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elenamiria · 4 years

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Din Djarin, Paz Vizsla, Boba Fett x Reader - Kinktober Day 25

Cock Worship | Erotic Dancing | Overstimulation | Exhibitionism/Voyeurism

Word Count: 3.5k Warnings: fem reader, lapdancing, p in v sex, creampies, blowjobs, fingering, deepthroating, size difference/kink, multiple orgasms, pet names, voyeurism & exhibitionism, very lightly edited so there may be mistakes (oops)

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You should have known that sleemo wasn't going to let you get away with it. It was his own fault really. You had repeatedly told him the rules (No touching, no groping, pay up front) and he repeatedly broke them, you should have simply called security and let them deal with it but something about him pissed you off so much that you slipped a little spice into his drink. Not enough to kill him or seriously hurt him but enough so that you could steal his credits and his fancy holo-pad and that he couldn't stop you. It was then that you had security throw him out after grasping his chin tightly and whispering some nasty words to him that you would actually kill him if he ever showed up again.

Life had gone on after that and you honestly almost forgot about it. That is until the bounty hunters started showing up. Now bounty hunters coming to a club to watch the dancers wasn't unusual and you being requested for a private dance wasn't unusual either. What was unusual was when the first bounty hunter tried to bring you in, though he wasn't the smartest. Trying to slip you a drugged drink which you insisted he drink first, with your assistance of course, and when he took a small sip you had crawled on his lap, pinning his hands down as you tipped every last drop down his throat.

From there it was really a never ending stream, it had started slow but soon there was one you were fending off nearly every day. It honestly grew exhausting beating them with everything from a small knife coated with a weak poison that would knock them out tucked safely away in your panties, some you just offered money to while others forgot the bounty when you danced for them, one man you kicked in the nether regions so hard he left of his own free will figuring it wasn't worth it. Yes, you were pretty sure that this was going to be your new life - constantly on guard - though you weren't too upset considering all of the hunters paid you for a dance up front so you were raking in quite a few credits. But when three Mandalorians walked in you nearly fell off of the pole you were currently dancing on, you knew they had to be here for you.

You had been managing just fine when it was single bounty hunters coming after you but three, this was going to be impossible. You continued your routine until the song finished and you quickly switched out to try to come up with a plan. They had sat right in front of the stage you had just been on and deciding to get ahead of the metaphorical speeder you approach them.

You sauntered up with all the false confidence of the world, one of them - the green one - shifted up in interest as you approached as he had been relaxed sprawling over the couch. The blue one tilted his head in your direction and the silver one stood still, you took a deep breath as you reached the trio.

"I assume you're here for me. I'll-"

"We are." Your jaw ticked slightly in annoyance as the silver one cut you off. You paused before opening your mouth to speak only to be cut off by him again, "We can do this the easy way or the hard way."

There was a chuckle from the green Mandalorian though it held little humor, "Let her speak Din."

Din, that must have been the silver one's name. You couldn't miss the way he bristled at the green one's tone, you knew there was no way to out muscle them but the dissonance between them now that was something you could use. Deciding to play up on it you turned your attention to green purring out, "Are you in charge?"

Again you noticed how Din stiffened at your words and his helmet shook slightly when green replied, "Yes I am, such a smart girl."

You laughed and bit your lip lightly, "Well what I was going to say is I'll go with you three, no fighting, no problems, if you let me give you three a private dance."

"Do you think we're st-"

Din spoke only to be cut off once again by green, "Why would you do that? There's nothing in it for you."

You let out another breathy laugh before replying, "Might as well get my last kicks in before you three haul me to who knows where. Figure I should go out with a bang."

There was silence, greens helmet turned towards blue's and Din seemed to be staring straight into your soul. Green turned back to you with a short, "Fine."

Din launched up as he growled, "No. We aren't stupid, we're not going to play whatever little game this is."

You knew he was on to you but the other two seemed eager to go along with your little scheme. You offered him a soft smile and you strolled a tad closer to him, "Honestly, no tricks and besides am I really that much of a threat to you? I mean it's three to one, if I tried anything I don't think any of you would have any problems taking me down. I mean blue over here looks like he could eat me for breakfast."

On your last sentence you let your voice drop down slightly giving your words a double meaning that you knew blue caught as he shifted in his seat. Din stared at you and you shifted nervously until green spoke gruffly, "Let's go."

You blinked at them before tilting your head and motioning for them to follow you. You slid past the curtain leading to the private rooms and headed to the one closest to the back exit in case you actually managed to pull this off and needed a speedy getaway. You held the silky fabric blocking the view of the room to the side in order for the three men to shuffle into the room. As they got comfortable on the long couch in the front of the room you headed over to the holo-pad that controlled the music and selected a slow, sensual playlist. You hoisted yourself up onto the stage and slipped into your routine trying to ignore the fact that these were bounty hunters here for you.

You paused when you noticed that the green one had taken his helmet off and faltered as you saw his roguish good looks. He had slid his legs open and a smirk covered his brown face as a gloved hand patted his thigh causing you to stumble. Your eyed him up and down as you slowly climbed down from the stage. Biting your lip you sauntered over to him swaying with the music, you turned and lowered so your ass brushed his thighs.

Spinning back to face him you swiveled your hips around before placing one leg next to his hip, you trailed your fingers down your leg and smirked as his brown eyes followed your movement. You straightened back up before dropping into a squat and your hands slid up his legs to his thighs. He twitched slightly and one of his hands grasped yours. Lowering yourself to your knees you tilted your head at him with a seductive glance. He guided your hand to his upper thigh and you could tell he was hardening from the way his codpiece moved. You stared up at him you lowly questioned, "What would you like bounty hunter? I'll give you whatever you need."

"Boba. call me Boba and I think you'd look a whole lot prettier with something in your mouth pretty girl." As he spoke he worked on pulling off his codpiece and shifting his pants down in order to pull out his hard cock. You smiled up at him, while you would love to claim you were just doing this to get out of the bounty there was part of you that knew there was something drawing you to Boba and if you had given him a private dance under any other circumstance it would have ended much the same way.

Din let out a discontented grunt as you slipped Boba's hard length into your mouth sliding him as deep as he could go without choking you. Boba moaned his hand grasping the back of your neck as you sucked on his cock, bobbing your head up and down. Your hands moved to wrap around the part of him that you couldn't take while your other hand slipped to play with his balls. You let yourself look up at him doe eyed and slid him just far enough into your mouth that you choked lightly and your eyes watered. Boba's hips bucked as his nostrils flared. When you repeated the motion he groaned before squeezing your neck and pulling you off of his cock. Growling he stroked the back of your neck whispering, "Can I fuck you pretty girl?"

You nodded as you pulled off your already flimsy underwear and clambered onto his lap eagerly. Your hand grasped his cock as you slid his tip back and forth through your wet folds, the blowjob was sexier than you had anticipated and you were aching for stimulation. Boba's hands grasped your hips and you locked eyes as you sunk onto his length. Your walls stretched around him as you slid to his hilt let out a small whimper. Brown eyes gleamed as his hands tightened their grip and he snarled, "I wanna hear you screaming my name, pretty girl."

That was the warning you got before his hips were lifting off the seat to bounce you on his lap causing a startled moan to escape your body. Your jaw dropped as Boba absolutely pounded into you, he nuzzled into your neck pressing soft kisses and nips to the skin there. Your eyes darted to the other two Mandalorians in the room the blue one closest to you was unabashedly watching, a hand resting on his crotch his cod piece having been removed, and Din was pointedly staring at the empty stage.

Boba grasped your chin to turn your face back to him as he pulled away from your neck, your hands grabbed at his shoulders as his cock slid in and out of you. Your walls fluttered around him as he held your gaze and he groaned at your expression, "That's it, just like that pretty girl. Do you have the implant?"

