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galacticwildfire · 8 months
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midnightdjarin · 9 months
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din & bo katan: *intense arguing and stare offs*
axe: *whispers* 10 credits says they’ll kiss
koska: we shouldn’t bet on that, that’s wrong
axe: …
koska: …
axe: …
koska: *whispers* 20 credits
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swan-of-sunrise · 8 months
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Taking Care of Business (Chapter Forty-Three)
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Summary: In the wake of Moff Gideon’s defeat, (Y/N) and Din officially adopt Grogu as their son and the family bids farewell to Bo-Katan before seeking out an old friend.
Pairing: Din Djarin X Fem!Reader
Word Count: 2.4k
Warnings/Disclaimers: None
A/N: This chapter’s a little shorter than the last few, but that’s only because I’m saving even more fluff for the last chapter! Thank you for reading, I hope you all enjoy!
Chapter Forty-Three The Adoption (Previous Chapter)
The week after the Mandalorians’ defeat of Moff Gideon and the reclamation of their homeworld from the Empire was marked by a ceremony at the bank of the Living Waters; the Mandalorians – the covert, the former mercenaries and the survivors of the Siege – gathered to allow the Armorer to baptize them in the sacred water and to speak the Mandalorian Creed as a way of reaffirming their vows. Due to (Y/N)’s partially-healed leg wound, Clan Mudhorn was the last to arrive at the Living Waters, much to her embarrassment despite Din’s kind and reasonable assurances.
“You were wounded in battle against one of our people’s greatest enemies, alor’ad,” Din reminded her as he held her steady with an arm looped around her waist and helped her limp down the uneven tunnel to the Living Waters. “I’m sure that the others won’t mind us being a little late.”
“Well, my mother used to say ‘early is on-time, and on-time is late;’ the Naboo pride themselves on their punctuality, after all.” Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Grogu – who was nestled comfortably in the crook of Din’s left elbow – lift one of his clawed hands and aim it towards her bandaged leg, and she gave him a pointed look. “No, Grogu. It’s sweet that you wanna use your Force-healing on me but trust me, I’ve dealt with worse blaster wounds than this one; besides, you still need to regain your strength after what you did last week.”
Grogu cooed in reluctant agreement and lowered his hand while the side of Din’s helmet gently tapped against the side of her head. The sound of drums filled the air as the clan of three stepped into the cavernous chamber that housed the Living Waters of Mandalore, which was now illuminated by several lanterns and adorned with tribal banners; Mandalorians stood at attention on either side of the chamber, and all were wearing their helmets as a sign of respect. The Armorer stood knee-high in the dark water and held a small stone basin in her gloved hands, turning around to watch Ragnar, the foundling of their fallen ally and friend, kneel on the steps before her. (Y/N)’s heart clenched in sympathy for the child and while they waited by the entrance of the chamber, Din’s hand subtly flexed against her waist; everyone here owes their life to Paz Vizsla, she thought to herself as she recalled the Mandalorian’s noble sacrifice, and everyone will repay that debt by ensuring Ragnar grows up safe and protected.
“I swear on my name and the names of the Ancestors…”
“I swear on my name and the names of the Ancestors…” Ragnar recited.
“That I shall walk the Way of the Mand’alor…”
“That I shall walk the Way of the Mand’alor…”
“And the words of the Creed shall be forever forged in my heart.”
“And the words of the Creed shall be forever forged in my heart.”
When he finished, he bowed his head and the Armorer poured the basin of water onto his beskar helmet. “This is the Way.”
“This is the Way,” The assembled Mandalorians echoed.
Sharing a reassuring look, (Y/N) and Din waited for Ragnar to join the others before starting forward towards the steps. Bo-Katan, whose helmet was already decorated with droplets of water, gave them a nod of respect when they passed her and (Y/N) flashed her friend a nervous smile. They descended the steps together and her husband made sure she was stable before letting go of her waist and bending down to set Grogu down on the damp steps.
“Grogu is my apprentice. He is no longer a foundling.” Din’s modulated voice was filled with self-assurance as he continued. “Add him to the Song.”
The Armorer shook her head. “He is too young to speak, so he is too young to take the Creed. He must remain a foundling.”
Grogu cooed and lowered his head in disappointment and (Y/N) struggled to resist the overwhelming urge to scoop him up into her arms, but Din was seemingly unperturbed by the Armorer’s words. “If his parent gave permission, couldn’t he then become a Mandalorian apprentice?”
“Yes, but his parents are far from here, if they are even alive.”
In that instant, realization dawned on (Y/N) and her head whipped around to meet the visor of her husband’s helmet; although she couldn’t see his face, she knew the Mandalorian well enough to determine exactly what he was thinking and after a moment, a bright smile spread across her face. “Then we will adopt him as our own,” She replied, her eyes remaining fixed on Din’s covered gaze as she reached over to slip her hand into his.
In her peripheral vision, she watched the Armorer give them both a deep nod. “This is the Way.”
“This is the Way,” Din and (Y/N) replied in unison and when she glanced down, Grogu was beaming up at them both.
“Let it be written in Song that Din Djarin and (Y/N) (Y/L/N) are accepting this foundling as their son.” With a hint of pride in her modulated voice, the Armorer looked out at the gathered Mandalorians and addressed the child. “You are now Din Grogu, Mandalorian apprentice.”
“This is the Way.”
Grogu happily nodded and the Armorer turned to face Din. “You must leave Mandalore and take your apprentice on his journeys, just as your teacher did for you.”
Din nodded. “This is the Way.” Bending down, he scooped Grogu up and (Y/N) smiled when his clawed hand rested against the beskar covering Din’s cheek. “Grogu. Ni kyr’tayl gai sa’ad.” When he noticed (Y/N)’s confused expression, he softly explained, “It’s a Mandalorian adoption vow; it means ‘I know your name as my child.’ It’s something…something I should’ve spoken a long, long time ago.”
(Y/N)’s eyes prickled with unshed tears as she smoothed a hand over the child’s wrinkled head and met his gaze. “Ni kyr’tayl gai sa’ad, Grogu.” Beside her, Din released a shuddering breath and she nervously bit her lip. “Did I say that right? Mando’a’s pretty difficult to pronounce-”
“It was perfect, alor’ad.” While the Mandalorians began to file out of the chamber, Din pressed his forehead against hers in a Keldabe Kiss and gently squeezed her hand. “Ni kar’tayl gar darasumm, ner cyar’ika riduur.”
She brushed her lips against the beskar covering his mouth as her free hand cradled the side of his helmet. “And I love you too, my honorable Mandalorian.”
“So, I guess this is it.” They looked over to see Bo-Katan standing at the top of the steps, her helmet resting against her hip as a smile played on her lips. “What’re you guys gonna do now?”
(Y/N) tilted her head to the side and considered the Nite Owl’s question. “We haven’t really decided yet, but I suppose we’ll have plenty of time to figure it out on our way to Adelphi.”
“A lot of rumors are gonna start spreading about what happened here, and it’ll be good for Mandalore if Captain Teva and the New Republic hears the truth before the stories,” Din added before helping (Y/N) ascend the damp steps to where Bo-Katan stood. “Thanks to the leadership of Bo-Katan Kryze, Mandalore once again belongs to the Mandalorians and the galaxy is free of Moff Gideon’s influence once and for all.”
Bo-Katan’s cheeks flushed pink as she scoffed at Din’s words. “Well, don’t sell yourselves too short on my account. All of this? It just wouldn’t be possible without you three landing on Kalevala and showing me that I still had a purpose. I don’t know if I can ever repay you for that.”
Taking a step forward, (Y/N) wrapped her arms around her in a tight hug and smiled to herself when she immediately returned her embrace. “There’s nothing to repay, Bo. You were meant to lead your people, just as we were meant to help you reclaim Mandalore.”
When (Y/N) pulled away, Din offered the Nite Owl his hand and nodded as she tightly clasped it. “Take care of yourself, Bo. If you need anything, we’re only a holo-call away.”
Grogu cooed and gave Bo-Katan a small wave, and she chuckled as she blinked away her tears. “I’ll miss you too, kid. May the Force be with you.”
With one final smile, Bo-Katan turned and strode out of the chamber after the rest of the Mandalorians, radiating self-assurance with each step she took and looking every bit the leader that Mandalore deserved.
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After their long week on Mandalore, the sunshine and warm air of Adelphi was a treat and as (Y/N) piloted the N-1 starfighter down onto the New Republic’s landing pad, she admired the waves gently lapping at the sandy beaches and the lush green foliage framing the rocky hills in the distance. It’s not hard to see why the New Republic established an outpost on this planet, she thought to herself as Din helped her descend from the starfighter.
“We’ll be back in a few, R5!” (Y/N) called out to the astromech droid and gave him a small wave before accepting her husband’s gloved hand and gesturing for Grogu to follow them as they walked towards the Quonset hut that housed a lounge bar for the New Republic pilots. “Captain Teva’s X-Wing is here, so that’s good. Do you think he’s expecting us?”
“I’d be surprised if he wasn’t.” Din matched her slower pace and glanced down at the child toddling happily beside them. “The kid’s gonna get a real surprise when we land on Nevarro and don’t immediately leave.”
(Y/N) chuckled. “The little guy’s definitely spent more time in space than on any one planet, but I think he’ll be okay. He’s our son, after all.”
Her husband’s fingers threaded around her own and gave her hand a loving squeeze as the Quonset doors slid open to reveal the lounge bar. New Republic X-Wing pilots were drinking and chatting amongst themselves at the tables, playing table games and changing the music on the jukebox in the back, and Captain Carson Teva was nursing a glass of spotchka as he leaned against the bar and gave them a jaunty smile. “Let me buy you a drink.”
(Y/N) shook her head and allowed Din to help her slide onto one of the nearby barstools. “Thanks, but we’re here on business.”
“We really appreciate what you two did.” Captain Teva watched in amusement as Grogu jumped up onto the bar and began snacking on a bowl of nuts. “You made our jobs a lot easier.”
Din merely shrugged his armored shoulders. “We’ve all been chasing Moff Gideon. You would’ve gotten him eventually; my wife and I just got there first.”
A string of excited babbles drew their attention towards Grogu, who was pointing at the helmets and severed droid heads suspended above the bar, and (Y/N) realized why he was so enthusiastic when she spotted the old IG-11 head resting beside a slashed Stormtrooper helmet. “Your kid sure likes the trophies.”
“It’s not him, kid.” Din turned back to face the officer and explained, “One of them reminds him of someone he knew.” Captain Teva nodded in understanding and after seeing the encouraging smile on (Y/N)’s face, the Mandalorian continued. “We have a business proposition.”
The officer’s brow arched. “Shoot.”
“This youngling is my apprentice.”
“What does that have to do with me?”
“I’m a bounty hunter by trade; now that he’s with us, I’ll be more selective in my assignments.” One of Din’s hands rested on the small of (Y/N)’s back as he leaned against the bar beside her. “We were offered a tract of land on Nevarro by High Magistrate Karga, and we’ve decided to accept it.”
“Go on.”
“You don’t have the resources to protect the Outer Rim, let alone hunt down Imperial remnants.” (Y/N)’s smile widened when the officer reluctantly nodded in agreement. “And we need work.”
Captain Teva smirked at that. “Let me get this straight: you two want to work for the New Republic?”
“On a case-by-case basis,” Din corrected. “Independent contractors.”
(Y/N) nodded. “I’m a seamstress by trade and now that we’re settling down on Nevarro, I was considering taking commissions. That way, I can split my time between my sewing and our assignments.”
“You and I both know this is against regulation, Captain (Y/L/N). It’ll never get approved.”
There was amusement in Din’s modulated voice as he replied, “Which is why you won’t tell them.”
The officer sighed and finished off the rest of his spotchka. “Let me think about it.”
“You already did,” Din chuckled. “It’s a good deal and you know it.”
“Is that so?”
“My husband is the most skilled bounty hunter on this side of the galaxy, and I couldn’t have saved as many civilians as I did during the Rebellion without being one hell of a smuggler.” Leaning back in her seat, (Y/N) crossed her arms over her chest and didn’t bother masking her confident grin with a more modest expression. “In the meantime, all we require is a small advance.”
Din, catching onto what (Y/N) was planning, nodded in agreement and pointed to the severed IG-11 head. “What we want in return is that.”
Captain Teva’s brow furrowed. “A scrap assassin droid head?”
“Mm-hmm, we need it for parts.”
With a small head-shake, the officer slid off his barstool and after a quick word with the bartender, he retrieved the severed IG-11 head for them and they bid their friend goodbye, all three of them comprehending the unspoken arrangement that had just taken place: (Y/N) and Din would selectively accept assignments secretly sent to them by Captain Teva, and their apprehension of rogue Imperial commanders and destruction of any remnants of the Empire would help bring security to the fledgling New Republic. A peaceful life on Nevarro sprinkled with adventure and a little bit of danger, she thought as she cradled the droid’s head against her chest and walked alongside her husband and son towards the starfighter, sounds like a perfect work-life balance to me.
“…So, you really think I’m the most skilled bounty hunter on this side of the galaxy?”
(Y/N) rolled her eyes and heaved an exasperated sigh even as her lips curved into a reluctant smile. “I do…but that doesn’t mean I suddenly think that bounty hunters are better than smugglers. I guess all those rumors about bounty hunters needing their skills validated all the time must be true.”
“And I can’t believe that smugglers’ egos are so easily threatened by some competition.”
Grogu giggled and jumped up into the cockpit as (Y/N) shot Din a playful glare. “Mir’sheb.”
“I love you too, alor’ad.” With a chuckle, Din’s gloved hand caressed her cheek before moving to rest on the small of her back to help her climb into the cockpit. “Now, let’s go home…”
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Mando’a Translations:
Alor’ad-Captain Ni kyr’tayl gai sa’ad-I know your name as my child (adoption vow) Ni kyr’tayl gar darasuum, ner cyar’ika riduur-I love you, my darling wife Mir’sheb-Smart-ass
A/N: And now we’ve only got one more chapter to go! Thank you all so much for reading and commenting! Oh, and I’ve created a Spotify playlist of all my favorite music from the world of Star Wars, so if you’re interested in checking it out the link is down below!
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wanderingjedi77 · 11 months
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Armorer x Fem!Reader x Bo (Wonder)
Summary: Six months after talking to Armorer and Bo about wanting a child, a pregnant reader adjusts to their new life.
Sequel to Always
You groaned as you sat in the chair, hand on your heavy stomach as Koska placed a pillow behind your back. You were grateful for your friend, always keeping to your side when Bo and the Armorer could not.
Your first pregnancy had been turbulent, and you were only five months along. You had your ups and downs, mood swings, sickness, generally feeling like an overinflated balloon. But they never had an unkind word for you. Always suggesting remedies to help you. Telling you how much they loved you.
"How is our Lady doing today?"
You looked up to see Ahsoka smiling at you, and you relaxed. "I feel like I'm going to burst. Can't you use some jedi trick to make this baby grow faster?"
Ahdoka laughed. "I wish I could. Unfortunately the force doesn't work that way."
You sigh sharply, and Ahsoka examines you more closely. "I know it hurts, but keep on your feet as much as possible."
"Okay." You look at Koska and she shrugs at you.
"She's the Jedi. I'm just moral support." Koska jokes. You swat her arm, and hear heavy footsteps approaching. No, you think. It's two sets of foot steps.
"Are we having a party on my balcony?"
You smiled as both Bo and the Armorer come into view, and Bo smiled back when she sees you.
"Good morning cyar'ika." The Armorer greets gently. "I was wondering where you ran off to."
You lean up and kiss Bo before looking at the Armorer, amused. "Maybe if someone wasn't such a blanket theif, I would have slept in longer."
Bo laughed.
"She's not wrong. I was cold too."
You lean your head back as Bo wraps an arm around you, tired. "I could get used to all this attention." You say suddenly, enjoying the company even though you don't really want to be fussed over..
Ahsoka smiles. "We all spent time with you before."
"Yes. But I feel...I don't know. I feel different. I appreciate how much all of you are doing for me." You say, embarrassed. Sometimes, the attention was too much though. You felt bad.
Koska squeezes your shoulder.
"Don't be stupid. Why wouldn't we help."
You shrug, and the Armorer tilts her head.
"You look exhausted, baby girl." She says, and looks at Ahsoka and Koska. "Could you leave us with our wife? I'd like to get her into bed."
"I bet you would." Ahsoka teases, and there's a collective groan.
"Ahsoka."
"What? I was teasing." Ahsoka laughed. "Come on Koska, we can find more interesting things to do."
You watched them leave with a wave, and startled when the Armorer picked you up, making a noise of protest.
"Hey!"
"Let me get you to bed." The Armorer lays you down gently in the bed, and you feel your aching muscles relax as Bo comes up and lays down next to you. The Armorer sits and pulls your legs into her own lap and runs her hands soothingly up and down.
"You know you don't have to do all of this." You tell them, feeling a little annoyed. "I can take care of myself. I'm not full term yet." You try to explain. You felt bad really, you didn't want to keep them away from their jobs.
"I know. But we love you." Bo explains. She reaches over and puts a hand on your stomach, curling on her side to loom at it better as you huff in protest.
The Armorer meets your gaze and takes off her own glove before copying Bo. You watch them for a few moments, their eyes so full of love. Maybe this wasn't a bad thing? They hadn't even met yoir baby and they wanted to be close to both of you all the time.
"Do you think it's too early to recite the creed?"
The Armorer looked at Bo. "They can't talk yet Bo. At least let our little one come out of their mother's stomach."
Bo sighed. "I know. I'm just excited."
"I know you are my sweet girl." The Armorer looked up at you, and you smiled at her.
"We love you too, baby girl." The Armorer adds, and you blew them a kiss. Bo winked at you and you laughed.
"I know you do." You answer. You reach down to pull them up, one on either side of you. Bo settles her hand on your hip and the Armorer around your shoulders. "I love you both so much, even if I think you fuss too much about me and the baby."
"We do it because it's our baby too. And you are our wife, my love." Bo replies, kissing you on the cheek, and you settle down more, the tiredness coming back.
Warmed by their words and their you relax, soothed and comforted. You just want to sleep.
And so, you do.
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This is a collection of my all of my fics written as pairings for fictional female characters with not enough content to justify having their own masterlist. All NSFW fics are marked as SMUT!
