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meistoshim · 2 years

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satoshi’s Bonds, Connections, & Bro - dyns with the gods he’s met :

houou. this is the god with which satoshi has the strongest yet strangest bond with, it being the first god he saw & it continuing to reappear in his life throughout his journey, such as before his setting off to hoenn & when he decided to start from zero & received a rainbow feather & eventually ended up battling it. he primarily thinks of it as kind of a background presence that he trusts to keep watch of him, even if it’s nowhere near where he actually is, in spirit ( except it really is always keeping watch of him, especially when he’s in mortal danger, as it did with reviving him through the pokemon’s tears after he got caught in the literal crossfire of mew & mewtwo’s battle ) .

mewtwo. satoshi just wants it to be happy & be able to trust people. he does feel discomforted by the fact that he’ll never truly remember what happened the first time they met, only able to rely on mewtwo’s personal testimony, but has absolutely no hard feelings for it trying to kill him, most gods have. satoshi is never letting gou talk about mewtwo to the rest of the sakuragi institute & he will fight the fellow with his bare hands before allowing gou to catch it.

lugia. they saved the world together & had half a battle the next time they ran into each other, lugia gave him a ride along with gou. there is a lingering connection from the first time they met, & lugia is the god whose aura satoshi connects with the easiest.

celebi. satoshi considers the first one he met to be a friend to this day, he & yukinari bonded with it & he grew incredibly attached & was absolutely heartbroken when he thought it would die, seeing it fly off to join the other celebi feeling bittersweet. he didn’t get to develop much of a friendship with the second celebi he met, but any time he remembers it hopes it’s doing okay, wondering if it’s friends with the aforementioned celebi.

latias. he really bonded with it in the short time they spent together & considers it a friend to this day, even if they’ve not met in some time.

latios. while he didn’t share the same closeness with latios, he was still devastated when, as far as anyone present was aware, it died saving alto mare, so you can imagine the shock when he saw tobias at the sinnoh league with a latios on his team. priorities shifted thinking too hard about it to the very bottom of the list & he only got to thinking about it one night about a month later, after which he contacted tobias as soon as he could to have an exchange that essentially went “was that latios with you” “yeah” “i thought it was dead” “long story, it’s better now” “cool” .

mew. satoshi thinks of it kind of like you’d think of an overly curious kitten that you occasionally see running around your neighborhood stealing trinkets & snacks & sniffing like, everything. he thinks it’s sweet & fun & has literally risked his life for it & wouldn’t hesitate to do it again, but he does feel like it’s maybe a little naive & doesn’t realize some things have serious consequences, which gives him slight worry that, if it weren’t as powerful as it is, it could end up in some serious trouble. because of this he has mixed feelings about gou wanting to catch mew, not only because he knows it & has gone through a lot with it, but also because he believes it to be susceptible to getting into the wrong hands ( he doesn’t believe gou’s hands are the wrong ones, necessarily, but he does keep a wary eye on the mew project ) . he does also have a sliver of a similar bond to houou with mew due to one of satoshi’s ancestors hundreds years past receiving blessings from it that manifested in wave guidance ; the blessing has been passed down the bloodline & from hanako’s side of the family to satoshi.

darkrai. satoshi thinks very highly of it in terms of strong pokemon, which he always vibes with, & is appreciative of its efforts in defending alamos town. he does believe it’s misunderstood, & he tries to negate any of the unwarranted mistrust directed at it when issues arise with it as a suspect.

agnome. the two share a connection through their wills as much as aura. though they separated after the galaxy gang was first supposedly disbanded, that connection has still remained in the background, not enough to tie them together as before, not unless the god itself reaches out to him, but enough that if satoshi thinks about it enough, he can still feel that connection.

dialga & palkia. satoshi wanting pokemon to stop having destructive fights that endanger civilians that didn’t ask to be a part of their crossfire aside … he wholeheartedly believes they deserve better & was very pissed on their behalves when the galaxy gang wanted to abuse their power, & he is thankful to them for their assistance when arceus came to michina, & even more so to dialga for sending him & the others back in time to help fix things.

giratina. he sympathizes with it &, despite how things started out with it, really does hope it can be at peace in its dimension. certainly, if he ever ends up there again, satoshi knows where to look for help.

shaymin. despite their highly rocky start, satoshi grew really attached to shaymin & it broke his heart to have to part with it so soon after he finally started liking it. he respects the rascal & hopes it’s doing okay with the other shaymin.

arceus. as with giratina, sympathizes with it, & hopes that the past can be forgiven for the sake of the future & that it doesn’t let human error ever create such a rift between it & humanity again. he hopes that arceus coming down to help him & his friends alongside champion shirona stop the remnants of the galaxy gang is a sign that it’s grown past some of what’s happened, &, if ever there were any debts between them in satoshi’s saving arceus’ life, then surely that evened out the score.

victini. satoshi became incredibly attached to it, especially with their resonating auras allowing satoshi to see into victini’s past & feel its emotions, & he was devastated & heartbroken when he thought he’d failed to save it despite promising to take victini to see the sea one day. he was overjoyed to see it alive & well &, even if their parting was bittersweet for satoshi, he hopes it’s doing okay & has a reminder stashed away somewhere to visit it if he ever passes through that part of unova again.

zekrom. he’s zekrom approved, sharing a similar connection as with agnome, only through conceptual Ideals. the connection never truly passed into a tangible area, but satoshi felt it nonetheless when he first arrived in unova, believing that, if they were to properly meet, he’d feel that connection again, much stronger.

keldeo. he shares a bond with it, growing attached & protective of it very early on, feeling a duty to help it face its fears in order to save the other sacred swordsmen, that protectiveness winning out against said duty when he saw just how terrified keldeo was. he feels nothing less than pride in its overcoming its fear & becoming proper sacred swordsman material.

meloetta. satoshi grew very attached in the time they spent together, admiring both its voice & its strength, feeling anger not unlike one he would with his own pokemon at it being captured to abuse its power.

hoopa. he cares for that rascal so, so much, & he wholeheartedly wants nothing but the best for it & hopes it never has to go through something like what had been happening for like a century ever again. sometimes he swears he hears a portal open just around the corner, a small impish giggle echoing in the empty space when satoshi goes to look.

volcanion. he still has some strong opinions about it, but it grew on him, & the knowledge that volcanion truly cares about the other pokemon & wants to protect those that can’t defend themselves just as much as he does made putting up with it much easier. he hopes that it continues to be able to protect the pokemon in that valley & to keep an eye out for magearna.

zygarde. while satoshi didn’t get quite as close to squishy as eureka, he still considers it to have been as much part of the squad as any of the other pokemon, holding it high regard as zygarde, & he hopes that gekkouga is keeping an eye on it.

kapu-kokeko. he has a bond with it, the combative god having taken interest in him & giving him a z-ring & a temporary electric z to go with it & luring him into the woods to battle, fueling a rivalry that would culminate in the exhibition match of the manalo conference. it kept a curious eye on him &, in a time of urgency for another universe, sent him over to assist, be it to test him or trusting already that satoshi would be able to handle it. the majority of satoshi’s time training in the alola region was building up to getting to battle kapu-kokeko on equal footing, something he believes to have succeeded at. satoshi still wants to battle it again some day.

kapu-tetefu, kapu-bulul, kapu-rehire. though he didn’t make as strong a connection with the other island guardians, he still feels thankful for all that they have done in helping him progress in both training & in times of need.

solgaleo. needless to say, satoshi very much thinks of it as one of his own, like the pokemon that he watched hatch & took care of as they treated him like a parent. even after evolving into a solgaleo, satoshi can’t help but think of it as that tiny hoshigumo-chan that was entrusted to him by the other solgaleo & the lunala so seemingly long ago. it will always be a part of his family.

#tee hee #▐█ ▌ ◇ — ( study. )#▐█ ▌ ◇ — ( pkmn is autistic culture. )#q.

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strywoven-moved · 2 years

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@theydefy asked : a kiss against shoulder blades as arms wrap around from behind // and another for periss and Dyn bc I’m obsessed

𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒅.

Rare was it that Dyn’lo asked much of anyone , or anything , but he asked QUITE A LOT of a simple glass of drink ( help me to forget , he whispers ‘tween the greediness of each swallow ; take away what i know of what will happen to my people— ) . For a while , his self-prescribed drought w o r k s ; the sweet-spiced liquor permeating his memories like a cleansing haze , letting him drift pleasantly ‘tween coherence and non for a time. The claws gripping the glass feel WARM & TINGLY , his nerves are soothed and s m o t h e r e d with an easing , bewitching balm ( momentary , he knows , none of this will last & he is not in the business of being a drunk , however good it feels ) . With his forging work long-done for the day , he allots himself this ONE INDULGENCE . After all , was it not f a i r he should be given a reward for holding the asks of the entirety of his tribe ‘pon his shoulders for several trine ( & therein several trine more ) ? This was good enough , this was proper enough when he hardly heard an ounce of gratitude for his tradework.

From somewhere far off , that VOICE returns – eyes pressed tighter closed , teeth baring in hopes to abolish its presence ‘fore it speaks : you will die on behalf of your people , and they will not thank you. The words , although t r u e , find him with a creeping sense of DREAD & DESPAIR ( the influence of them manifests a powerful thing , driving a wedge further ‘tween himself & his life ) . Head bows , hand receding from his now-empty glass to press to his face. Even the liquor cannot absolve him of this , can it ? A spectre which has been haunting / hunting him since the a c c i d e n t when he was younger. He only hopes ( in vain ) that he can outrun it and its prophecy.

Head lifts from his calloused palm , half-lidded eyes looking towards the entrance of the small kitchen to watch Periss come into the room. Despite himself , Dyn’lo s m i l e s . He can’t help it , Periss is the true face of the cure he seeks. “Periss,” He hums , “I wasn’t going to be much longer , I just wanted something to drink—” This Sandling has other plans , it seems , for he is already there , slipping his arms ‘round Dyn’lo’s form and holding tightly onto him. Claws roam along the length of one arm tangled about him , head shaking slightly. “You’re a needy thing , as always.” Dyn’lo grumbles , though his tone carries no admonishment only a lighthearted , chiding affection.

He has the idea to move , to turn and gather Periss in his arms and carry him to bed. The chance never comes. Instead , he is again stopped by his mate , feeling the familiar graze of his l i p s trailing over the juncture of shoulder blades ( careful , of course , to mind the rise of spines following the strong bend of backside ) ; the space ‘tween neatly folded obsidian-plumed wings. Fur bristles , feathers ruffle — though not because the sensation is at all unpleasant , the sound that rumbles out of the broad-barrel of furred chest is one of contentment , nearly a PURR / nearly a HUM . Periss’ mouth follows the too-sensitive trail of the tangled , gnarled scar that rips an UNSIGHTLY SCRAWL ‘cross his left shoulder ( nothing compares to the way this feels ; each lingering kiss placed to the wounds a reminder of unspoken but obvious love — an extension of the sandling’s readily given reverence ) . It seems that with every beat of his heart , Periss offers another kiss and Dyn’lo cannot keep pace ; does not k n o w what to do with himself. It is ... OVERWHELMING . It is , too , a very queer thing. The Dustling never thought of himself as a creature enslaved to his heart like his peers ( logic , he said many times , logic overall ) . But it is his heart - it is his EMOTIONS - now that rule him , that so obviously remind him of the depth of how he feels for Periss ; devotion , desire , and all the rest— How foolish he was to try and make sense of it.

In the moments after the gesture , he slowly exhales , turning some to look over at Periss smiling knowingly up at him. “... Do you realize,” Voice is low , shaken and trembling ‘pon the tones of unfamiliar tenderness ( his breath is sweetened by the liquor , his words made all the more saccharine ) , “How much I love you , Periss ?”

#❧ ━ ❝ OOC || maybe QUEUE really are just some forgotten story in the end || queue ❞ ━ ☙#❧ ━ ❝ ch. DYN’LO || answered ❞ ━ ☙#❧ ━ ❝ ch. DYN’LO || verse ii: TDC ❞ ━ ☙#theydefy #theydefy || periss #i reckon the way periss was able to do this was bc dyn was sat on his haunches #but!!#i needed this scene #did i mention i love them? bc i do #they're my faves

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iamburdened · 3 years

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Reader’s Masterlist #6

Not my stories. Just my favorites from other writers. All credits and support to the original artists.

IMPORTANT: like and REBLOG all the fanfics you read to support the writers, please.

If you liked the fanfic, tell the writer. They will be in cloud nine with your compliment! Show support!

