#i'm actually hoping for no romance at all in the mandalorian

[pentechnics]

I heard your requests are open?? I have an idea for one. Maybe Y/N is oblivious and doesn’t know who he is or something (like maybe doesnt know he’s a Mandalorian)? and isn’t scared of him? And he’s surprised and it’s really fluffy. And then they grow to like each other (with time skips??) 🥰

I adored this idea, thank you so much for this request! I'm sorry it took me so long to post it lol. This really got away from me, it was supposed to be a little like 2k thing and here it sits at almost 5k 😂😂 I hope you enjoy it, my dear!

I was gonna wait and post this next week and let Pretty have the spotlight for a little longer, but... I think we could use a pick-me-up today.

Din Djarin x gn!reader | G, appropriate for all ages (tho there is a lot of swearing pls bear that in mind lol)

Content: canon-typical violence, mentions and description of injury, treating said injury, lots of hilarity and fun times, giving Din silly nicknames, technically takes place alongside and after TBOBF except that the Razor Crest lives, I know it says din x reader but there isn't a heavy emphasis on romance, it is fluffy tho

~~~~

Fights in the cantina were a regular occurrence. Working here as long as you did had a way of desensitizing anyone; it was rare for a scene to rattle you anymore. 

Sure, you’d been in a couple scruffs yourself, but those never lasted too long. 

Until now.

You’d been blocking and striking the strange tin man for what felt like an eternity. He somehow saw through some of your sneakiest strategies and had just the right counter. It was annoying. 

How the hell does anyone learn to be this good a fighter? You asked yourself. 

Why were you fighting this large piece of silver Bantha dung in the first place? Well, it was all a bit of a blur. One moment, you were going about your shift as normal, and the next you were stepping in to break up a particularly brutal scene that pitted this guy against three others. They didn’t raise a hand to you. But he did.  

When the two of you tumbled out of the cantina doors and into the sand beyond, you took the chance to pin down his hands, your feet stretching as far as they could to trap his legs underneath. 

“What is your problem,” you shouted into his visor. “Coming into my place and making such a racket?” 

“What’s your problem, getting in the way?” he retorted. 

You cocked your head to the side. 

“In the way? Of what, you destroying my furniture?” 

He let out a grunt as his helmet thumped against the ground. 

“Enough. He’ll get away if I don’t go now.” 

“Look, man,” you let out a frustrated chuckle. “I don’t know what you’re getting at but you’re not going anywhere until you pay for your fucking mess.”

He sighed before slipping one of his legs free, using it to knee you in the sternum. The air flew from your lungs and you clutched the spot in pain, slowly falling off him and onto your side. You squeezed your eyes shut. The ache blossomed into your entire torso, your lungs quaking while you tried to regain your breath. It was as if you’d been punched by a piece of metal. 

When you opened your eyes again, the walking scrapyard had vanished. 

~~~~

Great, Din thought. 

He’d chased the bounty down again, even after the absurd head start they’d gotten. But now there were even more henchmen for him to work through. 

Not that it took long, it was just tiresome. Without the extra weaponry and distraction the cantina brought, he was able to make quick work of the crowd. A few final blows and a spurt of his flamethrower cleared the way within minutes. The target quivered under Din’s gaze, eyeing the sea of bodies surrounding him before throwing his hands up in surrender. 

As Din led him back to the Crest, his mind drifted to you. You had jumped into the fray by surprise; he hadn’t noticed until he felt you pulling him off the man he was punching. And you actually succeeded in pinning him down. The struggle had gone on for some time, yet felt to be just a few seconds. 

A few seconds of Din being constantly shocked by you. 

He recalled you staring down at him from your position. Not an ounce of fear or hesitation in those eyes. Was that just a product of your profession, or had you undergone something even he couldn’t compete with?

It’s not as though Din was comparing himself to the likes of the Empire, but almost every pair of eyes he’d ever met were glazed with fear. With understanding. With surrender. People saw his helmet and knew it was over for them.

But not you. 

The shrieks of the frightened bounty as he was carbonated fell onto deaf ears. Din’s mind was foggy and loud, as if he were still in that cantina hurling projectiles at his attackers, while he settled into the pilot’s chair. 

His hand paused on its way to the controls. Your face dominated his mind’s eye once more: fiery eyes, heavy breaths, the weight of your hands on his wrists. He sighed and swiveled back out. 

He had to know more.

~~~~

It took help from most of your staff and some of your kinder patrons to clean the place up. Whoever else had been in the fight was long gone by the time you regained the strength to stand. The day went on as per usual after that, though with the added bonus of trying to work around the pain that seared through your middle whenever you twisted or bent down. 

After your shift was done you walked out towards the setting suns. Your little home was just beyond the main area of Mos Rena, and in it was a bacta patch calling your name. You rubbed your bruised sternum as you took in the dusty colors of the sky. Delightful gradients of blue, purple, and pink blending together to create a stark contrast to the bright white and orange of the twin suns. 

You turned a corner and headed further into the wild sands, the ground beneath you falling away from a sturdy foundation and into looser terrain. The light of the day was quickly melting down under the horizon, a cooler wind sweeping through the air in its wake. 

The smallest shuffle rang through the quiet. Something was off. 

Every hair on your body stood at attention – eyes were on you. 

You stopped in your tracks, gazing over the area in front of you while you listened for any sign of noise from behind. You held your breath and waited. 

Nothing.

Whoever was watching you knew what they were doing if you couldn’t pinpoint where they were. You steeled yourself and took a few more hesitant steps forward. The sensation only grew stronger. You bit down a snarl and slowly reached for the dagger on your belt. 

Fuck around and find out, buddy, you thought. 

Just when you couldn’t take it anymore, a familiar filtered voice filled the silent air.

“You there, I’d like to talk to you.”

You turned around to find that same man from earlier. The one decorated from head to toe in that ridiculous set of silver. The one who gave you the massive bruise you had to live around all day. You looked down at his knee; it too was covered with a piece of bulky armor. The sight alone made your sternum throb.

“That fucker right there,” you pointed to it. “owes me an apology.”

He took a hesitant glance down before meeting your eyes once more. 

“Uh- right.” 

“And you still owe me for wrecking my cantina!” you raised your finger to his chest. “What even was all that about?” 

“One of those men had a bounty on him. I was trying to collect him.”

Confusion filled your mind. Sure, you’d seen a few bounty hunters in your day, but never one that looked like this.

“... I didn’t realize you were a bounty hunter,” you said. 

He seemed to freeze up, his head coming forward a bit while his hands gestured to his outfit. 

“Uh, really?” 

You glared at his matter-of-fact tone. Was he trying to make you feel stupid?

“Really what? The fuck does this mean?” you mimicked his movements. 

He tilted his head to the side and took a few steps closer. 

“Have… have you never seen a Mandalorian before?” 

He sounded as though you were the one having delusions. You scoffed.

“Wait– you’re a Mandalorian?”

“Yes,” he sighed, “I am.” 

You raised a brow and took in the image of him, different now when accompanied by this new information. 

“I’ve heard of Mandalorians,” you started, “but I’ve never known much of anything about them, let alone what they look like.”

He tilted his head. The silence hung heavy in the dense air, the small breeze doing little to ease it. 

“You… are a skilled fighter,” he breathed. 

“You sound surprised.”

“I am. It’s been a long time since I’ve had to fight that hard.” 

“Oh, are all of you supposed to be indestructible or something?” you asked, a teasing glint in your tone. 

He let out a huff. Instead of responding, his visor peered at you. You stared right back at it, a hundred questions suddenly flooding your brain. 

Why was he wearing all that on a planet this hot? Was he not melting under there? Was he human? Did all Mandalorians have to be walking sheets of metal? He spoke before you could get one out. 

“I’m… sorry about your cantina. I’ll pay you back. And sorry about… that.”

He gestured to where your hand was still resting on your sternum. You ran it over the area.

“What’s all that shit made of, anyway?” you asked, “Doesn’t look like any metal I’ve ever seen.”

“It’s beskar,” he said, “Most Mandalorian armor is made with it.” 

“I see,” you said with a nod. “Well, I guess it did its fucking job. Been wincing all day.” 

You gave a dry chuckle. His helmet’s gaze drifted downward, his hands clenching in and out of fists. 

“If that’ll be all,” you began to turn. “I need to get some bacta on this thing.”

“...Right. I am sorry, again.” 

“Thank you. I won’t ban you from the cantina for now-” you pointed an accusatory finger at him- “because you still owe me.” 

He let out another huff. This one sounded closer to a chuckle; you wondered if all that armor made it hard to breathe or if he was just trying to play some kind of cool-guy persona. 

Regardless, the walk home was a bit less miserable than it would’ve been before. 

~~~~

“Well, if it isn’t my favorite durasteel giant,” you called with a grin. 

The Mandalorian had come in periodically to drop off payments over the last couple weeks. You’d come to an agreement: three installments, enough to pay off some of the damages. He hadn’t technically been responsible for the entire mess, but he did give you a good chunk from the reward that caused the fight to begin with. 

At his insistence, you were letting him work off the rest. 

The work in question? Helping you build the rest of the furniture you couldn’t afford to buy. You led him to your workstation in the back after taking his payment. 

“Any exciting updates since I saw you last?” 

“Not much,” he said, “Same old.” 

“Oh, come on,” you prodded, “there’s gotta be something!”

He let out a little chuckle. 

“My ship got damaged.” 

“Again?” you sat down on a crate and patted the spot beside you. Once the Mandalorian was situated, you handed him a piece of wood to glue onto a chair’s base. 

“Who was after you this time? Mercenaries? Wild exes? Ooh, or other bounty hunters?”

He scoffed. 

“You’ve got quite the imagination.” 

You smiled and began smoothing out a chair leg. 

“... it fell.” 

You paused. 

“Fell?” 

“Yeah. Into a lake. It’s at the hangar right now getting repaired.” 

You stared at him. He kept his visor pointed in front of him, hands focused on his task. You tried to imagine it: a giant hunk of metal, flying another giant hunk of metal, and crash-landing into water. 

You burst out laughing. The wood clattered to the floor as you bent forward, hand clutching your stomach. 

“Oh, that’s rich,” you breathed just before another fit of laughter rolled through you. 

You managed to suck in a breath and slowly sat back up, wincing at the pulse of pain running through your torso. 

“Wait- what’s wrong?” 

“Nothing,” you waved a hand his way, bending once more to retrieve the wood. “It’s been weeks, and that still hurts?”

“It’s not that bad anymore.” 

“... that’s not normal. You might have internal damage-” 

“I’m fine, okay, I’ll just stick another bacta patch on it.” 

“Obviously that hasn’t been working.” 

“Look,” you turned and faced him, pointing a finger at his chest. “If I say I’m fine, I’m fine. Don’t be going all hero on me, now.” 

Without giving him a chance to respond, you stood and made your way to your bag for the bacta patch. 

~~~~

He didn’t bring it up again for the rest of the time he was there. But for the rest of that day and into the next, it was the only thing on his mind.

Just how hard had he hit you? You shouldn’t have been wincing as much as you were at this point. Something else had to be going on. 

Din made his way to the cantina. He’d already done his work for this week, but the cooler air and welcoming atmosphere was hard to resist. You were nowhere in sight for the time he spent sitting there, and no one on the staff knew where you were. 

He sighed. Maybe you’d gone home for the day. Or maybe you were in the back working on chairs.

… But wouldn’t they know that?

Din stood from his booth and rushed to the back. The small workspace was empty, and your bag was nowhere to be found. Maybe you hadn’t come in at all that day. 

He made his way out, pushing past patrons and almost knocking over several drinks in the process, and stomped towards the open dunes. Was barging in on you at home like this the wisest option? No. But the unpleasant pressure building in his gut and squeezing him like a vine cared less and less about that. 

Your heat signature was faint, but still visible enough in the sand. He followed the trail until he reached a tiny building, seemingly built into the ground. Clever use of the sand, he thought. 

He approached the door and gave it a sharp knock. He called your name.

“You okay in there?” 

He stood in the silent sand and waited. His breathing had become more shallow, his armor feeling twice as heavy under the harsh sunlight. When the door finally moved, he let out a sigh. 

“What the fuck, how did you find me?!”

~~~~

“Are you okay?” 

“Answer me, how the fuck did you know where I live?” 

You held the door open just enough to poke your head out, and to say the sight of Shiny Man shocked you was the understatement of a lifetime. 

You breathed in as deeply as your torso would allow as you waited for an answer. He pointed to his helmet. 

