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Ner Cyar'ika Baar'ur

Secret Santa Event by @pedrostories

My giftee: @taro-666

Pairing: Din D'jarin x F!Medic!Reader (use of Y/N).

Summary: Working for the Mandalorian as his personal medic, it has become apart of the daily routine to battle against people who threaten his safety, or yours. You're apart of the chaos that comes with the bounty hunting life, but how does one particular quarry change everything between you and Din D'jarin?

WC: 8k

Warnings: 18+ Content. Minors DNI. Fic is set in season one, between episode one to three. Slight changes in the storyline from the TV show. Cursing. Use of Mando'a (with translations). Friends to Lovers. Mutual Pining. Violence and Injury. Angst with a happy ending. Smut. Mentions of wet dreams. Unprotected PIV. Praise kink. Fluff.

AN: Taro! Omg, I've been so excited to share this story with you and to finally come off anon. Hey friend! 👋 I hope you enjoy the read, my love ❤️.

@supernaturalgirl20 Thank you so much for the beta, beautiful! You're a star 🥰.

There aren’t a lot of things that surprise you these days as a trained medic; you’ve been through a lot and have seen nearly twice as much. Having said that, it’s almost as if you’ve grown used to the mayhem that comes with treating the sick and the wounded because of your line of work.

For instance, it doesn’t surprise you anymore when your boss requires your medical assistance considering he is actually in need of your assistance quite often, and it’s the very reason he hired you in the first place.

The Mandalorian is your boss, or Mando as he is known to some, and his involvement in the bounty hunting business was never in your interest at first - your a healer, not a fighter - but where there is a fight, there is almost always a need for someone to be patched up afterwards.

There’s never a dull moment working with the Mandalorian, his daily life is mayhem, more so in the last several weeks since his workload has been busier than usual and seeing that you’ve already adapted to the chaos around treating the sick and wounded, especially on war-torn planets, you quickly adopted his chaotic lifestyle as well.

There wasn’t much difference truthfully, only that you were treating one patient instead of several a day, and rather than coming to you for medical treatment, Mando offered you to move into his ship as an alternative. You didn’t oppose the idea and accepted his offer, not only because the pay is better, but the company is welcome too.

As well as this, you didn’t mind moving into Mando’s ship because he used to visit you regularly for medical attention back on Nevarro. That's where The Bounty Hunter’s Guild is situated, it’s their home base, and although you only stayed in the city for seven months, you didn’t particularly enjoy your time on the volcanic planet. It’s a world of black sand, rocky terrain, and rivers flowing with lava instead of water.

While it was beautiful to gaze upon at night, it was also deadly as the Reptavion's used the darkness to their advantage, hunting anything it could carry before taking flight. Nevarro provided work opportunities and credits, but it wasn’t a place to call home.

However, the volcanic planet is where you met Mando for the very first time. During the months you were staying in the city, you were working in a small medical clinic, and there were plenty more suitable facilities for the man to visit, but he chose your place of work instead.

At first, you assumed it was for discretion as the clinic's unspoken rule was ‘ask no question, hear no lies’, but sometimes he would come to see you with minor injuries that could be treated by his own hands, thus leading you to believe that he was interested in more than just your help. Besides, you enjoyed the man's company when he would come to visit you. He wasn’t much of a talker back then, but as time passed, he gradually opened up.

Moving into the man's ship brought you closer to each other. You became his partner more than his employee, and you love your job because it simply doesn’t feel like a job. It feels like you're working with a trusted friend, sharing the riches and helping each other out.

Whether or not he was actually in need of your service back on Nevarro doesn’t matter. What matters is that he saw an opportunity with your skills and presented a deal to make your working life better - which it has.

Ever since you moved in with him, your life has become better in so many ways; you now have a place to call home, and you have a friend you can rely on without the niggling doubt of betrayal in the back of your mind.

Since you were always on the move before, you adopted a cautious nature with everyone regarding every little detail in your life. You never did fully trust people, but you do with Mando. Things are different with him, and one of the many reasons why it's different with him is because you know the man underneath the beskar.

Many people have heard of Mando. They’ve heard the stories about his reputation in the Bounty Hunters Guild, about how he is the best in the parsec, but his past and identity remain a mystery. Even to you, to some extent, but you’ve heard the stories too, heard ‘warrior’ in the whispers and it’s true. He is a fine warrior, one that fights with grace and loyalty to the cause. His cause; his culture and his religion - the way of Mandalore.

While many call him Mando, or the Mandalorian in the Guild, you know him as Din D’jarin. You have not yet had the pleasure to see his identity, but hopefully one day you will have that pleasure and the honour. These are just some of the many reasons why you love your job, but to put it simply; it’s because of Din.

Since there aren’t a lot of things that surprise you anymore in your line of work and partnership with the man, that doesn’t mean there’s nothing that surprises you. Take these last few days for example, it started off with the same regular chaos, but eventually became something you’re not familiar with.

The loading bay of the Razor Crest is almost packed full of quarries, frozen solid in the carbonite blocks with one more space remaining for the Mythrol. You helped Din as far as your abilities could, and since the tracking fob for the Mythrol led him to a public house on the icy planet, Pagadon, you stayed back on the ship and waited for his return.

And of course, it came as no shock when Din returned with the Mythrol, thankfully without any injuries, but the blue-skinned man tried to pull a fast one. However, it wasn’t fast enough as the Mandalorian was two steps ahead of the trickery. He always is.

Still, just like the normalities in the bounty hunting life, you made your way back to Nevarro and met with Greef Karga in the cantina to offload the carbonite blocks, receive your payments and gather more tracking fobs leading to more quarries.

The surprise began when the words ‘off the books’ were uttered by Greef himself and from the moment Din took his next job, you had mixed feelings. There was no chain code on the quarry, all you had was their age. Then, Din wouldn’t allow you to accompany him when meeting the client and the very fact he was protective of you in that sense, made you worry about their business.

In the Guild, it’s common knowledge that you don’t ask questions about the criminals you hunt. You just get the job done and let the proper authorities serve justice, but something was gnawing at your gut. As the day went on and the chaos continued, the doubts slowly began to fade as you settled back into normality.

The tracking fob led you to a desert planet, Arvala-7, where you met with a kind man named Kuiil working on a moisture farm. It was especially fun watching Din trying to mount the Blurrg and learn to ride them, but you, too, had to learn in order to join his travels to the Nikto Hideout - where the quarry was.

By the afternoon, you and Din had mastered the art of riding the creatures and you set off to capture the quarry. Just like any other day in the bounty hunting life, there was nothing surprising or out of the ordinary. You worked together like you always do and after leaving you at a safe distance away from the hideout, Din moved forward on his own.

As battle ensued, you watched from afar and used comms to help the man out. He fought magnificently. More often than not, his skills leave you awestruck. Mesmerized. You prepared yourself and stocked up on the medical supplies before leaving the moisture farm earlier, but remained hopeful that there wasn’t a need for them.

When the fight was over, the enemy threats were eliminated and Din was unharmed, you made your way to him and entered the hideout together to find the quarry, but when you first laid your eyes on the target, that unsettled feeling returned to your gut. It was an infant baby, a little green baby with big ears and the cutest eyes you’ve ever seen.

Although you remembered that you don’t ask questions in the Guild about the quarries, you couldn’t help wondering, and worrying, about what the client wants with the child. It couldn’t be anything good if Din didn’t want you present in the meeting with them on Nevarro.