* = NSFW

Link to all my masterlist (+Din, + Marcus, Ben Solo/Kylo Ren, Draco Malfoy, Loki, Shawn Mendes, Tom Holland, Peter Parker, Angus McGyver, Newt Scamander, George Weasley)

DIN DJARIN X READER (THE MANDALORIAN)

Your gentle touch @certifiedskywalker

Summary: Dyn is forgetting his old ways but, with clear eyes, he finds something he didn’t know that he was missing out on.

Hopes and dreams @certifiedskywalker

Summary: She’s literally a pure angel and they’re in love with each other. She holds the baby and he says mama and inside his helmet he’s thinking about marrying her.

Dating Din Djarin would include @certifiedskywalker

Summary: what the title says, baby

NSFW Alphabet * @no-droids

Summary: ya know

Touch it softly @dindjarindiaries

Summary: When you invite Din to play with your hair, you both get a little more than lost in the moment. (iamburdened's note: it's so cute you will die)

Everything I wanted @dindjarindiaries

Summary: You’re trapped inside a Din x Omera love triangle, struggling to get to your lover who’s entranced with your new host. (iamburdened's note: we all have read some angst shit with Omera, so I assure you this is worthy your time and the pain it will make you feel)

Masterlist @dindjarindiaries

Summary: this is paradise, bitches. Jump in head first!

The War @thisisthe-wayson

Summary: Din, baby Yoda and reader in a snow ball fight? Sign me the hell up!

The Ghost @evendeadlmthehero

Summary: you are a blind assassin who was sent to capture a 50 year old target. You then become the target’s number one guardian, protecting him from bounty hunters like The Mandalorian himself. (iamburdened's note: you HAVE to read this, I don't even care! This is the most badass reader I've ever read.)

And he is one with me @softpedropascal

Summary: soft shortie one about the face reveal we all love.

Hold me while you wait @ohwaitimthewriter

Summary: Din is in love, Din is the best, blind!reader, first kiss. Have I convinced you to read it yet?

Masterlist @ohwaitimthewriter

Summary: absolutely amazing!

The Artist @no-droids-allowed

Summary: Din is after a bounty, a force sensitive artist. When he finds her, surprise! All her painting are his face. Turns out they are soulmates!

Untitled omega!Din x alpha!reader * @mikeisthricedeceased

Summary: this is a part 2, BUT this is where the spicy stuff is so I am recommending it. Come on, it's omega Din Djarin. You want to see what happens.

Gone and fallen in love @propertyofdindjarin

Summary: Din being a cute dad, accidental confession.... if I tell you I think about this from time to time will I convince you to read it? So cute!

Cyar'ika and brown eyes * @thedevilwearsbeskar

Summary: din’s always had a nickname for you - and thanks to your new friend miggs mayfeld, the mandalorian now has one too.

Everything I need @thedevilwearsbeskar

Summary: din has to rethink his life plans how that you’re by side - not that he’s complaining.

Mine @thefanbasewhore

Summary: Din says goodbye to reader and Grogu but once they are reunited Din has mixed feels about the situation, jealous of Luke.

Mine part 2 * @thefanbasewhore

Summary: Din shows you who you belong to just to discover something life changing.

Masterlist @absurdthirst

Summary: I recommend everything here.

More Din Djarin recommendations here

Get used to this gif because it's one of the only 5 we have of Marcus and all fics use it!

MARCUS PIKE X READER (THE MENTALIST)

Just say yes * @heatherbel

Summary: LISTEN UP! This is a MUST READ! I am pretty confident that the internet was invented jut so ART like this could be shared to poor humanity. I wish I could read it for the first time every damn day! No, it's not a proposal fic, the title has other meaning (super cool also). How to summarize it? Marcus goes on a vacation on Italy months after the Lisbon disaster and he finds you. Go read it!

Say you want me * @heatherbel

Summary: it’s the second part of the piece of art above. Another masterpiece worthy of your time and obsession. I want to die after reading something so good. Sweet Lord! (Dear, author, you own my heart)

Dreams * @absurdthirst

Summary: this is the classic "I had a sex dream about you and now I am awkward" BUT the way it's done makes it perfect. God, I think about this one more often than I should.

Apples & lattes * @forever-rogue

Summary: 7k words of pure fluff with agent Pike. First meeting, first dates... oh, to live a cute life with Marcus....

Missing Piece @aerynwrites

Summary: baby talk with our favorite FBI agent.

A love in bloom @opheliaelysia

Summary: The flowers mean ‘good morning’, and so much more.

What's in a name? @ficsilike-reblogged

Summary: The five times Marcus Pike tries to learn your name and the one time he actually does. (iaburâened's note: so cute and amazing how they progressed and Marcus nickname for her???? Just kill me already!)

Apple Pie and Chai @artemiseamoon

Summary: it's smolders and it is precious. Marcus being insecure and getting validation is what we need in this fandom.

A good thing @mellowswriting

Summary: cute pregnancy reveal.

Masterlist @dindjarindiaries

Summary: I recommend absolutely everything here.

Little things Marcus loves @dindjarindiaries

Summary: things you do that Marcus loves. AKA Marcus getting the love he fucking deserves.

Gold @uselessbiwrites

Summary: Your favorite mornings were always the ones where Marcus woke up first. (iamburdened's note: artist!Marcus! I repeat! Artist!Marcus!)

Heaven @mellowswriting

Summary: dad!Marcus, happy!Marcus, getting what he deserves!Marcus.

We'll always have Paris @fromthedeskoftheraven

Summary: sap moments with the cliche romance thing king.

Like magic @mellowswriting

Summary: Marcus being showered in love (ha, did you get it?) just how he fucking deserves!

Ring * @say-al0e

Summary: Marcus Pike really enjoys being married. One of his favorite things? Seeing the ring on your finger. But what he doesn’t seem to realize is that you’re just as happy to see the ring on his finger. (AKA literally just smut that involves fingering and rings.) (iamburdened's note: this is the most canon kink for him, isn't it?)

Masterlist @absurdthirst

Summary: yes, again!

The portrait of love @writings-of-a-hufflepuff

Summary: When Marcus takes to you a work gala for the first time, he just expects a nice night chatting with colleagues and being proud to have his partner on his arm. He’s in truth a little bit worried that you’ll get bored hearing him talk about the latest art recoveries, truthfully, there’s nothing you enjoy more than listening to Marcus talk passionately about something.

As time goes by * @absurdthirst

Summary: After Teresa, Marcus is hesitant to jump back into the dating world, so you propose a friends with benefits situation that works, until it doesn’t. (my note: 7k of Marcus Pike. Paradise)

More Marcus Pike recommendations here

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meistoshi-m · 2 years

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satoshi’s Bonds, Connections, & Bro - dyns with the gods he’s met :

latias. he really bonded with it in the short time they spent together & considers it a friend to this day, even if they’ve not met in some time.

dialga & palkia. satoshi wanting pokemon to stop having destructive fights that endanger civilians that didn’t ask to be a part of their crossfire aside ... he wholeheartedly believes they deserve better & was very pissed on their behalves when the galaxy gang wanted to abuse their power, & he is thankful to them for their assistance when arceus came to michina, & even more so to dialga for sending him & the others back in time to help fix things.

#🥴🥴🥴#▐█ ▌ ◇ — ( study. )#▐█ ▌ ◇ — ( pkmn is autistic culture. )#long post //

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crazywritingbug · 3 years

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Savior: Chapter Two

Mandolorian x fem!reader

Warnings: Mention of abuse and slavery

A/N: So I got a much bigger response to chapter one than I thought I would and got overexcited, so....yeah. Here y’all go!

For the first time since she could remember, Y/N woke easily. Wrapped in a blanket, under the stars, with someone tugging at her hand. Wait, what?

Glancing down she found a tiny green creature had clasped its hands around hers. “Oh, hello…” She muttered and it cooed up at her with big eyes and bigger ears. What was this thing? It was cute.

“Hey kid, leave her alone.” The Mandolorian’s voice sounded out a moment between he appeared, scooping up what was apparently a child.

“He’s alright,” Shespoke softly, “He’s adorable.”

“There’s a shower down below.” Was his only answer as he slipped into the pilot seat, setting the child in his lap. Y/N stood slowly, her legs complained with the movement, and her arms protested as she folded the blanket. All the while she got the feeling the Mandolorian was watching her, even with his back to her. Why? It wasn’t likely he had eyes on the back of his head, the helmet would probably make that hard.

The feeling only faded when she climbed down and stepped into the restroom-if that was the right term for it- closing and locking the door behind her. The water wasn’t terribly warm, but it was better than a bucket and a cloth, leaving her feeling clean and fresh. The clothes she found left for her helped too, even if it was only a mechanics jumpsuit that hung on her body as if she was a scarecrow. Stepping out of the bathroom she tripped over something, falling with a crash. What had she fallen over? Had something fallen on the floor into her path? A tremor shook her as a cry sounded out and the Mandolorian appeared from nowhere, scooping up the sniffling child. Y/N couldn’t help but curl up on herself. What had she done? How could she have not seen him? What would the consequences be? A beating or death? She’d heard stories of the Mandolorians, of how they killed, how dangerous they could be if crossed. Would he hurt her or would he kill her? Was this were her insignificant life ended?

“I am so sorry…” Y/N couldn’t stop the tears. “I am sorry, I didn’t see him...it was an accident, I didn’t see him…” He stepped towards her and she flinched, arms flying up to protect her head. Was this it? Was she going to die? Then…the expected blows never came.

Braving a peek from beneath her arms, she found him offering her a hand. What was he doing? Was this some kind of trick? Maybe a joke? What was going on?

“It was an accident.” He said calmly, as she uncurled a little more, her heart still hammering. He believed her? He wasn’t angry? This was new… Her hand trembled as she placed it in his and climbed to her feet.

“I believe it may be best for you to stay on board the Razorcrest when we get to Rattaka,” The Mandolorian noted as he brushed by her on his way to the cockpit. “I’ll find you a place to stay.” That was it? No swearing? No beating? Nothing except saying that it was an accident? Of course the punishment could be delayed. Would it be starvation? Sleeping out in the cold or no sleep at all? Something else she hadn’t yet thought of?

Y/N didn’t notice her hands had wandered to the scar on the back of her elbow until they brushed against a tender bruise. Flinching, she tried to stop her thoughts, worrying wouldn’t do her any good, it would just draw out the consequences. Yet seated in the cockpit behind him, she couldn’t help but fret, the. same thoughts rolling through her mind over and over again.

“Oh,” she drew her knees up to her chest as the child wandered towards her, eyes wide. “Hello.”

He- or was it a she? Never mind that it reached up towards her as if it was trying to grab her, cooing and babbling. What did it want? She didn’t have anything to give it. Was it yelling at her for tripping over it?She shook her head. “I’m sorry little one, I don’t understand.”

She shook her head. “I’m sorry little one, I don’t understand.”

“He wants you to pick him up.” The Mandolorian didn’t even turn around. What? It wanted her to hold him? Even after tripping over him? Hadn’t she hurt him? What if she did it again by accident? Certainly the consequences would be worse.

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea,” Y/N shook her head, speaking to the child more than anything. The little green creature frowned at her before waddling away to climb up into the Mandolorian’s lap. Part of her almost sighed in relief. Now she couldn’t cause him to get hurt. All she had to do was stay in her seat and not touch anything.

That rule was broken a half second later as the whole ship shook and her hand flew out to steady herself on the wall. What was that? Had they hit something? A meteorite? Oh, stars above, what if it was another ship?

The Razorcrest swerved sharply as another ship dove by. What was going on? Was the other pilot drunk? Were they attacking? Did Gaffa want her back? A yelp escaped her lips as she scrambled to stay in her seat, the ship almost dropping out from underneath her. It wasn’t a yelp, but rather a gasp that followed the sound of firing weapons. Why were they being shot at? Why were they being attacked?

“Hold him.” The Mandolorian had spun his seat around, placed the Child in her lap, and spun back to the controls before she could even process what was happening. Why was he giving her the kid? Nevertheless, the command in his tone had her arm wrapping around the Child, pressing him close against her. Whatever was happening, she would not let him get hurt again. Not on her watch. The ship dropped again and so did her stomach. Could she do her watch with her eyes closed?

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Dyn didn’t need the computer to tell him the Razorcrest was in bad shape. He could feel it in the way the ship shook and shuddered. There was no way they were going to make it to Rattaka without a pit stop at the very least. He bit back a sigh when he glanced at the charts. Tatooine, it had to be Tatooine. Didn’t he spend enough time on that sandpit hunting down bounties? Now he needed to get repairs there too? Great, just great.