"I'm safe." You panted out in response. You never liked the names that other patrons had called you but as Boba praised you your cunt clenched around him. He moaned again and his pace sped up, his cock slamming up into you as you cried out his name your walls clinging to him desperately. Your fingers dug into him as you approached your peak but Boba beat you too it as his hips slowed and stuttered as hot cum painted your walls. Squeezing around him you moaned and rocked your hips back and forth slowly to help him ride out his orgasm. Boba steadied your hips on his as he cooed out, "Such a good girl."

Your clenched yet again at his words as you whimpered slightly, another hand grasped your arm and your head turned to land on the blue Mandalorian next you. Dragging your eyes down his body you landed on his impressive length which he had been desperately stroking. Climbing off of Boba's lap with a soft whine you walked in front of the big blue man. His hands slid to your sides, tracing and soothing down your waist and hips. His big palms squeezed at your side and you bit your lip before murmuring, "Will you make me cum Mandalorian?"

He grunted and tugged you forward in between his legs, "Call me Paz. Think you can handle me mesh'la?"

Din let out another irritated noise as Paz gave out his name, his head turned away from you. Paz's gloved hand slid to your wet cunt, slipping two fingers into your folds and thumbing at your clit. Mewling at the intrusion you clenched around his big fingers as he pumped softly, you appreciated the prep as his cock was truly bigger than you had ever taken - proportional to the man it belonged to. Fingers stretched you out, scissoring and curling within your depths, and you clung to his shoulders as short cries flew from your mouth. Your pussy clenched hard and Paz pulled his fingers from your depths as he nudged your legs apart with one of his knees, "When you cum mesh'la it's going to be on my cock."

You nodded and parted your legs to clamber onto his lap. He lined himself up with you and you trembled in anticipation as his head slowly pushed through your folds. As you sunk onto his cock you couldn't hold back the whimpers as he stretched you out further than Boba had. Tears filled your eyes as he eased you down onto his cock. Paz cooed, his thumbs massaging your lower back gently as his hips arched upwards, pushing into you and filling you to the brim. You whimpered out his name, pussy spasming hard as tears started slipping down your face. Paz started a slow pace pulling out and then pushing in deeper than he had been, "Kriff mesh'la this pussy is perfect, taking me so well. So good for me."

Before you knew what was happening you Paz had sped up and one of his fingers was toying with your clit. A light pinch to your clit had you unraveling completely. Your orgasm had you seeing white as your walls clenched around the length inside of you and your back arched hard, pressing your stomach against Paz. He growled out as his fingers sped up amping your pleasure to the next level and your muscles tensed. The tears that had trickled down your face increased to a steady stream as you wailed his name.

Paz looped his arms around your waist and suddenly he was standing. You wrapped your legs around his waist with a squeal as he adjusted to grab under your knees just before his hips pumped forward and your hips forcefully bounced against his. The obscene noises filled the air as he bottomed out within you on every thrust. He turned while still holding you so Boba and Din could watch as he destroyed your tight little cunt. You pulled yourself flush to him as your arms wrapped around his shoulders while he pounded into you. Your whimpers and moans of his name flew through his helmet to reach his ears unfiltered as your face buried in his clothed neck.

His hips shifted slightly and he hit a super sensitive spot deep within you causing you to let out a loud cry of his name. This pushed him into orgasm as his cock twitched within you and as his hips continued to pump into his cum spilled into you. Your own walls clenched and fluttered around him as an unexpected orgasm swept over you. Head flying back you cried out Paz's name over and over again as your walls milked his length of every last drop of cum. Your breathing was coming out in harsh pants and you could tell Paz was similarly affected as his chest expanded against yours. Your walls continued to tremble and flutter around him as the two of you came down, you nuzzling into his neck as your body shook against him.

In a very gentle move he lowered each of your legs to the ground, keeping a firm arm wrapped around your waist - without which you wouldn't have remained standing. He held you softly against him until you regained feeling in your wobbly legs and you took a tentative step. His hand found your hand to squeeze affectionately as he muttered, "Thank you mesh'la."

You smiled at him before you turned your head to the grumpy silver Mandalorian who was still pointedly looking away from the two of you. Boba, on the other hand, had been unabashedly watching and was palming at his cock which had hardened again solely from watching you be ravished. You stumbled, you had no illusions about how graceful you were after being totally wrecked by Paz’s massive cock, over to Din as you had noticed a very prominent bulge at the front of his pants. Slipping to your knees you rested your hands on his lower thighs as you looked up at him.

"That looks awfully painful Din, would you like some help with that?" There was silence for several long moments and you thought he was going to put an end to this whole affair and put you in binders on the spot. You were absolutely shocked when he finally grunted and then nodded his head.

You delighted in trailing your hands up his thighs and feeling how they tensed under your hands. It was easy to slip his cock and balls out of his pants without a cod piece in the way, you smiled up at him as you stroked him softly, "I just wanna make you feel good, that's all."

With that you sucked him into your mouth, allowing your spit to coat him thoroughly as you eagerly bobbed your head. Your spit dripped down his length as you hollowed your cheeks around him and Din's hand cupped your face as you slid him further into your mouth. Your eyes glanced up at him to see his helmet tilting back and you allowed your eyes to slide shut as you opened your throat to him, to focus on pleasuring Din. You gently eased yourself down to take majority of his length, feeling his cock sliding into your throat. Pausing for a moment to adjust and allow yourself to calm your breathing as you slowly eased your head up and down. Din swore and his gloved hand moved to the back of your head, grabbing hard as he spoke, "Shit cyare, I'm gonna cum. Do you want me to cum down your throat?"

You nodded best you could with a cock stuffed down your throat and you cupped his balls lightly. That was enough for him and his hips bucked slightly causing you to gag lightly before his cum was slipping down your throat. You swallowed lightly, fighting back the urge to choke as you worked him through his orgasm. As Din was sure he had shot all of his load into your waiting throat he slowly urged your head back off of his length. Your eyes slid up to his helmet as you pulled off of him and then your tongue dipped out to clean off his tip and shaft of any cum you hadn't been able to swallow. Din swore again as you pulled back and shakily sat of the ground, exhausted from the three men before you.

There was another bout of silence before Boba spoke again, "It seems a downright shame to bring you to that sleemo now that we've gotten to know you."

You looked at Boba shocked, the man looked as relaxed as he had before. His cock tucked away and his arms spread over the back of the couch. He shot you a smirk as he offered, "What do you say to a little compromise. We get to come back, whenever we want - whether individually or together, and you give us a private dance whenever we'd like."

You couldn't help but let a smirk cover your own face as you saucily asked, "Are you blackmailing me Boba?"

He laughed, "C'mon pretty girl, I think we all know how much you enjoyed that. We'll be on our merry way and you can keep doing whatever it was you were doing to fend off the other hunters, as long as it's not this."

You shook your head, "No, I usually just sedate them somehow. I've never done this with a patron before."

This time it was Paz talking, "Good. Let's keep it that way mesh'la. Only us."

The two of them rose, Boba popping his helmet back onto his head as he headed towards the hallway back to the main area and Paz followed after. Din was the last to rise, situating himself before rising above you and offering his hand. You took it and he hauled you to your feet, hand holding yours for just a moment longer.

As he stared at you you were positive that he was going to change his mind and bring you in but instead his hand rose to stroke your cheek. Rumbling out, "You tell no one of this. And like they said, only we get to touch you like that cyar'ika. Only us."

You nodded up at him and he stood for a second more before turning away to follow the other two out. You had to gather yourself as you walked over to collect your discarded panties and to come to grips of what just happened. You couldn't remember a time when you had ever been that thoroughly fucked and a smile covered your face as you hoped the three Mandalorians would come back soon.