You had many doubts and suspicions, so many that you couldn’t find a single rational explanation as to why a baby had a bounty on its head. Naturally, you asked Din all of the questions you had, but he didn’t have any answers.

Now, as you both make your way back to the Razor Crest with the baby through the mountainous canyons of Arvala-7, you still can’t shake off the nerves around this whole ordeal. Din is many things; a fine warrior in battle, a man of few words, emotionally shielded and well guarded, cold and merciless to those who threaten his safety, or yours, but careless? No, never.

The man isn’t careless. He cares greatly, and deeply, and he, too, knows that something is off about this job. You’ve known Din D’jarin for the last two years and you can sense when the man is nervous. He’s quiet, too quiet, and you don’t like when his mind is on overdrive because if he is worried about this job, then you should be fearful.

“Alright. What is it?” You finally break the silence to ask, eager to make sense of his sudden edgy state of mind. Halting your walk and turning to face him, you perch both hands to your hips and tilt your head to the side in question, adding emphasis to your desire for answers.

The baby situated in his floating pod remains close by, right between you and Din as a matter of fact, and he looks up at you both with curiosity. You fight the urge to look at him, to avoid his influence on you as a woman with maternal instincts. The little guy's presence has undoubtedly caused a heavy bout of uncertainty over your heads, a little rift between you and Mando. Not something of the bad kind, but something unfamiliar and foreign. He’s a child, just an innocent baby, so it’s a confusing and an extremely foreign feeling for you both to be transporting him like he’s just another quarry when he isn’t like any other quarry you’ve ever transported before.

“Din, talk to me,” You shake your head now, frustration evident in your tone, “What is it? What’s got you nervous?” You ask again, although the answer is obvious. It’s because of the baby and all the questions he has for the client, but you want to hear him say it.

To hear Din himself say that something isn’t right will validate your reasons to be worried, but you were met with silence yet again. The man wasn’t even paying attention to you, he was too focused on the little lizards scurrying across the sand. “Mando.” Stepping forward and calling him the name that everyone else uses, that usually gets his attention, you open your mouth to speak but the words didn’t even make it past your lips as he shoved you back.

You fell down and watched as he turned swiftly, gun in hand at the ready to shoot, but a blade whacked it out of his grasp, a blade wielded by a Trandoshan. You and Din both lock onto the tracking fob on his hip, the flashing red dot and audible beep familiar, before he then shoves the floating pod away, keeping the baby out of harm's reach. There’s more than one tracking fob, therefore there’s more bounty hunters looking for the child. Bounty Hunters who are careless and don’t ask questions.

Neither one of you can allow the baby to leave your sight or allow him to fall into the wrong hands, thus causing your legs to act before your mind can think. You quickly rise from the floor and move in to help Din wherever you can. He smites the Trandoshan and they tumble to the floor. Then, he takes the blade from him, before turning around to throw it toward you.

“Stay with the baby.” He orders firmly, and you listen to his instructions. Trusting his fighting skills better than your own, you take a few steps back and give him the space he needs to wield his weapons without hurting you.

However, another Trandoshan jumps out of cover. “Behind you!” You yell, giving Din a heads up just in time to evade the direction of a blade coming down in his path. The fight continues, and you take a few more steps back to look up, checking the surroundings to ensure there aren’t any more hunters hiding in the shadows. But there was. “Another one, on your left.” You call out. Again just in time as another Trandoshan jumps down from a ledge.

With one enemy on the floor, but recovering quickly, the odds weren’t in Din’s favour. It wasn’t a fair fight, even though you’re pretty sure he can handle himself, you worry for his safety nonetheless. And although you're not a fighter, you’ll be damned if you don’t try to help even out the odds against him.

After checking that the baby was safe in his pod, you move toward the closest Trandoshan and raise your weapon. His back was turned, giving you the upper hand to land a blow without deadly consequence. Using the blunt side of the blade, you struck the back of his legs, causing him to stumble forward just at the right time for Din to throw his arms out and punch him in the face, knocking him unconscious as he fell to the floor.

Now that the odds were evened out, you watched Din’s movements with laser-like focus and only intervened when you saw the right moment. You were sure he could handle himself, and you were right, but the element of surprise was the only advantage the Trandoshans had over him in the beginning. He fought the remaining two easily, eventually leaving all three unconscious and regretful for ever trying to take on a skilled Mandalorian.

He turns to you, nodding appreciatively. “Good moves there, mesh’la - thank you.”

“Don’t mention it,” You shake your head, “You did all the heavy lifting. I was just lending a hand.” You mumble with a sheepish grin on your lips.

“But I know how you don’t like to fight,” He argues gently with a slight chuckle in his modulated voice. “You fought with me. Accept my gratitude, sweet girl.”

“Ok, ok - you’re welcome, Din.” Your smile deepens with flattery as he stands before you with what you can only describe as pride. It was the way he looked at you; his helmet slightly tilted to the side, displaying the reflection of your own face, and his hands resting on his hips with a puffed out chest.

Since you can’t see the man's facial expression, all you’re left with his body language and tone of voice to understand how he feels. And right now, you not only feel a sense of pride from him, but a flicker of attraction too. It’s in the air. The chemistry, the spark, it’s surrounding you both, and it’s something you feel quite often, but never have the courage to act on.

You’re almost certain that the friendship between you and Din means something more, or at least, it’s heading towards something more. But the intimate moments you share with each other, brief moments like this, make you wonder why he doesn’t make a move.

You don’t even have to see the man's face to know that he’s eyeing you up and down. Upon feeling him lean in, something you’ve felt him do many times before, you muster up the courage to lean in as well.

However, the confidence escapes him at the last second and he pulls back, clearing his throat awkwardly. “We should leave now, mesh’la,” He says, breaking the silence and just like that, the moment is over. “ We need to get back on track and complete the job.”

What? You ask yourself as your mouth falls open and your eyes widen, exhibiting your shock and disbelief. After everything that has happened today, especially after a brawl against three Trandoshans, you're shocked that he is still going to hand the baby over to the client. Din picked up on your reaction instantly and straightened his back, as if preparing himself for a dispute.

“Excuse me?” You scoff, your cheeks burning up again for an entirely different reason now. It wasn’t flattery, or attraction, it was anger. “Din, you can’t be serious. We can’t hand the baby over to the client. Especially now that we know other hunters are after him too-” You walk over to one of the Trandoshans laying on the ground and retrieve their tracking fob before presenting it to him, “-The client gave you the job, but handed out more fobs? It doesn't feel right and you know it.”

“Cyar’ika, please don’t do this.” He sighs while running his gloved hand over the scruff of his neck, the pleadings in his voice for you to not argue about this falling on deaf ears. You are most certainly going to argue about this with him. You cross your arms and shake your head, like you had already settled the argument without even uttering another word. But, the dispute was nowhere near settled. “Need I remind you of the code in the Guild?” He asks with a bite to his tone of voice, “If you don’t like this job, I’ll finish this one on my own.”

“On your own?” You laugh humourlessly while waving the tracking fob. “Good luck with that when the whole Guild could have these! What happens if you get hurt? What then?” Biting back with your own set of questions, you watch as the man huffs a short breath and turns away from you, evidently maddened with your bickering. “Don’t turn away. Answer me -” You give him a second to answer, but grow impatient as you're met with a lengthy silence once again. “- What happens if you get hurt, Mando? You can’t do this alone.”

