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imabeautifulbutterfly · 3 months

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Once Upon a Time on the Razor Crest

Summary: First steps to friendship

A/N: Hello lovelies,

I hope everyone had a good week. I just want to put this out there as someone who works in the medical field, please be kind to doctors, nurses, technicians, receptions, and cleaning crews.

Just be kind in general. I had a rough week with a very rude patient. It might not seem like much but after a while it takes a toll. So to everyone and anyone who needs to hear this, thank you for all the hard work you do.

Love oo

Due to the past history of the OC there will be discussions alluding to past domestic abuse, please note that as it could be a trigger for some.

Warnings: discussions of lunch, trying to avoid isolation, mentions of past trauma (blink and you'll miss it), discussions of being dirty (physically), possible mud (use your imagination). If I miss any warnings, please let me know.

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THE CRESTWORLD

CHAPTER NINE

As we watched Taika and Misty munching away, it made me remember we needed to eat too, “Din, what do you want for lunch? There’s some leftovers from last night’s dinner or I could make us a sandwich and salad …”

“You know…” he cut her off, realizing he needed to make more of an effort with her.

Sure she was his employee, but he was also the only person she knew out here. Cobb and Fennec were always busy in town and the surrounding areas, and Fennec had even less time than Cobb, being Boba’s right hand. Then there was Grogu, and as fun and enjoyable he was for a little kid, it wasn’t the same as having someone around her own age to hang out with.

He nodded to himself, resolving he needed to do better, “You did a really good job today, Ann. Looking after Bessie, milking her, noticing there was something off about her. You could’ve easily brushed it off, or not even bothered to tell me about it. But you did, and because you did, I can tell you there will be a new addition to the ranch. Nerfs have a faster gestation than most quadrupeds. We should have a new addition in a month or two depending on if it’s a bull or calf. Not to mention you fed the nunas and collected the eggs, even though I know it freaks you out a little. I even noticed that you stamped the eggs with the date, and put them away. Cleaned out the pens as best you could … before I got here.” He smirked.

I tilted my head to look at him, resting my head on my arms that were propped on the railing of the corral. I didn’t say much, simply looking at him as I narrowed my eyes at Din, “I can’t tell if you’re making fun of me, or if you’re being genuine”

He chuckled, as he glanced over to her, shaking his head. “Genuine, I’m being genuine,” he turned back to look at Taika and Misty, “plus, I owe you for this morning.”

I smirked, focusing back on the horses, “So … does this mean, I’ll get a pay bump?”

“Ha! No.” He stood stretching, “However, I do believe, your good work today, and for my …”

“Assery?”

“That’s not even a word.”

“Words aren’t words, until you start using them more often”

Din shook his head laughing, “Anyway, I do believe this entitles you to lunch on me. How about we go into town for lunch? I know a good restaurant.”

“Oh, um … yeah, I guess…”

He hadn’t expected that reaction, “Do you not want to?” Din glanced over to her.

A thousand scenarios ran through my mind, my biggest concern was bringing danger to this small town, but … Fennec went through a lot to cover my tracks so I could make it here. I couldn’t keep hiding on the ranch like I was. I needed to stop letting my ex dictate terms. I needed to start living again.

I closed my eyes, and reminded myself, I wasn’t that same weak girl, he initially married.

“No. No.” I focused on the landscape before, taking in the beautiful mountains, the crisp air. I was far away from him. “I’m up for going into town. After all, I need to see more of this area, get to know the town and people. As beautiful as this ranch is, I can’t exactly be holed up here forever.”

“No. You can’t” he smiled.

I smirked, as my eyes glanced down, looking over my dirty outfit, “Maybe I should change? Take a shower at least?” My hand subconsciously went to my forehead and hair, wiping away some of the sweat and dirt.

Din shrugged, “You can if you want to but there’s no need, we’re going to a diner, not some fancy five-star high-end Coruscant restaurant. Plus this is a farming town, we’re all used to being a little dirty.”

“Hmmm … Well, I guess, if you’re going like that” I motioned to his shirt, “then I guess I can go like this” I motioned to my less than stellar outfit.

“What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?” He looked down, sure there was dirt, hay, dust, some grass strains, and something … he hoped but wasn’t entirely sure was mud. The more he thought about it, the more he changed his opinion, “You know, now that you mention it, maybe a change of shirt wouldn’t be the worst thing.”

I chuckled, nodding in agreement, as he tried to flick a nondescript dark matter off his shirt towards me. I squealed, flinching away from him, increasing the distance between us. “Hey …” I held up my finger as I moved further away, “I’ll have you know, I have enough of my own questionable dark matter on me, I don’t need to take on yours, too.” I shouted over to him, when I was far enough away and headed back into the house.

Din watched as she headed back to the house, slipping off her boots before she went in.

He stood in the open glancing over to the pens, the horses grazing, and Bessie chewing away as she stood there looking at him, and he couldn’t remember a time he felt this content from cleaning the pens and grooming Taika and Misty. He shook his head, pushing his thoughts aside as he headed into the house to change.

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thefact0rygirl · 2 years

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monthly recs ;; june 2022

This month's list is made up exclusively of works recommanded by others in the Star Wars community! A sincere thank you to every creator on here, and not on this list, for continuing to make content 🤍 You are more appreciated than you know, and deserve so much recognition for all that you do!

The best way to show your support is with reblogs and comments! I guarantee you will make the creator’s day.

