The problem’s not the distance; it’s what lies in between. ❜

❛ My kingdom is waiting. ❜

❛ So Captain, what’s the plan? ❜

❛ Look! There, in the distance. I see an island. ❜

❛ I see a light that faintly glows. ❜

❛ Something feels off here. ❜

❛ I say we strike first; we don’t have time to waste. ❜

❛ We should try to find a way no one ends up dead. ❜

❛ You can relax, my friend. ❜

❛ I can tell that you’re getting nervous. ❜

❛ Is this how we are supposed to live? ❜

❛ Here we have a chance for some adjustment. ❜

❛ Give it a try, it's not that hard. ❜

❛ This life is amazing when you greet it with open arms. ❜

❛ Whatever we face, we'll be fine if we're leading from the heart. ❜

❛ Stay back, I'm warning you. ❜

❛ Kindness is brave. ❜

❛ Have you forgotten the lessons I taught you? ❜

❛ I see you changing from how I've designed you. ❜

❛ Have you forgotten your purpose? ❜

❛ My life has one mission. ❜

❛ We'll make a greater tomorrow. ❜

❛ Enlighten me, what's your name? ❜

❛ If you're looking for a mentor, I'll make sure your time's well spent. ❜

❛ If there's a problem, we'll have the answer. ❜

❛ I still intend to make sure you don't fall behind. ❜

❛ Don't forget that you're a warrior of a very special kind. ❜

❛ It’s almost too perfect, too good to be true. ❜

❛ Who are you? ❜

❛ We’re just travelers. We come in peace. ❜

❛ What gives you the right to deal a pain so deep? ❜

❛ Your life now is in my hands. ❜

❛ I’ll take from you like you took from me. ❜

❛ There’s been a misunderstanding. ❜

❛ Maybe you and I could make a deal. ❜

❛ I’m so glad we see eye to eye. ❜

❛ If we're defeated, they're good as dead. ❜

❛ No backup, no chance for support. ❜

❛ Our foe must be thwarted right here and now. ❜

❛ Show me how great is your will to survive. ❜

❛ Stand up and fight for your lives. ❜

❛ Defeat is not allowed. ❜

❛ We must live through this day, so fight! ❜

❛ You’ve hurt me enough. ❜

❛ You won’t live through this day. ❜

❛ We must move quickly, we don't have much time. ❜

❛ But captain, what'll we do with our fallen friends? ❜

❛ We are not to let them die in vain. ❜

❛ Our comrades will not die in vain. ❜

❛ Mercy is a skill more of this world could learn to use. ❜

❛ The blood we shed, it never dries. ❜

❛ I am neither man nor mythical. ❜

❛ You're a warrior meant to lead the rest. ❜

❛ That's just like you, why should I be surprised? Selfish and prideful and vain. ❜

❛ Every time someone dies I'm the one who is left to deal with the strain. ❜

❛ This way, you won't plague my life. ❜

❛ What a waste of effort spent. ❜

❛ At least I know what I'm fighting for. ❜

❛ Since you claim you're so much wiser, why’s your life spent all alone? ❜

❛ This day, you lost it all. ❜

❛ Is it nature or divine or a blessing in disguise? ❜

❛ Our home's in sight. ❜

❛ Brace for a storm, the likes of which we’ve never seen before. ❜

❛ I'll ensure that we prevail. ❜

❛ We're taking too much damage to survive. ❜

❛ At this rate, we won't make it out alive. ❜

❛ Please don't tell me you're about to do what I think you'll do. ❜

❛ You've heard the legends; this proves they're true. ❜

❛ Don't forget how dangerous the gods are. ❜

❛ How much longer til your luck runs out? ❜

❛ I still believe in goodness. ❜

❛ I just don't wanna see another life end. ❜

❛ You're like the brother I could never do without. ❜

❛ Don’t forget how much we’ve already faced. ❜

❛ I need to talk to you in private. ❜

❛ I can't have you planting seeds of doubt. ❜

❛ I ask for your assistance so we at last can go the distance. ❜

❛ Sounds too easy, what's the catch? ❜

❛ Keep your friends close and your enemies closer. ❜

❛ The end always justifies the means. ❜

❛ Keep your friends close and your enemies closer. ❜

❛ Time for me to be the father I never was. ❜

❛ Why are my eyes and my heart and my soul so heavy? ❜

❛ It isn't very often that I get pissed off. ❜

❛ I'm left without a choice. ❜

❛ I’ve gotta make you bleed. ❜

❛ I need to see you drown. ❜

❛ Ruthlessness is mercy upon ourselves. ❜

❛ You are far too nice. ❜

❛ I've got no mercy left to give. ❜

❛ The line between naïveté and hopefulness is almost invisible. ❜

❛ I am your darkest moment. ❜

❛ What have you done? ❜

❛ Any last words? ❜

❛ There's only so much left we can endure. ❜

❛ I'm not a player, I'm a puppeteer. ❜

❛ I can’t sleep now knowing everything we've done. ❜

❛ I must say what a brilliant speech you gave. ❜

❛ I don't know who you are nor why you're here. ❜

❛ One wrong move, then you're done for. ❜

❛ All I hear are screams, every time I dare to close my eyes. ❜

❛ I no longer dream, only nightmares of those who've died. ❜

❛ I am the prophet with the answers you seek. ❜

❛ I see a man who gets to make it home alive, but it's no longer you. ❜

❛ How has everything been turned against us? ❜

❛ How did suffering become so endless? ❜

❛ Do I need to change? ❜

❛ What if I'm the problem that's been hiding all along? ❜

❛ If I became the monster, and threw that guilt away — would that make us stronger? ❜

❛ I must become the monster. ❜

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[000marie198]

Mangey seems like this unassuming, sweet little youngest brother but don't let appearances fool you

He knows everyone's secrets, all the secrets.

He knows where Nine's hidey cave is, he knows what Tails builds, he knows where Sonic keeps his gifts, he knows Sails steals from swear jar, he knows where Shadow lives, he knows about Eggman's collection of action figures, he knows about Knuckles workout schedule, he knows where the mints are stashed, knows where Shadow is hiding the prism, where the grape juice is stashed, if anybody brought a toy, who stole the pop tarts, where the twins hide their blueprints, why Sonic ran off all of a sudden, where Rouge hides her gems etc.

He knows everyone's secrets. If you have something to hide or keep private then chances are Mangey already knows it.

Getting that information out of him, however, is another story altogether. In the beginning, his brothers used to bribe him with his favorite snacks to figure out something about each other. But now, Mangey has learned the ways of bribery. He has demands, he has prices. His trade prices will increase if the secret is big. And he won't out stuff he's entrusted with. You confide in him or you give him something beforehand so he'd keep your secret? He will keep it.

But little things that you never even knew he knows? Bro has no qualms against outing you if he's given his demanded price.

You can trust him to keep your secret but you cannot hide anything from him.

And so, if you sneak into the lab in the middle of the night to grab one of Nine's juice boxes cuz you were craving for some, Mangey knows.

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[whatislife5]

Merlin epic au pt2:P

*Later w gaius and after telling him about the prophecy *

Merlin: Gaius pls. I need your help. What would you do if you were in my shoes?

Gaius: i don’t know, Merlin. This is a delicate situation.

Merlin: one is a terrible, unimaginable thing. The other just as terrible and unimaginable, if not, maybe more so..

Gaius: it seems you’ve made up your mind.

Merlin is distraught throughout the night. Everyone is well asleep when he makes up his mind and sneaks down the halls to the Lady Morgana’s room. Once there he thinks about knocking but decides against it. He can’t have Morgan’s bare witness to his betrayal. He goes in and heads to the corner w Mordred hidden in it.

Merlin, looking at Mordred and building up the courage to even raise his hand: just one thought, and Arthur can be safe again.. but-

Mordred feeling Merlin’s presence and waking up: emrys? What’s wrong?

Merlin, gasping seeming to fully realize what he was about to do: I’m fine.. just checking in on you

Mordred seems to believe him since he falls back asleep, feeling comfort in both Merlin and morganas presence.

Merlin being melodramatic inside his head: I look into your eyes and I think back to a thought of mine. You're as old as I was when I cried from this curse..

Will these actions haunt my days? Every man I've slain is the price I pay, endless pain. Close your eyes and spare yourself the view. How could I hurt you?

I'm just a man. Who's tryin' feel at home even after all the years of not knowing how that goes.

I'm just a man who's fighting for his life. Deep down I would trade the world to see all our ppl walking free..

But when does a comet become a meteor? *thinks to Kilgharrah*

When does a candle become a blaze? *looks at Mordred*

When does a man become a monster? *thinks to Uther*

When does a ripple become a tidal wave? *Nimueh crosses his mind*

When does the reason become the blame? *looks at Morgana*

When does a man become a monster? *catches his reflection*

Forgive me *to his conscious almost*

Forgive me *as he prays to the triple goddess*

Forgive me… *looks at mordred w/ tears I’m his eyes* I'm just a man

Merlin walks out of the room, back against the stone wall not sure if he made the right decision. He might come and regret the path he walked down on but for now. He can at least try to rest now that a decision has been made.

Mordred will live.

Anyway yeahhh. Also randomly I think of open arms as one of the scenes where Arthur is trying to convince his tyrant dad that mayhaps being a decent person is the way not endanger the lives of everyone and possibly having a nice and easy resolution to any problem.. 😀

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[inspirationalucky]

🐎 EPIC: The Musical: Act One, The Troy Saga sentence starters. Because the lines are just That Good. Going by the exact lyrics mostly, definitely change things to fit your muse's situation<3

The Horse & the Infant

"Ten long years they've killed us slowly."

"Your family wonders where you've been."

"They're growing old, and yet you're still here."

"Do what I say and you'll see them again."

"What do you live for?"

"What do you fight for?"

"I fight for us."

"What is to come cannot be outrun, can only be dealt with right here and now."

"Say no more, I know that I'm ready."

"I don't think you're ready."

"What sort of imminent threat does he pose that I cannot avoid?"

"If you don't end him now, you'll have no one left to save."

"He will burn your house and throne."

"He'll find you wherever you go."

"This is the will of the gods."

"Please, don't make me do this"

"The blood on your hands is something you won't lose, all you can choose is whose."

Just A Man

"I look into your eyes and I think back to the son of mine."

"You're as old as he was when I left for war."

"Will these actions haunt my days?"

"Is the price I pay endless pain?"

"Close your eyes and spare yourself the view."

"How could I hurt you?"

"I'm just a man who's trying to go home."

"I'm just a man who's fighting for his life."

"Deep down, I would trade the world to see my son and wife."

"When does a man become a monster?"

"When does the reason become the blame?"

"Forgive me."

Full Speed Ahead

"Six hundred men under my command with only one goal in mind: make it back alive to our homeland."

"The problem's not the distance, it's what lies in between."

"My kingdom is waiting!"

"We've run out of supplies to eat."

“Curse the war, our food store’s depleted.”

"Watch where the birds fly, they will lead us to land."

"Look! There in the distance!"

"Maybe they'll share some food, who knows?"

"Something feels off here."

"I say we strike first, we don't have time to waste."

"Gear up, you and I'll go ahead."

"We should try to find a way no one ends up dead."

"Give me 'til sunrise."

Open Arms

"I can tell you're getting nervous."

"Do yourself a service and try to relax, my friend."

"I know that you're tired of the war and bloodshed."

"Is this how we're supposed to live?"

"Why should we take when we could give?"

"You could show a person that you trust them when you stop and lower your guard."

"We're only here for food."

"Stay back, I'm warning you!"

"If we don't get back safely, my men will turn this place into blazes!"'

"This life is amazing when you greet it with open arms."

"It's a lotus, it controls your mind and never lets you free."

"That's what we'd get with open arms."

"I want to show my friend that kindness is brave."

"We'll be fine if we're leading from the heart!"

"I see in your face there is so much guilt inside your heart."

Warrior of the Mind

"Have you forgotten the lessons I taught you?"

"Have you forgotten to turn off your heart? This is not you."

"I see you changing from how I've designed you."

"Have you forgotten your purpose? Let me remind you."

"I had a challenge, a test of skill."

"Maybe one day he'll follow me and we'll make a greater tomorrow."

"I know he'll change the world."

"If there's a problem, he'll have the answer."

"I know you're watching me, show yourself!"

"How can you see through me spell?"

"I was lying, and you fell for my bluff!"

"Well done! Enlighten me, what's your name?"

"Nice try, but two can play this game."

"Nah, don't be modest, I know you're a goddess!"

"So let's be honest, you are Athena!"

"If you're looking for a mentor, I'll make sure your time's well spent."

"I still intend to make sure you don't fall behind."

"Don't disappoint me."

#rp resources #rp starters #epic the musical #the troy saga #rp sentence starters #rp prompt

[wolven91]

A love story between the human pianist and their alien counterpart (bodyguard or performer whichever I guess)

Lovers of Music

It was worth more than some ships.

Crafts that contained more advanced technology onboard than anything that could have existed back on earth. This one item could have been traded for one of them.

"How...?" The human uttered, more as a statement of shock than a real question. He approached and reached out to run their fingers across the otherwise immaculate curves. But they stopped, hesitating as if realising they were about to touch a museum piece.

"I bought it from a taurian. Apparently, they had filled their holds with all sorts of items. They didn't know what they had." Explained the noble.

