#AND HIS SOON-TO-BE-BESKAR-CLAD TINY GREEN SON

[kyberblade]

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I will update this as I go but here is what I have so far as of 12/31/2023.

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You’ve been friends with Mando for years, and he drops by your hole in the wall bar from time to time to catch up. This time, however, he’s carrying an extra little green passenger with him. They are on the run, which is unsettling because Mando doesn’t run from things. Things run from him. A tracking fob, a dead body, and a confession later, all three of you set out to help the child find its kind. (Aka: a really typical Din x Force Sensitive reader plot, but instead of the going from stiff scary Mando to friendly Mando it’s gonna kinda go the opposite way. Not in a bad way but she’s gonna finally get to see what exactly he was running from all those times he came back to see her.)

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Din has taken up the title of Mand'alor as the planet begins to rebuild. He finds himself quickly sinking in the monotony of day in and day out always being the same, no thrills like he used to have on a hunt, or peace and quiet between jobs. He’s a stranger here, surrounded by people walking on eggshells around him as they all try and repair the broken pieces of Mandalore.

Except one. You.

His advisor for strategy and tactics, you don’t tiptoe around him, and his son absolutely adores you. However, the way you do handle things begins to rub him the wrong way.

When old grievances come knocking and Din is forced to flee the planet for his safety alongside you and his son, he can only imagine how many ways he’s going to go insane before your little party of three is able to go back. But there are only so many ways when you’re trapped in a ship with a tiny troublemaker like his son and another clad in beskar, both causing mischief at every turn.

A/N: This was meant to be a multi chapter fic, but it’s just not wanting to translate that way, so it’s going to be a series of one shots and a whiff of continuity. Please feel free to send me scenarios, prompts, requests for these crazy kids! Just remember to stick to the rules.

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[raiseyourcups]

The Battle Picked Me

Pairing: Din Djarin x Jedi!Reader Warnings: none, I don’t think, mention of Order 66 Word Count: 1k of an unbeta’d mess but when you have to get an idea out of your head...

You spent so long hiding your true nature. Following a path that no one before you had told you was an option but you followed it anyway. After all what was living if not a balancing act anyway? Between dark and light, having passion yet inner peace, reaching serenity but having emotions, chaos and order when needed. Balance. 

When you first met the Mandalorian and the tiny green alien he called his son, you didn’t know what to make of them. The first thing you noticed was that the Mandalorian didn’t refer to the Child as his son but just “kid”. But you’ve been around enough parents to know when someone has all but adopted a child and the Mandalorian? Had an adopted kid even if he didn’t know it yet. An adopted kid that you recognized, or you at least recognized the species.

“Hello, my name’s Y/N and who is this little one?” You asked, cooing at the small child in Karga’s arms. 

“Mando’s son,” Marshal Dune said, a smile on her face. This caused you to look up at the beskar-clad man in surprise. You had heard about him, the fuss he had raised before you got to Nevarro. Someone had said the rumor was that he had been rescuing a baby from Imps. “Come on, Mando, we have business.”

“The kid-”

“He’ll be safe with me, I promise,” you said, staring straight into the Mandalorian’s t-visor. You hoped you were making eye contact, you always preferred doing that to make sure your point got across. You couldn’t see it, but you had made eye contact and the Mandalorian behind the helmet had to fight to look away from your eyes. 

He let himself be pulled out of the building by Cara, still looking at you before finally turning away. You turned back to your class full of children. “Okay, now where were we?”

The second thing you noticed was that the Child had lifted another kid’s pack of cookies without leaving his seat despite being too far to reach for them. That was the thing that had given you more pause. You didn’t know much of the universe but you knew the Force. It was always there beneath the surface and when you reached out, you felt the Child reach back. And you knew him. 

You hadn’t used the Force in so long, not since you were a padawan and the Clone Troopers suddenly attacked. You had narrowly escaped with your life, your saber, and a secret that you passed off to someone you thought you could trust.  You then hopped from planet to planet until you came to Nevarro and became their school teacher of sorts. 

You spent the rest of the school day trying to teach the children out loud while making sure that the Child, Grogu he reminded you, understood as well. He spent most of the time “telling” you about everything other than the lesson you were going over. You learned that the Mandalorian had once turned him over to Imps but had then rescued him, you also learned that they had just been attacked by ice spiders and that the Razor Crest was in dire need of fixing. Needless to say, you ended class early and just sat with Grogu, reminiscing as you waited for his “dad” to show up. 

