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theidiotwhowritesthings · 1 year

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A Fresh Start [13]

Din Djarin x F!Reader

Warnings: sick child, medical procedures, anxiety, reliving past traumas, panic and fear about losing a loved one

Word Count: 3,439

Summary: When you made plans for your future they never involved being hired by a Mandalorian to baby-sit his adorable, green gremlin of a child. However, after your life fell apart in the span of one disastrous night, you found it to be the only feasible option you had left. Nevarro was a far cry from Coruscant, but the thriving community turned out to be exactly what you needed. Every day you spend in Nevarro you fall more and more in love with your new life, but when your past rears its ugly head you find that perhaps peace wasn’t meant for everyone.

A/N: HEY MY DUDES. THIS IS IT. THIS IS THE CHAPTER THAT INSPIRED IT ALL. I pictured the scenes in this chapter in my head, wanted to write it, but I knew in order to have the emotional impact I wanted it to have i had to build a full ass story around it and I did lolol.

Thanks to all who have shared their love! This is like my fourth update in four days but unfortunately that will slow a bit this weekend. I’m crazy busy this weekend so it might not be until next week that you get a real update.

Ch. #13: THE DANGER HAS PASSED, CYAR’IKA

Chapter Summary: You must relive your past in order to save your future.

“She was powerful,

not because she wasn’t scared

but because she went on so strongly,

despite the fear.”

-atticus

After deciding to go to the clinic, you paused only to tuck your blaster into the back of your waistband before sprinting out the door. It would take you at least fifteen minutes to get to the clinic, and that was if you ran the entire way. Hot wiring and stealing the neighbor’s speeder bike? That would take you two minutes top. A talent you had Tatooine to thank for.

When you set Grogu in the speeder’s basket, so your hands would be free, he screamed. A mixture of unintelligible cries and ‘Ma’ over and over again. Hands trembling, you got the bike going and jumped on. It maybe wasn’t the safest to drive with Grogu in your arms, but you couldn’t bear to not hold him. The streets were bare of anyone and everyone. There had been no city wide siren for a warning, like Coruscant had, but the word about the pirates must have got around.

Everyone was hiding.

As predicted, you got there in a quarter of the time on the speeder bike and when you reached the clinic you hopped off before it came to an actual stop. The bike ended up slamming into the clinic wall without someone to turn it away, but you were already halfway through the door. Just like the rest of Nevarro, it was bare.

“Hey!” You screamed as you reached the empty front desk of the waiting room. “Daelar! Where the kriff are you!?” A woman, a young Twi’lek, poked her head out from around the corner. “You!” She jumped at your tone. “Get me Daelar right now.”

“He’s not here, ma’am.” She shook her head.

Whatever. You didn’t have time to chase that bastard. “Fine. Where’s the med droid!?”

“Broken.” She admitted. “If this is an emergency I can call a shuttle to take you off world.”

You felt the blood leave your face, your heart stopped in your chest, breath caught in your lungs. The words slipped from your mouth, aghast, “What did you just say?”

“Daelar left off world hours ago, and the droid has been malfunctioning since yesterday.” She repeated. “But I can…”

She was still talking. Her mouth was moving, but all you could hear was Grogu’s whimpering cries and a high pitched whine that filled your head⏤ as if a bomb had gone off and left you deaf to the world. Daelar left? He left off world knowing the droid was broken? Knowing that he’d be leaving all of this world without a healer?

“How long for a shuttle?” You demanded. “How long to get to the⏤ How long!?”

“An hour tops, I would guess, but I cannot guarantee⏤”

“No, no, no.” You moaned. Even if that time estimate was accurate it was too long. Grogu was getting hotter and hotter, his cries getting weaker and weaker, and you hated the way his eyelids fluttered weakly. You shook your head. “Unlock the doors for me. I need to get back there.”

“I’m sorry. That’s for medical personnel only.” She replied. She set her hands on the desk.

“I don’t care.”

“Ma’am⏤”

Without blinking, you pulled the blaster out from the back of your waistband and leveled it at her. Her eyes widened in panic. Hands shot up in surrender. You chose to leave the safety on. You didn’t want to hurt this woman, but you weren’t going to let her stand in your way either.

“Here’s what’s going to happen.” You seethed. “That door will be unlocked, I will have access to the medical supplies, and I am going to save my son. This is going to happen regardless of the decision you make right now, but it’ll be easier for all of us if you help.”

She nodded once and you lowered the blaster. The Twi’lek hurried to the side door and you followed her. She used her hand print to open the door into the emergency medical bay. The large room had four cots in total, and the side wall was made up entirely of glass cabinets where you could see supplies and ingredients. You quickly set Grogu on the closest cot and the fact that he didn’t even react to being set down sent a sharp strike of fear through you.

“Hey, what’s your name?” You shouted back at the girl while hooking up Grogu to the vitals machine.

“Aayla.”

“What’s your training?”

“I’m⏤I’m new to this. I’m a tech.”

No official medical training, but a tech would be helpful. You pointed to her, voice clear and loud, to get your order heard. “Aayla, get four ice packs. I want one under him, on top of him, and on either side. I need to cool him down quickly. Understand?”

She nodded and turned to the supplies to get the ice packs. The vitals machine began to blare, and your head snapped back to look at it. Heart rate was much too fast, even for Grogu who ran high naturally. His oxygen level was hovering on the lower end of normal. His temperature though⏤ Maker⏤ it was 102 degrees and you watched in horror as the decimal point next to it changed from 3 to 7. It was still steadily rising.

The sound of his whimpers, the blaring of the machine, you felt stuck. You were trapped in that moment once more watching Soran die. You shouldn’t have been her physician. It was too personal.

This was so much worse.

Aayla returning with the ice packs was what snapped you back to reality. You were scared, terrified, but you couldn’t afford to be. You swallowed every ounce of it and forced yourself to move. You needed to act.

You had told Din it was normal for parents to panic, but you couldn’t.

Your next movements were a blur of muscle memory. It didn’t matter that this clinic was unfamiliar to you. Training kicked in and you moved like a woman possessed. Fluids first. You grabbed a bag and set it in the cooler before returning to Grogu with IV gear.

“Aayla.” You sent her to the supplies and called out all the materials and supplies you would need to compound the medicine. While shouting them out, you began to attempt to start an IV on Grogu. It wasn’t easy. His arm was small, his veins smaller. It took you three tries before you finally got it in. Aayla had brought over all the items requested and you sent her for the fluids you set in the cooler. “Clip it in, and hang it.”

Aayla confirmed the order and you stepped aside to begin to work. You needed an antipyretic first. The rising fever was the most dangerous aspect of Grogu’s sickness right now. Any higher and he could start to have seizures⏤ any higher and his body could shut down. Anxiety crawled up your spine and latched to your mind. It had been so, so long since you compounded anything. What if you messed this up? No. You didn’t have time to doubt yourself. Go with your gut. Trust yourself.

When you added the last ingredient the liquid turned from clear to an electric blue and relief flooded your body. Aayla watched intently as you hurried back over and connected the vial of antipyretics to a medigun. You pressed the clean needle to Grogu’s outer thigh and pulled the trigger. All of the liquid disappeared and you set the gun aside.

“How do you know how to do all this?” Aayla gasped.

“I’m a doctor.” You answered mechanically.

Now, you needed an antibiotic. Same process. Different ingredients. You wanted to cover as many bugs as possible, go as broad as you could, and then once Grogu was stable the coverage could narrow to something more specific. It took you about the same time to make the antibiotic and when the liquid turned the shade of purple it was supposed to be you rushed back to Grogu’s side.

Aayla held up the medigun when you went to search for it and you realized she had replaced the needle with a fresh one and sanitized the entire thing. You thanked her and injected this one into Grogu’s opposite thigh. Fluids. Antipyretics. Antibiotics. That was all you could do.

Now, it was out of your hands.

Din’s entire body ached, and he was exhausted. The only reassuring thought being that the fight was over, and he could go home. Home to Grogu. Home to you. As much as he still wanted to have that talk, he wondered if he could convince you to hold off until tomorrow. All he wanted right now was to crawl into bed with you and his son in his arms. Granted, he might need to have the talk before inviting you into his bed again. Details, details. Din just needed to get home, and you’d have a plan⏤ you’d know what to do.