“I followed your tracks. I’m a hunter, it’s kinda what I do.” 

You sighed. Duh.

You opened the door and waved him in. After shutting it you turned and lifted your arms. 

“Welcome to my humble abode. What the fuck do you want?” 

“I had to check on you,” he said, “Something just doesn’t seem right.” 

“Are you some kind of medic?” you asked, hands on your hips. “I thought I told you I’m perfectly-”

“Does it hurt to breathe?” 

You stared at him, brows scrunching. 

“It does, doesn’t it?” 

You scowled and turned away from him. 

“I don’t get why you’re so frazzled over this, man.” You crossed your arms over your chest and took a seat in your little living nook. “It’s my problem. I can deal with it.”   

He let out a rugged sigh and came to stand in front of you. 

“Hate to break this to you, but it’s my problem, too. I’m the one that caused it.”

You kept your gaze pointed at his shoes. What the fuck were all those tiny silver cylinders? This guy had more gadgets than you could keep up with; it seemed like you found a new one every time you saw him. 

“I don’t get why you’re so stubborn about people helping you, but you should really have that looked at.” 

“Oh, what, is this an excuse for you to get a better look at me, Mr. Silver?” you let out a dry chuckle. “You could’ve just said something. Or bought me a drink.” 

He sighed and kneeled down to catch your sight. 

“Look. This,” he patted his armored knee. “Is pure beskar. One of the toughest materials there is. And evidently I hit you with a lot more force than I needed to. That’s a bad combination; if I caused any kind of internal injury and you don’t address it, you could die. Is that what you want?” 

How the hell could a small strip of black plastic be so intimidating? You couldn’t see his eyes, yet their gaze burned into you. That’s just not fair, you thought. Cheater. 

You sighed. 

“Okay. What do you want me to do?” 

“Lift up your shirt. Let me take a look.” 

“... What?!”

~~~~

Okay, so the boldness of his request — while shocking — was warranted. 

Your torso was still discolored, as if the swollen bruise was now a permanent fixture on your skin. He had you lay down on your bed before he pressed a button on the side of his helmet and peered at it. 

“... Just how many magic powers does that dome of yours have?”

“A few.” 

He gently pressed two fingers to your side. You hissed. 

“Hurts?” 

You nodded. He repeated the action all around the bruise, and you told him which areas hurt. 

“Okay, now I need to press in the middle. This might hurt more.” 

You nodded and braced yourself. 

He was right – you grunted as the pain seared through you. You grabbed his free hand and squeezed, a tiny ‘fuck’ slipping through your gritted teeth. 

He froze. When you opened your eyes, he was staring at your conjoined hands. You took a breath and let go. 

“Sorry,” you said, “Just needed something to squeeze.” 

“DId it hurt a lot?” 

You nodded. 

He slowly retreated both hands, staring at them. Just when you were going to make a remark about not having cooties, he wiggled them free. 

Your eyes went wide. They were big, veiny, and very human. His gaze found yours once more as he offered you his now bare hand. 

“This should be more comfortable. I need to do some more pressing to see how deep this goes.” 

You couldn’t help staring at his hand. Gold, slightly flushed skin, littered in indents from his gloves. You reached for it slowly, drawing back just a bit before grabbing hold.

He was warm. And somehow soft, despite the rough calluses that decorated his knuckles. A dull rush fluttered through your system.

Why did this feel so intimate? It’s a fucking hand.

“So,” you cleared your throat. “Is it like, a big deal to take off that stuff?”

“Some parts more than others.” 

He placed his other hand back over your wound and pressed. You squeezed your eyes shut. The hand holding yours was steadier this time, accepting the full force of your pain. He was right – it was more comfortable. 

“Keep breathing,” he said. “This one’s pretty bad.” 

“What should I do?”

“I’ve got some stronger meds in my ship. If you can hang tight for a little while, I can go get them.” 

You nodded as he got up and re-gloved his hands. 

“Thanks, Mando.”

He paused midstep, facing away from you. He was stiff, and for a moment you wondered if you’d somehow offended him. He turned and gave you a curt nod, his gaze lingering a moment longer before he turned and left.

~~~~

No snarky, armor-related nickname? That’s never happened in the time he’s known you. This had to be really bad.

The wound was deeper than the bruise, just as he suspected. He ran through the specific materials he’d need to nurse it, picturing where each one was in the Crest. 

Din raced back to the hangar. He bypassed the surprised mechanics and jogged up the ramp to seize his medpack. He looked through his other supplies for anything else he might need and tossed it all into a satchel. 

On the way back, he stopped off at the cantina. He kicked himself for not asking if you’d eaten anything all day – you had to be starving.

~~~~

“Oh, fuck yeah, how’d you know? This is my favorite broth!” 

You happily ate spoonful after spoonful of the warm soup, your body relishing in the sensation. You were propped up on your bed while the Mandalorian sorted through his bag of supplies. 

Once you were finished eating, you let him get to work. Various sprays and creams found their way onto your abdomen, and per his instructions you took a couple of his fancy painkillers. 

“What is all this crap, anyway?” you asked. 

“This is for the swelling, this is for the internal damage, and this is to help jumpstart the healing process.” He held up each item as he spoke, both hands freed from his gloves and gauntlets as he applied them on you. 

When his fingers ghosted below your belly button, you laughed. “Watch it, that tickles!” 

He tilted his head at you and pressed on. 

The final step was to wrap the bruise in a bandage. You stood as he rotated around you, making sure to cover every bit of it. You huffed. 

“I feel like royalty having someone put a fancy garment on me,” you said, waving your spread arms around. 

“Almost done, Your Majesty,” he breathed, sarcasm dripping from his tone.

“You? Cracking jokes?” you asked, wide eyes staring at where he knelt in front of you. 

He looked up at you and shrugged. 

~~~~

It took some time, but you did eventually heal. 

The Mandalorian made more frequent trips back to Tatooine during that time. He insisted it was for work, but you couldn’t help teasing him. 

‘Aww, is the big, scary tin man worried about me?’ you’d said. 

He had sighed and lightly poked your stomach, chuckling when you hissed and swatted his hand away. 

About two months later, the wound was gone.

The Mandalorian had paid back his debts by then as well, though he still stopped by from time to time. Whenever you asked why, he just shrugged. 

It had been almost three months since you last saw him. Longer than normal. 

You clocked out of your shift for the evening and made your way outside, the suns only just beginning to set. You decided to take a short walk around town before heading home, taking in the twinkling lights that hung above each structure. 

A mechanical roar burst through the quiet night; you looked up to see the Razor Crest come in for landing. Your heart began to race, a smile splitting your cheeks. That had to be him.