Some of the beautiful girls you’ll find here are Yelena Belova, Ava Starr, Selina Kyle, and others!
Reader Inserts
---MARVEL UNIVERSE---
Ava Starr (Hanna John-Kamen) from Ant-man And The Wasp 2018
Strawberry Soda | 1k words | there’s this gorgeous girl you keep seeing in your favorite mini-mart and it’s time to introduce yourself
No Touching | 1.7k words | follows Strawberry Soda; something strange happens during one of your ‘just friends’ movies dates
A Real Date | 1.8k words | follows No Touching; you and Ava try to go on a dinner date that doesn’t go according to plan
Old Stomping Ground | 1.6k words | follows A Real Date; showing Ava your favorite location in post-Chitauri invasion New York
Yelena Belova (Florence Pugh) from Black Widow 2020 & Hawkeye (tv show 2021)
The One Where She Got A Dog | 1.8k words | or how Yelena became a dog mom (thanks to you)
---DC Extended Universe---
Cat Woman (Selina Kyle) [link]
Mourning Black | 1.1k words | you don’t know it yet, but your seamstress days are at an end when an old hero stumbles upon you (link above)
Furs Thirst | 1k words | you’re just a henchwoman and she’s her own villain (link above)
Have A Seat, Dear | 1.3k words SMUT | you are jealous and insecure, especially ever since your girlfriend got a new ‘pet Bat’ (link above)
Day Twenty One: Candle Wax | 1.7k words | From Kinktober 2021: you and Selina are just two Gothamite girls doing your best to survive
---Star Wars/ Mandalorian---
Fennec Shand (Ming Na-Wen) from The Mandalorian/ The Book of Boba Fett
Day Twenty Four: Hunter/Prey | 1.8k words | From Kinktober 2021: a hefty bounty on your heads puts you right in Fennec’s sights
Koska Reeves (Sasha Banks) from The Mandalorian
Sunset Sapphires | 646 words | somebody approaches your favorite Mandalorian with a job and you decide to tag along for the adventure ***series on hiatus***
---Miscellaneous---
Day Twenty Six: Leather WITH OLEANDER HALE (Tessa Thompson) from Little Woods (2018) | 1.2k words | teasing your girlfriend Ollie with your Halloween outfit
That G-D Ring Of Yours WITH ROBYN BROOKS (Zoe Kravits) from Hulu’s High Fidelity (tv show 2019) | 2.5k words | you seek comfort over a devastating engagement event from your hot neighbor Robb
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thefrogdalorian · 6 months
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⚠️ This masterlist is outdated! Please find my updated masterlist here! ⚠️
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Din Djarin/Bo-Katan Kryze
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Carry Your Throne
Words: 182,107 Chapters: 24/24 Rating: Mature
Summary:
Mand'alor Bo-Katan Kryze has lost contact with the Mandalorian and his son who both once held a special place in her heart. After many months spent growing increasingly close during their time living together with the Children of the Watch, his abrupt departure with his new apprentice - after their mission to retake Mandalore was complete - left a gaping hole in her heart, despite her successes. Unsure of if, or when, he will return; Bo-Katan has spent much of the time since his departure reflecting on her life up to this point. Consumed by guilt and the pressure of living up to the Kryze name, she struggles to come to terms with the complex emotions provoked by her past while also bearing the responsibility of leading her planet and overseeing its continued stability. Plagued with feelings of guilt and unworthiness - and a suspicion that not everyone supports her claim to the throne - she is haunted by nightmares as she relives her past mistakes. Those around her are concerned for her wellbeing, including Bo-Katan's loyal friend and advisor, Koska Reeves. News of Din Djarin and Grogu's return to Mandalore sets off a chain of events that will change both the course of Bo-Katan's reign and possibly her life, too.
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To Being Together Again
Words: 10,361  Chapters: 1/1 Rating: Mature
Summary:
When Din Djarin returns to his cabin on Nevarro after some time away he finds something he would never have expected, that will change his life forever. It seems that the woman he pledged to serve until her song was written has finally acknowledged her feelings and found her way back home to him. He can't even be too angry that it cost him a bottle of expensive wine. Or: Peli Motto and Bo-Katan Kryze get wine drunk and overshare... fluff and smut ensues.
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With Every Atom of His Being
Words: 1,636  Chapters: 1/1 Rating: General
Summary:
Din Djarin's increasing closeness to Bo-Katan Kryze causes an accidental slip of his tongue during a picnic the two share with Grogu during one of Bo-Katan's visits to Nevarro. Din's choice of language has profound consequences, not just for the two of them but also the child they love so much.
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Dinbo Drabbles (Series)
Words: 400 Works: 3
Summary:
Series of Dinbo drabbles set throughout their relationship.
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Din Djarin/Reader
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Link to Din x Neurodivergent Reader series.
All The Nice Things in Life
Words: 2,569  Chapters: 1/1 Rating: General
Summary:
During a weekly trip to your favourite Market on Nevarro, you get a little overwhelmed by all the crowds and noise. Fortunately, you have an exceptionally caring and attentive Mandalorian for a partner, who manages to calm you down and make you see that you are not a burden to him, despite your worries.
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Even Your Worst Days
Words: 4,358 Chapters: 1/1 Rating: General
Summary:
On a recent job with the New Republic, Din spent a longer time away from you than you had both planned, causing a disruption to your routine that unsettled you. Since he returned, you have been struggling to readjust and feel as comfortable in his presence as you usually do. Despite a fun day he had planned for you and Grogu on Nevarro, you are too distraught to join them, feeling overwhelmed and burnt out. Din had not realised how much you were struggling and when he realises how upset you are he moves to reassure you, lifting your spirit and boosting your confidence in the way that only he is capable of. You realise that Din loves you unconditionally... even on your worst days.
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ceapa-mica · 1 year
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GEHAT'IK BE ALIIT | Chapter 21
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Pairing: Din Djarin x Original Female Character
Warnings: violence, blood & gore, suggestive remarks
Words: 4454
Summary: The offensive to save Ristea and Din's covert begins…
a/n: HAPPY MANDO SEASON 3 RELEASE DAY!
Is there a better way to celebrate than reading a brand new chapter of a fic you like?
I put a lot of effort into this chapter. Writing two different scenes taking place at the same time at different places is new to me, but I will get used to it. I'm working hard on improving my writing. Also kudos to my beta readers @unmotivated-exhausted-author and @acatalystrising for having my back!
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According to the plan, Grogu and Arfour were to join Atina and Fox aboard the Endeavor - a goodbye that Elora hoped wouldn't be forever, and hoped that they would all make it out of this mess alive. She knelt down in front of Grogu's pram and stroked his soft ear.
"Don't cause too much trouble, okay?" Arfour wheeled up next to the pram and bleeped sadly. "You take care of him. Keep him safe in case things go awry."
He let out an affirmative beeping and followed Fox on board Atina's ship, just like Grogu's pram.
Tears welled in Elora's eyes at the possibility that this could be the last time she would see them. She remained calm, face flat as she swallowed back her tears, turning swiftly on her heel and marching towards the Razor Crest where three Mandalorians in blue armor were waiting, Bo-Katan gazing impatiently toward the horizon.
“Elora!” she heard Ruusaan’s voice call. She approached her with a jetpack in her hands. “Give this to your partner, looks like he could need it.”
Elora took the jetpack and was surprised it was lighter than it looked. It was just as shiny as Din’s armor, clearly made from beskar or at least beskar alloy. It would suit Din nicely, she thought, thanking Ruusaan with a nod  Din was going through his checklist once more, examining every weapon he owned with a meticulous eye.
"Looks like we're ready to go. Why didn't you say goodbye to the kid?"
Din looked up all of a sudden. "They already left?!"
"Uh yeah, I told you earlier that I was taking him to Atina."
He sighed and his fist hit the crate next to him. Elora had never seen him so tense, probably because there had never been so much at stake. A system of planets and the Mandalorian covert that had taken him in as a foundling. She could sense the conflict in him, and guilt, probably because he wouldn't be the one to save his covert.
“Is that… what I think it is?” he pointed at the jetpack she was holding.
Elora nodded. “A gift from Ruusaan. She said you might need it.”
He took it and appraised it, humming in approval. “This is of excellent craftsmanship. I’m impressed!” He put it next to his other weapons he had yet to examine.
She put a hand on his pauldron and brushed her thumb over the cool beskar.
"Atina is the best pilot I know. We are doing the right thing by not bringing Grogu and you're not letting anyone down. You sent your covert the best help you could get."
His hand covered hers on his pauldron and his other hand pulled her close only for their foreheads to meet.
"Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum." he muttered under his breath, but Elora heard it nonetheless.
"If you're looking for a life day gift for me, a Mando'a dictionary would be great."
"Life day huh? I don't remember ever celebrating-"
"The other ships are already departing, we should get going - now!" Bo-Katan had come on board, followed by the other two Mandos who would later introduce themselves as Koska Reeves and Axe Woves. They were their only backup on Ristea and according to what Ruusaan had told Elora, their Clan was very old and well respected within the Mandalore system. That didn't keep Elora from being slightly annoyed at Bo-Katan's behavior, but she didn't let it show.
Elora had retreated to the cargo hold where she gathered her strength, meditating, strengthening her connection to the force in doing so. It felt strange not having Grogu nearby. They usually meditated together, and him not being around left an emptiness in the force surrounding her. She was so into her meditation that she didn't realize when the door to the cargo hold hissed open and Koska Reeves came in, watching Elora meditate for a moment before clearing her throat.
"Is that your way to prepare for battle?" she asked and took a seat on a large crate.
Elora opened her eyes and turned to face her. "In a way, yes. Helps me keep a clear head."
"You know I was wondering… How did a Jedi like you end up traveling with a Mandalorian?"
Elora shrugged. "When we met, we hated each other's guts, but eventually realized that we both benefit from working together and have been a team ever since… We've become close friends in the past few months."
Koska raised her brow. "Close huh? You know he will never remove his helmet in front of you, you will never know what he looks like under there and still you two are close?"
"Don't care what he looks like, he's a good man, that's all that matters to me. I was raised by Jawas, I'm used to having my face hidden too. After all these months of travels… it still makes me uncomfortable when someone stares at my face for longer than a few seconds."
"Why did you leave the Jawas?"
"I wanted to find blood relatives, instead I learnt that my mother wasn't killed but imprisoned on Nar Shaddaa. You don't happen to know a squad of Mandos crazy enough to help me get her out of there?"
Koska shook her head. "That prison on Nar Shaddaa is the size of a city. Not a chance. Mandalorians are vulnerable since we are low in numbers nowadays. You would need contacts in the underworld, an ally with a lot of influence. A Hutt or any powerful crime lord perhaps."
In that moment the familiar jolt of entering hyperspace went through the ship. A minute later Din, followed by Bo-Katan and Axe Woves, came into the cargo hold to go through their plan once more, using a holo of the Ristean palace's floor plan Ruusaan had just sent them.
“Risakka is the largest city of the planet, and to our advantage it’s built into the mountain range, with the royal palace built right on top. With so many starships we should not stick out. After watching the princess's holomessage, I’m pretty sure they won’t expect you to bring backup. I know Moff Gideon better than all of you, he’s an arrogant Imperial who overestimates himself, but be aware that he is smart, and unfortunately a good strategist. During the Great Purge he managed to destroy entire cities.” Bo-Katan said, not looking anyone in the eye, instead focusing on the holo. Elora cocked her head as she sensed regret and a lot of rage in her.
“Do you and Moffy have some kind of backstory? I mean, you fought this guy. This… is personal to you.” Elora assumed, and earned a firm look from Bo-Katan who stared her down. “I fought him face to face and lost something that belongs to me. I need it back, no matter the cost.” Her voice had taken on a calm, dangerous tone.
“Revenge can blind you. Please focus on the millions of lives at stake and not just your personal agenda. Whatever it was that you lost, the lives of Risteans and Mandalorians are at stake and worth more than anything in this conflict.”
“If I needed the advice of the human embodiment of a moral compass I would have asked for it.” she spoke in a tone that couldn’t have sounded more aloof.
“May I inquire as to what it was he has taken from you?” Din asked.
“An ancient weapon, one that’s a symbol of Mandalorian leadership.”
“Risk people’s lives for some symbol? Really?” Elora huffed.
“I don’t expect a Jawa to understand Mandalorian culture.” Bo-Katan rolled her eyes.
“Let’s focus on the plan at hand. I must admit I don’t like that we use you as bait.” Din said, putting an arm around Elora, earning a surprised look from Axe doing so.
“Using Elora as bait is the best option we've got.” Bo-Katan continued. “This man takes every occasion to stroke his ego. She’s the only thing he’s after. When he thinks he got what asked for and deems himself safe, it’s our turn to ambush him. We go in through the ventilation system. They are located right outside these walls, that’s why Skirata provided you with a jetpack. There’s no way to get in without causing a scene, except for this.”
“And I’ll just walk to the front gates and state my business?”
Din nods. “Unfortunately we don’t have much of a choice, if we want to save the royal family and their star system. The royal family will likely be held in the dungeons.”
“Gideon is not a man of his word.” Bo-Katan said. “He craves power way too much to let the royals live. We go through the ventilation shaft, free the royals and fight our way through to get to you, while you use the force to evade captivity. Then I will engage Gideon in battle and get back what belongs to me. Meanwhile the rest of you take care of the stormtroopers and return to the ship. We have enough explosives to blow up his light cruiser on our way off world.”
Elora nodded with a confident look in her eyes. “I bet none of them have fought a Jedi before. They won't know what hit them. I can do this!”
Elora had dealt with Imperials back on Nevarro. Her initial fear had turned into eagerness. This was her chance to prove that she was capable of doing good things with her abilities. Most of all she wanted to prove to herself that she was a good person, to finally make peace with the mistakes she had made.
The travel through hyperspace took longer than expected. While the Mandalorians, Din included, were all cleaning their weapons and talking about the plan, or in Bo-Katan's case about avenging Mandalore, Elora had retreated into Din's sleeping nook where she had reverted to drawing to process the entire situation.
As Din opened the door he cocked his head in surprise to find his girlfriend like this. Wrapped in a brown bantha fur blanket with his datapad in one hand and an object he thought he had lost in her other. She looked up from her work with a little smile on her face and Din could swear she could hear his heartbeat accelerating.
"What are you up to?" he asked and looked over her shoulder at her sketch of his old mythosaur necklace.
"I uh… found this and thought it looked somewhat mysterious. An eye catcher. Beskar, isn't it?"
Din nodded and took the shiny beskar mythosaur skull, rubbing his thumb over it. Memories bubbled to the surface of his mind as he looked at it. He remembered Lazlo Akiba, the Mandalorian who had saved his life in the war zone that his homeworld, Aq Vetina, had become. He felt guilty that he hadn't been able to return the favor in the Night of a Thousand Tears. Din felt like he had let down the man this necklace had once belonged to. Just like his parents' death, he would always remember the moment when the Armorer had told him that his buir had become one with the Manda and had given him his father's necklace. 
"If you fight as good as you draw, I don't need to worry about you."
"Thank you for trusting my abilities."
Din smiled under his helmet and regarded the mythosaur pendant once more before putting it around her neck - the shiny object visible for everyone to see.
"In case another young clone thinks he has a shot." The smirk was audible in his voice and Elora chuckled.
"Just wait til we're back from this mission and have some alone time. I intend to show you how thankful I am." she spoke in a slightly seductive tone. Din's mind wandered straight into the gutter and he had to blink away the filthy mental images in front of his inner eye.
I should really think about getting myself a codpiece…
"Actually I'm here to tell you that we'll be dropping out of hyperspace in thirty minutes. Are you sure you're ready for this?"
"The royal family being in danger is partially my fault. I have to correct my past mistake."
Elora stood up to put on her signature gray Jawa cloak. Din watched her intently and sighed. "I wouldn't blame you if you would change your mind."
"I know, Din. But this is something I gotta do."
She put a reassuring hand on his pauldron before she went to join the others, leaving Din speechless.
I would lay down my life for her.
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Arfour's dome had become Grogu's new favorite spot instead of his pram which hovered in the corner, waiting to be used again. He had a better view from there over the spacious cockpit and watched curiously how Atina talked to Ruusaan on the comms while she watched the streaks of hyperspace which resembled a tunnel of light.
He missed Din and Elora a great deal, and to distract himself from the grief of missing them, he slid down Arfour's body and waddled through the cockpit without the Pantoran noticing since she was listening intently to another briefing about several battle strategies. An asteroid near Nevarro would be the perfect spot to gather behind, to wait for the moment to strike. She went over several of those strategies with Ruusaan and the fleet she was leading. Many good suggestions started coming in. They would need one that wouldn't cause any or as few civilian deaths as possible. Since Atina had never been to Nevarro, she had no idea what exactly to expect. All she knew about it was that it was a bounty hunter infested skughole made from volcanic rock.
Grogu descended the ladder, and Arfour, taking his new responsibility as a temporary babysitter seriously, followed him, bleeping in slight annoyance at Grogu's antics. He had been told to stay put more than once now, but sitting in one spot quickly became boring and the need to discover stronger.
"Now now what are you doing down here?" Fox sighed as he discovered the infant looking at him with a curious spark in his eyes. He interrupted his work on the wiring and picked Grogu up.
"Patoo." the child babbled, pointing at the wiring that needed fixing.
"You're too young to help me with that, little one. Don't want you to get electrocuted." He carried him to one of the broad viewports on the backside of the ship. The blue and white streaks of hyperspace lit up the room. Grogu's eyes widened as he saw the entire squadron of eight Mandalorian Kom'rk starfighters following Atina.
"See, they are all following us to help your parents." Fox said and Grogu raised his ears that symbolized happiness. The first thing he thought when he saw the squadron following them was that Elora probably would have lots of fun tinkering on one of those. He had watched her fix the Crest more often than not and knew how much she enjoyed the handiwork.
They remained in front of the viewport for several minutes until Arfour nudged Fox's leg to notify him that they would soon drop out of hyperspace and that he should strap Grogu in, in case leaving hyperspace got a little bumpy.
Holding a baby like that made Fox miss the days he spent with his wife and baby in her apartment on Coruscant. It caused memories to resurface that he believed he had forgotten, so many memories, yet not enough. Not being able to watch his daughter grow up to the woman he had met half a year ago still weighed heavy on his mind and soul.