Graham turned back to look up at his serpent guardian. A ssypno noble with golden scales who had joined the program to offer help. Forty sixth in line to his family's fortune, he had no delusions of being truly powerful or being able to be a figurehead. Instead, despite being able to live in luxury, Har'tress chose to work. Through his work, he met Graham.

It had been a long road and would be longer still, but he hoped that perhaps he could teach Graham that not all of the various races in the stars were as bad as each other. There was still good and caring people, even if they looked very different. The ssypno noted that the human had yet to touch it.

"It's yours."

The human's head whipped back to the ssypno in shock.

"What?!"

"It's yours. I got it for you. You can play it whenever you like." After a pause the ssypno continued; "I can have it moved to your room if you prefer?"

"But... I..." The human looked back around at the piano. It was beautiful. Graham couldn't see any damage to it, he doubted he'd see it even if it was. It was like seeing the countryside after being in a city for so long. Everything about it was precious.

A real piano, from earth, survived its destruction. 

"Please? If you're worried about the price, don't be. As I said, they didn't know what they had and if you wish to pay me for it, then I have a price in mind." The human looked up at the guardian and squared his shoulders.

"Name it."

The ssypno smiled and extended both sets of his right hands to gesture to the item.

"Please play me something..."

"Me? There's better players, I'm not that-"

"You spoke about how music brought you joy and allowed you to express yourself. That you would play just because, without 'sheets'. Please... I want you to express yourself."

There was no stool, probably left behind or not placed with it, but the human strolled over and touched the keys for the first time. It was black with a gold trim, the white and black keys seemingly immaculate.

He pressed one and the device, lovingly crafted trillions of miles away, sang and single note.

Graham held both hands over the keys and began a small tune. It wasn't in tune, he'd need to figure out the best way to get it back in top form with care, but as his fingers traced and ran up and down the keys, he glanced to his guardian, who in the sunlight that stream through the windows, sparkled and swayed with his eyes closed.

"I can do better... but I need to tune it. Can I... I may need to make a tool or two, but if I can get it up together, I promise I will play with our meal tonight."

The ssypno lowered himself to the human's level, who opened his arms and the pair embraced.

Graham still felt the pain of losing his planet and being sent to the far corners of the galaxy, but in Har'tress's actions, he took his first step towards actual healing.

Discord / AO3 / Ko-Fi / G Drive

#conservationverse #cuddleverse #human #hfy #haso #humans are space orcs #human x scalie #ssypno #snake

[dumbbitchenergy17]

Clan of Three (BOBF) - Chapter 4

Chapter Four: In the Name of Honor

Plot: A Mandalorian, an infant with a history of the jedi, and a teenager with similar powers with a slowly discovering lineage. With the child off with the Jedi, the close-knit pair continues their travels through the galaxy.

Word Count: 8.9K

Pairing: Father Figure!Din Djarin x Platonic!Teen!Reader

Warnings: fighting/violence, injuries, angst, slight ptsd, some wholesome moments, father-daughter moments

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Returning quickly back to Mos Espa hearing an attack happened on the Sanctuary, reaching the exploded building the sandstone blacken by the explosion. Entering the building you see Boba, Fennec, and the two Mods; Drash and Skad.

“That was fast. Were you able to hire any foot soldiers?” Fennec asks and Din says, “I think so…Cobb Vanth is raising a garrison for us.”

“What price did you negotiate?” Fennec questions waiting for the price but he shakes his head, “Free.”

“Free?” Din nods, “He’s been holding off the spice trade single-handedly. I told him we could shut it down.”

“That’s not free. That’s most of Jabba the Hutt’s business.” Fennec protests with Cobb’s demand.

“That’s what the town wants,” Din replies and Fennec goes to retort but Boba cuts her off.

“I agree to their terms.” Fennec comes over to her boss trying to reason with him, “There’s a lot of credits to be made from that orange powder.”

“In the long run, it is better for us as well. Mos Espa can become a prosperous city under our protection. Spice is killing our people. Let Marshal Vanth and the people of Mos Pelgo…” Boba says.

“Freetown is its name now.” You pipe in and Boba nods, “Let the people of Freetown know they have my word.”

“You can tell Cobb Vanth himself when he arrives here with the reinforcements.” Din says and Boba is only worried he will not, “You are confident he will come?”

“I am.” He vouches and the bounty hunter nods, “Well if he does not, we are doomed. Our skill is no match for the Syndicate numbers. We must buy time until they arrive. We’ll lockdown at the palace.”

“It’s a bad idea.” Skad says and Fennec looks over at the bionic man, “Is that so?” 

“It is.” He says and the assassin leans against a wall looking at the man, “And where do you propose we wait for reinforcements?”

“Here.” He says gesturing to the ruins you were in. “Here? In these ruins? Nonsense. The palace offers greater protection.” Boba says shaking his head and Drash steps forward.

“If you want to abandon Mos Espa and hide in your fortress, go ahead. We’re staying. The people who live here need our protection.” She says that the two young adults' decisions are final. You had to respect it, this was their home and they were fighting for it. Fett is silent looking at them before he nods, “We’ll stay.”

You set up camp in the ruins of the Sanctuary and when dawn arrived the plan was put into action with only Fennec, Boba, Din, yourself, and the majordomo that was apparently their hostage/informant.

“As we wait for the reinforcements to arrive with Cobb Vanth from Freetown, our forces are quietly patrolling the streets of the old city. The Pyke Syndicate has not yet arrived in numbers, but the minute they do, we will see them before they see us. The truce you negotiated with the other families of Mos Espa will ensure that they will remain neutral and allow us to gain the upper hand by surprising the arriving soldiers,” Fennec explains the plan as you sit on a piece of rubble listening in, “The Gamorrean guards are posted in the Klatooinian territory at the starport and will alert us if any of the Pyke Syndicate forces arrive. Krrsantan is in Trandoshan territory, keeping tabs on the streets of the municipality in front of City Hall. Drash and Skad are with the other Mods keeping an eye on the Worker’s District and the Aqualish Quarter. As you can see, all our flanks are covered. Nobody is sneaking up on us. When the people of Freetown arrive, we will have the forces required to pivot our strength to whatever region the Pykes choose to attack from.”

“For now?” You ask resting your hands on your crossed legs and Fennec looks over at you, “We wait.”

“Lord Fett?” Boba’s 8D8 droid enters the sanctuary, “There is someone here to see you.” You all stand up surprised someone had arrived at your positions.

“I thought you said nobody could sneak up on us.” Boba says to Fennec as you all draw your weapons and Din puts you behind him as the three of you hid outside behind the pillars while Boba steps out into the open and you hear him speak, “I thought I smelled something. If you’re looking for a job, you’re late.”

“I’ve already got a job. I’m here to negotiate on behalf of the Pyke Syndicate.” A gravelly but distinctive voice calls out and Boba scoffs, “I don’t negotiate with gutless murderers.”

“If that’s not the Quacta calling the Stifling slimy.” The man retorts for the hypocrisy from Boba. “Clear out. And tell your bosses we know they’re outnumbered.” Boba warns him and you hear the man chuckle and you tighten your grip on your blaster.

“I wouldn’t be counting on the people of Freetown to be coming anytime soon. I paid Marshal Vanth a visit. You should’ve never left him without his armor,” The air is silent as your blaster falls from your hands. No, you just saw him he couldn’t be. The guilt that crashed into you made you physically ill, no he was still there and safe. Cobb was…

“Without training, you are a danger to yourself and others. People will die because of your actions if you continue down this path.”

“You bastard!” Your body reacts running past Din and you get right around to see the man with blue skin and completely red eyes. His hand moves to the blaster on his waist and Boba grasps his own. Hands snatch your shoulders and you’re pulled behind the pillar as Din’s hand covers your mouth muffling your screams that turn to cries his other wrapped around your waist to stop you from running. Fennec has her rifle aimed out to cover you both as Din tries calming your breakdown.

“Shush you’re alright. You have to be quiet.” He whispers in your ear as he holds your back against his chest as you flail in his grasp as your tears and cries are quieted by his hand. His heart breaks hearing your cries it was cruel you had just seen the man who had helped raise you only to find out he was killed in cold blood.

“Before you get any ideas, I’ve got backshooters too. Let the spice move through Mos Espa, and all this can be avoided.” The man calls out as your struggle stops as you slump back to Din’s body tears streaming down your face.

“No.” Boba says and Bane looks at him his hands resting on his waist, “What do you propose then?”

“I will only negotiate with the head of the Pyke Syndicate.” Boba says and Bane grins ready for the killing blow, “You mean the one that massacred your Tusken family and blamed it on a speed bike gang?” Boba is frozen by the memories of the ones that taught him the ways of Tusken, he had thought it was the speed bike gang.. “You know it’s true.”

Boba’s hand moves his finger resting on the trigger and Fennec appears from behind the pillar her rifle ready as she calls out to him, “Boba.”

“Let’s do this right here, right now.” Bane taunts him as anger runs through his veins. He could do it right now.

“Not now. You pick when.” Fennec reminds him but he shakes his head, “He killed Vanth. The reinforcements aren’t coming.”

“We fight on our terms, not theirs.” She says trying to convince him but anger had taken over him as they were clearly at the disadvantage, the Mandalorian behind the pillar was busy calming the grieving girl and he was blinded by the idea of killing Bane.

“I can take him.” He says his voice rough, “You’re emotional.”

“I can take him.” He grits out and Fennec moves to stand right beside him.

“We need to adjust. You’ll have your moment.” She reminds him. Understanding where he was coming from but it wasn’t the time. The anger clears his vision just enough to listen to her reasoning and his finger leaves the trigger.

“Tell your client negotiations are terminated.” He says turning and Bane calls out to him making him look back. “You’re going soft in your old age.”

Looking at the other bounty hunter the man that knew his father that knew him before he responds, “We all do.”

You’re pulled inside the sanctuary Boba and Fennec following afterward as the majordomo starts speaking, “That was an impressive display of restraint. Exemplary stratagem. If I may be so bold as to offer additional counsel-”

“I wonder how much he would pay for the Twi’lek.” Boba says and that shuts him up, “Understood. Many pardons. I should never have interjected.”

You shove Din off you moving towards the back of the room the guilt and sorrow in your chest turn into something ugly. It was burning in your veins the anger you had felt on that cruiser, the rage that fueled your body. Your knees hit the floor and your hand grabs the saber resting on your belt. The small pearl resting inside the kyber crystal chamber is the first gift you’ve ever got from him. He raised you…protected you..and he was gone. You clutch the blade to your chest mourning over the loss of the man you once saw as a father. Those ugly thoughts whisper in your ears, he would be alive if you were there to protect him, you got him involved with the Pykes and now he’s dead, Freetown blames you for his death, you killed their Marshal…their protector. The fear and anger bleed through your body unaware of it seeping into the weapon in your hands.

Din looks over at where you sit on the ground staring off completely shutting out the world. Your droid stands beside you but you don’t even notice it. He didn’t know what to say or do, he wasn’t good at going through loss. He moved on when someone died having connections was not safe for a man who is constantly put in danger. But you were just a child…you wore your heart on your sleeve and he was forced to watch you lose yourself with the man’s death.

Boba and Fennec are silent, the other man going through his own form of mourning with the truth of the Tuskens’ death. Silence fills the destroyed sanctuary before Drash’s voice comes in through the comms, “Come in, boss. Come in. Something feels strange over here.”

“Have the Pykes arrived?” Boba asks, “Not yet, but something feels off.” The woman responds and suddenly there’s blaster fire

“The locals are attacking! I thought we had a treaty.” Drash shouts over blaster fire and Boba frowns at the news,

“So did I.”

“They laid a trap!” Drash yells out before the comms go mute as Boba yells trying to get in touch with the Wookie, “Santo! Santo, come in!”

“It’s a coordinated attack. We’ll have to gather our people.” Boba says looking at Fennec and Din who listens in keeping an eye though on the girl in the back.

“There’s no way to overcome their advantage. We need to take out command and control.” Fennec shakes her head and Boba curses.

“Does the Pyke Syndicate still operate out of Mos Eisley?” Boba asks Shaiz’ majordomo who tries not to reveal the full information.

“Oh, it’s difficult to say for certain that…” Three blasters are pointed at him and he corrects himself, “Mos Eisley? Yes, now that I think of it, indeed they do. More specifically, the Desert Survey Office.”

Boba turns to the assassin, “Can you do that? Can you get there in time?” She shrugs, “Worth a shot.” She quickly departs taking a speeder and zooming through the streets.

“They’re here,” Din calls out and Boba joins him looking through the broken window as the Syndicate forces begin to move in surrounding the whole front of the building.

“It was just a matter of time. Is Cad Bane with them?” He asks trying to spot him but Din shakes his head, “Don’t see him. Any news on the others?”

Boba looks defeated, “Would be a miracle if any survived. All three gotras of Mos Espa turned on us.” He says and Din nods,

“It was the smart move.”

“It was. I suppose you’ll be heading out.” Boba asks seeing the very imminent failure.

“I’m not.” He refuses but Boba gives him the chance, “You should.”

“It’s against the Creed. I gave you my word. I’m with you until we both fall.” Din says and Boba looks at him, “You really buy into that bantha fodder?” He asks and the Mandalorian nods

“I do.” Fett chuckles checking the cartridge of his blaster, “Good.”