Din turns to you now and stands close, his voice raised to a level that hurts. “I was doing just fine on my own two years ago, Y/N.” Turning away again, as if he couldn’t stand another second looking at you or spend any more time arguing, it didn’t matter anyways as you had ultimately lost the dispute. You give him another second, another chance to make things right and take back what he said, but he doesn’t turn around or mutter a single word.

“Okay then,” You mumble, lowering your head, “Am I just the medic? Is that all I am to you?” You ask, and still, the man doesn’t turn to face you or answer your question. The silence spoke for him and that was all you needed to know before turning around to walk away. You gave him plenty of chances to fix his mistake, but only until your back was turned did he try.

“Cyar'ika.” He calls out for you, finally coming to his senses, but it wasn’t quick enough as you didn’t respond to him. You made your way towards the baby and the sound of your muffled cries made his head hang low with shame. No matter how quiet you tried to be, your cries were audible to his ears, enhanced by the mechanics in his helmet.

Although you were quite visibly sad, he watched you put on a fake smile and talk to the baby like nothing was wrong. The warmness of your soul shone through the misery, causing the little guy to beam and babble baby nonsense. It was a sight so beautiful to witness, so beautiful that it was distracting.

Din can’t allow himself to get too wrapped up in the emotions that the child brings. It’s conflicting, confusing and… foreign. He’s never felt this way before. Never felt this way before with any woman around a child, but it’s different with you and it clouds his mind, throws him off balance and disrupts his focus so much that he doesn’t pay attention to what’s most important right now. Like the danger lingering in the immediate surroundings.

“Y/N!” The man calls to you again, his voice was laden with urgency. “Behind you! Y/N - behind you.” Sprinting toward your position while swinging the strap of his amban rifle around his chest, Din takes aim at another Trandoshan and fires, obliterating the reptilian humanoid to a thousand dust particles.

You fall down, your knees hitting the sandy terrain below as your pained cries penetrate the sound of his beating heart deafening his ears. You took a hit from the Trandoshan, his blade had cut through your clothes and marked your skin before he was blasted into organic matter.

“Mesh’la.” He choked. Rushing over and kneeling on the ground behind you, he reaches out to hold your arms. The injury you sustained was across your back, diagonally, at least three inches long and almost half an inch deep. A clean cut, but angry red and weeping with blood. “Easy now, sweet girl. You’re bleeding, just take it easy.” He reassures you with a slight tremble in his tone, his worry for your well-being perceivable.

“The disinfectant,” You hissed in reply whilst shaking your head, “Get the disinfectant. It’s in my satchel, Mando.” Gently removing your satchel over your shoulder, he places the bag onto the floor and opens it up to search through your medical supplies. Supplies that are normally used for him. There’s irony in the fact you became a medic to treat others, not yourself, and the man despises that his involvement in the bounty hunting business has caused you harm.

And although he is helping to the best of his knowledge, you’re directing him on what to do. “Open the cap and pour a generous amount over the wound.” You explain, then grab his hand on your hip to hold onto for comfort. He begins to ask if you’re sure, but couldn’t even finish his sentence as your sobbing plea cut him off. “Yes-yes! Just get it over with. Please, Din.”

Listening to your instructions, he held his breath and prepared himself as he began dousing your back with disinfectant. You bawled with agony, your back arching away from him naturally with the instinct to stop the pain, but to his regret, he pulled you towards him and continued to pour. He clenches his jaw as you cry, his fingers almost turning blue from the force of your grip on his hand. “I’m sorry.” He apologizes, to which you don’t accept and stutter in reply. “This isn’t y-your fault.”

Releasing your hand to place his thumb and forefinger on your chin, he tilts your head to look at him before leaning in. “I’m sorry, Y/N - for this, for yelling at you, for saying that I was doing just fine two years ago and… and you’re not just a medic.” He rests his helmet against your head and whispers, though his voice breaks with remorse. “You’re so much more than that, mesh’la. You mean so much to me.”

“Din, I-” You open your mouth to object, but he cuts you off by holding his thumb over your lips while shushing you. “Don’t speak and conserve your energy, we’ll talk about it later. Just let me take care of you first.” He says.

“No, Din…” You sigh, eyes blinking slowly while slurring your words. “I was going… going to say that I… I can’t keep my eyes… I don't feel good…” Your body becomes limp as you fall into his arms. Your vision darkens quickly, and the last thing you saw before everything went black was the baby's eyes looking at you as he peaks over the pod.

The next time you awoke, it was a brief moment of consciousness. The familiar sound of Din’s amban rifle could be heard as he fired off multiple rounds and your eyes glimmered open to see his legs, the bandolier of cartridges wrapped around his calf. You saw his gloved hand reaching for ammunition to load into his weapon and worried as to why he needed them.

“It’s ok. Everything is ok,” he says upon noticing you were awake and were fighting to keep your eyes open. “We’re safe here. Go back to sleep, cyar’ika.”

Eyes closing once again, you couldn’t keep them open no matter how hard you tried to, and his voice soon faded as you slipped into a deep slumber. The silence took over and, oddly, it felt comforting. Although it only felt like minutes had passed, you knew it must have been longer as your surroundings were different.

There was no longer a warm breeze, but the cold presence of steel pressing into your side, and beneath you, it felt spongy and soft, thus indicating you were laying on a bed. The unmistakable sound of Kuiil’s voice could be heard in the distance as he makes the baby laugh and you open your eyes to confirm your assumptions on your whereabouts, but are met with locks of brown hair instead.

It’s Din. He’s the cold presence of steel pressing into your side as he sat on the edge of the bed and it’s his hair that you were currently staring at with wide eyes. His back was turned, but you could still see the back of his head and instantly shut your eyes, fearing that if you spent one more second looking, you wouldn’t be able to turn away.

“Mando,” You whisper immediately, panicking, then feel him moving around. “Mando, why don’t you have your helmet on? Stars! I could have seen your face.”

You begin to shift your position to turn away from him, but are reminded of the wound on your back. The pain struck you suddenly and harshly, causing Din’s hands to dart out to cover your eyes just in time as you opened them with instinct. He was gentle but quick. “It’s ok, mesh’la. You can’t see, it’s ok.” He reassures you through the strained whimpers slipping past your lips.

“Where is your helmet?” You ask, getting your teeth. You close your eyes again once the surge of pain passes over and the soothing properties of bacta gel takes over. You can feel the substance on your back, feel the stuff working to heal your injury. “My eyes are closed now. It’s safe but… Shit, Din. I saw your hair.” You say apologetically.

“It’s fine, sweet girl.” He chuckles softly, the sound making your mouth fall open with shock as you retort. “It’s not funny. I’m not allowed to see you - or your hair! What… W-what happens now?” You ask, to which he laughs again and startles you unintentionally when reaching out to cup your cheek. You weren’t expecting to feel his gloved fingers on your skin, but you quickly leaned into his touch as his gesture brought consolation.

“Look at me,” He requests, “It's safe to look, I promise.”

Rolling your eyes behind closed lids, you make a surprised sound when he caresses your cheek with his thumb. Again, you weren’t expecting the comforting gesture, but deeply appreciated it. And whether or not it was the bacta gel or Din easing the discomfort in your back, you chose to believe it was the latter.