Unfortunately the Mandalorian came back all too soon and swept out with Grogu before you could even tell him his son’s real name. After that you spent your days teaching the children and going over the information you had gleaned from your much too short “conversation” with Grogu. You had apologized to him but he had forgiven you, knowing that you couldn’t have done much to hide the two of you if you had stuck together during the peak of Order 66. 

The one night you felt a disturbance in the Force, you weren’t sure if it was something that had happened or had yet to pass but you knew it would be bad. So that night and the following ones, you went out far enough from the city where no one would be able to see you and you practiced. You didn’t know why but the Force had a funny way of making things that needed to happen, happen. 

During one of your late night training sessions, you felt Grogu reach out through the force. You fumbled a little, dropping your saber in your shock. But then the connection dropped and didn’t come back. 

So you didn’t think anything of your need to train until the Mandalorian came back in a different ship, no Grogu, and shoulders tenser than tense. You watched as he went to speak with Marshal Dune and when you saw her leaving with him, you couldn’t stop your feet from running after them. 

“Wait!” You called out, noticing how they tensed up at your voice and only Cara relaxed when she saw you. “I’m going with you.”

“What? No!” Cara exclaimed. “You’re a school teacher.”

“That’s not all I am,” you said, pulling your saber from the holster you had taken to wearing recently. It was usually hidden by your tunic making it easier to hide from everyone. You held it out to the side and pressed the button, igniting the lightsaber. 

“What the kriff?” Cara said, staring at the lightsaber in shock. The Mandalorian didn’t say anything, just kept staring. 

“If it’s an Imp who has Grogu, I’m coming with you.”

“How do you know his name?” That got the Mandalorian’s attention, his hand going to his holster. You couldn’t blame him, you would probably do the same thing if you were in his armor. 

You still shook your head in annoyance. “Because he told me, last time you were here and I felt him reach out through the Force not even a solar week ago. What happened?” 

“Moff Gideon took him.”

“Say no more.” You turned off your saber, placing it back into its holster. “I’m coming with you.”

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[soft-din]

now you hang from my lips (like the gardens of babylon)

summary: Din getting hurt one day might cause some feelings you’ve both been repressing to come to the surface.

pairing: Din Djarin x reader

word count: 1.4k

warnings: Just some mentions of gunshot wounds & such.

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You had been hired by the Mandalorian to be a babysitter to his kid/mechanic for his ship a long time ago. It was an exciting life, going from planet to planet as he hunted bounties and you helped take care of him, the barely functioning Razor Crest, and his small green son. Over time, you had gone from allies to friends, and somewhere along the way you had started to develop some sort of feelings for the beskar clad warrior. A while back, he had even trusted you with his name (although he told you not to say it in public where others could hear). Din Djarin was a complex man - strong and fiercely protective, yet kind and compassionate. Hunting down quarries by day and a loving father by night. It drew you to him, making you want to know more about the human being underneath all the armor.

Din had been out on a job for the past twenty-four hours or so. You had been waiting at the Crest for him with the little one, expecting him to be back relatively soon, as he usually was, but not unduly worried. 

That was when he came through the entrance to the ship, staggering and groaning in pain.

You immediately got up from where you were sitting and rushed to help him, unable to filter whatever came out of your mouth in the moment. “Din, oh Maker, what have you done? You stupid Mandalorian, you can’t let yourself get hurt like this!” As you spoke, you were trying your best to help support the man’s weight as you made your way to the tiny ‘fresher inside the ship. 

“‘M…’m sorry,” Din managed to get out as you reached your destination.

“No, don’t apologize. Just be more careful next time,” you said, starting to collect the supplies you would need to help him. “Now, tell me what happened, if you can.”

“I...got shot in the side. Beskar didn’t block it. It was hunters...after the kid. I’ll need to go back out tomorrow if I want to find that quarry.”

“Okay. Don’t worry about tomorrow right now, alright? I need to help you get this cleaned up.”

Din nodded, and you started to remove some pieces of his armor in order to reach the skin you needed access to. Once that was done, you washed the wound (trying not to wince at the sounds of discomfort the Mandalorian was making) and got some bacta spray on it. You may have not been a professionally trained nurse - the field of mechanics was more your area of expertise - but you could clean a shot wound if given the right materials.

“How’s that?” you asked Din, trying to not let your eyes linger on the exposed, tan skin of his stomach. 