“The way I see it, we have two choices. We wait until they get into position and launch a siege on their terms.” Din says and Fett looks at him, “Or?”

“We rush out there, catch them unaware,” Din gives a quick but shoddy plan, “Then we can escape to your ship at the palace.” Fett shakes his head hearing the end of the plan.

“I can’t abandon Mos Espa. These people are counting on me.” He explains and Din nods pulling out his blaster, “Okay, then. We’ll both die in the name of honor.”

“You sure you wanna stay?” He says he was giving him the chance to leave, especially with the girl he was protective of.

“This is the way.”

“If I may offer an alternative?” The majordomo cuts in and the two bounty hunters look at him silently, “Shall I continue?...I’ll continue. You may not know this about me, in fact, how could you, except perhaps what vestiges remain of my accent, but… I was educated on Coruscant. Not that that makes me better in any way.”

“Get to it.” Fett cuts him off and he nods sharply getting back on track,

“Yeah, uh… I attended finishing academy. My parents were not wealthy by any means. I specialized in Civic Council Negotiations. Now, if you would feel confident empowering me to negotiate on your behalf, I’m fairly certain we would be granted passage off world with, at worst, some theatrical, symbolic, groveling gestures and an exchange of funds.”

Fett is silent before nodding, “Very well. Give me your tablet. I will write out my statement and what I am willing to pay.” Taking the majordomo’s tablet and starts writing as he smiles, “I shall go as your emissary. I have no compunction whatsoever genuflecting or even groveling if needs be, which would save you from any potential bruising of ego, so to speak.”

Fett returns the table before gesturing outside, “Now go before I change my mind.”

“Yes. Excellent.”

Din looks over to where his adopted daughter rests panic runs through his veins finding you and your droid missing. “Kid?!” He shouts but it’s too late to try finding you as their plan was already in action

“Salutations! Salutations! I am unarmed but for this tablet bearing the terms of surrender. I wish to present to whomever spokesperson is empowered to deliberate an acceptable outcome in the eyes of the Oba Diah high council.” The majordomo calls out with open arms to the armed men outside the Sanctuary. The commander of the group steps forward looking at him,

“Read it to me, tail-head.” He spats and the majordomo points to his head laughing at the joke, “Oh, because of the enchanting sobriquet, and one of which I never tire. Yes. Someday I hope to see the fabled Obsidian Cliffs of Oba Diah with my own eyes.”

“Read it.”

“Agreed. Let us dispense with the pleasantries,” Clearing his throat he looks at the written surrender, “I, Boba Fett, speaking as Daimyo of the Tatooine territories formerly held by Jabba the Hutt, do present the following offer,” His voice trails off having read ahead quickly growing silent, “Perhaps we should discuss what you’d be willing to…”

“Read it.” The man repeats growing tired.

“…following offer. Nothing. Uh…You will leave this planet and your spice trade. If you refuse these terms…,” Clearing his throat fear taking over his body as he’s forced to keep reading, “…the arid sands of Tatooine will once again flourish with flowered fields fertilized with the bodies of your dead.”

The Pyke commander lifts his blaster at the majordomo as he holds his hands up, “His words.”

Before the majordomo can be executed, Fett and Din soar in on their jetpacks gunning down the Syndicate soldiers. Though they are fired back the beskar armor protects them and with their weapons and the surprise strike the two are able to take down many of the Syndicate soldiers on their own. Firing his whistling birds Din takes down several Pykes and Boba sends an attack with his flamethrower. Bolts hit the two of them striking them back as they grow too much as they are knocking them down.

“They just keep coming.” Boba groans firing at as many soldiers as he cans but when one falls down another appears.

A few soldiers draw closer to the two of them as they try taking them down when they suddenly are pulled into the air dropping their blasters and clutching their throats. The soldiers and the two bounty hunters look around for who was doing this when a loud crack fills the air as their necks all snap in sync their bodies hitting the ground.

A screech fills the air and they all look over as fear strikes through them, even the bounty hunters seeing their ally. Din felt his throat close up and he was back on the cruiser, frozen watching you beat the life out of Moff Gideon. The rage in your eyes as your fist pounded caving in the man’s face the blood coating your body. What frightened him was seeing the weapon in your hand but it crackled in the air the plasma blade wild and chaotic reflecting your emotions. It was the color no longer orange but a blood red, a color all knew that referred to the opposite of the Jedi.

The color of the Sith.

“Is that a Jedi?” One of the Syndicate soldiers calls out the confusion in their tone. Unsure if the red-lightsaber wielder was their enemy or their ally. A snap fills the air as their neck turns a full 180 and they drop dead. You drop your hand the other clutching the saber your anger and hate bleeding into the weapon as it grows more powerful but also more unstable.

“Where is Cad Bane.” You growl out as blaster fire aims right at you. Dodging or reflecting the bullets back at them as they try to fight back but your rage is flooding through your veins. The blood pumping in your ears as you decapitate a soldier turning the blade around to stab another that tries to get the jump on you from behind. Din and Fett watch in awe but also in slight horror as your fluid movement with the weapon massacres their enemies. You arch the blade up slamming it down on one as they are split in half. The shades and hues of different blood coat your hands and parts of your body.

Grabbing one by the neck after cutting his hands off you pull him into the air, “Where. Is. Cad Bane.” You hiss as he screams in pain and you dig your saber deep into his chest silencing him.

The roar of a speeder and blaster fire comes from behind unaware reinforcements arrive. “The people of Freetown,” Boba calls out firing out as they move towards the armorer vehicle filled with people firing at the Pykes. Din wants to pull you away from the fight as you are in the middle of it but is unable to move beside the speeder seeing Taanti,

“I’m sorry about the Marshal.” Din gives his condolences as the Weequay fires out at the soldiers,

“They gunned him down in cold blood.” He hisses and Din feels his heartbreak trying to think about how you were feeling.

“You didn’t have to come here.” He says and Taanti shakes his head, “Yes, we did. This planet deserves better. I don’t know how she’s dealing with it.” And they two see you slash your blade through another man not getting a second to breathe as you block blaster fire to kill another man. This is what he feared, he had seen your old self start to come back but it was crushed so quickly. The bloodlust and anger in your eyes, when the punches stopped being held back the attack not to defend yourself but to make them hurt. For them to feel the suffering that you felt. Blood soaked the sands as you tear through their defenses, but it was the moment he saw you hesitate to take in much-needed air he saw you go down.

“Kid!” Din yells running straight into the chaos, as the others give him cover, and the arrival of the mods pulled the soldiers' focus away from you. He sees your hand grabbing your leg your saber held in the other, you swing at him still blinded but he’s able to block it with the beskar. Your arm drops seeing it’s Din as he pulls you up to stand trying to take most of your weight off pulling you to safety and your free hand blocks blaster fire with your saber. Once around the safety of the Freetown armored speeder, your back is against the speeder as Din kneels in front of you. Your thigh was bleeding from a bolt striking you there, he rips part of your cloak and ties it above the wound to stop you from bleeding out. You go to move but Din pushes you back down the fighting still going on around you.

“I have to get Cad! I have to kill him! For Cobb-” “You’re done!” Din yells pushing you back down as you try to get back up again. Your gaze is fierce as you stare down Din and he holds you against the speeder. “You’re done, kid…” He says his voice weak.

“They’re falling back!” Someone yells out and you struggle to stand as Din helps you up an arm around your waist to keep you up. You could see the Pykes retreating away as the people around you cheer and celebrate.

“Freetown!” “Yeah!”

“I wouldn’t celebrate yet. We got problems,” Din says as you see coming around the corner two very large spider-like droids, “We got real problems.”

Blasters and even Fett’s missiles are useless with their powerful deflector shields as they turn and take aim at the vehicle. “Run! We’ll distract them.” Din helps you run away as the attack hits the speeder and it explodes in a ball of fire. The people of Freetown, the Mods, and Krrsantan start to flee down the streets of Mos Espa as the three of you stay back.

“Go get out of here!” Din yells and you shake your head pulling out your saber the red blade appearing with a crackle and roar,

“I’m not leaving you!” You shout back quickly dodging a bolt from hitting you as it collides. Rolling as the sand kicks up in the air from the powerful attack you hiss in pain looking at your leg and seeing the blood soaking through your pant leg. Din and Boba attack the droids their blasters making no dent and Din pulls out the Darksaber trying to pierce through their shields but it doesn’t go through.

“I can’t get through.” Din yells out as you keep moving backward avoiding the droids' attacks, “These two will destroy the whole city!” Fett shouts and Din tackles you when another attack is aimed at you. He helps you up as you keep running well yours is a half-sprint half-hobble

“Our energy weapons can’t get through, and our kinetic weapons have too much velocity,” Din says

“Can you protect the others?” Fett asks and Din nods, “I can distract them for a spell. Why?”

“Watch out!” Fett yells as you both dodge a bolt heading to the two of you, you grunt from the strain in your leg.

“We need reinforcements.” You wheeze out your arm wrapped around Din’s shoulder the other holding your saber.

“From where? You’ve run out of friends.” Din says aiming the comment at Fett.

“Protect the others.” He says before blasting off into the air leaving the two of you against the giant droids. Din fires at them and is able to get the attention of one as you both take off in the streets. You’re pulled forward by Din a clear trail of blood following behind you both as the droid fires upon you. Turning the corner you see a cart driven by a rickshaw droid heading toward you and a woman waving at the two of you.

“Mando! Ha! We found you! I got a surprise for you.” Peli calls out to you two as Din waves his hand forward,

“Turn around!” He yells over the sound of the droid getting closer and how far away you were. “What?”

“Turn around!” “Can’t hear you!”

“Turn around!” You both scream as the droid turns around the corner and Peli screams out as the cart quickly turns around. Din with the help of Peli helps you onto the back as he jumps on as well as the droid drives down the street.

“Can this thing go any faster? Go faster, you bucket of bolts!” Peli yells at the rickshaw droid as it speeds up and you have to clutch onto the back of the seat to hold on. Din fires back at the Scorpenek as it chases after you all, his focus was torn in two defeating the droid and making sure you were okay. Your hand was a death grip on the back of the seat the other deflected bolts from the droid. You were bloody and sickly-looking he could see your blood staining your pants from your injury.

“Hey, Mando! Look who’s here.” Peli calls out and you both look as she pulls a blanket off revealing the child you both look away only to whip back in shock.

“What? Hey, what are you doing here?” Din leans forward looking at Grogu in shock, “Buddy? How..” The small child jumps into Din’s arms and he pulls him into a hug,

“Oh! Okay, little guy. I’m happy to see you too. I didn’t know when I’d see you again. It’s okay. Yeah. I missed you too, buddy,” Din chuckles at the coo Grogu releases and you smile stroking his ears and he giggles, “But, uh… we’re in a bit of a bind here right now. You be careful. You keep your head down. You stay hidden until the fight’s over. Hey, that’s the shirt. You got the shirt.” He brings Grogu back to his seat and peeks inside his cloak spotting the beskar shirt hidden underneath.

“Save your tender moment. We’ve got a Scorpenek droid chasing us.” Peli shouts out as she fires her blaster past you.

“What is he doing here?” You ask and Peli shrugs, “The Force works in mysterious ways.”

The Scorpenek droid fires at you missing you all but it manages to shoot off the head of the rickshaw droid. It shakes before exploding as the cart flips from the momentum as you all are sent into the air. You see Din grab Grogu right as you crash into the ground groaning in pain as you turn to see the Scorpenek droid right upon you as you deflect its blaster fire. You come to stand but fall back down your hand presses against your thigh pulling back and seeing it stained red. Din yells out to you as the droid aims right at you but before it could fire a terrifying roar that makes you cover your ears distracted. Looking up seeing a rancor jump over several buildings dodging the fire from the droid. You’ve only heard the stories of the creatures hearing the legend that Jabba the Hutt had a rancor and those that disobeyed him would be fed to it.

The rancor appears before you and you see Boba Fett on top riding the beast as it manages to damage its shielding. You see Din appear behind the droid and use the darksaber to break inside the deflector shields. Climbing on top of the droid as it tries shaking him off and he slices off one of the gun turrets but is knocked off. It raises its leg to crush Din when you throw your saber it spins cutting off the leg and it returns back into your hand. The droid collapse gave Fett’s rancor time to finish tearing it apart and destroying the tech. Din grabs you pulling you into his arms as he embraces you and the child. His breath is shaky as he holds the two of you feeling like a part of him is whole again. He wasn’t sure how the child had gotten here but was thankful for the higher beings out there.

The attack of the second Scorpenek droid ends the touching moment as Din stands helping you up holding Grogu in his arms, “Keep ’em on their heels. They’re on the run.”

“Come on, let’s get the Pykes.” You say moving forward your saber ready as you join the battle against the remaining Pyke soldiers and the final droid. The rancor beats the droid into buildings and it fires at it but its hide absorbs the attack. It rips apart the turrets stopping the droid from firing it tries stabbing the rancor with its legs but the creature destroys it. With a roar, it destroys the droid before going after Pykes. You deflect blaster bolts from hitting you or your allies as you shove your hand out and it shoves back a few Pykes into stands of fruits or walls. A fresh breath of air fills your body and you sense the presence. Your head turns off in a direction and the anger that had been left distracted by others had felt it too. You could do it. Get your revenge..for Cobb. Your saber drops slightly as the blaster fire flies past you, you can reach out tapping into the force that surrounds you. Feeling the grains of sand, the smell of the blasters, the drip of sweat mixed with blood falling from your body, the muffled sounds of gunfire and shouting.