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gracegriller949 · 3 years

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Shining Devotion

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 2.3k

Pairing: DinLuke, Luke Skywalker/Din Djarin

A/N: Read the full fic on Ao3 here

Chapter 5

By the time the three arrive back at the hut, Grogu is well into his nap, snuggled warmly in his new sling. The Mandalorian reaches his hands into the sling to carefully pull out his son.

Luke watches as they disappear into the hut. He walks the short distance to the beginnings of the new hut and is met with a familiar beeping that instantly makes him break out into a grin.

“Hey Artoo, I need your help.” Luke says as he lowers to one knee and puts one gloved hand on the top of the little Astro droid.

Artoo chitters and bounces in response.

“Yes, I know, I’ll finish it soon. Something’s come up. I need to comm my sister.”

Artoo lets out a few more beeps to signal that he has started the comm to Leia. Luke rises from his knee and stands with his hands pressed together, waiting for the holo to connect. He feels a figure come up behind him and stand next to him.

“What is this?” the Mandalorian grunts as he comes to stand next to Luke, his arms crossed over his chest plate.

Just then, a holo of Leia Organa appears in front of them.

“Luke!” she says. “I’ve been meaning to comm.”

“Me too, Leia. It’s good to see you.”

And it is. Even through the Holo, Leia is gorgeous. Her hair is in her usual braid, her clothes impeccable to the last stitch. There’s a glow about her that Luke can’t quite place. Leadership looks good on her.

Her eyebrows furrow.

“Luke, what are you doing with the ruler of Mand’alor?”

Luke is taken aback.

“You recognize him?”

“Of course, Luke. He’s one of the most powerful rulers in the galaxy.”

Luke glances over at the Mandalorian, still stoic, his stance unbothered.

“That’s why I called you,” he says.

“And here I thought you just wanted to drop in on your dear old sister. It’s always something.” Leia shakes her head, but she doesn’t look angry, just amused.

“Do you have news of what’s happening on Mandalore?” Mando cuts in, finally breaking his silence.

“I would think you would know more about that subject, Mand’alor. Why do you ask?”

“There’s been an uprising. I’ve been removed from the throne.”

Leia looks mildly shocked.

“This is the first I’ve heard of this, but I guess it shouldn’t be a surprise since Mandalore is a part of the Outer Rim and is not under New Republic jurisdiction.”

“And for good reason,” the Mandalorian says, his tone icy.

Leia bristles but keeps her composure.

“If you are no longer the Mand’alor than who is?” she asks.

“We were hoping that you could tell us.” Luke cuts in.

“Well, I’m sorry, I don’t have much information for you. As I said, the New Republic doesn’t have much pull on Mandalore. But I think I know someone who can help.” Leia says as she smiles knowingly.

“And who might that be?” asks Luke.

“Never mind that. I’ll let you know what I find.”

“Thank you, Leia.”

“May the Force be with you,” Leia responds, smiling gently at her brother.

“May the Force be with you,” Luke says as he smiles back at her.

Leia dips her chin to the Mandalorian, and he nods in return as the holo ends.

“Thanks, Artoo,” Luke says.

The droid chirps in return. Mando uncrosses his arms and looks down at the droid in front of them.

“And this is?” he asks.

“This is R2D2. This little droid and I have been through a lot together. Isn’t that right Artoo?”

Artoo beeps in affirmation then whirls around and returns to his place inside of the unfinished hut.

“I’m not big on droids,” the Mandalorian says.

“How could you not love Artoo? He grows on you, you’ll see.”

Mando scoffs through the Modulator and takes a step towards the unfinished hut. He inspects the intertwined vines and the messy foundation.

“Looks like this structure could use some work,” he says.

“It’s a work in progress,” Luke responds, examining the hut himself.

The Mandalorian finishes his inspection and walks over to the fire pit area in front of Luke’s home. Mando sits down on a log near the pit. He picks up his damaged rifle and starts to fiddle with it. Luke lingers by his project before sitting on another log across from the Mandalorian.

“I’m sorry you had to sleep out here, that couldn’t have been comfortable,” Luke says.

The Mandalorian shrugs and continues working on his rifle in silence.

“Once I get the new hut up and running, you can stay in it.”

Mando looks up.

“That’s okay Luke, I—”

“I want you to, Mando.”

“Thank you,” the Mandalorian says, hesitating before accepting the offer.

Luke nods, staring at Mando’s visor for a few beats before rising from the log and moving back towards the unfinished hut.

Closing his eyes, Luke concentrates on the foundation of the hut. He listens to the wind, the rustling of the leaves, the metallic clicking of Mando’s gun as he works on it a few meters away. Luke reaches out his hands and imagines the branches and vines of the hut building up towards the sky and interlocking together. He opens his eyes to watch as the vines twist together and up. Little leaves popping up all around it, littering the roof.

“How did you do that?” a voice says from behind him.

Luke whips around, startled.

“You know, not many people are able to sneak up on a Jedi.”

“I’m not most people,” says the Mandalorian.

Luke laughs. Mando doesn’t.

“It’s something new. I’ve been working on it for a little while. I don’t know what it is. All I know is that I can feel the flow of the Force through all living things, and with that, I can make things grow.”

Suddenly, Luke feels slightly faint. He stumbles a little and the Mandalorian shoots out a hand to steady him, gripping his arm. Mando walks Luke over to the log and sets him down in front of it with his back propped against it.

“Does this usually happen?” asks Mando.

“That’s the most I’ve done at once. I’ll be alright, just give me a few minutes.”

“Kind of like the kid?”

Luke feels a small smile dance on his lips.

“Just like the kid.”

After those first few days, time seems to go by leisurely.

They fall into a rhythm.

To Luke, it feels like everything has changed and yet still everything is the same. Him and Grogu train every day. They spend hours on their respective meditation stones, concentrating on furthering their powers. Luke takes him through a few physical exercises as well, but Grogu isn’t always as cooperative for those.

The main difference between then and now is that now, there’s fresh meat in the conservator when they get home. There’s a rifle propped against a log in front of a fire. There’s an extra crate pulled up to the rickety old dining table. There’s a Mandalorian walking out of the hut to greet them when they get home after a long day of training.

Mando sleeps in the new hut, a refuge for him to take off his helmet and relax. He spends most of his time hunting for food and scavenging for parts. So far, he’s only found a circular barrel that he cut in half and made a comfortable bed for Grogu. He himself, however, sleeps on the floor of his hut on an old piece of cloth and a waded-up shirt as a pillow. Luke has offered multiple times to find him something more comfortable, but the Mandalorian always refuses.

Grogu is as meddlesome as always, choosing to sleep either in Luke or Mando’s hut, depending on whose arms he finds himself in by the end of the day. He’s also taken to playing with Artoo. He will whip around and beep at Grogu as he chases the droid on his tiny little feet.

Artoo has found a new home in Luke’s hut, fitting snuggly between Luke’s bed and the conservator.

Luke comms Leia as often as possible.

She hasn’t had much word of what’s happening on Mandalore. Apparently, the whole planet has gone dark since its Mand’alor was forcefully removed. Leia assures Luke that her contact is going to pull through, but Luke doesn’t have the utmost confidence.

Sometimes the trio will take a break from the monotony of their newfound routine. These are Luke’s favorite days. He dons his makeshift sling, carefully sliding Grogu into it.

Since his outer shirt was ripped when he was stabbed with the glass, Luke has taken to wearing just a white undershirt and his black pants, opting for a more casual everyday look. It reminds him of his time on Tatooine, often an unwelcome reminder.

But Mando makes it worth it.

On their walks, the Mandalorian is decked out in as much armor and weapons as he can possibly get his hands on. Sometimes also carrying a bag of food in case the little one gets hungry during their miniature adventures.

As the days go by, Luke finds himself being able to read the Mandalorian’s body language more and more. He can tell that he’s uncomfortable by the stiffness of his shoulders. His happiness can be seen from the way he scratches Grogu’s head or when he’s sitting relaxed out by the fire. Luke also catches the way the Mandalorian looks in his direction sometimes, but Luke can’t always interpret what exactly this means. But most of all, Luke can see his frustration from the hours the Mandalorian spends looking for a way off the planet by the way he stomps ever so slightly and hangs his head heavily when sitting with Luke and Grogu.