“Better,” he grunted. “Thank you.”

You gave a nod of acknowledgement and handed him back the pieces of his armor you had taken off to help with the injury. “Here.”

He took the pieces, and after a moment you heard a deep breath come through his modulator. “I’m...glad you’re here. With me. And the kid, too. Who knows where we’d be without you.”

The unexpected sweet words made your cheeks heat up, and you felt a sudden urge to be out of his proximity so you wouldn’t feel so flustered. “Well...thank you,” you said. “I’m glad I can be of help.”

*****

That night, you were lying awake in the dark and thinking about the day’s events. Din could’ve really gotten hurt, even worse than he did, and that thought really scared you. The very idea of losing him made goosebumps crawl all over your skin and a pang make itself known in your chest. 

Just then, you heard footsteps coming in your direction. But they weren’t the ones you were used to hearing - these were somehow lighter. It was the sound of bare feet in contrast to the sound Din’s boots usually made as he clanged throughout the Crest. His shoes must be off, you thought to yourself.

You heard him in the kitchen area, probably taking more pain meds or something of the sort. You were still curious, however, so you called out into the inky expanse around you, “Hey, Din? What are you doing?”

“Just taking some more stuff for the pain,” he replied back. His footsteps then made their way to your bunk, and you saw his silhouette in front of you - all of his armor seemingly removed, sans helmet. The realization that this was him being more vulnerable than he had ever been to you made your heart rate speed up, and you had to take a moment before speaking again.

“Oh,” you said quietly. “How...how are you feeling?”

“Pretty good for a guy who just got shot earlier today,” Din said, and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes fondly at his strange humor.

“Well, I’m glad to hear that. Where’s the kid?”

“I put him down in his pram for the night.”

“Okay. Thanks.”

You heard him shuffle his bare feet in the dark for a moment before he said, “I guess I’ll be back to bed then. Sweet dreams.”

Something took over you then - the part of you that longed for him and his touch, the part of you that didn’t want him to ever leave you. “Can you...stay?”

Silence. 

Your brain went into overdrive, thinking that you overstepped, that he would be mad at you...but then he responded with a soft, “Yes. Of course.”

When he crawled into your bunk next to you, you tried not to overthink the situation, vowing to not let your emotions get the better of you. But then he settled down in the blankets and let out a sigh - a content one, not like the exasperated ones you had heard him use so often towards his son - and you realized all of that was pretty much out the window.

After several minutes of lying beside each other in the pitch dark, you decided to make a genuine effort to get some sleep. Just as you were about to try to doze off, Din spoke once more. “You can’t see me, can you?”

You couldn’t. But you could feel his body heat next to you, and hear his steady breathing. “No, I can’t.”

“Okay, good.” And that was when you heard the hiss and click sound of a helmet being removed, your breath getting caught in your throat. 

He was taking it off. 

Technically (to your knowledge at least) this wasn’t breaking any part of his Creed since you couldn’t see his face, but it made your head spin nonetheless. 

“It’s...usually not very comfortable to sleep with it on,” Din told you, and the sound of his natural voice set off happy butterflies in your stomach.

“I can imagine that’s true,” you replied, letting out a sound that was a mix of a laugh and an exhale.

You lay in silence for a few more moments. Eventually the man next to you said, “Thank you again. For...helping me today.”

“It was nothing, Din,” you assured him. “I’m always here whenever you need me.”

“I know, cyar’ika.” 

He moved a little closer to you then, and you tried once again to not let your mind get clouded by his close proximity. But then he leaned in, his face mere inches from yours, and said, “Can I kiss you?”

It was all you could do to breath out a “Yes, please” before his lips were on yours - warm and soft and a little chapped, causing you to be unable to think of anything else. The kiss was gentle, but with an underlying passion that made you ache.

You couldn’t see his face, but for the first time you could map out what he looked like in some way and you weren’t going to pass down the opportunity. As he continued to kiss you, you put your hands on his cheeks, feeling the slight stubble there. You then moved your fingers to his head, feeling the messy curls and pulling on them just the tiniest bit, your actions being rewarded by a slight moan from Din, making you smile in satisfaction. After what seemed like hours of simply being together in the unlit space, hearing your racing hearts and intertwining your legs, you finally drifted off to sleep - knowing that you would wake up with him beside you.