A short moment passes before you finally open your eyes and find relief in the T shape of his helmet. Although you would love nothing more than to see his identity, the face of his helmet is what you know, it’s home. Your face softens as you relax into the palm of his hand, but the importance and worry around your question still lingers, thus causing you to ask again. “What happens now? I thought I wasn’t allowed to see you without the helmet, doesn’t that also mean I can’t see your hair?”

“You didn’t see my face, nor did you remove my helmet, mesh’la,” He shakes his head, his voice soft like honey, “It’s okay and besides-” He turns his head, displaying the brown locks of his hair at the base of his neck, “-You can see my hair with the helmet on.”

“Oh,” You whisper with intrigue, “Surprised I didn’t notice sooner, but your hair is…” Lifting your hand with a desire to touch his hair, you back out at the last second and retract your arm, but Din felt your movements and quickly assured. “Go ahead. I trust you.”

You reach out again and caress the base of his neck, your fingertips massaging his scalp which draws out the heaviest sounding exhale you’ve ever heard from him; a sigh of relief, filled with endearment and relaxation. It was a gratifying feeling, seeing and hearing the man lean into your touch without fear of betrayal in this moment of vulnerability. Din is vulnerable at this moment, his guard is down and just the mere thought of removing his helmet sickens you. It never crosses your mind.

“Your hair is beautiful, Din.” You murmur sweetly, a smile on your lips displaying your satisfaction and joy from something so simple. The action of touching his hair which you’d love to do again, to feel him melt in your arms like soft putty and feel a sense of home from your touch, like you feel a sense of home when looking into the T-shape of his visor.

You gently squeeze the base of his neck, a way of reassuring him, before pulling your hand back, however, it was apparent that he wanted more as he sharply held your wrist and directed your hand back to his hair. “Please?” He asks in a whispered breath, hopeful and optimistic, desperate. “Keep playing with my hair, ner cyar’ika.”

You laugh, a mixture of surprise and confusion obvious in your tone. The difference in his pet name for you was confusing, and his request for you to continue playing with his hair was surprising. Though, you granted his request gladly and began playing with his hair. “What does cyar’ika mean anyway?” You ask, tilting your head with interest while wondering what faces he was making under the helmet from your massaging movements. “Is there a difference when you say ner cyar’ika?”

“Yes.” He groans in reply, the sound drawing out another laugh from your lips as your smile deepens. You open your mouth to ask another question, until he turns his head to face you and leans across your body. The pause in his manoeuvre speaks of hesitancy, unsure on whether or not you were comfortable with what was about to do.

The question you had vanishes from your mind as you nod to the man, nodding with confirmation for him to lay down and rest his head in your arms. The bed in which you lay on didn’t feel small until Mando lay on it with you. Not that you minded anyway, but it really detailed the size and stature of the man, especially the broad expanse of his chest and back.

He raised both hands to his helmet, and before he could even ask, you closed your eyes with baited breath as he removed it to optimize the comfiest position. The position he chose however, was burying his face between your neck and shoulder. You didn't release the breath you were holding, it was snatched from your lungs.

Somewhere in the back of your mind, you thought this day would come, but doubt is what kept it at the back of your mind. You never entertained the idea of laying in bed with Mando too much as it felt like a pipe dream to have the man in your arms like this, and now that you do, it feels better than you ever could have imagined.

The pain in your back is practically non-existent now, almost as if you never even sustained an injury, and that’s because of his presence, his proximity and his comfort. It wasn’t a struggle to keep your eyes closed as you basked in the sensation of him carefully laying his weight over you like this.

Something else you’ve also thought about in the past, but tried not to think about too much, is Din laying over you for an entirely different reason. And perhaps it’s because of the level of intimacy in this position that brings those thoughts back to the surface, or maybe it was the electrifying feeling of his lips pressed against your skin.

The man wasn’t exactly kissing you per se, but the bare contact of his lips placed against your neck like this felt like a kiss. Besides, the vest shirt that you wore left a lot of skin on your chest on display, thus providing Din, and yourself, to relish in skin-to-skin contact.

You could feel his beard, it was a light amount of hair, grazing against you with every little movement of his head. Soon, though, all of those little movements from Din became obvious that he was uncomfortable, as if he kept moving slightly to adjust his comfort.

“Want me to stop?” You ask, wondering if he has had enough of you playing with his hair, but to your delight, he shook his head as he inhaled deeply. He smiles against your skin, thus piquing your interest. “What? What is it?” You laugh bashfully.

“You smell good, ner cyar’ika.” He replies, nestling his nose into your neck to inhale the natural scent of you. The smile on your face is yet to fade, his actions are what keeps your lips turned upwards, that was until you felt something wet dart onto your skin. It was brief, too brief, but you felt it nonetheless.

It was Din’s tongue, and your smile disappears as you bite your lip, leaving a hankering desire to feel it again. Your skin heats up beneath him as you entertain those thoughts about him lying over you like this for a different reason. You think about how you’ve yearned for his gloved fingers to touch other areas of your body, and as well as wondering about his identity, you’ve also wondered what he looks like nude. A mind is an imaginative place, and you’ve imagined him naked more than once. You sigh softly with the ache between your legs, wishing Din to be the one who eases it.

“Mesh’la,” He mumbles, grabbing your attention, and when you hum in reply to him, he asks: “Is everything ok? Your heart is racing -” Your eyes spring open with worry, feeling like he could see your dirty thoughts, thus causing your heart to pound harder, “- Hey, hey, relax. I can move, am I making you uncomfortable?” He asks, blaming himself for your panic. Although he is to blame, it’s not for the reason he thinks.

“No, it’s just…” You falter with finding the right words, but the patience to wait for him any longer escapes you. “It’s just that I felt your tongue on my neck and if… Stars, this is going to be embarrassing if I’m wrong… and if you did it purposely, then I want to feel it again, but…” You gulp, gathering your courage to admit your feelings, “...But if it was just a mistake, then I think that we should maybe stop what we’re doing because I’m attracted to you Din.”

“You are?” He asks, to which you reply firmly. “Yes. Yes, I am.”

“So…” He smiles, “You like this?” He asks before placing an open mouthed kiss to your neck, his tongue darting out onto your skin again, thus eliciting you to sigh breathily. “Y-yes. Yes, I like that.” Your eyes close naturally as he plants another kiss on your skin, still with a smile on his lips, as he begins to pant. “I’m attracted to you too. Have been for a long time, ner cyar’ika.”

“Oh, Din.” You moan. With arousal and relief, his admission makes you moan, the sound acting as a catalyst as he moves down your body, his head disappearing under the covers eagerly to hear you moan again. “Are you able to lay on your back?” You hear him ask, though his voice was muffled, you heard him clearly and nod frantically with excitement.

Shifting your position to accommodate him, you couldn’t feel the pain in your back anymore and slipped your hands beneath the covers, your fingers finding his hair with ease. “It’s ok, I’m comfortable lying like this.” You say while focusing on his every move with anticipation. You could feel his breath fanning across your lower stomach, his fingers hooked inside the waistband of your pants as he leans in to place another kiss on your skin.

You lift your hips up with a silent request, one that he understood without a need for words, and begins pulling your pants down, along with your underwear. He leans in and presses his lips to your inner thigh, nipping a path toward your sex. You unintentionally begin gripping his hair by the handfuls, evidently desperate to feel his tongue delve into your slick folds. The man doesn’t waste time and gives in to his own desperation.