These are in no particular order

Be sure to check the tags and warnings on fics before reading

Minors, do not interact with fics rated Explicit 18+

Items marked with a ✨ were sent in as recommendations. All recs are anonymous

Ratings with an asterisk (*) indicate OP did not provide a rating and this is my best guess

I am in no way affiliated or connected to the shops mentioned in this post

Shops marked with a 💥 are shops I have purchased from and can vouch for their quality

Creators, please dm me if you would like to be removed from this list

✨ Commander Cody by @livingthehighloaf

✨ Commander Cody by @thepatchycat

✨ A whole trooper rainbow by @cobaltbeam

✨ Overalls by @pinkiemme

✨ Bacta Info Sheet by @writingbylee

✨ Dark Side Divas

✨ YourWeirdAuntShop

the 501st

✨ Just because I said ‘wouldn’t it be funny’ doesn’t mean you need to go out and do it. by @wild-karrde | Rating: G*

anakin skywalker

✨ Where Catalysts Stand Down by sphinxscribe | Rating: T

arc trooper fives

✨ Drift by @twistedstitcher27 | Rating: Explicit 18+

✨ I Need to Feel by @gotomarvelgal | Rating: Explicit 18+

✨ Reflection by @damerondala | Rating: Explicit 18+

✨ Under the Sheets by @kaminocasey | Rating: Explicit 18+

the bad batch

✨ The Gym Membership by @imabeautifulbutterfly | Rating: T

baze malbus

✨ With Grace by @uwingdispatch | Rating: M

boba fett

✨ Tender Affection by @bobafetts-princess | Rating: Explicit 18+

bodhi rook

✨ How Generous the Stars by @uwingdispatch | Rating: M

✨ Warmhearted by @uwingdispatch | Rating: M

cad bane

✨ The Hat Collection by @itsagrimm | Rating: Explicit 18+

captain rex

✨ A Glimpse of Us by @kaminocasey | Rating: Explicit 18+

✨ Call Me Home by @twistedstitcher27 | Rating: Explicit 18+

✨ Call of the Sea by LadySongmaster | Rating: T

✨ Forever and for always by @tempest-sun | Rating: Explicit 18+

✨ If It Wasn't For The Nights by myonly_hope | Rating: M

cassian andor

✨ Our Peace by @uwingdispatch | Rating: M

clone commando gregor

✨ Three wishes by @rain-on-kamino | Rating: Explicit 18+

commander bacara

✨ Abrasion by @notquitecandid | Rating: Explicit 18+

commander cody

✨ academic rivals by @obixwan | Rating: G*

✨ ―and your people shall never be destroyed." by whymylife | Rating: G

✨ Bury Me Here by @morganas-pendragons | Rating: T*

✨ have mercy on my rough and rowdy days by @obixwan | Rating: G*

✨ Headcanons by @masterjedilenawrites | Rating: G*

✨ If It Wasn't For The Nights by myonly_hope | Rating: M

✨ Just This Once by @samspenandsword | Rating: Explicit 18+

commander fox

✨ Caf Delivery Service by @palpipeen | Rating: Explicit 18+

✨ Commander Fox is Completely Fine by Maddy_B / @spacerocksarethebestrocks | Rating: Explicit 18+

commander wolffe

✨ The Hunt. by @moonstrider9904 | Rating: Explicit 18+

✨ If It Wasn't For The Nights by myonly_hope | Rating: M

✨ Pieces by @teletraan-meets-jarvis | Rating: M

✨ Take Care by @twistedstitcher27 | Rating: Explicit 18+

✨ Welcome Company. by @uponrightful | Rating: Explicit 18+

crosshair

✨ Family Epilogue by @theangstyboiblog | Rating: Explicit 18+

✨ Fantasy Interrogation by @samspenandsword | Rating: Explicit 18+

✨ Last Time by @marshmellow-cannibal | Rating: M

din djarin

✨ “Breathe through your nose.” by @lowlights | Rating: Explicit 18+

dogma

✨ One More Hour by @kaminocasey | Rating: Explicit 18+

echo

✨ Make you feel my love by @rain-on-kamino | Rating: Explicit 18+

✨ Same Heart by @dumfanting | Rating: Explicit 18+

fennec shand

✨ Respite by @ficsnooneaskedfor | Rating: Explicit 18+

garsa fwip

✨ Respite by @ficsnooneaskedfor | Rating: Explicit 18+

hardcase

✨ “I licked it so it’s mine now!” by @wild-karrde | Rating: G*

hunter

✨ Toxic by @moonstrider9904 | Rating: Explicit 18+

kix

✨ Babysitting by @showerthoughtsonly | Rating: G*

obi wan kenobi

✨ One More Last Time by @pickleprickle | Rating: Explicit 18+

✨ Taking Flight by @pickleprickle | Rating: Explicit 18+

✨ The Three Times You Meet Obi-Wan Kenobi, and the Last by @samspenandsword | Rating: Explicit 18+

original characters

✨ 𑁍⋆ Eya - Ep. III ⋆𑁍 by @galacticgraffitiaffiti | Rating: Explicit 18+

paz vizsla

✨ In Shades of Moonlight by @princessxkenobi | Rating: T*

plo koon

✨ Plo Koon (insecure reader) by @firstofficerwiggles | Rating: T

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dad-galaxy · 2 years

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Last month a friend gifted me their old Wacom ( my first ) these are doodles I did to re-learn how to draw with that

#bobadin #boba fett #din djarin #fennec shand #fennec x OC #Elia OC #grogu #the mandalorian #the book of boba fett #my art #hatta art

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wild-karrde · 10 months

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Hello beloved Karrde!! 💚

I've been trying to play catch up with everybody's stuff and your weekly FF round ups are always a great way to do that! I've got a couple fic recs for you this week:

@rexxdjarin's Out of Our Element. HOLY SH*T Y'ALL there are no words, truly. Sweet, insanely hot, and Julie knocks it out of the park with another amazing OC and her characterization of Wolffe 🩶

Speaking of our beloved grumpy Commander, @wolffegirlsunite's delicious Wolffe fic Have Your Cake is sure to satisfy your sweet tooth (and a lil something else too 😈) 🍰😋

@thirsty-boba-fett-posts strikes again with another scrumptious fic where our reader gets to experience the best of both worlds with Fennec and Boba 🥵

Continuing the Boba goodness is @kimiheartblade's True Rumors series about her bounty hunter OC Seba Kylac and Boba. There's a lot of love for our favorite daimyo in there and amazing OCs to fall in love with 🥰

Last (but hopefully not least) I want to self-rec my Ex Libris one-shot Idyll! Treat yo self to some sugar baby goodness with Professor Boba y'all, you deserve it 😈

Once again, thank you for all your amazing work with FF Karrde!! 💚

HOLY HECK, ZWEI! THIS IS A GREAT LIST! I've read some of these, and they are SPICY, and I cannot WAIT to dig into the other ones! (Especially Idyll because I LOOOOOOOVED Ex Libris). Thanks so much for sending all of these in as recs!