But he kept flying. Thrown off as you were, you shrugged and kept walking. Maybe he’s heading for Mos Eisley instead, you thought.

~~~~

You had the next day off. You were sitting in your living room when a knock sounded at your door. You sat up straight and reached for your dagger, creeping up to the door until a familiar voice called for you. 

You scoffed and dropped your guard, swinging the door open. 

“Hey, Shinyface-” 

You took in the scene before you. Your friend wasn’t alone.  

In the Mandalorian’s arms was a small, green creature. You looked back up to his visor, your jaw dropped. He glanced between you and the little guy.

“I need your help.” 

When he came inside and explained what happened, you hung on his every word. It shocked you to hear about his adventures with this little guy, how much of a fuss the Empire was making over him. 

The creature cooed from its perch in his arm. He let it down, and it waddled around on your floor. 

“Is it hungry or anything? Not sure what it eats but I’ve got… stuff.” 

He chuckled. The sound was deep, gravely. It felt like a gentle hug to your eardrum. 

“He’s fine.” 

The two of you watched him with a calm silence surrounding you. Even though you couldn’t see the Mandalorian’s face, something told you he was smiling under there as he gazed at the baby.  “So then,” you started, “what can I help you with?” 

He let out a sigh. 

“That’s… well, it’s a big ask. I- I won’t mind if you say no.” 

“Spit it out, tin man,” you said with a smile. 

He glanced down at the baby again before returning his gaze to you. 

“I want you to come with me. Help me with the kid.” 

Your brow narrowed. 

“Me? Help with the kid?” 

“I know it’s a lot, but you’re a really skilled fighter. And you’re very capable. And I don’t know how often we’ll be coming back here, depending on if the Empire comes for him again or something else decides to come along. And I’ve got some… other things I need to figure out, too.” 

He paused and wrung his gloved fingers together. An image of his bare hands flashed in your mind’s eye, the memory of their warmth making your hand tingle. 

“I at least wanted to see you one more time, since I know you wanting to leave is probably a longshot. It won’t be easy, but-”

He sighed, and didn’t finish. 

You looked at him, his helmet now tipped down to stare at the ground. The baby made his way to the Mandalorian’s feet and wrapped his little hands around one of his boots. 

You smiled. What a sight, you thought.  

Your mind wandered, sifting through your memories of the past few months. Meeting the Mandalorian set off a course of little changes in your life; at first they weren’t great, but then they became positive. You wouldn’t trade any of them for the galaxy. 

The thought of not seeing him, potentially ever again, made your gut coil up. 

Logically, it made no sense. It was risky, dangerous, there was no way of knowing what would become of any of you. And you truly had no idea what else this guy had going on. Who knows what kind of trouble he’d be bringing you into? Your life here was safe, comfortable, and different enough each day to keep you engaged. 

You quirked your head and took another look at the Mandalorian. So much mystery still surrounded him; you’d learned bits and pieces about his culture over the time you spent together, the gist of which being that you’d probably never know what he looked like under that silver bucket. You were okay with learning slowly, and you respected what he did share, learning early on that he didn’t like to be pushed past that. 

But one nagging detail stuck out in your mind, one thing you really wanted to know. You leaned forward and rested your elbows on your knees. 

“Hey, man, what’s your name?” 

His helmet snapped back to you, tilted just a bit to the side. You shrugged. 

“I get it if you don’t want to share. But it only just occurred to me that I don’t know what else to call you other than various versions of big, shiny, silver man.” 

His shoulders shrugged with mild laughter, his head shaking.  

“Those have… kinda grown on me.” 

You smiled. There was your answer. Not only was this entire idea foolish, but it became even more so if you didn’t even know your companion’s name. The one person you’ll have to trust with your life, no matter what. 

Luckily for the two of you, you were a class-A fool. 

“Give me an hour.” 

You stood up and began walking towards your bedroom.

“... For what?” 

“To pack my shit and get someone else to run the cantina, T-face! I won’t make you admit how much you’d miss me, but we all know that’s really why you want me along.”  

The baby giggled. You could get used to that sound.

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At the risk of starting wank...I think shipping is so boring lol

Bring me the brotherly love and the found family and the adoptions and the oft-overlooked platonic love!

Shipping can be fun and I get it I used to do it in my youth (lol) but...I got over it because there's so much more out there than romantic love and that's so much more INTERESTING to me! Now when I go to look for fics I also block out the ships and it's really unfortunate just how few fics there tend to be that stay platonic/gen, because it feels like romance is the expected happy ending and that's just so sad to me. Life is so much richer than that, and I wish fandom branched out to explore that more often than it does.

I hope with everything I have that Mandalorian stays a single dad. He has his friendships of course...but all he NEEDS is his son 💙

"it's really unfortunate just how few fics there tend to be that stay platonic/gen, because it feels like romance is the expected happy ending" << you really said it for me lol. I do ship characters, and it's fun to rewatch sth and dig out all the little hints and stuff, or see other ppl's takes on it. But for me to actually jump on a ship I need them to have a lot of interactions with each other (like BazeChirrut or FinnPoe, or spoiler alert VelCinta from Andor lastest ep). I don't really read fics all that much, esp the romance ones cos I'm so scared of s*x scenes in there. idk why, but it turned me off when I saw spicy contents of any of my favorite characters. I like the romance, but I don't like the nsfw part. I prefer catching the casual interactions, the subtle expressions, the longing stare two characters share for each other. Guess I'm just weird lol But yeh give me the found family, the friendship, the mentor/mentee contents and I'll be here for it all day haha

#thoughts in space #Anonymous #I so scared of talking about this stuff online cos #it's so easy to get hate for this shit #i'm just weird yall leave me be Y_Y #andor spoilers #jsut to be safe

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Hoping to finally write again, so hello there! 💖

Made this post at 2am initially, in hopes that I'll be more inclined to write something sooner if I have this out there, even if no one responds.

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Fantasy (from general, to niches like urban fantasy and Post-Apocalyptic Fantasy)

Sci-Fi

LOTS of romance, I'm a starved lil hopeless romantic so forewarning.

Probably some Historical Fiction in there eventually?

Current fandoms I write for:

The Hobbit/LoTR/The Silmarillion

Star Wars (SWTOR/Prequels/TCW/Mando/BoBF)

Dragon Age (All games)

Might write for Elder Scrolls? But likely more to fill the void for Mer-centric fics than any of the usual figures?

Hopefully I'll get to Mass Effect again, so I can write for that too!

Tropes I love/Trope Warning:

Modern [Person] In [World]

Love this trope and always have, the culture clash plus the tragedy of knowing the future of each person you come to love? The danger of knowing all their secrets? How does the protag fix the story with this? What do the Powers That Be do in order to damper this?

The REVERSAL of "Modern [Person] In [World]"!

Literally so good and there is NOTHING out there. Gotta come up with a tag for it so people might use it some day. Similar reasons, the culture clashes and the Tragedy Of Knowing ™, but put on its head as the character(s) try and navigate a world so foreign to them, but so mundane to us?

Opposites Attract

This may be more of a warning, but I'm also a fan of this particular trope. So, as a short woman, this tends to lead to a lot of tol/smol dynamics with men leaning on the taller side of it? Unlikeky to change outside of specific requests and also because so many characters I love are like... Literally nearing 7ft. so no one is ever much taller. 🤣

Inhuman/Human Couples

I love this stuff a bunch, but also loath how modern media continues to put feminine people as the "ethereal beauty" in these sorts of couples. Is it truly too much to want a very handsome elf/fae/alien man to find a human such as myself to be attractive? Gonna probably write a bunch for this because I can't throttle the modern movie/TV industry.

Liminal Spaces

I grew up moving a LOT, so I grew very well aquatinted with the Target Parking At 2am feel, and the Driving Through Corn Through The Night vibe. Hopefully I'll be able to bring that original writing back to get to work with this again! In fact, there's a short story of mine I did for HS that I'd love to fix up to put here that deals with this.

"Slightly To The Left"

Similar to Liminal Spaces, though this trope more applies to objects, animals, and people. Waking up to your phone on your nightstand, but it's the wrong shade, and the ringtone sounds fuzzy. You want to believe that the person you met at the edge of your camp site is normal, human—but their eyes dont shine, their smiles never show teeth, and why does their voice sound like two at once?

Other tropes, and other info, to be added eventually as I realize or run into them!

#writing #writblr #new writers on tumblr #new blog #its 3am now #fanfic #fan fiction #original writing #original character #fan character #fanworks #original works #new writing project #new writing blog #star wars #lotr #dragon age #character centric #but also some x readers or blank protags eventually??

[mediawhorefics]

STOP omg you've gotten me so exited now!! have been scrolling through your blog and realising how dumb I am to only just now notice you like sw LMAO

im gonna be honest my old jedi fallen order hyperfixation has flared up recently so ive been spending all my time consuming anything with cal in it, as well as replaying the game for the 3rd time. have you played jfo??

and omg I don't know if I can pick just one film!! I had covid recently and binged all of the films and they all have their ups and downs. and I haven't watched any of the animated shows BUT I've been meaning to when I have the time :D

character-wise, my faves will always be luke, din, poe, grogu, cal seeing as my previous hyperfixations have been finnpoe, and then dinluke, and then jfo. BUT ALSO obi wam kenobi coming out soon and all the hype surrounding it is making me love anakin and obi wan even more ahhh

tell me about your faves too!! I'm super interested :))

hahah yeah i do blog about it a fair bit but it's more prevalent on my personal blog for sure! but i have been saying for YEARS that it's an absolute tragedy that hp aus are the popular aus when star wars aus should be IT !!!!!!!!!

ok so i'm not a gamer at all, never played anything in my life basically, but i've watched people play jfo on yt a fair bit so i'm totally with you re: cal. he's SO precious, i love him <3 him and bd-1 are too much and thrilla was SUCH a good villain. impeccable vibes.

that's totally fair re: the movies. they've all got their pros and cons. there are only a few that are personally really not to my taste (yes i mean rise of skywalker) but i mostly love them all! and the animated shows are so good. the only ones i haven't seen yet is bad batch & resistance, but clone wars and rebels? chef's kiss ! i'm personally a revenge of the sith stan first and a human second haha. but a new hope & rogue one are up there too. and anything vader related in rotj is everything to me.

solid solid character choices. i love it!!!! i'm also a big dinluke supporter (and a luke skywalker IS gay truther). i actually started an ~undercover cop type dinluke fic a while back where din is like an undercover new republic agent trying to take down a Mandalorian crime sendicate and luke owed a lot of money to the hutts to pay off his aunt's medical bills and his debt was sold to the mandos so he's working off his debt there and then .... romance happens. i should pick it back up at some point, it had potentially haha. also finnpoe.... we could have had it all rip. thank you oscar isaac for your service.

my own personal fav is and has always been anakin. he is my space drama queen and i'm SO excited to see him in kenobi!!! but other favourites include din, kanan jarrus, luke, ahsoka, padme and my man obi. i was a prequels kid so I'm a bit biased towards those characters though ahah. i mean anakin & obi wan's relationship is everything. their relationship changed the fate of/influenced 20 years of galactic politics who ELSE is doing it like them????

anyways, i'm super obsessed with it, i could probably talk meta all night haha.

#dont ask me about anakin & leia being the same cos then i wll never shut the fuck up rip #that or kanan/hera #or why dinluke is thematically and conceptually so top tier #about me #star wars

[subway-tolkien]

What do you mean by "disney is planning to shoehorn a straight romance into the mandalorian?" did something leak?

Not that I've heard (beyond the Mara Jade stuff, which is still only rumor as far as I know) but experience has taught us all about Disney's dismal track record with/total aversion to queer representation. They'll slap a rainbow on a Mickey pin at the parks, but they won't put us on screen a significant role because it'll threaten their bottom line and there is nothing Disney cares about more than money. Not their consumers, not their employees, nothing is more important than money. Money, money, money. Everything is about money and who has the most.

So the idea of any major Star Wars character being anything but straight is to me a pipe dream.

#the owl house and pixar's short film Out are a good start #and if loki is actually canonically genderfluid *in the show* i might feel a little less cynical #but there's no way in hell Disney's going to let any significant star wars character be queer #i'm just a tired old fandom grandma #in thirty years i've had two ships become canon #one was straight #the other was an independent webcomic #so i'm cynical as hell #and i think it's well-earned at this point #bitter old ex-Disney employee #i'm actually hoping for no romance at all in the mandalorian #dinluke's fun but not a possibility at all #and i'm a hopeless romantic!

[positivityjediprince]

Dinluke fake dating to real dating au where dins family won't stop asking him about his romance life and he just wants it to stop

So he asks his cute neighbor to come to a family dinner as his fake boyfriend and Luke's like the cute neighbor with the sweet chaos child needs a fake date sure why not I'll get desert out of it at least

And so they go to dins family dinner and get settled only for someone Luke's related to to walk through the door with their partner (listen this is entirely based of who you ship it could be lukes Uncle Obi-Wan or it could be Aunt Ahsoka there are alot of mandalorian and jedi ships as long as its someone who knows Luke) and the situation internally combusts

(Din and Luke step in the hall to have a break down because this is not what was supposed to happen)

Because now now din has to be lukes fake boyfriend too for his family events. It becomes a more than one time thing

There is no escaping it

Next problem over the family events and actually getting to know each other so they can convince their families they're dating Luke starts to fall for the dad with the chaos child who's actually really sweet once he stops being quite so akward, and din starts falling for the pretty guy next door who is so kind to both him and his son

(Bonus points if the skywalkers are still famous and din just has no clue none at all until he ends up dragged to an event that is a family event but also a political dinner apparently? Luke had to drag him to get a more formal outfit. Din was extremely confused)