Atina descended from the cockpit and put her hands on her hips. "You sneaky little bugger, that's the third time you disappear without me noticing. Wow, I really suck as a babysitter, aren't I?"
Fox chuckled. "That's quite alright, he didn't cause any trouble."
Atina rubbed the bridge of her nose. "That's not the point. Him not listening could get him into trouble, thinking about the people we, Elora, and Din have to deal with on our travels. I just want that little womp rat to be safe, is all."
"I know you care, ad'ika." Fox smiled and handed Grogu over to Atina.
"Anyway, in case that astromech hasn't notified you, we're dropping out of hyperspace in approximately ten minutes."
"I'm always ready to kick some Imps in the shebs."
Fox put Grogu in his safe pram, a few minutes later the ship dropped out of hyperspace with a jolt, so did the squadron and Atina steered the Endeavor straight behind the asteroid, landing on its surface, the squadron followed her example. Now all they had to do was wait for word from Din and Elora that the moment to strike had come. The comm channels were quiet and Grogu felt the building tension in the force that always lingered when a battle was about to begin.
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Ristea was a large farming planet that was mostly covered by fields, including many acres of land where countless large greenhouses secured food supply during the colder season where all kinds of food were grown. Those rural parts of the planet were sparsely inhabited, contrary to the planet's capital Risakka, which was located at a majestic snow covered mountain range and was actually built into the mountain itself. This architecture was unique in every way with its houses built from the mountain and the colorful window shutters of which each house shared individual colors and patterns, and sometimes family crests. The palace was basically this planet's crown. That's what it looked like from afar, the way this blue crystalline palace was built on top of the highest mountain, with the lower levels built into the mountain as well. The world's population was mostly human, especially in Risakka, due to the many years of oppression through the Empire. After the Empire fell, Ristea had finally been free, but now a new threat was looming over the planet, one that had to be taken care of. 
Din was nervous. Like he mentioned, he didn't like the idea of Elora turning herself in. By the looks of it her anxiety from the day before had vanished. Her calm and confident demeanor impressed him. As the Razor Crest dropped out of hyperspace a large green planet came into view with a few mountain ranges here and there.
Din had typed in the coordinates of a forest at the outskirts of the planet's capital.
With ease he landed at a forest clearing and descended from the cockpit. Bo-Katan and her people had already left the Razor Crest, waiting outside in the cool morning air. Elora was binding her hair back into a ponytail as Din came into the galley to check on her.
"Close your eyes." he said softly.
Elora gave him a puzzled look but complied, only to hear a mechanic hiss from his helmet and then feel his lips pressing on hers, a warm feeling washing over her. What started as a gentle kiss turned more intense once she opened her lips to let his tongue slip inside. Those soft and warm lips and the feeling of his mustache felt too good to be true. One hand carded through her hair, the other rested on her hip as Din poured his feelings for her into this kiss. The intimate moment was over way too soon for their liking, but they had to go and save more than one planet.
Elora's initial thought seeing Din with a jetpack was how perfectly it suited the rest of his armor and how handsome it made him look, and part of her wondered how she was supposed to keep up with him with that. She had no jetpack, but maybe, just maybe she could build something from scrap that would let her fly alongside him. Unfortunately this was not the right moment to ponder over it. The Mandalorians ignited their jetpacks and flew in the direction of the palace that was several miles away. Din stayed behind and opened his arms.
"Let me carry you to Risakka. It would take too long on foot."
"What if the Imps see you?" Elora asked.
"Not if I fly low enough."
She hesitated a moment before moving into his embrace. The next second her feet were no longer at the ground. By the time they were out of the winter forest, Din's flying had become a little safer. Flying was something he had to get used again since it had been a long time since he had last done it, mentioning that the last time he had used a jetpack was at the Rising Phoenix, a training program of the fighting corps he had been raised in. Elora was glad she had tied her hair back. The cool breeze would have messed it up otherwise.
As the mountain range came into sight, Din let her down behind a building with blue and green window shutters and colorful empty plant pots.
"Good luck, cyare. And don't you dare do something reckless that's not part of the plan."
Elora rolled her eyes at how worried he sounded.
"I'll be fine, Din. Don't let your worry for me cloud your judgment. Stick to the plan."
Din nodded and asked himself if he could ever stop worrying about her. She meant the world to him. He left as quickly as he had landed, because he knew if he had stayed any longer he would have kissed her again and this time he wouldn't have let her go to do her part.
Din flew low and carefully not to get discovered as he tracked Bo-Katan to a ventilation shaft at the blue crystalline outer wall of the palace that, for the most part, was overgrown by a leafy plant and was therefore easily overlooked.
"Took you a while, Djarin." the red haired Mandalorian said.
"I had to take Elora closer to the city."
"Jedi can run as fast as the wind, did you know that?"
"Sounds like you have met Jedi before."
Bo-Katan sighed in slight annoyance. "I did, and most of the time not on good terms. The way she looks at you didn't escape my notice. Let me give you a word of advice. Mandalorians and Jedi may make a good team, but a romantic relationship holds no future."
"Speaking from experience?"
"Jedi are allowed to love but not to form attachments. My…sister had to experience that the hard way."
"No, Elora is different. She's not living after some Jedi code, only the code of the Jawas that was instilled in her since she was a little kid. She values her family way too much. She tells me stories of her clan more often than not, she has a strong attachment to them."
"What can I say except that I hope you're right."
"Guys? Our comms are down. They're disrupting our signal." Axe noted.
"Great how are we gonna notify Chuchi now?" Koska asked.
"She's been in contact with us ten minutes ago. When she realizes our signal gets disrupted, she will prepare to attack." Bo-Katan assured them.
Din agreed. "She's smart, she'll figure it out."
"Comms being down means they know we're nearby or it's just a precaution. Let's get moving." Axe used his flamethrower to burn away the greenery and climbed in first, followed by Koska, Bo-Katan, and then Din.
Elora noticed the white duraplast stormtrooper armor from afar. She approached three troopers with raised hands as they pointed their blasters at her.
"I'm holding up my part of the deal." she spoke with an audible fearlessness in her voice. They searched her for weapons, took her lightsaber and put shackles on her that weren't even made of force repellent material. She knew it wouldn't do much once she unleashed her abilities.
"We captured the Jedi. Notify Moff Gideon immediately!" one trooper spoke to his com-link.
The palace looked so cold from the outside, yet it had a comfortable room temperature behind its huge shiny cerulean gates.
They led her through the entrance hall with crystalline stairs that had yellow carpet on them. The enormous chandelier hanging from the ceiling was a pretty eye catcher. Elora quickly noticed that the usual palace personnel were nowhere to be seen. No servants, no maids, no Ristean security, only stormtroopers who infested the palace like parasites.
As soon as they entered a hallway with no other stormtroopers in sight, Elora felt this was the right time to wreak havoc. She came to a halt.
"Move or we blast your head off!" one trooper threatened.
"Is that the correct way to treat a lady?" Elora tutted and used a force wave to knock them off her feet and focused on letting the force unlock her shackles. This was way too easy. The troopers got back up, but before they could shoot, she force pushed them against the walls, setting free her raw force abilities. These people wanted to harm her, and wanted to harm Grogu. This thought alone caused blood to drop from between the duraplast armor plates which cracked along with the troopers' bones. They screamed in pain for a moment and a deathly silence fell over the hallway as their lifeless bodies landed in one large puddle of their blood.
Elora took a deep breath, took her lightsaber from the dead trooper's belt and sprinted down the corridor around the next corner where she sensed more of them were. She ignited her lightsaber and deflected each blaster bolt. Screaming and blood pooling on the crystalline floor followed, with the occasional torn off limb here and there, she left a path or gruesome carnage behind.
The next squadron of troopers shot stun days at her and Elora assumed that the orders had changed. She was wanted alive. The more trooper's died a painful death by her hand, the more nervous she could sense the remaining trooper's became until they were running for their lives. Elora wondered if Din and the other Mandalorians had infiltrated the prison yet. She tried to comm them but as it turned out their signal was getting disrupted. Just as she was thinking about how to fix that issue, ray shields activated at the doors.
"Nice try, Moffy. You need to do better than that." she muttered and slashed her lightsaber through the doorframe and the  mechanism holding up the ray shield, when all of a sudden stun rays shot from the wall on both sides. A security mechanism she wasn't familiar with that made her surroundings blurr for a moment before she fell and faded out of consciousness.
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Simple harmonic motion Chapter 11: Do you think of me?
Word count: 6.2k Pairing: Din Djarin (the Mandalorian) x F!reader Summary: After parting with Grogu, Din just wants to get back to normal as soon as possible. With a new ship - harshly used Millennium Falcon gifted to him by the Republic - he sets off to do what he knows best. The Falcon proves to be a handful and Din seems to be guided to you through recurring dreams. You take over as the mechanic & engineer. He helps you recover from your dark past and adventures ensue, feelings arise, but something more is at play. What is the Force up to? Perhaps it is something that Din is avoiding. Set between the end of Season 2 of The Mandalorian and The Force Awakens. In this story, the escape pod on the Falcon is right next to the gunner turret. Warnings: mention of human trafficking, panic attacks, eventual smut, slow burn, typical Star Wars violence, cursing, mention of blood & gore, blind fold, light bondage 🔥, squirting 💦, use of the word daddy, creampie🥧, orgasm denial
Author’s note: Hi friends! I hope all of you are doing well. I decided to take this summer off to spend some quality time with the people I love. I am back now though 🥰This took me awhile to write because I have started some other fanfiction stories, which I hope to share soon! I think I will put this story on a hiatus until the new season of the Mandalorian comes out since I am curious to see what Favreau and Filoni do with the storyline. For now though, please enjoy this new chapter, and please let me know if you'd like to be tagged in future chapters 😽thanks for reading!! ← Previous Chapter 10: The argument
A constant, deeply rooted pain. That is all you could feel in your shoulder. Your breath came in and out of your nose as your chest rose and fell. You were vaguely aware that you were cold. Fluorescent light flooded your vision as you lifted your eyelids with much effort. You recognized the paneling near the baseboard of the room. You searched your mind for that memory, and finally found it. You had “worked” for a private contractor on rewirings for the Empire. 
The smell of disinfectant meandered its way to you. You guessed that you were in a medical bay of an imperial ship. Why and how? 
“Ahem.” Your eyes shot up to the source of the cleared throat. A Mandalorian woman with dark blue armor stared back at you with a small smile. “I am Kosha Reeves. I’ve been tasked to take care of you.”
“Where is-?” You tried to sit up, but pain shot through your shoulder causing you to yelp. Koska rushed forwards, helping to support you. “He is with Bo Katan. You should try to rest.”
“Why are we on an imperial ship? Are you a part of the same clan as him?”
She chuckled in response. “Let me change your gauges, and I’ll explain everything.”
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“You’re resisting it.” 
“Resisting what?” Din feigned, but he knew what she was referring to. Why did it matter so much to her? Why would she even want to talk about it when there was no chance she would ever win it back?
He had it with him, the dark saber tucked securely to his belt, but he ignored it. Sometimes, he forgot about it. Those were his favorite moments, yet he could never fully enjoy them since he never realized their existence when they were occurring. He was only able to enjoy those moments of ignorance after the fact, similar to spending quality time with someone who later passed away unexpectedly; you never realize the moment is fleeting, that you should really enjoy it while you can. He vaguely thought of the abstract figures of his parents; He couldn’t remember much, but he always wished he had spent more time with them before they were taken away from him.
He wished to go back to a dull existence of bounty hunting and providing for his clan. Those were the simple times when he could hunt but have the neutrality of a bounty hunter. He was just doing a job, that’s all. He might as well have been a bounty droid.
But now, he had a responsibility to his people. He had tried to “resist” it, as Bo Katan stated, but it seems that he had been cornered.
“She will continuously be thrust into danger the longer you resist it.”
Din wanted Bo Katan to be wrong. He wanted her claims that the dark saber had chosen you to be his queen to be false, but what did he know? He knew that the Force worked in mysterious ways, and he knew that he loved you. Those were the two facts that circulated the light cruiser bridge as Bo Katan limped back to him.
She was still recovering from her wounds inflicted by the Moff, who had shot at her while Luke struck down every dark trooper. She was not healing gracefully at all, and it seemed like she knew it, thus why she is now trying her best to convince him to unite their people with the saber.
“You are completed by her. This is the opportune moment to unite the Mandalorian people.”
It was so much more complicated than that. His people had been stamped out by the Empire, cast into hiding in order to survive. How would he ever inspire them? Grogu was back, and with the addition of DG5, he had inadvertently started a non-traditional family with you. He wanted to continue that with you, but the specifics were muddled and clouded. He vaguely knew what he wanted with you, but the details were unclear. Perhaps the only way to figure out those details were to take up the mantle of Mand'alor.
“The recurring dreams of her confirms it. It is time to do your duty.”
“She needs time to heal, and we need time to talk.”
Din wanted to take you somewhere so you could fully recover. He wanted time with you before the next journey began.
“It will never be the perfect time to start.”
Din knew she was right, but it could wait. You needed time to heal.
“Give me a few days to talk to her.”
“I’ll be awaiting your return.”
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While you were resting, Din made his way down into the gunner pit to gather a change of clothes for you. As he set foot at the bottom of the stairwell, he glanced over at where you usually slept. He spotted one of your notebooks, one of the ones that you used to draw in before he bought you the board he mounted near the holotable. The notebook looked like it had been recently drawn in, which puzzled him since you did all your sketches now on the board. With the notebook gently in his hands he idly flipped through it starting at the front where the earliest drawings were. There were some sketches of the components of the Falcon you already fixed such as the shield generator, sensor dish, and heat exhaust vent. Towards the back though, there were patterns that looked like rising suns, they covered the entire page, no pages of pages were filled with them. As he flipped through these patterned pages, he realized that these must have been the patterns you were drawing when you were upset about the whole grenade launcher gun issue. His hands stilled as he remembered you crying as he inspected the gun you had made with mudhorn signet on it, and how you whispered that you just wanted to help. He remembered being able to hear your rhythmically drawing during this time too, he had thought you were working on some ship component, when in actuality you had just been using these patterns to let out your pent-up stress.
The patterns must’ve been how you coped with anxiety, a way to let your mind go when it all just became too much. He felt guilt low and heavy in his chest. From the multiple pages, it seemed that you had had several anxiety attacks recently. He must’ve not noticed. Guilt and dread jabbed him as he gathered some clothes for you. Wanting to make it up to you, or at least start to make it up to you, he decided to bring some of your blankets and pillows to you so that you felt more at home while you healed. As he folded a few blankets, he wondered if you thought of this as “home”. What did you think of the job? Or was it a job anymore to you? He certainly felt like you and him were past that. He felt safe with you, he felt like he knew you, dare he say that he loved you? But, what did you think of all of this? Did you ever think of him as something more?
Probably not, he decided. He wanted to believe that you did, but there was no way he could imagine that you would, not after everything he had put you through. As he sets your notebook back down, he notices an earmarked page in one of your galactic geography books. He picks it up and flips the book open to that page. An image of a Naboo waterfall graces his eyes as he glances over the few paragraphs dedicated to the planet. He notices your handwriting at the top corner of the page: “never have seen a waterfall before, would be nice to visit here.” Perhaps you could recover there instead of on a stolen imperial ship. His mind wanders further as he sets the book back down to focus on gathering some of your clothes. As he folds one of your shirts for you, he realizes how much he misses you-all of you. Without thinking, he unfastens his helmet and lifts it off his head. He stares had the shirt, and how small it looks in his hands. He pushes the fabric to his nose as he takes a long inhale. He wants to make it up to you for everything, but he has no idea how. How would he be able to apologize for putting you in harm’s way over and over again since he decided to avoid the dark saber. He would first ask you what you wanted. He could start there. He folded several blankets and stacked a few pillows on the folded blankets as he was lost in thought. He used his phoenix to jet up the stairwell.
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Two days had passed since you had first woken up to Kosha. You had been in and out of consciousness, mostly sleeping since you had no real sense of time due to being out in space and the confines of the ship. Din had spent more time with you on the second day as he had brought a lot of your belongings on to the ship to make you feel more comfortable. The act was endearing, to say the least. You two had not talked much since the fire fight, much less discuss further about the dark saber. You were able to pick up that the dark saber was a very touchy issue with the other Mandalorians based off of some eavesdropping as you pretended to sleep.
In fact, you can’t remember Din even saying a word to you since the fire fight. You got the sense that he wanted to talk to you in private, but perhaps privacy was only available once they were off the Imperial ship? Either way, you were fine with the silence, him just holding your hand as you read your galactic geography book. It was fine for a while, but you were starting to get bored, feeling trapped and fidgety.
Of course, Din noticed. And finally on the third day he broached a question.
“Would you want to go to Naboo?” He asked it right when Bo Katan’s speeder ship left to go get supplies at a nearby planet.
“Why would we do that?”
“It’d be a much more enjoyable place to heal instead of here.” He gestured with his hands at the bedroom you were placed in. He had a good point. You had always wished that he had a bounty there, but they always seemed to go to either super remote planets, overly populated planets or planets that are known for criminal activity. None of those ever included Naboo.
“Wouldn’t it be expensive?” Naboo was a beautiful planet that often attracted a lot of tourists. It had to be out of Din’s price range, if he even had one.
“Bo Katan has contacts there, said she could pull a few strings for us.” As Din said this, he stretched out and put his hands behind his head, manspreading to the max.
“That seems overly nice of her…” You had yet to really feel out Bo Katan. She seemed to have another agenda going, and thus you did not trust her at all.
“Mandalorians gotta take care of each other.” But, you weren’t a Mandalorian. Perhaps this meant that Bo Katan saw you as part of Din’s clan, which you weren’t sure how to feel. Ever since you argued with Din about the dark saber, you were not sure how he felt about you. He treated you like an angel, of course. He took care of you and made sacrifices for you, but you were shocked when he resisted to talk to you about the dark saber. You were just trying to return the favor of mutual support. This of course was not the first time that he had resisted your help.
“Okay, yeah let’s go to Naboo.” Din got up and started to gather your things. “Wait, are we going right now? Shouldn’t we wait for Bo Katan to get back?”
“Nah, I told her that we might leave while she is out. Sit tight as I load up everything. I’ll give you Grogu for now.” Din passed you Grogu as he was sleeping. He cuddled closer to you as Din started to bring your blankets, pillows and books back to the Falcon. DG5 kept you company as well.