Turning to Y/N he opened his mouth to tell her Rattaka would have to wait, only to find the word fleeing before they could be spoken. Eyes squeezed shut, she’d curled up on herself and around the Child. Something about it tugged at his heart. But why? Why her? What was it that had him wanting to help so badly?

“You can open your eyes.” How was he supposed to say it in a way that wasn’t a command? She clearly needed a gentle hand. She would do well on Sargon, now that the raiders were dealt with. Her e/c eyes popped open, wide with fright.

“What was that?” She whispered it, her words shaking even with the softness of her tone.

“Bounty hunter.” Dyn stated and nodded towards the Child who looked up at Y/N with an almost...concerned? Confused? Maybe an amused expression. “You can set him down.”

Y/N moved carefully, uncurling herself, almost gracefully timid in her movements, and set the little one down on the floor. He went right back to begging to get in her lap. Why did he like her so much? He didn’t seem to react like this with any of the other women he’d encountered so far.

What was so special about her?

Save for laying a hand on the Child’s head, she made no move to pick him back up. She did not say anything either, not a question, not a comment, nothing. What was that about? He’d expected at least a half dozen questions, so why was she silent?

He couldn’t help but note how her hand traveled to her right elbow, rubbing a spot on the back. Was that a nervous habit of hers? Never mind, it was no concern of his. He just needed to find a spot for her to stay and that was it, he would never see her again.

“We need to stop on Tatooine.” He stated and she barely nodded, her eyes fixed beyond the cockpit windows to the space beyond. He turned back to the controls. Well, that fixed that.

Actually, no it didn’t. He looked back at her. She had barely moved.“That’s it? No questions?”

Y/N’a gaze darted to him before dropping to her hands. “Slaves shouldn’t ask questions.” She just barely spoke loud enough for him to hear. “It can get us in too much trouble, it’s not worth the risk.”

Slaves shouldn’t...just how long had she been a slave? How long had that idea been embedded in her thinking? How long had it taken her to learn that lesson? What had it taken?

“Ask me a question.” He tried to keep it a gentle prodding, but it escaped as a dare. Her eyes darted up to him and seemed to almost search his helmet for an expression or one through the visor. It was nothing new, so why did he feel like she could see right through the Bersker?

“Why is a bounty hunter chasing you?” She spoke gently, almost shyly.

“Because I am a bounty hunter. The kid was a target, but after I delivered him I stole him back. Now there’s a bounty for both of us.” He nodded towards the child who now sat between her bare feet. Shoes, she needed shoes. Did he have any on board the ship that would fit her? Where could he find a pair? And maybe some different clothing, the jumpsuit was the smallest he’d found on board but it still hung off her as it would off a skeleton. When was the last time she ate? She was so thin that it-wait, what was he doing? Why was he thinking like this? He wasn’t responsible for feeding or clothing her, he was just finding her a place to stay. The Child was his responsibility, but not her.

She nodded, but said nothing else.

“Is that all your questions?” He quizzed her and she shook her head. “Then ask another. You can’t keep acting like a slave when you aren’t one.”

“Why are you helping me when you already have enough to deal with?” She pulled her knees up towards her chest, almost as if she was scared of the answer. “You must have known that I have nothing to offer, that I am pathetic and well,” An almost bitter laugh sounded from her lips. “I’m desperate. So why not only help me, but pay for me when you could have-should have- walked away? Why bring me on board your ship? Why risk getting in trouble with Gaffa to help me? To save me?”

Why did Y/N have to voice the questions that had been bouncing around his head? Why did she have to ask the few questions he didn’t have an answer for? And why was he having her ask questions? Why did it matter to him that she quit acting like a slave?

What was wrong with him?

“There’s bigger fish in the sea than Gaffa.” Was the only answer he could give before he turned back to the controls. Maybe having her ask questions was a bad idea.

The rest of the flight was spent in silence.

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The Hidden (5)

Chapter 5: Not Alone

The Mandalorian x Reader

Author’s Note: Y’all this one is a DOOZY. I think is the longest thing I have ever posted on this blog. so yay me! Also, I should 100% be studying for my finals but this freaking man, and this story has been on my mind all day and I could not focus. So, let’s hope I don’t fail these finals and if I do then I can totally blame the Mandalorian right? Right? Anyway, let me know what y’all think, feedback is encouraged and highly appreciated! thank you all for all the support this far! <3

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: brief mentions of nudity, violence, and death.

Chapters: One, Two, Three, Four, Five (Here), Six, Seven, Eight

You woke with a start, the images that plagued your sleep dissipating as you awoke, leaving you with nothing but a thin sheet of sweat covering your body and an ache between your thighs.

You tried to steady your erratic breathing and calm your flushed face. The images from the dream still danced across your mind in flashes of tanned skin, warm hands and whispery breaths. You let out a shaky sigh as you swung your legs over the side of the hammock and sat up, hyper aware of the thin tank top sticking to your still damp skin.

“Sleep well?”

You startled at the modulated voice and whip your head to face the sound. You are met with none other than the very man that plagued your sleep as he fiddled with the armor on his arms, head tilted in a curious manner. You felt a blush creep up your neck and fill your cheeks. Had he heard you? You silently prayed to the maker that you weren’t obvious in your unconscious state.

You inhaled deeply, running a hand through your sweat damp hair, “I-uhm, yeah I slept good. You?”

There was a slight pause before he spoke, “Surprisingly yes,” you sighed in silent relief. He hadn’t heard you.

“Until your restlessness woke me up.” He stated, a teasing hint in his voice.

Well shit.

If your face wasn’t on fire before it certainly was now. You stood quickly and stumbled slightly as you grabbed your cloak from the floor along with a small towel. “I’m sorry- I uhm,” you stuttered as you walked towards the exit desperate to distance yourself from the awkward situation, “I’m going to go get some air really quick.” You mutter, pushing past the curtain and out the door.

Dyn watched you leave, a smirk sliding onto his face under the helmet at your embarrassed state. He had heard. Of course, he had, you were only five feet apart from one another and his bounty hunter days made him a light sleeper. And surprisingly, he wasn’t upset by what had happened, or embarrassed. As confusing as it was to him, he felt himself growing attached to you, and the fact that you had obviously dreamed about him (if your nickname for him being called several times didn’t give it away), had him yearning for more.

More what? He asked himself.

Besides the obvious physical aspect, he didn’t know yet. He had only known you for a week at most, and still he felt this indescribable pull towards you, a force, if you will. He felt the need to be near you, talk to you, protect you, even though he knew you didn’t need his protection, he was baffled by these new developments. He let out a low sigh and looked around the small hut, quickly spotting the child waddling from the back room gurgling lightly. As he moved towards the kid and picked him up, he felt the bandages around his torso shift slightly and hissed. He lifted up the bottom of his shirt and saw a small amount of blood peaking through the white gauze. He dropped his shirt and held the kid up in front of his face gently.

“I think some washing up is in order, what do you think?” he asked rhetorically.

The kid just giggled and reached out tiny hands to grasp for the Mandalorian.

“That’s what I thought you’d say.”

He tucked the child in the crook of his arm and left the building to inquire about a bathing area.

You lightly smacked yourself in the forehead as you approached a small river nearby the village.

“stupid, stupid, stupid,” you chastised, “He probably hates me and never wants to talk to me again,” you say to yourself as you drop your items on a nearby patch of grass.

You sit down and start to take off your shoes followed by the rest of your clothing and set them neatly in a pile a few feet from the bank. You grabbed the soap you managed to snatch before you sped out of your house and waded into the river, sighing as the cool water encased you. After the skirmish with the beasts and the consequent cleanup, you felt absolutely disgusting, so you felt a refresh was in order. You gently started to scrub the dirt and grime from your body as your mind wandered back to this morning and last nights events.

It was now clearly obvious the feelings you harbored for your armored guest, but you were still unsure of exactly why you felt these things. At first you wanted to brush them off as simple and natural feelings stemming from not being with anyone in that way for a long time. But you knew it was deeper than that. You dunked your head under the water to get your hair wet before emerging and scrubbing at your hair angrily with the soap. You were frustrated. Frustrated that you were feeling these things. Frustrated that you couldn’t control them. And frustrated at that stupid helmet and that stupid bounty hunter never seemed to leave your thoughts. Yet the connection you felt for him was stronger than any frustration you felt. You could feel a yearning tugging at your heart when you saw him interact with the child, a warmth when he spoke to you and an ineffable feeling to want to see him – to know him, the real him. Not the mask you are so used to. Who was he beneath the helmet?

You let out a sigh at the still unanswered question that tormented your mind. You dunked your head underwater to rinse out the suds, the sound of rushing water covering up the sound of an approaching intruder.

Dyn had not intended on following you or sneaking up on you for that matter. He just followed the directions that one of the villagers gave him to the local bathing spot and was not prepared to for what he saw. The neat pile of familiar clothing should have keyed him into the situation but, before he realized who’s clothing it was, he was already at the rivers clearing and frozen by the sight before him. You had risen from the water, thankfully (or not so thankfully), facing the other direction as you wrung out your soaked hair. Dyn couldn’t help himself as he studied your form, eyes trailing over every dip and curve, admiring in silence your beautiful yet powerful build. he could practically feel the suppleness of your skin under his fingertips despite never having touched you before. As his eyes continued to roam your body, he took note of the large jagged scar that traveled from your left hip up to your right shoulder blade and felt a small tug of rage at whomever had caused it. However, his thoughts were cut short as you turned around slowly, leaving nothing to his imagination anymore, to exit the river and your eyes landed on his figure at the edge of the clearing.

On instinct you dropped into the water, covering whatever dignity you had left, and gasped loudly.

“Mando! What the kriff are you doing?” you screech.

“I-uhm-“ he quickly whipped around to face the other direction and reluctantly removed his gaze from you, “I was just following directions from another villager, I didn’t know-“ he stopped to steady his breathing slightly, “I had no idea you were here.”

You could hear the earnestness in his voice, but still your face flushed for what felt like the millionth time this morning.

“Well stay turned around, I would like to keep some of my dignity and I really don’t need the kid seeing all I have to offer either.” You tease.

You climb out of the water and shove down the thought of ‘if he didn’t have the kid, I would have invited him in’ as you approach your clothing. You quickly and haphazardly dry off and throw your clothes on before brushing past the Mandalorian tossing the soap bar in his direction.

“You might need this,” he fumbles to catch the slippery bar with one hand but manages to do so and watches your figure retreat back to the village.

“Stop staring Mando!” you call out over your shoulder.

He quickly averts his eyes and turns to face the river and repeat the process you just finished. He sets the kid down on the ground and finds small round nut on the ground and hands it to the child before ushering him behind a near by tree. The kid is instantly entranced by the small object and begins playing with it as Mando walks down to the river and begins removing his armor. The vision of your unclothed form and question of the origin of the scar plaguing his mind.

When you return to the village all you want to do is crawl into a hole and die, mortified at the seemingly endless chain of humiliating events this morning. By the time you reach your home, change into clean clothes and tidy up, it’s around early afternoon.

“Hey (Y/N)!” your friend Ariah excitedly greets you as you exit the building.

“Hey! What’s got you so excited?” you ask amusedly, not used to seeing the woman so hyped up.

She grasps your shoulders and bounces on the balls of her feet, “We’re having a party! To celebrate our victory the other night. We haven’t had a party in ages.”

You raise your eyebrows at the news, “A party? I can’t even remember the last time we had one of those that wasn’t for the local solstice.”

Every year your village and the other tribes around the area held a large celebration to celebrate the summer solstice. It came with bonfires, eating, drinking, and a lot of dancing. Something that while rare, you looked forward too.

Ariah nods excitedly, “Right? It’s going to be so fun, and we can actually just relax now that we don’t have to worry about those beasts.” You see her glance over your shoulder, “All thanks to you and him.”

You follow her gaze to see Mando had returned and was watching from a distance as the children played with the child, rolling a small ball to and fro. He seemed to sense your gaze and looked over to you, well you assumed he was looking at you. You quickly looked away as he started to walk towards you, leaving the kid with the other children.

Ariah gives you a knowing look before squeezing your hands gently, “I’ll see you tonight (Y/N)! you too Mando!” she calls over her shoulder as she retreats.

“What was that?” you hear his modulated voice ask.

You shrug and turn to walk back into your house, the Mandalorian following you, “We’re having a celebration tonight,” you walk over and sit on your hammock, swinging slightly, “To celebrate the defeat of the Chroigs. And you.”

