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chaoticevilbean · 3 years

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When the Force doesn't know what a kid should look like

SW BI 3

Anakin's brow was starting to sweat. He knew he could keep it up a little longer, but Obi-Wan was already suspecting him and there was another 10 minutes of class. If anyone saw him- they wouldn't kick him out. Would they? No, Jedi were nice. Good.

5 minutes... 3... 1... Anakin heard the teacher dismiss the class and lunged from his seat, his pile of things barely stowed away as he dashed off. He rushed down the halls, leaping around other beings in his haste. He could feel his resolve sliping, but he could see the right hallway, see Obi-Wan's door-

A hand pulled him back by his shirt, lifting him off the ground and destroying all hopes of reaching safety. Anakin had time to register Master Tiin holding his shirt, Masters Fisto and Windu clearly accompanying the Iktotchi. Then he slammed his hands over his ears, his eyes closed, trying to curl up as several sensations and urges kicked back up.

He forgot about the tail.

"Padawan-" Master Windu's voice stuttered out, and Master Fisto began emitting a few high-pitched noises that made Anakin cringe. The Nautolan swiftly stopped, but then there was shouting , and the heat of more bodes, the scents. He was lost in a sandstorm of chaos, he couldn't think, couldn't breathe-

Something warm wrapped him up, enveloped him in familiar. There was someone's robes around him, darkening the world. The tail tried to flick away when a hand pulled that under the robes as well, but Anakin appreciated the gesture.

The familiar face of his mas Obi-Wan looked down into the robes.

"Better?" Anakin blinked languidly up at the man, shrugged, and gave into his instinct to burrow deeper into the darkness. "Anakin, I would really prefer a yes or no of some sort."

An ear flicked into his face in response. Then the other. Both stood straight up for a moment before flattening. Anakin was busy finding out that closer to Obi-Wan meant both warmer and darker. And when the Human pressed into his torso, the Jedi automatically wrapped his arms around the smaller being.

"Master Prix, do you know what's going on?"

"Not necessarily, but I have a theory. If he's been pushing down certain traits, then they might be returning full-force. It happens quite often when one of my people enters a foreign place. Too many unknowns of how another will react to them"

"Does that mean he's responsible for the scratches I keep finding under the sofa?"

"That rat had it coming," Anakin growled out, trying to see if he could go deeper. Sadly, it seemed that was impossible.

"Anakin, do you mean the mouse droid?"

Anakin ignored the question. He knew he wasn’t supposed to scratch things, but he also knew that his hunting instincts had come that day. Although he wondered how his mas Obi-Wan had found the marks.

“What should I do?”

“Make a den, incorporate different training exercises in your day, try to be receptive to any open affection.”

“I meant right now, not that that isn’t helpful.” A den did sound nice. Like the one under his mom’s bed.

Something poked the robes. Anakin’s attention honed in on the movement, ears perking back up and tail starting to twitch. The thing came again, poking enough to nearly touch him before retreating quickly. Obi-Wan's arms withdrew as his Padawan tensed up, the movement moving the robes somewhat.

The third time the thing came, it made its way through the layers, and Anakin immediately pounced on it. He barely realized it was a furred hand before it had grabbed his shirt and started pulling him out of the darkness. He hissed, trying to turn and quickly grab onto Obi-Wan, only to have the traitor pull away from him.

The light in the hallway had been dimmed, and there was only three other people in it. Anakin didn't care much, as he was busy trying to fight off the grasp of an unknown, very furry Jedi in beige. Whoever they were, they knew what they were doing. Faster than even his mother could, Anakin found himself turned around and pinned in a tight hug, someone's head nestled atop his own, right between the ears.

He started growling. He didn't like it. He didn't like losing to some stranger who someone won Obi-Wan's loyalty.

The person started rumbling in response.

Anakin amended himself. They were amazing. His growling turned to purring in an instant, and despite all his logical mind telling him not to, he went practically limp in the hold.

"Think of it like dealing with a loth cat or a dire hound. Hunting instincts will be strongest at first, but they should eventually fade into the background. That is, if he doesn't feel the need to push them down again."

"Hush," Anakin mumbled at the voice, leaning back into what he realized was quite warm fur. Even warmer than Obi-Wan. Another robe wrapped around him, this one belonging to whoever was holding him. His eyes were drooping fast, but who cared? He felt safe for once. Completely and undoubtedly safe...

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Anakin awoke to find himself still wrapped in something warm, but not the same thing. His The ears flattened for a moment before relaxing at the scent. Obi-Wan again. He decided to forgive the man, for the reasoning of the stranger not being an actual competitor and the twice-over of getting hugs.

His eyes opened to the dark room where Obi-Wan usually slept alone. They closed again, content with knowing where he was and ready to sleep himself, like the calm person next to him.

He shot away from the other at the return of his logical instincts. No, at his instincts. Anything else wasn't him. And he'd let them take over before. In front of the Jedi, in front of Obi-Wan. How long had he slept? Did he miss any of his classes?