Participate in Fandom Friday to show your favorite creators from this week some love! :)

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mythical-illustrator · 8 months

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hi!!! I’m sliding in with some ships for your OCs that I’d love to know your thoughts on 🥰

Helena x Fennec Shand

Grace x Jesse 👀

excited for your HCs 💙💙

A lot of these are how they get into a relationship rather than an established relationship because that's where my brain went.

Helena (human, spider-sona)and Fennec(human) Shand. This screams some enemies to lovers trope with potential doomed endings.

Very black cat + spider man energy .

Helena - spider woman of coruscant

fennec - bounty's hunter.

They definitely met when Helena saved one of Fennec's bounties and was running away.

Fennec, an excellent sniper wondering why she can't hit this damn woman in a stupid white gaudy suit

Helena keeps webbing her to walls.

Making quips and Fennec's very beautiful facial expressions.

Now its personal for Fennec.

Starts stalking spider-woman because she keeps getting in her way. Several more public chases have ended with spider- woman getting involved

No one escapes this woman

She will have to change her approach to more subtle works. Which starts making her an even better marksmen.

Helena looks up this known bounty hunter - despite several people's concerns over having met said bounty hunter.

Stars keeping a special eye out for her

One day Fennec shows up at Helena aunts gun range. Que Gay panic but also secret identify panic identify

Helena thinks Fennec's must know, and starts hanging around the sniper.

Helena - oh no she's hot!

Tries to flirt her way out of trouble when she gets caught 😵‍💫

Fennec thinks this pretty woman is just flirting. And she looks like a strong and capable fighter so she starts flirting back.

Flirting turns into talks, turns into showing off her gun skills.

The next thing Helena knows is she has a date. And then another and then another.

Helena - am I dating my enemy!

Before she realizes it she actually likes this quiet woman with her sass and strong silence and she doesn't know that she's spider-woman.

Fennec likes her cocky and quip filled new love interest and is setting out to seduce the fuck out of her.

Fennic screams the touching flirt- very physical. Dragging a hand up her arm, chucking the chin. Sharing air space. (Driving Helena to distraction). She's definitely brushed a few hot zones that are driving super senses wild.

fennec knows she's keeping secrets but who isn't so it doesn't bother the bounty hunter.

Now Fennec's isn't always on Coursant but when she is- she visits her new lovely almost girlfriend (she'll woo her don't you fret love. A few more make out sessions in the gun booth Should do the trick.)

Helena is so close to giving in. She loves Fennec's touches. They've definitely almost fucked in that booth. Some very very heavy petting.

Her other visits are ducking around spider-woman.

Eventually someone will take a hit out on spider-woman - and they will hire fennec Shand.

How it ends can either be really happy, or really sad.

My happy ass wants some angst that they get into a fight across the city and then dramatically Helena s mask either gets ripped off or Fennec actually lands a hit and Helena calls her a nick name or something that only her almost girlfriend would know.

Gods I'm gay 😵‍💫

Anyway!

Grace (half twi'lek former night sister turned Jedi healer)and Jesse (clone trooper of the 501st). (I'm not as familiar with Jesse but I'll try my best ) 😜

Now this one I had to think about.

Jesse takes his job very seriously but has a humorous streak to him.

I think they'd definitely start off as friends that accidentally stumbled their way into a relationship without noticing.

Grace is a Jedi healer on the move quite a bit during the war but would pay the 501 a visit often first because of Anakin, then to get to know the men he trusts the most.

She would spend a lot of time in the medic base with kix

Kix is the clone I think Jesse is the closest with in the close circle company.

At first hes super formal around the Jedi,

He calm reserved demeanor tries to reassure him that he can relax.

Jesse would make some sort of qip about her more non traditional Jedi look: "that's why they're called shadow people, where there's farm animals there is a farmer" boy is he lucky he's cute.

Something something - didn't know that Jedi knew what color was?

He starts hanging out around the med bay more to talk to the Jedi healer.

He says it's to help his best bro Kix but Kix isn't having any of that.

She stars showing him some basic first aid then answering questions about Jedi and then the force and their her background as a former night sister.

He starts telling her about missions, Rex, the Domino Twins. Ashoka. Training with ashoka.

Kix is like...I'm a third wheel in my own medical house?

Grace tries keeping a arms length distance but she loves hearing his opinion on things. Hearing his stories.

Jesse is a very passionate and animated story teller.

Sometimes their stories get sad, like the nature of the war, the loss of his brothers. The Senate.

Jesse is very honest even if it's a little silly sounding sometimes.

Grace starts spending more and more time with the 501st if she isn't ordered elsewhere.

She starts eating with Jesse and the other arc troopers.

Running and training with him, seeking him out to spar with.

Then shore leave happens and Grace is convinced to go to 79 by some other clones.

She isn't sure she- a jedi- would be welcome but she goes.

She feels awkward at first, sitting and drinking and watching the men be themselves.

Eventually he downs a shot(or 8) and asks her to dance with him.

It's all over the place, lots of twirling and spinning and she almost smacks several people with her lekku.

When their dancing and they have to get real close because of it, they almost kiss but grace pulls away at the last seconds

She pulls away because Jedi and emotions and she doesn't know what to do.

Jesse is freaking out because holy fuck he's in love with one of their Jedi commands.

Kix is phased and thinks they're both idiots.

He gets the entirety of the company to start setting them up in shenanigans.

I'm talking about locking them in storage closest. Making them sit next to each other. Other nonsense Rex pretends he doesn't see.

Then umbara happens.

Grace - who wasn't there comes rushing back. Mad and concerned and afraid and all the things a Jedi shouldn't be.

She's thing and ranting and Jesse is just watching her Pace the medical room- kix left a while ago to check on everyone.

And finally he tosses is helmet to the ground pulls her in and kisses her. Tells her he's sorry if that's against her code but he might die tomorrow and he's not going to die without knowing what she tasted like.

Idk secret secret relationship happens that everyone pretends they don't know about.