“Me?” you could hear the disbelief in his voice.

You smiled and chuckled, “Yes, you. Without you and your idea those animals would still be out there.”

“You all did most of the work,” he defended.

You rolled your eyes, “Just take the compliment Mando, and enjoy the party tonight.”

He didn’t respond to you and a comfortable silence filled the air as you rocked in your hammock and Mando gazed out the nearby window at the playing children.

“How did you get that scar?”

The question startled you, and for a moment you were confused. Until you saw him looking directly at you and realized that he was referring to the scar he no doubt saw this morning. You didn’t answer right away, not sure if you wanted to dredge up the past you so desperately tried to keep hidden. But you sighed and stood, moving to the very window he was looking out of, and watched the children play gently with the small green child.

“I was about their age,” you started gently, “My parents and I were out at the market on my home plant, shopping for my birthday actually,” You had barely started and yet you felt a lump forming in the back of your throat, “When out of nowhere the streets were flooded with storm troopers and empire soldiers.”

You heard the Mandalorian come to join you at the window, his cool beskar armor brushing your arm slightly, a small comfort to you in that moment. You continued.

“Blasters start firing and my parents are screaming, my mother picked me up and ran through the chaos to try and get me to safety. I saw my dad running after us but then the next thing I know a red bolt of light hit him in the back and he was gone,” I feel a tear slip from my eyes and wipe it away quickly, “I didn’t know it in that moment, but they were there for me. A man in all black with, what I now know to be a light saber, followed my mother and I. She turned to fight, to save me, but she couldn’t win, not against him. So, I ran. But I couldn’t outrun him either.” At this I pulled up my shirt slightly revealing my scar once more, “He slashed me across the back, and I fell, he must have assumed I was dead because next thing I know I’m waking up in the destroyed market. Alone.”

I finish my story and wipe at my eyes once more, trying to wipe the wet signs emotion from my face.

“Sorry it’s not some heroic battle story,” I let out a dry chuckle, trying to lighten the mood and also forget once more.

But Mando wasn’t done.

“Why did the empire want you? You were just a child.” His voice was full of malice, and what sounded like a sense of understanding.

“I can do things,” you say, still not sure if you want to reveal this secret, a secret only you have known for the majority of your life.

Mando turns to face you, “What kinds of things? What could possibly make the empire hunt you down?”

“I can use the force,” you finally spit out, the secret finally out in the open.

You’re ready for judgement, or fear, the same fear that was in your parent’s eyes when they saw you lift a ball without touching it. The fear of the unknown.

But you’re only met with a head tilt of confusion from the bounty hunter, clearly not understanding what you were on about. You can understand, you didn’t know what it was either until you came across story books in your travels, one’s of people known as the Jedi able to move things with their minds and even control others. Over the years you had learned to hone your abilities but every time you used them the memory of that horrible day filled your mind, and the fear of being found once more scared you into hiding. So, you stopped. You quit using your powers, kept them secret from anyone but yourself. So, to be telling this to the man in front of you, a bounty hunter no less, was terrifying. You explained, as simply as you could, what the force was to the Mandalorian and paused once you were done, looking up at him worriedly.

“You see why I don’t tell anyone? I sound crazy, and stupid, and- “you are cut short as he strides out of your home, cape fluttering behind him.

Your heart drops into your stomach, a sense of dread weighing heavy on your limbs. He was going to tell someone. He was going to tell the whole village and you were going to be forced to leave. Or he was going to leave and tell someone about your whereabouts. All of these thoughts were flying through your mind that you had spaced out and gasped when the Mandalorian burst into your home once more this time holding the child. He set the child down on the counter carefully before picking up a stray bowl and held it out to you.

“Can you do it to this? In front of the kid?” he asked hurriedly.

You looked at him quizzically, “Of course I can do it with a bowl. Mando what is this about?” His actions were very out of character.

“Will you do it? Please?” he almost begged.

You hesitated, not having used your powers in front if anyone since you were a child but reached your hand out slightly. You felt the force latch onto the bowl and Mando withdrew his hand leaving the bowl suspended in midair, the only thing keeping it in place was you. You watched as the child’s wide eyes looked from you to the bowl in front of him, seemingly mesmerized by the action. You looked over to Mando, about to speak up, confused about the point of this all when you felt it. A connection. You looked back to the child and saw his little hand extended towards the bowl, eyes squinted in concentration. Realization dawned on you; this little child was like you. You released the bowl from your force grip and brought your hands to your mouth, a shocked sound slipping past your lips as it stayed suspended. However, the bowl soon fell to the ground and shattered as the kid slumped back in exhaustion. With your hands still over your mouth, you look from the small child then over to Mando who was stood stock still.

You dropped your hands from your mouth and let out an excited gasp, “Oh my stars!” you turned to Mando, who still hadn’t moved and instinctively threw your arms around him, hugging him tightly.

“I thought I was alone!” you admitted, “This whole time. But he’s here! And –“ you realized you were still clinging to the bounty hunter and stepped away slightly, another realization dawning on you, “That’s why you’re here. Someone is after him.” You look back to the brown bundle who seemed to be sleeping peacefully on the countertop, exhausted.

All Mando could do was nod, he couldn’t make his mouth form words. All of this information was too much for him. The kid, you, the fact that you both could do these things, posessed these powers. Then his mind went back to your story and he felt his heart constrict. You didn’t deserve this.

“I’m sorry.” He eventually whispered.

You furrowed your brows in confusion, what was he sorry about?

“What you went through,” he clarified, “and asking. I had no right.”

You shook your head and stepped forward eyes not meeting his and placed a gentle hand on his arm, “I wouldn’t have told you if I didn’t want to. Plus- “you looked up to him, “It felt…nice to finally open up. Tell someone about everything,” you admitted.

“My parents were killed too,” be confessed, catching you by surprise, “I was a child, like you, when droids attacked my village. My parents hid me in a hatch in the ground, but they didn’t make it,” you can hear his voice shake slightly and your eyes soften, you squeeze his arm comfortingly and he continues, “The Mandalorians found me, raised me, and that’s how I ended up doing what I did, how I ended up here.”

You smile sadly and bring the tall man into a hug; he hesitates shortly before wrapping his arms around your waist tightly. You sigh contentedly as you rest your cheek against his chest plate, the cool metal a comfort to your warm skin.

You weren’t alone after all.

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b0n-chann · 4 years

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I’m so glad you guys love these one shots! I’ve always had a hard time writing multiple chapter fics because I either lose attention or get writers block, but being able to write little drabbles of my ideas has been great.

Andddddd well, I can’t really say I expected to be writing anything smut related at all but here we are. I swear when I started writing this one it wasn’t the direction I was planning on going towards at all 🙃

Cat and Mouse

Rating: M for dirty sexy Mando stuff and language (lol)

It all started when you first joined the Mandalorian; this game of cat and mouse. Initially it had been to keep both your skills up, taking turns hunting and being hunted, but lately it seemed like he was always the predator and you were his prey. You run through the forest but know that it wouldn’t be long before the bounty hunter finds you. You always wanted him to. And he always did.

He taught you well, teaching you how to lose your trackers and how to use your environment to your advantage. It’s helped you numerous times before, but never with him. It was like a game of chess, but he always seemed to be two moves ahead. As much as you hated to lose, his chase thrilled you—and you knew, the longer it took him to capture you, the more primal he became.

You find yourself at a clearing and curse; rule number one: never leave yourself out in the open. You crouch in the brush and make your way back to the forest line, but catch a glimpse of shiny metal reflecting in the light. Hoping that he didn’t see you, you make your way back around, trying to sneak past him. You find yourself on the side of the clearing opposite of him and look back, trying to see if he’s still there. You didn’t have much a choice though, if he was still there then he knew you were too. You take a deep breath, count to three and run.

You try your best to make unpredictable turns as your run, hoping that your quickness is enough of an advantage to at least get some distance between you and him. The foliage gets thicker as you run and you are thankful for it; the trees would make it more difficult for him to track you down. It feels like you’ve been running for hours and you finally stop to catch your breath. You find a large tree to hide behind and lean against it. Your heart is racing and is so defeaning that you almost miss the sound of metal boots crunching the leaves on the forest floor. You calm your breathing but you know that he knows that you’re close. You squat down and peer around the tree, trying to find your masked hunter. You see him but his back is turned towards you. He moves slowly, deliberately; he knows his prey is near. You move as quietly as you can to the tree across from you, hoping to put more space between you and the bounty hunter but as soon as you make a move to the next tree he is on you in an instant.

You curse and break into a full sprint, willing your legs to take you further even though they are burning in pain. The chase is coming to an end though, the Mandalorian is closing in on you. You feel yourself fall to the ground as he tackles you; however, he maneuvers you both to fall on your sides, protecting you from taking the brunt of his weight.

“I caught you,” he says, “again.” He rolls you over, pinning you to the ground. His hands grip your arms on either side or your face. You stare into his visor, wondering what expression he has on behind the helmet.

“You always catch me,” you reply. Your chest is still heaving; from the chase or from his proximity, you’re not sure. You want so badly to look into his eyes, to see him. The electricity between you two is palpable. He places a hand over your chest.

“Your heart is racing. I can feel it beating even through my gloves.”

“You kind of have that effect on me,” you say bluntly and you swear you can feel him smirk behind his helmet. His hand begins a lazy pace down your body, enjoying the smooth planes of your abdomen before resting his hand on your hip. His thumb finds a bare area of skin there and he spends a moment caressing you, and you wonder how such a small movement can drive you wild. Your free hand caresses the fabric covering his neck and gods, you wished you both weren’t out in the open.

“So what do you want this time for catching me?” You ask, an elegant eyebrow raised. You know what you wanted him to do, but hearing him say such dirty, delicious things always set your body on fire.

He rolls his hips into you and you know exactly what he wants. “You love it when I talk dirty to you, don’t you?” You respond with a noncommittal sound as you wrap your legs around his waist. He groans at your actions. “I want to take you right here, on the forest floor. I want to hear you scream my name out as I fuck you so hard and fast that you won’t be able to walk straight.”

His words shot straight to your core and you instantly feel moisture pool between your legs. The man before you has always been a generous lover but you loved it when he was like this—frantic and urgent, like he’ll die if he doesn’t have you. He roughly hikes your skirt up and he hisses when he feels how wet you are. “Gods you’re already ready for me, aren’t you?”

“Din, please,” you whimper as he pushes two fingers into you. He spreads his fingers and stretches you out slightly, preparing you for him .

“What I would give to be able to taste you right now,” he tells you, the need in his voice unable to be masked by the modulator. He pumps his fingers into you a few more times before he slips them out of you. You bite your lip, trying to keep the disappointment to yourself. “Fuck, you know what that does to me.” And you do, you know that habit drives him crazy with desire. He brings his fingers to your mouth. “Open.” You should be slightly shocked by his command, he’s never asked you to do this before, but you’re so high strung on lust and need that you open your mouth and suck his fingers dry. You moan loudly as you do this and the entire scenario is enough to send him over the edge.

“I need you now,” you hear him say before he buries his thick cock into you and starts a punishing rhythm. He’s on his knees, and thrusts roughly into you again and again as he grips onto your thighs. You have no doubt that they’ll be bruised later but you could care less. This position allows him to tilt your pelvis in a way that hits the sweet spot he discovered previously over and over again.

“Din, oh god, I can’t hold on much longer,” you cry out.

His rhythm becomes even faster at your words and you let out a loud moan when you feel his thumb press up against your clit. The combination of him rubbing the small bundle of nerves and him pumping his cock in and out of you is too much. “That’s it sweetheart, come for me,” he commands again. Your body complies as an orgasm washes over you. He continues his pace, not letting you down from your high, forcing you to come apart again.

You cry out in ecstasy, gripping on to him anywhere you can. You are barely coherent enough to realize that he’s slowed his pace to a lazy rhythm, letting you catch your breath. You feel him slip out of you as he rearranges tour clothes back. “Dyn,” you gasp out, “you haven’t...” he silences you with a finger to your lips.

“I want to take you home and watch you do this all over again. I want to be able to see you without anything obscuring my vision. I want to see your face as I come deep inside of you.” And just like that your body is on fire again, ready for him. He pulls you up and your knees buckle. He laughs as he leans down, putting an arm under your knees and throwing your arm around his shoulder. “I didn’t actually think you wouldn’t be able to walk back.”