Clearing the rest of the ex-Imperial base had gone very well. When only two pirates were left standing they both surrendered. Din figured this could be used to their advantage. Pirates were hardly the loyal kind. A little squeezing and they could possibly find where Gorian Shard liked to hide. Granted, that was more along the lines of a bounty hunter’s thoughts than a Marshal’s. Din chose to come back with Mayfeld and Cara to shove the two pirates into the cells. They could be dealt with in the morning.

“Good job today.” Din grunted, already moving toward the door, “Stay home tomorrow. Rest. I’ll work the shifts.”

“Don’t be ridiculous.” Cara scoffed. “We can still come in.”

“Uh, speak for yourself.” Mayfeld chimed. Din was halfway down the hall when Mayfeld called out for him. Din’s feet came to a stop and he heaved an audible sigh. This really was the day that would not end. “Boss man! Seriously! Get in here now!”

Din jogged back, happy that his helmet wouldn’t show just how annoyed he was right now, and when he re-entered the room both Cara and Mayfeld were crowded around a holopad. Cara glanced up and the look on her face filled Din’s stomach with lead. “An intruder alarm was set off while we were out. From the clinic.” Din’s entire body stiffened. No. He was jumping to conclusions. You promised you’d stay in the house, he called Daelar to go to you. There was no way you and Grogu could’ve been there while someone broke in. “You should see this.”

Mayfeld flipped the holopad around at her words and Din’s eyes focused on a security feed. A young Twi’lek girl stood behind the front desk with her hands raised in surrender while a familiar figure wielding a familiar blaster aimed the end at her chest. Din would recognize your voice anywhere, in any setting, at any time. Even with the security feed adding in a garbled white noise under it all, he knew your voice.

“⏤supplies, and I am going to save my son. This is going to happen regardless of the decision you make right now, but it’ll be easier for all of us if you help.”

He lifted his gauntlet to check his communicator link. What was going on? Why hadn’t you called? His eyes widened when he realized the circuitry in his vambrace was dead. No, no, no. He slammed his other hand into it as if that would miraculously fix it, but it stayed dead. The taser. Dank farrik. He should’ve been paying attention. Din had lost contact with you hours ago and was only just now realizing it.

Din spun on his heel and took off down the hall in a sprint. Cara and Mayfeld were calling out to him, he could hear footsteps following, but he didn’t pause and wait. The clinic was right down the road. He needed to get there. Din needed to be there⏤ now.

You had pulled over a stool and sat by the cot’s side. One hand resting on the half melted ice pack on Grogu’s belly and the other holding his tiny hand. Then you waited on baited breath. Aayla was moving about the room, cleaning you thought, but all you could do was stare at the young boy who looked so small on such a large cot.

“Please, please. Oh, Maker, please.” You mumbled the pleas under your breath⏤ willing the universe to bend to your will. Grogu was your first patient since Soran. If anything happened to him you wouldn’t survive it. You barely survived losing Soran. Kriff, it could be argued that a part of you didn’t. You watched Grogu’s chest rise and fall. ‘Please, please, please.’ You were pleading⏤ begging. If you thought it would help you’d get on your knees and scream at the sky.

Finally, the machines chirped and when you looked up from Grogu to read the numbers you saw his temperature had fallen two full degrees. Your lower lip quivered, relief slamming into you, and it took all your strength to not crumple to the floor.

Din barreled through the clinic’s doors⏤ hard enough that he accidentally shattered the glass as it slammed into the wall. The Twi’lek he had seen on video popped her head around the corner with wide eyes. She held her hands out.

“You’re the Marshal.” She shook her head. “I’m sorry. I hit the alarm because a woman came in⏤”

“Where is she!?” He barked.

“This is a misunderstanding. I don’t want to press charges⏤ she’s actually a doctor and⏤”

“Where⏤”

Cara slid in behind him and blurted. “That’s his son and wife. Let him through.”

The girl nodded in understanding, and Din couldn’t even spare a thought toward the title Cara had given you. The clinic worker pointed through a set of double doors and Din stormed past her without another second of hesitation. The back room was filled with cots and shelves of medical supplies.

Sitting in the corner though, he saw Grogu lying on a cot with an IV in his arm and connected to the machine on the wall. Din didn’t recognize all the numbers and symbols, but they were all written in a neutral green rather than a dangerous red. Right by his bed, you were perched on a stool with your hands holding onto Grogu while your head rested on the cot. At the sound of his arrival into the room, you lifted your head and your eyes widened. Din rushed toward you and you stood up so fast the stool fell to the floor.

“He’s okay now. He’s stable.” You blurted. “Daelar never brought me the⏤ the medicine. Grogu spiked a fever and got worse, I tried to call⏤”

“My communicator broke. I’m so sorry.” Din leaned over the cot and cautiously ran a hand over his son’s head. Grogu didn’t look sick right now. He just looked like he was sleeping. Snoring softly without a single cough. “The fever⏤”

You spoke up. “It broke maybe twenty minutes ago? It’s normal now. All his vitals are. I gave him antipyretics and antibiotics for whatever infection he has. He’s stable.” Din let out a sigh of relief and he bowed his head to lightly tap against Grogu’s. Your voice shook. “He’s stable.”

Din slowly lifted his gaze to look to you. You had never looked so small before. Panic and fear still shone bright in your eyes despite the air of confidence you were trying to push out. Your arms were wrapped around your own body. Din took a step toward you and you flinched.

“Cyar’ika.” He whispered. “It’s okay.” You nodded once⏤ swallowed hard. “You said it yourself. Grogu is stable. He’s safe.” Your lower lips quivered and he watched you bite down on it. Din took another step and held his hand out to you. “You saved him. You. You did this⏤ you saved him.” Tears collected in your eyes and you lifted your gaze to the ceiling as if to avoid looking directly at him. Din knew you must have been a storm of genius confidence just like he saw you last night. He had seen the video of you holding a stranger at blaster’s end to get the supplies you needed. Din also knew that sometimes it was easy to take action, grab ahold of the danger, and let your body act while your mind took a backseat. Instinct took over. When that happened, it was hard to slip back into reality. To relax. “It’s over now. The danger has passed, Cyar’ika.” Din set his hands on your arms. “Talk to me.”

Your eyes snapped to meet his and those collected tears streamed down your face. You shook your head, voice shaky and pained, “I was so scared, Din.”

He was already pulling you into his chest at the same time that you leaned into him. Din cupped the back of your neck, squeezing in reassurance, as you buried your face in the crook of his shoulder. You sobbed into his neck⏤ tears soaking into his cloak. He whispered that everything was okay and his words slipped out in Mando’a out of habit. Din added in Basic. “You did so good, ner kar’ta.”

“I was so scared I was going to mess up.” You clung to him so tightly. As if he was the only thing anchoring you here. “He was so sick and I⏤I haven’t done this in so long. I was terrified⏤ He⏤If he⏤ If he died⏤” Din didn’t even like thinking along those lines. You suddenly pulled your face away from him, but Din wouldn’t let you get far. He kept you caged in his arms. You shook your head. “I⏤I didn’t want him to end up like Soran.” Your words came out between harsh sobs. “I didn’t want to be the reason somebody I loved died again.”

If Din wasn’t the kind to pay attention then your words would have been nonsensical. However, he knew you were hiding from something. He knew you had a past that led to a terrible injury. And he knew your name wasn’t Soran. The way you screamed it out that night he woke up. Plus, half the time when he called out to you using that name you never answered. Din got more response from calling you ‘Cyar’ika’. He knew all of this, he just didn’t care. Who you were didn’t matter to him. You mattered to him. You in this moment. You in his arms.

Din tore off his gloves, something he’d never do outside of the safety of his ship or home, but he needed to touch you. He needed you to feel the warmth. Din cupped your face tenderly, using his thumbs to swipe away the lingering tears. He leaned forward and pressed his forehead softly to rest against yours.

“I don’t know your history, I don’t know your past, but here’s what I do know.” Din spoke slowly, enunciated every single word so it would be seared into your mind. “You are an incredible woman. Smart, beautiful, brave⏤ You never cease to amaze me, and there is nobody in this galaxy that I would trust Grogu with over you.” The words rang true as they left his lips. It wasn’t a simple comfort. It was a declaration. “Every single day I leave my home, I know⏤ without a doubt⏤ that I am leaving Grogu in the most capable hands other than my own.”