“Din!” You whine upon feeling the tip of his tongue meet your clit. He teases you at first, moving his tongue in a circular motion with a feather-light touch, the action making your hips lift off the bed to search for more. You feel him smiling against your inner thigh, clearly satisfied with your reactions, before he closes his lips around your sensitive bud and sucks gently.

You let go of his hair to hold the back of your palm over your mouth, quieting your mewls of pleasure to a respectable level. Considering all the noises Din himself is making was driving you feral, it was a struggle to try and keep quiet. He sounded hungry, like a man starved for a taste of your sweetness right from the source, as if he had dreamed of this moment and was making the most of it now that it’s a reality.

Your hands abandoned his hair to grip handfuls of the bed sheets instead, your back arching as you tilt your head to the side and bury your face into the pillow. Your orgasm crept up on you, started off with a happy cramp in your stomach but quickly became bliss as he eased a finger inside your entrance, soothing the ache in your velvety walls. Din grunted heavily, needily, as he drank your desire.

He continued to flick his tongue against your clit while angling his finger into a come hither motion, caressing that sweet spot deep inside. The stars behind your eyes and the goosebumps rippling across your body never felt so good before, especially from the simple act of receiving oral. It’s been a while, a long while, since you’ve last felt the pleasurable touch of your own hands, let alone a man's pair of hands.

You needed this, needed to release all your pent up sexual energy, though it only made you insatiable for more. “Din,” You call to him, calling on his help to your frustrations, “Din, I need you.”

Suddenly, his hand emerges from the quilt, “Here,” he says, handing you a blindfold. “Put this on for me, sweet girl.” He asks, to which you oblige and pull the item over your eyes hastily. “Ready - now get up here, I need to feel you.”

Moving up your body without having to tell him twice, he travels slowly and plants kisses on your skin along the way, his smile never fading as he takes in the sight of you beneath him. ��Gar’re bid mesh’la… (you’re so beautiful).” He growls wantonly, “...Bid, bid mesh’la (so, so beautiful).”

“I’m not sure what that means,” You giggle, the smile on your lips as wide as ever, “But I like the way you say it.” You reach out carefully in search of his face, to which he helps by directing your hands, and once you feel him, you gasp. “Stars! You’re so beautiful,” you whisper in awe as you trace the outline of his facial features, “Your lips… your cheekbones… nose… jawline… everything about you is beautiful, Din.”

“Thank you, sweet girl.” He breathes, eyes closing to relish in the soft touch of your palms cupping his cheeks. “I’ll teach you Mando’a and soon you will understand everything I say, but I said you were beautiful too. So beautiful.” He explains, causing your cheeks to burn once again with flattery as you pull him closer. His lips press against yours with a bruising kiss, and you couldn’t help but moan because of the raw passion and loving desire to finally feel what you’ve yearned for.

Although there was a hint of desperation in his bid to remove your clothes, Din was gentle with his movements, gentle and respectful. You helped remove his clothes too, and with each inch of skin revealed, you marvelled at the bare touch of him pressing against you. You’ve seen areas of the man's skin before when taking care of his injuries, but never fully seen him naked.

Using your sense of touch to see, you feel his body and drag your fingers along his chest, feeling the brute strength that he holds. The strength of a warrior. Between your legs, you feel his member pressing against your cunt and it was an impressive size. Aching to be buried in your warm. His breath bellowing across your face, hot and heavy, laden with the same sound of relief from earlier when you played with his hair as you admire his body now.

“Cyar’ika.” He groans. Placing his hands beside your head, you feel his body shudder with need, his hips rolling forward ever so slightly to ease the throb that burdens his cock. You slip your hands around the base of his neck, pulling him in to close the gap and kissing his lips whilst parting your legs. As he lines himself up at your entrance, your hands fall to his biceps, holding him tightly as you prepare from the breach.

“Nngh,” you break off to moan, deeply and satisfyingly, “Fuck, Din! Keep going.” You lift your head off the pillow to kiss him again, letting him swallow all the little pretty noises you were making as he carefully buried himself to the hilt. Your walls opened up with ease, stretching to accommodate his size. “It’s ok,” You say, pleading for him to move. “I’m ok.”

“Are you sure, mesh’la?” He asks, to which you nod in reply. “Waited so long for this,” pulling his hips back slowly, he grabs onto your thigh for leverage before burying himself into your cunt again. “Dank Farrik!” He grunts across your face, “So warm and tight. Better than I imagined, sweet girl.”

The sound of his filthy words made you mewl, having never heard the man speak this way before, you were surprised, yet growing more aroused and confident to be honest with him. “I used to think… Shit!” You stutter as he grinds into you, drawing out a moan from your lips, “...I used to think about this. In the night, while you were sleeping in your bunk, I’d think about you making love to me.” You admit.

“Oh fuck.” Din gasps. Picking up his pace while resting his forehead against yours, his moans broken and breathless, his cock reaches a new depth inside your cunt, hitting that sweet spot inside over and over again. “I’m so relieved to hear you say that,” he says, “I took myself in hand many nights thinking about you."

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” You quickly warn upon feeling the peak of your climax racing toward you. “I’m close. Stars! I’m so close. Keep talking to me.” You cry, feeling yourself on the verge of tearing up from the intensity of your pleasure, but the sound of his voice keeps you tethered to the moment, preventing you from floating up to cloud nine.

“I would dream about you often,” He groans while holding the base of your neck, his thumbs dragging across your skin reassuringly, “Wet dreams, mesh’la. I felt so ashamed, but… Fuck, they felt so good. Dreaming about you in my sleep felt so good.”

“More… Tell me more.” You hiss. Wrapping your legs around his back and locking your ankles together, you feel his hips falter as he moans through gritted teeth. “Your pussy, nngh! I’d dream about your pussy wrapped around me, taking my load, mesh’la. Again and again until you couldn’t hold any more and it dripped out of you. Fuck! I’m gonna… Shit, Y/N, I’m coming-” He cuts himself off with a needy whine, throwing his head back with bliss as he feels you clenching around him.

“I-Inside,” You begged him, “Please, Din. Come inside of me.” The man couldn’t stop himself even if he tried to. You felt him reach climax, the warmth of his release spreading inside of you, coating your velvety walls as they pulsed around him, as if milking him of everything he could give. “Mando. Fuuck, Mando!” You mewled directly into his ear, your eyes screwed shut behind the blindfold as his orgasm pushed you over the edge.

White static casted over your eyes as your ears ring loudly, your heart thrums in your chest as nothing but pleasure courses through your veins. You unintentionally dig your nails into his back, clawing at his skin as he reverts to a slow grind into your cunt, the movements pleasuring your clit and prolonging the ecstasy of your high. “That’s it, sweet girl. There you go.” He praises you through it as he comes down from his orgasm, the sound of his voice overstimulating.

Resting your head back against the pillow as you come down, breathing heavily, he plants loving kisses along your jawline and neck. “So pretty like this.” He whispers sweetly, his voice heavy with satisfaction as your hands find his face again. “Are you okay?” He asks.

“How…” Your voice croaks, “How do you say happy in Mando’a?”

“Briikase,” He chuckles, to which you reply with a smile. “Well, I’m briikase right now. Really briikase.”