You laugh and roll your eyes as you hit his shoulder lightly. “Yeah well, you did a really good job on the follow through.” He begins the trek back to the ship and you both speak in soft tones to each other about nothing in particular. Days like these were hard to come by but always gave you both hope that one day this could be forever.

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angorwhosebabyisthis · 4 months

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talking about sdmi meta out of context is wild because it's just 'sir blorbo bingus betrayed spoingo gungle and left them with internalized self-loathing and survivor's guilt, and then manipulated their old flame into being complicit in their murder to silence them. sir bingus did this in search of a cursed artifact to free the ancient evil god they serve and become its vessel, which their species is implied to have been created for. also this is scooby-doo and sir bingus is a talking parrot'

#sdmi #scooby doo: mystery incorporated #professor pericles #ricky owens #cassidy williams #they did this years before gravity falls #or anything else in the modern 'goofy kid's cartoon turns out to have an extremely dark and serious overarching plot'#'with similarly complex and serious characterization and interpersonal dynamics to match that tone' genre #i cannot overstate how much you have sdmi to thank for all of those that came after it #me hearing the line 'come now children of nibiru' as a teenager: well i'm going to be thinking about this for the rest of my life #dyn: when i die i want you to die too #dyn: she was right all along #dyn: so nice to meet you; angel #dyn: breaking a few worthless eggs #SDMItag #shitposting

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xmalereader · 4 years

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Knight Mandalorian X Prince Male Reader

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Summary: Reader is a prince and soon to be future king but his father thinks that he should be arranged into marriage and have a bodyguard as they head to the next kingdom to meet his future wife, but what if the read falls in love with someone else? Perhaps a Mandalorian knight?

Warnings: Language, knights, kissing, making out, mentions of arranged marriages.

Why was he here? He shouldn’t be here and he knows that, but he has a job to complete. A few days back the mandalorians had received a letter from the king of Snivo, asking for one of them to be sent to the kingdom and become the princes knight for a short period of time and that they would be paid well if they were to take the job. The king needed someone that knew how to fight back and weal a weapon, he just needed someone to protect the prince since he was being send off to another kingdom and forced into an arranged marriage and the king wants to make sure that his son arrives safety without problems.

So of course they had to Dyn Jarren, he declined the offer many times to his leader saying that he was already busy with just taking care of his own kid. Being a single father wasnt easy but the other mandalorians helped him out with the kid when he would be out on missions. Dyn tried to convince his leader to not make him go but nothing seemed to work. Now here he is, stuck in a kingdom with nothing but wealthy people that he sometimes loathed.

Dyn has never met the prince and really wishes that he doesn’t, he’s heard rumors that the prince was sometimes a spoiled brat and only cared about himself. If he was going out deal with someone like that for the next two weeks of traveling then he might as well and kill the prince himself and tell the king that they were raided by hunters and wasnt able to save the prince. But he already knows that he can’t do that, he has a code that he must go with so for now he must deal with the princes needs.

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The mandalorian stands up straight, his head held up high. He stands next to the king as the two wait for the princes arrival. Dyn had tried too and many times to picture how the prince looked like, hearing all the rumors about him only gave him a bad image of how he would look like. The mando was lost in his own thoughts that he didn’t hear the sound of doors slamming open, “What the hell is this?!”

He turns his head towards the doors to see a young man, he expected to see him wear a crown and maybe a long cloak that covered up half of his body and a bratty attitude. Instead he got anyone man with short like dark hair, a sword by his side, and a pretty adorable glare that was plastered all over his face. He was dressed in normal civilian clothing and wore nothing fancy. The prince currently didn’t give off any prince vibes, he looked like one of the servants that worked in the kingdom.

“Father I’ve already said, I don’t want any part of this marriage and I currently don’t need a bodyguard.” The prince hissed out and points his blade that he had in his hand at the king. The king doesn’t flinch and only narrowed his eyes at his own son, using a finger to gently move the blade away from his face. “I arranged this for you and you will marry the princess of Druklok-“

“For what exactly!? We don’t have a quarrel with them and we currently don’t have a war coming up. I am being forced to marry a women that I don’t even know and wish to never know!” He exclaims to his father/ Looking away in anger as he crossed his arms and turns around to leave the great hall. “If you don’t do This then I won’t allow you to interact with the servants again and ban you from the village.”

The mandalorian noticed the prince freeze in place once his father mentioned the servants and the village that wasnt too far from Snivo. “You wouldn’t.” The princes fingers fidget to reach down for his own weapon again but was able to hold himself back. “You must do this, its for your own good.” The king says again, earning a scoff from the prince. “You don’t know what’s good for me, all you’ve done was use me for bets and wars, using me like a pawn to get away from your problems and now you think that getting married to some women that I don’t even know is good for me? Yo don’t know me.” With that the prince turns to leave the hall, slamming the doors behind him.

The mandalorian expected the king to do something harsh to his own son for disrespecting him but all he got was silence. He glanced over to the king and noticed how he slowly sighs and sits back down on his throne. “Please keep a close eye on the boy and make sure that he leaves tommorrow morning for Druklok and that he arrives their as well, don’t let him escape because believe me he will try.” He informs. The mando nods in response, “yes your highness.” He gave one last nod before leaving the great hall to search for the prince. He would walk around the halls and stop a few servants along the way to ask if they knew where the prince could be. He was able to get a few responses and they all said the same thing, the stables.

Mando finds his way around the kingdom until he finally arrives to the stables. He makes his way through the entrance and looks around for the prince. The place had a few horses and smaller animals, moving quietly he hears murmuring as he moved deeper into the stables.

“—Can you believe that old man?! Forcing me into marriage when I could be out their doing something else that could be useful for our kingdom!” The prince was cleaning one of the horses bin, stabbing the pitchfork into some dry grass and tossing it over a fence as he continued to grumble in anger to a horse. “He’s getting old anyways, soon hell die and the kingdom will be mine and ill fix it up! Ill make sure that the servants are treated with respect and should be sene as higher rankings and not lower. I’ll send carts full of supplies and food for the villagers since they seem to need the extra food more than us.” He continued one, not noticing that the mandalorian was listening to everything he was saying.

Dyn was a bit surpised by the princes conversation, like he said he expected the prince to be a spoiled brat and showing off his riches but he was the opposite. He sought the good in people and he didn’t care about rankings. He treated everyone with respect, now he knows why his own father threaten to keep him away from the servants. He must be really close to them, maybe closer than to his own father.

“You know I can see you bucket head.”

Dyn is pulled out of his thoughts, moving out of his hiding spot he leans agaisnt the wall of the stables. “Sorry your highness, didn’t mean to ease drop.”

“Drop the highness, hate it when others need to sound so formal towards me.” The prince quickly says, eyeing the mandalorian before he gets back to work. “Can’t believe my father hired a mandalorian, heard about your culture and people.” He grunts out, tossing some more dry grass into the bin. Setting down the pitchfork he approached his horse that was standing outside its bin and eating some apples that the prince had provided for it.

Dyn blinked in surprise, watching the prince work around the stables. “Is their a name that you prefer to be called?” He blurts out. The prince eyes glance over to the mandalorian before answering. “Y/n, just call me Y/n nothing else.” He pats the Horses side as he looks at the mandalorian up and down. “What about you?” He asks in return.

“Just mando.” Dyn says.

Y/n hums, “So bucket head then?”

Dyn’s going to kill him.

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The two were able to get to know each other for the whole day before the next morning arrived, forcing y/n out of bed and into the outside world. Mounting his horse with a glare on his face, ignoring hsi fathers words as he simply wanted to get this over with. The mandalorian was used to waking up early since he had his own kid back at home who would wake him up with his crying needs. “Have everything?” The king asks his only son, who rolls his eyes. “Yes, father.” He turns to face the king, getting a look that the mandalorian knew too well. Y/n bites his lip in anger, “Yes, your highness.” He grumbled out through clenched teeth. Before his own father could continue on with talking the prince turns to see the gates opening, taking this as his chance to quickly escape.

Mando watched Y/n ride away without a second thought, the king did warn him about this and he did see it coming but he knows that he’ll catch up to the kid. The king sighs in defeat before waving a hand at the mandalorian, allowing him to go on after him. Dyn rides after Y/n, seeing the back of the princes black horse he catchs up in time to stop the prince. “you cant run away from this.” The mando says as he used his own horse to stop the other by standing in front of him.

Y/n pouts and looks away. “Worth a shot.”

Dyn can only shake his head before moving out of the way and allowing the prince to pass through. The first couple of hours were filled with silence, the only thing heard was the sound of hooves stomping against the muddy trails and the rustling of trees. “Do you ever take it off?” The mandalorian turns to his right to see the prince titling his head to the side as he asks his question. “He speaks.”

Y/n pouts again. “You didn’t answer my question; do you ever take off that helmet?” He asks again. The mandalorian looks ahead, “I do.” The princes brows rose in surpise, “Okay...what about in front of someone else?”

“I haven’t shown anyone my face since I was a kid, the only one who’s seen my face would probably be my own kid but he’s still young so he won’t remember my face once he gets older.” Dyn explains to the other, the two riding down the path that lead them to the other kingdom. Y/n’s atttention was focused on the mandalorian as he spoke, once he brought up his own kid he bites his lip. “Didn’t know that you had kids, let alone be married.”

“I’m not married and the kid isn’t my blood either I took him in.” The mando corrects the prince, noticing from the corner of his eye the princes mouth formed a small ‘o’ in surprise. “Wow, single father who’s suddenly being forced to take care of useless prince who is also being forced into a marriage that they don’t want. You’re just wasting your time.” Said y/n, letting a sigh escape his lips.

The mandalorian was a little curious as too why the prince didn’t want to get married, he knows that their wasn’t a specific reason from the king since he was just forced to do it but he wanted to know about the princes reasons. He adjusts himself on the horse and clears his throat. “Since I told you something about myself why don’t you answer my question,” Y/n perks up and smiles. “Shoot.” He simply responds.

“Why don’t you want to get married?”

Y/n groans. “You heard my father say why.”

“No,” he shake his head. “Why you don’t want too...”

The princes hands tighten around the reigns of the horse, looking anywhere else to avoid the mandalorian stare. His throat tightens as he thinks of his own reasons, he remembers his own mother telling him that he was allowed to love whoever he wanted before she passed away.

“Y/n promise me that you wont allow anyone or anything stop you from loving whoever you want.”

“I promise, mama...”

Y/n can still remember that night, the promise that he made for his own mother before she passed away. She wanted him to be happy and now that she’s gone his own father was taking that freedom away from him. He blinks away tears and sniffs, “I don’t want to get married because I still have a lot to learn...I want to be normal and not be forced to be someone I’m not...” his voice grows soft as he spoke. “Also she’s a women.” He added quietly, his face slowly turning a dark shade of red.

The mandalorian was confused for a few seconds before it finally made since, his eyes widening. “You mean—“

“Yes.”

The prince cuts in, biting his lip. “Thats why I dont want this marriage and you probably think I’m weird now.” He adds, nudging his horse to walk a little faster this time to avoid the mandalorian judgment.

Dyn does the same, riding next to Y/n’s side to answer him. “I’m not one to judge so I don’t think your strange, your normal like everyone else. My people, the mandalorians are all different as well.” He says trying to cheer up the prince, which did work a little since he noticed a small smile creep up on the princes face. Dyn couldn’t help but smile under his helmet.

—

The two were able to find a perfect spot to set up camp for the night, dyn was making sure that the horses were tied up well on the tree while Y/n was staring a fire and making them some food.

“A prince who can cook, that’s not something you see everyday.”

Y/n laughs at the mandalorians teasign tone, “I learned from a young age, actually learned from watching the cooks back at the kingdom.” He pours some soup into a bowl for the mando, handing him the bowl before he goes back to serving himself. Dyn hums. “You’re talented, learning from watching.”

“Yeah but that depends if you like the way I cook.” He shot back with a grin on his face, leaning back on a tree trunk. Eating his own soup. The mandalorian sets the bowl aside, not quiet hungry yet. “Tell me more about your kid.” Said Y/n, setting down his bowl onto the ground and crossed legs.

Dyn chuckled softly at the prince, he was thinking back to the first time that he found the kid. He had a bounty on his head and yet somehow he had the audacity to take the mission. Hunting down the poor kid who did nothing wrong to anyone. They only wanted him because he was special and once his eyes landed on the kid he just couldn’t turn him in.