What was he going to do now‽ He couldn- would he just continue like before? He couldn't! Could he? What if they wanted him to-

He froze at the sudden weight around his shoulders. It took a moment for his brain to restart enough to react. He tried to dart away again, but the weight just starting pressing down a little and he froze once more, waiting. The weight moved a little, shifting until he finally realized what it was.

"Kriff you."

"That's hardly language befitting a Jedi apprentice, now is it?"

"You son of a Hutt."

"I don't know what I did to deserve such name-calling. Care to inform me, dear Padawan of mine?"

"You motherkarker."

"Anakin!" Said boy giggled at the offended tone of his mas Obi-Wan, who retaliated by pulling him into a hug.

"Wait, no!" He struggled to pull himself away, to no avail. He grumbled as he flopped back, resigning himself to being stuck.

"I know you don't want to talk about this, seeing as you went as far as you did to hide it, but I would like to discuss it at least partially."

Anakin tried to free himself again. He failed again. He decided it was more annoying that he was so weak than that he was getting hugs. Was he getting the hugs because he was getting annoyed?

"Please?"

"Fine," Anakin sighed, settling into his mas Obi-Wan's chest. "What do I need to tell you?"

"Why did none of this come up in Master Che's check-up? Or did it and you didn't tell me? It's alright if it's the latter, I simply wish to know."

"It came up, ish. She did all the stuff and then asked if there's anything I should tell her, and I told her I was hiding it, but she doesn't know anything besides I have them."

"And what is 'it'?"

"Uhm..." Anakin thought for a moment, mentally going over his list of features. "Physical stuff, like the tail and the ears. Mental stuff, like the, uhm, the 'hunting'. Other stuff, but I don't really know what."

"And how does this 'hiding' work? According to Master Prix, it seems less like hiding and more like suppressing your... quirks."

Anakin tried to squirm away from his mas Obi-Wan. He sighed when it worked as well as before. He knew how to explain it all. His mom had helped him learn it so he would know if it came up. But knowing and doing are very different. And it's all a habit and habits are hard to break.

"Uhm, just- I just tell myself to wait? Like, until I sleep or get somewhere... safe?" That was awful.

"And what was earlier? Master Windu said that you were sprinting and just.. popped out a tail and all that."

"I- well, there's- rrrr." Anakin let out a short growl as he attempted to sort his thoughts. He was a Padawan. He could do this. He took a deep breath, trying to translate it all into the right words.

"On Tatooine, it's hot in the day. And it's very cold at night." He paused. Obi-Wan said nothing, waiting. He needed to figure out a way to thank his mas Obi-Wan. "And no one does much during midday, and no one does much during midnight. Around that, people like to head inside and start to adjust." Was that right? Yes, he was sure he hadn't mixed up the opposites again.

"So when it starts to get closer to midday or midnight, everyone sleeps. But on Coruscant, most people sleep once. And all the Humans sleep once. Once during a cycle," Anakin clarified. Obi-Wan made a noise of understanding, prompting his Padawan to fall silent and wait.

"So, if I'm understanding correctly, the reason you were in such a rush to make it back to our quarters was so you could stop hiding." He got a small nod in affirmation. "And the reason you were struggling to hide is because you are used to sleeping twice every cycle, for shorter times. Therefore, you are used to shorter periods in which you feel the need to hide." Another nod.

"Anakin why do you hide? I understand doing so on Tatooine, given its shifty nature. But you have been at the Temple for a month. Surely you understand you are safe here."

"Habit."

Obi-Wan said nothing to the short answer for a moment. Then he stood up, pulling his Padawan up with him. He turned the boy around, staring into the eyes that were both so different and so much the same as the ones he'd been seeing for a month.

"We don't have to go over everything now, but... do you want to break this habit?"

"...yes."

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[Should I do more?]

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theloneliestshipper · 3 years

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I saw you were taking random prompts and I thought of this lol. Boba and Leia are both single parents and somehow their kids meet and the kids hatch a plan to get their parents together? like a parent trap situation but the kids aren’t siblings & Boba and Leia aren’t divorced?

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Family Weekend

Rated G

“This is quite an event,” Leia noted, looking around at the gathering of students and family members. “Were you expecting such a large turnout?”

“No, but I’m glad so many came.” Luke was also surveying the mountainside clearing. “I said I wanted this Jedi order to be more transparent, and letting their families see what they’re doing is part of that.” He turned back to her and grinned. “Plus it’s a two day camping trip. What’s the worst that can happen?”

“I guess you’ll find out.” Leia spotted Ben, who had claimed two woven mats for them at the far side of the circle. When she drew closer she saw that Grogu was with him. “It’s no wonder they get along so well,” Han had remarked after meeting the little creature. “He doesn’t talk and Ben talks enough for both of them.”

“His dad couldn’t come,” Ben reported to Leia as she sat down cross-legged on one of the mats. Grogu’s ears twitched and his head lowered.

“Sit with us,” Leia invited, patting the mat. Grogu shuffled over to join them as Luke moved into the center of the circle.

“Okay, we’ll get started now. Thank you for coming. I hope this will help you feel connected to what your child is learning. For the first exercise we’ll be doing a meditation similar to the ones we use in training. Please find a mat and get comf-”

A gasp from the sidelines drew everyone’s attention away from Luke. A man in Mandalorian armor was difficult to ignore. Especially when that man was Boba Fett.