Thank you for the ask, they were fun and I hope you enjoyed them. 😊

Tag list

@anxiouspineapple99 @dangraccoon @clonemedickix @sev-on-kamino @523rdrebel @secondaryrealm

#star wars #the clone wars #jedi oc #spidersona #cw Jesse #clone trooper jesse #clone trooper jesse x oc #oc x fennec Shand #fennec shand #oc headcanons #ask game #oc x canon

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june-girl-86 · 8 months

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Chapter 54

Peli remembers a dark time and one person. In the present she is surprised with a message.

Pairing: Din Djarin x OC Female!

ReaderRating: Mature/Explicit (+18)

Warnings: Canon-Typical Violence / Love / Action&Adventure / Blood&Violence / Drama & Romance / Slow Burn / Fluff&Smut

Peli made her way out of the bustle of the market with her full bag, cursing her stupid idea to go to the market herself. But she had had a feeling all week that she absolutely had to get out of her hangar. And now that she had, it didn't feel right either. From a cage, a few nunas made their presence known as the dealer took one out and showed it to the prospective buyer. At one corner, a group of Jawas chattered loudly and Peli decided to walk across the side street, today's noise giving her a headache. Sure enough, as she turned, the noise level lowered and she took a breath. Maybe it was just what she needed today: to be a little alone... She walked past the small stores, nodding to the owners who were just opening their stores now, there was little point in starting earlier that day. The market was too competitive. As Peli walked past one store, lost in thought, she faltered. Slowly she turned around and looked at the colorful fabrics in the window. She knew that Din had had new pants made here; she herself had not been here for a very long time. And yet the memory caught up with her again:

At the beginning it had been quiet and then the stifling silence followed. First the storm troopers had come, roaming the alleys, checking everyone and searching. And after they found nothing, the inquisitors showed up. Not a day went by that someone hung on the gallows, they drove suspects through the streets, hunted them down and took their lives. Hardly anyone dared to go out, those who could sent their droids to do shopping, but even the merchants were unsettled and some of the stores did not open at all. Those who did open also had to reckon with their belongings being destroyed because refugees were suspected to be with them.

Peli sat in her office, she had the radio on in case hidden messages were broadcast, but only imperial propaganda was playing. Peli felt nauseous, turned off the radio and looked at her screen. The orders, usually several pages, had shrunk. But she didn't give up hope that things would get better. Peli sighed, left her small office and climbed the stairs. At the door, she stopped, stared into the empty alley, and let her gaze slide upward into the starry sky. I wonder if the suppression was happening on all the planets right now? Or had a few already come together to stop this? Would there be a rebellion? Would they stand a chance against these powerful ones? Peli sighed again, this silence was not doing her any good. And then there was the bang and the glow of fire, there was a fire one street over. The alarm shrilled loudly, screams joined in, and shortly after she could hear the siren of droids and humans trying to put out the fire. Others had joined Peli on the street, watching as the noise level increased, the flames fortunately less so. No one spoke a word, but all were thinking the same thing. Their thoughts were confirmed when several storm troopers came to their street and sent them back to their homes. The threat that they too would soon be among them deterred many from fighting back.

Peli had tried to sleep a little, but as soon as she closed her eyes, the fire blazed. She tossed and turned a few more times, then had enough and got up. Again she went up the stairs, settled down on the chair in front of the door. The smell of the fire was still in the air, but silence had returned. The two moons lit up the night. Peli leaned back and closed her eyes. After some time, she heard this sound. At first she thought her chair was squeaking, but then this whimpering sounded again. Peli didn't think twice, got up and went towards the source of the noise until she was standing in front of the house where there had been a fire. And again she heard the wailing. She looked around suspiciously. Was she the only one who heard it? Or did everyone else dare not come out. For a moment Peli hesitated, maybe the stormtroopers were setting a trap for the residents, but if someone was lying in it and she didn't help, she would never be able to look at herself in the mirror again. Carefully, she pushed the charred door aside, trying not to be too loud. She cleared the debris aside and shone her light into the sooty room. There was water on the floor. And in one of the puddles lay a person, on top of him a collapsed shelf.

"Help!" it whispered. Peli jerked the things aside, her hands pulled the woman up and she wailed louder. Peli cursed inwardly, putting the person against the wall. She looked horrible. Peli shook her head, alone she couldn't possibly get her out of here.

"I'll be right back!" she whispered to the injured woman and ran back into the hangar. The Pits buckled up in fright as Peli kicked them. She explained the situation to them and the droids followed. The woman had slid onto her side and was once again lying in the firewater. As gently as the Pits could, they picked up the injured woman. Her whimpering increased with each step, it was no louder than before, but on the deserted street it sounded like screams. Finally they had made it to the hangar, where she was laid on a cot in the small room behind the workshop. The droids fetched water and cloths while Peli searched for ointments, medicines and bandages. She came into the room just as one of her pits finished cleaning up the injured. It still looked bad. Cuts all over the face, hair singed, but the arm had taken the worst of it. Peli squeezed the tube of burn ointment almost empty, dabbing that much carefully on it before putting the sterile dressings on top. On her legs she also had smaller wounds, Peli took care of those as well. She carefully instilled a painkilling juice into her. The whimpering subsided and the young woman slowly fell asleep. Peli left the room and noticed that it was getting light. She leaned against the wall and took a deep breath. As she did so, she noticed how her hands began to shake. She just realized what she had done and what could still happen. If only someone had been watching her and would report her now... She pulled off her gloves, examined the dark stains on the material and realized that her skin and clothes were full of the soot. She really needed to clean herself up and wash her clothes, even a stormtrooper would recognize this at first glance and execute her immediately.

After Peli had changed, she asked the Pits to look after the injured. She herself needed some sleep now. By the time she had stood in the shower, the adrenaline had worn off and she could now feel leaden fatigue weighing on her shoulders. And as soon as she touched her head to the pillow, she was asleep.

The next few days were no different than the last, except that messages came through on the secret frequencies showing Peli that a few were confronting evil, unfortunately getting the short end of the stick. So she sent her pits to people she trusted more than 100 percent to get supplies of medicine. They took turns to care for their guest, infusing her with fluids as best they could, knowing that she actually belonged in an infirmary. While the injured woman always slept soundly, Peli kept waking up from nightmares. Each time she was caught and tortured in a different way, as she was suspected to be the leader of the rebels. She considered taking the woman to her brother, to his farm. But at this time of year there were more sandstorms, so they usually did not see each other for several weeks. If they were caught in a storm, it would be fatal for a weakened person. So Peli discarded these thoughts and hoped that one day everything would return to normal.