Then you find him as the world around you returns and you stare at his presence.

“Bane…”

Cad Bane fights against the Rancor firing his blaster at it before he scares it off from the fire in his vambraces. The creature roars throwing Fett off his back and flees into the streets of Mos Espa. Fett rises staring at the other bounty hunter across the street just the two of them.

“Clear out and take your hoodlum gang with you,” Fett calls out to the man.

“I’ve known you a long time, Boba. One thing I can’t figure. What’s your angle?” He admits and Fett shakes his head, “This is my city. These are my people. I will not abandon them.”

“Like the Tuskens.” Bane tries to goad Fett but he remains firm and doesn’t let the anger take over, “Don’t toy with me. I’m not a little boy any longer, and you are an old man.”

“I’m still faster than you.” Bane retorts.

“That may be, but I have armor.” He agrees but he had the advantage of the beskar armor that protected him.

“Let’s find out.”

The two stand still before whipping out their blaster, Bane hits Fett knocking him down his blaster flying from his hand. Looking down at him Bane stalks toward him, “Now’s about the time you jet off to your bacta tank.”

“This is my city!” Fett yells sitting up flames emitting from his vambraces as Bane dodges rolling out of the way and firing at him again knocking him back down.

“You gave it a shot. You tried to go straight. But you’ve got your father’s blood pumping through your veins. You’re a killer.” Kicking him back away from his weapon, Bane kicks his weapon away, “This isn’t the first time I beat you out on a job.” He slams his foot onto Fett’s wrist as he groans in pain pinning him down to his knee and digging into his chest as he shoves the blaster between the gaps of armor.

“There’s no shame in it,” Bane says ripping the helmet off Boba revealing his face as he glares at the man. Rising to stand still pinned he slowly raises his blaster, “Consider this my final lesson. Look out for yourself. Anything else is weakness.”

“Bane!” A voice calls out and the bounty hunt looks forward and Boba looks upside down trying to see who it was. On the end of the street is a girl covered in blood though not her own. She stands tall though Bane notices the weight she shifts off the injured leg. “You and I have business.” Your hand pulls the saber off your belt a screech fills the air as the red blade appears and you see Bane grin.

“A jedi?” He says and you raise it pointing it at him,

“You’re going to die for what you did.” You spat and he laughs only making you tighten your grip on the weapon.

“I think you’ve wandered off little lady..best get back to your Mandalorian.” He says and your glare is piercing.

“I’m exactly where I need to be.” You hiss and Bane steps away from Fett not before delivering a swift kick to his side making him groan.

“You know I’ve met your grandfather before,” Bane calls out and you bring your other hand to stabilize your grip on the saber, “I know who you are, you look just like Kenobi…but your anger is just like Skywalker.” He hisses the names to remember his enemies during the time of the Clone Wars.

“The Marshal died a painful death because of me…his screams filled Freetown.” He says and your vision goes red. You race towards him as he fires at you though you deflect them sending them back to him. Throwing your saber it spins toward him but he dodges the attack sending flames your way. Rolling underneath the attack grabbing your saber mid-air a beam of plasma clips your hair the loudness causing a ringing in your ear. Closing the distance you raise your saber to strike him down when he kicks you in the stomach you fall back and he fires right at your saber hitting the open chamber of the saber.

The plasma completely destroys the saber as the power cells become unstable and explode. You’re thrown back hitting the ground the wind ripped from your lungs as the destroyed saber rest before you. You were certain you blacked out when you hit the ground, your ears ringing as you gasp for air. Scratches from the shrapnel of the hilt decorate your face and hands. Shakily trying to push yourself up a kick to your face and you spit out blood before a foot digs into your chest pinning you back into the sand, Bane stands above you and you see the blaster raised and aimed at you when he’s attacked by Boba Fett. You force yourself to roll to your side pushing yourself up on shaky hands and catching Fett impale Bane with his gaderffii stick. 

Blood pours from your face and nose as you drag yourself and rest on the sands the destroyed saber and the crystal shattered in pieces. Tears and blood blind you as your fingers shake trying to collect the pieces of the krayt pearl until the fragments rest in your palms. The gift you treasured for years, using it for your saber, destroyed by you…by your anger. Your head drops as you cry over the broken weapon mourning over losing one of the only things you could call yours.

Following the battle, Din realized you went missing before he received a call through his comm from Boba, that he had you. Arriving with Grogu in his arms and Peli and the others they found Boba Fett standing over the body of Cad Bane a grim look on his face. Din’s focus was instantly drawn to the girl keeled over in the sands. Rushing to her his movements slow down hearing the cries come from the girl and coming around to face her sees the destroyed saber resting in front of her as you clutch something in your hands to your chest. Slowly kneeling down and placing the child down beside his hands hover out in front of him.

“Kid..” He whispers making you look at him and his heart cracks. Cuts litter your face as blood a now steady trickle from your nose and your mouth. Your eyes were red fresh tears wet your waterline and lashes. Your bloody hands pull away from your chest opening it up and revealing the shattered pearl, “Oh kid..” He pulls you into his chest as you crumble crying into his chest. Din holds your head to him the other stroking your back.

“It’s…it’s my fault…I would get people hurt,” Your voice hoarse as he tries wiping the blood from your face, “People were…going to die…because of me.”

“No..no none of this is your fault okay…it’s not your fault cyar’ika.” He says holding your face between his hands as tears fill your vision.

“Din..” You fall back into his chest as he holds you to him. The small child looks on with a sad expression before coming between you two and you pull back as it brings his small hand over yours. His fingers barely cover a single finger and he closes his eyes focusing. You can feel the immense force coming off him as he pulls back then looks up at you and you understand the look in his wide eyes. You look at your hand at the pieces of the pearl it was dull lacking its shine and hue.

Closing your eyes you squeeze the portions of the pearl tightly in your fist pouring all your energy into it, turning the fear and anger that first harmed the crystal into love and peace. Thinking of all your positive memories, being on the Razor Crest with the child and Din, on Sorgan seeing trees and so much green for the first time, reuniting the Frog family with its children, coming home to Tatooine, and seeing Cobb. The memories you had with him, your first time meeting, he teaches you how to defend yourself, the times he took care of you when you were sick or soothed your fears when you had a nightmare, his horrid jokes as you worked on your speeder together, your fifteen birthday and actually celebrating it since your parents died, him gifting you the Krayt Pearl. Tears of sadness as the memories of Cobb fuel you to heal the crystal. Din watches you focus your eyes closed as you clutch the destroyed pearl between your hands. A weight is lifted off your shoulders and you open your eyes slowly opening your palm tears spring from your eyes seeing the intact crystal as it shimmers in the light. You look at the pearl a wide grin covers your features as he looks at the item resting in your hands. He would always remain amazed by the things you or the child could do just earlier seeing Grogu put the fierce rancor to sleep. You smile looking up at Din when all the energy in your body is drained as your vision goes black. Din was able to catch you the second your eyes rolled back, he panicked for a second seeing you collapse in front of him bringing his fingers to your pulse sighing in relief feeling your heartbeat. The pearl barely rests in your unconscious hands, the act of healing must have drained all your energy just like it had for the child who looks at the two of you.

“Come on kid,” Din says to Grogu as he grabs the pearl and the remaining pieces of your saber putting it in his satchel, his own gift still with him. Scooping you up into his arms he holds your unconscious body looking down at the small child beside his feet and then at the one in his arms. He felt at peace knowing the two of you were back with him, he would protect you two and make sure you never shed a single tear again. He swears on it.

You felt weightless a calming sensation surrounds you but the urge to wake up draws you away from the dreamless sleep you are in. Your eyes blink open and you notice you submerge in some cold liquid and a breathing device is in your mouth. Taking in a breath of air from the device as you try thinking back on how you got to hear everything in a blur. Suddenly the liquid drains as the capsule opens and you sit up pulling the apparatus from your mouth and taking in a shaky inhale suddenly aware you were soaking wet only in the new pair of clothes as they stick to your skin.

“Princess Kenobi-Kryze you are awake, your bacta session has fully healed your wounds.” A protocol droid rolls in as it hands you a robe that you quickly wrap around yourself. Being the cold water now out in the air your body shakes slightly as you try to warm yourself up. “I will notify Lord Fett and your party that you have awoken.” The droid doesn’t give you much time to answer especially the title as you sit there looking around the room, it was pretty empty besides the bacta tank and some other items which you assumed were Fett’s. You bring your hand to your face not feeling any cuts or scaring on your face. Looking at your leg pulling up the pants to see your thigh. Your fingers run along the smooth skin, the blaster wound not even leaving a mark

“Kid.” You turn seeing Din standing in the doorway the small green infant in his arms. He crosses the room before you’re even out of the machine his free arm wrapping around your head and pressing you to his chest. You can feel the shaky exhale he releases as he holds you to him Grogu grabs a finger with his small hands and you smile stroking his ears. He pulls back looking over you not a single scratch was left, the bacta completely healing your injuries.

“Come on kid, they're gonna need this tank.” He helps you to stand as he keeps a hand on your shoulder. You don’t get to ask when Drash and Skad bring in a man and the air leaves your system as they move past you quickly to place him inside.

“Cobb..” You whisper looking at the man as he’s placed inside the tank and they quickly close it up, it filling with bacta. “But they said…”

“He was able to get some help but the bacta will quicken the process,” Drash says as she looks at the man with understanding in her eyes and it hits you.

“You modified him..” Drash nods as you pull from Din’s arms stepping towards the tank and seeing the man resting peacefully in the healing bacta. Your hands rest against the glass wishing he could reach out and take yours. Resting your forehead against the tank whispering into it, “Please be alright.”

“Come on kid..” Din calls out as you stand up swiping the stray tear that threatens to fall and you pull returning to the Mandalorian as he wraps his arm around your shoulder, “Let’s get you dressed.” He says leading you like a child to another room as the droid comes over your clothes in its arms. Thanking the droid you head behind the privacy screen getting dressed grateful to be back in your clothes. Your fingers run along the clean fabric as you pull your pants up your legs surprised to see the sewing put in to fix your pants.

Returning around the screen Din still waiting there with the child in his arms as you holster your blaster and knife. It was like instinct to grab your belt to fix your saber but your hand comes empty. The pain from losing your saber is too fresh as a frown takes over your features.

“Hey kid,” Din calls out and you look at the man trying to hide the sad look on your face to no avail. He waves his hand for you to follow him. Leaving the tower as you move through Boba Fett’s palace until you reach the throne room and laying in the middle as a rug and a singular item wrapped in a cloth tied with a cord.

“What is this?” You look at the man as he leads you toward the rug placing the child down as it moves to the cloth sitting across from it.

“A gift.” He says taking you by the shoulders to make you sit on the rug in front of the object wrapped in cloth. Din moves back standing to the side and you look up at him as he gestures to you and then to the cloth, “Go on.” You give him a suspicious look before turning to the cloth and glancing at the child who is also looking in interest. Undoing the cord with care and putting it to the side you slowly undo the cloth, your breath gets caught in your throat when you see the item. The saber is in perfect recreation as it rests in separate pieces including the inner works. The only difference that you did notice was the metal of the hilts it had a slight marbling effect something you’ve never seen before. Grabbing a part of the hilt the cold metal presses against your skin, and you feel the weight of it but it was light at the same time.

“Is this beskar?” You look at Din as he nods at the shocked expression on your face. “But I thought beskar wasn’t meant to be weapons.” You ask as he moves towards you crouching down.

“It’s not, it’s technically considered taboo to Mandalorians, but like the child, you deserved armor as foundlings,” He points at the hilt resting in your hand, “This is your armor. To protect you as a Jedi…and a Mandalorian.” Din reaches into his satchel pulling out the krayt pearl and you perk up as he passes it to you and you accept it with such delicacy. The intact pearl shimmers in the light and has a faint warm glow that is brighter in the healed cracks. You look at the disassembled saber and the crystal in your palm slowly placing it back down onto the cloth as Din steps back. Taking a deep breath feeling your heartbeat loud and strong as it slows down with your breathing. Your hands rest on your knees as your palms face upward as your drift shut. Focusing on your breathing as the doors open as the Force rushes over you wrapping around your body like a blanket. It’s comforting and welcoming like an embrace protecting you as the small objects shake gently and then rise into the air. You can feel the sunlight through the sandstone, the texture of the handmade rug underneath you, hear the inhales from the child in front of you and the modulated breathes from the Mandalorian, tasting the crisp air, and the smell of fresh linens that wraps your body.

Din watches in amazement as the pieces of the weapon move throughout the air stopping in their desired places and the weapon forms before him. Working outwards on both ends towards the middle, the power cells are covered through wiring and the beskar hilt. The weapon of the Jedi imbue with the Force as it comes towards the middle the final piece of the puzzle being the krayt pearl is it slots itself in the open chamber but protected by the metal of his ancestors.

You open your eyes as the weapon rests before you. Reaching out towards it you feel the sudden weight of the beskar but in your hands, it lightens in your grasp. Your eyes trace the details of the saber as your finger rest on the button and you activate it. A screech fills the air as the plasma emits from the hilt. A gorgeous orange like the sunset on Tatooine bathes you in the color light. The healed crystal purifies it of the color of the Sith.