(I think I'm gonna show up a bit so if your okay I'm gonna go with 🐢 anon after the artoo tortoise au)

I cant wait to see what other ideas you have my dear 🐢 anon 🥰

I am LOVING this. The idea of someone from Luke's family also being there anf then it's double fake dating is INCREDIBLE. So this one kind of ran away with me im not going to lie...hope you enjoy nonetheless!

Luke is a really sweet neighbour who is very patient with Grogu throwing things into his garden and stealing his pets...Din is even starting to wonder if he's doing it on purpose to get to play with the nice neighbour who seems to have a constant supply of cookies. But obviously Din is very awkward so Grogu's efforts are unappreciated cause Din just is being Din.

Din needs a fake date....literally non of his friends will work they're all lesbians or already in a relationship...and there's not that many of them. But for some reason he trusts Luke he doesn't know why but he does. So he asks him.

Luke is shocked because they've lent eachother stuff before, like a lawnmower or sugar etc, and Din has asked him to be his fake date exactly the same way he awkwardly asks for a hedge trimmer. But Luke is more than happy to. Finally, he can get to actually properly interact with the handsome shy dad who dotes on his chaos baby, who may or may not be stealing food from his garden..but hey if the kids eating fruit!

He dresses up so nice, with the chanel boots ofc, and Din is ...distracted. The introductions are amazing! Everyone loves Luke. Paz maybe likes him a little too much...not that it matters they're only fake dating...but still.

Its been several days at the Mandalore house. Luke is still a hit and Din may be falling in love.

But then.

Then in walk Obi-Wan and Cody.

Luke goes completely white and Din is super worried, he whispers for Grogu to ask Luke to take him out or to the loo. They all leave and Luke is a mess. Gone is the charming and calm act, he is panicking. He loves his uncle but it WILL get back to his parents and the last thing he wants is a visit from them prying into his life.

Din isn't sure what to do, but he just let's his carer instincts lead him and calms Luke down. He then decides that they're going to steal his Mum's (the Armourer) truck and drive to the top of the hill the family house is near and star gaze.

Its super sweet. They're wrapped up in blankets and Luke is telling stories to Grogu about the different constellations. And Din is watching with heart eyes. Eventually Grogu falls asleep and now it's just the two of them. Luke says how he wishes it could always be like this; just the three of them and the stars. Din realises he's not falling in love, he's already fallen.

The rest of the trip is so much mutual pining.

Then when they return their rooms feel empty without the other. Luke struggles to sleep without Din's calming presence and Grogu's ridiculous snoring.

Then Anakin and Padmé demand invite Luke and Din to theirs. Din suddenly realises...Luke is the child of one of the biggest CEOs in the world. Luke admits how refreshing it was for people not to recognise him and how hard he's been working to move away from being The Luke Skywalker of the Skywalker company (especially as he disagrees with a lot of what the company does).

The family event is terrible and suddenly Din can't see Luke anywhere. Several people are looking. But non of them know Luke. Din heads outside, making sure not to be seen, and heads into the gardens. He doesn't know the place but he saw a small hill when they arrived.

Luke's there.

Hes staring at the stars with tears staining his face. Din sits next to him and let's him lean in and fully let go. As the crying calms down Din starts stroking Luke's hair and telling him about some stories about constellations. When Luke asks him how he suddenly knows some of these stories, Din admits how he had loved the way Luke spoke about the stories written in the stars and researched and read them for the next time they watch the stars "as a family."

Luke looks up at Din, asking if he truly means it. Din leans his head against Luke's and says there's nothing he'd like more than to have Luke truly and finally be in his family.

They confess.

They kiss.

There's a shooting star and they both, unbeknownst to the other, make the same wish.

#hello i kinda got really caught up in it lmaoooo #who knows what skywalker industries does? not me i just think thats the closest to an evil empire #its not important anyway all that matters is dinluke #love getting these asks omgggg #asks #dinluke #skydalorian #luke skywalker #din djarin #grogu

[june-girl-86]

Chapter 37

Finally they reach Gelgelar. The silver lining is giving them trouble and they hope it can be repaired. And then they actually find the one who can help them find Din's family. They learn quite a bit about the Jedi, the Force, and how everyone interprets it differently. Din has to try out the Force without being skilled at it. Will it work?

We are now on Gelgelar. On Wookiepedia there is information about the planet and the respective persons. I borrowed a few and wrote them suitable for me.

The chapter has become a little long, so it will be two parts.

The lyrics are from Anastacia from Time

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

Several loud alarm tones blared in the cockpit and the instrument gauges flashed persistently. Liara looked down into the cargo hold, where Din was kneeling in front of the open hatch, examining the wiring harnesses. There was no discernible source of failure there, according to the data. While Liara heard Din's annoyed "Dank Farrik," the silver lining jerked so hard that she was pressed against the wall and had to hold on to keep from falling down the opening. Another jerk and they suddenly jumped out of hyperspace. Liara rushed to the controls in case she needed to intervene, but she could already hear Din climbing the ladder to the cockpit.

"I'd say the lights have gotten even redder by now!", Liara informed him. Din sighed and took a seat in the pilot's chair. He deactivated one of the thrusters at a time, and after the restart, at least the alarms stopped. He rubbed his forehead thoughtfully.

"I'm afraid I can't find the problem. But we'd rather lose half a day than the entire engine!"

Liara nodded and took a look out the window. Deep blackness, only isolated small glittering dots could be made out in the distance. Somewhere there lay Gelgelar. Din grumbled, he wasn't just pissed about this problem. The message they had received from Boba made them both angry and sad. In Din it worked, as she knew him, he would like to turn back and look for the murderer of Ezer with Boba. But the fact that two former companions had been found alive had also triggered something in Din. She had noticed his fitful sleep and the bags under his eyes. At least the doctors on Nevarro had taken good care of Cara and she had woken up from her unconsciousness. Unfortunately, she didn't want to talk to anyone. Karga had also sent them a message about this, suggesting that Cara had suffered more than just external wounds from her torture.

While Din concentrated on steering the silver lining, his thoughts still wandered, remembering that he had been on Gelgelar once before. After Liara had told him where Dar was sending her, it had come back to him. He had not long joined Ran when they received an order. They were to get Shvash gas, which was plentiful and mined on the planets. It had actually worked brilliantly, the containers had not been secured at all at the time. Presumably it would not work so easily now, they had certainly learned from the theft. He wondered if he had found his clan, but there had been no signs of Mandalorians and he hadn't really looked around for that reason. A beep snapped him out of his thoughts and he noticed the information on the navigation panel. They had almost reached their destination.

Liara listened in amazement to the strange sounds Din made. He had never said that he could speak Sullustan. It sounded a bit bumpy and he seemed to swallow words every now and then, but the Sullustan on the other end of the line seemed to be satisfied with it and to understand everything. No one was allowed to enter Gelgelar without registration, otherwise there was a danger of being shot down, or of being blown off course by the strong winds and bad weather. The Sullustan guided Din through the dark, almost pitch-black towering clouds, the currents therein causing the silver lining to wobble, and Liara noticed how tense Din clutched the control stick. She clawed nervously at the padding of the armrests as it began to vibrate more violently and closed her eyes. She was somewhat reassured by the recurring voice of the Sullustan, as she hoped he would surely mean them no harm and let them fly to their doom. She exhaled in relief when it stopped again after a few minutes and they left the cloud, or had there been several. But then the alarm went off again.

"Dank Farrik!" cursed Din, and immediately resumed babbling in Sullustan.

"What's wrong?" asked Liara anxiously, eyeing the red warning lights reflected in Din's beskar. Din waited for the answer from the radio, then glanced briefly over his shoulder.

"He gives me a place in the spaceport, which is right next to the workshop. He receives the data and also sees that the silver lining has problems!"

Liara nodded. The statement only half reassured her, she hoped the silver lining would hold out until then and they wouldn't crash before then. She stretched in her seat to get a better look out the windows. Tens of raindrops pattered on it and ran down it. She couldn't see much of the surroundings except for the woods. In the middle of it in the open spaces were large tanks and Liara wondered what was stored there. They flew over several settlements, lanterns illuminating the small paths and metallic dwellings. It took a while longer, then the spaceport appeared in front of them. Light poles made this place seem almost daylight, among all the oppressive darkness.

"Don't forget that due to the thin atmosphere there is no optimal oxygen quality. The bad weather and the dense clouds, do not let pass since some days the Shvash gas, which escapes during the extraction in the fields. Therefore, when leaving the spaceport, they immediately put on the breathing mask, usually you can move without it for a few minutes. It is not dangerous for small children. If you don't have a breathing mask with you, Outfitters, Qulo's store, has 5 for the price of 2 today only. Hit them up, you can never have enough in stock! In the city there are information boards about the current oxygen level. Have a nice stay!"

The Sullustan said goodbye on Basic and ended the connection. A green flashing arrow on the landing pad directed Din to his parking spot. The silver lining jerked, then touched down softly anyway. Din expelled the held air with relief and shut down the thrusters.

"Well flown, Captain!", Liara smiled at him and squeezed the free part of his arm between the armor.

"It's been a long time since I needed Sullustan. Last time Ran helped me communicate!"

Liara who was leaving the cockpit and already standing on the ladder looked at him in surprise.

"You've been here before?"

Din nodded.

"Quite a long time ago, when I had newly joined Ran. Not much will have changed here in this bog hole!"

"What were you doing here?"

Din pursed his lips.

"Running errands without paying..."

Liara waved it off, preferring not to be so specific after all. Din followed her down and pulled a box out of one of the storage rooms. He waited until she had put on her coat, then handed her the equipment with the breathing mask.

Din could do without a mask; he was protected by his filter in his helmet. Voices could already be heard coming in from outside and he lowered the ramp.

When they left the silver lining, they were greeted by cold air mixed with the exhaust fumes of a starhopper that was just taking off. They saw a few lambda shuttles and freighters standing, the latter being unloaded and loaded. A few Twi'leks and Quarren were working in the field alongside humans and Sullustans. Several Jawas had loaded a mountain of scrap parts onto a cargo speeder and were pointing to a transport ship. Liara grinned. The little guys were all over the place, though. A Sullustan woman, her work clothes covered with oil stains, approached them and looked delighted.

"An old wookie! A treasure like that hasn't landed here in a long time. Or Taku, do you remember visiting?"

A Le-Bo maintenance droid trotted up behind her, dragging a clattering repulsor cart behind it, with all the tools inside. The droid answered in the negative and stopped.

"But I remember you for this! Different armor, but still the same thief! Where did you leave the long-haired one?" the mechanic said, pointing at Din. He stiffened slightly and the Sullustan laughed.

"Are you always this easy to figure out Mandalorian?"

Liara looked nervously at the two, guessing that Din was scanning the spaceport to see if there was any danger. But it didn't seem like in the next moment, policemen would jump out from all corners. And the mechanic also openly extended her hand.

"This planet is full of smugglers and criminals. You didn't expect someone to arrest you for what you stole here ages ago, did you? Maybe the freighter captain is still crying because he couldn't sell the actual amount. And even if he did, he's one of the many cheats because they don't pay the farmers properly. But the idiots can be told that so many times. As long as there's no one there who wants to be a millionaire, I guess they're happy with this one!"

A rumbling sounded, a few parts of the Jawas had made themselves independent and had fallen from cargo speeder . Now the clamoring began and the Sullustan sighed in annoyance.

"Look at the Jawas. I can't imagine anyone just letting them have this stuff. There's probably a spaceship or a house falling apart somewhere! But all unimportant, let me introduce you. I'm Nofre Ecls, I own this place!"

Din stared open-mouthed at the small woman under his helmet, still slightly shocked. Liara rolled her eyes and held out her hand to Nofre with a grin. She found the stranger sympathetic, who could certainly get along with Peli. The question was, who would be more likely to speak at these meetings? The Sullastan giggled and slapped Din on the back with amusement. Likewise, Liara touched him on the shoulder and he relaxed slightly. He cleared his throat and watched as the mechanic looked at the silver lining.

"From the sounds of it, there's something wrong with the drive!"

Din nodded and Nofre smiled. She pointed to a freighter further back.

"You're lucky, we got another supply of spare parts today. Completely. Last time the freighter was attacked by space pirates! I'll take care of the good stuff!"

"Thank you!" said Din, finally regaining his speech. Nofre instructed Taku that he should connect the diagnostic device and read the fault memory.

"Yes boss!"

The droid plodded past them, Liara noticing that it was dragging one leg a bit. Nofre noticed her glance. She spoke behind her hand in their direction so the droid couldn't hear.

"He's our senior, I've had to mend him so many times. I couldn't bring myself to take him out!"

Din thought of Kuiil at this. Here he would have a great time restoring things. He sighed as he remembered the Ugnaught and its trust in IG-11.

Nofre eyed the two curiously.

"You don't look like criminals or smugglers now, your visit aside. What brings you here? The weather certainly doesn't, the sunniest hours won't come for a few weeks!"

"We're looking for my family. We got the hint that Dagli could help us!"

Nofre frowned.

"You mean the Clan Djarin that lived here for a few years?"

Din winced when he heard the name and stared at the Sullustan in surprise from under his helmet.

"You... you know the clan?"

Nofre nodded eagerly.

"Of course. They weren't here by the time you arrived, though. Dagli took them to their new home. Oh I miss that old girl!"

"You mean they're gone?" asked Din, his voice trembling slightly, and Nofre confirmed it. She wondered a little at his excitement.