“Din…” You breathed.

Maker, he wanted to kiss you. It wasn’t a desire born of lust. Not this time. Din wanted to press feather light kisses against every inch of your face. Use his lips to brush away your tears, to stop your lip from quivering, to chase away your fear. Never, in his entire life, had his helmet felt like such a restriction to him. A wall of beskar keeping him from bringing you the comfort you needed. The comfort he wanted to give.

“I trust you, and all tonight does is prove that I was right.” Din said. “You saved Grogu. Not me, not anyone else. You.” You took in a slow breath, the first steady one he had seen from you since he got here, and he felt his entire body relax at the sound. “Thank you. Just thank you.”

“Don’t thank me for that.” You replied. “I’d do anything for him. Anything, Din.”

“I know.”

“I’d…” You paused. Your eyes closed and Din found himself missing the color. Even for the brief moment it was missing. “I’d do anything for you too.” Your eyes opened once more and the panic and fear had faded. Leftover tears clung to your eyelashes, but he was staring into eyes he recognized⏤ eyes filled with so much kindness and care that his knees felt weak. “I love Grogu and I… You…”

Din nodded and pulled away from your face so he could tuck you into his chest. His arms wrapped around you as he set his head atop yours. Din needed to feel more of you. He ran a hand up and down your spine, “You’re important to me as well, ner kar’ta.”

For the first time since he left the house this morning, Din felt at peace.

mando’a translations

Cyar’ika: Darling, sweetheart

Ner Kar’ta: My Heart

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Into Your Arms

Pairing: Din Djarin x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Angst, fluff, soft Din, mentions of blood/wounds/etc. Think that’s it

Summary: You failed at your task and barely made it out with your life. Now you have to contend with the consequences

Word count: 1.044k

Translations: Cyare (SHAH-ray) - “Beloved”, Cyar’ika (shar-EE-kah) - “Sweetheart, Darling”

Author’s note: First fanfic in a while and first time writing Din so bear with me <3 kinda feeling a part 2 but we’ll see.

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Failure wasn't an option for you. It never was. So failing the only person in the galaxy you truly cared for wasn't easy.

You stood on the peak of a hill, letting your eyes fall on the Razor Crest-- which was exactly where it was the last time you saw it a few days ago. A few days seemed too little a time between now and the last time you were here, but it was only two days.

You gripped at the wound on your arm, which you messily wrapped in a hurry. This only added to the appearance you'd walk in with. You were covered in a mixture of blood and dirt, your hair was a mess, and you held on tightly to what was left of your blaster. It was quite the entrance, even for you.

Walking into the Razor Crest like this was the last thing you wanted to do, but you were exhausted, dizzy, and most of all ashamed of your failure.

You had told Din Djarin that you could handle the task alone and despite his reluctance, he agreed to it. Now you had to contend with your broken pride as well.

You sighed deeply and made the walk to the ship. At this point your arm felt like it was on fire, causing tears to build up in your eyes and eventually begin to fall down your stained cheeks. The tears likely weren't all from the physical pain.

When you stepped onto the Razor Crest, you were met with Din's absence. Relief trickled into your system, Maybe you could clean yourself up before he returned.

You dropped your scratched and dirt-covered armor and made your way to your shared quarters. Sitting on the floor, you slowly tried to peel your sticky sleeves away from your arm, tying it at your shoulder so you could begin tending to the wound.

You had wrapped it in a thin strip of fabric, attempting to slow the blood flow. The attempt wasn't successful but might've still saved your life in the end.

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The Mandalorian stepped onto his ship, spotting the abandoned armor immediately. He closed the hatch door, setting down Grogu in his bunk and crossing the hull to look for you.

"Cyare?" He asked, tense, as it wasn't usual to find your armor stripped and dropped to the floor in such a heap.

You froze as you heard the voice, you'd barely untied the wound let alone clean it. "Yes?" You managed to get out in nothing more than a whisper. You wondered if he'd even hear it.

Your question was answered as the door opened to the small room and you found yourself face to face with his beskar helmet.

Your eyebrows tugged together and your eyes welled up with tears. Din didn't move for a few seconds, he'd never seen you like this and you hadn't planned on letting him. It struck your pride deeply to be in this state around someone else, especially Din.

He slipped his helmet off, revealing his expression underneath. He looked more worried than anything else as he set his helmet to the side and knelt in front of you. "What happened?" He asked in a clear voice. The tone didn't match his expression.

You opened your mouth to speak but nothing came out. So Din scooped you up and set you on the edge of his cot, letting you be silent for the moment.

He retrieved a cloth and cleaned your face carefully, getting the dirt out of your eyes and mouth. Your teary eyes met his and he pressed his hand gently to your cheek.

Silently, Din gingerly cleaned the blaster wound on your arm, wrapping it far better than you had done before. You let him tend to you, appreciating the moment to indulge in your exhaustion.

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You slept for a few hours after that. Now that you were in clean clothes and your wounds were patched as best as possible, you sat on one end of Din's cot while Grogu sat next to you. He held the top piece to one of the levers in the Razor Crest's cockpit.

Din came and sat beside the two of you. "Will you tell me what happened?" He asked as Grogu handed you the ball to show you. You smiled at him and sighed, handing it back.

“I failed you." Your eyes fell to the ground. "I thought it would be better if I went alone, but I was wrong." You sighed dejectedly. It almost startled you when you were met with Din's soft tone.

"You didn't fail me, Cyar'ika." He said gently. "You could never fail me. Even if you blew up this entire planet." A smile tugged at the corner of his lips at the remark.

"That's because it's something I'd do—on accident of course.”

“I wouldn't put it past you." He shrugged nonchalantly. You could tell he was messing with you now.

"Out of the two of us, which one of us is more likely to accidentally destroy a planet?" You tilted your head, raising an eyebrow.

"That's the thing." He said, picking up the ball Grogu had dropped and handing it back to him. "It'll be a team effort."

“I look forward to it." You said, finally letting yourself smile for the first time in days. Din smiled back, relieved at the sight. Normally your demeanor was uplifted. Around him you would often smile or crack a joke— Probably at the wrong time— so seeing you this way was worrisome for him.

He opened his arms as an invitation for you to come sit with him. An invitation which you obliged without hesitation. Din kissed your temple and folded his arms around you as if shielding you from any outside threats.

The moment was relieving for you, you finally realized that you really couldn't let him down. Tomorrow you two would go clean up the mess you made but for now, you sat comfortable, dozing off in your Mandalorian's arms.

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dumbbitchenergy17 · 11 months

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Crossing A Line

Clan of Three: One-Shot

Plot: A Mandalorian, an infant with a history of the jedi, and a teenager with similar powers and a heavy role to bear. High stakes can be the reason the innocence begins to crack.

Word Count: 4.8K

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

Warnings: fighting/violence, injuries, heavy angst, heavy details of gore and murder (including children) slight ptsd, sad-but-sweet father-daughter moments

A/N: This takes place between the end of Season 2 and before the Book of Boba Fett- CONTAINS CLAN OF THREE SPOILERS. Read all of the Clan of Three Series here

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"Me and the devil walkin' side by side"

The chill of the planet's atmosphere despite how close you were to the center of the galaxy. You’ve never been so close to the Core your entire life was the Outer Rim that was all you ever knew. Scars are still fresh and healing haunted memories branded onto your skin forever with you unable to escape them or have them escape you. Your eyes were glued onto the flowy cape that trailed off the bounty hunter, your protector, your savior. Things were tense given how much has occurred in little over a year. The empire, your adventures, you and the kid, Gi-

But the kid was safe. Grogu was with the Jedi getting the proper training but you didn’t though. It wasn’t safe, you needed to be with Din you couldn’t abandon him. Your gaze flickers to the new weapon resting on his hip that he’s used a bit on some quarries. It was yours by right. You fought and won it, the blood and sins of that weapon were passed onto you.

You would never touch that thing if it killed you.

The streets crawl with rodents and the pure scum of life. You thought being towards the Core on Corellia that it would be the height of luxury. How wrong you were, crime and death still clung to every planet no matter how much that planet lies claiming it’s peaceful and innocent. Din stops short in his path you coming to a halt almost running into him.