The blade retreats back into the hilt and you look at the saber resting in your hand but also the weapon on his belt, the whispers faintly coming from it calling you. Din follows your gaze seeing the Darksaber resting on his hilt before he pulls it off his belt holding it out to you. “I am not the owner of this weapon thus it should not be in my possession.” He explains that you froze it was fear that stopped you. The weapon that had cut through your flesh, in the possession of the man that slaughtered your people, was yours by right, your claim to the blade but also to the throne of a destroyed planet. But while no throne rests or no armor of your ancestors adorns your skin this weapon was yours to lead and rule the hidden Mandalorians scattered across the galaxy.

“Ibic cuyir te ara.” The whisper of the voice as a hand is ghost-like on your shoulder, and you feel the presence of the person before it fades as you take the weapon in your grasp feeling the weight of it as you attach it to your belt beside your saber. You felt the conflict in yourself as you hold the weapon meant for true rulers not orphans from Tatooine. Din could see the fear in yourself with this weapon and the responsibility it means to yourself. You look up at Din who is looking at you though you can’t tell what his expression is underneath the beskar.

“You can stay here, with Cobb have a home here on Tatooine. I won’t stop you.” Din says the fear of seeing you hurt again is too great for him to deal with. If he knew you were here and safe he could deal with his exile without fear. You look away to the child holding onto your pant leg. Bending down pulling the child into your arms you step forward and Din holds his breath ready for you to agree and leave his life. Your hand reaches out grabbing his holding onto the leather glove as his finger wraps around yours instinctively his thumb rubbing the back of your hand.

“I’m not leaving you,” You say looking at the man you see as a father figure, the man who protects and loves you, the man who would tear a part of the galaxy to see you safe with him, your buir, “I’ll follow you anywhere you go.” You promise him as he looks down at you.

He was at a loss for words, the girl he had originally meant to be a quarry, their relationship rocky and hesitant, but with time you had slowly broken down his walls and created a space in his heart, he would do anything to see you smile or to hear your laughter, put down his own life to make sure you and the child were safe, to allow you to be a kid…his kid, his ad. Din looks down at you before nodding,

“Okay.”

Din prepares the N-1 with the coordinates of the planet they were meant to travel sending the navigation to link with your X-Wing. From behind him, Grogu taps the dome with the small ball from the Razor Crest in his hands.

“No.”

A series of more taps as Din speaks again to the child in the pod seat built into the N-1.

“Uh-uh.”

More taps follow as Din grows more annoyed by the persistence of the child.

“No.”

A chuckle follows his comms as he looks over seeing you in your X-Wing watching the display, “Come on he’s not gonna stop until you do it.” You say as the child bangs on the glass more frantically. R4 produces his own response as you make a sound of agreement.

“Don’t need the opinion of the droid here.”

More banging comes from the glass making Din glance back at the child.

“All right. But this is the last time.” He says flipping the switch you watch the ship accelerate rapidly and you hear Gorgu’s squeals from the comms as it jumps to lightspeed. R4 beeps at you as you chuckle adjusting your grip on the joystick and punching in the coordinates,

“I know R4,”

Flipping the switch as the 5th engine roars ready and your finger hovers over the button to release the energy and jumps to hyperspace. To explore the galaxy as one adventure ends and another begins,

“This is where the fun begins.”

A/N: There is Clan of Three: Book of Boba Fett! Another part of this fantastic series is done! You are fucking incredible people and season three's first chapter is coming out next Wednesday!

#star wars #star wars fanfiction #the mandalorian #the book of boba fett #clan of three series #din djarin #din djarin fanfiction #din x reader #din djarin x reader #din djarin x jedi!reader #din djarin x teen!reader #din djarin x y/n #mando x reader

[cantsayidont]

For a long time, the main impetus for DC reprinting any its voluminous back catalog was some promotional or licensing tie-in: a movie, a TV show, some merchandise they were trying to push, or just a popular ongoing book. Given how prominently Dr. Fate was featured in the recent BLACK ADAM movie, therefore, it's surprising and somewhat disheartening that DC didn't take the opportunity to do some kind of greatest hits compilation for the character, who was certainly the best thing about that mostly terrible film.

This is especially unfortunate because you could fit quite a bit of Dr. Fate's Silver Age and Bronze Age non-JSA appearances in a single volume, starting with the two 1965 SHOWCASE team-ups with Hourman shown above, by Gardner Fox and Murphy Anderson. There are also a number of later team-ups with Superman and Batman:

Fate then got a couple of solo features in the '70s:

Kubert cover notwithstanding, the 1ST ISSUE SPECIAL story, which is written by Marty Pasko, has some really outstanding early Walt Simonson art, while the SECRET ORIGINS OF SUPER-HEROES story has an eight-page retelling of Fate's origin, narrated by Kent Nelson's wife Inza, by the ALL-STAR team of Paul Levitz and Joe Staton.

In 1982, Doctor Fate got his own eight-page backup feature in, weirdly enough, THE FLASH #306–313. Despite what a couple of the covers imply, there wasn't a team-up between the Flash and Fate (who in those days still existed on separate parallel Earths); the Fate strip was just an unrelated second feature.

This strip, written by Marty Pasko and Steve Gerber with spectacular art by Keith Giffen and Larry Mahlstedt, presents an array of interesting ideas (some of which obviously paved the way for Giffen's 1987 revamp). Pasko had already established (in the 1975 1ST ISSUE SPECIAL story) that Doctor Fate wasn't exactly Kent Nelson: He was really the ancient Lord of Order Nabu, the entity who trained Nelson in the magical arts, who possessed Nelson's body whenever he put on the Helm of Fate. In other words, the Dr. Fate of these stories isn't so much a man wearing a magical helmet as a magical helmet wearing a man. Nabu has made both Kent and Inza ageless — they both appear about 25, but by this time, they're really in their 60s — but allows them little real control of their lives. Kent has more or less resigned himself to it, but Inza is feeling the strain of being trapped in a magical menage à trois with her husband and an inhuman entity that has little regard for Kent's welfare and even less for hers. Nabu, for his part, seems to exist in a state of constant mystical urgency in which human frailties are an unaffordable distraction.

This could have been really compelling, and it's both graphically interesting and quite strange, but all that is a lot to squeeze into eight-page installments, and having them crammed in the back of one of DC's most conventional superhero books was obviously not optimal. It was also having to compete for Giffen and Mahlstedt's attention with LEGION OF SUPER-HEROES, which I assume was why the Fate strip was dropped after only eight installments.

To everyone's surprise, there was even a Doctor Fate action figure in 1984 as part of the Kenner Super Powers line. This came with a little minicomic, which to my knowledge has never been reprinted:

All of this stuff would add up to something in the realm of 230 pages, which would easily fit into a single trade paperback collection with a digestible price point. Maddeningly, DC has already done the color remastering for roughly three-fifths of this material, so even that probably wouldn't be a huge chore (although the Giffen/Mahlstedt stuff, which has a lot of color holds and graphic effects, really calls for more care in remastering than DC has tended to give its older material of late.)

#comics #doctor fate #dr fate #showcase #world's finest comics #1st issue special #secret origins #dc comics presents #the brave and the bold #brave and the bold #the flash #gardner fox #murphy anderson #denny o'neil #dick dillin #paul levitz #joe staton #mike nasser #walt simonson #martin pasko #steve gerber #keith giffen #larry mahlstedt #alex saviuk #ross andru #dick giordano #neal adams #jim aparo #don newton #hourman

[indigo-anonymous]

I’d love to hear which other songs brain rot you for the fic!!

Yippee!! Time for the Splinter Fractures brainrot song list (which is by no means definitive and can be expanded at any time)! Buckle up, because it's gonna be a long post (I'm halfway finishing this in drafts and it's SO LONG already). I want to go over my favourite lyrics for each of them :D

I'll go over the two that were brought up previously first, to get those out of the way. All links lead to YouTube videos of the songs, since I know not everyone has Spotify.

Just A Man from Epic the Musical - Personally I see this as Sinner!Adam singing to Charlie (mayhaps during one of their sessions?) Some of these thoughts on the lyrics aren't specifically Splinter Fractures (that goes for all of them) but in part my own interpretation of (sinner) Adam :)

I look into your eyes and I think back to the son of mine (Abel) You're as old as he was when I left for war (When he was killed by Cain) Will these actions haunt my days? (nightmares eyyy) Every man I've slain Is the price I pay endless pain? Close your eyes, and spare yourself the view How could I hurt you? (Charlie is like the perfect blend of both her parents, both people he loved. This would be less of a question abt the future and more of a "why did I do that?")

I'm just a man, who's trying to go home Even after all the years away from what I've known (he's homesick for Eden, when everything was still good and happy) I'm just a man who's fighting for his life Deep down I would trade the world to see my son and wife (Beneath everything, he just misses being with the people he cares about)

But when does a comet become a meteor? When does a candle become a blaze? When does a man become a monster? When does a ripple become a tidal wave? When does the reason become the blame? When does a man become a monster? (Everything slowly going wrong, and losing control, to the point where he becomes the monster, the leader of exterminations, killing millions for the protection of heaven.)

I'm just a man... (He needs Charlie to recognise that he's only human. He's not an angel, not someone incredible powerful or untouchable. He's just a man, and he has made a lot of mistakes, because making mistakes is human... But simultaneously, this is regret, and an admittance to himself. He doesn't want to be human. He wishes he was an untouchable angel, but he's not.)

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Monster from Epic the Musical - I've talked about this one in a different post already, so you know the brainrot is reallll. To me this song kind of tells the story of Adam becoming the Lead Exorcist. How he basically gave up his humanity to protect Heaven, both out of a sense of duty and because the people up there (his kids) matter to him and he's afraid of seeing them get hurt.

How has everything been turned against us? How did suffering become so endless? (When they got kicked out of Eden, the rest of their mortal lives was him and Eve against the barren world, nigh endless suffering was their punishment) How am I to reunite with my estranged? (As much as he hates Lilith and Lucifer for abandoning him and making him out to be the villain, he still missed them) Do I need to change? (He believes himself to be the problem)

What if I'm the monster? What if I'm in the wrong? What if I'm the problem that's been hiding all along? What if I'm the one who killed you Every time I caved to guilt? (Cain and Abel </3)

The in-between part here is specific examples from Epic, but there's plenty of similar stories to Adam. Was Lilith wrong to take the apple or was she actually being trapped here by the angels? Was Lucifer wrong for choosing her side, or was he just taking care of someone he loved? Were the angels wrong for kicking him and Eve out of Eden, or did they deserve it?

If I became the monster, and threw that guilt away Would that make us stronger? Would it keep our foes at bay? (This is Adam suggesting the exterminations after the initial uprising. He doesn't really want it to happen, but he feels like it's a necessary evil to keep his loved ones safe) If I became the monster to everyone but us And made sure we got home again Who would care if we're unjust? (His reasoning for why the exterminations aren't evil or unjust: they attacked us first, I'm making sure they can't hurt us again. Especially personal in Splinter Fractures because he just had to see Abel die for a second time) If I became the monster...

I actually drew this part because the brainrot was getting to me. I don't love how it turned out but I spent hours making it so I might as well put it here 0_o

Then I'll become the Monster I will deal the blow And I'll become the Monster Like none they've ever known So what if I'm the Monster Lurking deep below? I must become the Monster And then we'll make it home (again, he feels like it's something he has to do to keep people safe. To some degree he blames himself for Eden, and original sin, and this is him taking responsibility for what he believes to be his mistakes. He's aware of how all of Hell will perceive him if he does this, and he chooses to do it anyway)

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Don't Save Me by Chxrlotte - Ah yes, a song about giving up, and asking people to just let you drown in your pain. Very much a song of self-loathing which is so Adam to me, especially in Splinter Fractures.

I came from the darkness, hiding on my own Like rain thoughts are harmless, leave me here alone The waking nightmares aren't as bad as dreaming, I suppose (life is a nightmare but the sleeping nightmares are worse)

Maybe I'm wretched and deserve this, I don't know (Adam questioning if maybe he really has been evil all along, it's not like he knows why he's in hell to begin with...) Don't save me, I'm almost glad if this is how I go (Ah... wishing for death... almost)

Look into my eyes And tell me what you see A demon in disguise Pretending to be me (hmmm that mirror scene. Also this is very What Lute Sees and convinces herself to believe. That it's not really him, but rather a demon pretending to be Adam) Bury your surprise And listen carefully He lives inside my mind He'll never let me free (Being trapped by your own thoughts, the insecurities will never leave Adam alone! They'll stick with him forever, buried so deep in his soul that he's unlovable, that everyone leaves, that no matter what anyone says, he's just broken.)