“Me too, cyar’ika-” He pauses to brush the hair away from your face, correcting himself. “Ner cyar’ika baar’ur.” You open your mouth to ask another question, to ask what difference in his pet names mean, but he leans in to catch your lips in a fervent kiss instead.

Din pulls back, looking to where your eyes would be behind the blindfold while caressing your cheek. “Ner cyar’ika baar’ur... my darling medic. Ni’m ori briikase as pirusti bal ni kar'taylir darasuum gar, mesh’la... I’m very happy as well and I love you, beautiful.”

You make a surprised sound when hearing some familiar words in his language and learning what they mean, that he has said them before in the past. “I love you too, Din.” You say earnestly, the tears staining the fabric of his blindfold, which you now just realized that he’s kept in his pocket in hopes to use with you one day, like today. You not only became Din D’jarin’s medic, but you became his - his darling medic.

There aren’t a lot of things that surprise you these days as a trained medic, but that doesn’t mean nothing surprises you anymore. These last few days have been adventurous and emotional, foreign and unfamiliar, life-threatening and dangerous. It’s been life-changing for you and the Mandalorian, and it’s all because of a baby. The little guys presence not only sparked your maternal instincts, but the protective fatherly instincts within Din too.

And, although neither of you know it now, the baby is only just the beginning of your treacherous journey across the stars in search of reuniting him with his people.

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Back to you

Din Djarin x f!reader

Summary: You´ve only ever seen him from afar. When he needs your help with his little one you are ready. But does it change anything?

Word count: 4.000

Warnings: little angst, canon typical violance, shots, fighting but over all ends with massive fluff

You were truly happy the way Navarro changed thanks to Greef Karga and the Republic. You´ve lived there all your life but you couldn´t exactly call it living when there were Stormtroopers and bounty hunters all over, trying to ruin your day just for fun. You´d really had to be careful all the time. What you had said, how you had looked, how you had spoken. It had been a constant tip toeing and you´d been at some point just plain tired of it.

Greef Karga hadn´t been on you radar about being a good person. Not at all. And then, one day, chaos had broken loose. Hundreds on troopers, some scary man clad in all black and all you had done was hide from the blaster shots and explosions. How could you not have? You are not a fighter. You were as you had found out, a nurturer.

After the dispersion of the empire from Navarro, Greef found you and gave you a new purpose on your home planet. It turns out, you were a very devoted teacher. With Navarro basically being turned upside down, in a good way, it was when you had just started your new job, when a very familiar helmet and a not so familiar little creature entered your school with Greef.

You remembered the mayhem the beskar clad Mandalorian, his covert and the humongous bounty on the little ones head had caused, though you had never actually seen the creature. The Mandalorian….yes, you had seen him on Navarro a couple of times. Each time a little more or less battered and bruised when he left his razor crest with a new insane amount of bounties. You had never spoken to him, maybe he had tilted his head towards you one or two times but that could have just been your imagination. You were sure it was. There was no reason for him to look.

Now, he stood in your classroom and looked a little lost when Greef told him to leave the baby with you. His body language always fascinated you, the way it was so clear to see how he felt about the idea and all of that with no facial features to go by. You stepped in front of them and tried a reassuring smile towards his face. “He´ll be safe with me” you said softly and cooed at the little baby clad in a bag on the Mandalorian´s hip. “I promise.”

“___ is a wonderful teacher, Mando. The little one will be fine with her. Now, let´s see what we can do about that empire outpost. I want them gone for good!” With that, Greef left the school and you looked at the Mandalorian with a friendly face. His posture was still stiff and weary but now, as he turned his head to every corner of the room finally settling on you, you could have sworn you saw his head tilt a little to the side and his shoulders relax. He handed you the little one without a word and you took him into your arms carefully. His enormous eyes shining curiously up at you he made a little purring sound and grabbed the sleeve of your robe.

The Mandalorian huffed in mild surprise (was that a chuckle?) and directed his visor onto your face. You could feel your ears start to heat up. “I´ll be back for him” he said in a low, modulated voice. One as you noticed, you had never heard before. The way it was breathy and dark but also full of confidence and conviction, you could feel your body reacting to it in a way it had never done before. Now you definitely knew he noticed your flustered behaviour as you almost tripped over your words. “I´m sure you will” you squeaked a little. He nodded his head slowly, turned and left.

Whatever he was here for (and empire outpost sounded pretty serious), you hoped it would last a little longer. What for, you weren´t quite sure. You just wished it. Whished for his presence to be close for longer than a few minutes. Whished for his voice to be heard just by you, if only for a day. Shaking your head with a rapidly beating heart, you turned towards your class again, sat the little one down at a table and resumed your lesson.

It was when all the other students had left hours later, that you found yourself completely enamoured with the little green child. He was something special. You knew the moment you had to convince one of your students to give up his cookies as they time and time again appeared in front of the little one instead. Watching how he happily munched away on them you smiled to yourself and started cleaning up the children´s mess. The door to your school swished open and a panting Mandalorian stormed inside, closing the door quickly, locking it. The child shrieked excitedly when it saw him but you were actually quite worried in an instant. Walking backwards, his gaze fixed on the door and blaster ready, the Mandalorian began to look around the room and then towards you. You had grabbed the child quickly and looked at him with wide open eyes. “Backdoor?” he asked in a strained voice and you knew immediately that this was a situation in which there were no questions to be asked. He needed you to function and listen to him.

You nodded your head towards the back room where your office was and not sooner than doing that, blaster shots hit the door to your school. On instinct you pressed the child closer to your chest and turned your back towards the door. A gloved hand grabbed your elbow insistently but not harshly, pulling you toward the back room. All the while the blasters outside the door were going ballistic. You crossed your round office in a hurry. Before you could open the door to the outside however he stopped you, holding his finger to his helmet to signal you to be quiet. You nodded and held the little one a bit more secure.

“I´ll go out first. Stay here! Do not come out until I say so.” You nodded your head quickly, retreating from the door towards your desk. Well knowing what was in the top drawer. If it had to come to it, you would use it without hesitation. The hatred towards the troopers swallowing you almost whole. He slipped out the door and you locked it behind him.

You waited with bated breath, trying not to freak out the child. When you heard the commotion suddenly being right outside your office door you immediately pulled open your drawer and pulled the blaster out. You sat the child down underneath your desk signing to him to be quiet. He heard the commotion outside the room as much as you and seemed to be a little freaked out. “Stay there. Please, do not move. You´re fine, we´re fine” you tried to calm him down. The round office didn’t have any corners so you tried to make yourself as small as possible right next to the door. Ready to attack any white plastoid wearing goon coming in. You heard some high pitched whistling tones and then…nothing. Your heart was beating out of your chest when the door to your office swished open and without thinking you shot your blaster.

With a shriek from you the shot ricochet off the Mandalorian´s shoulder plate and he whipped around before you could fire another one. “Dank Farrik, I´m so sorry!! I thought…Why didn’t you say anything!!?? Oh my maker, I could have shot you!!” He stared at you quietly, or so you guessed because his head was tilted to you and he didn’t move a muscle. “D´you mind lowering that?” he said calmly and gestured to your blaster. Hurriedly you did so and made your way over to the desk. Diving under it you carefully took the little green creature into your arms again and talked to it quietly. “I´m so sorry, little one. Are you okey? No worries, now. Your dad´s here.” He rounded the desk and got close to the baby, checking him over. The little one cooing towards his guardian but nestling his head against your chest. The man huffed again. “We´re good” he said while standing straight again. “But we need to leave. Now.” You nodded and followed him through the back door and through the streets of your hometown. His ship came into view just outside the stone arch and he jogged towards the open ramp.