Eventually, Din came back to you. As you moved to get up, Din put out a hand to stop you. “Woah, you’re not walking. I’ll carry you.” 
“Din, don’t be silly, I can walk. It was my shoulder that was injured.” 
“I’d rather not risk it.” He cocked his head as he peered down at you. 
You rolled your eyes in defeat, and he carefully maneuvered you into his arms, bridal style. You held on to Grogu and Din held you as he walked you both to the Falcon. DG5 followed along after Din. He set you down gently into the Falcon’s co-pilot seat. “You should get some rest on the way over. DG5 and I got everything from here.” You gave him a nod as he started to turn knobs, push buttons and dial in the route to Naboo. You were glad to be moving again. You had missed traveling even though you were just static for a few days.
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Bo Katan was able to get Din a room in one of the government’s palaces on a remote lake. Bo Katan briefly said that she once knew Naboo’s senator and had kept up relations with the Naboo government. Din got the sense that she didn’t want to say anything further, so he decided not to pry.
The palace was gorgeous and serene, the round domes of it peaking through the dense forest on the edge of the blue green lake. The lake was massive, appearing to be an ocean rather than a lake. The group had landed and had gotten comfortable on the sitting area near the docks, just in time for the sunset. Din watched you as you held Grogu on your lap with DG5 at your side. The wind was lightly blowing your hair out of your face, the peachy sunlight making you glow. Along with the wind, the birds were swooping and diving as they chatted to each other, hunting and herding the various insects over the water. He could also hear the rustle of the forest as the wind wiped through the trees and up the mountain looming behind the palace. The sun touched the horizon, merging the lake surface with the sky into one. He knew that the sky and the lake were separate entities, but his eyes could not tell the difference. This was starkly similar to how he felt about uniting his people with the dark saber. Right now, he could not see the end, where he succeeds in taking back Mandalore and being able to feel that you and the rest of the clan are safe again. But, he knew that that time would eventually come, he just had to be patient and trust that time would bring him to that moment.
Grogu seemed to sense that you were tired and wanted to enjoy the sunset in silence, so he quieted down and decided to also watch. DG5 emitted a few beeps, saying that this was his first sunset.
It seemed to be a special moment, perhaps even a turning point. After this short vacation, the real work would begin. Din decided to not get ahead of himself though.
As the sun set, Grogu held your finger, and you kissed his head. “Thanks for taking us here.” You glanced over at him with a smile.
Din was taken aback, only being able to nod at you in response. It seemed that you were open to talking to him again, which he was relieved by. He knew though that he needed to talk to you and the rest of the team about the dark saber and future plans. That conversation needed to eventually happen. But, tonight he needed to touch you. He wanted to first show you physically that he cared about you. Talking could come later.
The dome of the sun setting finally disappeared into the horizon. The peachy cotton candy colors in the clouds slowly started to fade, and the chilliness from the cooling lake swept in from the wind. You visually shivered, causing Din to get up and move towards you. “I think it is time to put Grogu to bed. DG5 would you be willing to watch him while he sleeps?”
DG5 beeped, basically translating to a thumbs up. You had finally convinced Din to let you walk, but Din still made sure to have a hand on your low back as he held Grogu while you all walked back into the palace to the west side, where Grogu had his own room. It was a bit much, but Din thought might as well spread out while they had the space. Plus, it gave him and you more privacy. DG5 never asked why he had to room with Grogu, but Din suspected that DG5 knew why. Thankfully he was being a good sport about it.
“Alright buddy, it’s nap time.” Grogu yawned on queue, which Din thanked the maker for. “DG5, you good with watching him?” DG5 responded with a few beeps indicating that he was good to go. Din touched his forehead to Grogu’s as a parting kiss and gave DG5 a thumbs up. He turned to you and found you smiling from ear to ear. “What?”
You giggled saying, “You’re such a good dad.” Din almost responded with ‘and you’re such a good mom,’ but he resisted and just shrugged his shoulders instead.
“C’mon, let’s go. DG5 has everything handled.”
You both walked to the east side of the palace to where your shared room was. Din rubbed small circles with his hand while he held your low back. You shuffled slowly as you were still weak. You thought you were an annoyance to Din, but he was in no hurry.
Din opened the door for you, allowing you to step in and take in the large bed chamber. The white marble was streaked with gray, almost appearing to be some foreign landscape, like the ones of Crait based off the images in your galactic geography book. The marble floor chilled your feet while the cool air made the linen curtains billow and churn. You changed into some of your favorite sleeping clothes while Din arranged the pillows on the bed for you. The bed was massive, definitely the largest you’ve ever seen. It was surrounded by draped white linen curtains, which was in stark contrast to the dark mahogany wood of the frame and posts. The posts weren’t even near the ceiling, which were stone vaulted ceilings. Every movement echoed a bit, making you feel as if you were in a great hall or a cathedral. It was all too large for your liking, but you weren’t about to complain.
Din approached you from behind, but still kept his distance. You could feel him hesitating, as if he wanted to reach out and touch you.
“I wanted to apologize…for everything.”
You sighed while you put your clothes away into your pack, contemplating on what to say. You turned toward him, but did not look at him. “You have nothing to be sorry for.”
Din rushed forward, bracing you with both his hands gripping your upper arms. All of a sudden he was so close to you. You could hear his rapid breathing, as if he had run a great length to get to you even though you were just a short stride away.
Your eyes sprang up to meet where you thought his were. He had greatly startled you, making you rock back on your heels, almost losing your balance, but you shot your hands to his arms and he helped steady you.
“Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. I just…I have felt distant from you. I want to be near you again.”
You looked away from him and mumbled, “You’re the one who pushed everyone away.”
Din lifted your head with his index finger on your chin. “I know, you deserve so much more. Let me make it up to you, please.” Din knelt as he professed his faith to you, kneeling before his queen. He buried his face into your clothed belly, wrapping his arms around your torso. He felt so alone, he wanted to feel you. He breathed your scent in, allowing himself to feel calm from it.
“Okay, okay honey, it is okay. I am here. Let’s move to the bed?” You seemed a bit flustered and surprised, but also relieved to be talking and touching him again. You rubbed his shoulders, trying to make him relax more.
For a brief moment, Din was catatonic. He just wanted to stay like this, you above him, you wrapped around him, and him wrapped around you. He was truly afraid for the future, and all it might hold. As if you could sense his trepidation, you whispered, “Din, let’s talk this out on the bed.”
Din firmly wrapped his arms around you, and lifted you with ease. You squeaked with surprise as he lifted you and walked you over to the bed to lay you down. He stayed standing, while you laid on the bed, with your legs around his torso. “You want to lay down with me?” You patted the space next to you.
Instead of acknowledging you, he played with the frayed edge of your shirt and asked, “Can I bury my dick inside you?” 
Your mouth gaped open in even more shock. “I thought you wanted to talk, not fuck?” You giggled at him while he threw his arms out in exasperation.
“Fucking will help me clear my head before we talk about Bo Katan and the dark saber. I promise I will share everything with you. I just…need to be inside you. I promise to be gentle so I don’t hurt your wounds. I want to do all the work; you have done enough.”
You nodded at him, giving him the permission he was seeking, “Okay Din, rock my world.” You laid on the bed alone, anxiously waiting for Din to make the first move, but you could tell he was taking his time.
Din took out three pieces of silk that he had bought at the market when you all had first landed. You were busy with DG5 and Grogu looking at other vendors in the Naboo market, while Din was plotting. He rubbed the smooth cool cloth between his fingers. “Could we try something different?...Do you trust me?”
“Of course, Din. I trust you with my life and everything in it.”
Din walked slowly around the bed so that he stood next to your head, your eyes solely on him. He reached out and caressed your cheek, and then your neck with his hand.
“Can I blindfold you, and tie your wrists to the posts?”
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You were shocked to say the least, to find yourself in this situation. With anyone else, you would have had a horrible panic attack, but with Din, you were so turned on, and apparently wetter than you ever had been.
Currently, your wrists were tied to the bed posts, you were blindfolded, and slowly sucking Din off.
“Nice and slow, baby. You look absolutely perfect with my cock between your lips, honey.”
Din was naked, kneeling over your face, slowly dipping his dick in and out of your mouth. One of his hands was gripping the backboard of the bed frame, keeping him steady and grounded. The other was tangled in your hair, keeping your head steady as he used your mouth to his liking.
“You’re treating me so well, sweetheart.”
He sounded absolutely spent, exhausted and ruined. You hummed contently as he continued to pump your mouth. You wished you could see him, but it was not time yet to see his face. That would come later on, whenever he was ready. At the very least though, you could see his midsection hovering above you, his abs and pecs flexing with effort as he moved his whole body, slowly rocking into you. He wasn’t going very deep, and you knew he was trying his best to be as gentle as possible, so you took it upon yourself to take him in your throat. You tilted your head forward and swallowed him. He sputtered in shock.
“Baby, careful, I’m about to bust if you do that again.” He slowly pulled away from you. You released his cock with a pop from your lips. “That was heavenly. I didn’t hurt you?”
“No Din, I’m good.” You smiled even though you couldn’t see his reaction, but he sounded wrecked.
You heard some rustling as Din moved, repositioning himself. You adjusted your arms a bit. “Did I tie them too tight?” He had tied each arm to opposite poles, but with plenty of slack in the middle. You were spread eagle, but comfortable. “No, just adjusting and getting ready for your next move.”
He skirted his hand up your thigh as he positioned himself between your legs. You jolted at the touch and bit your lip. “Shh baby, it’s okay. It’s just me.” You felt him as he slowly kissed and licked up your leg as his hand went before his mouth, until it met your breast. He slowly mouthed his way from your tummy to your tit. He kneaded your tit and eventually sucked on your nipple while you arched into him. “You look immaculate, my love.”
You couldn’t respond, too consumed by his touch to even think of stringing words together to make a comprehensible sentence. As he licked from your tits to your neck, he inserted a thick finger into your wet pussy with a content sigh.
You moaned and he swallowed it whole as he started to pump his finger into you. He used his other hand to cradle your neck, bringing you impossibly closer to him while your tongues danced together. He inserted another finger, as he had become quite aware of when you were ready for another. You already felt so full and overwhelmed by his presence, but you craved so much more.
He broke his mouth away from yours, as he whispered sweet praises into your ear. “Sweet girl, I could do this every night for you. You look so perfect tied up for me to play with.” He pressed gentle kisses into you as he moved his way back down to your neck, tits, tummy and finally to your pussy. He pulled your hips to him as he engulfed your clit with his mouth, making it feel impossibly hot, as he pushed three fingers into your tight cunt.
He licked and sucked your clit while humming and pumping your cunt full of his thick long fingers. All you could do was take it. You arched and moaned, pulling against your restrains, wanting desperately to tangle your fingers in his hair. You felt pressure building in your core, quickly leading to the start of an orgasm. You were chasing it, but Din detached himself from you. “No, baby please I was so close.”
“Be patient, my love.” was all he gave you. You pulled desperately against your restraints, your legs trying to wrap around him and pull him back in. “Din, please!” You whined, barely recognizing your own voice.
You heard him rearranging himself again. He lifted your legs to be around his torso and over his thighs as he knelt on the bed, resting on his shins with them spread open. He pulled your hips closer to him, stretching your arms out more. He breathed, “Say that again, honey.”
“Din, please fuck-” He pulled your hips even closer, and pushed his cock inside your tight pussy. He leaned slightly forward, pushing fully into you. “I love it when you talk to me.” He started a steady pace, pumping and rubbing your clit. You moved your head to the side out of embarrassment, not acquainted with be vocal during sex since this was all so new to me. Din instantly caught on.
“Hey, nothing to be ashamed of. I want you to tell me what you want from me. You deserve everything that you desire.” He said this in bouts due to his effort of stroking you, hips bouncing at a fast but steadfast pace.
He used his hand to guide your face back so he could see you better while brushing your hair out of the way. “I just want you, Din. You make me feel so good.”
“That’s what I like to hear.” He pushed two of his fingers into your mouth as he continued to pump your pussy. You sucked gently, and he cursed. He pulled his fingers from your mouth and leaned back on his heels, while pulling you into him, effectively spearing you on his cock. He maneuvered your right leg so that your foot was flat on his chest, making it so that your right thigh was pressed up against your tummy, opening up your hips to him and allowing him to deeply push into your pussy with his cock. He continued to pump you with his cock, but filling you up completely. He started to hit up against something deep inside you that made you involuntarily moan. Your moans started to get more high pitched and you started to feel like you were in a dream, not being able to control yourself.
“Fuck, you are behaving so perfectly for me, baby. You like it when daddy is in control?”
That new nickname for himself pushed you over the edge. You squirted onto his chest as he increased his speed. “Fucking hell, I love it when you do that, especially when it’s on me. You like marking daddy?” A bit more came out, while you screamed. “Looks like baby girl does.”
He pushed you down with his hand against the back of your right thigh and moved his hips so that his cock continued to stoke deep inside you. He leaned over you again, quickening the pace. You wished you could see his face, wanting to know how he felt. As if he could sense what you wanted, he whispered, “You make me feel so divine.” If only you could see him. He was focused on your face, eyes and all of his essence trained in you, trying to gauge your reactions, as he pumped quickly inside you. He was so attuned to you that he would be able to adjust based on the sounds coming from that sweet mouth of yours.
He slowed down, and sat back on his heels, while pulling you forward by your hips again. He sat up on his knees, like when he was kneeling before you, but pulled your hips up with his cock still inside you. He straightened your legs so that your ankles were resting near his shoulders. He held them in place with one hand, and the other started to rub your clit as he started to pump inside you.
He kissed your ankle as he started to speed up. You could hear his breathing becoming labored as he hammered into you. At this point, you were a moaning mess, wailing in pleasure as his cock hit your g-spot every time without failure, and his finger being light as a feather on your clit. The contrast of the two was atomic. You had never felt like this before. And you loved it. You loved giving all the control to Din. You loved how he rearranged your body like he wanted and set the pace like he wanted. You loved being submissive for him.
“You’re doing such a great job, sweetheart. You’re taking my cock so well.”
He leaned forward so that both of his hands were pushing into the mattress near your head. He instructed you to keep your ankles on his shoulders. “Let go baby, let daddy do all the work.” You moaned as he sped up impossibly more, hips ramming into yours, cock spearing deep inside you. All you could focus on was his breathing, and his cute little moans as he hammered into you with all of his might. “I love you. I love you so much.” He whispered this to you as you came. It bolted through you, like electricity. It ricocheted throughout your body, radiating through your extremities, causing you to scream in ecstasy. You quickly became dazed, but the reminiscence of the orgasm left you feeling buzzed and content.
Din followed closely behind you, pumping you full of his cum. So much so that it oozed out as he continued to thrust into you. You relished in the feeling of being filled to the brim with everything that was him.
He fell to the side and guided your face to his and tenderly made out with you. He skimmed his hands along your asscheeks, guiding your leg to hitch over his hip. “Gods, my love, you are absolutely gorgeous.”
“I love you too, Din.” He pushed his tongue into your mouth in response, licking into you, making you giggle as he continued to make out with you. You could tell that he wanted to continue and so did you…
As the third round of amazing sex finished, he sealed his helmet back on and released your binds and blind fold. You were finally able to see him, which of course led you to instantly kiss his pecs. His rumbled chuckle came through his chest as you continued to kiss his body. Eventually, you settled down, with Din laying on his back as you laid on your side with his hand palming you asscheek. There was comfortable silence for a while as you both just were so content in each other’s presence.
“Bo Katan thinks that you keep on getting in harm’s way because the dark saber wants you to be my queen.” He said this while he stared at the ceiling. He moved his head to face you.
“Is that what you think?” 
“Yes.” He waited patiently while you thought it over.
You stretched out on the bed, while you said, “Well, Maz always said that the Force works in mysterious ways, so I guess it is true.”
He was thoughtlessly rubbing light circles on you as he gazed at you. You looked so comfortable on the bed. He thought you’d be more shocked by Bo Katan’s words.
“What are your plans? Are you going to unite your people, with the help of Bo Katan?” You arched an eyebrow at him.
“Yes, but I will need your help.” 
“My help?”
He huffed, and fidgeted, as if he was nervous to talk to you all of a sudden. He breathed out, as if he was steadying himself. “I was thinking about you, when Bo Katan said that the dark saber wanted you to be my queen. I think I want that too.” He paused, as if to collect the courage to continue. “I always think about you, every time of the day actually.”
He fidgeted more, shifting around and he eventually sat up and moved away from you so that he and you were separated as much as possible on the bed. You were so confused by his actions. Hadn’t he just made you squirt and orgasm multiple times just minutes ago?
“Anyways, you probably don’t think about me like that, since I…I-um…since I put you through so much. How could you, after all the shit that has happened to you because of me?” He whispered this, looking down at his feet where they met the cold marble.
He paused, and you tried to take advantage of it. “Din, I…”
“Do you think of me?” He shook his head to himself. “A little?”
You sat up and scooted right next to him and held him. You held him tight, trying to make him understand. “Of course, I always think about you. I love you so much, Din. It would be my honor to be your queen.” You wished there was some way you could inaudibly transfer what you were feeling for Din to him, so that he could fully understand how committed and in love you were with him. Words just seemed to fail to communicate this for you.
He breathed out and his body instantly became more relaxed. “I will treat you better. I have to treat you better. You deserve so much…you deserve everything.”
“Din, don’t worry about me. You’re doing great, and plus I will have DG5 and Grogu now. Our own little family.”
His head shot up at the mention of family. “And, I’d like to, um, eventually grow that family with you.” You held his hands tightly and grinned at him.
“That would make all of my dreams come true, sweetheart. You would be such a great mother.” He whispered this to you as he cradled your face.
“And you’re already such a great dad,” you giggled. You pressed your forehead to his and breathed in deeply. “I am ready to support you. I am ready to be your queen.”
This last little part was inspired by the first 50 seconds from video a of Pedro performing a viral monologue from "For All the Lovesick Mad Sad Geniuses" by Ngozi Anyanwu: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RZWork5cx8I. I always get goosebumps whenever I listen to it. I absolutely love how deep his voice is in this video!