"There was a bit of law and order here, everyone had respect for the Mandalorians. I think the old wise man can help you out!"

"Who?"

Nofre laughed. She was aware, so much information at once overwhelmed them both somewhat.

"He lives in the shrine of Kooroo, he is very wise and connected to power. And he entertains the tourists when a few daring ones get lost here!"

She glanced at her watch and held out her arms to give them a lift.

"It's time for lunch. I'm sure you're hungry, too. I'll take you to Thulls. He owns Eel, the inn. His predecessor cooked so terribly that there was often food poisoning. Somebody killed him when he tried to open Eel's. Who could blame him... But Thulls is a true artist, cooking really tasty things from the little we can harvest here ourselves!"

They left the spaceport and Liara put on her breathing mask after Nofre reminded her. She, too, was wearing one. That didn't stop the Sullustan from yakking on, though, and Liara was already wondering if Peli hadn't put on a costume and was possibly underneath.

They walked down the hill on which the spaceport was built, past the general store that sold the breathing masks, and they could now see the small town. It was only drizzling lightly, Nofre was happy about that too and apologized for it over the stench. A channel ran centrally over which plates were laid, but from the cracks the foul smell still made it out. And again and again garbage lay on the side, moldering away.

When they reached the first buildings, they immediately noticed that most of them consisted of the plates of protective covers of old spaceships and some looked quite crooked. Next to residential buildings were small stores for clothing, then a baker, whose fantastic mushroom bread Nofre raved about to them. The local mushroom, Vohis mold, grew in the swamps and was also exported in large quantities.

"You must definitely, before you leave again, get the bread powder to mix yourselves!", Nofre gave them the tip and then pointed to a colorfully illuminated sign. This indicated to them that they had reached the Eel. They were astonished, it consisted mainly of the wings of TIE starfighters.

A pleasant warmth that made them forget the fresh wind blowing outside the door greeted them as they entered. The theme of old parts continued inside as well. The lamps consisted of spotlights and interior lighting, tables from the wings of all classes of starships, the chairs and benches from a wide variety of starships. The size and colors didn't really match, but it was an unusual style. The inn was well attended, but everyone's conversations and a group of Twi'leks' card game, ended abruptly when a Lannik sitting alone at a table jumped up, his chair tipped over in the process, and pointed his blaster at Din. All pairs of eyes, including the one of the Twi'lek with the eye patch, were on her. There was a certain tension in the air. The background music suddenly sounded loud enough for the Ithorian behind the counter to let out a yell, which still sounded friendly to the species. In his hands he held a rifle, but aimed at the lannik. Din seemed less dangerous to him.

"You there, bounty hunter. You got a puck on anyone here?"

Din, who had now also drawn his blaster, shook his head.

"No, I'm just passing through!"

The Ithorian nodded and gave the Lannik a dirty look.

"Put the blaster down, or you won't need to show your face around here again!"

The Lannik hissed back, but put the weapon away and sat down again. Still, he kept glancing cautiously over at Din. Everyone else turned their attention back to things before they were interrupted.

Liara took off her mask and wiped the sweat from her brow. Nofre put a hand on her arm reassuringly.

"No one has died in here yet!"

She pointed to a sign on the wall.

Shootings outside please, the rain will wash away the blood!

Liara snorted, though she hadn't really felt like laughing just then. Nofre led her to the counter, where Thull greeted the newcomers and eyed them curiously.

"Has the old man been here yet?" asked Nofre. Thull replied in the negative.

"I guess he'll be back chatting with everyone. The older he gets, the later he gets here!"

Nofre laughed out.

"Then I would go ahead and order food for us. Thull what do you have delicious on offer today?"

"Reeho stew in Vohis mold sauce!"

Nofre nodded.

"Please three times then. I invite you!" she informed Din and Liara and the two followed her to an alcove where they could talk undisturbed.

Din took off his helmet, Thull brought them a big jug of water to drink and disappeared again. Liara looked around curiously. In a recess in the wall a fire was crackling in a fireplace, next to it was a music box, where a Quarren was critically examining the selection. After he could not decide, he let it stay and sat down back with his friends. From the kitchen, dishes could be heard clattering and the typical beeping sound of a droid.

Nofre explained to Din, who had asked about it, that the Reeho was a native, beautiful colorful bird. Its only enemy was the Glasaur, which resided in the swamp forests they had surely seen on their approach here. Whereas this relatively intelligent lizard had quickly found out that they got longer from Sullustans or humans than from such a bird. So the Reeho multiplied after the Glasaur ignored it, and in one year almost wiped out the entire mushroom harvest. Since then, it has been open for hunting.

"Not only does it taste exquisite. The feathers also have value and are exported. I heard they are used mostly for dream catchers!" ended Nofre's report, toasting the two with her glass. Liara returned it and while she drank, she glanced out the window that was behind Nofre. A few raindrops were thrown on the window pane, then she noticed how a Trandoshan stepped out of the house across the street and threw a large ball of cloth and plastic to the floor and tied it with a chain that was attached to the wall. He left again, but the bundle moved and she could make out a small hand. Liara almost choked.

"What?" she groaned, and Nofre turned curiously to see what was going on outside. Her shoulders shrugged at that as she spotted it.

"Oh he let her out again. We were beginning to think he sold them too!"

Nofre noticed the questioning looks as she turned back to the two.

"Boyk, he deals in weapons and his other Trandoshan friends like to riot when he gets it on them. Most of the time they just scare the visitors, they leave us alone. After all, it would be stupid to attack someone who could still be useful. However, his preference for human children makes one quite sick. There are two big settlements here in the swamps, one is mainly inhabited by human farmers, they have been here for a long time and when our kind settled here, the colony was just too full and another one was established. Whereas it has stagnated for a few years and only a few farmers want to earn their money here. Probably because the work on the Shvash gas fields is not without danger and there are not only injured people. If smaller bubbles go up, it's not bad, but in the last big catastrophe two years ago, we had countless fatalities. It was terrible. We only have one doctor here, but he couldn't really do anything. Well, Boyk took advantage of that. The farmers work together, but in the settlements everybody still wants to be for himself. And so nobody cared when Boyk took the children whose parents didn't survive. Five children he sold, the survivor as we call her he kept. She also became an attraction for the tourists who put their money. The child has none of it, he takes it from her. Now we haven't seen her for a few weeks and we thought maybe she was finally free in a way. Either she was sick or he needed her for other things. I don't even want to imagine!"

Chagrined, Nofre glanced out again at the wet street. The little hand had found a stone with which to slide along the wall. Liara was horrified and looked at Din, stunned. He could read him her eyes what she was thinking, but he shook his head. It was too dangerous to make trouble here and Liara knew that herself. She sighed and Din squeezed her hand.

Before they could talk about the subject further, their food was brought to them, which smelled exquisite and, as they then discovered, tasted just as good.

They had just finished eating when the door opened and an older man with a long gray beard, a red bead woven into the top of it, pulled down his breathing mask. His yellow hat added a bit of color to the drab surroundings and Nofre jumped up.

"We've been waiting for them!"

He looked first at the Sullustan, then curiously past her to see who we should be, and spotted Din. He jerked both arms up and waved his staff.

"How long do you Mandalorians actually take when you ask them to come to you?" he grumbled, and Din pointed at himself, perplexed. The old man nodded. Nofre offered him her seat and took her leave.

"I've got another ship to fix!" she said, winked at everyone and left. Meanwhile, old Thull called out that he wanted the dish of the day and shook himself.

"Now I've been here so long, but I still haven't gotten used to the weather!"

Then he leaned back, folded his arms and looked at Liara and Din.

"Well I am Glovan Thule. But no one has called me that in a long time, and I have to keep reminding myself. You can also call me wise old man!"

He winked at Liara and she smirked. Thull set his plate down for him and they watched him shovel the food into himself as if he hadn't had anything to eat in weeks. After he had finished, he waved to the Ithorian, who, without Thule saying anything at all, brought him a reddish liquid in a narrow glass. He drank it all at once and his eyes began to shine. The old man rubbed his belly and grinned.

"The most delicious liquor in the galaxy! I'll be happy to buy you a drink!"

They both declined with thanks, but Din cleared his throat and Thule looked at him.

"You're still wondering about my statement. So that brat of a Twi'lek didn't tell you anything?"

Din denied, guessing who the old man meant. Thule ran a hand through his beard and played thoughtfully with the red bead.

"Thought she might steal from me. Was at work in my quarters under the shrine. She made acquaintance with my wooden staff. Probably thought she could scare me with her knives. Then she threatened me that she was on the way with a Mandalorian and he would come and kill me. That's when I told her I'd actually like to meet him. So many Mandalorians haven't strayed here yet and I thought maybe it could be the one Lean had been looking for all these years. And that nose can't deny being a Djarin!"

Din clenched his fists, he was so angry at Xi'an. He probably would have found his family by now, but she had kept it from him. That time in Ran's group, he really thought at the time, they were comrades to be trusted. Well he knew now how wrong he had been. Liara noticed how this information worked in him. Her hand rested reassuringly on his knee as he bobbed his leg up and down.

"The Neti Dar has given us the clue that Dagli can tell us where the clan is!" she explained to Thule. He nodded.

"Yes Dagli was already here when I arrived on Gelgelar. She stayed in the shrine and kept in touch with the hidden worlds. Dagli helped the clan leave for one of the worlds and flew with them. They didn't tell me the coordinates, unfortunately!"

Din lowered his head in disappointment, so here was the end of the journey. He noticed a strange smile from the old man out of the corner of his eye.

"Don't give up yet. I'll help you!"

He said nothing more about it, however, but pulled out of his pocket a pipe and tobacco. He calmly stuffed it and then smoked his pipe with relish.

An hour later, the three of them left the Eel and headed for the shrine, because Thule Din now wanted to explain how he could find out where his family was. After a few minutes, they had reached the city limits and the paved road ended. The canal that ran along below it now meandered through shrubbery, into the marsh that was beginning. From here they could see the shrine that had been built on the hill. They followed the rocky path, which was slippery in places due to the wet weather. Plants had grown on the rock despite the adverse conditions. Liara noticed a tall shrub, whose flowers looked black with white stripes very interesting. She was tempted to smell it, but at that moment she remembered that it didn't work with the breathing mask. The old man took a few steps back to her.

"You wouldn't believe it, but the flowers are just for distraction!"

He pointed his staff at the base of the plant. There, in a clump, grew many bluish-looking fruits, their skin scaly.

"Our lizard fruit camouflages itself in green most of the time, just like the glarsaur. You can actually find it mostly in the swamp forests. Now that it's ripe, it gives away its pretty color. Go ahead and grab them, they taste delicious. Thull makes this delicious red liquor from them!"

Liara didn't hesitate for long, harvesting the fruit and putting it in her bag.

"Don't throw the peel away. Let it dry and if you have a cold you can use it as an infusion or tea!", Thule informed her. He brushed Liara's hand as he walked off and she felt a slight tingle. He looked at her piercingly.

"You are power-intensive!"

Liara nodded.

"My mother was a guardian, my father from Din's grandfather's clan! Both are sadly no longer alive!"

Liara pulled the small brown leather pouch from her pocket and showed him the contents. Thule clasped the pouch and her hand with his. He inhaled deeply, as if he was regaining life energy through the crystal. Then he smiled at Liara.

"Dagli will teach you well in everything!"

He pointed with his staff to a few huts below the slope. One already had its roof caved in.

"This is where the Clan Djarin lived. I think they were here for about three years. But they never really arrived here. Dagli then made them the proposal to travel to one of the Hidden Planets. She came from there and was homesick. Your grandfather and uncle had carried a lot of ballast and grief on their shoulders and in their hearts. I tried to help them a little. Your uncle in particular had been only a shadow after he had to leave without his daughter. Your grandfather then asked me, if you should come here one day, how he could tell you where they were without the wrong person getting hold of it. It took a little while, but I taught him how his spirit could leave his body."

Thule noticed from Din's posture and the way he tilted his helmet toward Liara that he could not interpret the statement correctly. The old man planned to talk about it in more detail with the two of them in the shrine.

The trail led them on, between tall grasses that swayed back and forth, purring in the wind. It almost sounded as if they were whispering things to each other. When the wall of grasses cleared, they had to climb a staircase carved into the rock that wound the last few feet up the slope and led to the shrine.

A weathered statue welcomed them, its head turned upward toward the sky. On the forecourt was a small basin set into a rock, it seemed almost like a bird bath. But on closer inspection, one could see the spring flowing down from the rock. Next to it there was the possibility to take a seat on a small bench. Thule went there, put his staff on it and dipped his hands into the basin. He asked Liara and Din to do the same.

"We all want to be at peace with ourselves when we deal with the Force!" he explained to the two. Then Thule took them to his quarters, which were in the lower part.

Whoever had once built this shrine had not cared how he lived underneath. The windows, rather small peepholes and the door crooked. For this, you could tell that those were concerned with presenting what was significant. The wide dome above, supported by four thick columns also formed of stone, was overgrown with lichen and moss. One could see the bronze-colored roof only in small places flashing out.