Peli ran her hand over her forehead, smearing the stain on it that she had gotten from working on the ship. She had almost finished it, the customer knew, tomorrow he could have it back. She took a sip of water from her bottle, glanced at the open door. Peli could see the woman awake, sitting upright and eating independently. She was clearly feeling better, but still needed to be cared for. She could not yet manage on her own. A loud pounding at the front gate startled her. The droids rushed to it, she heard the voices of the troopers. She dropped her tools, ran to the room and closed the door. Then she shoved a few things in front of it, hoping the troopers wouldn't pay it any further attention. The Pits were still chattering away at the three stormtroopers when Peli joined them.

"We'd like to look around a bit!"

She knew it wasn't a request when they pushed her aside. Outside the ship, one of them stopped and asked her to open the ramp. Peli did as he said, inside he was able to connect and find out who the owner was. Peli swallowed, asked if the men needed spare parts, but they did not respond. Their customer's data was fine, the trooper had lost interest. For that, he approached the room. He eyed the area, noting the drag marks of the crazy items, and stared at Peli.

"Why did you block the door?"

His tone had become harsher, his colleagues joined in. One of them raised his gun.

"Womp rats! Two of them! I hope they kill each other!" lied Peli.

"Why can't you hear them?"

"Been in there since yesterday. I wasn't going to check until it started to stink!"

The one with the gun pointed it at Peli and she swallowed nervously.

"Open up!"

Peli nodded slowly, gesturing for the Pits to move the furniture aside.

"But I'll hold you responsible if the rats break everything here for me!" she grumbled at the soldiers.

"It wouldn't make any difference!" one of the troopers drove at them, yet they noticed the men cautiously approaching the door. The soldiers thought nothing of it as the Pits hid behind Peli and the woman stood there with tense limbs, closing her eyes. While Peli feared being shot on sight, the men thought they were just afraid of the rats. The door was pushed open and there was silence. Peli, still squeezing her eyes shut, suddenly felt a tap on her shoulder. Startled, she flinched and looked questioningly at the three stormtroopers.

"Sorry to disturb you!"

With those words, they left the hangar. Dumbfounded, she looked after them, then heard the groan and thud. Peli rushed into the room; the young woman was slumped behind the door, her arm still outstretched. She had used her power to save them all. Now shaking all over, Peli helped her onto the cot. She was all hot, fever overtaking the young woman. She was literally burning up. Peli got cooling cloths, gave her fever-reducing medicine and took care of her arm again. After that, Peli could only wait and hope that the rescue operation would finally be the last.

Peli blinked when she sensed movement. She lifted her head; she had repeatedly fallen asleep on the edge of the bed. But this time the woman sat upright facing her, life had finally returned to her face. After the bout of fever had lasted 2 days, she was finally well. Peli turned to the little table, gave her tea to drink.

"Thank you for everything!" she smiled afterwards, extending her healthy hand to Peli.

"I'm Vivien!".

Peli shook her head as she remembered. Vivien had lived in hiding with Peli for a few more weeks until she dared to return to her store. Peli had accompanied her there, admiring the beautiful creations Vivien had tailored. Vivien herself, however, felt a stranger within her own four walls. Her arm had healed, but she kept feeling a pulling and discomfort. When Peli stopped by one day, an Iktotchi stood in front of her, informing her that the previous owner was no longer here. Peli hoped that Vivien had found a place where she could live peacefully. That is, if she was alive at all. Peli tore herself away as the door to the tailor shop opened and a customer stepped out. A bell sounded in the background.

As she walked back to the hangar, she turned around several times because she felt she was being watched. But it was the same as usual, the same figures as always. Nevertheless, she walked a little faster, but probably her memories from before had confused her again now. Finally she reached her hangar and ran down the stairs.

"What's the hurry?" she heard a voice behind her. Peli cried out and in shock she threw her bag aside. The Pits came running and ducked their heads. Peli leaned against the wall, holding her hand to her chest and looking into the eyes of a familiar face.

"Peli, I'm sorry!"

Fennec was taken aback by the usually tough woman's startle. She was pale in the face.

"I thought you saw me!" declared Fennec as she put her hand on Peli's shoulder to reassure her.

"Obviously not!", Peli screeched back, shaking her head. She watched the Pits carry away their purchases and then turned to Shand.

"I was lost in thought, of a time when things weren't easy here on Tatooine. For a moment I thought the Imps were back!"

Fennec nodded in understanding, then smiled.

"We received a coded message. I'd like to play it for you!"

Fennec held a data stick between her fingers.

"R2!" screeched Peli, and Fennec smirked. The mechanic now sounded her usual self again. When R2 finally joined them, Fennec activated the stick and R2 played the message. Peli swayed slightly and tears formed in her eyes as she looked at the images and video sequences. Din and Liara looked beautiful, the dress looked so wonderful on Liara. And then there was this child. Fara smiled happily into the camera. Liara reported what had happened so far and Peli was so proud that they had saved this girl. When Peli suspected that the news was coming to an end, Liara waved someone over. The person appeared and Peli recognized the face immediately, even though so much time had passed in the meantime.

"Vivien!" whispered Peli and the aforementioned smiled as if she had heard Peli's voice.

Peli had awakened from a dreamless sleep, blinking. She flipped the covers aside and stood up. With bare feet she crept through the workshop, only a few control lights were burning, all droids were asleep. But still she found her way to her office and opened the safe. When she opened it, she pulled out all sorts of junk she had stashed inside, along with a few wallets. Her desk was already overflowing and a few things slid down and fell on the floor. But Peli ignored it. She finally fumbled for the box and opened it carefully. The light from her monitor illuminated the silver handle of the weapon. Vivien had talked about it and couldn't remember where she had lost it. Peli had learned that the ruin was to be demolished and had once again scrambled among the rubble at night. Peli stroked the hilt of the lightsaber, noticing the small patterns and lines in it. Smiling, she placed it in the box and locked it back in the safe. Maybe she could return it to its owner soon.