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[tobealostwanderer]

Padawan

Grogu and Din introduce Luke to a friend

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Again, I wrote this late at night and I haven't proofread. I am not a great writer but I thought that this was adorable so I wanted to write it down. Slight DinLuke mentions. This story can also be found on Wattpad. Enjoy!

It was a peaceful day at the temple. The padawans had the day of so in turn, Luke had some time to relax. Grogu's adoptive father, a Mandalorian called Din Djarin, would come and pick Grogu up in a few hours to have a father-son day.

Luke knew that the Jedi of old didn't agree to attachments with other people, including parents. But something stirred in him when he first picked up Grogu all those months ago. The Mandalorian and Child had a deep connection that wasn't easily broken. Grogu was practically unmanagable when he joined the newly established Jedi temple, and it wasn't until he got his metal ball, a replacement from what he used to play with on his father's ship, and the promise that his dad would visit him soon that he cooperated in the lessons.

Din visited once every two months and Luke got to know the man behind the helmet a bit. After all, the Mandalorian gave his name to him, which he knew was not commonly done. A tiny smile krept on the Master's face as he remembered that day..

Shaking out of the memory, Luke got up from his desk chair and made his way to the sleeping chambers of his pupils. It was about time he got Grogu ready. There weren't many pupils in Luke's temple. His own nephew wouldn't join until he was old enough to show the signs of the Force, but he was certain that he would grow up to be a powerful Jedi.

Knocking on a wooden door at the end of the hallway, a happy coo was heard. Luke opened the door to see Grogu play with his metal ball. The metal was starting to look less polished because of the creature's clawed, green hands. This obviously didn't bother the little alien as he couldn't be parted with it. Through the Force, Luke could feel Grogu's happiness. He knew what today meant.

As if on cue, the loud rumbling of a spaceship could be heard. Grogu squealed and hobbled to his tiny window as fast as he could. The familiar form of the Razor Crest landed closeby. Luke picked up the green baby and smiled down at him.

"Let's go greet your father, little one" he said with a tiny smile. His robes whooshed as he turned around, his leather boots clicking on the tiles as he powerwalked to the entrance. He too was happy to see the Mandalorian again. He was like a friend to him, although not in the way Han is a friend to him. It felt like... more. Luke had to surpress it though. Some people still remembered the Jedi of old, and remembered their customs. Even though most had forgotten, he still needed to be an example to the galaxy.

As the black-clad man and baby stepped outside, the hull door of the spaceship lowered to the ground. A cloud of dust sprang up as the metal hit the ground. The beskar clad man was quick to make his way to the two people in the yard. Happy to see Grogu for a bit. Grogu, in turn, cooed loudly upon seeing Mando.

"He has been behaving very well. He is slowly picking up his lessons. Every day his connection with the Force grows stronger" the sandy haired man said as he stopped in front of the metal clad bounty hunter. "I'm happy to hear that" the bounty hunter said, stroking the baby's green ears affectionately.

Luke handed Grogu over to Din. "I hope to have him back by dinner-" "Actually," Mando interrupted the Jedi Master. "I was wondering if you would like to join us.. Just for today. I think Grogu would like it" to which the Child indeed cooed loudly, raising a clawed hand towards Luke. "I understand if you are busy but he- we would very much like it"

It wasn't often that he saw the beskar clad man in a nervous state. In fact, he can't remember if he ever got nervous before. But Din was moving his weight from one leg to the other and looking around anywhere but at Luke. It was kind of cute...

Luke stowed away his thoughts for now and just grinned at the tall man in front of him. "I would very much like to. I don't go on many adventures anymore. Let me inform my second in command and I shall join you" he said, staying professional even though there wasn't really any reason to be this professional to the man.

Din nodded and turned to his ship, carrying Grogu to it as Luke made his way to his second in command. He quickly relied the message that he would be gone for the afternoon but would hopefully return before midnight. As he finished instructing the Twi'lek female, he made haste to join the father and son on the ship.

It didn't take long for Luke to be settled in and Mando to start the ship. The planet on which he build the new Jedi temple becoming smaller until he felt the familiar lurch of lightspeed. It took a few seconds before Luke was comfortable enough to talk to the Mandalorian.

"Where are we going?" He first asked. He knew he could look into the Mando's head for answers, but he had too much respect to infiltrate the man's mind. "A planet called Corvus. It isn't the most comfortable planet, but we want you to meet someone." Din responded. Grogu gurgled happily and Luke could vagually make out what he was saying: "Very nice, she is. Helped us, she did".