Underneath, however, was the actual shrine. Smaller columns connected with glass walls supported a dome with a spire on top, which in turn touched the main roof, making it one. Before following Thule into his abode, they took a look down into the valley. The clouds were no longer so dangerously black and dense, yet the sun did not come through. They could also see the spaceport, as a ship just left it and disappeared into the cloud cover. The settlements, the workers on their small boats in the swamps and somewhere a crash was heard. Startled by this, several fiery red feathered birds swooped out of one of the forests, screeching loudly across the sky.

"Oh, there's another gas bubble gone up!" muttered Thule, leading them into his apartment. It was simply furnished, a bed, a sitting area and kitchenette. Behind a closed door Din guessed the bathroom. The old man took off his mask, Liara did the same and put it on the dining table. A narrow spiral staircase wound upwards, where Thule now took them.

When they entered the shrine, they noticed the ancient floor, in which ornaments and small mosaics were set in blue and yellow. As large as the room was, this represented the galaxy, small larger circles planets and stars and lines connecting them. In the center was also a circle in which there was a fire bowl. The decorations were also found on the pillars, Liara carefully ran her fingers over them, in a few places the paint was already peeling off. Thule seemed to have activated a mechanism, because the windows suddenly darkened and in the next moment several flames blazed in the bowl. These reflected on Din's armor. Thule now turned to Liara first, however.

"How far along are you in your training?"

Liara puffed out her cheeks briefly and told him what Ahsoka had shown her so far.

"I'm also not sure that contact with Din when he was in a coma would have even happened without Morai!"

The old man nodded.

"I have heard of the Convor lady, she is very strong. But I think with your help we'll be able to coax the Mandalorian out of his hidden secrets yet! As they say, a strong will will penetrate even a rock!"

He winked at Liara, but then became a bit more serious.

"Your mother actually broke every Jedi law!"

Liara lowered her head, casting a sideways glance at Din, and Thule nodded.

"Yes also you should not be together!"

Din, who had been patterning a motif on the ground, jerked his head around frantically. His mind began to work and Thule sensed the Mandalorian's agitation.

"Calm down. There have always been exceptions and not everyone thought that way. But the lesson now was that love can turn to hate and hate is the greatest danger of falling into the clutches of the dark force. I don't see it that way and that's why I wasn't very popular with my views. Especially loneliness promotes thoughts that can also drag you down. Even though I have chosen this life, to live alone, I am not lonely. I have my friends here and I am not afraid of closing my eyes forever. Your mother has released many of her feelings, the crystal has absorbed this. If she had left the temple in time to find someone to take over her task, the crystal would still be in place. That's why you are the successor now, it responds to you!"

Liara gulped.

"And what happens when I am of age?"

Thule smiled.

"Either you train someone foreign before then, or pass it on to your children!"

The old man looked at Din, who had listened to this explanation with interest.

"Please take off your helmet and give me the dark saber! Your grandfather once had it in his hands and this is how we can make this connection!"

Din wasn't really sure how the two of them were going to manage it. He sighed and handed the handle of the weapon to Thule. As he took it in his hands and activated it, the old man smiled pensively. The gentle hum of the saber and the crackle of the fire had a calming effect. Then, however, he frowned. He took a few steps away from Din, they seemed graceful. He swung the weapon back and forth in his hand, turning gracefully with it, not showing his age. Then he kept the tip of the saber pointed at Din.

"You used the Force!"

It was a statement, not a question.

Liara stared at Din in surprise as he nodded slightly.

"It flew into the palm of my hand, but I was under the impression that the neti had helped me with it! That's why I didn't think it was worth mentioning!"

Thule beamed all over his face at the confirmation.

"Maybe, but I don't believe it. Sit in the middle, we'll take a seat next to you!"

Thule handed the saber back to Din.

"Beautiful weapon. Such power emanating from it, like my lightsaber once did. Unfortunately, I lost it while fleeing the Empire long ago..."

His look, first admiration, then you could see the sorrow for the loss of his sword. Thule shook his head, trying to get rid of this memory. He looked again at Din.

"What do you know all about the Force?"

"What Ahsoka has told me. The Force is in everything and those who can sense it take the energy from their environment!"

Thule smirked at the simple explanation.

"Yes it is everywhere, in the air, here in this stone floor, this flame. You seem to have released something in you during your struggle. Actually, it's in all of us, but for many it doesn't come out because that part of consciousness isn't used. Every living being has midi-chlorians in its blood. Without them, there would be no life in the galaxy. Most of them are firmly convinced, only with a large amount it is possible to feel the power. But I disagree. If you are a peaceful being, you too will have the opportunity to discover a new world for yourself through it. The neti helped you in the end because you could not have done it alone and they knew about your good intentions. I cannot train you to be a Mandalorian Jedi in a day, as your Mand'alor Tarre Viszla once was. But with the young lady's assistance, we should be able to pave the way for you to reach where your grandfather once was!"

Thule pointed to the dark saber.

"Please continue to hold it in your hand at all times, no matter what!"

Din nodded. He looked a little helplessly at Liara, but she smiled encouragingly at him.

"Please close your eyes and focus on my voice!" the old man instructed him. Din took a deep breath, then closed his eyes. A little further behind him, he could hear the hissing of the fire in the bowl. "Attention!" said Thule, then a bright sound rang out, brought on by the old man with a singing bowl. Even when he put it aside again, it could still be heard. Then the old man and Liara each touched him on the wrists.

"Do you feel how much endurance and power is in that single note? How it glides through everything, even your armor?"

Din concentrated on this, actually feeling that his chest plate in particular had absorbed the sound and was passing it on to his body. Light vibrations penetrated him.

"Take a deep breath in and out. Feel your breath circulating through your body. Breathe in and out consciously. Listen to the heartbeat of your breath. Relax your back and shoulders."

Thule could see Din's shoulders loosen and he nodded to Liara. He had caught her a little off guard earlier when he had entered her mind to tell her what to do. She nodded back and concentrated as well. She, like Din, continued to listen to the old man's words.

"All your emotional baggage is leaving you with every breath that leaves you. Shake your inner tension free, send it out of you, with every heartbeat, it becomes less!"

Din felt sleepy, Thule's voice was soothing and his body responded to every word. And although it sounded quieter and quieter, as if Din was moving away from him, he understood everything he said.

"As you breathe, make inner peace with yourself and all your worries. Now breathe deeply, until you bring your body and consciousness into a stillness and lightness. You stretch out your arms and stand on both feet. Feel the solid ground and see the light blue light enveloping your body, protecting you. Do you see it?"

Din nodded, just didn't know, did he really, or only in his mind. It was all so far away somehow.

"You leave this light and go your own way now!"

Din didn't understand what Thule meant by that, but then the blue light pulled away from him, disappeared, and darkness formed around him. And then he felt this tingling sensation. He looked at his hand clutching the dark saber, from there it emanated and traveled down his arm, spreading throughout his body. Again a bright sound rang out, taking hold of him. The vibrations became more, traveling from his toes to the tips of his hair throughout his entire body. Excitement and curiosity mixed with uncertainty about what was happening to him. He felt a tug on him, as if someone was reaching for him, trying to pull him out of his armor. He gasped for air, trembling slightly, but then he perceived Liara's voice reassuring him, telling him to let go and trust.

Din breathed deeply again, feeling warmth and security just from her voice. A source of light flickered below him in the darkness, and when he looked down, his breath caught. He saw Thule, Liara, and himself sitting in front of the fire bowl. His amazement lasted but a blink of an eye, then a red light rushed toward him, circling him and forcing him to close his eyes.

He heard Thule's voice, but it was so quiet, just a whisper, that he had to concentrate.

"Remember your childhood, when your parents were alive. Remember the protection, the care and security they gave you, the love and happiness of having a family. You still carry in your hearts the innocence of that child!"

Time keeps runnin′ away

No matter what's left behind

It keeps on movin′

Before Din opened his eyes, he felt the warm rays of the sun on his cheek, the gentle wind, it smelled a little like lemons. And this smell reminded him of home. Even though it was so long ago now, he thought of the lemon trees that were there in masses, of the little avenue that had always given him shade as a child. He blinked several times, the sun blinded him. When he could see more clearly, he noticed the palm trees and the white marble fountain that stood in the center of the marketplace. Din, was back on Aq Vetina. But not as an adult, but as a little boy. He was barefoot, feeling the rough sand under his feet. His toes played with the coarse grains of sand. He could remember that his mother had always asked him to wear shoes. But the other children also went without shoes, since it was not far to the beach. It was hardly worthwhile to put on shoes. But now there were no children here, or other inhabitants of the small town. It was like dead...

Only the splashing of the fountain was to be heard. Din bent down to pick up a small stone and threw it into the water basin. An additional splash sounded and Din grinned. Some days they had sat together in a large group of children and hours later, had fished all the little stones out of the water again. Din wondered why he was here. As he bent down to pick up another stone, he heard a rustling sound. He winced and turned to the source of the noise.

"Din!"

Standing by a palm tree was a man in Mandalorian armor, the sun reflecting off the silver and causing a green hue to shimmer out. The man detached himself from the palm tree and approached him. He had black curly hair, already a few gray strands in it. And Din recognized him from the memory that had shown him to the Gurlanin. His grandfather indeed had the same nose as him and in his brown eyes, was to be seen the joy when he saw his grandson standing in front of him.

"I'm afraid I don't know how much time has passed in the meantime, but Thule actually did it!"

He went down on one knee in front of Din and eyed the young one.

"I hope you've had a good life so far, and that those who raised you have been good surrogate parents to you!"

Din just nodded, speechless. His grandfather laughed liberatedly.

"That's how long my spirit has been waiting here, to finally be able to tell you where to find us!"

He leaned down to Din's ear and whispered something into it. Din nodded, he would not forget those coordinates. Then his grandfather took him in his arms, Din held onto him. Never wanted to let him go.

"We will meet again. Take care of yourself, my boy!"

Din felt the tear running down his cheek.

The voice faded, the body disappeared, and Din only grasped at nothing. A gust of wind tugged at his clothes. Something red flew with him and that's when he noticed his clothes disintegrating. He closed his eyes and felt the tug again.

Time keeps running away

No matter what′s left behind

It keeps on moving

Tomorrow is not in today

And all of your yesterdays

Are only a matter of

Time.

Din fell, he could feel the resistance on his clothes, but he saw nothing in the darkness. It was like the feeling when he had tried the jetpack for the first time and had not yet come to terms with the controls. He rowed his hands as if he could stop the fall that way. His heart was pounding up to his throat and he could feel the panic flaring up inside him. Was he not going to get out of this? Couldn't Thule and Liara help him anymore? But then it began to sparkle around him, he was surrounded by stars and the falling slowed down. Then, from far away, he heard Thule's voice again.

"Breathe in and out deeply again. Remember that I led you to the mountaintop. That is where you must return!"

Din thought of the shrine, trying to calm himself, and the tug on his body grew stronger again. A bright sound caught him and he knew that he was on the right path.

And the journey of a lifetime

Will begin with one step

When you're climbing up that mountain

It′s so easy to forget

It's one step at a

"Breathe deeply out and in. Feel the warmth in this space and with each breath you get closer to your body and come back!"

It was like a suction, he felt so heavy and his innermost but still light.

"Open your eyes!"

Din lay on his side, his cheek touching the cold floor and he felt like his heart would explode at any moment. His breath was shock-white and sweat was running from his forehead. The saber had slipped from his hand, lying between him and Thule. His fingers ached, so tightly had he gripped the weapon. His spine burned like fire, the pain traveling up and down his back. He shivered and blurredly saw Liara bending over him, touching him anxiously. His ears were buzzing; he couldn't hear what she was saying to him. Din felt the nausea rising in him. He managed to get to his knees, and scrambled on all fours away from Thule and Liara. Then he threw up.

#the burden of responsibility #the mandalorian fanfic #din djarin fanfiction #gelgelar #din djarin x female oc #din djarin x oc #din djarin/original female character(s) #jedi #shrine #temple #force sensitive #clan djarin #star wars fanfiction #sullustan #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal #aq vetina

[shinhatigf]

ok because I am mad at star wars: here's what I consider to be canon in star wars, in order from most canon to least canon, based on how much I like it and vibes. I won't be including things that I haven't seen or haven't come out yet. 

(lol this got really long and i want to keep it pinned so i can find it easily to edit so the actual content is going under a read more)

obviously the original trilogy is #1 on this list. it was the Blueprint. and aside from being the first it’s also the best. comfort movies i love them so much

jedi: fallen order (YES it is this high on the list I just finished the game three minutes ago and I'm fully deceased this is probably my favorite star wars thing ever)

rogue one is my personal favorite star wars movie. point blank bar none beautiful wonderful incredible movie. the moment with cassian and jyn at the end, just content to be in each other's space.... I'm in awe. CINEMA. perfection. beautiful.

andor is directly after this because it was absolutely incredible and everything i’ve ever wanted from star wars

revenge of the sith novelization by matthew stover. he invented literature idk what to tell you

2d animated clone wars. it is so fun everyone in that show is girlbossing to the extreme & i love it sm

the mandalorian season 1. stunning spectacular wonderful that’s everything i needed

the clone wars (2008-2020). this show single-handedly saved the star wars franchise which I find fascinating and incredible, and is the reason I now have star wars brainrot. ahsoka is and always has been my favorite out of all star wars ever