Finally, on one walk, Luke takes them closer the remains of the Rebellion than he had dared to go to before. Most of the structures are dangerously unstable so Luke never had the courage to get them any closer. The walk is also a lot farther than any other that they’ve taken up to this point. Grogu always seems to get fussy before Luke can even get them there. But today, the tiny Jedi has decided to take his nap early, snoozing lightly in his sling.

The three stand in front if the pyramid-looking building, its vast walls scaling upwards towards the sky. There doesn’t seem to be any visible entrances from where they’re standing, but there are some fallen structures that lead up to a large hangar platform. The crumbling yellow brick is smattered with vines and leaves, making the whole structure look eerie and ancient in all its massiveness.

“This is all that remains of the Rebellion,” says Luke, scanning the outside of the pyramid.

“Why haven’t you shown me this before?” asks the Mandalorian, switching something on his helmet.

“I’ve already been through most of the building. The Rebellion cleared out all the valuables. There isn’t much to see. The only thing that I was able to get out of it was the conservator back at home. It took a lot of work to get it from here. The building is very unstable, so be careful.”

The Mandalorian takes a few cautious steps towards the pyramid, scanning it up and down.

“There doesn’t seem to be an entrance at this level. It’ll involve some climbing to get up to the hangar,” he says.

“I know a way in.”

Luke spots the place that he’s looking for and walks confidently towards the side of the building. He waves the Mandalorian over to his position. The overbrush is thick near the side of the building, concealing a well-hidden door from the average glance. Luke pulls the bushes and other plants to the side and approaches the metal door, inspecting the keypad on the wall next to it. He types in some numbers then waves the door open using the Force.

They step into a small, cramped chamber that has been packed with dirt, overgrown plants, fallen ceiling tiles, and low hanging wires. Being careful not to bump into anything, Luke leads them to another door that opens up into a larger control room. The control panels are covered in dust with many of the buttons missing and the monitors smashed. Luke hears a faint scurrying come from one of the corners of the room.

“I’ve got a bad feeling about this,” says the Mandalorian.

“You sound like Han,” Luke remarks.

“Who?”

“Never mind.”

Luke strides over to one of the control panels and presses a few buttons. The lift in the back of the room lights up and starts its dull beeping.

“There is only one backup generator. I don’t know how much power it has so we need to be quick.”

The lift opens and Luke and Mando step inside. The lift opens again to a massive open room. The massive hangar opens to a beautiful view of the tops of the trees of Yavin-4. The planet looms overhead, the promise of darkness approaching soon. The hangar that was once filled with Rebellion ships from all across the galaxy, now stands quiet and vacant in the heat of the late afternoon. The metal floor is covered in debris, some empty crates strewn across it. There are vines growing on the walls and a few even on the ceilings soaring above.

The Mandalorian seems to take it all in carefully, once again adjusting the settings on his helmet. He walks slowly towards the gaping opening of the hangar, almost in awe.

“It’s beautiful isn’t it.” Luke says, coming up to stand next to him.

Mando turns to look at Luke then back to the view in front of them.

“It is.”

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dindjarindiaries · 4 years

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Dead to Me

summary: On the verge of death, Twila takes off Din’s helmet, later having to face his wrath and leave his ship—even though she’s pregnant with their unborn child. (requested by anon)

pairing: din djarin (the mandalorian) x f!oc

warnings: blood, mentions of death/near-death, angst, fluff

rating: T

word count: 2.64k

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He’s dying. I’m gonna lose him. I can’t lose him.

These words play in the back of Twila’s mind like a sick song, tormenting her as she attempts to work quickly on the limp body in front of her. But it’s hard to fix a man who’s unconscious and unable to show his face—especially when it’s the man she loves.

Twila’s been a part of the Mandalorian’s crew for longer than she’s kept track of. It’s been hard to keep track when they’ve been running around the galaxy, anyway. She was meant to be a babysitter of sorts for the child, a caretaker for whenever the Mandalorian had to go on jobs. This quickly, however, turned into her being a caretaker for both of them. He had accepted this, and it made them grow even closer—so close that she was surprised she ever got so far. When she first met him, she never thought she’d be able to penetrate the beskar in any manner.

Now, she’s seen it all—everything except his face.

He even revealed his name. Din’s the name that rolls off her lips when Twila beckons him, when she tells him that she loves him, when she’s a victim of the pure pleasure in which they share. It’s beautiful to her: it’s become her personal chant of exquisite admiration, the word that encapsulates everything she cares for now. After living a lonely childhood spent in the Outer Rim with absent parents and many children in the village that she would care for, Twila’s finally found a family of her own that she can not only continue to care for but also receive the same attention in return. The child feels like one of her own, and Din feels like an extension of herself, a faithful companion.

He’s done a lot for her. He’s continued to risk his life on jobs to keep them supplied. He’s tried to teach her how to fight to help her fend for herself should she ever have to. He’s jumped in front of blaster shots for her.

And now, he may be dying for her.

Twila had been too careless during their venture into the marketplace. She hadn’t paid attention to their surroundings. When the hunter threw that detonator near her, she hadn’t even heard it. All she saw was Din shoving her aside before almost jumping on it himself to block her from the blow, resulting in him being tossed through the air and hard against the ground. He hasn’t moved on his own since.

Thankfully, Twila made sure he bought bacta spray the last time they supplied the med kit. She knows this would work on anything it needed to, but she’s come across a problem: she needs to spray it on his head. There’s blood trailed down the back of his neck, a sure sign of trauma done underneath the helmet. But she can’t; he’s told her this many times, and she’s understood. She’s never pressured him to break the Creed.

But what the hell kind of option does she have now?

He can’t die. Din doesn’t know it yet, but he has a future with her—one that’ll be undeniable. It started growing in her stomach not too long ago. After some strange bodily behaviors and curiosity, she’d found a way to test what was going on, and it came back just as she thought. She’s now expecting another child for them to look after on board. She’s been trying to figure out how to tell him. Now, she could be too late, and she can’t bear letting him die without even knowing the potential of what’s ahead of them.

Twila fights with herself repetitively, going back and forth on which choice to make. It’s a lose-lose situation: take off the helmet, forcing Din to break his Creed, or leave it on, which is letting him die. The worst part is she can’t even ask anyone for advice. She’s on her own.

With shaking hands, Twila makes her choice. She hopes it’s what he’d choose, too. Slowly, she reaches for the now-grimy helmet, her mind and heart moving at a mile a minute as she does so. They pause when they rest on the sides of the helmet, as if reconsidering everything once again.

He’ll hate you.

But he’ll die.

He wouldn’t want you to do this.

But you have to save him.

Twila suddenly hears the child coo beside her. Her head turns to look at him, and she sees him lay his tiny hand on her thigh in a comforting manner. His ears perk up at her as he tilts his head, as if trying to make her feel at ease. She nods, looking back at Din and finally beginning to pull the helmet up. Inch by inch, more of her love is revealed, and despite the gruesome circumstances of the situation, she finds her heart melting at the sight of everything she’s wanted to see—and the sheer beauty of it all.

Din’s skin is scratched and bloody, but behind it all, she can still see his handsome face. He’s not clean shaven, but also not terribly far from it, the small whiskers of hair sticking around chaotically from the blood. His lips are slightly parted, likely to allow his body some air in its unconscious state, and his delicate eyelids shield the color that lies behind them.

Twila releases a breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding, blinking a few times to clear her mind as she moves for the bacta spray. She sprays it generously on his bloody head, applying it until she’s sure she’s gotten every spot she needs to. Once she sets it aside, she begins to work on his cuts, gently cleaning the blood away and applying whatever creams and gels are necessary to get the healing process working quickly.