“We’ll rest for the night and continue at dawn,” His modulated voice speaks looking at the quickly setting daylight and you nod silently. You weren’t tired at all and if you weren’t in the picture he probably would have continued, but he didn’t want a young girl walking through this place so late into the night. It was an abandoned building Din had to help you crawl through an open window to move the barricaded items before the door. You wondered what the history of the building was with broken light fixtures, broken windows, destroyed furniture and anything of value already ransacked. Following up the long flights of stairs since the turbolift was out of commission reaching a floor that Din decided was adequate entered a room at the end of the hall. The room was barren with the windows cracked but luckily not broken a small balcony that showed an overview of the crime-ridden part of the capital, Coronet City.

“Get away from the window.” Din calls out and you sigh parting your gaze from the view and seeing him sprinkling broken glass on the floor in front of the door leading towards the main area then he passes you doing the same by the balcony. Taking in the inventory of the room finding some destroyed cushions taking them a beginning to dust them off before making makeshift beds on the ground. “Kid,” Din gets your attention before tossing a small ration in your direction which you catch.

“Thanks.” You respond quietly and you can sense his slight disappointment from the lack of conversation between you two since everything. It had only been a few months since…all that. While it was your choice to stay with the Mandalorian it had been a lot, wounds still fresh and time was slowly but barely healing. Without the Crest it was hard for Din to collect bounties to support the two of you if that meant rations or stolen food or sleeping in abandoned places instead of inns then so be it.

The stars and planets of faraway systems and galaxies look down being your source of light as you finish your meal and you hadn’t realize how tired you were until you were resting. Your back rested against the wall your head dipping every so often before you jerked awake. Din having situated his sleeping arrangement with a good view of both entry points notices you nodding off, “Get some rest,” He speaks and you nod sluggishly fixing yourself to be laying your bag resting beside your head your saber right beside it within your reach.

“You better wake me up to take the next shift.” You murmur and you see him nod slightly. You had a feeling he wasn’t going to, no matter how many times you assured him you could take the first watch or to wake you but then it would be morning and he would tell you it was alright. You needed the rest more than him, ‘You’re a growing kid,’ He would say, and he could still function even on a few hours of sleep or even none. Your lashes felt heavier and grew more in weight before darkness consumed you and you were quickly dragged under the peace of slumber.

The small moment of peace that were far between was interrupted by a frantic shaking jolting you awake. Your hand reaches for your weapon but you stop when you see Din hovering above you. You got to speak when he covers your mouth and you look at him with wide eyes. The sound of crushed glass alerts you and the multiple sounds of voices, “They’re on this floor check every room.” A voice comes through the walls and Din pulls you up to your feet throwing your bag over your shoulder and your saber is placed into your hands.

“What are you doing?” You whisper as he pushes you towards the balcony, “I’ll hold them off.” He responds and you shake your head, “No we do this together.” You say and you don’t get another word in as the footsteps grow closer and you’re outside. The windows don’t fully show the balcony as your back presses against the wall right beside the window listening in. It’s silent before you hear the entrance door enters and the slow crunch of glass, you hold your breath when the sudden blaster fire makes you jump and the sound of struggle grunts and groans before you hear a loud noise followed by Din making a sound of pain. Your hands shake clenching your saber wishing you could be there helping him.

Din struggles in the grasp of the bounty hunters and there was a multitude, he was able to take out a few before he was overwhelmed and forced to his knees restrained. Who he assumes was the leader steps forward a buffy man with scars visible on his body that wasn’t covered by his clothes or tattoos. “This was the Mandalorian we were supposed to be worried about?” He smirks and Din felt his blood boil but he needed to remain calm a single wall separating them from finding you.

“The Empire’s got a high bounty on your head but I’m more interested in a higher one,” He says looking over the beskar-covered man, “Where’s the girl?” Din didn’t even budge if looks could kill no one in this room would be standing right now. A sharp hit to him makes him groan though he stifles it.

“Just tell us where the girl is and we’ll let you go.” The man says leaning forward trying to offer up a deal Din slams forward the beskar cracking the bone of his nose and the leader pulls back clutching his bleeding nose as Din is taken down fully to the ground. The leader growls blood pours down his chin his teeth staining red, “Search the room, you find her…kill her.” Din’s heart lurches as he’s restrained as the others tear apart the room making sure no corner is left unchecked until all is left is the balcony. The man gives a sly bloody grin at the Mandalorian at the only hiding spot left before instructing a Rodian to check. Equipped with their weapon they head towards the balcony the crunch of glass under their boots as they open the door ready to deliver the killing blow to the young jedi. Din holds his breath waiting for the inevitable gunfire and the cry you would produce, you were going to die because of him, your blood would be on his hands. Why didn’t you go with the jedi you would be safe-

“She’s not here sir.” The Rodian announces the news and Din almost sags in relief while the leader curses, “She couldn’t have gone far, Hit the streets and start looking.” Most leave respecting their orders as the two restrainings Din bring up the Mandalorian.

“What do we do with him?” One of them asks and the leader sneers at Din, “Take him back to base…she’ll come after him.” Before Din could get any word in a needle injects through the fabric of his flightsuit and darkness quickly takes over.

The sound of the door slamming shut behind you as you release the air you were holding in. Hanging off the side of a balcony so high up in the air that the people on the streets looked like little bugs. Pulling yourself up and getting on solid ground you peek inside finding the room empty beside the dead bounty hunters that were after you. A tightness filled your chest Din was gone, you were on your own….they took him. They hurt him….they were going to kill him-you weren’t going to let them. You would make them feel the same pain if they laid another finger on him.

The streets were dark a storm brewing settling over the planet reflecting your emotions, you didn’t even know where to start who, or what you were looking for. You had some voices but that gave you nothing. Neon signs light your way through the rainy streets and alleys, despite how late into the night it was probably early morning the nightlife was active whether it would be to enjoy a night out or for more nefarious acts held so late. Gliding through busy streets crowds none paying attention to a young girl or empty alleys where creatures scamper to find their meal in the trash. It felt like hours trying to find where to even look for, who to go after, who could they even be on this planet. You weren’t a bounty hunter, you didn’t even know the first step in finding someone. It was sudden hands that wrapped around your waist the other covering your mouth muffling your screams as you’re dragged into an alley. Kicking your feet out your teeth dug into the flesh until metallic blood filled your mouth producing a cry from your assailant as another appears revealing a crude rusty blade. He looked around your age you could see the slight tremor in his grasp of the weapon.

“Just kill her already!” The man behind you yells as the other flinches before stalking closer. Kicking your leg out the blade flies into the air as your momentum slams the two of you back into a wall. The arms loosen around you and you slam his head into the wall he quickly knocks him unconscious the other scrambles to grab their blaster when they're flung into the wall opposite pinned there. The young boy quivers from his restrained position as the streetlights illuminate the young girl her hand held out. This was the power they had to be worried about, the reason a bounty was on her head. To bring the Jedi in alive or dead. Thrusting your hand forward and he too is shrouded in darkness.

When Din regained consciousness he was revealed to still have his armor on, despite his creed already broken he didn’t wish to break it twice. He was stripped of his weapons and his vambraces, leaving just the beskar armor to be his protection. Tugging at his restraints the heavy chain shakes around his wrists behind his back and from their place in the solid floor. The darkness that fills the room beside the dingy light above him allows him to see the true emptiness of the room. He curses lightly leaning his hand back against the wall, he wasn’t nervous for himself he could handle whatever torture or attempts at harm towards him. It was you he was fearful for, there was never a time where you needed to be looking for him. He felt foolish not at least preparing you for the event if the two of you were separated or if he was trouble. If the Crest still existed he would have least known you were safe but you were out on this planet alone trying to find him.

The door slides open revealing the scarred man as he stalks into the room the confidence that radiates off him. Like the deadly bounty hunter chained before him is something he shouldn’t be worried about. If he could wrap these chains around his throat and listen to the crack of his bones Din would be delighted.

“They are going to find her,” He speaks to Din as he remains silent his emotions masked by the beskar helmet, “You could have made it easy, she could have remained alive. But when my men find her they are going to rip her apart.” His grin was full of joy and malice trying to get on the bounty hunter’s nerves, “Maybe they have their way with her first? See how loud she screams before they slit her throat.” The chains were the only thing holding him back from throttling him. On his feet, his arms pulled behind him creating a strain, a growl ripped from his throat.