the book of boba fett episodes 1 & 2. forever riding the high of boba fett dancing with the tuskens. also i don't remember if boba's rancor was in the first two episodes but he's up here too

master and apprentice. really really good book, claudia gray knocked it out of the park. I love getting to know more about qui-gon and his relationship with obi-wan. also pax and rahara my beloveds

the phineas and ferb star wars special (i'm being 100% serious here)

I'm just going to do all the books at once unless I really like one. (this is also in order.) lost stars by claudia gray, kenobi by john jackson miller, queen's shadow by e.k. johnston, leia princess of alderaan by claudia gray, ahsoka by e.k. johnston

the prequels, but only in the sense that the big overarching plot points are canon to me. like for example anakin and padmé absolutely fall in love but in my heart they way they interacted was much different because george lucas doesn't know how to write romance

star wars rebels (ezra come home I miss u)

tarre vizsla origin story. it doesn't exist yet but I'm manifesting it. I want it so badly tarre vizsla my beloved

the original episode ix script: duel of the fates. while i am aware this is the script for a movie that will never exist or be acknowledged, i just love it so much. rey solana journeys on

solo: a star wars story! I think this movie is really fun and I enjoy it a lot. I really like han's characterization, especially the contrast between where he was at the beginning of this movie and where he was at the beginning of a new hope.

kenobi: meh it was alright. tiny leia was cute

the mandalorian seasons 2-3. now what was all that

the book of boba fett episodes 3-7. haven't watched the most recent episode but holy fuck how did it go off the rails so fast!! I love boba fett sm tho so anything with him has to be higher than the sequels at least

about 70% of the force awakens. this is probably my personal second favorite star wars movie. I love rey and I love finn and I love poe so much

the lego star wars christmas special

about 40% of the last jedi (i actually love this movie but it is very deeply flawed, i would change massive pieces of it if im being honest. it's the new moon of the star wars franchise)

absolutely none of the rise of skywalker except for the scene where rey, finn, and poe are hugging, so relieved to be back together and safe.

the bad batch

honorable mentions include every single thing tumblr user husborth has ever said or written, incorrectdisasterlineage's quotes, and that padmé didn't die in rots and helped to found the rebellion

#you did hear me right I said phineas and ferb #I just rewatched it and it's canon compliant while also being one of my favorite star wars things so I'm keeping it #this list is liable to change #star wars #I'm serious here my canon is the only canon that matters to me #star wars canon is a bendy ruler and i'm a little kid 2 seconds away from snapping it in half #ryn dot text #ryn canon

[cheriboms]

Ok I just saw your tags on that ask and YES. I legit didn't see Din as being interested in that woman, or like anyone else for that matter. I feel like even if he has dated people in the past and they make that canon... it won't negate my headcanon. I dated someone too just cause I thought I should, but I'm hella aroace and IDK man, it's just so nice to see an action protagonist whos driving force is a foundling and not romance?? Like you said it's so validating!!

I completely agree!! I’ve seen people argue that he can’t be aro/ace because of his implied past relationship with Xi’an, but like... aroace people can have prior relationships...? Like you said, it might be because an assumption that the person is supposed to, or (considering how Xi’an acts lol) their ‘relationship’ may have been exaggerated :’D

But i definitely agree!! I’m glad there’s been little to no romance at all (within... any of the characters, tbh?)!! :D Considering how Mandalorian creed is traditionally very based in family (yet another reason to clash w Jedi lol), I’m honestly thrilled that they decided to have that be the focus, rather than the usual action/romance that we see.

(Actually, come to think of it, I guess that would make sense since Jedi are taken from their families, and the risk of going Dark Side (or just leaving the Order) would come from a potential love interest (ie Anakin/Padme, Obi-Wan/Satine) -- so essentially, the focus or drama would be most rooted in that. For a series to be focused on a Mandalorian, it really does make sense that the more meaningful thing to them would be familial love rather than necessarily romantic love. Not saying there can’t be any interest, but there would be more of a story in terms of family, if that makes sense. I didn’t mean to ramble out a self-realization but anyway there we are :’D)

I know a lot of people are desperate for some love interest, but I hope they don’t go into any of that (or at least not for a long time), since I feel like the focus of the show (Din and Grogu) could risk getting overshadowed etc. Plus we love the potential aroace rep :D

#cherry thoughts #dollopheadsandclotpoles #I GOT SO OFF TRACK MY BAD LMBO #plus not to be weird but din confirmed that he has NOT yet shown his face to anyone (which would include xian) #so like... the helmet stays ON during s*x????? THAT SEEMS AWKWARD BUT GO OFF #plus like. what can u even do?? u cant kiss or anything #(((yes those are the only two things i know that couples do :'D i am ace as heck))) #idk man it just feels like massive aroace clues to me #ANYWAY TY FOR THE ASK #UR REALLY COOL AND TY FOR INDULGING ME :'D #star wars #the mandalorian #din djarin

[himboskywalker]

I recently downloaded and started playing the Old Republic game. And I remembered (I hope I'm actually remembering the right author!!!) you wanted to do a time travel fic and I'm now even more excited for it then I was.

Yes that’s me! I’ll probably start on that one next year,along with another time travel fic I have up my sleeve when I finish the cmwia sequel and get further into Rule of Two. I’m insane,but not insane enough to have 3 major 100k+ fics going at the same time. At the moment I’m anticipating it to be about the length of cmwia and it’s certainly going to be the most action and adventure based fic I’ve written so far so I’m pretty excited to expand my horizons as an author and work on a more plot driven story,which I tend to struggle with. I should also mention,because I keep saying Old Republic,that most of the fic will actually be during the Jedi/Mandalorian Wars and the Sith rebellion with Revan,which technically is more Knights of the Old Republic games,but falls under the umbrella of the Old Republic novels.

I am a WHORE for all the characters in Revan and revolving around the Sith breaking with the Jedi during that period and I am feral for you guys to see Anakin and Atton Rand interact. I’ve never really done an opposing romance to threaten the Obikin dynamic but I’ll just openly tell you guys because it’s a long way off and I’m stoked,that there will be some Anakin/Atton before the Obikin happens. Can I get a hell yeah for probably being the only person who ships that? Well y’all get to endure it and find out how feral I am for Atton!

#star wars #my fanfic stuff #star wars the old republic #star wars knights of the old republic #swtor #atton rand #kotor2 #sw kotor 2 #old Republic au

[june-girl-86]

Chapter 22

Chapter 22 overview: Din is badly injured and they take him to the medical center. Can they help him there?

Pairing: Din Djarin x OC Female!Reader

Rating: Mature/Explicit (+18)

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

Watch out it gets bloody and wounds are described.

I am not in the medical field and hope I have not been too wrong in the descriptions of the treatments. 😉

Ran bent over the badly injured Din and laughed. The light from his lamp slid over the massive wounds and he saw the pool of blood forming beneath the Mandalorian. The sandy ground steadily soaked up Din's lifeblood. Din's hand moved, seeking his blaster, but before he could get anywhere near it, Ran planted his foot on it. The Mandalorian groaned.

"Oh Mando, what has become of you? You know, the good thing about hovering under the radar is that you pick up on things. I also heard that you have a special sword. And I guess you won't be needing that now anyway!"

Ran could hear Din's heavy breathing through his modulator.

"I knew you'd agree with me!"

He let go of Din's hand, then kicked his legs, or what was left of them. A wave of pain ran through the Mandalorian and he wailed piteously. Ran chuckled and spotted the hilt of the saber on Din's belt. But that was to be the last thing he saw. As he blinked again, the bullet hit him in his eye, piercing his head, and before his body reached the ground, he was already dead. It was silent, only the dragging sounds of Din's breathing could be heard. Then footsteps crunched on the sand and Fennec stepped into the alley.

"Dank Farrik!"

Cursing, she hastily strapped her rifle to her back.

"Fett we have a problem!" she announced through the communicator, reaching under Din's armpits to pull him out of the darkness to the nearest light source.

"Mando, don't make yourself so hard!"

The Mandalorian did not respond.

"Did you find the crushgaunts?"

Fennec groaned.

"Not just. That Twi'lek turned Mando's legs to mush!"

Fett just let it click on the line, and Fennec knew it would show up soon.

Ezer had just frozen his bounty in carbonite and moved away from the silver lining again when he noticed that the link between the communicators was still open. He actually wanted to alert Din to this until he understood the snippets of conversation. As Din roared in pain, Ezer immediately left the hangar and ran back to the cantina where they had separated. He was considering where to find him when he heard a gunshot and saw several people throw themselves to the ground at a corner, startled. He ran in that direction with his blaster drawn, people approaching him, and when Ezer finally reached the alley, he was met by several impressions. His lamp caught in the dark part a man who was missing half his head and his brain matter was all over the place. A woman was kneeling in front of Din, on her back she had a rifle. Turning around in a flash, she aimed a blaster at him and he raised his hands.

"I'm from the guild and I work with Mando!"

She eyed him briefly, then lowered the blaster and tucked it back into the holster on her belt.

"I am Fennec Shand. We need to remove his armor, help with that!"

"Oh, I didn't expect to meet her once!" he stuttered in surprise, taking off the breastplate she was removing. Shand was a legend. The woman sighed.

"Alas, under such circumstances!"

Ezer nodded, and he noticed now that she had already set aside his helmet and cloak. Din's face was all ashen. As he went to remove the thigh plates, his gaze went down Din's legs for the first time and he paused.

"Snark (shit)!" he gasped. He blinked, hoping his thoughts were just playing a nasty trick on him. The pants were torn, all a bloody mass, and bones were sticking out. Ezer swallowed, nausea rising in him. He retched and coughed.

"Boy!"

Ezer glanced at Shand.

"Concentrate. You won't help me if you keel over, too!"

The young man cleared his throat and now removed the last of Din's armor. He placed everything neatly on his cloak and tied up the package.

"Osik (shit)!" someone cursed, and Ezer saw that a man in green Mandalorian armor was approaching. Ezer guessed that this was Boba Fett. He had seen him from afar here on Tatooine before. "How did this happen?"

Shand looked up at him as she checked Din's pulse.

"I lost them both, and then I heard him scream!"

"Osik (shit)!" scolded Fett again and disappeared. Ezer looked after him in irritation.

"Where's he going to go? We can use every hand!"

He jumped up and went after him, but Fennec yanked him back by the arm.

"He'll have figured something out. The belt around his thigh won't do any good!" she muttered, seeing that the pool of blood had grown larger and larger. Ezer took off his jacket, wrapped it around the wound and pressed firmly. It seemed like an eternity to him, then he heard an annoyed beep and looked to the street. There, Boba was jumping off a cargo speeder and the droid was chirping.

"I don't give a shit if your ride gets dirty. You get us to the medical center or you end up in the junkyard and the Jawas will have great joy with you!" threatened Fett. The droid beeped in offense, but then fell silent. Fett tore off the fabric of the awning from a store that had already closed, and they rolled Din onto it. He made a few sounds of pain, but otherwise did not move. Carefully they lifted him in the cloth onto the speeder. Ezer grabbed the tied up cloak with Din's armor and jumped onto the vehicle, which now started to move without anyone having to argue with the droid again.

Doctor Anandi sat in his rest area and stretched. He had had a couple of exhausting outpatient cases today and was glad to have the translation droid working again. The language barriers had led to a lot of headaches the last few days.

The alarm sounded and he winced briefly before briskly making his way to the emergency room. When he entered the treatment room, his young resident and the nurses were already at work. A woman had just jumped off the couch, her hands full of blood. He stopped for a moment, irritated, when he saw Nurse Dara cutting open the clothing. This one looked familiar to him.

"Is that the Mandalorian from yesterday?"

Dara nodded and Anandi took stock. The pale skin didn't bode well, then he discovered a source of evil. From his thigh, despite a pressure bandage with a jacket, oozed lots of blood. Only the artery could have been hit. The next look was at his legs. Below his knees, both lower legs were a total disaster. His shin and fibula bones were totally destroyed and tens of bone fragments protruded from the open wounds, it was only bloody mass. Anandi drew in his breath sharply and carefully lifted the jacket that was tied around his thigh. Immediately blood spurted toward him.

"Prepare a large-volume IV and several infusions! Also, cross blood for red cell concentrates and give him zero negative! Squeeze in a saline solution right away!"

A smacking sound followed as he dipped his finger into the hole in the thigh, looking for the femoral artery.

"Dara! Hold the wound open!"

The Twi'lek grabbed the retractor and pulled back the tissue. Din's thigh began to twitch and Anandi held him down.

"Give him a light sedation!"

The resident took care of that while Anandi glanced briefly at Fennec, who was still standing in the room.

"How did this happen?"

He nodded toward Din's legs.

"Crushgaunts!"

Anandi frowned and cursed as the artery slipped from his grasp.

"Those gloves really exist?"

Fennec nodded. The doctor shook his head in horror, then finally found them in his thigh.

"I've got them! Dara, give me a clamp!"

The nurse held out the one he wanted and he inserted the clamp. The monitor that was by now hooked up to Din beeped, and his blue lips weren't the only indication that his breathing was starting to fail.

"Doctor Reseda, intubate him!"

The assistant immediately got to work.

"We need to get him to the operating room as soon as possible! Is Doctor Vivek in the house?"

An orderly shook his head.

"He's off duty!"

"Then bring him in. His skills are needed. If we wait any longer, we'll have to amputate his legs! The bones are the least of our problems. He'll bleed to death on us here on the table!"

The orderly hurried out.

"Blood pressure palp 40!" called a nurse who was checking it.

At that moment, the monitoring device was already sounding its alarm. The heart rate dropped rapidly, and instantly a long-drawn-out tone was heard.

"Cardiac arrest!"

The nurse had already removed the shirt and the defibrillator was activated. Anandi put the paddles on and waited for the device to charge.

Then he sent a jolt of electricity through Din's body. His heart responded right away, fortunately, and they hurriedly gave him medication to stabilize him.

"Get him to the operating room now! We absolutely have to get started before his circulation gives out again!" instructed Anandi. He stopped in front of Fennec, who had watched the whole thing in shock.