When you stood on its edge you halted and looked around nervously. “Where´s Greef and Kara?” you asked while he gently took the baby from you. He squirmed for a second, stretching one tiny, three fingered hand out towards you, whining. The Mandalorian halted in his movements. You could see that he was contemplating something very hard. Then he spoke in an almost caring tone. “They´re fine for now. They´ll arrive back here shortly. We,” he stuttered and sighed almost impatiently. “We need to leave.” You could hear regret in his voice. “Thank you. For protecting him.” He said it so sincerely, it made your heart kickstart. “You´re welcome. I mean…That´s my job.”

He nodded a little bit, still standing halfway up the ramp, hesitating, seemingly fighting with himself. You already knew….you already knew if he asked you to come, you would leave everything behind without thinking about it. But he didn’t ask. With his hand on the button to close the ramp he spoke again, looking at you. “Next time. Wait for us,___!” You nodded your head quickly and felt your heart break and heal itself at the same time. He wanted to come back.

With silently falling tears you watched the massive ship take off, only seconds later realising that you couldn’t remember ever having given him your name.

Months later

So many things have happened all at once it seems. He did come back but when you saw him walk into Karas office, you halted everything you were doing. He was alone. The child? Gone. Taken. The guilt rolling off of him like heavy, black smoke. Your heart broke so many times over seeing him like this, it was like stabbing yourself over and over again. This wasn´t the Mandalorian you´ve met anymore. Your blaster skills were nothing to speak of so when you begged him to take you with him, to let you help him find his child, he shook his head, looking at your tearstained face stoically.

Sobbing, you watched as he wordlessly entered Fett´s ship with Kara and left you, yet again. Only this time, he hadn’t made a promise of coming back. The man you adored left without a word, the child you missed so much was gone, in danger. Greef lay his arm across your shoulder and tried to console you as best he could.

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You´ve had it! Sleepless nights of sorrow and midday stomach cramps of worry made place for determination and indifference towards the man that didn´t want you. The one who left without a second thought, clearly seeing that you were in despair, that you worried for him and the baby and yet, still decided to not let you help. You were still a teacher in the same school with the same passion for your students as before.

However after work, you wouldn’t just visit the high magistrate and then get home, no. Once you were done listening to Greef´s boisterous bickering about being a high magistrate smiling mildly to yourself, you would leave the city on your speeder bike into the barren landscape. Barren but home, said landscape was now helping to conceal you training your aim and body. Week after week, training session after training session, your aim became better. Much better. Your strength increasing. You always told yourself you did it to protect your students from any kind of eventual danger but the truth was, Navarro was anything these days but dangerous. You were fooling yourself, you knew that. You didn’t just do it for your students. You did it because you never wanted to feel so useless and helpless in front of someone you cared about ever again. Never wanting to be left behind again because you would just be a burden.

Of course you didn’t forget him or the child. Were they alive? Were they well? Where were they? All these questions were never answered for you. And so, the worry never left your insides. Neither did your longing for him. It angered you.

Panting, you stood amongst the rubble and splintered off shards of stone your blaster had ripped off of the massive boulders in front of you. Your blaster long holstered again you walked over to your speeder bike and ripped open your water flask. Gulping down you felt droplets of sweat roll down your back. You shivered. It felt like the fingers of that dirty Twi´Lek last night when he tried to chat you up in the cantina. While wiping your forehead you mounted your bike quickly, pulled up your scarf over your mouth and nose and took off back home. You pulled up to your new, small house at the center of the city and pushed your bike out of the way. You looked around the beautiful marketplace your house was facing and held your face into the warm sun for a minute. Inhaling deeply, you enjoyed the smell of flowers and trees as well as fresh water from the fountain in front of your house instead of sewer waist and corrosion.

In the corner of your eye you caught a certain movement you weren’t used to anymore and instantly you were put into high alert. Aggressive, quick walking. You felt their menacing energy rolling over everyone they passed, making their way towards…No! Over your dead body! You started briskly walking after the group of obvious pirates that were clearly not happy about how the old bounty hunter playground had changed.

When they stopped in front of your school you immediately and unapologetically pushed yourself between them and up the four steps. Crossing your arms and standing rooted to the ground you faced them. “Can I help you fine folks with something?” you asked in a less than welcoming voice. Their leader huffed and seethed. “We came here to get a drink, girl. I suggest you move.” His hand wandered towards his hip. He was eying your own blaster clad at your thigh and seemed a bit bewildered that you had your arms still crossed over your chest, not reaching for it.

“This is a school now. Unless you want to drink some blue milk I suggest you leave without making a fuss.” Their leader rasped a dark chuckle. “School?” he asked. “You´ve got to be joking. What is Karga doing with this place?”

“He´s making it better than it ever was” you sneered offendedly. “Leave!”

“You should really watch how you talk to me, girl” the leader hissed. His yellow eyes narrowing. You saw the way his body tensed and you knew the situation became a bit more dangerous now. Very slowly you held his eyes and lowered your arms to your sides. Thumbing your blaster you waited with calming breaths. It happened in an instant.

His hand shot towards his own weapon when yours was already out ad firing. He yelped and held his injured hand, dropping his blaster. The next moment the other three were on you. One jumping up the steps and grabbing your arm. Yanking you forward and down towards his fellows. It didn´t take long. For months now you tested your limits to the max and now, you finally had the chance for an outlet of your constant worry and disappointment. With a frightening grin on your face you looked up at one of them, seeing with utter glee how he flinched away from you before you started raking havoc among them.

You were standing over them, breathing heavily, your fists still clenched. Walking backwards slowly, you watched as they got up slowly, coughing and holding various limbs with pained expressions. The leader looked at you from the ground and scrambled to get up. You didn’t flinch when he spoke in a strained voice filled with hatred. “You´ll regret this, you hear me?” You just rolled your eyes when you saw them limping away.

A small chuckle came from behind you and you immediately knew that deep voice. You turned and wanted to smile at Greef but halted in your movements immediately. You were sure you could hear your heartstrings snap. Sweat broke out on your skin for entirely different reasons than exhaustion and your blood suddenly felt like ice in your veins. Your throat tight and a lump forming, your eyes followed him as he knelt down and set the little green, squirming creature down on the ground.

Gone was the worry that had been lodged into your stomach as you saw him hurriedly making his way over to you with tiny, tiny steps. Beyond overwhelmed you fell to your knees there and then holding out your arms to the little creature all the while trying not to sob too violently. When he was only a few inches from you he stretched out his little arms and with the most beautiful little whimper, fell forward, clutching onto your trousers and burring his little face into your upper thigh.

Tears blurred your vision when the baby tried to climb into your lap and immediately you picked him up and pressed him to your neck, holding him as tightly as you would dare. For several long moments you basked in his little purring and the small touches he gave your neck and your face as you looked at him with utter happiness and relief. “Hey little one” you said with a heavy tongue. “How are you? I missed you.” The baby blinked up at your and again touched your wet cheek. You closed your eyes, breathing in deeply and trying to find the nerve to look at the beskar clad man standing close.