“You touch a single hair on her-” Din threatens just itching to tear him apart, “You’ll what kill me?” The scarred man laughs his head leaning back, “I’ll be sure you’ll get to see her corpse before we kill you too.” He pulls as curses in Basic and Mando’a are thrown at him before the door closes locking him in there. He couldn’t even feel like he was breathing, oh maker he felt sick he fell back to his knees. You were going to be okay, he would get out of here and kill anyone that dare to even look at you.

The sound of groans and fist meeting skin draws the young boy awake his vision adjusting he tries to move but he’s restrained his arms tied behind his back attached to some piping on the floor. No matter how hard he tugged and the pain in his wrist flared he couldn’t break free. Drawing his attention away from his restraint he focuses in on his superior restrained but in a chair, a wave of nauseous fills him at the amount of blood that was around the chair some speckled on the floor or in large puddles. A feminine grunt as he watches her fist make contact with his superior’s face the crack of bone and the sound of anguish emitting from who he thought was a hardened criminal.

The red liquid drips from your knuckles but it wasn’t yours as you swing your fist against another sharp cry admitting from the man and you pull back. The mess of the man the injuries all over him as he starts to slump over when you fist his hand yanking his head to look at you. “Where is the Mandalorian.” You hiss as blood dribbles from his face coughing globs his body quakes in pain.

He spits harshly it landing on your face with flecks of blood and you step back wiping it off your face and staring back at the heavy glare directed towards you. The echo of the blaster bolt and his scream fill the empty building and you see the boy behind jolt from the loud noise. Smoke emits from the man’s kneecap as he hunches over trying to calm himself from the immense pain he’s experiencing, “Where’s the Mandalorian!” You shout and he flinches shaking his head before he gasps for air. You can feel the young boy watching in horror as the man begins thrashing in his seat trying to breathe but no air entering his body. Anger and hatred fuel you as your hand clenches more into a fist watching him turn blue from lack of air.

“Stop! I know where he is!” The young boy proclaims and you drop your hand as the older man sucks in the air he was praying for loud coughs rack through his body. “F-foolish…boy…shut..up.” The man croaks his voice strained as you pull away approaching the young man. He couldn’t have been old maybe fifteen or sixteen. Crouching down and he leans back to keep a distance as he feels your gaze take him in.

“It’s at the junkyard where they are disassembling imperial cruisers,” He says as the other man curses at him, “You’ll find him there, Rel he’s covered in scars he’ll have him.” You look over him and despite the clear fear you didn’t sense any distrust.

The older man thrashes in his seat curses hurled, “You traitorous bastard. They will skin you when they find out you ratte-” It was a blur one second you were in front of him and suddenly the howl of a saber as he’s cut apart his torso hits the ground blood pooling around the body. Terror in the boy's eyes as he looks at the orange saber and he can see in the lighting the person now over the destroyed body, smeared blood from the profile of her face, the hands coated in red as she now stands over him.

“Wait please, my family is there under their protection, just let me warn them so they won’t be in harm's way.” He pleads, darkness shields your eyes, and he can’t see what you’re thinking, “Would you tell the empire about where I am?” Your voice is cold and heaviness to it as he frantically shakes his head.

“I swear on the Maker, I won’t tell a soul.” Liar. Your hand tightens on the weapon and you turn from the dead criminal slowly prowling towards him and he shakes in his restraints tears in his eyes as pleads fall from his lips.

“We could trade with you guys. We could be friends. I didn’t know. I’m Jash. What’s your name?” He’s frantic pleading for mercy as the view light sources crack the fuse blowing out as darkness grows closer but also the orange saber. Your hands tighten on the weapon. You were doing this for Din, to keep the both of you safe, leave no loose ends. The heat of the blade is so close as you raise the weapon, “No, no, no, no! I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Please! You don’t have to! Please! No, no, no! We can just talk! Mom! Mom! Mom!”

It’s quick and painless. Silence fills the room beside the crackle of the orange plasma. You turn from the massacre heading back into the night the blade returning to the hilt the growing storm cleaning the blood of you and cleansing your sins. No one would hurt him. You wouldn’t allow it.

Din wallows in the darkness before the sound of footsteps returns and the door opens revealing the leader followed by another man a staff in hand. Neither of them speak until the man gestures to his subordinate and the staff crackles with electricity and it’s jammed between the plates of his armor. Din seizes groaning out in pain as it rushes through his body thousands of knives embed into his skin while also being on fire. The staff is pulled away and Din slumps over slightly trying to catch his breath, “You’re making this harder Mando. Just tell us where she is.” He says leaning against the doorframe and looking down at the bounty hunter. Silence fills the room and the leader nods once more and the staff returns to Din’s body. A harsher groan of pain is the intensity and duration that increases his limbs locking up but also twitching from the pain. A rapid stream of knocks at the door pauses the ministrations of torture.

“What?!” The man yells while gesturing to stop and Din wheezes trying to calm his rapid heart. The door opens revealing the same Rodian from earlier a frightened expression on his face twists his hands together, “What is it?!” He demands and the Rodian flinches.

“One of the groups hadn’t returned from their findings so we sent out a group to find them,” He reveals but there seems to be more, “They were massacred…” A tense chill fills the room with this news. A faint rumble that could be mistaken for their fidgeting until it returns a deeper one that shakes the walls, the lights flickering, one that felt in their bones.

“si-s-sir!” A bad connection through the comms as the leader raises his commlink attached to his wrist a hologram projector appears, the signal is bad breaking in and out and what looks like a battle occurring, “The mai-ain gates have been breached-ched! We-we’re taking h-heavy los-sses! We nee- concentrated for-” A loud crack fills the air as the hologram shows their neck contorting in an unnatural angle before the line goes dead. The sound of battle was far away from them but still they could hear it, whatever was going on was big. Another call comes in though it only lasts a few moments.

“It’s h-her! We can’t sto-” A bloodcurdling scream as it ends and the three enemies of the Mandalorian felt a moment of fear, that feeling you get knowing you were close to death. Even Din knew whatever you were doing was enough to strike fear in all of them. “Get every blaster, knife, and weapon out there now!” He yells and the Rodian scampers out as the man with the staff stays beside him, “What do we do with him?” He questions and Din glares at the two if looks could kill they would ash.

“Kill him.”

The metallic smell of blood and blaster fire residue fills the air, and a sheen of sweat, and different species’ ichor taints you for battle. Like a warrior with ceremonial paints, this coated you. A steady patter fills the hall, the drip from either the leaky pipes or gaping wounds as the life slow drains. You understood death, it surrounded you frequently, people you cared for, those you tried to save and failed, even yourself. It hovered over you waiting to take you as its latest target.

Now you were death.

Clean cuts ripped through the men the heat of blaster fire flying past you or blocked reflected. Their weapons were the cause of their demise. No mercy ripping the final breaths from your victims. Making your way through the massacre of corpses the lights flickering as lone criminals try to hold their ground the last thing witness is the plasma blade the color of the sunset. The only time they would get a glimpse of daylight again. Screams of mothers hovering over children with lifeless eyes and cold skin before they too join them. It muffled in your ears a hum and quietness settling over you. Your way of blocking out your trauma is by creating more, the blood wasn’t on your hands if you didn’t acknowledge it. A steady pump of your blood through your body lets you know you were fighting and living. Faint cuts of shrapnel or blast fire that nicked you but were irrelevant.

Huddled in a corner you catch round fearful eyes staring back at you. The fear only seemed to grow when they realized they were spotted, standing mere feet from the littered bodies surrounding them. The orange light highlights the tears welling up as they stare back at death. You gaze back your grip tightening as the young eyes just stare. A standstill waiting to see who would act first. A new presence enters one you were familiar with and unlike death, you spare those young eyes. They watch unmoving as you turn away from them continuing their path the others not spared, your face branded in their mind.

Those young eyes will always remember those cold eyes.