"Who is 'she'?" Luke asked, more to himself than to the two other beings in the cockpit. But nonetheless Mando responded: "You will see, no need to ruin the surprise".

It took exactly two hours when they started to lower into the atmosphere of Corvus. Luke looked at the fires that spread through it. Like it was never meant to be a forest planet, but trees grew anyway just to burn down because of the drought. As they landed close by a walled village, the white mist was almost omenous as ashes hung in the air.

Luke sensed her. She was somewhere inside the village. She almost seemed familliar even though Luke was certain that he never felt such a Force signature before. Whoever she was, was powerful, and most likely has trained like a Jedi. He wondered if she was interested in joining the Jedi again.

Before he realised it, the trio was decending from the Crest and started to walk into the village. Luke followed Din like an uncertain puppy. Because even though he was strong, he felt very out of place on this planet.

It seemed like the crackling of far away forest fires were always heard. Other than that, and the trio's footsteps, the village was quiet. Not many people were out and about and those that were slunk into the background. Luke had no idea why but he had a feeling that Din has scared these people a little.

It wasn't a big village and soon they were met with double doors. They were already opened, seemingly jammed and melted into place by a familiar weapon. Luke's fingers subconsciously stroked his own Lightsaber as they passed through the beautiful garden and to the last and biggest home in the village.

Before Din could knock, the doors flew open and a Togruta woman stood in front of them. Luke could make out a few wrinkles in her face. Her eyes shone wisdom and loss and on her belt she had two 'saber hilts. Even though he had felt her presence before, he was surprised to see the two powerful weapons hanging from her belt.

"Mando, Grogu. It is very nice to see you again. I see you have found a Jedi to train him? Please, do come in" the woman's smooth voice said. The trio stepped into the home and followed their host to the living room. As they all sat down, Grogu playing with a piece of fabric on the floor, Din introduced the two.

"Luke, this is Ahsoka Tano. Ahsoka, Luke Skywalker." As the words left the Mandalorian's lips, the two people looked at eachother with wide eyes. "That's why you are familiar.. It is a pleasure, Luke, to finally meet you. I knew your parents..." She drifted off, thinking back to her Padawan time, thinking of 'her' Skyguy.

Mando had quietly taken Grogu with him outside to let the two Jedi talk. The moment Ahsoka had spoken, he felt like the two needed to speak in private, and havinf a babbling kid around wouldn't help them get to talking. This was a private moment, he knew.

Back with the two Jedi, Luke carefully placed his hand on Ahsoka's. "I have never met them.. truly met them. But I know they cared for you, miss Tano. Ben told me about you" he said, trying to comfort the Togruta woman. "Please," Ahsoka said "call me Ahsoka. And.. who is Ben, if you don't mind me asking? I don't think I've met one" her mind fluttered through memories, trying to remember a 'Ben'.

"My aunt, uncle and I knew him as Ben Kenobi, but his true name was Obi-Wan Kenobi." Luke said calmly. He could see one hundered emotions go through Ahsoka's eyes. Her Force signature seemed to pulse with the same emotions. Happiness, sadness, admiration, respect, hope, love and grief. "Master Kenobi... I... I felt him join the Force a while ago.." Ahsoka swallowed thickly. "He was a nice man. A very good General. Caring, but he never truly understood Anakin" Ahsoka smiled at a few memories that fluttered through her mind. So strong, that they were projected in Luke's mind. Visions of the start of the Clone Wars projected in his mind. A young Ahsoka standing next to a tall, dark haired man he assumed to be his father, Anakin, and a slightly shorter man with an auburn beard that looked very much like a young Ben Kenobi.

"Sorry" Ahsoka said, as the memories stopped playing. "I don't think back a lot to.. that time. I wish you could've met your father... I still cannot believe he changed to the Dark Side" Ahsoka sighed. She was about to stand up as Luke responded to her: "That is the thing, I have met him. In the end, I got to see him. The real him. Anakin. And though our moment was brief, his love was real, and I am glad to have met him" his words shocked Ahsoka. Tears pricked in her eyes as she looked around the room. "I want to believe you-" she whispered, the tears now streaming down her face.

"He is telling the truth" a voice behind them said. Turning around, the two were met with the blue Force Ghost of Anakin Skywalker. "My son is telling the truth, Snips" a smile formed on Anakin's face as he looked at his old Padawan with fondness.

"Skyguy..."

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