The bacta spray works fast, and just as she finishes clearing the blood, she sees Din’s eyes flutter open. His dark gaze observes Twila through hooded eyelids, as if they’re too heavy for him to open all the way just yet. Her heart races at the eye contact, as she’s never truly gotten to have it before—and it feels as if the rest of her soul is finally being entwined with his. She warmly welcomes the window into her heart, hoping she’ll be able to see his in return.

“Cyar’ika?” Din’s weak voice offers, as if he’s trying to confirm what he’s seeing.

Twila nods tearfully. “I’m here, Din.” She places both of her hands over one of his gloved ones.

Din almost begins to smile, causing her heart to leap, but it quickly fades. It’s replaced with an expression that makes her skin crawl at the pure horror he shows. He blinks a few times, his eyes finally widening to a normal size. “You—You’re so clear—.” Din cuts himself off, his free hand touching his head. When his gloved fingers brush against the bare skin on his temple instead of his helmet, his brow instantly furrows in a menacing manner. “Where’s the helmet?”

Twila widens her own eyes, seized by the terror of what he’ll do now. “It’s right here,” she assures him, gesturing to the helmet on the floor of the ship beside her. “I’m sorry, Din, I know I’m not supposed to, but I didn’t know how else—.”

“I don’t want to hear it.” Din’s voice is low and sounds practically like a growl. Twila jumps back a bit upon hearing it, releasing his hand as she does so. “You knew. I told you.”

Her eyes continue to tear up in her desperation, and she feels the child grip her leg tighter at her evident distress. “You were dying, Din.” Her voice is hauntingly quiet. “I couldn’t just let that happen to you. I—I had to at least try to save you.”

Din’s silent for a moment, his jaw clenched as his gaze pierces through her in a hostile manner. Twila feels herself beginning to shake again in fear. “No, you didn’t. You…” he pauses, looking up at the ceiling as if he can’t handle looking at her anymore, “… you should’ve let me die.”

A hot tear runs down her cheek as she grits her own teeth, trying to plead her case. “How? How could I have done that, Din? You know how much you mean to me, to the kid! You expected me to just sit here and let you die in front of both of us?”

“How many times have I told you, Twi, that this is what could happen? And how many times did you assure me that it’d be okay, that you understood?” Din looks back at Twila, his dark gaze losing all traces of light as it looks upon her almost menacingly. “Clearly, you didn’t.”

Twila shakes her head in an utter loss for words. When she thinks of some, they’re not useful, but it’s all she can manage. “I’m sorry, Din. I’m so sorr—.”

“Don’t call me that.” Din spits the words like venom. His hands, stronger now from the fast-working bacta spray, reach for his helmet and slip it back over his head. “It’s Mando.”

Another tear escapes her eye as Twila gives another shake of her head in desperation. “Please don’t do this. I just—I couldn’t live without you.” When Din says nothing in response, she continues to ramble. “I guess… I guess I’d rather have you alive and hating me than have you be dead.”

Din’s still quiet for a moment, but when he speaks, Twila’s sure she feels every single vein of her heart being ripped away piece by piece. “It’s a shame. Now you’re the one who’s dead to me.”

Twila lets a hand cover her mouth to keep the sobs tucked in. He can’t see her fall apart like this. She’s brought it upon herself. When she regains some of her composure, she swallows hard, looking around the ship. “I understand.”

Din tilts his helmet at her. “Then start packing.”

Twila looks back to Din with disbelief. “What?”

“If you understand, then you’ll get what this means. You betray my trust, then you can’t be a part of my crew.”

She stops trying to hold back the tears. They fall as steady as rainwater from the dark cloud that now surrounds her mind and heart. “Your crew? Is that all I am, now? What about all we had?”

Din’s stiff for a moment, and when he speaks, it’s cold. “You should’ve thought about that before you stripped my identity from me. Someone who truly loves me would never do that.”

Twila chokes on a sob, biting her lip to try to keep it hidden. She decides to say nothing, knowing her words of denial would only go in one of his ears and out the other. Twila’s never had many belongings, feeling that she didn’t need much other than her two companions, and everything suddenly feels so empty as she collects whatever she has into the pouch she’d purchased at a marketplace on one of the first planets she’d stopped at with Din. With a heavy sigh, she heads for the hatch, seeing Din now standing with the child in his arms. She gives them a weary smile.

“You should know that no matter what you might think because of this, Din, I love you.”

Twila sees Din clench one of his fists. “Leave.”

She refuses to budge, knowing this may be the last time she ever gets to talk to him. “I’ll always be in love with you, and I’ll always keep myself tied to you. You’re always—”

“I said, leave.”

“—going to be with me, no matter how far away you try to run. I’ll always have a piece of you with me, forever.”

“Leave!”

At the sound of his yelling, which she’s never heard directed towards her, something snaps within her, and she retaliates with the same amount of emotional hostility. “We’re going!” Her burning eyes finally turn away indignantly, and she reaches for the button on the hatch when Din’s voice makes her stop.

“’We?’”

Twila’s eyes widen upon realizing what she’s accidentally revealed. Her hand falls slowly back to her side, and she turns around to see that Din’s put the child back on the floor and is now facing her with a tilted helmet. She takes a heavy breath, her nerves spiking as she stares at his visor. “Yes. We.” Twila rests a hand on her stomach, which hasn’t started showing quite yet. “I saved you not only because I love you, but because I wanted you to be able to meet your future child. But don’t worry, we’re going.”

She turns back around and opens the hatch, feeling her heart race quickly as it lowers slowly onto the ground. Her gaze is burning again with tears, but she blinks them back. Twila understands why she has to leave, that she broke his trust—and for a man of his lifestyle, you can’t have someone around who does that—but it still pains her. However, before she’s even able to take a step down the ramp, a gloved hand stops her by wrapping around her arm. She looks over her shoulder, seeing Din standing just behind her. His hand falls from her arm, and instead he falls—his knee just barely catching him as he practically collapses to the ground. His shoulders heave as sounds like sobs come through his modulator, a sound Twila’s never heard from him before. It twists her heart in the worst way as she instantly kneels in front of him.

“Hey, hey,” Twila soothes gently, worried by his utterly weakened composure. She forgets the ferocity with which he’d treated her just moments before, only feeling the caretaker side as she places her hands on his shoulders. “Breathe, Din. Are you alright?”

His hands reach back towards his helmet, and Twila’s shocked to see him lifting it back up and over his head. Din throws it to the side, hearing it clang! against the metal floor as it hits it—hard. His dark eyes are glistening with tears as they look at her, his cheeks wet and his lips trembling as he stares at her for a few speechless moments. “I… can’t do this.” Din pauses, swallowing hard as he tries to find words. “If I have a child coming into this world, I can’t live like this anymore.” He takes her hands in his own, pulling them to his chest as he looks deep in her gaze. “Please stay.”

Twila nods right away, giving him a small smile. “We will, Din.” She bites back tears, looking at him with all the true emotion she can muster. “I’m so sorry. I—.”

“No need, cyar’ika.” Din comes closer to her, until—for the first time ever—his lips brush over hers, sending a feeling through her like nothing before. “I love you, no matter what.” Knowing how she feels, he doesn’t give her a chance to answer before he places his lips fully against hers, causing everything around her to melt away as she absorbs the sweet and relieving feeling she’s always craved. He only pulls away to lean his forehead against hers, finally showing her the smile she’s been picturing in her mind all this time. “Both of you.”