Din pants a wave of nauseous as he almost fails at controlling his stomach. There was so much blood. Turning corners with his blaster in hand with his regained weapons only to find a bloodbath. The lifeless eyes stare at him as he made his way through the halls, the mutilated bodies of men and women…his heart growing cold and fear at the children. He followed the path of destruction if he had been smarter, and gotten out faster, you wouldn’t have done this. When the order had been given to execute him and the scarred man had left he had been quick to defend himself killing his adversary before making his escape. A sharp squeal fills the air as if an animal was put to slaughter. Following the noises the sound of the raging storm outside competes with the one created inside. Roaring pelting rain and the darkness outside make it hard for the Mandalorian to see but it’s a crack of lightning and the flash of orange draws his attention to you. The blade pulls out from the body of Din’s captor it hit the ground with a horrendous squelch, red quickly mixing with the rain.

Your body jerks whether from the crashing adrenaline or the frigid rain that soaks you, the caked and drying blood growing wet once more. The orange saber should be red from the amount of blood that soaked it. The hilt was slippery from bodily fluids and the lives that were drained. Turning away from the man a flash of lightning paints the sky and you catch the gleam of beskar armor standing in the rain. You couldn’t read his emotions as he moves closer to you until mere feet separate the two of you. He was uncertain what to do with you, comfort you, scold or yell, but he just remained silent.

“Are you okay?” Your voice is raspy and hoarse which shocks you for a moment. You didn’t think you would lose your voice, you don’t even remember screaming—you don’t remember much, just feelings and flashes of moments. He nods stiffly taking in your appearance, you would need new clothes soaked from the rain and… other things. You looked tired a sort of lifelessness in your eyes that could compare to the others inside. He couldn’t help but ignore the twinge of fear he felt, he’s never seen this side of you. Maybe with Gideon but this was brutal this was heartless lacking any form of mercy. It was like someone took over your body and committed these acts.

“Are you…?” He speaks up filling the silence that consists of rain and thunder. He truly needed to know if you were going to be. It all seemed too soon with Gideon and losing Grogu and going through everything you went through. He didn’t want to blame you.

“I thought I lost you…” Your voice cracks and the rain conceals the tears that pour down your face but he could tell, “We were supposed to be in this together and then you were gone. I didn’t know where to look or what to do.” His heart aches to hear what you felt during their time apart. He knew your connection was strong and the idea of losing another person close to you would destroy you and time you over the edge.

“Then I felt it…they were going to kill you if I didn’t find you. I couldn’t let them,” You shake your head and he can see the tremor in your hands. Flashes of what you did, the man and the boy in the warehouse, those criminals, but the innocent people, fathers, and mothers with their children. They were under their protection but you didn’t care. They were all guilty.

“I killed them.” A coldness covers the two of you with your confession, “I killed them all…they're dead, every single one of them. And not just the men, but the women and the children, too.” There’s a wild look in your eyes as the realization of your actions begins to register. Din grabs you by the arms holding you to his chest as you cry in agony. “They're like animals, and I slaughtered them like animals. I hate them!” You shout into his chest before dissolving in tears and sobs as he consoles you in the rain a tension of comfort and death that lingers in the air.

His arm stays wrapped around you as he leads you away from the massacre that was committed by you. He knew they couldn’t stay here long, who knew what other forces may have been alerted or the empire could be arriving soon for their supposed bounty. Din wasn’t sure where to go next after this but he needed to keep you protected, keep you safe, and you would never go through this again. You would get better at this low point, too much horrors and pain for such a young life. Watching your innocence chip away from those stained with evil, even himself chipping some away by involving you in this type of life. How long could it continue until nothing was left, what would be left of you then?

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

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buildabeardaily · 1 year

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Todays build a bear of the day is: Holiday Grogu!

#build a bear #build a bear workshop #stuffed animals #kidcore #Christmas #star wars #the mandalorian #grogu #baby yoda

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Dead Man's Hand 5 - Shiny On The Outside

Dead Man's Hand Masterlist tags: tags: engineer!reader, gambler!reader, loose canon timeline, eventual smut, fluff, action, casino aesthetics, touch starved reader, touch starved din, reader and din get on each other’s nerves, also they’re idiots, defrosting ice king din, cinderella vibes, everybody loves grogu

chapter summary: She sees Canto Bight for the first time. The Mandalorian gives her some advice.

She had an image of Canto Bight in her head, but she could hardly recall what it was when they finally touch down.

For someone who grew up on a planet famed for its deserts and harsh life, her eyes went big when she saw the beach and a wide expanse of ocean. Situated on its shore is the sprawl of tall buildings, lights peppering the strip. When she steps out, the air is clean and pleasant, unlike the dry, stifling air of Tatooine. The many layers of the city stack upon each other, people walking on each level and a few even leaning over the balconies to watch others below.

The Mandalorian has Grogu in his pram, following him as he strides across the landing pad. He is about to leave it entirely when he notices that the girl is lagging behind, her head craned up as she spins, taking in each and every sight. “Keep up or get lost,” he warns.

“Oh.” She snaps out of the daydream, catching up to him. “Sorry.”

She is surprised at how clean everything is, even the droids. The people they pass have nary a speck of dirt on their faces or clothes. Their jewelry twinkles against the strip lights and women wear paint on their faces that accentuate their features. Suddenly, she becomes very aware of her state, of her filth. Holding onto her arm, she follows close behind the Mandalorian, hoping to go unnoticed.

They march up flights of stairs, take half a dozen of elevators, all to reach the tallest, widest building on the strip. Before they can cross the threshold, a guard at the entrance holds up his hand, standing in front of the Mandalorian. “Hold. Do you have a reservation?”

“I just did a job for Dastiv Res. Tell him I’m here to enter the tournament.” The guard eyes him up and down before noticing the mechanic standing behind him.

“And this?”

“My stand-in.”

“Hmph.” The guard stands aside, clearly keeping some snob comments to himself. “I’ll let him know you’re on your way.”

“Good. C’mon.”

She hugs her biceps as she follows him into the main floor of the casino. A barrage of noises and lights bombard her all at once, making her wince. Slot machines churn out credits, play obnoxious noises, and click with each reel. People huddle around tables with cards and dice, sometimes erupting into joyous laughter or others with indignation. Waitresses in tight, revealing dresses pass by with drinks on their trays, offering refreshments to patrons.

“My stars…” she breaths out. “It’s so… so…” It robs her of words.

The Mandalorian lags, placing his hand on her upper back and ushering her along. He leans in, modulated voice whispering something to her. “It might look pretty and shiny on the outside, but it’s no better than any other gambling den in Tatooine.” He leads her towards the back where the elevators are. “Don’t let the splendor distract you.” He pulls away, pressing a button on the elevator and letting his hand drop to his side. At that, she breaths out slowly, nodding in acknowledgment.

The three of them enter the elevator where an attendant awaits. “Dastiv Res,” says the Mandalorian.

“Of course. He is expecting you.” He punches in the code and away the elevator goes. It is made of glass, allowing one to look down and see each floor it passes.

Guards at the top most floor open the double doors to the lavish office of the casino and hotel owner, so named Dastiv Res. Most old men on Tatooine were withered, their age pulling deep wrinkles on their face with bears masking their chins, but Dastiv is clean-shaved, his hair slicked-back, wearing clothes that shimmer against the office’s lights. “Mando!” he greets, hands extended. “So good to see you back. I hear you’re entering the tournament?”

“No. I’m sponsoring this one.” He steps aside, showing Dastiv the girl.

Dastiv’s smile nearly fades. “This one?”

“This was the bonus you gave me.” He tosses a fat sack of credits onto the desk, making a heavy sound. “You said it covers the cost, right?”

“...Right.” He smiles. “What is your name?” She tells him, albeit while stuttering. “Charmed. Entering the tournament nets you a suite right here in the hotel. The tournament begins in a few days.”

“Understood.” He does an about-face, ready to leave with his companions.

“One second, Mando. Before she gets to the table, just make sure she’s washed, clipped, and groomed! Hahaha!”

Her face reddens at the humiliation. Normally, she would have bitten right back, but things are different here on Canto Bight. She is different.

As Dastiv cackles, Din doesn’t think twice. He makes a long stride towards him and yanks his collar, pulling him forward. The guards immediately turn their blasters towards Din and Dastiv pales. Din grits his teeth, his animosity dripping in his words. “Don’t ever talk to her like that again.”

She holds her breath, eyes darting back and forth between the blaster barrels and the Mandalorian.

Dastiv flashes a nervous smile. “Of course.” He clears his throat. “So sorry.”