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i'm writing a book where my oc is close to boba and after reuniting in "the mandalorian" i think she would be friends with fennec

also i cant stop drawing boba with daniel logan's face

#boba fett #book of boba fett #the book of boba fett #star wars art #tbobf #fennec shand #the mandalorian #star wars #oc x canon

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reluctant-mandalore · 2 years

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Fennec: Are you the big spoon or the little spoon?

Boba: I'm a knife.

Ann, from across the room: They're the little spoon.

#boba is a little spoon at heart #he likes being cuddled and cared for #oc things #incorrect quotes #oc incorrect quotes #oc: ann #boba fett #boba x ann #canon x oc #fennec shand

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Chapter 6, Calls Me Home

BOBAAAAAAAA.

Time for a little quest. As a treat.

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Rescue

“I don’t think we were properly introduced, Jedi.”

Rhia winced. She almost wished he had just ignored her, so they could both move on with their sleep-deprived evenings in peace. But no, of course not. No doubt the man calculated every step she took as she paced to the bar and fetched a water pitcher from behind it.

Fett huffed. “Make yourself at home, I suppose.” His gaze tracked her movements, watching her closely while she moved through the room.

“What’s your name?” Fett asked.

“Rhia Vasko,” she offered. She planted herself on a barstool and raised a brow. “Thanks for finally asking.”

Fett’s presence filled the room effortlessly, imposing from his seat. As much as Rhia hated to admit it, Boba Fett looked like he was made for that throne. “It’s not my fault Skywalker didn’t bother to introduce you.”

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Once Upon a Time on the Razor Crest

Summary: Hearts shifted

A/N: Hello lovelies,

Did everyone watch the three new episodes for Bad Batch? I was anxious, tears welled up, happy, frustrated. In short, my emotions were all over the place. But I can't wait to see the next episode.

Anyway, have a lovely weekend.

Love oo

Due to the past history of the OC there will be discussions alluding to past domestic abuse, please note that as it could be a trigger for some.

Warnings: physical closeness, grooming horses, scents, brush discussions, Din being adorable. If I miss any warnings, please let me know.

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THE CRESTWORLD

Chapter Eight

She’d been so focused on Din’s instructions and her own actions, she hadn’t realized how close he’d gotten; at least, not until she turned her head to look at him and then their eyes locked. Suddenly, the world stilled as her eyes slowly took in his features, felt the brush of his breath against her cheek, the woodsy, leather, gun oil scent that filled her nostrils. Her body realized and became all too aware of how close he was - - how his shirt and the warmth from his body brushed against her back, how the heat of his hand seeped into her own as he guided her.

In that moment there was nothing but a rushing hum in my ears, as the blood pushed through my veins without restraint, as my heart started thumping in my chest.

All thoughts, questions, everything just stopped as I looked deep into his warm, kind and chestnut coloured eyes.

I tried to remember the last time someone looked at me with such kindness and warmth, the fact that nothing came straight to my mind caused my heart to lurch.

Time seemed to have lost all meaning in that moment, it was only when Misty shifted and knocked her leash against the barn breaking the weird tension between us, that I finally looked elsewhere.

I cleared my throat, shifting away from him a little, hoping he didn’t think I found him uncomfortable. In reality, it wasn’t him that made me uncomfortable, it was that weird feeling in my heart that sent a tingling sensation down my arms to my hands.

“I think I got it.” I stated as I found my strength once again, now that I wasn’t looking at him or sensing his warmth.

Din cleared his throat, nodding as he rubbed the back of his neck. He hadn’t meant to invade her personal space, or to be so close that he could practically smell the soft, spicy, citrusy, balsamic scent coming off her, it was so different from anything Camilla had ever worn before. Was it her shampoo or was that her body wash? Maybe it was her lotion? Either way, he found himself leaning a little to smell it once again. He dug his nails into his palm, getting him to fight back to reality. He closed his eyes, letting the pain in his hands snap him out of whatever that was, he shifted away from her. He opened his eyes focusing on Misty, grounding himself as he tried to understand what just happened. Why did he just … he shook his head, focusing back on the task at hand.

“Good. Once you finish currying Misty, then we move on to brushing her coat.”

“Are there different brushes for each stage?”

Din shifted his head, “Yes and no. There are different types of horse brush, for example a body brush, great for removing dust, dried sweat from fine coats. Great for improving circulation and evenly distributing natural oils within the coat. Then there’s a dandy brush, used for bushing off mud, dander and grease, ideal for heavy or coarse coats. It’s too harsh for fine coated horses, such as thoroughbreds, and usually used during winter months when coats are thicker. There’s a flick brush, designed to flex and flick away debris, they’re best used after an initial groom, like we are.” He reached over and passed the flick brush to Ann, “There’s two types of flick brushes, one for fine coats and one for coarse coats. I also have a water brush, which is pretty self explanatory, a finishing brush which you use in the final step in the grooming process, used to polish and create an ultra shine. Then you have your grooming mitt, which is a soft fluffy mitt that can be used instead of a finishing brush. Finally, you have what’s called a curry comb, which cleans your brushes, keeps them lasting longer, and keeps them clean causing them to work better. Anyway, for the flick brush, you want to use short flicking motions to brush off the dirt we dislodged. Brush the area we just went over, and remember to avoid the head, mane, tail and lower legs. So begin at the neck and work your way around, following the direction of the hair growth.”

I nodded taking in everything he said, I glanced over my shoulder seeing him turn to walk away, “Where are you going?” The question was out of my mouth before I could even stop it, not sure why I was even caring where he went. It wasn’t any of my business.

“I’m gonna check on Bessie, you mentioned earlier, you thought she was in pain, so I’m gonna go see if she’s alright.” He nodded, tipping his head towards me before heading off to look for Bessie.

It was a while before Din came back, he looked at Misty, eyeing the work I did.

“Great job, now onto the next step.” He directed me to bring over Taika and start the process over with him. By the time we finished lunch had already come and gone, it was almost two in the afternoon. I glanced at my watch and realized he must be just as hungry as I am.