“I’m here for Grogu,” he announced. “His dad asked me to come in his place.”

Grogu perked up immediately and made a happy noise, diffusing some of the tension. Luke smiled at him. “Of course.” He turned back to the bounty hunter. “You can take your seat with him. We were just about to start.”

“Oh great,” Leia murmured when she realized who her neighbor would be. Ben looked up at her, concerned.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. Just someone I haven’t seen in a while.” She smiled stiffly at Fett as he approached. “Never expected to see you here.”

“That makes two of us.” He lowered himself onto the mat, imitating her cross-legged position. Grogu made a happy noise and put a small hand on his knee.

“Where’s your tent?” Ben asked.

“No one said anything to me about a tent.” When Grogu’s ears pricked up Fett’s helmet tilted in his direction. “Never mind, ad’ika. We’ll sleep under the stars.”

The mediation exercises were familiar to Leia, but she found it hard to concentrate with the bounty hunter beside her. For the last meditation stage Luke invited everyone to lay on their mats and focus on the sky as the first stars of the evening emerged.

“Think about the people who aren’t here with us,” Luke coached from the center of the circle. “See the stars and in the sky and feel the connection between every living thing in the galaxy.”

Some movement caught Leia’s eye and she turned her head just enough to see Grogu laying on Fett’s stomach instead of the mat, his eyes in the sky. “Thinking about your dad?” Fett inquired in a low voice. Grogu made a soft noise and turned over, pressing his cheek against the bounty hunter’s beskar chestplate. His hand came up to pat Grogu’s back.

After the meditation exercise was dinner. R2-D2 circled around with sandwiches and cups of hot broth while Luke built a fire in the center of the circle. The temperature was dropping steadily.

Fett removed his helmet to eat, drawing a few more curious stares from the other attendees. No one was rude enough to say anything about the scars that covered his face and scalp. Leia watched Ben closely to make sure he didn’t comment or stare, but Ben didn’t seem surprised. Perhaps Grogu had said something to him or perhaps, Leia realized, Ben had seen him before. If Fett had somehow become a member of Grogu’s circle, it was possible he had been here before with Grogu’s father.

As she ate she tried to come with a polite way of asking about his connection but for once her verbosity failed her. It was probably better if she just minded her own business. She was preparing to head towards her tent when she realized that Fett was moving towards her. Without his helmet she could see the tension in his eyes. “Is Grogu with your kid?”

“I don’t-” she looked around. “Ben?” She called, but there was no answer. Everyone else was headed to their tents for the night.

“Everything okay?” Luke called back. He was standing in the midst of a group of parents and she didn’t want to worry him.

“It’s fine,” she assured him before turning back to the bounty hunter. “I’m going to say ‘yes,’ because they’re probably together. Where did you see him last?”

“Right over there.” He gestured at the edge of the woods. “ Fek. I knew I should have put a tracking device on that little womp rat.”

“Would they have gone into the woods? It’s pretty dark.”

“Grogu has my helmet.” It was a statement he clearly didn’t enjoy. “Do you have a light or something?”

“Yes,” Leia said, keeping a tight lid on her amusement. She could see his frustration and concern. “Don’t worry,” she added as she fetched a portable lantern from her pack. “We’ll find them.”

She had, of course, a natural advantage but she kept that information to herself. “Let’s start here,” she said, letting the Force guide her steps.

They had gone further into the forest that Leia anticipated. They picked their way over rocks and fallen logs, the lantern casting deep shadows behind the trees. “Great,” she muttered. “This could be a long walk.”

“I’m surprised Solo isn’t here to help keep track of his kid.”

“Han did the field trip to the Mon Calamari opera last week.” There was a steep slope to their left, and Leia sensed something in the brush above them. “Wait.” She put her hand out too suddenly and accidentally connected with the bounty hunter’s thigh. She quickly dropped her hand as he stopped, standing close behind her.

There was murmur of voices further up the slope, and the rustling of brush.

“My dad has a girlfriend now,” Ben was saying. “She’s nice. But mom isn’t even trying to date anyone. She says she’s not lonely even though she really is.”

Leia pressed her lips together tightly. Well, that loth cat was out of the bag. She started to call out to her son, but Ben started talking again.

“Is it because his face is all messed up? I don’t think my mom would mind. Uncle Luke says what she really needs is someone who can make her take a vacation.” A pause. “Yeah, he seems like he could.”

Leia turned her head towards Fett, prepared to roll her eyes and make some flippant remark, but the expression on his face caught her off guard. There was something new in his eyes, some kind of understanding that made her immediately look away.

She could stomach a lot of things. Pity from Boba Fett wasn’t one of them. She started to move forward, to climb the slope to her son, but the loose stones and dirt beneath her feet shifted and she stumbled.

Fett’s arm caught her around the waist and kept her from sliding down any further. Her cheeks burned with annoyance as she put her hand on his arm to steady herself. “I’m fine,” she said, carefully polite as she turned back to face him. “Thank you.”