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Ancient Enemy of Mandalore - Chapter 1: Unexpected Ally
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Din Djarin x OFC!Lumiria (Or Miria for short)
Warnings: Cursing, Star Wars typical violence, blood/injuries, Miria really hates Bo-Katan, slight mutual pining?, non-canon compliant (duh), time jump, soft!Din, Sarah makes some shit up about Star Wars?
Chapter Summary: Miria makes an unexpected new ally in her quest to bring down what's left of the Empire. This fic takes place immediately at the end of Mandalorian Season 2!
Word Count: 3,890
A/N: When I came up with the idea for this fic, it was originally meant to be a reader insert. Then, as my brain wandered, it turned into an OFC instead. This is really my first time writing in third person; usually for OFCs, I write from first person, but I wanted to capture Din and his thoughts throughout this series, so I went with third person. The story, while going back and forth between Din and Miria, is mainly about Miria. I've outlined about 7 total chapters so far, and I'm hoping you all will enjoy! Also, another shoutout to my wife @dyslexicbisexual451 for photographing me for these chapter headers! I can't wait for y'all to see the others we took, it was a fun shoot.
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The modified Kom’rk Mandalorian freighter jolts out of hyperspace, finally reaching it’s long awaited destination. Lumiria sucks in a breath as her target lay before her at long last: Moff Gideon’s cruiser. The cruiser seemed dead in space; the shields were down, and they made no attempt to hail Lumiria on her approach. Not once did it try to fire at her as she began landing in the hanger. Lumiria’s senses were thrown off by this unusual behavior; could it really have been this easy after all these years of searching? This wasn’t like Gideon to have his guard down when he knew she had been hunting him.
The hanger itself was deserted, save for a few TIE’s and, were those droids? Lumiria frowns from the cockpit, standing to make her way off the fighter. After grabbing her cloak, she heads down the ramp, lightsabers already in hand. There’s a droid in pieces near her ramp, and she takes a moment to inspect it. It hadn’t been destroyed by a blaster, but rather from a weapon like the ones she gripped tighter. She reaches out with the Force, searching for who was responsible, but felt nothing. Nothing, expect three other signs of life left on this giant cruiser; three other signs of life, who were heading her direction in the hanger; three other signs of life, who she wasn’t expecting to see here of all places in the galaxy: Mandalorians.
Two of the Mandalorians bore blue painted armor that was all but too familiar to 
Lumiria, of a clan long forgotten now. The third one bore naked beskar, the Mudhorn signet shining bright. The blue Mandalorians remove their helmets, and Lumiria’s grip on her lightsaber only tightens. On the right, she recognizes Koska Reeves, one of the NightOwls; Lumiria had no quarrel with her. But beside her, the red hair of the other gives away her identity before her helmet is fully off: Bo-Katan Kryze. Eyes narrowed, Lumiria steps forward.
“Miria,” Bo-Katan says, her own expression guarded. “I thought you were dead.” Miria scoffs.
“The same could be said for you too, Bo,” she dismisses, impatient. “Where is he?”
“You mean Gideon?” Bo-Katan asks sarcastically. “You just missed him, he’s been taken into New Republic custody.” Miria lets out a frustrated sigh, her patience running thin.
"So that means you have it, then.” It’s more of a statement than a question, Miria feeling confident she knows the answer already. Bo-Katan smirks before nodding at the still-helmeted shiny Mandalorian.
“Actually,” she starts. “He has it.” Her voice has an annoyed edge to it. Miria glances at the Mandalorian, seeing the Darksaber attached to his waist. She shrugs, returning her own sabers to her waist.
“Good,” she replies. “Better some other Mandalorian having it than you.” It’s Bo’s turn to scoff at Miria.
“He’s one of them,” Bo says, narrowing her eyes. “A Child of the Watch.” 
“A child who probably wasn't left with many options in his life when he was a foundling,” Mira shrugs again. She wouldn’t fall for Bo-Katan’s provocation. Not without returning the blow. “Unlike an adult who was fully aware of her decisions which then led to the end of Mandalore.” Bo-Katan’s eyes are burning with rage, nostrils flaring.
“You’re still on about that?” she asks, beginning to circle Miria. “All I wanted was peace for Mandalore. I left when shit got out of hand.” Miria laughs darkly.
“And tell me, how many innocent Mandalorians died before you decided it wasn’t for you?” She wasn’t in the mood for Bo-Katan’s bullshit anymore, she needed to keep moving.
Bo-Katan growls, shoving Miria backwards before aiming her blaster at her chest. Just as the first shot rings out, Miria ignites her sabers, quickly blocking her shots. Koska and Shiny (Miria has decided to call him) are quick to step aside and back, giving them space to fight, not intervening. Miria is already impatient, knowing she’s wasting time. Reaching out with the Force, she quickly relieves Bo-Katan of her blaster. Growling again, Bo-Katan extends the knife on her gauntlet, lunging at Miria with her arm swinging. With a block and a kick, Bo falters, falling and landing on her back. Miria takes the opportunity to lunge forward, pinning her arms down with her knees as she crosses her lightsaber blades at her throat with a dark smile.
“Do it,” Bo-Katan dares, eyes burning into Miria’s. 
“Come on, you guys,” Koska tries to intervene. Miria shoots her a look of warning.
“Back off, Koska,” she hisses through gritted teeth at her. Beside her, Shiny ignites the Darksaber and steps forward.
“You back off,” he warns in a low voice. Miria chuckles, raising her brows at how heavy the Darksaber was in his hands, despite his strong grip. A rookie.
“Should probably get some lessons before you square up with me, Shiny,” Miria smirks before standing and backing away from Bo-Katan. She switches off her sabers, returning them to her belt as Bo-Katan stands.
“All the more reason you should just take it from him,” Bo shrugs. “You’d certainly have the advantage.” 
"That wouldn’t be a fair right,” Miria points out. “Besides, I’d rather eat Bantha shit than touch that cursed blade. I just wanted to keep it from falling into the wrong hands again.” Shiny retracts the Darksaber’s blade, holding the hilt in his hands curiously.
“Cursed?” he asks, his helmet looking up from the hilt.
“That blade has been used to kill countless innocent people, my mother included,” Miria explains, glancing at Bo-Katan. “The leader of Death Watch used it to take over Mandalore with the help of a Sith Lord, before losing it in combat to said Sith Lord.”
“And Death Watch split up,” Bo-Katan adds. “We didn’t want any of that to happen, that’s why I left.” Miria scoffs.
“It still doesn't change a damn thing that happened,” she growls. “The Sith Lord used that blade to rule Mandalore and kill it’s sitting Duchess. Mandalore had to give up it’s neutrality in the war to stop him.” Bo rolls her eyes.
“And the Republic and the Jedi did help, until you all turned on each other,” she snaps. Miria’s anger begins to rise again.
“You know damn well that’s not what happened,” Miria replies. “The Republic turned on everyone, turned our own army against us. “Lucky for me there weren't many Clones left on Mandalore after the Siege, or else I wouldn’t have been able to get away.” Shiny’s helmet whips to face Bo-Katan now.
“You told me you only knew of one Jedi,” he accuses, clearly annoyed. Bo-Katan rolls her eyes at him.
“Because I thought she was dead,” she explains before turning back to Miria. “I couldn’t find you after the Siege was over, I just assumed you were dead. We heard that all of you were.”
“I needed to be, in order to survive. Apparently, being the Jedi attaché to Mandalore put a pretty big price on my head,” Miria explains. “I barely managed to get back to Coruscant to look for survivors before the Jedi temple was attacked.” It’s silent for a beat as the memories of Order 66 sink back into their minds. “Now, as much as I would love to continue this little reunion, I have more Imperial installations to destroy. Enjoy the new ship.” Bo and Koska take the hint, shooting Miria one last dirty look before leaving the hanger.
Shiny, on the other hand, seems frozen in place, staring down at the Darksaber in his hands. Miria’s words are still echoing through his head; was this blade truly cursed? Why did Bo-Katan even want it, he wondered.
“I don’t want this,” he mutters out loud. Miria frowns.
“Let me guess, you won that in combat with Gideon, and Bo-Katan is being a salty bitch?” she asks with a hint of sarcasm. He looks up at her, and she can feel his conflict.
“I tried to give it to her,” he tries to explain. “I - I have no desire to rule Mandalore. I just wanted to protect my foundling.” His energy shifted suddenly; Miria could almost tangibly feel the grief and loss he was feeling.
“Need a ride somewhere, Shiny?” she finally asks him. He cocks his head.
“I might,” he replies. “How much?” He reaches to his belt, presenting her with a sack of credits. But she shakes her head.
“It’s on the house,” she insists. “Where to?” 
He’s silent for a moment as he considers her question. He suddenly doesn't know what he should do, or where he should go. His ship was his home, and that was gone now, as was his foundling. For the first time in a long time, he had no path, nowhere to go, no clue what to do next. His mission was fulfilled; he had returned Grogu to his kind. And, in turn, lost everything.
Miria senses his hesitation, and adds, “Look, you don’t need to decide right now. I get the feeling you do need to rest, though?” He gives a small nod. “Come on.” She starts towards her ship, turning back when she doesn’t sense him following. “I don’t bite, not unless you ask me to.” His helmet whips to face her at that, and she can’t hide her shit-eating grin as he starts towards her finally. “Got a name, or should I just keep calling you Shiny?”
“Din, Din Djarin,” he introduces as they head up the ramp together. She turns to face him, holding out her hand.
“Nice to meet you, Din. I’m Lumiria, but you can call me Miria.”
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Din was intrigued, to say the least, about this new Jedi. She seemed different than Ahsoka and Luke; she was hardened and guarded. He was even more intrigued by the amount of Mandalorian objects in her possession: her ship was an older Mandalorian fighter ship, modified to be more of a home on the inside, and she wore weathered beskar gauntlets, the gold and gray paint chipped and scuffed. He couldn’t help but ask her why and where she got all these things, if she wasn’t Mandalorian.
“The ship I stole from Death Watch,” she shrugs, settling into the cockpit. “Anything else you see that’s Mandalorian were gifts from the Duchess, back when I was the Jedi attaché to Mandalore.”
“I thought the Jedi were our enemy,” Din replies, the conversation with the Armorer coming to the front of his mind suddenly. Miria begins to take off from the hanger, setting course for the next Imperial base on her list.
“They were, a long time ago. But Duchess Satine was a friend to us,” she explains. “My position was secret, since Mandalore was a neutral system. I essentially spent time protecting the Duchess, investigating Death Watch, and making sure that Mandalore didn’t fall into the hands of the Separatists.” 
“You were a spy?” The ship lurches into hyperspace, and Miria turns in her chair to face him.
“In a sense, yes,” she shrugs again. “I didn’t care about the Republic’s agenda, though. I admired Mandalore’s neutrality, and it’s people and culture. Being roped into a galactic war as a teenager really changes your perspective on things.” The cockpit is silent now as Din takes in her words. He’d never met a non-Mandalorian who seemed to appreciate and understand the culture so much.
Miria stands, beckoning for Din to follow, and gives him a quick tour of the ship. Kom’rk fighter ships were originally built to be troop transports for smaller squadrons. Miria was able to utilize the space to convert areas into rooms to make it more home-like. She gave Din a room, across from hers, showed him the fresher and mess areas, and waited for any questions he might have. But first, she had one of her own.
“Do you only take your helmet off when you’re alone?” she asks him. He only nods in response. “We should probably establish a way for me to not accidentally see your face then.” He cocks his head. “What?”
“Nothing,” he replies. “I’m just not used to people being…understanding.” Miria shrugs.
“It’s definitely an older Mandalorian warrior tradition, but if that’s what you follow, I’ll respect that,” she affirms. “How about I just always knock, if I see any door shut that you’re behind, and wait for you to give me the all clear?” He nods again, and they fall silent again. 
“Can I ask you something?” Din asks, breaking the silence. Miria nods for him to continue. “Your laser swords are different colors. What does that mean?” She raises her eyebrows at him.
“The green lightsaber is mine,” she explains, gesturing to the hilt hung at her hip. “The blue was my master’s.” The memory of finding her fallen master in the Jedi temple stings her chest for a moment, but only a moment. “You don’t know a lot about Jedi, do you?”
“Only a few stories,” he shrugs. “I’m sorry if I offended you.” She gives him a small smile.
“You didn’t,” she replies. “The Jedi have been long forgotten, it makes sense that you don’t know much. You’re welcome to ask me whatever you want, I don’t mind.” He nods, and the silence fills the hall once again. “I’m going to get some rest, can’t take down Imperial facilities on no sleep.”
“Is that where we’re headed?” he asks. She nods. “Need any help?”
6 months later…
“Din, did you set your charges? Reinforcements are gonna be here any second,” Miria pants into her wrist comm, running to the designated rendezvous point. It’s silent on the other end of the comm, and she begins to panic. “Din, do you copy?” Still silent. Shit, she thinks. She had heard an explosion in his general direction only moments before.
They were on Dantooine, having received intel of a still functioning Imperial outpost from one of Miria’s many secret informants. In the last six months, this was the fifth base that Miria and Din led a two-person attack against. Most of the other bases had been easy hits; smaller facilities, not many troops around. Dantooine was a different story. Bigger facility, and more troops than they had anticipated. Not that either of them would really turn down a challenge.
Miria reaches the rendezvous point finally, out of breath. No Din. She curses again, catching her breath for a moment. Closing her eyes, she reaches out with the Force, looking for him. Though Din wasn’t Force sensitive, the Force moved strongly around him, something Miria couldn’t figure out. Either way, it meant she could find him in situations like this. Sensing him quickly, she takes off running again, panic coursing through her.
Din wasn’t all that far from the established rendezvous point. Miria could see his shiny armor on the ground ahead of her in the hanger where he was supposed to be setting his charges. As she starts running towards him, five Stormtroopers enter the hanger in front of her and start shooting. Growling, she ignites her lightsabers, continuing to charge forward. Three of the five are taken out quickly as she deflected their shots. The last two panicked, and started to flee, but didn’t get very far. Using the Force, she sends both lightsabers flying, beheading them both as they ran. She recalls her sabers just as she reaches Din.
“Din??” she pants, dropping to the ground next to him, shaking his shoulders. Slowly, he lifts his helmeted head, looking around. Miria sighs in relief. “Come on, we need to get out of here.” 
Neither of them had noticed that more Stormtroopers were swarming the hanger now, closing in on their position. Before she can react to the unexpected guests, Miria cries out in pain as a laser shot tears her lower back. In one movement, Din flips their positions, using his beskar to shield her on the ground as he shoots the Stormtroopers. Miria becomes distracted instantly from the pain, almost blushing at how close Din’s body was hovering over hers. Was he always this broad? she wonders. She had never really been this physically close to him before; it was making her mind wander.
“Are you okay?” Din asks, snapping her out of her thoughts. She nods as he helps her stand, his hand lingering on her waist to make sure she wouldn’t fall.
“Yeah,” she pants. “Just a flesh wound. We need to get out of here.” He nods, and together they take off running back to Miria’s ship, taking out more Stormtroopers along the way.
Once they reach the ship, Miria hurries to the cockpit to begin taking off so they could get to a safe distance. As soon as they are, Din blows the charges, watching the base explode. Miria sighs from the pilot’s seat, leaning back before wincing at the wound on her back. Din joins her in the cockpit, leaning in the doorway.
“That was a close one,” Din finally comments. Miria nods from her chair.
“Yeah, it was,” she agrees. “Are you okay? You got knocked on your ass pretty good there.” He huffs a small laugh.
“I’m fine,” he replies. It’s silent for a beat as Miria gets the ship into hyperspace. “I’m going to get some rest.” 
“Enjoy it, it’s well earned,” Miria says. “That was the last one on the list, so we’re back to getting a new list now.”
“Can’t wait,” Din says, leaving the cockpit. 
Miria sighs again, staring out at speeding stars. These missions used to drain her more, but now, with help, they haven’t been that bad. Din had proved himself to be a beneficial companion; he was a ruthless fighter, cunning and precise with his fighting style and planning methodology. He was logical, intelligent, providing her with fresh perspective that she desperately needed. While she had been doing this for years now, the Empire was used to her tactics, and always knew she was coming eventually. Now, they were taken by surprise by her new plans additional muscle. 
She was noticing, however, that she was becoming increasingly distracted during their missions together, especially today. The panic she felt when Din wasn’t answering his comm was something she hadn’t experienced before. She had been terrified that she’d find him badly injured, or worse. It was conflicting her, the old ways of the Jedi gnawing at the back of her mind when it came to attachment. But she couldn’t deny that she was attached to him, even if she thought that he didn’t feel the same way about her. In the last six months, she had gotten him to open up to her slowly; they had long conversations, he even told her about his foundling, Grogu. She found his story and care for Grogu endearing, and telling about his personality. She couldn’t help but fall for the tenderness behind the cold hardness of the beskar.
Din slowly removes his armor in the privacy of his quarters, setting each piece on the ground with care. He lifts his helmet off with a groan, hand coming up to rub the back of his head. He really had been knocked on his ass good, not noticing a concussion grenade rolling towards him until it was too late. Why did I lose focus? he wonders, running a hand through his hair in frustration. Slowly stripping off his flight suit and boots, he makes his way to the fresher, standing under the hot stream for a long time. 
These missions were good at taking his mind off of everything he missed: Grogu, the Razor Crest. But the lull between missions when was his mind wandered again. They’d typically spend a few days in hyperspace before going to meet one of Miria’s many informants to acquire their next list of targets. While he tried to relax, he found it difficult. He was used to being on the go, never taking any time off, just hunting quarry after quarry. Relaxation was a foreign concept to him.
The water runs cold, and Din reluctantly leaves the fresher, drying himself and throwing on a loose shirt and pair of pants. He sits on the edge of his bed, hands running through his wet curls. He still couldn’t pinpoint the source of his distraction; not even Grogu could distract him from a mission. Thinking back, he replays the moments leading up to the missed grenade. He had just finished setting his charges, and was about to answer Miria when he noticed the grenade too late. He frowns; did the sound of Miria’s voice really distract me? As if on queue, the sound of her voice broke his train of thought; or rather, the sound of her pained groan. Grabbing his helmet, Din exits his room to investigate.
Miria is down in the hold, medical supplies scattered on a supply crate next to her. She stands shirtless with a bra on, twisting around with a bacta patch in hand as she attempts to treat her wound. The wound is too long and too high on her back for her to reach; she groans in frustration. Din is leaning against the nearby doorway behind her, shaking his head as he watches her struggle. She doesn’t see him, but she sensed him as he walked in.