He didn’t know why but just watching her as she rested against the corral while Taika and Misty were grazing, made him realize what Cobb mentioned when he brought her to the ranch. What was it again, ‘You know Ann’s not all that bad, she seems sweet. Easy on the eyes, and has a very enjoyable laugh.’ He couldn’t deny it, she wasn’t all that bad, and yeah she was easy on the eyes. He didn’t find her drop dead gorgeous, but she was quite pretty and very capable. Despite never having worked on a farm before she was very reliable, willing to learn and was always asking questions. In fact, he hadn’t had to wake her up or remind her to have dinner ready for Grogu once. She just sort of fell into place. Kind of like she belonged.

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The Holonet Reporter (One-Shot)

Synopsis: A more than weary holonet reporter walks into Boba Fett's Palace looking for information on a Mandalorian who wears silver armor.

Pairing: Din Djarin x F!OC (platonic)

A/N: This takes place after TBOBF. DIn has accepted the Mand’alor title. AU where we are pretending there are holonet reporters like we have newspaper reporters lol

Disclaimer: I do not own any Star Wars/Mandalorian anything. OC is my own.

Warnings: Mentions of violence. Mentions of death. Threats. Din does something completely OOC, I believe, but went with it anyway cuz this kinda wrote itself. No Grogu, guys, I’m sorry. Let’s just say he’s at Jedi school during this one-shot lol

Mando’a Words:

~ Chakaaryc (chah-KAR-eesh): rotten, low-life, undesirable person

~ Mand’alor (MAHN-dah-lor): Leader of Mandalorians

Pronunciations found here.

Word Count: 2109

The once foreboding palace was the solace she needed: hungry, sweat-soaked, and worn down from dealing with the Tuskens. Slowly, every step heavier than the last, she made her way to the first place she could rest her feet. A heavy sigh escaped and she closed her eyes, happy to relax for a minute. Just one minute. Then she would eat and be on her way again.

She had to find the Mandalorian who wore silver armor.

She was told he may have information about her brother, but the armored man was always a step ahead of her and his friends seemed overly protective of him. One would think a man covered in beskar would be able to handle himself. Granted, from the stories she had been told, he could do that and more. She groaned, frustrated that every lead sent her in circles. Either the man had friends in high places or he was an expert at keeping his privacy.

A soft thud had her opening her eyes to see a glass of spotchka in front of her.

“Everything alright?” The bartender asked, a long, dark braid rested over her shoulder. Her piercing eyes seemed to look right through her.

“Fine,” she said, grabbing the glass gratefully, chugging a few gulps before setting the glass back down.

“You don’t look fine,” the bartender was matter-of-fact. When the weary traveler looked up at her skeptically, she continued. “I have a good friend who sighs like that when he’s not fine, but says he is anyway,” the woman lifted a single shoulder as she cleaned a glass.

“Just looking for someone and failing, is all,” she shrugged, not sure why she was explaining herself in the first place. The exhaustion, probably.

“Maybe I can help.”

“I’m looking for a Mandalorian.”

“We have plenty of those around here,” the bartender chuckled, waving an arm over the room and sure enough, there were more beskar-clad people in the joint than she had ever seen before. The quick, hopeful yet tired glance around the room proved the one she was looking for wasn’t there.

“I’m looking for the one who wears silver,” even through the exhaustion she could see the bartender stiffening as the room fell silent, air became thick with tension.

Ah, so the bartender knew who she was talking about.

“What do you want with him?” Those piercing eyes sharpened, a weapon themselves.

“Look- uh?” she lifted her heavy arms in surrender, not wanting any trouble, and let the question hang in the air as she realized they hadn’t exchanged names yet.

“Shand.”

“Shand,” she nodded. “I’m Dinna,” Dinna paused uncomfortably, unsure how to continue. Should she tell this bartender her official reason for looking for the man, or the personal reason? She decides on going with the usual. Not that it’s gotten her very far, but she was a private person herself. “Officially, I’m here to interview him. I’m a holonet reporter.”

“And unofficially?”

Dinna started at that. Most people got hung up on the fact that she was a reporter and started asking her if certain stories were true.

She sighed, defeated, thinking she’s got nothing to lose anyway. Might as well tell her some of her sob story. “I’m told he has information on my brother. Who I lost before I was even born. My parents thought he was dead, but I heard snippets of his name a few years back and, well, here I am.”

Shand relaxed and the room started buzzing with conversation again. Dinna didn’t even care to wonder why. Mostly, she just wanted food and sleep.

“How about I get you some food and take you to a room to sleep and maybe I can convince one of these Mandalorians to help you out.”

“You can do that?” Dinna hoped she didn’t sound too excited over her concern. This was Fett’s Palace, afterall. She had heard plenty of rumors about him and none were exactly kind.

“Yeah, don’t worry about it,” Shand shrugged, walking away. “I know all the right people,” she called over her shoulder.

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Mand'alor Din Djarin had decided it was time to escape his Guard. He was supposed to be on vacation, but it was hard to relax - even around friends - when he was surrounded by people who were constantly looking for threats to his safety. So he did the unthinkable, eyeing the Jedi robe Luke had given him recently as he meticulously removed his armor. He had learned over the past few years that people were more willing to give information to those who aren’t seen as the galaxy’s worst nightmare. He still felt more than awkward without his armor, but desperate times called for desperate measures (it helped that he had slowly discovered beskar did not a Mandalorian make). Mostly, he used it to hide his beskar while he was out and about. The shine drew more attention than anticipated and his mudhorn signet was becoming more and more well-known. Especially now that every galaxy seemed to know it was the signet of the Mand'alor. Maybe he should paint it. That would throw people off and give him some peace. The thought was thrown away before he even finished it. There was a reason he didn’t paint his beskar.

With casual clothes, hood over head, blaster holstered, a vibroblade hidden in his boot, and the well-hidden darksaber hanging off his belt (knowing his Guard would kill him themselves if he left anywhere without it) he made his way through Fett’s Palace to go…somewhere. Anywhere.

One more corner would get him past the cantina area and he was free. He paused, listening for footfalls. When silence greeted him he glanced around the corner and froze, pulse pounding in his ears, hands started shaking, his mind reeled. There was no way. She was dead.