“Your brother’s an idiot,” He said. His voice was low and warm in a way that Leia wasn’t prepared for. Her eyes dropped to his mouth because he was that close and technically speaking, there was nothing to stop her from kissing Boba Fett. If she wanted to.

“Mom?” Ben scrambled through the brush. “What are you doing here?”

Fett quickly dropped his arm from her waist and Leia put her hands on her hips. “We were looking for you and Grogu.”

Fett’s helmet emerged, animated by Grogu’s shuffling steps. “Next time, ask,” the bounty hunter said as he reclaimed it. “Come on. It’s bedtime.”

“It’s cold,” Ben pointed out. “Too cold to be sleeping outside.” He looked up at Leia, all virtuous concern. She thought about telling him that she knew about his little scheme, but then again, why not let him have fun with his friend? And it was cold.

“Our tent is big enough to share,” she told Fett. “You and Grogu are welcome to join us.”

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headfulloffantasies · 3 years

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Legacy Returning

Din Djarin is not fit to be the Mand’alor. He runs from the responsibility and more specifically from Bo-Katan.

Ao3

Legacy Returning

Din received a hail while he was flying between planets on the Outer Rim. He opened the hail without thinking, expecting Karga or Cara with a new bounty.

Bo Katan’s face flickered through the hologram. Din dove for the disengage button.

“Din Djarin.”

Too late.

Din slumped in his seat. He had come to hate that stupid headband so much. “I’m not fighting you for the Darksaber,” he cut right to the chase.

Bo Katan pressed her lips together in a frown. “If you will not face me in combat then you must return to Mandalore and begin reparations.”

Din had never stepped foot on Mandalore. It was hard to return to a place you’d never been.

“No thank you,” he said. He reached out to end the call.

“Consider your fellow vod,” Bo Katan said.

Vod. Brothers. Din had no brothers. His covert had been destroyed. He had broken his Creed. He had no one but the foundling he’d given away.

“Mandalore needs its leader,” Bo Katan pleaded.

“That’s not me,” Din said. “If you want the Darksaber, I’m throwing it in the nearest supernova.”

He hung up.

Din arrived on Tatooine at Peli’s shop. She came out of her office wiping her hands on a rag. “Where’s the little womp rat?” She asked in place of a greeting.

Din swallowed hard. “He’s with his kind,” he said.

Peli’s face fell. “Well, next time you have him, bring him this way. I like the little guy.”

Din smiled under his helmet.

“I need some help,” he admitted.

Peli came over and banged a fist on the side of his new ship. “Doesn’t look too bad. Better than your old rust heap.”

“Not with the ship,” Din said. “I need someplace to hide.”

Peli turned on him with a finger pointed in his face. “I know you’re a good person under that bucket, Mando, but if you bring trouble to Mos Eisley I won’t forgive you.”

“Noted,” Din nodded.

Peli dropped the offending finger. “So, what kind of trouble are you in now?”

Din sighed loud enough that it crackled through his helmet. “I accidentally became ruler of Mandalore.”

Peli blinked. She burst out laughing. “You? You can barely take care of the kid!”

Din bristled at that. He’d done excellent with Grogu. He’d found the Jedi for him, hadn’t he?

“Do you know of anywhere I can lay low?” He asked.

Peli shrugged. “People come to Tatooine to disappear all the time. You might want to ask the new crime lord at the Hutt Palace if you’re looking for work.”

Din startled. “There’s a new crime lord?”

Peli waved her hands. “Regimes fall every day. Do I look like a newswave?”

Din thanked her and decided he’d make his way to the Hutt Palace. Work was good. It would keep him occupied until he could figure out his next move.

At the Palace a pretty girl led Din down the stone steps to the throne room. Din’s footsteps echoed in the quiet halls.

They rounded the corner. A throne sat on a raised platform. Din let out a soft curse. “Boba Fett?”

The green helmeted Mandalorian leaped off his throne. “Mando! I thought you’d been killed by that kriffing Mandalorian princess.”

“Not yet,” Din extended his hand. They clasped vambraces. Fennec appeared from behind the throne, carrying a bottle of blue spotchka.

“Nice to see you again,” she smirked.

“What can I do for you, my friend?” Boba asked.

“A job, if you have any,” Din answered. “A hiding place, if not.”

Boba exchanged a glance with Fennec. “You’re running from Bo Katan?”

Din sighed. The sound came from the depths of his very core. “She’s decided if she can’t beat me, she’ll join me.”

“Which means what?” Boba asked.

“She’s trying to put me on the throne of Mandalore,” Din explained.

There was a beat of silence. Boba Fett burst into laughter. The sound bounced off the stone walls. Fennec tried her best, but her smile broke into giggles. Fett bent over and braced himself on his knees while he caught his breath.

“That girl has no taste,” Boba Fett said.

Din wasn’t sure if he should be offended.

Boba sent Din on a task to collect a wayward dealer who’d skimmed some money off the top of Boba’s operation.

“She’s way out in the Dune Sea,” Boba said. “That should be far enough away from Bo Katan.”