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Local Teens Break Into Highschool and Fight Slime Monster, Self Esteem Issues Galore, Worried Parents Scold Stubborn Hacker, Strange Tech Geek Has Epiphany

Flying with their hoverboards to the school was both insanely fun and much easier than Danny expected - once Sam and Tucker were drilled on how to fly them properly. They landed on the roof, Danny slid them all into that space between spaces where the real was illusion and the unseeable was reality and they sank down into the school easily. Slowing their descent with a tug on the dark strings of gravity, Danny dropped everyone back into their natural solid state and waited for Sam and Tucker to take a deep breath. "I'm wondering if I even need to breathe cause I didn't have a problem with air passing through my whole body instead of in and out of my lungs."

"Speculation later," Sam said with a hand over Danny's mouth. "Let's go, alright? We need to find the security office, which should be this way." The goth lead the group and Tucker pulled out the USB with the data they needed on it.

"Why do you know where that is, Sam?"

"C'mon, Tucker, you do after school stuff in theater, you know how boring it is to wait for clubs to start. I just wandered around a bunch cause it's healthier than idling with some game."

"So you walked while playing a game?"

"Oh shut up," Sam rolled her eyes, nudging Tucker with her elbow. Once they got to the security room door, Sam reached for her pocket before pausing and turning to Danny. "I brought my lock pick for nothing when you can just walk us through the door."

"Why do you know how to pick locks?" Danny examined the door and pressed his hand on it. He could see the strings that wove together to make it, vibrations slow compared to the ones in the air. Curious, Danny plucked one of the threads and watched as the door became as solid as air. Tucker and Sam walked right through but Danny could see the door settle back into its proper state after just a moment. Danny slid into that breathless darkness beyond the door entirely and walked into the room, dropping into corporeality's warmth to see Tucker's PDA jacked into the main computer and pulling up the details on the Fenton tech installed.

Tucker's foot was tapping as he examined the layout of the security system and frowned. His fingers flew over the keyboard and the deeper he delved the less he liked. "Alright good news: I can get it done. Bad news: gotta shut down the entire system for a whole five minutes to do it, and that's a pretty long time for it to be down in case something attacks us now."

"What are the odds of something attacking us right now, Tucker?" The geek arched a disbelieving eye brow at Sam, who shrugged with a sigh. "Point taken. How about this? I stay here with you and Danny patrols the halls for a ghost attacking? He can sense them, so it shouldn't be a problem."

"Great as a point as that is, if I just close my eyes I can look around for a ghost right from here. Do it Tuck, I'll know if anything comes for us." Tucker nodded and got to work on his update of the system, inserting the USB after a frustrating fumble with it. Danny closed his eyes and looked around with more than his limited human senses. Electrical currents ran all over the school to keep the Air Conditioning running right, or as right as a high school could get it, and the power stored in the lasers hidden all over the school lit up like tiny lamps in the shadows surrounding them. But then the computer went dark and Danny felt a tug in the back of his head, pulling him toward an empty spot in the world.

There, off to the side, Danny could see a gap, a void where the snapping threads of electricity and heat should've been. He let that tingling emptiness build up in his center and spread outward, until it blanketed every atom of his being and the faint and distant chorus of Starsong echoed in the back of his mind. "We've got company. I'll go and chat, see if we can get through a ghost encounter without fighting first."

"First time for everything Danny," Sam encouraged - or at least he thought she was trying to encourage him - and Danny followed a current he guided to the source of that blank spot, where light and heat and power collapsed inward. When he got closer, Danny saw what looked to be an office and a few framed pictures of depressed teens with an overly perky ginger woman. He didn't have time to linger on that, though, because a green blob with arms and bright red eyes was staring at him. Danny waved with a smile.

"Hi there." The creature turned to stare at Danny and for a long moment, nothing happened. Then a maw of razor sharp teeth was bared his way and a guttural, bestial snarl hit his ears and Danny had to move as fast as he could. A clawed hand slashed at his side and Danny sucked in a hissed cry as the jumpsuit gave and his nicked skin was exposed. "Well fuck you too then."

Raising the wrist ray Danny caught the thing in the shoulder with a shot before it rolled out of the way and punched him in the gut, waves of pain spreading out as the fucking stretchy arm pulled back. Grabbing onto that rubbery green goo, Danny jabbed at the creature's center when he was yanked close enough. Unfortunately it opened up a hole in itself and Danny's fist sailed through that hole harmlessly. His arm was trapped in goop and the blob roared in his face, encompassing Danny's body and lunging into a wall, slamming Danny against it and ringing his head like a gong.

While Danny tried to get his bearings within the slime monster he felt it turn and something inside of him rang out in horror. He looked, past the monster and walls, and saw it looking in Sam and Tucker's direction. A bubbling fury boiled in Danny's chest when the blob started moving toward them, and the ghost boy reached inside of himself past the shows and whispering dark void, reaching for the light that filled the shadows and pulled it into himself and let it build and build up until every inch of his body shone like a star. Bright green and silver light poured out of Danny from every molecule of his body, sending the goo monster in every direction to splatter on the floor, walls, and ceiling.

Danny hovered there for a moment, taking deep superfluous breaths and pulling the strands of crackling pale light to his fingertips. Silver gave way to green and shined through his glove and Danny stared at it in awe. "Holy shit!" A fist collided with his face, knocking Danny into a chair. He groaned and raised a hand, cold light gathering until it burned brighter than a torch and flew from his palm to turn a chunk of the monster's arm into green vapor. "Back the fuck off flubber, I'm packing heat!"

Blank red eyes narrowed at him and Danny rose to his feet with his fists in front of his face, glowing green with wisps of white at the edges like smoke. The monster snarled at him, countless predatory roars and howls layered upon each other in a headache-inducing din before flinging itself back through the wall behind it and quickly leaving Danny's sight. Danny moved to chase after the thing and found that his body didn’t agree with that idea. “Fuck.” Great, ok, pain. No more talking, though the world shall mourn my silence. Danny flew slowly back to his friends, on the alert for the blob of ectoplasm, and flopped onto Sam’s back when he got into the security room. Sam started and aimed her wrist ray at him before seeing that it was just him.

“Gods, I hate you sometimes. Are you ok? You would’ve laughed by now if you were.” Sam looked down and watched Danny’s hands moving, and frowned. “A blob did this to you?” It was a smart blob. “That says something about you, genius boy.” Dig the knife in why don’t you? “Left it at home. Tucker, how’s the program going?”

“One full minute left.” Tucker spun around in his chair, Wrist Ray™ whirring up and ready to fire. “So a sentient blob monster was hangin out in an office at school. Wonderful. What next, Cthulu decides to take a nap in Lake Eyre and we have to go and deal with him?”

Don’t tempt fate, Tucker, Danny signed. We might actually have to deal with that after what we’ve done to those ectopi.

“That is both an exciting and depressing thought. How are we gonna deal with Cthulu?” To answer Sam’s question, Danny stood up and pulled a bit of heat and light to his hand, and it glowed brighter and brighter until a ball of ectoplasm burned in the palm of his gloved hand. “I’m not trying to be as blind as Tucker, Danny, please put that away. Thank you. That as fucking awesome! What, you can shoot plasma out of your hands now?”

There is a tiny portal to the Ethereal Realm in the center of my ghost, where my consciousness is stored, and I can pull extra ectoplasm out of it to burn and attack with apparently. Danny tilted his head and added, I think that’s how our more effective weapons work. Dad only made so many rifles so far.

“You know what? Good. I’m glad he didn’t make too many of those,” Sam said with a shudder. “Imagine him selling that technology to the military so that they’d be armed against ghosts. I don’t wanna know what would happen if we had that kind of power enmass.”

Before uncomfortable truths about their home could be brought up further, the computer screens all lit up and Tucker spun around to check on them. “Looks like everything is set up, and Danny can come back to school. Makes it a lot less lonely for us.” Tucker stood up and stretched. “The robotics club just can’t keep up with me sometimes.”

Awesome. Can we go now? I think I can fix myself up back at home, I have a first aid kit in my workshop.