“I thought you were asleep,” she sighs.
“I thought that was just a flesh wound,” he retorts, walking over to her as she throws the bacta patch on the crate in defeat.
“It is, it’s just a little hard to reach,” she mumbles, flopping down on the edge of the crate now. Din crouches down behind her to inspect the wound better.
“It needs stitches,” he comments as he begins to root through the medical supplies. “Can’t you use the Force to heal it?” Miria laughs, shaking her head.
“No,” she chuckles. “I’m not skilled enough for that, takes a lot of practice. Wait, you barely know shit about the Force, how the hell do you know about Force healing?” Din sighs lightly as he lays out the supplies to stitch her wound.
“Grogu,” he answers. “He healed me before, and others. Until I knew that he was a Jedi, I couldn’t figure out how he did it. It was… incredible.” Din smiles to himself under his helmet at the memories. 
“Sounds like it,” Miria says. “It’s not a common skill, and for one that had little training, that’s very impressive.” 
Silence falls between them as Din begins to sew her wound, working as gently as he can. She’s hyper aware of his gloveless hands touching her back as he works, and she realizes she’s never seen any of his bare skin before. He had begun letting his guard down around her the longer they traveled together, usually by wearing less armor, helmet always in place, of course. But this was a whole new level. Her thoughts are broken as Din accidentally pulls on the wound a little too hard, causing her to flinch with a small hiss.
“Sorry, cyar’ika,” he mutters, rubbing his thumb over the edge of the wound soothingly. Heat rises up her neck at the term of endearment.
“It’s okay,” she whispers. They fall back into silence as he finishes up, covering the stitched wound with a bacta patch for good measure.
“Done,” Din says finally, standing back up with a slight groan. Miria stands too, grabbing her shirt and carefully slipping it back on with a slight wince.
“Thank you,” she says.
“You’re welcome,” he replies. He helps her clean up the supplies before heading to their rooms. Miria lays in bed awake for a while, staring at the ceiling while her mind wanders to Din. What did these feelings of attachment mean? 
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spiderispunk · 1 year
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Request Guidelines
[Please read the following post before submitting requests]
Requests are currently: OPEN
I will NOT write: Super long and detailed requests, fics about underage characters, torture of any kind, toilet play, rape, and anything else I don't want to.
Here are the following fandoms I typically write for:
Marvel
DC
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Characters I currently write for:
Marvel: Billy Russo, Sam Wilson, Bucky Barnes, SamBucky (x Reader and without), TASM!Peter Parker, Eddie Brock (w/Venom and without), Frank Castle, Loki Laufeyson, Sharon Carter, Matt Murdock, Druig, Drukkari, Joaquin Torres, M'Baku
Star Wars: Boba Fett, Fennec Shand, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Darth Maul, Han Solo, Koska Reeves
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Top Gun: Maverick: Jake "Hangman" Seresin, Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, Javy "Coyote" Machado, Natasha "Phoenix" Trace, Mickey "Fanboy" Garcia
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Please be patient when submitting requests. I'm a teacher and life can get kind of busy. If you submit a request that I don't vibe with, and decide not to write, don't take it personally!
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Me: *consumes ALL the fanfics there are for Fennec, Koska, Bo-katan, Ahsoka, Cara, Omera, the armorer and Xi’an* 
Me: *realizes there’s actually close to nothing for this beautiful ladies that deserve the galaxy*
Me: 
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I shall write for them now and y'all can't stop my gay ass from doing it.
THE GAY HAS SPOKEN
I should finish my wips and requests before starting new ones but fuck it, I love this ladies.
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djxrxn · 3 years
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more cuddle headcanons
everyone really liked the cuddle hcs for the main three bucket boys, (which is right here!!), and i wanted to try out some characters that i would like to write for in the future. this post is all star wars characters, i’ll make a different post later on with the pascal characters !!
also, the phasma fic is taking A Bit Longer because it’s going to be a pretty big fic (it’s currently at 5.1 k and i still have a lot to work on). school also just started, so please bear with me!! i will have it up as soon as possible, in the meantime, i’ll post some smaller projects like this!! enjoy!!
warnings: cursing, some mentions of sexual content
w/c: about 2.1k
cobb vanth
i honestly think an argument can be made that cobb vanth is one of the most partner-material guys in the galaxy far far away. he’s very personable, he’s overall pretty warm - he’s an expert in affectionate, sweet shit. he’s always bringing up cuddling together or curling up in the corner of the cantina of Mos Pelgo, you’re not gonna have to strong arm him for love at all!
i think cobb likes to lay on you - like he’ll lay his head on your tummy or in your lap. play with his hair, scratch his head, maybe sing your marshal a little song !! i dont see him falling asleep, but if YOU’RE tired, he’ll absolutely do the same thing for you - you can lay on him, and he’ll sing  little tune and you can drift off to sleep.
little spoon, don’t EVEN try to argue, this man is the little spoon, please hold him, wrap your arms around him, he loves it !! he’ll lay his head on your chest, or lean his head back to give you little kisses and wink at you. 
very fine with pda, actually speaking of kisses, will steal them all DAY long. you’re trying to work on the speeder bike that’s been busted for months?? cobb is gonna be hanging around your work station, waitin for the perfect moment to give you a little peck on the cheek. (). i dont even think he’s a like “cuddly partner,” i think he’s just super friendly, and if he’s in a relationship, he’s gonna want to be hanging around you and getting a bunch of affection. and AGAIN no toxic masculinity here - there’s no shame or like embarrassment when you want to hold hands or kiss in public, like he’s all for it!
okay i- this is not necessarily sexual, but okay hear me out. i live somewhere super hot, and the best way to be is inside, in the dark, fan on high and as little clothes as possible. so i think for somewhere like mos pelgo, if he’s got some down time at home, he’s absolutely stripping down to as few layers as possible (if at all). so you know, dont be surprised if you’re hanging out at his place, and he walks around in like his (underwear), it’s just really hot and he has to wear a lot of layers, he’s sweating 
bo katan kryze
fuck you, i like bo
this will be a short section just because she is not very cuddly at all, and in general, is pretty cold and icy. i don’t know if she doesn’t like affection and pda if she’s just not interested, or if she’s extremely defensive and really wants to push that she’s a stone cold badass and has no weaknesses. 
if you manage to get bo to sort of slow down and relax, and she is in a relationship with you, she’ll show affection in like acts and services, specifically when it comes to your safety. like she’ll run extra patrols and will do everything in her power to make sure you are never in danger. the most cuddly she gets is when you sleep next to her every night, and even then you both have like Your Own Space when sleeping. listen, there’s probably a lot of depth in bo katan, and how much she’s lost (a lot of it sort of her own fault), and how much she wants to regain and take back, and the lengths she is willing to go to, and like listen we all have weak moments, like obviously she’s gonna wanna have your head in her lap SOMETIMES. but she’s also a top and SHe’s BuSY so you know.
koska reeves & axe wolves
i’m combining these two here in one section, wow
FUCK YOU, I LIKE AXE. out of all three of the like Mandalore mandalorians, i think he’s the most like affectionate. i think once you win him over, and show you’re not gonna ghost him or like idk try to kill him, i think he’s pretty casual. you can lay on him, and he’s cool with laying on you. he’s not really embarrassed with pda - he’s not like Against it completely, but he likes a quick kiss here and there. very sweet boy, very kind and gentle, he will flirt with you even after you get together, like its a constant stream of like cheesy pick up lines and one liners, he’s very dorky. just a dumb nerd, why are y’all so MEAN to him smh embarrassing
koska…,..,.,..,.., what a WOMAN. i think she’s like halfway between axe and bo in terms of affection in a relationship. like i think you have to build up a lot of trust, and establish a like respect between the two of you, but like she has no problem with letting you lounge around and curl up with her. i also think she’s gonna be protective, but honestly that’s a mando thing. they care about the people who care about them. i don;t think she gives a single fuck, so if you want to makeout in public, or even just want to hold her hand because your nervous, she absolutely wil let you like she does not seem the kind to like deny/reject you, you know? anyways i am in love with koska, sasha banks i am free every day i love u queen we stan
fennec shand
the one the ONLY. the most exciting thing about fennec is that she literally doesn’t give a fuck, so pda?? yeah, if you like fennec’s hand on your waist and her tongue down your throat and don’t mind other people around, shes super down with giving you some love in public. that’s not to saw she’s down with like fucking in public or in front of people, shes just not ashamed of her relationship and cares more about you than what other people think of you two. 
big spoon!! lay in her arms, let her cradle you and take care of you!! i think she also really enjoys you laying your head in her lap (i have another drabble about this here) but that way she can trace your face, or play with your hair if you like your hair played with, or even just kiss your nose.
you two normally lounge around in boba’s palace. there’s some sofas and lounge areas in the throne room that you two curl up on, but there’s a balcony on one of the upper levels that’s your favorite spot. you can lay next to her and enjoy her affections while the stars slowly drag themselves into the night sky. you’re away from prying eyes, and you can discuss your future with her and where you both might travel tom if you can sneak away for a few days. she’ll tell you all of the gossip of the crime world and all of the people boba and her have to sort through to establish the new king of the underbelly of the galaxy. its your and hers spot!! just a place to vibe and cuddle in peace. 
fennec doesn’t really sleep. she’s a mapper, rather than her like conking out for nine hours at a time. she doesn’t mind if you like sleep, you can sleep on her anytime !! lay your head on her shoulder, or on her chest — she‘ll keep you safe while you drift off to sleep. 
maul
maul is pretty grumpy, i have a cuddly drabble with him you can read here, but for the most part i think maul is the standard grumpy guy who doesn’t mind curling up with his s/o when they want to !! there are gonna be times where he’s not interested in touch or physical contact — maul has days that he needs space and time, whether he’s processing and meditating on past events, or if he’s just in need of maul-time. the best thing to do in those days is wait for him to sort of open the proverbial door to let you back in, or to wait until he crawls into your lap or into your bed to rest. 
he normally won’t refuse affections, but i the mornings he wakes up and all he can think about is your skin against his, or how sweet your eyes are, he’s not letting you do ANYTHINg. he wants your head on his CHEST he wants you in his ARM you are CUDDLING RIGHT NOW
i don’t really see maul being a little spoon (yes i do, i’m pretty tall so everyone is a little spoon if you’re under 5’11) BUT i think maul likes to hold you against his chest, and to wrap his arms around you. theres a protective element too. everything has been taken from maul, and he likes knowing your safe in his arms. if u DO catch his being a little spoon, he’s gonna be grumpy and very snickety with you. 
i don’t know how much you’’ be going out and about with maul, but pda just from a safety perspective is gonna be a soft know. if you’re in public with him, he’ll always be around you — maybe his hand will rest on your lower back or shoulder, or maybe a few of his fingers will curl around yours. just don’t expect to be making out in public, your relationship is taken very seriously by maul, and he’ll want to be careful and err on the side of caution.
maul likes it when you kiss him. he likes it when you pepper kisses all over his cheeks and along his jaw, he likes when you trace his marks and tattoos and place little kisses on his chest. something sweet and warm blooms in his chest when you reach over to pull his hand over so you can kiss his knuckles. its a gentle affection that no one has ever wanted to give maul. he sort of gives you the cold shoulder after the first few kisses, but he quickly is addicted with the unconditional love and attention and affection you give him. 
obi wan
okay here me out, so jedis are not allowed like attachments, so i don’t thing like Legally Officially you can cuddle with obi wan oh no sad BUT. that is not to say, if maybe, idk, there’s only one seat left on the star destroyer home, or only one BED while you too are on a very important jedi MISSION, well i mean. it’s not obi wan’s fault if you two end up cursing up, right? i mean, it is a little chilly on this planet, so it’s smart to stay together. for warmth. 
you’re gonna end up with your legs tangled, your arms around his neck, your hands tangled in his mullet — hes warmer than you expected, he radiates heat. maybe it’s how strong he is in the force, or if he’s just a warm body (or even if beneath the cool exterior, his blood runs hot) but you won’t need a ton of blankets if you have him. 
big spoon, a lot of like Vanilla Top energy from him. like i think if you do end up spooning or fucking, it’s gonna be simple. kenobi’s knowledge of sex and relationships is going to be very limited, and his experience is gonna be pretty limited as well. he knows the like most Basic position, the most Basic way to get you both off. if you continue with your relationship and trust each other more, and you can teach him a few tricks, he’ll warm up to the idea of you being a big spoon and maybe even topping.
obviously no pda, but when you’re around him, his sort of Presence makes itself more known to you, like you Feel him more than you would other people, even if he’s a few rooms away, you Know he’s near by you. it’s nothing sharp or crazy explicit in terms of like I FEEL HIS AURA AND SHIT like it’s just something gentleman reassuring and it’s all Him. little moments with him — meeting his eye across the room, your hands bumping into his, his hands lingering on you when he passes for just a moment longer than they should ��� it’s all you have with obi, and you cherish them so deeply. obi wan is gonna think about your affection long after you leave him — it’s an emotional thing for him. it’s the one point of contact and affection, and as much as you think about obi wan and your little moments, obi wan thinks about them more.
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swan-of-sunrise · 10 months
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Taking Care of Business (Chapter Thirty-Eight)
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Summary: Bo-Katan and Clan Mudhorn track the Mandalorian mercenaries to Plazir-15, but they are recruited by the planet’s strange rulers to sort out an ongoing issue before they can meet them.
Pairing: Din Djarin X Fem!Reader
Word Count: 5.4k
Warnings/Disclaimers: None
A/N: Originally, I was gonna write the entirety of the droid investigation into one chapter but by the time I wrote 4k words, I decided to split it up over two chapters instead lol thank you for reading, I hope you all enjoy!
Chapter Thirty-Eight The Malfunction (Previous Chapter)
“There they are.”
Looking up from the console’s buttons, Din’s brows rose in surprise when he caught a glimpse of the Nite Owl’s one-time stolen fleet; it was comprised of several Gozanti-class Assault Carriers, Kom’rk-class fighter transports, fang-class fighters and the Imperial light cruiser that once belonged to Moff Gideon. Seeing the light cruiser that (Y/N) had nearly died on and where they’d been forced to say goodbye to Grogu again sent a shiver down Din’s spine and although he knew that it was under the command of the exiled Mandalorian, he silently vowed never to set foot onto a ship that held such dark memories for his small family. “That’s quite a fleet.”
Bo-Katan continued to fly the Gauntlet across the clear skies of Plazir-15 as she spared him a brief glance over her shoulder. “It took me a long time to assemble it; most of it was captured from the Empire.”
“I knew they looked familiar.” (Y/N) got up from her seat and crossed the starfighter’s cockpit to lean against the console beside Din. “Could come in real handy taking back Mandalore.”
“Axe Woves is their leader now,” Bo-Katan replied with a small sigh. “It’s going to take some convincing to get them to join us.”
Din watched as the captain bit her lip and remained silent, the look of sympathy briefly crossing her beautiful features causing his heart to thrum in his chest. He was constantly amazed by his wife’s ability to empathize with the struggles of others, regardless of the language and culture barriers she’d often times run into; he remembered how kindly she’d treated the Tuskens and the Frog woman, how selflessly she’d defended the people of Freetown and Mos Espa, and how – despite the recent slew of confusing contradictions – she’d eagerly thrown herself into learning all that she could about the Way of the Mandalore. The conflicts and infighting amongst the various factions of Mandalorians was baffling to her, but that didn’t prevent her from spending their week of searching for the stolen fleet commiserating with the woman who already failed to unite her people once before and who was obviously fearful of failing once again.
Searching for any means of easing the nervous tension in the cockpit, Din asked, “I wonder what they’re here for?”
“This planet isn’t on the New Republic Registry, so I’d guess it’s an independent world that hired them for protection.”
(Y/N) cleared her throat and began fiddling with the frayed edge of her fingerless glove. “Can’t imagine Woves will be happy to see you…”
Bo-Katan absentmindedly nodded, clearly lost in her own ruminations ahead of their meeting with her former forces. “Yeah.” Disappointment filled (Y/N)’s eyes and Din placed a gloved hand atop hers for comfort as the Nite Owl continued. “I’ll land outside the fleet’s perimeter; it’s probably best if we go in on foot.”
Before either Din or (Y/N) could reply, a cheerful fanfare played over the starfighter’s communication radio and was accompanied by an equally-pleasant voice. “Welcome to Plazir-15, the Outer Rim’s only remaining direct democracy. You’ve been assigned a docking slip. You will be guided on the assigned path. Engaging automated guidance.”
The Gauntlet suddenly jolted and began flying towards the planet’s domed city, causing (Y/N) to stumble and Din to wrap a steadying arm around her waist as Bo-Katan slapped a gloved hand on the console’s unresponsive buttons. “What happened?”
“They’ve taken control of the ship.” With a huff of annoyance, Bo-Katan flopped back in the pilot’s seat and looked at Grogu seated beside her. “I guess we’re going for a ride.”
Grogu cooed in delight and bobbed his head along to the music still emanating from the radio, causing (Y/N) to giggle and Din to smile beneath his helmet. In no time, the Gauntlet touched down on one of the city’s landing pads and the ramp lowered on its own accord; they bid R5 goodbye and after exchanging wary looks with one another, the four of them walked down the ramp and began crossing the landing pad. “This is…interesting,” Din commented, forcing himself not to reach for his blaster when he caught sight of the Imperial Death Star and astromech droids positioned by the monorail platform.
“Welcome to Plazir-15.” The RA-7 unit gestured towards the occupied track at the top of the raised platform. “Please proceed to your hyperloop pod.”
As they passed by the Imperial droids, (Y/N) shuddered and looked over at Din and Bo-Katan in discomfort. “Why do they have Imperial droids on an independent world?”
“It’s the Outer Rim,” Bo-Katan replied with a shrug as they ascended the platform and stepped into the empty pod. “Your guess is as good as mine.” Din and (Y/N) sat on one end of the pod while Bo-Katan and Grogu’s pram sat opposite them and once the doors slid shut, the Nite Owl addressed the hyperloop’s automation. “Bring us to the bay closest to the Mandalorian fleet.”
“As per Article Nine of the Coruscant Accords, permission must be granted from High Senate for access to self-defense forces in the peacekeeping zone. Do you grant permission to scan your chain code?”