Din borrowed Peli’s speeder and set out. As he rode into the sweltering heat of the desert Din reflected on his friends’ reactions to his supposed rulership. No one thought he could do it. Kriff, even Din didn’t think he should be the Mand’alor, but some support would be nice. He definitely could not accept the throne, though. He was dar’manda; he’d lost his Way. He couldn’t lead Mandalore. Especially when he’d come to understand that most Mandalorians did not in fact follow the Way. He should just accept Bo Katan’s challenge and let her have the stupid Darksaber. Kriff, what a stupid system to have a laser sword determine the right to rule. What if it got stolen?

Din arrived at the coordinates Boba Fett had given him. Amid the towering rocks jutting out of the sand Din found a cave. It seemed like the place a normal species would take cover from the suns.

Din stepped into the shade. His visor adjusted to the dimness. A blanket, a dead firepit and a mess of used ration wrappers strewed on the ground. And- was that? Yep. That was a bomb.

Din came to with his ears ringing. He blinked through his visor. Twin suns pierced his vison. He took a breath.

Dank Farrik, that hurt. He ground his teeth against the wave of pain. When it faded enough to manage, Din took stock. It didn’t feel like any shrapnel had pierced his skin. At most, his head hurt. And his ribs under the chest plate.

Gingerly, Din sat up. Smoke billowed out of the cave. The blast had obviously thrown him backwards into the sand. It would take days to clean all the grit from his armour.

A shadow fell over him. Din looked up, a hand on his blaster.

“Dank Farrik,” he hissed. Blue Mandalorian armour filled his vision.

Bo Katan lifted her helmet. Behind her, Kaska Reeves held the collar of Din’s bounty.

Din wobbled to his feet. “What are you doing here?”

Bo Katan had the audacity to look shocked. “I’m here to speak to you. You are the Mand’alor.”

“No.” Din unclipped the Darksaber from his belt. Bo Katana stiffened. Din drew back his arm and pitched the Darksaber as far as he could. He nearly toppled over. The Darksaber winked in the light of the twin suns and vanished into the desert.

Bo Katan made a sound like a choked loth cat. Din did not care. He stomped over to Kaska Reeves and snatched his bounty from her.

“Wait,” she said. “She has to stand trial for trying to assassinate the Mand’alor.”

“No,” Din repeated. He tossed his bounty over his speeder and took off. Bo Katan yelled after him. Probably something about disrespecting his cultural heritage. Din still didn’t care.

Boba Fett took one look at Din at decided he needed a drink. Din agreed, but he’d prefer to drink alone. Besides, any planet with Bo Katan on it was not a planet he could stay on.

Din stayed one step ahead of Bo Katan for longer than he actually expected. Say you want about the princess, but she was competent and crafty. She managed to lure him to a backwater swamp with a fake bounty puck.

“I don’t want it,” Din said. Bo Katan held out the Darksaber to him imploringly. She must have spent hours cleaning the sand from its mechanisms.

Din sighed. “Do you want to arm wrestle for it? Would that work?”

Bo Katan’s eyebrows creased. “The Darksaber must be won in combat.”

Din sagged. He was so very tired of people telling him things he didn’t understand.

“I don’t know anything about it,” Din explained. “I don’t know how it works.”

He meant it as an excuse to pass the light sword along to her, but Bo Katan took it as an invitation to recite the Darksaber’s history.

It was… a lot.

Din latched onto one very important detail. “So, it hasn’t always been a symbol of the Mand’alor.”

Bo Katan faltered. “Well, no, but-.”

“And it was stolen from the Jedi,” Din said.

“Yes. But it was Mandalorian first,” Bo Katan emphasised. “The Jedi had no right-.”

“So, it actually belongs to the Jedi,” Din finished his train of thought.

He swiped the Darksaber from Bo Katan’s lax grip. He whipped around and ran up the ramp of his ship.

Bo Katan yelled after him, “Where are you going?”

“I’m giving it back to the Jedi,” Din shouted back. Glowing satisfaction filled his chest at the strangled noise Bo Katan made.

The best part was that he had an actual excuse to go see Grogu. Usually, he showed up to the Jedi academy with a half baked defense about protecting the children or something. Luke humored him, for which Din was eternally grateful. It wouldn’t do to have to kneecap his son’s teacher.

Din knew Luke was dramatic. The man wore a cape. Din did not wear a cape; it was a cloak and it was different. Capes were for dramatic entrances. This time though, Din thought Luke had taken the cake. Upon being presented with the Darksaber, Luke had vaulted into a tree and refused to come down.

“It belongs to the Jedi!” Din shouted up at Luke. He could just see his pale blond hair through the thick foliage.

“I want nothing to do with that thing!” Luke shot back.

Fine. Din could play dirty then. “Isn’t your sister Force sensitive? Does she need a laser sword?”

“Do not give the Death Saber to my sister!” Luke hissed.

Din did not move from his position of holding the Darksaber up towards Luke. He realised he looked much like Bo Katan had when she offered Din the sword. Kriff, why was she only person in the galaxy who wanted it but wouldn’t take it?

“Do any of your other students need a weapon?” Din suggested. He perked up. “What about Grogu? How long until he gets a sword? I can hold onto it for him until he’s ready.”