“The kid is special too me, he keeps me sane and reminds me of who I am. He can be a bit of a trouble maker.” Dyn was suddenly telling the prince his life story. “Poor kid had a bounty on his head, took him in once I found him...couldn’t complete my mission. The others helped me raise him, it was difficult at first but once I got used to the kid things started to move a little easier.” Y/n smiles at the mandalorian, he’s heard stories of his people and how they were the toughest knights and that shouldn’t be messed with. And somehow here he is, listening to mando talk passionately about his own kid.

“He must be a really adorable kid, you make it sound like he’s the most precious thing in the world.” Y/n giggled out, finishing up his own food. He pulls his legs up, placing his hands on his knees. He stared into the fire as he began to explain his own story. “I wasnt always treated as a prince, my mother came from a middle class who married my father and soon had me. She didn’t treat me differently, she loved me like a normal son.” He chuckles. “We would both sneak around the kitchens, stealing bakes goods and run back to our room to eat them in secret...” he smiles at the memory of his own mother.

“What happened to her?”

Y/n’s smile fades away. “She got sick, the doctors couldn’t do anything to help. So I stayed next to her everyday and night. My father was never around he probably never loved my mom and only used her to get an heir for the throne.” His expression changed into hatred. “My mother passed away a couple of days later, I remember approaching my father to tell him the news about my mothers death...he didn’t mourn or phase he just remained the same old man that I remember until this day.” He was gripping his knees closer to himself.

The mandalorian didn’t know if he should feel bad for the other, he suffered just as much as anyone else. Watching his own mother die in front of him and having to deal with a father that didn’t care about his own wife and son. Dyn has heard of similar stories like this from the other mandalorians, before they became a mandalorian.

Dyn’s life was different before than it is now.

“Tommorrow we change route.” He suddenly says, catching the other by surpise.

“What do you mean change route? Do you know a faster way to Druklok?” The prince questions.

The mandalorian gets himself comfortable, leaning his head back. “I accepted this job for the money but I’m also the kind of person who likes to break the rules, so tomorrow morning we change routes that’ll take you far away from Druklok and Snivo.”

#the mandalorain #the mandalorian x male reader #dyn jarren x male reader #dyn jarren #star wars x male reader #star wars #pedro pascal x male reader #pedro pascal

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dollyprincessollie · 3 years

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Ello. Pleas do Shin for the character ask thingy. 👁️👁️

JK here is mister meanie beanie

ALSO SPOILERS AGSAIN LEL

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ Why I like them

his dyn *sniffle* his dynamic w *sobs* his dynamic with k *cries* his dynamic with kanna ;__; <333

also when he does the thing with the joe ai if you Choose to kill him ,,,, thats what made me change my mind abt him as a whole

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ Why I don’t

HES SO ANNOYING OH MY GOD

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ Favorite line

these are like,, several lines but i like how he straight up lies abt working out to mishima in ytts like... twink boy you aint slick

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ OTP

i dont ship it myself bc i self ship with naomichi bc im cringefail

BUT WHY DONT PEOPLE SHIP HIM W NAOMICHI MORE OFTEN CMON

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ Brotp

HIM WITH KANNA,,,, DUh,,,, its a Literal brotp he’s basically her older brother at this point

ALSO i think he wouldve had a great friendship with joe js....

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ Head Canon

OK WE’VE JOKED ABT THIS BEFORE but i think he Is a legit Hashtag Gamer Boy and is like legit good at video games... u may have called him a loser irl but in fortnite YOURE the loser!!!!!!!!!!!!!

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ Unpopular opinion

i stg everyone loves this guy and TBH i do too but hes a little bit overrated to me

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ A wish

i wish he would make up with sara and start a legit friendship with her :(

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ An oh-god-please-dont-ever-happen

assuming you play the route where he lives i REALLY THINK IT WOULD BE SAD IF HE DIED... ik he has a 0.00% survival chance but i want him to have a Defeating The Odds Moment pls god dont let meanie beanie die </3

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ 5 words to best describe them

annoying (sorry but thats part of his charm), CLEVER, snotty (sorry but again its part of his charm), smart, andddd SHORTTT -points and laughs- HE’S SHORRRTTTTT (i say as i’m shorter than him)

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ My nickname for them

ive called him meanie beanie like several times throughout this psot FHUIJDKOFIJKSO

#beefboyy #answered #yttd #yttd spoilers

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tvlovesfandom · 4 years

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Mandalorian Season 1 Finale predictions

Or: how all those ‘Filler Episodes’ are foreshadowing the end of Season 1.

(Take 2 because tumblr ate the original)

Contains so many spoilers for The Mandalorian, Episodes 1 thru 7.

Aight, so.

Episode 7 of The Mandalorian walks up to you with a baseball bat and beats you over the head. It opens with Mando receiving a ‘plea for help’ from Greef Karga that raises more red flags than a Soviet Convention. While our protagonist can clearly see every single one of these red flags, the idea of getting the heat off his tail is just too tempting. Who can blame him?

Mando, proving to be Genre savvy, heads out, looking for backup.Of course, it all goes to hell anyway.

In Episode 7, we bring back characters from previous episodes and we also bring back certain aspects of Mando himself.

Hoo boy this is a long one. I’ll give you my best guesses for what goes down in Episode 8.

Episodes 1-3: The main plot line of course.

1-Greef Karga is a man of honor, same as Mando. His personal sense of honor is different than that of a Mandalorian of course, and it’s built around the Bounty hunter’s guild. But the honor is there, and it comes out in Episode 7.

(I find it really funny that Greef hasn’t repaired the hole in his jacket, FYI. Looks like he still has the beskar plates in there too.)

2-Kuiil and IG-11.

3-Episode 3 showed us that Mando can go on a rampage of destruction when he feels the need. It was not a heavily planned out rampage, clearly the plan was made up as he went along, but he is clearly a good improviser.

4-We were introduced to the Mandalorian clan on Navarro, even if it is pretty clearly stated that they’ve moved after Ep 3. Or were planning to before the Imperials rolled in.

5- Mando does have a short temper when he’s been having a rough go for a bit, look at him using his flamethrower to ‘negotiate’ with the Jawas.

6-He hates droids, but he is willing to work with one and can form something of a bond… not enough to let the droid kill a child though.

Episode 4: Hey look! It’s Cara Dune!

1-Episode 4 introduced us to Cara, and the fact that she and Mando can go toe to toe. The brief scene of her and Mando talking after their initial fight tells us a lot about her: She’s a shock trooper for the new republic, she was part of strike forces meant to take down Imperial warlords. She deserted when the republic set her to acting like a riot cop.

We see Cara as a no-nonsense fighter who knows the risks, and attempts to find the best solution. Look at her trying to get the villagers to move away after she learns about the AT-ST. But when spurred, she helps the fight and defend their home. She shows off her mettle, coming up with a plan on the fly and putting herself in danger to lure the AT-ST in.

When she comes back in Episode 7, we see her having fun with combat when it isn’t life or death. We also see that her and Mando can relax around each other and josh, as their arm-wrestling bout shows.

2-Episode 4′s ending was to emphasise to us that Mando can’t just leave the kid behind, that the baby is unsafe unless with a highly trained killer prepared to go to lengths to protect him.

3-In character building moments, we see Mando break his usual stoic nature to actually explain to first Omera, and then Cara, aspects of his culture. He turns out to be reasonably talkative when you’re not a bounty target or someone he distrusts! When Omera asked how long since he’d taken his helmet off in front of others, just the age he was would’ve been enough, but he adds more information about joining the Mandalorian clan unasked. Also, at the beginning of the episode, he makes a point to talk to the baby when it’s clearly demanding attention.

Episode 5: You know, initially I was going to say “uuuuhh… IDK”

1-MANDO CAN’T FIND WORK. He’s cut himself off from the only source of income that he’s familiar with. He has to take what’s offered, even if he knows it’s a bad idea.

2-Mando doesn’t have any way of keeping the baby safe when he’s working other than to lock him on the ship and hope for the best. He got really lucky with Pellli.

3-This episode reinforces again that the baby will be constantly hunted right from the opening scene.

4- We’re not done with Fennec Shand, I suspect. Or the person who found her body. Was it Moff Gideon? Maybe, though why would he have gone to find her himself?

5-This episode shows us what we might’ve forgotten from the opening of Episode 1: That Mando is actually a really competent Bounty Hunter overall. He has lots of tricks up his sleeve. Those flares were a chekov’s gun used within the same episode. Wonder if we’ll see them again.

Episode 6: Which buttons to press to piss off Mando.

1-Mando is really good at keeping his cool around people who are absolute motherfuckers to him.

2-Harass him, insult him, he doesn’t give a damn unless you actually try and start shit. He will end that. Don’t touch his things, don’t touch his kid.

3-Again this episode brings up that Mando is having to do work that he really doesn’t want to because he has few other options.

4-We see just how violent Mando gets on droids when he has the chance, but we also see how coldly calculating he is about them. To rope a droid, take it’s arm and use it to escape a cell like that? Damn impressive.

5-I can’t believe he didn’t kill those three who were on the prison ship with him. They’re out there, still alive. Just waiting to be brought back into the show.

6-We see that Mando knows how to turn the odds to his favor very quickly. We also see that he can go full on horror movie monster when he wants. He’s proving to be one hell of a Determinator.

7-Baby’s learning from the best! The fact that the little goblin can play hide and seek like that could easily come up! Honestly, that kid seems to understand more than you’d think.

SO! This brings us to episode SEVEN: What have we seen within the episode that calls back to the rest of the season? What predictions can we make based off what has happened, and the general style of the show?

Well, A couple very important things we’ve seen, some of which reinforces things brought up in previous episodes:

1-This episode makes it very clear that Mando KNOWS Greef’s offer is a trap, but he also knows that he’s running out of options. All those moments of him and baby being hunted down, all that effort to find work? That’s flashing through his brain as he considers this red-flag laden offer.

2-Baby can float? Wall-climb? He was hanging upside down from the ceiling SOMEHOW. Let’s add this on to his hiding abilities.

3-Baby can force choke a bitch.

4-Baby can heal a fatal injury.

5-Greef Karga, like Mando, cannot bring himself to betray a being that has saved his life. Lovely cinematic parallel there.

5-IG-11 is on Mando’s ship. According the Kuiil, the droid won’t attack people anymore, but it will defend. This droid has all the tools to lay some serious hate if sufficiently motivated though.

6-We see Mando relaxing and playing with Cara during the arm wrestling. He’s playfully competitive with her and joshes with her. Again, a good character moment.

7-Another character moment we see: Mando’s panic when he doesn’t know if the kid and Kuiil are safe. The stoic, self-contained man who doesn’t panic no matter how bad the odds is reduced to screaming into his comm, desperate for answers.

8-Kuiil introduces himself by name, and Mando uses it. It’s a small moment, but I suspect it’s light foreshadowing.

9- it is not for nothing that this episode opens straight up with a flashback to Episode 6. “You were hired to do a job. So do it. Isn’t that your code? Arn’t you a man of honor?”

ALRIGHT SO. SEASON FINALE PREDICTIONS. After I watch the finale I am going to see if any of these were right and I will be delighted if even a single one is accurate.

1-First and foremost, I think we WILL see the plot wrap up. Maybe not entirely, but by the end of Episode 8, we should see Mando and Baby reunited, and have a more-or-less happy ending to season 1. It’s fucking Disney, after all.

2- The fact that it was VERY SPECIFICALLY SHOWN that baby can heal fatal injuries in episode seven? Chekov’s gun, thank you, Kuiil is NOT DEAD. Yes, that scene narratively fits in because it’s what was needed for Greef to join the protagonist’s team, but I will feel cheated if we don’t see baby do more Force healing. If Kuiil is actually dead, someone else will be getting healed.

3-Mando’s helmet and how important it is that it isn’t removed comes up CONSTANTLY in season 1. I rather hope we don’t see it come off in the season finale, it is possible, but I do hope that they wait until at least season 2 before going there. There’s something else I’d like officialy revealed first.

4-And that thing I think should be revealed is Mando’s name. It’s something that he has yet to give out, accepting his culture as a title. Same as how Kuill corrected him in episode 7 when Mando called him Uganaught, it would be wonderful if some friend of our hero called him Mando again, and he simply said to them “I have a name. It is Dyn.”

Not only would that be a moment of reinforcement of how relaxed and friendly he can be around his allies, but I feel like it’s be satisfying from a narrative perspective.

5-In the trailers for the Mandalorian, there are only a few scenes or dialogue now that we have yet to see in the show:

-A-Mando comin out of a door and shooting a stormtrooper with Greef right behind him.