The wasteland never ends and it's killing me Wait and count to ten, but I'll never be Able to live, I can't seem to breathe (just a case of the 'shakes' right? Definitely not a panic attack /s) I'll die fading carefully so don't save me (this whole song is about refusing help, which is exactly what Splinter!Adam did practically every time. He only accepted it when the alternative was living on the streets of Hell and all the horrifying shit that comes with that)

Standing on the edge, it's darker now And it's in my head, I can't hear a sound Facing the storm, I'm cast out at sea I'll drown eventually so don't save me (Adam very much believes that at some point he'll just be kicked out again. That this is all temporary, and eventually he'll drown)

I can't live anymore and I'm the one to blame At night my thoughts, they scare me I can't face another day (I feel like I don't need to repeat myself too much. Blaming himself for things that are, in actuality, not really his fault)

Don't save me I think I'm in hell These walls are talking I can tell I've bathed in fire since I fell Don't leave me on my own (this is right at the start of the fic. He's been in Hell for a while and it has damaged him, he finally reaches out for help for the first time, almost begging Lucifer not to just leave him on his own there, and it kickstarts his way out of his hell-spiral)

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Enemy by Imagine Dragons (solo version) - My favourite on this list, to the point where I want to make an animatic of it so badly but I do not have the time or energy to do so. The lyrics just follow the story of Splinter Fractures so well!!! (I had this one in my brain early, so it's far more focussed on the start of the story)

I wake up to the sounds of the silence that allows For my mind to run around with my ear up to the ground I'm searching to behold the stories that are told When my back is to the world that was smiling when I turned (He wakes up in Hell, and the irony is laughable to everyone who recognises him (just Lucifer at the start, Vaggie and to some degree Charlie later))

Tell you you're the greatest But once you turn, they hate us (this one's all heaven, most evident in Lute and Sera. They tell him he's the best, the first man, absolutely great! ...until he becomes a sinner. Then he's nothing but a lowly demon to them, they treat him with disgust at best, and outright hatred at worse)

Oh, the misery Everybody wants to be my enemy Spare the sympathy (Same as before, asking Lucifer to not leave him there. Asking for the slightest drop of sympathy (he only gets it when he has a panic attack after)) Everybody wants to be my enemy (Everyone in Hell hates him for the exterminations, everyone in Heaven hates him for being a demon now. He's got no allies, only enemies)

Your words up on thе wall as you're prayin' for my fall (every sinner, especially those in the hotel, wanted him dead. They were, in a sense, praying for his fall, and they got it) And the laughter in thе halls and the names that I've been called (I can definitely imagine Adam being insecure enough that he always feels like people are laughing at him and mocking him behind his back)

They say pray it away I swear, that I'll never be a saint, no way (Adam is aware enough of his flaws to know he'll never be good enough to be redeemed into Heaven) A chair in the corner is my place I stay I shake and I think about the powers at play, the powers at play (his deal with Lucifer, knowing that a single wrong move will get him kicked back out onto Hell's streets, it absolutely terrifies him) And the kids in the dark that were doomed from the start The child in the basement, face to the pavement Oh, what a statement, love is embracement Love is a constant, love is a basis (there's a lot of different ways to interpret those last few lines: Adam believing the hotel is doomed (which he does), his feelings on the loss of Abel (twice), the fact that he still loves people, again and again, that he keeps trying even though they always leave him (ouch)) He cannot be, she cannot be, they cannot be changed, but keep on praying (He doesn't believe the hotel will ever truly work. One redeemed sinner is probably a fluke. Sinners can't change and become better... right?)

Goodbye (haha that scene in the lobby of the Heaven Embassy hahahaha... </3)

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What Could Have Been by Sting ft. Ray Chen - This one is a lot more recent. Very much focussed around the chapters where they discuss Eden, and the story of Eden in general. It hurts to listen to sometimes, and has made me cry more than once (/pos)

I am the monster you created You ripped out all my parts (Lilith and Lucifer abandoning Adam broke his heart, absolutely shattered him. They are a large part of the why Adam is 'the monster' that everyone sees him as) And worst of all, for me to live, I gotta kill the part of me that saw That I needed you more (His approach to Lilith wanting to leave him was to pretend he didn't want her either. That he didn't care about her or Lucifer, or whatever happened to them)

I hope you know we had everything And you broke me and left these pieces (Them leaving, and especially Lucifer's words about how everyone will pick anyone else than him, definitely broke him to pieces. He was left to put himself back together, but he never truly healed right) I want you to hurt like you hurt me today and I want you to lose like I lose when I play what could have been (His response to Lilith being made infertile may have been harsh, but it was understandably bitter, as a response to the pain they caused him first)

Why don't you love who I am? What we could have been? (Lilith loving Lucifer instead of him, and the two of them choosing to leave together, rather than stay with him. I can imagine it felt to Adam like there was something wrong with him, that he already felt unlovable even before Lucifer rubbed salt in the wound with his later comment/curse)

I am your ghost, a fallen angel (Adam's appearance in Splinter Fractures certainly looks ghostly) You ripped out all my parts I couldn't care what invention you made me 'Cause I, I was meant to be yours (He firmly believed that him and Lilith were meant to be together forever, that's what made her rejection hurt as much as it did. They were literally made for each other, but Lilith still didn't want him)

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That's it, that's the list (for now)! This post is so fucking long aaaaaa. I hope you like it anyways, and if you don't go through all of the lyrics that's fine, thanks for asking anyways <3

Indigo (finally got this out of drafts)

#adam hazbin hotel #adamsapple #hazbin hotel lucifer #splinter fractures fic #epic the musical songs #goodness this is... something

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pairing : sirius black x fem!reader

synopsis : twelve years after the first war had come to a close, an ex lover shows up at your door, bloody & in need of your help. not knowing what else to do, you agree to help him. but only for tonight. after that, you’ll go back to being strangers.

a/n : WOO my first post on this account ! i apologize for this plot line being a bit complex. it's also considerably difficult for me to explain, so i hope it's not too confusing for you guys

wc : 7k

You live in a small apartment. It's decorated very cozily and never fails to make you feel at home despite its lack in size. You live alone with your cat, Luna. In all, you live a quiet life, one with very few friends and little action. Sometimes you think it's pathetic. But when if it were to down to it, you know you wouldn't trade it for the world.

After all, a peaceful life is what you deserve. Especially considering how you spent your teenage years fighting in a war, losing all of your friends one by one. At the time, you hardly understood any of it. All you knew was that Voldemort needed to be stopped, and you wanted to help fight or that cause. So you did. But your friends would end up paying the price with their lives.

You shake your head, ridding your mind of the distasteful memories. It's been twelve years since then, but you still can't get over it all. Some nights you wake up in a cold sweat, blaming yourself for it all.

Luna nudges you with her body, rubbing against your calf with a gentle purr. You smile at her, crouching down to the floor to pick her up. You hold her close to your chest and run your hands down her spine with delicacy.

Before your train of thought was interrupted by horrid memories, you had been cooking yourself a serving of pasta.

You set Luna down on the counter and turn your attention back to the pot on your stove. The water is now boiling, ready for the noodles to be added. You reach into the cabinet above the sink, pulling the box out of your cupboard. However, just as you begin to rip the seal, there's a frantic knock at your door.

See, your next-door neighbor has three kids. They vary in age and you adore them all, feeling the need to show them affection to make up for their absent father. Their mom tries her best, but she's working all the time, and the children miss her constantly. Due to the lack of attention they receive, the three kids have developed a thirst for chaos. They like to knock on your door, then run away before you see them. You always know who it is, but don't have the heart to tell their mom or yell at them. They're just kids having fun, what's the harm? Plus, your friend group used to play the same exact kinds of pranks back when you were in school.

Crossing the kitchen, you take the box of pasta with you, not thinking that this altercation would last very long. You assumed you'd open the door to make the kids giggle, shake your head disapprovingly, then retreat back into your apartment. It would make them happy, and you weren't busy anyway.

However, when you open the door, you realize your assumption had been horribly incorrect. The hallway isn't empty. There aren't any children hiding behind the corner. Instead, a heavily fatigued man leans against your doorframe.

He's pushing all of his body weight into the wood, seeming to have very little strength left. You glance down at his torso and quickly recognize the issue. He's very badly injured. Both of his hands are pressed against his stomach — just below his ribcage. Trails of blood are seeping through his fingers, staining his skin with crimson.

The sight causes you to drop the box of pasta. It hits the floor with a clatter, uncooked noodles spread across the shiny wood flooring. But it's not the gore that shocks you, it's the person who bores it.

You recognize the man immediately, allowing a frown to settle on your face. You cross your arms over your chest to appear defiant. But in reality, you're not defiant at all. You're only crossing them to hide the fact that your hands are trembling.

Sirius Black is supposed to be in Azkaban. He's supposed to be paying for the deaths of your guys's shared best friends. But right now, all of that pent of rage and pain that you've kept stored for so many years? It's all vanished within the blink of an eye. The only emotion you feel at the moment is pity.

"I'm sorry." He mutters weakly, with a hoarse voice paired with labored breathing. "I know ya prob'ly hate me right now, and you've ev'ry reason to. But I... there wasn't-"

Sirius normally speaks with such elegance, but now his words are slurring together pathetically. His voice is usually thick and deep, but now it’s hoarse and wavering. Despite having known him for the majority of your life, you hardly recognizes the man in front of you

“Don’t apologize, Sirius.” You tell him, trying your absolute hardest to keep your voice from shaking as well. 

You uncross your arms and step forward to help him into your apartment. You let him use your body as a crutch as the two of you slowly make your way to the bathroom. He stumbles around with a limp to his step, making it hard to get anywhere. But you don't complain. You don't make any noise of disapproval as you struggle to open the bathroom door.

You sit him down on the closed toilet seat, cautiously removing yourself from under him. When he's successfully sitting on his down, Sirius tips his head back as an expression on pain takes hold of his features. You ignore this, distracting yourself by turning on the faucet to the tub, making sure the water doesn't run too hot or too cold. As the tub slowly fills with water, you turn back to face him.

“Here,” you gently move to take off his shirt. He does nothing to stop you, still in too much pain to even register what’s really going on. You slip it over his head, forcing him to let go of the wound for a moment. When he does, you catches sight of the damage and instantly regret doing so. It’s awful. A deep slash across his gut, right under the bones of his ribs. You could hardly see where the cut was through all the blood, but you could tell it was deep.

You're usually fine with blood. You never feel queasy or get sick, like the way you are now. But the fact that Sirius is the one bleeding is what makes this situation so much more unbearable.

You want to help him. You want to hug him. You want to kiss him. You want to tell him that everything will be okay. But at the same time, you don't. At the same time, you want to leave him in the hall to bleed out. You want to slam to the door in his face. You want to scream and shout and cry. As you take his shirt off, you remind yourself. This is what he deserves.

You're the only one who knows that he didn't kill Lily and James. So, that's not why you're angry. If you believed he was the traitor, there's no way you would have let him enjoy the bliss of Azkaban. You would have killed him with your bare hands. But you didn't, because you know the truth. You know it was Peter.

The reason you're so pissed at Sirius is because he had the audacity to show up at your doorstep after so long.

When he was falsely arrested, you clung to him as though he were going to disintegrate in your hands. You kissed him more passionately than you'd ever kissed him. You screamed and fought, telling him to take veritaserum, but he refused. He had the nerve to tell you it'd be okay.

While you were busy fighting to save his life, Sirius was still in so much shock that nothing even mattered to him. You needed him more than ever. You'd just lost your two best friends. And yet. Sirius stared down at you with a blank expression, pressed a gentle kiss to your head, and allowed himself to get locked up for twelve years. He left you all alone, fending for yourself. Simply because he saw his own grief as more important than yours.

So, while he was away, you started over. You moved a few towns over, bought yourself an apartment, adopted a kitten, got a decent job, and tried your hardest to ignore the amount of betrayal you'd just recently suffered.

You would often find yourself thinking of Sirius, locked up. And it hurt so much more knowing he was innocent.

"You're a bloody mess, Black." You tell him as the shirt discarded, thrown onto the bathroom floor in a heap of grime and blood. Sirius just smirks at you, his eyelids growing heavy with bloodloss.

"Bloody." He murmurs with an airy chuckle, shaking his chest. But he quickly stops laughing, seeming to be in too much pain to move very much of his torso. "Literally bloody. Get it?"

You shake your head, "of course I get it, dumbass."

He lets out a heavy exhale, trying not to laugh at his own joke.

As soon as the shirt was removed, Sirius had put his hand right back on the wound as soon as possible. He continues to press hard, trying to keep the gash closed. But you can see that the longer he sits here, and the more blood he looses, the weaker his grip is getting.

You ignore his pervious joke, knowing he had only made it out of deliriousness. You crouch down in front of your sink, opening the cabinet to search for your first aid kit. When you finally find it behind a few cleaning bottles, you knock over a ton of shit while pulling it out in a rush. Sirius is getting worse by the second. You don't have time to question your priorities. You need to hurry if you want to keep him alive — which you honestly still aren't too sure about. You like to hold a grudge.

"G'nna fix me up all nice 'n pretty, are ya?" He whispers, his voice too weak to be spoken very loudly. He watches you pull medicine and gauze out of the kit. "Trust ya more than anyone else in my life, Y/n. Or else I wouldn't've come 'ere."

You don't bother to even glance up at him as you continue to gather supplies. You try not to focus on what he's saying.

He's delirious, you think to yourself in a harsh tone of reminder, it's just the blood loss. And he will die from it if you don't fucking hurry.

Now with everything you needs in your hands, you turn to him. He’s still staring at you intently, seeming to watch and analyze every single move you make. The intensity of his gaze makes you feel uncomfortable, but you ignore it, burying the uneasiness under your determination to help him.