(Y/N) stiffened while Din and Bo-Katan allowed the automation to scan their chain codes and when she made no move to produce hers, Din’s brow furrowed in concern. “Alor’ad? Is everything all right?”
“…Yeah, yeah, it’s just…” The captain trailed off and silently held out her wrist so that the automation could read the chain code emanating from her arm band.
“Din Djarin, Bo-Katan Kryze and Solia Corrik…” Din’s eyes widened in shock and (Y/N) crossed her arms over her chest as she avoided their questioning gazes. “Your presence has been requested by the leadership of the planetary democracy.”
Bo-Katan gritted her teeth in impatience. “I’m afraid we have more pressing matters. Perhaps at a later time-”
“Please do not attempt to leave the vehicle. This is not a request.”
Without warning, the hyperloop pod shot forward and raced along its track. They scrambled to brace themselves and when they finally succeeded, (Y/N) sighed and finally looked over at Din. “Solia Corrik is the name my mother gave me when I was born and when she died, Solia Corrik died with her; I started going by (Y/N) (Y/L/N) when I fled Naboo – it was safer that way, easier to avoid Imperial detection, and it was what she wanted for me – and I’ve avoided having my chain code scanned at every chance I could, but I never had the heart to officially change my name. I’m sorry that I never told you, Din-”
“You have nothing to apologize for, alor’ad.” Din reached over and held one of her hands while the other caressed her cheek. “If you say your name is (Y/N) (Y/L/N), then that’s what I’ll call you. You respected my Creed without question and called me ‘Mando’ until I finally worked up the nerve to tell you my name, and you deserve the same level of respect.”
(Y/N)’s worried expression softened into a grateful smile and after giving the palm of his gloved hand a brief kiss, she took a glance out of the pod and bit her lip as she studied the domed city they sped through. “I’ve never been here before. Have either of you?”
Bo-Katan shook her head and Din removed his hand from the captain’s cheek to rest it on the handle of his blaster. “I haven’t even heard of it. Do you think we’re gonna have to blast our way out of here?”
“We’ll find out,” The Nite Owl replied, shifting in unease and exchanging a look with Grogu as the pod came to a stop and its doors slid open.
The three of them stood and exited the pod, slowly walking down the stark-white hallway while Grogu’s pram drifted along behind them; Din struggled to keep his hands hanging loose at his sides but he pushed through, his curiosity over the strange-looking planet only slightly overshadowing his cautious nature. The doors at the end of the hallway slid open to reveal a grand dining hall decorated with green ferns and woven tapestries, where beings of all shapes and sizes were seated around a sprawling table and enjoying a midday feast while musicians serenaded them with a gentle tune.
“Join us! Come!” A bearded man dressed in an opulent uniform exclaimed from the head of the table and beamed as he waved them over. “It’s a party, come! Everyone, special guests: Mandalorians! I hope you like secretions. Take a sip-sip! Come, please!” As they made their way around the long table, the bearded man sat back down beside a woman donned in an elaborate gown of blue, purple and pink. Din, knowing his wife’s affinity for fashion, glanced over at (Y/N) expecting to find an awed expression on her face, but his brow furrowed in confusion when all he saw was shock. “It’s truly an honor to meet such impressive warriors!”
Din and Bo-Katan sat on the man’s side of the table with Grogu’s pram while (Y/N) sat in the unoccupied seat beside the opulently-dressed woman, who gave them all a warm smile. “Welcome to our humble home. I am the Duchess of Plazir-15 and this is my husband, Captain Bombardier.”
While the Duchess spoke, Din’s eyes flicked over to Captain Bombardier and he pursed his lips in distaste when he spotted the badge pinned onto the front of his uniform. “Let’s address the bantha in the room,” The bearded man sighed and gestured towards the pin. “I was once a facilities planning officer during the war and thanks to the New Republic Amnesty Program, I was able to help rebuild Plazir-15.”
“You were Imperial?”
“He was,” The Duchess confirmed, resting a comforting hand on her husband’s shoulder before continuing. “Plazir suffered greatly under Imperial rule. My husband came here as part of his rehabilitation; he oversaw the rebuilding of this planet on which my family served as nobility since it was originally settled, and…” She held her husband’s hand and gave him a sweet smile. “We fell in love.”
Captain Bombardier chuckled and reverently kissed his wife’s knuckles. “We fell in love. We did fall in love.”
Watching the happy couple shamelessly revel in their romance, Grogu cooed in delight and the Duchess’ brown eyes lit up as she looked up at Din. “Could I perhaps hold the baby? Please?”
“He doesn’t take kindly to strangers…” Din carefully replied but before he could say another word, the child leapt through the air and landed neatly in the Duchess’ lap; while the royal couple laughed in delight and Grogu happily ate the small fish that the Duchess bribed him with, Din sighed in exasperation and sat back in his seat.
“Pardon me if I speak out of turn, Your Majesty, but was your gown designed here on Plazir-15?”
The Duchess gave (Y/N) a smile while she continued to feed Grogu. “The gown was but my petal parasol was imported all the way from Naboo many cycles ago, an anniversary gift from my father for my mother. When I inherited the royal wardrobe, I had my favorite pieces converted into holograms and the originals put into storage so that their beauty would never fade.” The Duchess quirked her brow as she assessed the surprised captain. “Your surname is Corrik, is it not? Any relation to the House of Corrik?”
“My mother was Lomiya Corrik,” (Y/N) replied, her eyes roving across the elaborate parasol while a melancholy smile formed on her lips. “She kept a record of every piece she ever designed, and this was one of her favorites.”
Beneath his helmet, Din couldn’t help but smile for his wife while the Duchess excitedly raved about the House of Corrik, who had nothing but her memories to remind her of her late mother; it must comfort her to know that her mother’s legacy continues to live on through her artistic creations, he thought to himself, ignoring the twinge of guilt as he recalled how her mother’s treasured journal had been lost in the blast that destroyed the Razor Crest so many months ago.
“In fact, Naboo helped to inspire Plazir’s transformation!” The Duchess explained as Din refocused his attention on their conversation. “You see, it was time for our planet to move into a new age. We held direct democratic elections for the first time in our history.”
Captain Bombardier nodded. “We are both royals and elected leaders.”
“And the Mandalorian privateer warships docked in your fields?” Din inquired.
“Oh, we hire them for protection; our charter forbids us from having a military because of my husband’s Imperial past.”
“But because of this, all of our resources go to growth and the people,” The bearded man added and gave (Y/N) a smile. “We also take great pride in preserving our planet’s history.”
Bo-Katan, trying her hardest not to lose patience with the eccentric couple, sat forward in her seat and clasped her gloved hands together. “I’d like to speak to these ‘privateers.’”
Captain Bombardier exchanged a brief glance with the Duchess. “That can be arranged…there is just one condition.”
“What?”
Din rolled his eyes at the not-so-subtle way the bearded man gestured towards the balcony and cheerfully announced, “You really must see the view. Right this way!” The other guests curiously watched them stand and Captain Bombardier waved them off. “We’ll just be a moment! Enjoy your meal, don’t get up! Let’s show our guests the view.”
“We have a problem,” The Duchess lowly explained as they walked towards the balcony overlooking the domed city.
“A droid problem.”
Din’s brow furrowed at the mention of droids. “What kind of ‘droid problem’?”
“Malfunction.”
“A coordinated malfunction-”
“We think.”
(Y/N) frowned in confusion. “What makes you think that?”
“The planet’s Imperial droids were reprogrammed for peace.” The Duchess’ words were tinged with a subtle accusatory tone as she gave her husband a knowing look.
“I can assure you they were completely rehabilitated for peaceful purposes exclusively.”
“We thought.”
“They were, my love, I personally oversaw the program!”
Din interrupted the couple’s light squabbling to ask a clarifying question. “What kind of malfunction?”
“I mean, nothing too serious at first. Unexpected power cycles, deleted task stacks…”
“Then it got worse.”
“Traffic accidents, heavy equipment failures leading to injury-”
“Assault.”
Din stiffened while (Y/N) raised an incredulous brow. “Assault?”
The Duchess nodded and Bo-Katan shifted her weight as she addressed the royal couple standing before them. “Respectfully, what does this have to do with us?”
“Our constables are ill-equipped to confront battle droids-”
“Battle droids?” Din’s heart dropped into his stomach, the only things keeping him from spiraling into the painful memories of his parents’ deaths being the sound of Grogu’s worried coos and the weight of (Y/N)’s hand resting on his bicep.
Captain Bombardier hastily shook his head. “Uh-uh-uh-uh, former battle droids. They’ve been rehabilitated for civic duty.”
“We thought.”
“They were.”
“Obviously not.”
Bo-Katan’s jaw clenched in annoyance. “The Mandalorian garrison outside your city walls can make quick work of your battle droids.”
“That’s just it. Our charter forbids any standing army from entering our city,” The Duchess explained as she gently caressed Grogu’s wrinkled head. “Our constables aren’t even allowed to carry blasters.”
“But you allowed us to be armed.”
“Exactly!” Din and Bo-Katan exchanged a look as Captain Bombardier continued. “The people have voted that we are a pluralistic society. You are Mandalorians; weaponry and armor are intrinsic to your culture, are they not?”
Din nodded. “They are.”
“…You see where we’re going here?”
The Nite Owl smiled despite her obvious exasperation. “You want us to eliminate your droid problem.”
“Exactly!” The Duchess beamed at them. “I knew you would help us!”
“Hold on there, Your Majesty. We didn’t agree to help you-”
“Please, Princess Kryze, Your Grace. This is not intended to be a work of charity.”
Bo-Katan’s nostrils flared as she struggled to keep her emotions in check. “Unlike my brethren outside your city walls, I am no mercenary.”
Captain Bombardier bowed his head in deference. “Apologies if that is the impression I gave. What I intended to convey is that I would hope that this ‘excursion’ would be viewed as an act of diplomacy between our two planets. In fact, Plazir-15 would formally recognize Mandalore as a sovereign system and petition the New Republic to recognize it as such.”
“The mercenary captain, Axe Woves, indicated that he split from you because you had designs on ruling Mandalore once again,” The Duchess added.
“…Those plans have been abandoned.”
The bearded man merely shrugged. “The offer stands nonetheless.”
Pursing her lips, Bo-Katan turned to look at (Y/N) and Din. “What do you think?”
“That having the support of both Nevarro and Plazir-15 will reestablish Mandalore’s political influence throughout the Outer Rim and signal to the New Republic that it deserves to be recognized as a sovereign system,” (Y/N) replied, crossing her arms over her chest as she considered the royal couple’s offer. “Politically, it’s a smart move that will only benefit Mandalore in the long run.”
The Nite Owl, impressed by the captain’s diplomatic answer, turned her attention to Din. “And you?”
“You had me at battle droids.” Her lips twitched as he gave her a small shrug.
“Then it’s settled. The three of us will investigate and eliminate your droid problem.”
The Duchess beamed in happiness and Captain Bombardier clapped his hands. “Thank you, Princess Kryze! There’s just one small thing to address before you begin.”
Bo-Katan’s gloved hands briefly clenched into fists. “Yes?”
“You and Din Djarin are Mandalorians, but Solia Corrik here is unfortunately not; if she will be joining you on your mission, then our charter forbids her from carrying any weapons into the city.”
Flinching at the casual use of her birth-name, (Y/N) nodded and began to reach for her blaster but Din’s hand shot out to stop her. “Alor’ad, wait. I think you should stay here at the palace with the kid.” His wife opened her mouth to protest but Din took a step closer and lowered his voice so that only she could hear. “(Y/N), I lost both of my parents to Separatist battle droids. I don’t wanna lose you and Grogu to them, too.”
(Y/N)’s expression softened in understanding and she nodded as she holstered her blaster and the Duchess spoke up. “Rest assured, your companion and the baby will be well taken care of while you complete your quest.”
“Thank you for extending your hospitality to my family, Your Majesty,” Din replied, bowing his head in respect and reaching forward to pat Grogu’s head. “Be good for our hosts, kid. Bo-Katan and I will be back before you know it.”
The child released a quiet coo and when Din turned back to the captain, she rested a hand on the beskar covering his cheek and gave him a small smile. “K’oyacyi, ner kotep beroya.”
Din’s heart warmed in his chest at his wife’s traditional Mando’a farewell: Come back safely, my brave bounty hunter. He leaned his forehead against hers in a brief Keldabe Kiss and placed his hand atop hers. “Ni kar’tayl gar darasuum, ner cyar’ika alor’ad.” After she gave him one last smile, he forced himself to step back and turn to a pensive-looking Bo-Katan. “Ready to fix a droid problem?”
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Din and Bo-Katan were instructed by the Duchess to pay the city’s command center a visit so that Commissioner Helgait, the elderly head of security could brief them on the city’s ongoing struggles with their reprogrammed Imperial droids. The command center was filled with rows and rows of monitors displaying live security footage from all across the domed capitol city and from what Din could see, the people of Plazir-15 seemed content with their lives governed by direct democracy, albeit too reliant on their droids. None of them would be in imminent danger if they didn’t rely so heavily on droids to keep the city running for them, he thought to himself, a surge of the old familiar distrust of all droids causing his jaw to tightly clench.
“These droids were all reprogrammed to serve the community from the stockpile of captured Imperial robotics scheduled to be scrapped at Karthon.” Commissioner Helgait sat at his desk and pressed a series of buttons on its surface to pull up several archived security tapes. “The droid’s reprogramming was a complete success…until one day, an isolated event…” A garbage disposal droid was shown erratically flinging a rubbish can’s contents across an alleyway. “Then others. This is just a small collection of malfunctions that our security cameras caught.” The next footage to play depicted a B1 battle droid hurling a woman’s shopping bags, a chauffeur droid speeding through a crowded terminal and intentionally crashing a land-speeder into a wall, and a cook droid in a bustling restaurant attacking frightened patrons with knives.
“Turn them off.”
Commissioner Helgait looked over at Bo-Katan, who was staring transfixed at the monitors before them. “What?”
“Why not turn them all off? Who’s in charge of that?”
“I am,” The elderly man replied with a shrug. “There’s a fail-safe cutoff switch built into the system. However…”
In an incredible show of self-restraint, Din suppressed his frustrated sigh. “What?”
Commissioner Helgait chuckled humorlessly. “The citizens voted against any interruption in droid services. They can’t live without it.”
“And why’s that?” Din asked, already knowing the answer to his own question but allowing the head of security to speak.
“The citizens are no longer required to work and can spend their days engaging in recreation, the arts, and participating in our direct democracy. If we shut down the droids, our citizens wouldn’t know how to survive.” Commissioner Helgait sighed to himself and shook his head. “Our society would collapse.”
Bo-Katan tilted her head in confusion. “Then what do you want from us?”
“To seek out and decommission any remaining rogue droids, until we can fix the problem.”
Exchanging a wary look with Din, the Nite Owl heaved a small sign and nodded. “Give us the list.”
“Well, for that, you’ll have to go to the lower level and speak to the Ugnaughts.”
Din instantly perked up at that. “Ugnaughts?”
Commissioner Helgait nodded. “Ugnaughts.”
After thanking the head of security for his assistance, Din and Bo-Katan stepped into the elevator and traveled down to the city’s lowest level; his past friendship with Kuiil gave him an insight to the Ugnaught’s skills as droidsmiths, recalling how Kuiil had managed to revive and reprogram IG-11 to act as a nurse droid instead of an assassin droid. Shaking off the wave of sadness he experienced whenever he thought about his fallen Ugnaught friend, Din clasped his hands and remarked, “See what happens when you rely on droids?”
Bo-Katan’s brow arched in curiosity. “Are you taking this personally?”
“Just pointing it out.”
“Let’s just finish this so we can be on our way.” The elevator stopped and when its doors slid open, they stepped out into a bustling workshop and watched several Ugnaughts hard at work performing maintenance tasks on decommissioned and reprogrammed Imperial droids. “I am Bo-Katan Kryze. Which one of you is in charge?” The Ugnaught droidsmiths kept their attention on their work, so the Nite Owl forced a patient smile and tried again. “We were sent on behalf of the Duchess and Captain Bombardier to help you with your droid problem. Hello?” Again, none of the Ugnaughts acknowledged her words or their presence in the workshop, and Din huffed a quiet chuckle at Bo-Katan’s growing annoyance as she turned to look at him. “This is going nowhere.”
Instead of answering, Din took a step forward and loudly addressed the workshop. “I am Mandalorian Din Djarin, friend of Ugnaught Kuiil.” The droidsmiths finally looked up from their tasks as he continued. “You will answer our questions and help us with our task. I have spoken.” The Ugnaughts left their work unfinished and gestured for the both of them to join them at one of the workshop’s tables; Bo-Katan shot Din an impressed look as they took their seats and nodded respectfully at the droidsmith who handed her a cup of broth, politely taking a sip while Din spoke. “Thank you for your hospitality and for sharing your table with us. We were engaged to hunt down and eliminate the malfunctioning droids.”
“There are no such droids.”
The workshop was silent until Bo-Katan set her cup of broth down and rested her elbows on the tabletop. “You may not have heard the news down here, but your droids are wreaking havoc in the world above.”
The same Ugnaught smiled wryly. “There is not much of which we are not aware; these halls are the central nervous system of the city. I assure you, the droids are not malfunctioning.”
The Nite Owl blinked in confusion at the Ugnaught’s flippant tone. “Citizens have been harmed by these malfunctioning machines.”
“This is not the case. I have spoken.”
Din bit his lip, wishing that (Y/N) were there to employ her more natural talent for diplomacy; since she wasn’t, though, he took a deep breath and followed his wife’s example. “We’re not in any way suggesting that your work is to blame. The stories of Ugnaughts’ skill with smithing droids are legendary. We know that Ugnaughts are considered the hardest working species in the galaxy and we, like you, have been engaged with a task to perform. We will investigate the dangerous incidents, but we would appreciate your help.”
After considering his words, the lead droidsmith made a gesture towards his comrade and when he handed him a holo-disc, the lead droidsmith placed it in Din’s open hand. “Here are the locations of the droids you seek.”
“Thank you.” Din bowed his head in respect. “We are in your debt. I have spoken.”