Luke sobbed.

Rude. Din thought it was a great idea. “It’ll be like a family heirloom.”

“I will murder you in your sleep,” Luke mumbled in the tree. “I will smother you with your pillow.”

Good luck with that. Din wore the helmet to sleep while he visited the academy. He’d had a close call with curious children the first time he’d come to see Grogu. Force users had no regard for locks that couldn’t stop them.

Anyways, Luke could not stay in that tree forever. Luke seemed to realise this too. He finally dropped back to ground level with surprising grace. He had a leaf stuck in his hair. It made him look much younger.

“That thing,” Luke jabbed a finger at the Darksaber. “Has been used to destroy the Jedi. It has no place here.”

Din looked down at the blade. “I don’t understand,” he admitted. “It’s just a thing. An object. But everyone acts like it has a will and a destiny. It’s a tool. Tools don’t care what you use them for; they don’t know the difference between good and evil.”

Din had Luke’s full attention. It was a bit daunting. Din swallowed. “Instead of giving more power to the stories of evil deeds, why don’t you use it for good? Reclaim its legacy.”

Luke squinted at him. “You’re a very clever man, Din Djarin. And a very tricky one.”

At least someone thought so.

“Does that mean you’ll take it?” Din extended the Darksaber again.

Luke hesitated. “I think,” Luke said slowly. “That you should be the one to reclaim the Darksaber’s legacy. The Force is working very strongly around you, Din Djarin.”

Din sagged. “I don’t want to be the Mand’alor.”

“Then don’t,” Luke said.

Din’s gaze snapped up to the Jedi.

Luke shrugged. “Part of the Darksaber’s dark legacy is the bloody war for the throne of Mandalore. If you hold the Darksaber but refuse to claim Mandalore then the Mandalorians will have to come up another system to choose their leader.”

Din narrowed his eyes. Luke had a devious mind. It might just work.

“You want me to spend the rest of my life defending the Darksaber from would be assassins and someday die a natural death without ever being defeated?”

Luke shrugged. “Something like that.” He grinned. “You’re doing great so far.”

Din resolutely did not mention he’d been blown up earlier that month.

Din clipped the Darksaber to his belt. “Fine. But if anybody calls me a Jedi, I’m bringing the sword right back here and burying it forever.”

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The Mandalorian Chapter 4 Discussion

I’m back again rewatching the Mandalorian and ready to share my thoughts as I watch the episodes. As always, thoughts below the cut because this will get long

These klatooinian raiders look like pugs and I just can’t stop picturing it

I was reading the concept art book and now looking at this episode again I think it’s a really nice touch that most of the villagers clothing has blue in it because their main source of income is the blue krill they farm

god I love Omera... bisexual milf

(spoilers?) knowing that the Child absolutely understands Din makes this scene 10x funnier

hes just a toddler whos bored and found out that annoying his dad is more fun than anything else

baby’s little “weee” when Mando picks him up

mando using affectionate terms with the kid even if they are teasing “little womp rat” just obliterates me

he so easily falls into the role of caregiver and it raises the question of if most Mandalorians in his covert were taught how to take care of children

MANDO TAKING THE CHILDS HANDS OFF THE STICK I CANT HANDLE IT

HES JUST SO LITTLE AND MANDO IS JUST SUCH A DAD

But Mando trying to communicate to the Child is so fucking funny... hes a child mando... hes not going to listen

god this shot remains one of my favorite simply because of how funny it is and the height difference

does mando slow down so the kid can keep up

i want a loth cat and i want one now

the drama of exiting the building

I hate Gina but omg Cara coming out swinging is just so funny

and the way she sends mando into a SCORPION with how hard she hit him

I just really like the idea of mando and other heavy hitters going at it until theyre both laying there like “fuck”

BABY ESCAPE

“you want some soup?”

so are there people tracking Cara down because she left the troopers?

ITS A WHOLE FUCKING PLANET JUST GO TO THE OTHER SIDE

how did they hear about him and how do they research mandalorians

I think mando being ready to help just to find some quiet place to stay is so fucking funny

yes mando theyre farmers in the middle of nowhere

the vibes of this shot...

like father like son

i wish cara was played by a better actress

“nearly threw hands with a 13 yo today”

HE PUT THE CHILD IN A CRIB AAAA

if you didnt want them leaving why did you agree to let them play

omera probably had some experience with an overprotective dad

idk how long he’s been there and i love Omera but i just hate how everytime someone meets Mando their first questions are along the lines of “why cant you take the helmet off” or “when did you last take it off”

thats his business!!

everyone acts like its some tragedy that he cant remove his helmet and like, i get it - it seems like it sucks but thats his way of life. thats how he was raised and it shouldnt be depicted as some big loss

i love how this show is shown from the perspective of regular people who dont know about jedi or sith or the war

and HOW DID THEY GET AN IMPERIAL WALKER??

he is such a HIMBO

cara/omera cara/omera cara/omera

my question is, was omera originally from somewhere else? did she marry from outside of the village? how is she the only one with any kind of shooting experience if she never left the village? considering shes a widow theres probably a good chance her husband had been some kind of soldier

fuck she really just busts through that door huh

its really interesting how they chose to depict the walker as some kind of sentient robot rather than just.. a machine being piloted