“Wait, you have your own workshop?” Tucker lunged at Danny, who hissed and slipped around his fingers to hover out of reach. “Sorry. But for real, you have a workshop? Since when? Why have I not known about this?” Danny shook his head and chuckled, then clutched as his chest in throbbing pain. I better not have to take off my binder for this, or I’m gonna shake the thermos when I catch that thing. Reaching up to touch the ceiling, Danny grabbed onto the thread of energy running through the concrete and tried to pull it into him. The line of electricity snapped at his fingers and zapped him to the floor, bringing a keening whine from his throat as the pain radiated all over his body and the hand that had reached out looked to be glitching out, morphing into a dark swirling mass of cold.

Past the ringing in his head and blood - ectoplasm? - rushing through his ears, Danny could feel himself being lifted up and carried out of the room. He did his best to make that easier, unweaving the shadowy tendrils of gravity pulling on his body, and soon it was just Tucker’s familiar and warm hands holding him up like a balloon. While Sam was working on the lock between barely opened doors so they could get out the old fashioned way, Danny pulled those lingering shadows back together until they were his hand again. But then his other hand glitched and he groaned in frustration. Looking all around, Danny sucked in a sharp breath and reached down to tap Tucker’s Wrist Ray™, which had the other boy whirling around with it aimed.

Tucker fired off a ray at the ghost, who snarled at him for burning off an arm, and swiped out a claw at Tucker. Danny pulled on the power inside of him and pushed it out of his still stable hand, building a wall of green around them that the claw smashed into, shattering it and causing Danny’s legs to dissolve. Tucker fired off another shot that pushed the blob back and shouted. “¡Tíranos hasta el techo!” Danny sucked in a sharp breath and concentrated. His lower half was dissolved into a nebulous cloud of shadows beneath him but he had both hands, and now he was grabbing up Sam and Tucker in his arms and pulling them through the door and up. He dropped back into solid space and saw Tucker and Sam calling their boards to them, and when he felt Tucker solidly on stable ground, Danny’s vision went dark, and the last thing he saw was the light of his transformation and Tucker’s chest in his face.

Unraveled and broken down and broken free into yet another star among the endless diamond sky. He can see it, the threads connecting every constellation. Chamaeleon calls to him, and he can see the kaleidoscope of flames weaving between the stars, crackling and vibrating in harmony to sing the most beauteous song. Just beyond it, he faintly sees the tangle of verdant greens that wove themselves with shadows into his friend. And she was not beyond the stars but before them, before him, and she was calling out to him and that was right, he was needed on the ground. He can reach out and dance among the stars another time, he knows they will be there for him, as they have always been there for him. It takes an eon, but mere seconds too, for Danny to remember how he is supposed to fit into the small confines of his body. He holds up his hand, turns it this way and that. Is this his? How has he ever considered himself something so… so small, so simple and well-defined?

“Danny? Danny, can you hear me?” He turned to Sam’s voice and reached a hand out, gently gripping her shoulder and nodding with a small smile. “Thank gods! Danny, are you ok? Can you speak?”

Danny tugged gently on that care concern help love that came through his bond to Sam and guided it to his jaw and chin. Letting out a sigh and snapping back to reality he nodded again. “Fornax, Sam that hurt. What happened? I passed out after Tucker got his board under him.”

“That blob thing attacked us while I was picking the lock, and Tucker got you to pull us out so we could get to our boards. Once you blacked out - bleeding, by the way, your head had been busted open - Tucker and I shot the thing until it left. When we got here, I started working on you while Tucker worked up a convincing lie to tell your parents.” She pointed at the door. “He’s right outside, but that’s as close as he can get without having a breakdown.” Danny nodded and slowly got to his feet. “You know that’s a dumb idea, right?”

“Isn’t that like, my middle name?” Danny chuckled. “I need to make sure Tucker is alright. And uh, Sam? Where’s my-” Sam handed over his binder and Danny smiled, slipping it into that in-between space and letting it solidify around him.

“Thankfully you don’t have a broken rib or that might just make it worse.” That was true. Danny easily could’ve been making his wounds worse with the constricting force on his ribs. Glancing down at himself, Danny tried to look just sideways of the world like he did when looking for ghosts, but when he did all he saw was his phantom jumpsuit. Huffing a breath he shook his head.

“I don’t feel like my chest is hurting much so I should be good.” Danny walked out of the door and saw Tucker sitting next to it. "Tucker, bro, thanks for saving my ass back there. Heard you did a great job flying, keeping me on the board And shooting the evil blob monster."

Tucker snorted, setting down his PDA. "That's cause I'm TF for Too Fine at a lot of things. Coulda done better by programming a remote activation for the security and lighting the thing up with it though."

"Surf lessons and videogames can't help you prophesy the future, Tuck." Tucker scoffed, shaking his head.

"No, my inherent genius does that. Calculating the odds."

Danny cocked a brow at him, unseen since Tucker was staring at a wall. "Oh, a gambler I see. Did the loot crates get to you? Do you need an intervention? Is it like the coffee thing?" Danny put his hand on Tucker’s shoulder, gently squeezing as he spoke.

Tucker finally looked at Danny, expression and tone flat. “You literally learned how to make the highest caffeine content cold brew coffee possible and drink it daily, there is no room for argument there Danny."

"I remember you helping him, Tucker." Sam sat next to the geek and nudged his arm

“Your point is?"

"You might be addicted to gambling and caffeine but we definitely can help Tuck." Danny and Tucker laughed, Sam and Danny wrapping their arms around Tucker’s shoulders in a group hug that was only somewhat awkward.

"Seriously though, Tucker, you did perfectly fine. I dunno how you manage to do all of what you do."

"It's how I'm gonna kick your ass in videogames one day."

Danny smirked. “I'll record it."

"I will destroy you, both of you know that." Sam turned her head up, looking all the world like the quern of destruction they knew she could be.

“We will conquer! Right, Tuck?"

"Yeah!" The boys pumped their fists in the air and all three of them broke down into a fit of laughter. They disentangled and got up, Danny wincing at the aches exasperated by sitting like that.

“Alright guys, let’s head to sleep and then like, tell Danny’s parents we beat Skulker and that’s why he’s all roughed up?” Everyone agreed with Sam’s idea - they usually did - and headed up to Danny’s room to pass out for several hours.

Shadows illuminated from within by starlight collected over countless eons swirl like smoke around him, letting him see the stars themselves weave together into beautiful shapes and beings just on the edge of imaginable. He can feel it, past the cold shadows in his mind, the fire in his soul that he can pull out, weave it with his shadows to make something new if only he knew how. If only he dipped his brush into that well of fire and plasma and life within him and painted the empty air with it. He can, he just needs to move his fingers, the small heavy things they are.

“Danny, honey! Breakfast is ready!” Danny felt himself groan at the sound of his mother’s voice and buried his head further into someone’s arm. The air shifted, the door open, and Mom gasped. “Danny! Oh Danny, what happened?” Right, he’d forgotten he had a few bruises left by that blob. It’s too early to remember things though. The concern worry fear pinging in his head was enough to drag Danny to full consciousness and address the mounting panic his mother was diving into.

“Good news is: I can go to school again. Bad news is: I can go to school again.” Danny propped his elbow on Sam’s side as his friends got up. “But uh, we turned the ghost to goop. I’m mostly fine. Only sting a little.” Danny groaned as he was shoved by Sam into Tucker who fell off the bed with his hand clasped around Danny’s shoulder. “What’s for breakfast?”

It turned out they were having waffles, eggs, and fruit salad for breakfast. Danny ate like there was no tomorrow, Tucker doing much the same while Sam went at s civilized pace. Must be years of being in a ‘proper’ home. Cutting out Danny’s powers they regaled how they beat Skulker and Danny held up the thermos full of ectoplasm they removed from the zoo. “So we’re safe now.”