The Mandalorian lets him go, letting him fall back in his chair as he swings on his heel. “C’mon,” he says to her and Grogu.

She follows him out of the office, her heart racing from the confrontation. Glancing back and watching the doors slide shut, she follows him back into the elevator. That was… kind of cool, actually. And noble. “Y-You didn’t have to do that. You almost got shot.”

“Hmph.” He doubts it.

She twiddles her thumbs. “...Thank you, though. Since you did anyway.”

His voice sounds gentler. “Don’t mention it.”

#din djarin #din djarin x reader #the mandalorian x reader #the mandalorian #the mandalorian x you #the mandalorian fanfic #work: dead man's hand

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nosesitter · 11 months

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Kings Killer

2.28k words

Warning: OOC! Mandalorian, PinV, oral female receiving, spit kink, cream pie, mentions of prostitution, choking, reverse cowgirl(it’s not a flattering position, sex pollen/flower, no grogu🥺

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A/N: something from the ol’noggin I just want to believe that the Mandalorian is a brat breaker I want him to break me like a horse. If anyone would like to send me a request pls do I love writing personal drabbles 🤭

6 times you’ve seen him in the bar you are stationed at by the Hutts. The first three times he was there he was gathering information, trashing the place beating up customers, on bounties. The last three times he was there for something different; something morally dubious. Just because he was a Mandalorian didn’t mean he wasn’t a man.

There’s been a lot of men to come through here and think that they are gonna be able to break us down and having us come to them begging for more release but quite the opposite; Before Jabba The Hutt died he was having Boba Fett hunt and propagate a flower that grew on Aq Vetina. It’s called the King Killer. It’s a bright purple flower that when squished releases an addictive sticky liquid that we wash our bodies with. Any man that comes within our contact becomes entranced and empties his pockets on us eventually going into debt by the Hutts. It all worked perfectly.

It’s a slow day in the bar, it’s absolutely scorching and a very slow wind is blowing through the place making the girls break into a sweet sticky sweat. While the band is playing a slow song you can faintly hear blasters shooting and missing. You can hear the sound of sand and gravel crunching as someone runs past the building then there’s a single shot of a blaster and no more running

The doors slide open and there he is. He stands there for a moment in the doorway, chest and shoulders heaving as his Beskar armor is covered in blood, he glides over to the bar closest to me and everyone has their eyes on him until he sits down, blaster still in hand. He looks in my direction and I can only assume he’s looking at me, who knows under his helmet, He holsters his blaster and I speak.

“You’ve been driving away business lately.” It comes out bratty as you turn your face away from him and sip your drink. It’s true though no new clients just the same regulars that come in and dwell on and don’t spend anything.

“There’s something on this planet that makes me keep coming back.” He flatly says as he begins to take off his gloves causing you to stare right at him and his tanned thick fingers. “It’s honestly driving me insane.” He’s starting to strip off his armor right at the bar.

“What’s going on with you?” You question him and his unusual behavior. Never has he acted like this before in the 6 times you’ve seen him. Even when he was here the last three times for sex he didn’t even have it. He had the girls just lay on the bed and touch themselves as he sat on the corner.

“I need to breath.” He says and you are snapped out of your thoughts as you hear his helmet hiss and begin to rise, you grab his very warm hands and before anyone can notice you are pulling him away and into a room. He does it again but this time you flip the switch off and you are completely in the dark, you can’t see anything. He’s panting you can feel his breath hit you and it comes as a shock. His helmet is off, here he is so exposed, so vulnerable breaking the creed.

You try to touch him but he must sense it and grabs your hand and spins you around. He bear hugs you from behind and begins sniffing your neck. He has facial hair! You can feel it tickle your neck and shoulder as he digs his nose behind your ear. “I need to taste you.” He sounds so desperate without his helmet his voice was delicate almost a whisper. You lay back into him and just let him grope your breasts over the very thin silks you’re wearing. His hands feel like fire as his thumbs rub over your clothed nipples causing you to moan out loud.

He’s animalistic now. His right hand moves up from your chest to your neck he yanks your head to the side and licks a stripe from your shoulder to your ear. Your knees buckle and you grind into him. “Please let me taste you. I need to otherwise I might die.” You turn around and just start to feverishly kiss him your hands move to touch his prickly facial hair, slowly moving them into his sweaty hair which you begin to tug that causes him to moan into your mouth. If he was to fuck you now he’d slide right in.

“Open your mouth.” With your hands on his face you feel him open his mouth so you spit into it. This causes the Mandalorian to turn from your grasp and switch the light on. He broke his creed and he doesn’t even seem phased by what he’s just done. You’ve seen him for who he is now and you are absolutely thanking the stars. He’s fucking gorgeous.

“Get on the bed.” He’s not asking he’s demanding. Obeying his command you back up until the back of your knees hit the bed then you crawl backwards staring him down

The Mandalorian is stripping off his beskar shoulder pads and then unclipping his heavy chest plate. He slides it across the floor not caring about the heavy scratching sound it made as he did that. The shirt he is wearing underneath is completely soaked with his sweat. He begins to undo the buttons, stripping it off leaving him with his tan chest and thick muscular arms exposed. All he has left to take off is his very tight black pants.

He kneels down and pulls your body closer to his face. His lips touch the bottom of your belly button. It feels like electricity. As he’s kissing you he spreads his legs and squats lower, the tight fabric around his thighs is spreading, you swear you can hear the seams in his pants begin to rip. He grabs your leg and pulls it over his shoulder. You are dripping. The sheerness of it all over your thighs.

His lips make contact with your mound as he gives you another light kiss, you can hear him breathe in hard through his nose, under hooded eyes he’s looking up at you through his long lashes. You can’t help but grab the top of his hair with your hand rubbing his nose into your clit. “Greedy fucking slut.” He slaps your ass lightly and begins to lick and mewl away at your cunt.

“Oh my stars!” You gasp out as he begins lapping the dewiness with his tongue. Your grip getting tighter in his hair, he groans into you causing vibrations. “Fuck, mando..” it comes out as a whimper. He’s hungry and it shows. “So fucking sweet.” He speaks against you, more vibrations.

He pulls away from your cunt; wetness all over his face. Using the back of his arm he wipes his mouth and pushes you onto the bed and climbs on top of you. As he creeps his way up he kisses the top of your bellybutton, your eyes are closed and your breathing is shallow. He takes notice in the goosebumps on your skin and the perkiness of your nipples.

The Bounty hunter sticks his tongue out and licks up the middle of your midriff. As his lips wrap around your right nipple one of his legs is in the middle of your thighs creeping dangerously close to you. He pulls away from your chest and moves closer to your face, you can feel his knee move closer to your needy cunt as he starts to kiss you again hard you slip your tongue into his mouth to taste yourself on his lips. He grabs your face his with one of his calloused hands and you can guess what he’s going to do.

“Now you open your fucking mouth.” Your smiling as you stick your tongue out, spit coming from his mouth and onto the back of your tongue. He’s rubbing his knee against you and that causes you to grind more against his clothed leg. “Please fuck me, I’m so wet you could slide right in.” Quite a change of pace with the sex worker begging for sex from the customer who hasn’t even paid yet.

He sits back up moving his knee from you and starts to unbutton his pants. He’s not wearing anything underneath causing his erection to pop right out. He shimmies his pants below his balls and lines himself up with you and slides right in as predicted.

“Holy fuck, just say the word baby and I’ll cum in you right now!” You wrap your legs around his waist causing him to bottom out inside of you.

Your mouth parts but nothing comes out. He begins to move his hips in circular motions causing your eyes to roll back. His pubic hair rubbing on your most sensitive area. “This is where I need to be right inside of you forever.” The Mandalorian is hooked on the kings killer flower. He’s never gonna let you go, a deadly bounty hunter moaning very loudly right now. He looks down at the scene infont of him then at your hungry cunt taking all of his cock. His hot hand is pressing down on your lower abdomen feeling how deep he’s in you right now. The other is thumbing your clit. There’s a very big pressure building up inside of you.

“Don’t stop I need all of you.” You’re being greedy he takes notice in that. His hand comes down and wraps around your neck as he pounds into you, balls hitting you. He pulls out and you whine at the loss of penetration, pushing you out of the way he lays down and then taps your thigh to get on top and start riding him. As you get up and throw your leg over him he says just one word.