Before you have time to begin working on his side, you notice that the tub is now almost full. You quickly shut it off, knowing you need to at least close the wound before he can take a bath. The amount of dried blood on him is truly repulsing. He’ll need to be scrubbed.

Now with the faucet shut off, you pour a bit of medicine into a cotton pad, not giving warning before you remove his hands from the injury and press the pad to the open wound. Sirius's face twists up, suddenly feeling much more awake than he was before — which was your intention with her lack of warning.

He grunts out a string of curse words, teeth clenched tightly together. You don't say anything as you continue to clean the wound, working quickly and effectively. Sirius is no longer watching you. His eyes are squeezed tightly shut from the pain.

"Talk to me." He says out of nowhere. You still don't look at him, too focused on the fact that he's literally dying on your toilet. "Please, Y/nnie. It'll take my attention away fr'm the pain."

"Fine." You reply with a defeated sigh, still not looking away from his wound. "What do you want e to talk about? There's not much to say."

"It's been twelve years. Find s'mthing." He says, causing you to roll your eyes at his demanding tone of authority. It's rich coming from someone whose life is in your hands right now. Quite literally, might you add.

"Honestly, I have no idea what to say." You begin with a monotone voice. "My life has been incredibly boring and uneventful lately – not that I’m complaining. I mean, I love having my own apartment away from everyone and everything else. It’s lonely sometimes, sure. But that comes with growing up, y’know? Even if I didn’t decide to move away after the war, I’d still have been alone eventually. That’s just life.” You say, your fingers working carefully as you pull the skin together to press a bandage on top. “Before you showed up, I was making pasta. The pot is probably boiling over right now, but I’ll worry about that later. Hopefully, it won't start a fire. Ugh. I just hope Luna is out of the kitchen – that’s my cat, by the way. She’s only a year old. I love her to death, but god, is she stupid at times."

You continue to ramble on and on, pressing a layer of bandages to his side. They'll need to be replaced after the bath, but they'll do for now. Oh, this would be so much easier if they could just go to the hospital like normal people. But then the doctors would ask too many questions. Plus, Sirius is still a wanted man in the wizarding world.

As you speak, Sirius slowly becomes more and more awake. He's looking more like himself, watching you with gentle eyes. You're not stupid though. This is most likely only because you're his only distraction from the biting pain in his side. I mean, who wouldn't look at you like you're a goddess when you just saved his life. Well. Let's not get ahead. Sirius isn't saved yet.

"Did you seriously leave the stove on?" Sirius asks. His voice is still slurred, but he's sounding less like a dying cancer patient and more like the man you fell in love with. "With a boilin' pot of water 'n top?"

"Is that the only thing you took away from my entire speech?" You ask him with a laugh, adding one last bandage to his side.

"Yeah, pr'tty much." He answers matter of factly. "The only thin' that matters to me is your stupidity. Ya should know this by now."

"What about the fact that I have a child?" You ask, raising an eye brow as you stand up from the floor. As you say this, Sirius's entire face drops. His teasing, exhausted eyes turn pained and scared. His clenched jaw slacks just barely.

"You have a kid?" He asks, breathlessly.

"Yeah?" You say, wondering why it's such a big deal to him. "Luna. She's my cat, I told you. Geez, you really don't listen to me."

Sirius's shoulders instantly relax when you say this. And it clicks in your head quickly. He had thought you had an actual child. A baby. He was scared that you'd moved on without him. That you forgot about him completely. Suddenly, the terrified expression that he had is no longer funny. It makes your stomach twist, knowing you had unintentionally caused that much dismay to him.

Trying your hardest to ignore the previous misunderstanding, you straighten your back and gesture to the tub. "Ready for your bath, Black?"

He raises an eyebrow. "Are you going to watch me get naked?"

"Don't make it weird." You say with an eye roll. "First of all, I don't think you can get naked without my help at the moment. Second, it's nothing I haven't seen before."

Sirius shrugs, "fair enough."

He tries to stand up from the toilet seat, but fails miserably. His knees buckle under his weight, bringing him to the floor with a heavy thud. You manage to slow his fall, holding him under the arms, but it doesn't completely stop him from hitting the ground. He fell flat on his butt, thanks to you. If you hadn't caught him in time, his head may have split open on the side of the tub. Sirius sits up and sighs. He supports himself against the tub, leaning his back against it in exhaustion.

The look on his face brings a pain to your chest, making everything in your begin to hurt. You hate seeing him like this. He's not the same person he was a decade ago. He is a grown man, not a teenager anymore. But you have to keep reminding yourself that so are you. You're both in your thirties by now, growing into your bodies with ease — some more than others.

"I can't fucking do anything anymore." Sirius complains, holding his face in his hands. The blood from his palms get on his cheeks, but he doesn't seem to care. He'd clearly faced much worse in Azkaban.

"Let's just work on getting you in the bath." You tell him softly, pulling his hands away from his face to give him a warm smile. "After that, you can tell me everything that I've missed from your life. Or — if you would prefer — you can tell me nothing at all. I'll try my hardest to respect your decision either way."

It seems to take a lot out of him, but Sirius manages a nod. He agrees to tell you all the things you missed, but admits that it'll be hard for him. So he asks if he can leave out some difficult details. You agree.

Sirius stays completely silent as you undress him.

He can't even stand up, so you have to do most of the work. You lift his feel to slide his shoes off, you undo his belt, you do nearly everything while he sits there uselessly. And the fact that he's unable to help you is killing him more than the fatal wound in his side.

When he's ready, you hike him upward and the two of you manage to get him into to the bath. Sirius tries his hardest to stand up again, but it's to no avail. He slipped again, but this time you were both ready for it. And in the end, he got into the tub with little to no issue. You're going to have to dry the water off the floor that splashed out, but other than that? He's doing fairly well already.

"The water is perfect," Sirius mutters, "thank you."

A smile tugs at your lips. Even when you guys had been dating, words of thanks were rare to impossible to receive. Truth is, most of your guys's relationship was based off of the banter and tension between you two. Not much of it was spent the way couples spend their time in books.

You guys never went on dates. You never cuddled in the halls. You rarely even cuddled in private. But that was enough for you guys because when it came down to it, you'd die for each other in a heartbeat. And even after all these years, you know you still would. Even now.

"Don't get sappy with me, Black." You tell him pointedly, trying not to show how happy it made you. "It's weird."

He doesn't say anything to that, simply leaning back in the tub. He leans his head against the tiles behind him, his knees poking out of the water — which is now turning to a deep shade of pink. The water pressure is keeping the blood inside of his body for the most part. But the dried blood from his shirt and hands is mingling with the water gorily.

You grab a towel from the hook beside the sink, and place it on the floor. You kick it around a little bit, poorly drying up the spilt water. You decide to leave it on the floor to soak up what you didn't smear.

Then, you sit on the closed toilet seat and watch Sirius from afar. His eyes are closed with contentment, head facing the ceiling, showing off his throat and jawline. But you know he isn't sleeping, due to how he keeps shifting around uncomfortably. If he were to pass out, you don't think you'd be able to avoid a hospital much longer. You'd need to get help, regardless of the consequences.

"Do you think I could leave you by yourself for a few seconds?" You ask him, voice barely above a whisper. You don't want to disturb him, but you really need to check on the stove now that the adrenaline has settled down a tad.

Sirius opens his eyes, "could you leave the door open though?"

"Of course I can." You say, standing up from the toilet with a warm smile. He smiles back, but it still looks incredibly pained. He needs stitches. You need to find your wand.

You exit the bathroom and make sure to prop the door open with one of Luna's toy rats. The doorstop didn't need to be heavy, anyway. Your apartment is so fickle it would probably blow over if a strong enough gust of wind were to blow in its direction. The door is light, the wood very thin.

Reentering the kitchen, you find that the stove had been switched off. You walk over to the pot, curiously. The water is level, and nothing is on fire. It's a good thing, but you're still insanely concerned. Who the fuck turned it off?

You spot your wand on the island. You still use magic quite a ton, despite not being very social in the wizarding community. It just makes life easier, to be honest. Also it's refreshing, reminding you of your childhood at Hogwarts with your friends.

Hearing a sudden noise come from your living room, you snatch your wand, holding it out in front of your body protectively. Whoever was in your house needed to leave. Immediately. If you'd found an intruder inside any other day, you would simply call the police or the apartment lobby to check the cameras. But you had a criminal bleeding out in your bathroom. There was nobody you could call for help.

"Y/n?" A feminine voice calls out from the living room.

You recognize the voice, and instantly toss your wand into the sink to hide it from the woman as she enters the kitchen. It clatters against the dirty dishes, but successfully lands at the bottom of the sink safely.

"I'm sorry for coming over so unexpectedly." The woman tells you, rounding the corner and entering the kitchen with a frown on her face. "I heard someone banging on your door, and I thought it was Rue. So I came out to finally catch her being naughty, when I noticed a streak of blood on your doorframe. I hope you don't mind that I let myself in. I was worried."

The woman in front of you is your neighbor. The single mom with three kids. One of those kids — the youngest — is little Rue. She's two years old, and follows her elder siblings around like a lost puppy, not knowing what else to do with her life yet.

You give the woman a smile, "it's fine, June. Thank you for checking on me, you're a good friend."

June is a wonderful woman. She's kind, and hadn't got a single bad bone in her dainty little body. She cares for everyone as if they were her own children. Even you, who's a few years older than her. You genuinely do want to thank her sincerely, but you're currently hyperaware of the fact that Sirius is in your bathtub at the moment. He's covered in blood, with the bathroom door wide open. And the idiot is probably too busy enjoying the warm water to realize someone else is in the apartment.

"I hope you don't mind me asking, but what is all that blood from? It's all over your floors, too." June says, tipping her head to the side as she glances around at the bloody floorboards.

You follow her gaze and realize she's right. There are drips of red blood seeming to be randomly placed across the apartment, leading right to the bathroom. But June hasn't noticed that, yet. She's still too overwhelmed by the fact that there's blood on your floor at all.

Your mind runs through all the possible excuses you could give. You could say you're on your period, but that wouldn't explain the bloody handprint on the doorframe. You could say you saved a dying bird on your way home from work, but she knows you've been home for a while considering the fact that she cut off your stove for you. You settle on telling her the truth, leaving out some key details.

"An old friend came to visit, but he's been hurt pretty badly in an accident on the way here." You tell her.

June frowns, "how badly? Why didn't you call the hospital?"

"He doesn't have insurance." You lie. "Plus, he's hardly hurt. It's a small wound, just bleeding a lot. He punctured a vein."

"Oh." June's face turns pale. You feel a twinge of guilt, knowing you only added that last detail because you knew she hated talking about anything blood-related. It all made her feel very sick. "I don't... I, uh- I think I'm gonna go, now. It's Rue's bed time, she needs her mom to tuck her in."

June lets out a few farewells before hurrying out of the apartment quickly. The moment you hear the door shut behind her, you rush to the bathroom to check on Sirius. The door was open the whole time. And just as you'd thought, he was relaxing leisurely though it all.

"An old friend in an accident?" He questions you before you even say anything. His eyes are still closed, but there's now a smirk tugging at his lips. "I have to admit, the insurance excuse was pretty smart."

"You knew she was here and didn't think to close the door?" You interrogate him, still a bit heated up fro the adrenaline of having June so close to finding Sirius. "What if she saw you?"

"So what?" He quirks a brow, opening his eyes to finally face you. "If she's a muggle, it wouldn't have mattered much anyway."

"Of course it would have mattered!" You shout, not out of anger but from the amount of epinephrine surging through you. "Criminal or not, a random guy bleeding out in my apartment isn't a good look!"

"You don't think I look good?" Sirius asks, his expression as vague as a puppy's.

You want to scream at him for joking about this. It's fucking serious, and he's a grown man, he should treat it as such. But instead, he's teasing you and making snarky comments about his appearace while he's literally naked. It's insane. It's intolerable, and annoying, and frustrating, and- and extremely attractive.

"I'm going to go make pasta." You tell him, needing to exit the bathroom as soon as possible. You can already feel your cheeks heating up, but you're going to blame that on the heat of the bathroom from the rub. "I'll leave the door open, and I'll just be in the other room. So just shout my name if you need anything, Black."

"Will do, darlin'. I've missed shouting your name." He says with a wink, making the red tint to your cheeks deepen even further.

You don't say anything else as you swiftly exit the bathroom and enter the kitchen. God, you need to get your emotions under control. Before he showed up, you hadn't acted impulsively like that. Before he showed up, you had nothing to worry about with your neighbors. Before he showed up, you had never lied to June. But now he's strutting back into your life, and he's screwing it all up again.

He abandoned you when he knows you needed him most. He wasn't the only one who had seeing rotting away for twelve years. He wasn't the only one allowed to make decisions about your guys's future.

You guys could have spent all that time together. You could have spent it getting a two person apartment. You could have made new friends together. You could have even had kids by now. Fuck. You could have had a perfect, normal life. But Sirius wanted to act impulsively and childishly. He wanted to ruin not only his own life, but yours as well. It was exhausting.

After tonight, when you're sure he's okay, you'll tell him all of this. You'll make sure that the bastard knows how badly he's hurt you.

"Here," you say. You reenter the bathroom with two plates of spaghetti in each hand. But you almost drop plates when your eyes land on Sirius, pushing himself up with both of his arms. "Hey! What the hell do you think you're doing?!"