-B- Kuiil patting Mando’s shoulder while they’re in the cockpit of the Razorcrest (MORE PROOF THAT I AM RIGHT THAT HE’LL COME BACK. HELL YEA-Gonna be heartbroken if that was a deleted scene from ep 7) ((EDIT: Nope, that’s a scene from Ep 2. Damnit.))

-C- “Mandalorian… Look outside… they are waiting for you.” Aight so, Werner Herzog’s character seems to be dead… but he might not be! Maybe we’ll get some exposition from a dieing Imperial with nothing left to lose. Of course, it could be from a scene that they had planned out before deciding to kill off his character.

-D- Cara Dune being a badass and shooting with her big gun.- I mean yeah, to be expected.

-E- Mando clinging to a flying TIE fighter with his rappeling line and pulling himself up on to it. We see Moff Gideon look up to see a likely very pissed off Mando on the roof.

-F- Stormtroopers moving in on the Mandalorian Armourer.

(I actually gasped out “OH NO” at seeing this in the trailer. I honestly would’ve thought the Mandalorians would’ve relocated ASAP. ))

-G- This guy:

SO!

6-We’re definitely going to see the Mandalorian enclave again. My thoughts were that it was empty, but still hard to find, and Mando and friends were going to head there to have a few minutes to plan. They still might do that, but it’s not going to be an empty hallway like I would’ve thought.

7-I really hope that that brief cut of Stormtroopers moving in on the Mandalorian Armourer is not indicative of the clan being wiped out. Everyone go in being braced for it. I am going to be optimistic and say that Episode 3′s ending of the clan coming to our Protag’s rescue and being an absolute unstoppable force means that they’re going to help clear out the imperials, though there will be losses. Season 2′s overreaching plot will be helping the Enclave find a new place to settle down.

8-This does hint that Baby will meet the Clan. Will they continue to support Dyn, or will he be blamed from bringing this hellfire down on them?

9-IG-11 is going to come rain down HELL on those who took down Kuiil. He will likely pick up both Kuiil and the communicator and be an important link to Mando and crew remotely. Will he pilot the ship to pick up Mando and gang? Very likely yes.

10-Baby is gonna Force Choke a bitch. Hopefully Moff Gideon. I don’t expect baby’s efforts to be fatal, however.

11-Paz Vizla is going to be back in style. Is it too much to hope that, at some point, likely not Ep 8, him and Cara get into a “whose gun is bigger” match?

12- Baby’s going to be more than his imperial handlers know how to deal with.

That’s it for now. I’m sure at some point I’ll edit or reblog this with “AND ANOTHER THING.”

#mine #the mandalorian spoilers #the mandalorian #I spent TWO DAYS on this post and Tumblr didn't put it in the tag for some reason #TUMBLR PLEASE PUT THIS IN THE MANDALORIAN TAG I BEG YOU

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iximaz · 4 years

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Running thoughts on The Mandalorian Episode 8

This episode summed up in one word: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA???!!!

I’m only gonna say it once: MASSIVE spoilers beyond the break!

THEY PUT BABY YODA IN THE BAG ASDFGHJKL; YOU MONSTERS aw cute point of view shot from inside the bag but also HOW DARE YOU

DID YOU JUST SERIOUSLY HIT MY BABY

did you seriously do it TWICE

Okay these two troopers have big Taika energy and as much as I already hate them I’m laughing my ass off

These two trying some target practice to pass the time can’t shoot for shit and I’m living for it

That other trooper be like

Okay it’s not just me who heard that trooper say “Oh my god”, right??

You go Baby Yoda, you bite that mean trooper WHO JUST FUCKING PUNCHED YOU WHAT IS WRONG WITH THEM I HOPE THEY DIE

oh my god IG you better show them what’s what

Breaking that fucker’s arm after he hit Baby Yoda yesssssss

IG is an icon and i love him

“The Mandalorians have a covert down in the sewers” oh that’s neat so that’s where it was

“If we can get down there, they can help us escape” uhhh Dyn how long has it been since they said they’d have to relocate buddy

Oh the troopers are getting out a big gun thing this is fine they’ll just miss with it anyway

...What the hell kind of sewer has access inside a bar lounge?

can we just get more footage of cara with her big gun being sexy and stuff please

SHE’S FROM ALDERAAN HOLY SHIT WHAT

HE KNOWS THEIR NAMES OH SHIT

!!!!! SPELLING CONFIRMED IT’S DIN DJARIN MY MAN I NEED TO GO EDIT MY FANFIC NOW BUT AAAAAAAA

“Night of a Thousand Tears” is this just me or does this just sorta feel like Kristallnacht like seriously yikes and also oof

Ughhhhh I hate Moff Gideon so good job writers on that I absolutely loathe your villain well done

“Mandalorian isn’t a race.” “It’s a Creed.” FUCKIN YES THANK YOU THIS IS SOMETHING FANS WON’T SHUT UP ABOUT

baby din is so precious and i wanna feed him cookies and tell him it’s gonna be okay send help please

ARE THOSE DEATH WATCH MANDOS OH MY GODDDDDDD

Baby Din being carried away via jetpack my heart

Oh man so the Purge would have happened semi-recently which means Din’s clan are a more orthodox version of the Way that’s neat aw shit Imma have to tweak my fic again aren’t I

Baby Yoda and IG-11 on the bike together are just stunning

“I am fulfilling my base function. ... To nurse and protect.” YOU GO NURSE DROID IG

Greef downing shots thinking he’s gonna die is honestly such a mood

hnggg yess more of Cara being sexy AF

MOFF JUST BLEW UP MY HUSBAND HOW DARE YOU

Cara yes RESCUE HIM PLEASE

“If you go near this child, I will have no choice but to kill you.” ME TOO

Oh shit oh shit that’s chunky blood

Not good not good not good

Din baby please you can’t die this is your show

oh god is he gonna need to take the helmet off

oh no he’d rather die than take it off

he wants cara to protect his baby send help

“the foundling” BABY YODA IS CONFIRMED HIS SON NOW AAA

BABY YODA REDIRECTING THE FIREBALL YOU’RE DOING AMAZING SWEETIE

Din asking IG to kill him nooo ;-;

The episode’s only half over and I still haven’t seen some of the trailer shots how’re they getting out of this

oh m

my god

“No living thing has s-seen me without m-my helmet since I s-swore the C-Creed—” Din stoppit stop stuttering and dying you’re breaking my heart

Oh no is this gonna make him stop hating droids so much is this a loophole is this not can he not be Mandalorian is he g

oh my g

Din baby look at what they’ve done to you

(internally: oh my god he’s hot this is not fair imma die send help my ovaries am become explode)

HE’S SO EXPRESSIVE WITHOUT THE HELMET

his reaction to IG’s attempt to make a joke like my god aaaaaaa

I’m just gonna go cry seeing all the helmets and armor piled up here if we’re gonna continue the Jews parallel this is like all the shoes you see at Holocaust museums and I bet this was 100% intentional

Din just slowly falling to his knees seeing it :(

Oh thank fuck the Armorer is actually alive and the preview scene wasn’t from a flashback!

She knows about the Jedi~~~

Din: “So you mean this thing is my baby now?” Armorer: “Bitch haven’t you been watching the entire show”

For real this brings my heart so much fucking joy I can’t even

“You are a clan of two.” ASDFGHJKL; AAAA

HE GOT THE MUDHORN AS HIS SIGNET AFTER ALL

“Have you trained in the Rising Phoenix?” JETPACK?

“When I was a boy, yes.”

JETPACK!!!!!!

BABY DIN LEARNING HOW TO USE A JETPACK ART NOW PLEASE AAA

Also okay so like he says nobody’s said his name since he was a kid but apparently the entire clan knows it? What? Did I miss something? Guys?

Maybe he’s never heard the name from people outside the clan? Fuck it, that’s what Imma go with

Oh my god the Armorer beating the absolute hell out of those Stormtroopers I am so gay for her right now aaaaa

Cara watching Greef and Din trying to move the boat and then she just shoots the dock it’s on XD

aww the little R2 unit’s got little arms WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT THING IT’S GOT LEGS TOO??

Din: “I don’t suppose anybody here speaks droid?” IG-11: “bish u wot m8″

God the convection from this lava river’s gotta be brutal

omg fire ferrets good bois good bbs

...Literally everything about IG’s death and Din starting to overcome his hatred of droids just in time to watch his savior self-destruct to save them all hurts so hard, jesus christ

oh shit it’s the Moff in a TIE

“Come on, baby! Do the magic hand thing!” Greef you absolute icon i love u

Baby Yoda just fuckin waving back at him and cooing im ded

oh shit it’s motherfuckin JETPACK TIME

wait how’s he wearing it over the cape won’t the cape burn up

Nvm he’s got the cape slung over one shoulder now

HE FLYIN HE FLYIN HE FLYIN

aAaAaAaAaAaAaA THAT CAN’T BE GOOD FOR HIS ARMS

hahaha Moff get fuckin REKT (no way he’s dead though people climb out of worse crashes than that all the time)

Okay Din using the jetpack is way sexier than it should be can he just take me now please i thirst

Cara becoming Greef’s enforcer is just perfect and I hope we see more of these two in the next season also sweet Din is gonna find his life a lot easier now that he’s not running from the Guild

BABY YODA WANTS TO BE PICKED UP BY HIS DADDY MY HEART AAAA IT’S JUST LIKE WHEN DIN WAS SAVED AS A KID

He made Kuiil a grave im not crying ur crying

is he gonna name the baby Kuill

Baby Yoda has the pendant he gave Cara!!

HE GETS TO KEEP THE PENDANT DIN HAS ACCEPTED HE’S GOT A SON AAA

And now we pan back to the wreck where Moff is climbing out of it

or not

fuckin Jawas, man

Now Moff?

wait

MY GOD

IT’S

IT’S THE DARKSABER!!!!!!!!

#mandalorian #the mandalorian #din djarin #dyn jarren #mandalorian spoilers #baby yoda #star wars

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starwars2490 · 4 years

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random ep 8 thoughts

i love/hate these troopers, they’re fuckin idiots and mean but funny

IG’s on the warpath baby! You’re all dead now fuckers

fuck you moff gideon you creep how do you know their names !?!/

why is he giving them an option to surrender? is he just a dramatic bitch hoping they’ll pull some shit so he can have fun??? why? does he just like the idea of prolonging their misery?

Seriously hearing Dyn’s name from an Imp is traumatizing I feel sick

this flashback is too much, too sad god my poor boy

is..is that Death Watch??

yes dyn’s on the warpath too!! my idiot son picking up a freaking CANNON he’s so dramatic

god dont kill cara please no

baby yoda saves the day again so cool

You shot at dyn AND blew him up!!! How dare you!?!?

No! No dyn you’re not gonna die don’t say that

i can’t believe I had to watch my son almost die. leave my boy alone he just wants to save his little green boy!!!

the bonding moment with IG!

oh god it’s too sad the first time someone sees his face is when he thinks he’s gonna die. I think he just kinda gives up a little and also he probably cause he’s like “oh right droids aren’t people i guess it’s ok” (but they’re sentient Dyn they're alive you speciest(?) jerk

god he looks so sad and hurt and a little bewildered at being without his helmet

the totally done look he gives when IG makes the joke like “ i can't believe i was wasting my dramatic flair on this stupid droid joking about brain damage”

nononononon his clan is gone

the armorer lives! i love her- this is your son now get out so i can go my job and also murder stormtroopers in the most badass way. goddess

i’m kinda afraid of the boat droid he’s too...long

Carga that's not how the force works even Cara knows that

stop trying to kill yourself IG! dammit Kuill’s already gone and Dyn almost died i can't do this

“I’m NOT sad” yes you are you, dumb boy, he’s your friend

IG is a hero i’m sad he’s dead

why is Gideon shooting them? does he not want the baby? wtf

Dyn’s badass jetpack yes!!

Gideon’s so not dead his tie didn’t blow up

no don’t seperate! cara please stay! give dyn friends faverau!!

aw, baby yoda wants his dad. and the way dyn stares down at him until Carga gets his attention and then he’s immediately like yeah nah man i’m a dad now bye!

the parallels between Dyn and his boy im gonna cry

oh baby yoda has the Mandalorian signet how sweet

fuck you Gideon that’s not yours!!! give it back you fucker. oh my god Dyn has got to kill this guy

#The Mandalorian #meta #Dyn Jarren #Dyn Jarren & Baby Yoda #Greef Carga #Cara Dune #my post

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naerryn · 4 years

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Imagine Dyn Jarren...