“I expect you to contact me and your father next time you do something so dangerous, young man!” Danny could see the blue bleeding through the yellow in her aura and nodded dutifully. Mom relaxed into her seat and sighed. “I’m proud of you for taking down your first ghost though!”

“Thanks, Mom. He was a pain in the Apus.” A spark of yellow that had him grinning. “It’s a constellation o-”

“Trust me, Danny, I know.” Mom kissed his head and Danny rambled away about the constellation anyway. “I’ll let the principal know that the ghost is dealt with. You three eat up and do whatever it is you kids do after fighting an evil monster.” Mom walked away and Danny looked over at his friends.

“What do we do once we beat a bad guy?” Other than worry about the next one. I’m almost starting to think Agatha is a rarity. “Cause I kinda wanna try beating Sam in something.”

“You poor naive boy, you think you can actually win.” Sam shook her head and patted Danny on his shoulder. “One day you’ll learn.”

“That day is not today!” Tucker shouted around his eggs. “To victory!”

“I’m painting something on the loser’s back, just so you know.” Danny waved his fork menacingly. “If you squirm from being tickled by the brush then I will have to start over.” The three of them laughed, finished up their breakfasts, and headed to the living room to start up a star finder videogame for Tucker to try and beat Sam in. Tucker lost and Danny tortured him with the cool ticklish strokes of his paintbrush while he put down a painting of a toucan on his side.

“As fun as kicking your butt has been, I think I’m gonna take off,” Sam said as she collected her helmet and new magnetized boots. They did just as much damage as her old combat boots, but these let her stick to her hoverboard. “And I swear if you make that a pun, Danny Fenton-”

“Take off into the sky and make sure not to crash land!” Danny was knocked back by his jacket being thrown at his face and Tucker wheezed out a laugh next to him. The door closed and Danny pounced, pinning Tucker to the floor. “And so the jester took down the friar, twas hardly a fight.”

Tucker pushed Danny up and off of him, rolling over to sit on his friend and crossing his arms. “I am triumphant and rose to the position of king! As such, I’m gonna see if I can crack that idiot’s code. Mind if I use your little workshop?”

“As long as you don’t try to leave through the portal to the moon, it’s perfectly cool dude. Best of luck with the metal head.” Danny squirmed free and headed up the stairs. “I just realized I can paint over those glow in the dark stickers on my ceiling now!”

Tucker shook his head and headed upstairs as well. He grabbed his stuff, got on his board, and flew home with a quick text to his parents to explain that he’d been at Danny’s house again. Tucker shook his head and headed upstairs as well. He grabbed his stuff, got on his board, and flew home with a quick text to his parents to explain that he’d been at Danny’s house again. Once Tucker reached his house, touching down in his backyard and pulling the hoverboard into the garage to idle, he headed upstairs immediately to grab Skulker's head. When he got to the ladder that leads up to his trapdoor, Tucker was met with his parents and upset faces. "Uh, hi?"

"Young man, why were you out all night without telling us first? That dangerous... ghost thing is still out there, hunting you and your friends. Your leg has only barely gotten any better!" Wow, Tucker definitely needed that reminder of the dull throbbing ache that the Advil was masking just well enough for him to ignore on the way here. Moms were the best at unwanted reminders, Tucker was beginning to think. "You could have gotten hurt!"

"Well, would it make you feel better to know that I am 100% sure that Skulker isn't a problem anymore?"

"If you could give us proof of that, maybe." Dad frowned. "That doesn't excuse not telling us that you were staying the night with Danny. We were worried sick."

"If you let me up into my room I can show you that proof." They conceded and let Tucker climb his ladder, following up immediately after. "I've spent like half my nights at Danny's place anyway." Tucker rushed over to his closet and pulled the helmet to Skulker's suit out of the pile of clothes he'd been hiding it under.

"That's no excuse young ma- Tucker what in god's name is that?" I've never seen Dad so close to cussing in front of me before. This is a true milestone.

"Tucker Malik Foley is that the head of the robot ghost that shot at the targets in the backyard?" His mom didn't sound very thrilled, and Tucker could admit that he should've seen that coming but he needed the head anyways.

"I told you that the Fentons have great hologram technology and you saw that I have Sharon back, right? See, the hoverboard, some holograms and the kind of backdoor that opens up when you put someone else's things into your own stuff lead to us taking Skulker down. He's back on the other side where he belongs. And I thought 'hey, I could shut it down and eject him through my PDA, what can I figure out with my laptop' and I can see that you're not happy with the idea, which makes sense, but if I can figure out how Skulker's armor works then not only could I make something insanely effective at deterring ghosts from attacking us, but I'd also be able to make something that I can sell! And just imagine what kind of things we can get if I made money off of this." His parents had one of those silent conversations people had with looks and Tucker scrambled for something to add, something that would stop them from taking this away from him when he was on the edge of a breakthrough. "I'm close to breaking down all the firewalls, I know I am. I made an entire cybersecurity system for Dad's job, I think I can manage to crack a firewall."

"And how," Dad asked, "are we to know that you're doing this safely? You might trigger some sort of self destruct in the thing if you do this." Mom gave Dad a look, and Tucker almost snorted. "What? Angela this is like we stepped into a sci-fi world and I have no clue what to expect, so why wouldn't an evil ghost have a self destruct inside the robot suit it was possessing?"

"Valid enough concern, Dad, but I already disabled that and I uh, I'll do it at Fentonworks. They have all kinds of stuff for volatile experiments there. If something is about to blow, I'll get behind a blast shield and be as safe as possible." Another long moment of silent deliberation and his Mom sighed.

"Alright, we'll allow it. But if you at all get hurt then all of the suit that I know you're trying to hide from us is going to the dump, you understand me mr.?" Tucker put the head on his bed, launched himself at his parents, and hugged them both tight. "This doesn't excuse you getting into a fight with a ghost young man." They were both hugging back, so Tucker laughed it off. That was a discussion for later.

Before his parents could make it a discussion for then and there, Tucker grabbed the head, slid down his ladder, and got to his board as quickly as he could. Taking to the skies, Tucker zoomed straight for Danny's workshop building instead of going through the Fenton's house. Opening the door, he rode the board in and blinked a couple of times as he looked around, getting a better chance to take it all in. "So this is where he does all of that art. It looks like Dr. Fenton put every painting or doodle Danny's ever done on the walls in here." There were very few empty spaces on the walls of the very first room, easels and framed paintings and even first-grade doodles that Tucker recognized were hung all around the room. Dismounting the board, Tucker headed down the stairs and plopped himself in Danny's wheely chair, spinning around a couple of times before setting down Skulker's head and opening a drawer. "Danny and I are gonna discuss him moving my stuff when I leave it here."

With Skulker’s helmet on the table and connected to his laptop, the room was full of the hum and buzz of electricity, the clacking of his fingers on the keys and Tucker lost track of time. Sure, he’d managed to shut it down and open up the thing to force Skulker out of the chest but those were the easiest things for him to access even with a backdoor. “There’s no way someone like Skulker could’ve made something with this much protection. I usually have something like this dealt within two days tops.” He hit enter once more, running his firewall crack and leaned back. “There’s gotta be something useful in all of this.”

Ding! Humming, whirring, buzzing, the head came to life with emerald flame and something clicked. Tucker saw the programs pop up on his screen, the programs, the blueprints, and weapon schematics, and the code sang to him, how to do what Skulker did with just a bit of energized ectoplasm! Music filled his ears, his soul, his fingers. His human mouth could not sing the melodies, but metal could and metal would.

"The world is just vibrating strings, you just gotta know how to play the universe's song." Tucker took special note of one piece in particular. “Intangibility modulater huh? Thank you Hunter Grovsner, you’re so pathetically weak of a ghost your suit has to compensate. Now then,” Tucker thinks, thinks of all the things he could do with something like that, thinks of how to best make it convenient, and he starts designing, letting the music of the universe guide him, “let’s get to work.”

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