The Ugnaughts nodded and watched them walk across the workshop, where they entered the elevator and traveled back up to the highest levels; neither of them spoke until they were seated in the hyperloop pod, looking out at the darkened night sky and admiring the twinkling lights of the domed city as they sped by. “What was that back there?”
“I’ve spent time with Ugnaughts.” Din shrugged and sat back in his seat. “There’s a particular way to communicate with them; accusing their work of malfunctioning is an insult.” He looked down at the holo-disc and scanned the Aurebesh printed across its surface. “Now, they’ve indicated that there’s a likelihood that the next event will be at the loading docks.”
Bo-Katan hummed in interest. “How sure are they?”
“Hard to tell, Ugnaughts always seem sure of themselves.”
The Nite Owl chuckled. “Well, it’s the only lead we’ve got so we might as well have a look around.” They fell into a comfortable silence and after a short while, their pod slowed to a stop at a bay overlooking the crowded loading docks. Exchanging a look, they exited the pod and made their way down a series of staircases, and a chill went down Din’s spine at the sight before them; B-2 battle droids, the same ones responsible for his parents’ deaths, were carrying cargo boxes to and from various ships and transport speeders, and their labor was overseen by several B-1 series battle droids. Although Din was relieved that (Y/N) and Grogu were safe in the palace, he couldn’t help but long for their comforting presence as he struggled to keep the memories of that terrible day at bay. “I haven’t seen battle droids since the Clone Wars.”
Din gritted his teeth. “I have.”
“Any of ‘em look suspicious?”
“They all look suspicious.”
Bo-Katan didn’t reply, his cryptic words hanging untouched in the air while they stepped down onto the dock and approached the nearest droid foreman. “Halt. This is a restricted area. You are to vacate immediately.”
The Nite Owl gave the stern droid a polite smile. “We have a few questions.”
“Show me your identification, please.”
“We’re here on behalf of the Duchess to investigate the droid malfunctions.”
“Yes, I saw the reports.” While Bo-Katan and the droid foreman talked, Din strayed off to where the battle droids marched in a single-file line and studied their imposing forms as they passed him by; he waved a gloved hand in front of one’s face and saw no reaction, but he merely repeated the gesture with the next droid in line. “Rest assured, I’ve had the entire line of loaders undergo maintenance protocols as a safety measure. The, uh, certification is on file. I wouldn’t do that if I were you!”  
Din glanced over his shoulder at the droid foreman, unperturbed by its warning shout. “Why’s that?”
“Well, as a precaution,” The droid foreman carefully explained. “Their base function was warfare.”
“I thought they were just checked out.”
“They were-” Without waiting for the droid’s full reply, Din gave the next battle droid in line a hard kick; predictably, it merely staggered a little before returning to its place in line and carrying its cargo box to a nearby ship. “Uh, what are you doing?!”
“Then this shouldn’t faze them,” Din shrugged before kicking the next battle droid that passed them by, taking some pleasure in his rash and potentially dangerous experiment.
“Uh, sir? Excuse me! Sir!”
The next battle droid in line immediately stumbled when Din’s boot connected with its leg and dropped its cargo box but after it picked itself up, it suddenly back-handed Din across the dock and took off running. Groaning in pain, Din scrambled to his feet while Bo-Katan fired her blaster at the fleeing battle droid and sprinted after it, quickening his pace once he realized that they were dangerously close to the city streets; he could hear Bo-Katan running behind him as the battle droid knocked over a stack of rubbish and while he jumped over the makeshift obstacle, the Nite Owl propelled herself into the air to avoid the scattered mess. The alleyway opened up into a crowded street and frightened citizens screamed as the battle droid barreled through them, and Din and Bo-Katan were forced to shove their way after it.
Illuminated by the colorful neon lights of the various shopfronts, the imposing battle droid stopped to pick up a cargo box and throw it at them; Bo-Katan activated her jetpack to fly beneath the cargo box while Din dropped to his knees and slid on the smooth stone that paved the street. His body ached in protest but he pushed on, racing to catch up with Bo-Katan as she pursued the battle droid down another alleyway; the moment they emerged from the alley and stepped onto another street, they were forced to drop to the ground to avoid a power unit hurtling straight towards them, which exploded in a ball of fire as they scrambled to their feet and ran after the fleeing droid.
“Keep going!” Din shouted to Bo-Katan before peeling off and sprinting down the less-crowded adjacent alleyway; the battle droid passed the next opening before Din could reach it, forcing him to run into a cantina to continue his pursuit. Patrons shrieked in fright and darted out of his way as he charged through the cantina and when he caught sight of the nearest window, he seized the opportunity and dove straight through it; he tackled the battle droid and they landed on the street in a flurry of shattered glass, and he scrambled to draw his blaster as the battle droid jumped to its feet. But before it could attack, several blaster shots rang through the air and the destroyed droid collapsed onto the street to reveal Bo-Katan holstering her weapons.
“Are you all right?” The Nite Owl asked as she crossed the street and helped Din stand; when he gave her a breathless nod, her shoulders relaxed and they watched four constable droids surround them and the lifeless battle droid and project holographic crime scene barriers to keep any curious civilians away.
“This is a crime scene. Thank you for standing back. This is a crime scene. Thank you for standing back. This is a crime scene. Thank you for standing back.”
They both looked down at the battle droid’s sparking remains and Bo-Katan crouched to retrieve a rectangular object fastened at its waist. “I found a spark pad.”
Din’s brow furrowed beneath his helmet. “What’s it say?”
“‘The Resistor.’”
“Sounds like a droid bar.”
When Bo-Katan stood, she flipped the spark pad over and arched a brow before showing him the Aurebesh printing. “And there’s an address.”
The Nite Owl started down the street and with an exasperated sigh, Din ignored his aching muscles and followed after her. It was going to be a long, long night.
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Mando-a Translations:
Alor’ad-Captain K’oyacyi, ner kotep beroya-Come back safely, my brave bounty hunter Ni kar’tayl gar darasuum, ner cyar’ika alor’ad-I love you, my darling captain
A/N: Like I said last week, we’re having work done in the house and it’s been difficult finding time to write, but I’ll hopefully have the next chapter up on time! Thank you all so much for reading and commenting! Oh, and I’ve created a Spotify playlist of all my favorite music from the world of Star Wars, so if you’re interested in checking it out the link is down below!
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Chapter Thirty-Nine
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heresathreebee · 3 years
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Sunset Sapphires
[’The Mandalorian’ Koska Reeves X Female!Reader]
Summary: Koska often visits your little corner of the universe but this time it seems she wants to take you with her. 
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Word Count: 646 words
Warning(s): Rating +13. flirting, implied sexual relationship, swearing, alcohol consumption, The Way, original characters to populate the world, Star Wars
Author’s Notes: listen I just think she’s neat. I’ve got into my head that Mando is an interchangeable moniker for non-Mandalorians to use, so any references to ‘Mando’ in this series is KOSKA, not Din. 
Also I was looking for chapter 12 of Garrote in my drafts but I got bored and posted this instead so enjoy
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"What does it take to become a Mandalorian, anyways?," you asked, putting your chin on your hand atop the sticky plastene bar. 
The Mandalorian set her helmet gingerly to her side on the counter and gulped the glowing spotchka like it was water. When there was barely anything but the clinging blue liquid on the glass, she set it down and stared deep into the other woman's eyes. 
"Swear a creed and learn to fight with honor," she said curtly. 
You hummed, blowing a curl out of your eye. "Sounds boring. I much prefer fucking one." 
Although Koska knew that that was exactly what you was going to say, she smiled nonetheless. You always liked to flirt and you were a total bonehead doing it. 
"What do you have to be worried about?" the glass refilled and cast a soft blue light onto the pair. "People already try to kill you and take what you have. If you were like me, you'd have back up and armor." 
"Yeah, but that armor looks heavy," your mouth twisted, "I fight better when I'm not weighed down." 
"Suit yourself," Koska dismissed, getting up from the stool and donning her helmet again. "The rest is for you. See you around." 
The glint of her armor catches all eyes, especially the cut of her helmet, but Koska doesn’t let them rattle her. She’ll get back to her ship even if she has to kill a hundred of these thieves. There are definitely footsteps behind her though… but they’re not gaining or losing ground. 
Koska reached her ship and whipped around, blaster unholstered and low at her side. The person tailing her was shorter, draped in rags but the unmistakable curling montrals stood up beneath the heavy hood. The person raised their head and waved. 
"I mean you no harm, warrior," the old, old male togruta said. "I want only to speak to you." 
Koska holstered her blaster and waited. Her silence served her well as the man continued. "I am in need of a person of your skill and reputation." 
"-- I'm not for hire, ruug'la," she snapped. 
"I think you will find our goals are in alignment this time, Mandalorian." 
Koska cocked her hip, too cautious to cross her arms with no back-up. "And why's that?" 
"What I am looking for– who I am looking for: they were taken by pirates who promised us safe passage. The captain let us on his ship and was very eager to show off his unique sword. He swore up and down it that it belonged to a Mandalorian once. I thought you might like to have it back." 
Koska heaved a heavy sigh. 
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You were wrestling a bottle of something orange from some creature with apposable thumbs and a primal disposition for kleptomania. Damn thing was probably too stupid to know Moof juice wasn’t alcoholic, but you couldn’t just let him take it (at least not with your boss watching). You lost the minute you felt it bite you, like four tiny needles drove into the flesh of your hand and you had no choice but to release it. The rat looking thief scurried away with a shriek of victory and disappeared down a garbage dump hole. 
“Dank farrik.” It already itched, like you could feel the foreign bacteria wriggling its way into your blood stream. You glared your boss down from his viewing booth and he watched you step away to clean your hand and bandage it. Your attention was stolen away when you heard the familiar clink of beskar stop next to you. Your eyes travelled up her body appreciatively, “Mando! Forget something?” 
“Not exactly,” came the modulated voice from the stony blank helmet. “Need a favor to ask.” 
That’s the last thing you expected her to hear but you already know your answer will be an enthusiastic (but not too enthusiastic) yes. 
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goddessofmischief · 3 years
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Hiya, ur writing is amazing. Would you be comfortable with doing a Koska Reeves x reader?
wow thank you!!! that’s so sweet. I don’t know much about the character, but yes, I'd totally be comfortable with it! Since I don’t know her super well, the��more specific the request is, the better. tysm!
requests now open for loki, the mandalorian and most mandalorian characters!
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lana-writes · 3 years
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Ret'urcye mhi | We’ll Meet Again
A Mandalorian fanfic | Din Djarin x Reader (gender neutral pronouns)
Rating: general audiences
Word Count: 1.7k
Warnings: none, maybe heartbreak
Notes: Ret’urcye mhi : goodbye; literally “Maybe we will meet again.” 
This honestly came out of nowhere. I just imagined comforting Din after the final moments of the finale and this just flowed out with it. I barely proofread any of it so I hope it’s good. Anyway, enjoy!
SPOILER ALERT If you have not seen Chapter 16/ the season 2 finale, do not read! If you have seen the finale, maybe have some tissues handy.
Part Two |  Part Three | AO3 | Masterpost
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As the jedi left with your child in his arms, you turned your attention to Din. You didn’t need the Force to know that he felt deeply the overwhelming loss of his son. You both knew that this was what was best for Grogu but it didn’t change the intensity of your own attachment to him and the pain of letting him leave. You reached out and placed your hand on Din’s arm. The fact that his helmet was off didn’t occur to you in the moment though it did seem nearly impossible to ignore. He turned his head to look at you on instinct when he felt the weight of your hand on his armor. 
It was the first time you’d ever really seen his face and the sight of it broke your heart all over again. There had been times in the dark of the night or when he tipped his helmet up to drink and eat that you had gotten a glimpse but you’d never laid your eyes on him in a way where you could really see him. The tears in his eyes and tortured expression made it clear even if you didn’t have such a close relationship that this man was broken and struggling to contain his own sorrow. He looked away at first, trying to blink away the tears, and when he brought his eyes back to yours, a new fear crossed over his expression. You had forgotten everything else going on around you. The two of you had just lost someone important to you and no one else in that room felt his loss as keenly as you did. 
Slowly, hesitantly, you reached up to his cheek. His eyes followed your hand as it trembled a little before meeting his skin. His breathing faltered as he locked eyes with you again. He knew you felt it too. In any other circumstance, you would have made a point to try and memorize his face but that didn’t even cross your mind. You wanted to comfort him, to ease his pain but you knew there’s nothing that could make any of it easier. He stayed there with his hands at his sides and his face in your hand as he felt his tears spill over. He didn’t want them to but there was nothing he could do to stop them. You brought your other hand to the other side of his face, wiping his tears with your thumb. His breathing shuddered as he tried to steady himself. Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath before pressing his lips together. 
“We’ll see him again,” your own trembling voice whispered. You tried to make yourself smile, trying to put on a brave face. Squeezing your eyes shut, you tried to fight your own tears. You were a comfort for each other, being able to share this pain. When you opened your eyes again and looked up into his brown eyes, it felt hopeful and painful all at once. The pain of the loss of the child. The pain you both shared. The hope that you both shared of seeing him again, of being a family again. As long and as often as you had wished to look into his eyes like this before, you couldn’t hold his gaze any longer. You took your hands from his face and laid your head against his breastplate. Breathing deeply to steady yourself and push down your own tears, you wrapped your arms around him. His own breathing faltered a moment before you felt his arms around you and his head dip down to press his cheek against your hair. You wondered if you were the second person, after the child, to touch him with any affection since he was a child. If you were one of the first to see his face and react with love. 
He opened his mouth, wanting to say something. He wasn’t sure what he could say. Nothing could make it better, especially not now, not moments after the child had disappeared from your sight. 
“We’ll see him again,” he spoke softly, only for you. “I promise.” 
You weren’t sure how long it was before the two of you separated from each other. Picking up his helmet, you held it out to him and he replaced it on his head. When the two of you turned around to see what the others were doing. Cara was watching you with a sympathetic, if slightly worried, look on her face. You rubbed your hands over your face, trying to clear any wetness that remained as you faced the others. Bo Katan was speaking with Koska on the other side of the bridge. Fennec had taken a seat by one of the workstations and was looking over her blaster. Gideon still laid on the floor unconscious. 
“What now?” you asked, looking to Din. He picked up the Darksaber in his hands again and stared down at it a moment. He didn’t speak as he began walking purposefully over to Bo Katan.
“I’m not fighting over this,” he announced, dropping it on the console beside her. Before she could respond, he turned and began to return to you. 
“I can’t accept it,” she responded. He kept walking towards the exit. You and Cara looked at each other then back at Din. Cara went to pick up Gideon and you followed Din to the door, marching side by side out of the bridge.  A blast flew between you and Din causing you both to whirl around to face Bo Katan who stood in the center of the room with her blaster raised. “You know that’s not how this works.”
“Don’t,” he warned. Her eyes flicked to you and her blaster followed. “No!” He jumped in front of you and held you behind him with one hand, barely saving you from being shot. 
“Are you crazy?” Cara shouted, dropping a still unconscious Gideon for her blaster. 
“Drop it,” Koska demanded, her own blaster aimed for Cara who had her blaster trained on Bo Katan. 
“Don’t hurt them,” Din pleaded. 
“You know what has to be done,” she reminded him, blaster still aimed at him. “If you won’t do it willingly, I’ll have to force you.”
“Alright,” he said finally. “But let them leave first.” She lowered her weapon and looked at the others in the room. 
“Alright,” she agreed. Cara and Koska both lowered their own blasters and watched what Din would do next. He turned around and looked at you. 
“You have to leave. Go with Cara and Fennec to rendezvous with Boba,” he told you. 
“No, I’m not going to leave you. Do you know what you’re getting into?” you asked him in a not so hushed tone. “I’m not going to leave you to die,” you felt your voice break on the last word. 
“I’m not going to die,” he tried to reassure you. “It’ll be like with Gideon. She doesn’t have to kill me.” You glanced back at Bo Katan beyond him. He was effectively shielding you from the rest of the room with his body. 
“You don’t know that,” you retorted. “I don’t trust her. She’s desperate. She’ll do whatever it takes, and that includes killing you if she feels like she needs to,” you pleaded with him. 
“I’m not dying today,” he repeated, taking your hand in his. “I promise you.”
“I know you’re plenty capable, Din, but forgive me if I don’t want to put your fate into the hands of the crazy princess who has probably already thought about killing you,” you put your other hand on his chest and stepped closer to him. 
“You’re not putting my fate in her hands. You're putting it in mine,” he said. You moved your hand to the side of his helmet as you looked up at him. You wished you could see his eyes again, feel the warmth of his cheek again. It scared you thinking about losing him to Bo Katan. You knew he was right. You knew there was a good chance that she would leave him alive like he had Gideon but the chance of her killing him was too great for you to feel comfortable leaving him to face her alone. Before you realized what he was doing, his free hand gripped the bottom of his helmet and pulled it off again. His brown eyes found yours again and you couldn’t stop yourself from throwing your arms around his neck and holding him close. He didn’t hesitate to embrace you, helmet in one hand as he wrapped his arms around you. Far too soon, you felt his hand on your arm, gently urging you to let go.  You lowered your hands to rest on his chest as you looked up at him again. 
“Ret'urcye mhi,” he said softly, his own eyes studying your face. He pressed his lips to your forehead for just a few seconds. You closed your eyes and held your breath as if you both were trying to savor and memorize the feeling of each other’s skin. 
“We will meet again,” you whispered as his lips disappeared from your skin and you opened your eyes. 
“Go,” he told you as he stepped back and put his helmet back on. You took a deep breath and watched him as he turned to Cara. “Go with them. Rendezvous with Boba. I’ll meet you soon,” he told her. She picked up Gideon again and walked up to Din. 
“Are you sure about this?” she asked. 
“I am.”
“Alright. I’ll keep them safe,” she nodded before turning to look at Fennec. “You coming?” Fennec looked at Cara then you. She gave you this look and at first you couldn’t tell what she was trying to tell you but you could tell she wanted to help. 
“I think I’m gonna stick around. See how it goes,” she said as she shifted her attention to Bo Katan and Koska. 
“We’ll see you,” Cara said, giving Din one last nod before she turned to leave. Though you couldn’t see his eyes now, you and Din exchanged one last look before he nodded. You trusted him with your life but somehow trusting him with his own felt harder. As Cara walked past you, you finally turned and continued out of the bridge. 
“We will meet again,” you whispered to yourself. 
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