Sitting at the bar, fiddling with a glass of spotchka was a dirty, worn down clone of his mother. She had the same dark, wavy hair. The same build. The same face. She looked exactly how he had seen her last, albeit weary, but it was her.

Eventually, when the edge of his vision started to darken, he breathed in again, not realizing he wasn’t in the first place and stepped out of Fett’s Palace with a determined stride, hood hiding most of his face. He needed to do something. His first thought was to kill kill kill. Who would dare clone his mother? And how many were there? A hand hovered over his blaster in comfort as he made his way to the darker side of Mos Espa. Boba may have cleaned up the place pretty good, but there had to be at least one bounty out in the Dune Sea that required he bring them in cold.

After finding the right people. The right people being those his Guard would hate to hear he conversed with alone, without his armor, and barely any weapons. But he didn’t care. He just needed to get his mind off of that chakaaryc and he was going to do it the only way he knew how.

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Dinna woke to sounds of shouting in a language she had never heard before. Which was saying something, considering a reporter needed to be fluent in many languages in this galaxy. A quick look outside her window told her it was dark out. Which meant she had slept throughout the entirety of the afternoon and into the night.

“Time wasted,” she muttered out in frustration and flung the light blanket off of her and headed for the door to see what all the fuss was about.

“By Manda, I will kill him myself. Mand'alor or not,” a woman in light blue and gray painted beskar spoke to the bartender, Shand, from earlier in the day.

“I thought he had finally accepted the whole Mand'alor thing,” Shand said, stepping in time with the beskar covered woman with no less than seven other Mandalorians following in their wake.

Mand'alor? Dinna had heard that before in her search for the Mandalorian she had been looking for. Were they talking about him? Dinna followed close behind, weaving through the crowd of warriors without fear. Her curiosity overruling all sense.

“He did,” the Mandalorian woman growled out. “Something must have thrown him to have left his armor here. At least he took the darksaber with him. At least he’s not completely unprotected.”

“I’m sure he’ll be back soon-”

“What happened?” Dinna spoke up behind them, a tremor in her voice.

A blaster in the face had her wishing she hadn’t said a word. Why, oh why, does her mouth always have to bring her so much trouble.

“You,” the Mandalorian stated. Dinna imagined she was squinting down at her through the helmet. “You are the one who was asking about the Mand'alor earlier today.”

Dinna gulped, arms raised in surrender as her eyes flicked to Shand. Not knowing if she was really supposed to reply to that statement. Shand gave nothing away.

“Answer me.”

“That’s the- uh- silver armored Mandalorian, right?” Dinna’s tongue felt too big for her mouth.

“Why were you asking about him?” The blaster had yet to waver.

“I’m a reporter, I just have some-”

“Wrong answer,” she took a step closer and Dinna felt the others behind her step closer as well. “Tell me the real reason.”

“Bo-Katan,” the voice, familiar and warm, even from a stranger, broke the tension in the air as the women spun around to face it.

Silent seconds passed with no reply before Dinna found the courage to peek around Shand.

“Are you really going to hold a blaster in the face of a woman without a weapon,” he stated more than asked, holding a heavy looking bag that seemed to be dripping blood. “I thought we had decided to help the defenseless. Not scare them to death,” he sounded tired, resigned.

Dinna could only stare. He had the same face, the same build, the same voice as her father. After years of searching, she had finally found her brother. And she was speechless. And he was terrifying. He seemed to tower - despite being average height - sure and strong. The depths of those familiar brown eyes were foreign with their steel - sharp and unforgiving. The splattered blood that covered him from head to toe made her wary. Did she really want to know this man?

Could she really call him ‘brother’?

“Mand'alor,” the blue Mandalorian- Bo-Katan holstered her blaster.

And, apparently, he was the very person she was supposed to interview. Although, why he was wearing a Jedi robe was beyond her.

“I need someone to deliver these heads to Fett,” he stated. “He’ll be wanting to know who betrayed him.” The largest in the group brushed past her in answer and grabbed the bag from him. He nodded in thanks, eyes never leaving Bo-Katan’s gaze.

“You left,” she stated as if the exchanging of heads hadn’t even occurred.

“I’m on vacation. I’m allowed to leave.”

“Without your armor.”

“You make vacationing difficult.”

“You could have died!”

“I was armed.”

“Did you even use it?”

“There was no need.”

“It doesn’t look like there was no need.”

“You worry too much.”

Dinna’s head spun at their rapid fire conversation and could take no more as she stepped between the two, facing the man she believed to be her brother. “Din?” She breathed out, voice trembling, heart painfully pounding in her chest.

All eyes fell to her, including his own, now shocked, gaze.

“Din Djarin?” Her voice was surprisingly steady as a tear rolled down her cheek. She didn’t reach to wipe it away. “Din Djarin of Aq Vetina. Son of Yarin and Ima Djarin.”

“How-”

“I’m Dinna Djarin,” She couldn’t let him finish. The words wouldn’t stop. The tears wouldn’t stop. “Your sister. Mom and dad. They- they thought you were dead,” she choked out, stumbling forward.

He moved to catch her and that’s all she needed to run the few steps for the one person left in her family. To know that this man would not hurt her. She fell into him - hard - wrapping her arms around his waist, sobbing into his bloody clothes. His heart beat fast, thundering under her ear, comforting her in ways she never thought possible.

“You’re real,” she whispered between sobs. ”You’re alive,” she squeezed harder, making sure she wasn’t imagining things. That this frightening man was there. In her arms. Alive.

Slowly, eventually, after several long minutes, he wrapped his own strong arms around her and squeezed back. Holding her safe.

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Mando’a Words:

~ Chakaaryc (chah-KAR-eesh): rotten, low-life, undesirable person

~ Mand’alor (MAHN-dah-lor): Leader of Mandalorians

Pronunciations found here.

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A/N: So this one-shot started a whole set of other one-shots that kind of have an order to them that I’ve been calling The Holonet Reporter Series. It is Dinna’s story as she looks for DIn, but she also interacts with him many times in her search for him and just doesn’t realize it lol I’m finding it hilarious so far. They are kind of based off of this, but this is also a separate one-shot from the rest of the series, if that makes sense. Anyway, something to possibly look forward to! :D

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