"He told me he has a partner. Please inform her. I can't promise anything!"

She nodded and looked after him as he followed the others.

Liara wondered at herself how calmly she had taken it all in. When Ezer had come to Peli's hangar with a female companion, she had just recovered from the attacks of nausea that had suddenly seized her earlier in the morning. In addition, the trembling all over her body again and again. So the withdrawal symptoms were starting slowly. Her body had broken down the ryll and now wanted replenishment. When the two of them stood in front of her with their bloodstained clothes and explained what had happened, she had nodded, but it hadn't really gotten through to her. Peli had sent Fennec to the refresher first, that she could wash. Her hands were all red afterwards, so hard had she scrubbed to get the blood off.

Now she sat in the waiting area of the medical center and ran her fingers over the grooves of the small silver ball. She had retrieved it from the silver lining. For Din, it was important and a good luck charm. He could definitely use that. She had realized that now. One of the nurses, a Twi'lek, had told her that she had been present during the initial treatment and had explained his injuries to her. She would continue to keep her informed if there was anything to report from the operating room.

"Your partner can handle it. The doashim couldn't kill him, so he'll survive this!" she had encouraged Liara.

Liara looked to the others. Fett was talking quietly with Shand, pointing to the silver gloves he had since retrieved from the alley where everything had happened. They looked so normal, not like a tool that could kill people. She felt a chill run down her spine and shudder. The orb in her hand moved to her forehead, touching her gently with it, and Liara closed her eyes.

"Grogu, wherever you are. Bring him luck!"

Doctor Anandi was sewing up the artery in the thigh when the door of the operating room opened. A Sullustan accompanied by a nurse entered.

"Anandi! What's so urgent..."

He didn't finish his sentence as he spotted the many wounds.

"What happened to the man? Did he get under a bantha herd?"

His colleague sighed.

"Crushgaunts!"

Doctor Vivek's already wide eyes widened even more.

"Damn them!"

He nodded to the nurse, who placed his kick in front of the surgical field so he could get an overview. After a few minutes, he shook his head.

"Nira. Get my assistant. This is delicate work!"

The nurse nodded and hurried out.

"What does he do for a living?" he asked his colleague, who had finished working on his thigh and was putting a bacta patch on the suture.

"He's a Mandalorian, a bounty hunter. I had him here just yesterday, right where everything is broken now, his wounds sutured. A doashim hurt him!"

Vivek was amazed.

"These warriors are tough fellows. I'll do my best!"

It wasn't long before a Sullustan woman came in, the resident. A raise was put down for her as well.

"My dear colleague, these are teaching lessons for you. You will first assist the colleague in suturing all the injured blood vessels and nerves back together. I am collecting all the bone fragments I can find, but they are too shattered to put back together!"

Anandi, who had changed his seat, looked questioningly at his colleague.

"I've heard about these reconstruction injections. Can't we put implants in him, mixed with his bones?"

Vivek nodded appreciatively.

"Right. A few days of his legs in flexpoly splints and the injections, then in a few weeks he should be able to move around like nothing happened!"

Anandi smiled under his mask.

"Let's get to work then!"

It took until the wee hours of the morning, then Din was shuffled off to the monitoring station. Anandi leaned against the wall and ran his hand through his sweaty hair. Due to the high blood loss, things had gotten dicey again toward the end of the operation. The man's heart had stopped again, his values had plummeted so quickly that not even the anesthesiologist had expected it. But it went well again, they had been able to bring him back. He washed briefly, then went to the waiting area. A young woman was lying on the bench, her head resting on the thighs of the one who had brought the Mandalorian. Her hand rested comfortingly on their hair. Another warrior paced back and forth in his green armor. Anandi would not be surprised if a hollow had formed there. A younger man sat nearby, dozing. The dark-haired woman spotted him and gently woke the sleeping woman. The others also became aware of him.

Liara felt a slight jerk on her shoulder and blinked. In her fist she still had the bullet. She noticed the doctor and sat up. She saw the man take a deep breath and she squeezed the bullet even tighter. "We patched him up as best we could. He lost a lot of blood and we had to resuscitate him several times, but you can tell he's a fighter, he doesn't give up easily!"

Liara looked at the doctor in shock.

"What... what about his legs?"

Anandi smiled slightly.

"My colleague, our best doctor here, actually managed to get all the bone particles out of this chaotic mess. He has now had implants placed along with his own bones. There are injections to help build it up. We have to wait for the next 24 hours, his circulation can still throw a wrench in the works. But if he can get through this hurdle, then soon nothing will stand in his way and he can leave the clinic on his own two feet!"

Liara let a tear run down her cheek and exhaled deeply. She noticed how her fingers hurt, so tightly she had clung to the ball.

"Thank you!" she whispered, wiping away her tear.

"Don't thank us too soon. But we're not giving up hope!"

"May I see him?"

Anandi nodded, helped her up and escorted her to Din's room.

The area where Din lay was screened off with a curtain, almost no seats were occupied. Despite everything that was going on in the city, they hardly had such seriously injured people. Liara heard the regular tones of the EKG even before she entered the room. His heart was beating, and that reassured her somewhat. But when Anandi pushed the curtain aside and she saw Din for the first time, her knees buckled. The doctor had already suspected something like that and led her to the chair that was next to the bed. After realizing that it was not getting worse, he left her alone. Liara was stunned to see Din lying like that. With trembling fingers, she gently ran them over his stubbled cheek. His skin was pale. Out of his mouth protruded the tube that was connected to the respirator. Indwelling cannulas were attached to both hands, with IVs attached to them. A blanket was up to his knees. Several tubes came out from under it and were connected to bags attached to the bed. But looking down at his legs made her close her eyes and take a deep breath. They were embedded in splints. Two fixators ran through them and ended up under Din's skin. Liara placed the small ball next to Din's ear on his pillow. She reached for his hand and leaned down to kiss his fingers gently.

"You can do it!"

Din's footsteps echoed as he walked across the gray-white marble. Some sunlight fell through the large arched windows, illuminating the hall. In the center of the room was a single table made of dark wood, on which something silver lay, reflecting the sun's rays. As he approached the table, he frowned under his helmet. On the surface, lay the hilt of the dark saber. Din stopped, irritated, and fumbled at his belt. He found nothing, he was totally unarmed.

"Glad you came!"

He recognized the female voice, but did not see the person who belonged to it. Not until she stepped out of the shadow of one of the pillars. She removed her helmet as she walked toward him.

"I'm glad you finally realized to fight me!"

"Are you alone?" he asked. He didn't trust her. The questioned one nodded.

"Yes, just as it was agreed. Everyone else has gathered in the gardens, waiting for a sign from us!"

Din took a deep breath.

"Well, let's do it then. No tricks!"

Bo-Katan pursed his mouth contemptuously.

"Of course not!"

She put on her helmet and picked up the spear. Din reached for the saber and activated it. A low humming sound was heard. The two took a few steps apart and waited to see who would attack first. Bo-Katan swung the spear back and forth a bit, then she jumped at him, but he parried her blow. The two engaged in an exciting duel, it was exhausting. Panting, they faced each other again, waiting to see if one of them would make a mistake. Din was fending off another blow when his helmet detected a sentence over the subtle audio frequencies and he took a few steps back in disbelief. He pointed his fingers at them.

"What did you just say?"

Bo-Katan chuckled.

"I know you heard it perfectly!"

Din shook his head. The Mandalorian resumed her attack.

"Do you want me to repeat it for you? What don't you understand about it?"

Din became angry.

"What do you mean by that statement?"

Bo-Katan paused, raised her hand, and pulled off her helmet. Her eyes looked at him coldly and her lips were pressed narrowly together.

"If you want revenge, now is your chance!"

Her helmet in one hand, she held the spear loosely in the other, facing downward. Din growled and his teeth gritted. As he raised his arm, dark saber in hand, and lashed out with it, he suddenly felt hot and cold. He had only heard the whistle at the end. Liquid ran down his side and when he looked down at himself, an arrow was lodged in his body.

"What?"

He staggered and dropped the saber. He noticed the shadow at the window hurriedly moving away and Bo-Katan now approaching him. Shouts from outside could be heard.

"You said no tricks!" groaned Din, sinking to his knees. The smiled and reached for the arrow.

"That was no trick. Someone helped me because they thought you were going to kill me!"

She pulled the weapon from his body with a jerk and Din cried out in agony. Bo-Katan slammed her foot against his chest and he toppled to the side. Then she bent down and picked up the handle of the saber. Din gasped.

"You did not...honestly...defeat me. You are not worthy of the... dark saber!"

Bo-Katan activated it, lashed out, and hit him again in the side. He fell on his stomach and blood oozed out of him. The Mandalorian crouched in front of him and listened to his increasingly faint breathing until it eventually ended.

"Now I have killed all the Djarins!"

Liara had fallen asleep on the chair, laying her head on Din's bed. A movement woke her and she rubbed her eyes. Then she was immediately wide awake when she noticed Din's twitching and the surveillance monitor sounded an alarm. Before she could fully comprehend it all, an orderly and a colleague had already rushed in and pushed her aside. A young doctor also came in to assist them. Liara stood against the wall, her face color just as white as the background, and watched as the orderly pushed up and down on Din's chest. The doctor gave instructions, and after administering medication to Din, they waited briefly to see if the heart would start beating on its own again. The defibrillator shocked him several times and his body lifted slightly off the mattress, bumping into Grogu's ball. Liara saw the small silver ball roll off his pillow, fall out of bed and roll across the floor to her, coming to a stop at her feet.

Din felt a touch on his cheek. It was this one spot and this strange feeling that he had felt when the one had said goodbye to him. He had been stroked there until that moment last as a child by his parents when they had to comfort him. His mother had soothed him with it when she ran it over his cheek. And then he had taken off his helmet for Grogu and the little guy had found that exact spot. He had comforted the warrior.

Now he was lightly poked and pulled by the nose.

"Hey!" he whispered, blinking. As his vision improved and he could see more clearly, two dark eyes stared at him. The small hand stroked his face again, then he felt the weight on his chest. And this was actually the only thing. All the pain he had felt from Bo-Katan's injury was gone. He looked past the two big eyes, it was so bright around them.

"Boooo!"

Din smiled and looked directly at him now. It was really him.

"Grogu!"

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[june-girl-86]

Chapter 2

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

It was still early in the morning when there were several loud knocks on the door. Rina sleepily opened the door and saw Asli standing in front of her, out of breath.

"What happened?"

The blonde woman pushed past her and took her by the hands.

"He betrayed us all!"

Rina frowned.

"Who?"

Asli had tears running down her cheeks. Rina barely understood her counterpart, so much she kept choking.

"Slow down, what happened?"

Asli swallowed and took a deep breath.

"Last night, Rune came back. He was so restless and wouldn't tell me what was bothering him at first. I thought maybe he had gambling debts again. It happened every now and then..."

Rina cleared her throat and Asli nodded.

"He finally confessed a little while ago. Rune was still in a cantina after his assignment on Taris, getting drunk. I kept telling him to be careful. He met a Mandalorian there and probably thought he could brag that he knew a Djarin!"

Rina's eyes widened and she slowly shook her head.

"It was one of the clan Children of the Watch! They will surely come soon! Rina you must hide Din!"

Asli looked around and wondered why Tammo hadn't appeared yet.

"They left a few hours ago, he was going fishing with Din!" explained Rina, nervously running her hand through her dark hair. Then something occurred to her.

"Maybe he has his communicator with him!"

She ran to the drawer and found only one inside. She activated the device and hoped her husband heard her.

"Tammo get back here right now! The Watch know!"

It wasn't long before there was a click in the connection and her husband confirmed they were leaving. Asli sank to her knees, now crying bitterly.

"I'm so sorry!" she wailed, and Rina comforted her.

"Everything will be all right!"

That these were her last words to Asli, and that a few hours later terror descended upon Aq Vetina, she was unfortunately unaware.

***

The prison's visitors' room was bustling with activity, and Duncan opened his coat because, unlike outside, it was really warm. The ice planet was on the outer rim and had housed the Belsavis prison for decades. Slightly nervous, he watched the guards of the New Republic and he had to control himself. He could not show his anger here. Finally his name was called and he followed the armed man into an extra room.

There his father was already sitting at a table in a yellow jumpsuit. When he noticed him, Gideon beamed, his now long beard making him look older than he actually was. He wanted to hug him, but the guard intervened with his cane.

"No touching!" he hissed, the men sat down across from each other and the guard left the room.

"Father! How are you?" asked Duncan, watching the man he asked shrug his shoulders.

"They're giving me food. Other than that, I'm housed in a sector, in a solitary cell. All around me is scum!"

Gideon refused to see that he was one of them. Duncan lightly extended his hand and smiled.

I heard from a healer who was present at the birth. When I possess the crystal, I will free you and you will become more powerful than anyone before!

Gideon flinched for a moment, then tightened his lips into a grin. Finally, the clone had its use. He had given the blood of Grogu to the scientists. First he wanted to heal his son with it, but his body was already so weak, so they had the idea to create the clone. And now it was done. His plan began to work.

Now he could be free again soon, if his boy managed to find the crystal. That was the most difficult part. The dark saber would then only have to be removed from the corpse of the Mandalorian. For this fight Din Djarin would not win.

Duncan nodded and broke the contact in their minds again. Then he stood up and left his father. The camera above them had recorded everything and recorded every emotion. Only their telepathic connection could not capture it.

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