During the long-term stay with the “Pirate Queen”, Maz Kanata, an unlikely couple enters the castle one day and conjure up old memories.

Female Reader! Loosely Part Two of Coldest Shoulder (same reader inserted character).

A comforting feeling of numbness washed over my mind when the blurred outlines of a small silhouette stepped into my view. I opened my mouth in an attempt to speak, begging them to help me, but my voice died in my throat as my world went black.

My eyes fluttered open and I tried to block the bright light from my view with one of my arms, but groaned between gritted teeth caused by the sharp pain I instantly felt on the right side of my body.

“You were alive, but barely breathing when I found you.”, a female voice spoke close to me, and I turned my face around to meet slim figure of a creature I’ve never seen before. The orange skinned woman was short and her brown eyes behind thick glasses looked back at me with a mixture of curiosity and caution. But most importantly, she had a tight grip around the handle of my lightsaber.

“You’re a Sith.”, she said with a soft nod towards the item in her small hands. I remained silent, my heavy chest raised and felt slowly while my view stayed on her brown eyes.

The intense stare of her eyes surrounded her with a superior aura, like she stood above all doubt and already knew all the answers to every question she was about to ask me. An aura that reminded me of the Emperor in a rather unpleasant way.

“What’s a Sith doing all by herself? Badly injured on top of it.”

“I was seeking knowledge.”, I replied hoarsely, slowly lifting my upper body from the hard surface I was laid down on and balanced my weight on my elbows. I hissed in pain, but it was nothing I wasn’t used to.

Now I was able to notice the chair on which the woman stood on, her forehead knitted in wonder as she watched me in silence. The look in her eyes gently begged me to explain myself.

“Peace is a lie, there is only passion. Through passion, I gain strength. Through strength, I gain power. Through power, I gain victory. Through victory, my chains are broken. The Force shall free me.”, I recited the Code of the Sith, earning a dramatic roll of the eyes of the woman next to me, who softly sighed in respond.

“The Emperor has beaten it into my head.”, I said as I tapped against my head with a finger. “I want to be free.”

“Just like the rest of the Galaxy.”, the short woman respond with a shrug before she lifted her thick glasses, revealing her formally huge brown eyes to be nothing more than a pair of tiny dark orbs. It was almost comical.

“You were close to him?”

“I’m... I was a Child of the Emperor. His Voice. Both are nothing more than a title.”

“And the catacombs?”, she asked me a moment later, one of her hands against her chin as she tilted her head to lightly the side.

I told her about my desire for freedom, no matter how much the Emperor tortured me. That there was something I couldn’t place my finger on, like a voice in the back of my mind telling me that all of this is wrong. I mentioned Mara Jade, another Child of the Emperor, who’s under the strong influence of our Master. And then there was Grand Admiral Thrawn, and how I spend the last couple years working with him.

“He was the one telling me about the catacombs. We wanted to investigate them together, but”, I stopped mid-sentence, looking away from the orange skinned woman as I painfully remembered the events that lead to our separation.

“I... I visited a couple places he had mentioned before, but most of them turned out to be dead ends. But the catacombs were different. I encountered something, a force ghost. She shared her knowledge, and I freed her from this existence. I got overpowered and”

“I found you.”, she finished my sentence calmly and I softly nodded in respond.

“That’s a fine story, my dear, but I fear that there’s no happy end. The Emperor will hunt and kill you for high treason, and the Rebels will murder you in cold blood because of who you are.”, her words echoed through the air and made me cringe, knowing that her words were nothing but true. I was an outlaw and had a target on my back.

“Except...”

“Except?”, I quickly turned my head around and watched her thin lips twisted into a mischievous smile with a finger pressed against them.

“Except you work for me. I could make good use of someone with your skills and no one fucks with Maz Kanata.”

“Who’s Maz Kanata?”

“Me, idiot.”

Several years had passed since Maz Kanata took me under her wings. I accompanied the force-sensitive pirate on her travels around the galaxy. The Emperor was dead, killed by his own twisted creation, Darth Vader, and a new galactic Senate was founded.

For what felt like the first time in my life, I was in full control of my own path. No strings attached on me. Maz paid me for my service, told me I could take a ship and start my own journey whenever I want to, but I told her that I am right where I need to be.

Stretching her limbs, Maz Kanata stood on the dirty ground a couple steps ahead of me as I walked down the loading ramp of the Stranger’s Fortune. Emmie, an ancient protocol droid, arrived at Maz’s personal landing field at the Takodana Castle just when I stepped next to her mistress.

“I will leave you to your business.”, I told Maz when I walked past her, throwing my back bag over one shoulder before I nodded to Emmie a quick welcome. All I wanted was a hot shower and clean clothes, I thought to myself as I heard the droid greeting the Pirate Queen.

The long main hall of the Castle somewhat felt like home, crowded by travelers and smugglers, among others. Their host loved to remember me of the first time I set foot on her homeworld. I almost passed out from the overwhelming impact of the Force on this planet, but over time, I learned to ignore the echoes of the past.

A catchy tune was played by the musicians as I waved casually at more familiar faces. Their words drowned under the loud music, but the amused smiles on their faces told me it was nothing too heart-warming they called out to me.

Turning around as I continued walking in the direction of the staircase which lead to my chambers, I flipped a smuggler the finger as I caught a few scraps of his words. Something involving my ass and his lap. I saw his mouth moving, the space between us growing as I walked backwards through the crowd.

I came to an abrupt halt, my back colliding gently with something solid and when I turn around to look at what I thought to be a wall, I stared at the menacing T-shaped visor of a helmet.

‘Out of every fucking person I could run into, it had to be a Mandalorian.’, I cursed myself silently and swiftly turned around on the spot. The visitors of Takodana Castle had to follow the rules, which required no violence of any sort.

Yes, I am trained in the Force, to say the least, but getting on the bad side of a Beskar armored Mandalorian was never written down on my to do list before I die.

“I am so sorry.”, I raised hands up to my shoulders, but I looked away from the T-shaped visor of the tall warrior and down to the ground when a sound, which didn’t match the sonority of the current song, reached my ears.

A hard punch in the stomach felt like a peaceful walk at the riverside of the Nymeve Lake compared to the cold wave of memories that washed over me once my eyes landed on the tiny, green creature that stood right next to the feet of the Mandalorian.

Coruscant. The Temple. Master Yoda. The Jedi Code. Master Windu, who locked me away in his chambers to keep me, his Apprentice, save as he and three other Masters left to confront the Supreme Chancellor Sheev Palpatine. The door being destroyed. Anakin Skywalker. No, Darth Vader. Lighting. My screams filling the air.

I felt cold and my body started shaking strongly before I threw up, a pool of vomit spread out onto the floor and the feet of the Mandalorian while the tiny creature jumped clumsily to save itself.

A deep, unsatisfied groan reached my ears as the music stopped playing. The main hall of the Castle was covered in silence and I felt countless pairs of eyes staring holes into the back of my head. Some were probably already placing bets on how painful and slow my death will me.

Maz’s voice rang through the air, but it was nothing more then muffled sounds as I pushed past the broad built person in front of me and ran to the staircase.

‘It looks like Master Yoda.’

With tear-dimmed eyes, I began to hurry up the stairs.

‘I was a Jedi youngling. No, a Padawan. I was picked by Master Windu not that long before Darth Sidious caused the near end to the Jedi Order.’

I rushed down the long hallway, almost knocking the door out of the frame once I reached my chambers.

‘The Emperor locked all my memories away. Replaced them with pictures that fitted his liking. Formed me into his puppet on a string no matter how hard I fought against it.’

Throwing myself onto my bed, I buried my face in my pillow and uncontrollable sobs escaped my throat. Peace is a lie, there is only passion. No. There is no emotion, there is peace.

My screams were muffled by my pillow. Fingernails digging themselves into the palm of my hands as I clenched them into fists. I wanted to take my lightsaber out and tear everything into pieces that comes into my way.

“[Y/N]?”

I pushed myself up from the mattress and twisted around to face Maz, who stood in the open door frame. Close behind her stood the Mandalorian, who held the green creature in one of his arms.

“I think I’ll throw up again.”, I exhaled under gritted teeth, holding a hand against my stomach and tried to fight against the urge to puke onto the floor again.

Maz felt my inner struggle, I knew that. She always did. Over the last couple years, there were countless moments when small pieces of suppressed memories came back onto the surface. Every time, Maz was there to catch me.

“Talk to us.”, she spoke again, taking a step closer to me as she entered the room slowly. My eyes traveled from her small figure to the shiny Beskar armor, probably hundreds of years old, reforged into it’s current shape. The Mandalorian had a firm hold on the handle of his blaster.

Within a split second, I stood on my feet, my lightsaber activated in one hand as the vibrating humming of the red blade filled the air. The warrior pointed the barrel of his blaster at me almost instantly.

Maz Kanata raised her voice once again, calling out my name and I turned my head to her.

“Talk to me!”, she demanded firmly.

“It looks like Yoda.”, I pointed at the green creature as I talked and Maz silently stared back at me with wide eyes. She was old enough and too independent from the imperial influence to remember the stories about the Jedi Order and Master Yoda. I didn’t had to explain anything to her.

But the baffled grunt at me, probably from the Mandalorian who’s still pointing his blaster at me, told a different story.

“You knew him.”, her words were a statement, not a question before she nodded her head softly, lost in thoughts for a moment. Locking eyes with me again, she pointed at the lightsaber in my hands with the unspoken request to deactivate it again.

I looked over to the Mandalorian, who hasn’t moved an inch during the entire time and down from his helmet to the fragile looking creature in his arm. Deactivating my lightsaber, I watched the man slowly lowering his own weapon.

“You can stay here as long as you wish, bounty hunter. No payment required.”, Maz said in a serious tone of voice as she turned around to meet the Mandalorian, who grunted in approval and his helmet moved just slightly, telling me that he was directly looking at me before he stepped out of the door frame and onto the hallway.

Once they were out of my sight, I took a deep breath and sat down on the edge of the bed, the handle of my lightsaber falling on the ground with a clanking noise.

Soft-footed, Maz closed the distance between us and placed herself right next to me, leaning her small frame against the side of my body as we sat there in silence.

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#the mandalorian #dyn jarren #baby yoda #maz kanata #the mandalorian imagine #dyn jarren imagine #baby yoda imagine #maz kanata imagine #imagine #star wars #star wars imagine #reader insert #jedi #sith

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aworldofyou · 4 years

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[ cersei lannister ] there are no bargains between lions and men. I will kill you and eat you raw. [ cersei lannister / ic interactions ] I AM THE QUEEN! HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND? [ cersei lannister / inquires / ic interactions ] perhaps I am dangerous too. [ cersei lannister / inquires / out of character ] she is my everything and the reason i'm still here. [ cersei lannister / visage ] however a torch might burn; it could never match the rising sun. [ cersei lannister / musing ] show them what lannisters are. what we do to our enemies. [ cersei lannister / ch. study ] her fire is quenched. she who used to burn so bright. [ cersei lannister / meta ] the gods have no mercy that's why they're gods.

[ cersei lannister / dyn: jaime ] marry me. stand up before the realm and say it's me you want. [ cersei lannister / dyn: joffrey ] you never love anything in the world the way you love your first child. [ cersei lannister / dyn: myrcella ] she had all of her mother's beauty. and some of my nature. [ cersei lannister / dyn: tommen ] I would do anything for you. anything to keep you from harm. I would burn cities to the ground. [ cersei lannister / dyn: tywin ] the lord of casterly rock deserved rainbows. he had been a great man; I shall be greater though. [ cersei laninister/ dyn: joanna ] the gods did not listen. [ cersei lannister / dyn: sansa ] tears aren't a woman's only weapon. the best ones between your legs. [ cersei lannister / dyn: arya ] a different sort of needle [ cersei lannister / dyn: jon ] runt of the litter; that one's yours snow. [ cersei lannister / dyn: ned ] was this meant to be your shield? a piece of paper? [ cersei lannister / dyn: catelyn ] the crack was still there; even cersei could weep for her children. [ cersei lannister / dyn: robert ] hated him? i worshipped him. every girl in the seven kingdoms dreamed of him but he was mine by oath. [ cersei lannister / dyn: margaery ] you ever call me sister again I will have you strangled in your sleep.

[ cersei lannister / v: canon 001 ] when you play the game of thrones; you win or you die. [ cersei lannister / v: canon 002 ] power is power [ cersei lannister / v: canon 003 ] I do things because they feel good. [ cersei lannister / v: modern 001 ] the queen of the corporate world.

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