You set the plates down on the counter, not bothering to make sure they're sitting in a secure spot. You rush to Sirius's aid, taking him by the arm. He's not even standing up yet, he's only a foot or two above the tub, using only his upper-body strength to hold himself up. His legs are most likely better than they were before, but it's still unwise to act so impulsively. He should have asked for your help instead.

"I don't want to make you feel like a maid." He says, as you gently lower him back into the water — which he isn't very happy about, but you both know that he's in no place to fight or argue with you.

"What are you talking about?" You ask him, sitting down on the floor beside the tub. You remove the drain, allowing the water to exit the tub at a slow but steady pace. If he wants to get out, it'll be much easier to do so without water in the bath. "I don't feel like a maid, Black. You're fatally injured, and I'm helping you out. It's the least I could do."

He scoffs, "you don't owe me anything."

"Excuse me?" You ask. The tone of his voice makes you defensive. He's right, you don't owe him anything, but why is he getting angry about it? The decent thing to do would be to thank you. But of course, he's too good for those kinds of manners. It's unbelievable.

"The last time we talked, I was a complete dick to you." Sirius says, lowering his head to hide his face behind his dripping wet hair. "You didn't deserve that sort of cruelty. The same way I don't deserve this sort of kindness. It's unfair. Unbalanced."

You don't know what to say to that. It sounds like an apology, or at least a version of one — seeing as Sirius is incapable of ever saying what he means without something hidden under the surface of his words. But what could possibly be left unsaid with that? He sounds genuine. His words sound raw.

"Well." You stand up from the floor now that the tub is completely drained of its bloody water. "We can talk more about that over dinner. Right now, you need to focus on what's actually important."

"What's actually important?" Sirius mimics. He raises his head, his hair slipping off his face to reveal a confused expression. "What would that be?"

It's evident that he is still in excruciating pain, and the pathetic bandages you put on him aren't going to last very long. But still, they're managing to keep his bodily fluids inside of his body. Where they belong.

He no longer slurs his words or blinks slowly at you. He can speak normally, and his actions aren't delayed anymore. Noticing this, you let out an enormous sigh of relief. It was awful not knowing if your efforts even paid off. But now, you're at least sure he won't be dying at your hand tonight.

"Getting out of the bathtub." You reply. "After that, we can eat spaghetti for dinner, because it'll help you get a bit of strength back. Then, we can watch a movie while you rest."

A glint of emotion passes behind Sirius's gaze, but he quickly recovers from whatever it had been. He simply nods at you, moving to stand up again. This time, you're here to help him. You sketch one arm over his back to support his weight, to keep him from falling ; the other hand is being used to point him in the right direction, considering the fact that his body seems to only want to lean to the right — the place of his uninjured side.

When he successfully exits the tub, you guide him to the toilet seat to sit for a moment. He obliges, sitting down without question. You leave the bathroom, rushing down the hallway to get him a towel and some clothes that your brother left at your apartment last time he stayed over. Knowing Sirius is incredibly thin from imprisonment, your brother's clothes will most likely swallow him.

When you return, you half expected Sirius to be attempting to stand up again. But he seems to have learned his lesson. He's still sitting on the toilet, his hands pressed to his side as he hunches over slightly. When he notices you in the doorway, he quickly sits up straighter. He almost appears ashamed to have been in pain.

You decide not to draw attention to this, wordlessly handing him the towel and clothes to dress himself. Out of respect, your turn around — which was probably a silly thing to do since he hadn't been clothed the entire time. But Sirius seems to appreciate it, struggling a bit as he draws the cloth around his body.

When you turn back around, the two of you return to how you guys had previously been walking. You support his back, and direct his step in the same way as before.

Together, you guys hobble over to the couch. You lean Sirius back against the cushion, and he visibly relaxes into the soft material. The sight of him so content, makes you feel just as relaxed as he is.

You feel a bit guilty for leaving him again but you do so anyway, returning to the bathroom to retrieve the plates of spaghetti. On your way back to the living room, you quickly turn into the kitchen and fish your wand out of the sink. You hold it in against the dish of pasta, knowing it'd be better to have it just in case than regret not having it at all.

When you return to the living room, Sirius has made himself pretty cozy. He's leaned back on the cushion, a fuzzy blanket pulled around his body. He's hugging one of his legs to his chest ; the other one — which happens to be the one which is on the side of his injury — is extended, propped up on your coffee table.

You hand him his plate and sit side by side on the couch together. You place your wand on the table, grabbing the remote in its place. You switch on the first channel that pops up, which happens to be a very specific cartoon that you guys used to watch together.

Sirius always said that muggle innovations were stupid. This ideology didn't differ when it came to television. He thought the idea was silly and a waste of time, which distracted people from real life issues. You always argued with him over this. You claimed to love the idea of television, thinking it was no different from moving paintings at Hogwarts. Of course, Sirius disagreed. So, you thought that the best way to settle this dispute was to force him to watch something with you. You guys made a bet on it, as well. If he ended up hating the TV, you'd owe him twenty bucks. On the other hand, if he enjoyed it, he'd owe you the money instead.

Long story short, you grew twenty dollars richer by the end of the night. And Sirius had fallen in love with Tom and Jerry.

"He still hasn't caught the damn mouse?" Sirius complains, staring at the flashing screen with furrowed brows. "I mean, wouldn't it be easier to just kill him at this point? I'm not someone who resorts to murder, but it's been decades! Anything would be better than running around in circles like idiots."

You laugh at him, finding it amusing how invested he is in the show. Sometimes, in little moments like this, you don't see Sirius black : an alleged killer running from the police. Instead, you see Padfoot : your best friend and first love. It draws a bittersweet feeling to your gut, making you want to run away from all of your problems. Including him.

You guys continue to eat your pasta in a comfortable silence. They're replaying old episodes that you've seen multiple times. But this is Sirius's first time watching them, and he seems to have no intention of turning the TV off anytime soon. When he finishes his plate, he places it on the coffee table. He doesn't even look down, his eyes still glued to the screen. You giggle, taking his dirty dish to the kitchen. You wash off the grime, and place it out to dry on the counter.

When you return to the living room, Sirius if curled up in a ball on the couch. He's still being very cautious with his wound, carefully leaving it alone.

"Hey," you say as you sit back down beside him. Sirius hasn't removed his gaze from the show, but he must have felt the cushion dip under your weight. Because he moved his legs out of your way before you even said anything.

"Hi." He answers, only halfway paying attention to you.

"You can keep watching the TV, but would you mind if I tried to continue working on your scratch?" You ask him, choosing your words carefully as you grab your wand from the tabletop. This seems to grab his attention quickly.

"Yeah." He answers. His voice comes out confident and steady, but his body language shows what he's afraid to admit. He's scared. He's in pain, on the run, and fully invested in this television that he had once sworn against. But he holds you higher than all of those other issues. You're most important. "Of course you can."

"Thank you." You say. He just nods as he shifts his body out of the curled up position, stretching out so his torso is accessible to you. Then, he lifts up his shirt for you to work on. As soon as you scoot closer, Sirius gets nervous and whips his head back toward the TV.

The thing is, you had taken a few subjects on healing back at Hogwarts, and even a few muggle classes. But now that it's the real thing, you're feeling a bit nervous. If you mess up a spell, it's not just a bad grade on your exam. It's Sirius's wellbeing you're meddling with.

You pull the bandages off of his skin, looking at the gash in full detail. It's really gross, up close. You try not to analyze it too much, gripping your wand in your hand and pointing the tip directly at the wound. Sirius's eyes are still pinned to the TV, so you have the element of surprise to work with here.

"Vulnera Sanentur." You mutter under your breath, tracing your wand along the gash. You recall what you'd been taught. The first time you speak the incantation, the blood would begin to evaporate in thin air. Seeing as there isn't much blood left after the bath, it instead moves onto the second repetition despite only having said it once. And slowly, the wound knits itself back together. The skin slowly pulls at each other, binding together neatly.

You watch Sirius's face, but he seems to not be in any pain from the spell. He makes a slight expression of discomfort but seems perfectly well, otherwise. You look back down at the wound. The only thing left over is a thin scar, the injury completely gone now. Your eyes widen in shock. It worked. It worked!

"Sirius." You say, your voice nearly gone from surprise. Considering you hadn't called him by his first name since his return, Sirius's head spins in your direction at a speed that could've been enough to have given him whiplash.

"What?" He asks. You point at his side, and he follows your finger. Suddenly, his expression mirrors your own. "Holy fuck."

"I'd heard the spell once or twice at Hogwarts, but I didn't think I could do it myself. I was honestly just hoping I wouldn't fuck it up." You ramble, trying to will your brain to keep up with your mouth as you continue to spur irrelevant nonsense. "I wasn't even sure about the pronunciation. I was-"

"You were brilliant." Sirius interrupts you, sitting up without any issue. He wraps his arms around you and embraces you into a tight hug. You hug him back, still in shock with yourself.

"Do you really think so? Or are you just saying that because it worked?" You ask. "I mean, I told you I was completely winging it. I didn't know how to move my wand, or how to--"

"And I told you that I trust you more than anyone else in my life, Y/n." He says, pulling away from the hug to look you in the eye. You meet his gaze, feeling small under it. He gives you a smile — one that brings back a flood of memories from your guys's past. It's genuine and real. Nothing but adoration behind it. It's your favorite smile of his, and he knows it. Sirius continues, "I missed you."

Your eyes soften, "I missed you too, you bastard."

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[memekais]

epic the musical sentence starters. the troy saga. feel free to change pronouns as needed!

the horse and the infant

ten years of war they killed us slowly but now we'll be the ones who slay.

your families wonder where you've been.

do what i say and you'll see them again.

find that inner strength now, use that well of pride.

ask yourself inside - what do you live for?

what do you try for? what do you wish for? what do you fight for?

i fight for us, i fight for us...

a vision of what is to come, can not be outrun, can only be dealt with right here and now.

say no more, i know that I'm ready.

what sort of imminent threat does he pose that I can not avoid?

if you don't end him now you'll have no one left to save.

i'd rather bleed for ya, down on my knees for ya - i'm begging, please!

please don't make me do this, don't make me do this!

the blood on your hands is something you won't lose, all you choose is whose.

just a man

i look into your eyes and I think back to the son of mine. you're as old as he was when i left for war.

will these actions haunt my days? is the price i pay endless pain?

close your eyes and spare yourself the view.

how could I hurt you?

i'm just a man who's trying to go home even after all the years away from what i've known.

i'm just a man who's fighting for his life.

deep down i would trade the world to see my son and wife.

but when does a comet become a meteor? when does a candle become a blaze?

when does a man become a monster?

when does a ripple become a tidal wave? when does the reason become the blame?

forgive me... i'm just a man.

full speed ahead

the problem's not the distance, it's what lies in between.

[name]'s waiting for me so full speed ahead!

we've run out of supplies to eat.

curse the war, our food store's depleted.

six hundred men, six hundred reasons to take what we can so captain, what's the plan?

watch where the birds fly, they will lead us to land. there we'll hunt for food, my second in command.

look! there in the distance, i see an island!

i see a light that faintly glows. maybe they're people lighting a fire. maybe they'll share some food, who knows?

something feels off here. i see fire but there's no smoke.

i say we strike first, we don't have time to waste so let's raid the place!

we should try to find a way no one ends up dead!

give me til sunrise, and if we don't return then six hundred men can make this whole place burn!

open arms

i can tell you're getting nervous so do yourself a service and try to relax, my friend.

think of all that we have been through. we'll survive what we get into.

i know that you're tired of the war and bloodshed.

tell me, is this how we're supposed to live?

why should we take when we could give?

you could show a person that you trust them when you stop and lower your guard.

here we have a chance for some adjustment... give it a try, it's not that hard.

this life is amazing when you greet it with open arms.

whatever we face, we'll be fine if we're leading from the heart.

no matter the place, we can light up the world. here's how to start: greet the world with open arms.

stay back, i'm warning you.

if we don't get back safely, my men will turn this place into blazes.

it took me a while to notice what kind of fruit they eat. it's a lotus, it controls your mind and never lets you free. that's what we'd get with open arms.

i'd like to show my friend that kindness is brave.

i see in your face, there is so much guilt inside your heart.

you can relax, my friend.

warrior of the mind

have you forgotten the lessons i taught you?

have you forgotten to turn off your heart? this is not you.

i see you changing from how I've designed you.

have you forgotten your purpose? let me remind you.

my life has one mission, create the greatest warrior.

maybe one day he'll follow me and we'll make a greater tomorrow, then they'll see.

i know he'll change the world 'cause he is a warrior of the mind.

maybe one day i'll reach him and we can build his skills as i teach him.

if there's a problem, he'll have the answer.

show yourself, i know you're watching me. show yourself. i can see you...

haha! i was lying and you fell for my bluff! hahahaha!

well done, enlighten me, what's your name?

nah, don't be modest - i know you're a goddess!

badass in the arena! unmatched, witty and queen of the best strategies we've seen!

if you're looking for a mentor, i'll make sure your time's well spent.

sounds like a plan! goddess and man, bestest of friends!

i know we'll change the world 'cause we are the warriors of the mind!

i still intend to make sure you don't fall behind. don't forget that you're a warrior of a very special kind.

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