WHY DIDNT THEY DUCK DOWN

“come to mama” yes maam

omera yelling and caben and stoke im

IM GAY FOR STRONG WOMEN

i know theres chemistry between omera and din but why cant omera and cara get together... please PLEASE

its the lean for me... yes sir i love you mando

stop fucking asking about the helmet stop asking about the helmet

cara it sounds like youre Projecting

god the droids are so cool

im pretty sure this is the first time someone has referred to the child as mandos child “your boy”

mandos voice crack, he wants to settle down and be happy, or at the very least provide a life for the child to be happy but he probably thinks he could never achieve/deserve it

MANDOS FIRST INSTINCT IS ALWAYS TO PROTECT/SHIELD

that shot of mando crushing the fob... sexy

let cara stay with omera omg i wish they would just let there be wlw

#star wars #the mandalorian #Mandalorian Discussion #mandalorian episode 4 #din djarin #omera

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mythmica · 6 years

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Ezra’s Day

Surprise! So this is my @rebelsgiftexchange submission for @redrikki! (Sorry it took a bit, irl stuff got in the way and I wanted to make sure it was perfect (especially since this is the first fic I’ve done lol) before posting. Hope you like it!

A/N: So for this fic I thought it’d be interesting to see how another “Empire Day” later down the storyline would have turned out. This is set around season 3.

Word Count: 1746

"Ezra."

The boy looked up at his father, who knelt down and placed a hand on his shoulder.

The man lowered his voice. "We have to stand up for people in need. Especially those in trouble with the Empire." he gestured towards the stormtroopers in the distance, and then at the frightened faces of the crowd. "Remember, if we don't stand up, who will?"

Ezra tightened his grip on his father's hand before looking away. He blinked. Suddenly, the sky was overcast, and the plaza was empty.

"I'm proud of you, son." he turned back to his father and gasped. His face, previously youthful, had suddenly aged, and streaks of grey marked his hair.

Ezra tugged his hand away and stepped back, trembling. "Dad?"

He smiled sadly. "Remember, son. No matter what, stay strong…” Ezra's vision began to darken.

"And have hope.”

Ezra woke up with a start, sitting up to check his surroundings.

He was still on his bunk. It was dark and the room was quiet, save for Zeb's light snores below him. He exhaled and lay back down.

It had been a while since he had a dream about his parents. Not since he found out that they were gone for good. He rubbed at the tears in his eyes before closing them.

Figures, considering what today is, he thought bitterly.

Empire day. His birthday. No matter how old he got, no matter how much he tried to forgot the so called "holiday", each year the day was a painful reminder to what he'd lost. And a couple of years ago, he'd probably still be on the streets, hungry, alone, and afraid, under the empire's tight fist in capitol city.

But things had changed. He'd found a new family, and new hope as they inspired and taught him to fight back against the Empire's tyranny.

He wasn't a loth rat who only looked out for himself anymore. He was a rebel. And thanks to Kanan, he was a jedi.

Ezra smiled for a moment before frowning. His recent birthdays hadn't gone too well. He had just turned fifteen on the day the crew got mixed up in a mission to get Tseebo off Lothal. On his sixteenth the crew had split up for separate missions.

Today he turned seventeen, and he couldn't help but hope for today to be mission-free, or for Hera to at least have a simple one planned.

After trying (and failing) to go back to sleep, he slowly made his way off his bunk and trudged to the kitchen, where he poured himself some water and sat at the table. Hopefully Chopper wasn't lurking around- he wasn't in the mood to deal with the grumpy droid, and he didn't want to risk having him alert the rest of the crew that he was up this early.

Yawning, he propped his head up the table and debated brewing some caf. Might as well, since he didn’t want to risk another dream like that. He finished the water and began rummaging in the cabinets.

“Bit early to be making breakfast, isn’t it?”

Ezra jumped, and then grinned sheepishly as Kanan walked in. "I was just planning on making some caf. Sorry if I woke you."

"You didn't." he answered. "At least, not because you were making noise."

Guilt tugged at him. Kanan could always tell when something was up, and Ezra had been so distracted by the dream that'd he had forgotten to shield himself through the force- which means his fear and stress was what alerted him to his padawan's status.

"The caf can wait. It's not a good idea this early anyway." he strode past him to take a seat at the table. “So, what’s bothering you?”

Ezra sighed and poured two glasses of water before walking over to the table. He offered the glass to Kanan, who accepted it, before sitting across from him.

“Bad dream.”

“Because of today?”

“Yeah. Long live the Empire, huh?” Ezra picked at the table. “With how long it’s been it’s sure starting to feel like it will live forever.”

Kanan frowned. “Kid. I know today’s hard for you.” He sighed. “It is for all of us. But you know what helps me?” He set the glass down. “Looking at how much things have changed. Sure, the Empire’s still around. But so is the Rebellion. And we’re part of something much bigger now than it was a couple of years ago.” He grinned. “So things will change, ok? Just gotta have hope.”