“Reverse.” You look right at him and he smirks. He’s sitting up against the headboard looking absolutely smug. You turn around and begin to lower yourself on top of him he’s holding himself up and slides right into you.

“Fuck!” He drags the word out as you slide all the way down on him feeling very exposed to him. Holding onto his knees you begin to move your hips up. You can feel the bottom vein under his cock pulse and it causes you to clench around it. You moan loudly when you do this and this makes him crazy. He grabs your hips and ruts up into you hitting that squishy part deep inside you. You scream out and move your hips back onto him pushing him into the bed. You can feel yourself getting closer to orgasm as you ride him. His groans getting more quicker and his breath more and more shallow, he’s close too.

The Mandalorian pushes you up off him and onto your knees he moves quick and pushes back into you. “I’m going to cum inside you.” He shouts out as he pounds into you fast. You’re a moaning mess as your hands grip the blankets. His calloused hands going down the curve of your back to pinch the fleshy skin on your lower back.

“Fuck, I’m cumming!” The bounty hunter yells out, as you can feel him hunch over your back, his body is absolutely on fire. He keeps pounding into you until you also feel the fire in your stomach about to explode. There’s a gush inside you and you feel completely soaked.

The Mandalorian is on top of you panting. Still trying to milk out all of his cock into you. Knees collapse and now you’re laying flat on the bed. He falls next to you as he stares right at the ceiling.

“I have to leave for a bounty on another plant, but I would want you to come with me.” The Mandalorian tells you causing you to just sit up and stare at him.

“If I don’t are you going to kill me because I saw your face?” You ask him and he just rolls his eyes.

“You think I could kill you now that we’re connected? The Kings killer flower in you is going to crave me and I’m going to crave you. How could The Mandalorian know anything about the flower? No one knew of it or the planet it came from.

“I am from Aq Vetina. I was young when I left my planet but I still remember what I learned from my parents. That flower is used for procreation.” as he begins to get up and get dressed. Something in you believes him but also doesn’t until he gets a little too far from you, he’s walking closer to the door and then there’s a pain in your lower gut.

You open your mouth to wince at the pain but The Mandalorian notices and comes back closer to you.

“Did you want to grab anything before we leave?” He asks as he finishes getting ready about to put his helmet back on. So sure and cocky with himself that you are going to come with me.

You shake your head no as you slip your silks back on and grab his hand. Both of y’all leaving the sex club and never to return.

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alittleplaytime · 3 months

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Build-a-bear wants pt.6

this one is all clothes and accessories :3 (because i have no one else to show):

this one is a lot more jumbled around than normal, sorry :(

marketed as: harry potter™ trunk

marketed as: platform 9¾ ticket wristie

marketed as: diabetes kit

marketed as: pompompurin™ sleeper

marketed as: nightmare before christmas valentines sleeper

marketed as: doctor who fourteenth doctor diamond anniversary costume

marketed as: robin™ costume

marketed as: kuromi™ butterfly dress

marketed as: apres-ski turtleneck

marketed as: pochacco™ outfit

marketed as: purple kuromi™ sleeper

marketed as: cinnamoroll™ sleeper

marketed as: hello kitty™ holiday pajamas

marketed as: rainbow sloth pyjama set

marketed as: grogu™ egg sleeper

(an now some more plushies cus i accidently skipped them!!!)

marketed as: pompompurin™ stuffed animal

marketed as: kuromi™

marketed as: cinnamoroll™

marketed as: purple kuromi™

marketed as: baku plush

marketed as: grogu™

marketed as: star wars jawa

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burnwater13 · 2 months

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Ahsoka Tano deflecting a blaster bolt from a mercenary on Corvus. Concept art by Brian Matyas. Image from The Mandalorian, Season 2, Episode 5, The Jedi.

“Grogu, I get it. You want your own lightsaber. But I’m not a Jedi. I can’t show you how to make one.”

Din Djarin had answered this question a dozen times since Grogu had returned from Luke’s Jedi Sleep Away Camp. The first time he asked the question was right after he woke from the nap he took with the rancor. He’d pointed out that the Dark Saber was technically a light saber and a Jedi’s weapon and it would be much safer with him.

“Buddy, I appreciate that. But this thing is taller than you are and the blade is almost a meter long. Which is three times your height. I don’t want you to get hurt.”

Grogu had found a way to tell him, in no uncertain terms, that of the two of them he thought the Mandalorian was far more likely to be injured by it. Regardless of those harsh words, Grogu had let the topic drop. They had a lot of other things to do.

But Din should have realized that Grogu was nothing if not persistent. When they went to meet with the Armorer, he brought the subject up again.

“Buddy. I’m in enough trouble with the Tribe as it is. I don’t need you to help me dig this hole deeper, you know.”

Grogu explained again that the Creed, according to his research, was not as restrictive as the Armorer was insisting and after all Din Djarin had the Darksaber and was the de facto ruler of Mandalore.

“Sure, pal, whatever you say, but we don’t even know if there’s anything worth ruling on Mandalore. You have plenty of time to locate or build a lightsaber of your own. If you ask nicely, I’m sure Luke will be happy to help you.”

The look Grogu had given him after that statement was the physical embodiment of ‘Dank Farrik’. Din had gone out of his way after that to find Grogu the freeze dried frogs that he liked so much to try and make amends. Why he needed to make amends was a different matter, but he choose to try to make his companion feel a little bit better about things.

Then they went to Plazir-15 and the whole thing was brought up all over again. While Din and Bo-Katan had been busy tracking down the issues with the droids there, Grogu had spent his time with the Duchess and Captain Bombardier. Grogu had explained to them about being a Jedi in training and that he’d really like his own lightsaber and it was all the Mandalorian could do to talk the Duchess out of demanding that one be provided for him instantly.

He had given her a brief description of what they could do at their worst and how he was trying to save Grogu from that and the scars that he had gotten just trying to train with the Darksaber and that ended that.

“I cannot bear to imagine that darling person being hurt like that. He is a gentle soul and should only know the most peaceful pursuits.”

The Mandalorian was glad she felt that way. The Captain had been a help when Grogu appealed to him directly.

“My young man, you’ll hurt yourself. The balance is all off for such a combination. I believe that you should think about obtaining a sling shot. They were all the rage here when we last had a battle of the biscuits. I’m sure you would have been an expert on that field of battle, given how you laid waste to the food at luncheon.”

Grogu had pouted and scuffed his feet and then was surprised to find that the Captain had managed to stuff his pockets full of biscuits and was happily distracted.

The more they traveled, the more Grogu lobbied for a lightsaber. Finally, when they were back to Nevarro after ridding the galaxy of Moff Gideon again, again, again, Grogu asked that same question for the nth time. Din blamed himself. He had mentioned that they might want to reach out to Ahsoka Tano about what happened on Mandalore.

“If Moff Gideon could get away from the New Republic, there’s no telling what happened with Morgan Elsbeth.”

It had been a simple statement of fact, but Din had forgotten that Ahsoka Tano had two lightsabers, not just one. Uff. This was not going to be easy to defuse.

“Buddy, I understand that Ahsoka has two lightsabers. That makes her a formidable opponent in a fight and an excellent ally. But I’m sure she had to train a lot before she got them and that her master must have tested her extensively. That’s not something I can do for you. You saw what the Darksaber did to my leg and anyway, it’s gone now.”

Grogu had sighed, plopped down, and just looked sad. He didn’t even eat his meal that evening. That was a first and not the good kind. Before they called it a night, Din couldn’t take the sighing and pouting and scuffing any more. He’d never seen Grogu so upset.

“Alright buddy. How about this? I’ll contact Luke and see if he has time for us to pay him a visit on Ossus. You said he had another, smaller lightsaber there. Maybe he’d be willing to train you? You’d have to stay on Ossus and we’d have to put our work training you as my apprentice on hold, but if that’s what you want, we can do that.”

It was Din’s turn to sigh and look sad, but he needn’t have worried. Out of no where Grogu had a sling shot and hit the Mandalorian cleanly in the middle of his chest protector with a… biscuit. Apparently lightsabers were overrated compared to sling shots, or, Grogu had made his choice again. Either way, the Mandalorian smiled and then laughed as Grogu began to collect all the biscuit pieces and shove them in his mouth. Waste not want not was definitely part of the Creed.

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