Ezra smiled. “You’re right. But...it’s still just-“

“-Hard. I know. And it’s ok to feel down about it. Especially since it’s your birthday, and I know you’re probably thinking about your parents right?” he said softly. “Is that what the dream was about?”

Kanan felt a spike of sadness from his padawan and continued. “You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to, alright? Just know that I’m here for you. We all are.”

There was a pause. “Even Chopper?”

The man laughed. “Even Chopper. Well, most of the time.”

Ezra chuckled before swallowing the lump in his throat. “Thanks, Kanan. For everything. It means a lot.”

“Anytime. And thank you too, ok?”

His brows furrowed. “What for?’

Kanan downed the glass of water before continuing. “For how you’ve changed and helped me as well, along with the rest of the crew. No matter what feelings today brings, just remember that we’re glad to have met you. Ok?”

Ezra reached up to rub at his eyes. “Ok.”

Kanan stood up and put both empty glasses away before returning and patting the boy’s shoulder. “Now try get some rest. It’ll help.”

Ezra nodded and stood up, turning to leave before stopping. “Kanan?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you know if Hera has anything major planned for today? Not that that would be a problem!” he stammered, “I just want to know how busy today will be.

Kanan paused to think. “I don’t think so. I mean, no missions that I know of. I’ll check with her later.”

Ezra exhaled. “Ok. Good night- er, Good morning.”

He chuckled. “Good night, Ezra.”

Kanan waited until he left before speaking up again. “You can come out now.”

Shuffling was heard before Hera appeared in the doorway, yawning. “Everything ok?”

He nodded. “Yeah. He’ll be fine. Today’s always a bit hard for him. How much did you hear?”

“Only a bit at the end. Thought it’d better to let you handle it. And to answer his question, we’ve got a free day, shockingly enough. No missions and all the errands and chores are done. So we’ve got all day to carry out Sabine’s plan.” she smiled.

Kanan smiled back. While the crew couldn’t change the bad memories today brought for Ezra, they could at least help him make some good ones.

Later that day the Ghost crew began preparing for Sabine’s plan in the common area.

Zeb groaned loudly. “Argh, when’s that kid gonna wake up? The day’ll probably be over by the time we get done waiting.”

“Keep it down, will you?” Sabine shushed him. “It’s not that late yet anyways.”

Kanan tapped the table. “He didn’t get that much sleep last night, Zeb. Give him a break.”

Chopper grumbled loudly.

“No Chopper, you’re not going to wake him up.” Hera rolled her eyes. “Knowing you you’d probably shock him.”

“You’re definitely right about that.” Ezra called out from the hall before walking in the room. “Although the chatter woke me-“ he stopped as he took in the room.

“Surprise!” the group shouted.

Ezra blinked as he looked around. There was a banner decorated in blue paint that spelled out “Happy Birthday Ezra!”, surrounded in little drawings. Probably Sabine’s handiwork. The table was covered in food, including some treats and fruits Ezra recognized from Lothal. There were also some boxes stacked up in the seat across from Kanan.

Ezra took a bit to absorb everything before speaking. “Guys… what-”

Hera walked up and put an arm around his shoulders. “We thought we’d surprise you with a little party today. I know your birthdays haven’t always been very happy, but we wanted to at least help cheer you up,” she nodded at Sabine. “It was Sabine’s idea.”

Ezra turned to look at her and she grinned.

“Sabine, I-“ he swallowed the lump in his throat and smiled. “Thank you. All of you.”

“Don’t thank us yet, kid, wait till we finish all this grub!” Zeb yelled reaching for the table.

The rest of the day was spent eating, laughing, talking. There were even stories, Hera recalling how she met Kanan, Zeb boasting about his achievements from when he was in the Honor Guard.

Then came the gifts. Ezra couldn’t remember the last time he’d celebrated a birthday, much least received a birthday gift.

A new helmet from Zeb.

A necklace with a stone pendent from Hera.

A couple of credits from Chopper. (He suspected they were probably from Hera.)

A painting of the entire Ghost crew from Sabine.

And a journal from Kanan. It was half empty, the first half being full of messages written by each of the team along with drawings, jokes, and other things. “For when you’re feeling down or we’re all separated on missions and whatnot.” he explained. “Figured it might help.”

Ezra set the journal down next to the other gifts and brushed his eyes before looking up. “I- I don’t know what to say.” he laughed.

Sabine put a hand on his shoulder. “It’s ok. We just wanted to help make today a bit brighter. Did it work?”

Ezra grinned. “Yeah. It really did. Thank you.”

Soon enough they all left to get ready for bed, each wishing Ezra happy birthday again before they left. Now it was just him and Kanan once again.

But before Ezra turned to head back to his cabin after saying goodnight, Kanan spoke up again. “Ezra.”

He turned back. “Yeah?”

“I’m proud of you. We all are. You’ve grown so much as a rebel, as a jedi , and as a good person. Your parents would be proud.

Ezra was unable to stop from letting his tears spill this time, and hugged his master after stammering out his thanks.

He wouldn’t remember today as a painful reminder of what he had lost. Instead he would remember what he had now. A new family, a new sense of strength, and a new hope.

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