You didn’t have to even stand up for it. He moved into your space with confidence and knelt down in front of you. With your face heating up and a little ashamed you turned your head slightly to the side, not looking at him. He sighed deeply and you would be a liar if that modulated huff of air didn´t do something to you. But you were still angry, still hurt. He reached out and patted the baby´s head affectionately. “His name is Grogu” he simply said while trying to make you look at him. It worked. Your head whipped up so quickly you almost yelped at the sting in your muscles and stared at him and then at the child. “Grogu?” you whispered. With a little hoot he looked directly at you. You couldn’t help but grin like a maniac at this new information. “Grogu” you said again laughing and watched as the little baby looked back at the Mandalorian and then at you, blubbering happily.

You looked at him then. “Thank you…for telling me” you said sincerely. He nodded and helped you stand up with Grogu still clinging to you. Adjusting him in your arms you watched how Mando tilted his head looking at the two of you. You didn’t say anything. Somehow everything was how it used to be. He wasn´t strung like a nervous bow anymore, his desperation faded away. His boy was with him again. He seemed calmer than before. That’s probably why you felt the anger seep out of your body into the ground, disappearing. What was left was a pounding heart, bated breath and an old and yet new found pull towards him. You stepped into his space and to your surprise he let you. Although you couldn’t see his eyes or face, you knew that he looked at the two of you with utter devotion and fondness. There was something not quite outspoken yet between the two of you and you were both alright with the fact that it could wait. At least for right now. You were both where you wanted to be.

“I´m so sorry” he breathed out and you immediately shook your head, smiling kindly at him. “No, please listen” he said and lifted his hand laying it carefully to the side of your neck. Your heart almost exploding out of your chest you were sure he could feel your pulse hammering into his clothed hand.

“When they took him it was like I wasn’t there anymore. I was so hollow. In the last months, so many things happened and I will tell you everything but right now…I need you to know…I promised you something and I didn’t keep it. That´ll never happen again.” You had never heard him talk so much in your presence and stuttered out “Grogu…saving him was your priority and I understand. He matters to you.” Mando moved his hand into the back of your neck and the other one to your hip. “You matter,___!” he said with a strong voice that almost made your knees buckle. “You´ve always mattered and I was too much of a coward to see it.” He sighed again and pulled you closer to him. Grogu in your middle looking from him to you several times.

Whispering, the Mandalorian said “My name is Din Djarin and I´m an Apostate. I´m on my way to my home planet to atone and I need my family with me. All of them.” The way his voice almost broke and sounded so vulnerable you were sure that whatever he would ask of you, if you were able, you would give it to him. With a watery laugh you moved your free hand to his helmet and lay it where his cheek would be. Nodding your head quickly and laughing lightly you felt his hand on your hip tighten and slowly his helmet descended towards you.

With Grogu´s excited gurgling in your ears you closed your eyes the moment Din´s helmet touched your forehead. He pressed it a bit more firmly to your head and you pushed back, moving your head from left to right slightly. Again you could hear that modulated chuckle. It sounded so content your heart swelled thrice its size.

While the three of you were standing in front of your school, Din contently holding the two beings he cared about most in his arms, he almost kicked Greef´s ass when he began laughing.

“I always knew someday you would rid me of my most precious teacher, Mando, but tell me. How will you sweep her away in that tiny tin can of yours?” He laughed again Din turned to him, still holding onto your hip. You looked at him curiously. The razor crest was a massive ship. “What-?” you started a bit bewildered. Din looked at you as far as you could tell almost apologetically. “A lot happened Mesh´la. I´ll find a way to take you both.” Your whole body vibrating when he used the Mandalorian term of endearment.

Turning to Greef he said, “Help me out with a ship and I´ll lend you the N1 for the time being. I know you´ve been eying it.” Greef clapped his hands in triumph and yelled for some droids to organize a ship as well as his quarters for a lavish meal later. You weren´t listening to it really. You looked up at Din, his helmet already tilted to you. Grinning like an idiot you pressed a small kiss to Grogu´s fuzzy head and leaned your head on Din´s shoulder. When you felt his chest swell and his entire arm snake around your waist you knew, you were exactly where you needed to be. For yourself, for Grogu, for him. Your Din.

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Thank you very much for reading. If you want to leave a like, comment or reblog this story, I´d be very happy and my day would be made <3 I´m not sure if I should do a part 2 about this with Din removing his helmet ect. What do you think?

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My Playlist & Fanmix Masterlist

Spotify links to the fanmixes and playlists are located at the bottom of each post. If a part is listed but there is no link, that means it is coming soon!

The Hobbit / LOTR

Bagginshield - Part One * Part Two

Bagginshield: Collapse (fanfic adjacent) - Part One * Part Two * Part Three * Part Four

Fili - Part One

Hobbit Housecleaning Party - Part One

The Shire Life - Part One

The Last Of Us

Bill x Frank - Part One * Part Two

General - Part One * Part Two * Part Three * Part Four * Part Five * Part Six * Part Seven

Marvel

Bucky Barnes - Part One

Loki - Part One * Part Two * Part Three * Part Four * Part Five

Loki x Mobius - Part One * Part Two * Part Three * Part Four

Steve x Natasha - Part One

Valkyrie - Part One

Star Trek

Star Trek Prodigy - Part One

Star Trek: Voyager (Janeway x Chakotay) - Part One

Star Wars

The Bad Batch - Part One * Part Two * Part Three

Cobb Vanth - Part One * Part Two * Part Three * Part Four

Obi-Wan Kenobi - Part One * Part Two

The Mandalorian - Part One * Part Two * Part Three * Part Four * Part Five * Part Six

The Batman

The Batman - Part One * Part Two

Bruce x Selina - Part One * Part Two

TMNT

Donatello - Part One

Leonardo - Part One

Michelangelo - Part One

Raphael - Part One

Mike x Oyuki - Part One

ROTTMNT The Movie - Part One * Part Two * Part Three * Part Four

Same As It Never Was - Part One * Part Two * Part Three

Splinter & Sons - Part One * Part Two

TMNT: 2nd Time Around (fanfic adjacent) - Part One

TMNT: Passage (fanfic adjacent) - Part One

TMNT: Something Wicked (fanfic adjacent) - Part One * Part Two * Part Three

TMNT Mutant Mayhem - Part One * Part Two

Other Fandom

Ballad Of Songbirds & Snakes (Lucy x Coriolanus) - Part One

Barbie - Part One * Part Two

Goncharov - Part One * Part Two * Part Three

Sherlock (Sherlock x Molly) - Part One * Part Two * Part Three

Supernatural (Dean x Castiel) - Part One

The Sandman - Part One

Twilight (Bella x Edward) - Part One

Under The Vines (Griff x Gus) - Part One * Part Two

Misc. Non-Fandom

A Slight Apocalypse - Part One * Part Two * Part Three * Part Four * Part Five * Part Six

Not Ready To Say Goodbye - Part One

The Spooky Season - Part One * Part Two * Part Three

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remember that night?

summary | After months since he left you behind in Nevarro, Din Djarin was knocking at your shop. As always, it wasn’t anything besides business to have him come back, or so you thought.

pairing | Din Djarin x fem!Reader

warnings | SPOILERS FOR S3EP01!, tiny angst and discomfort, a lot of reminiscing about the past…

word count | 3k

author’s note | ok, so… I’m trying something out here and I hope it’s reasonable… I might continue this through the other episodes — it only depends on my inspiration and time… Anyways, I hope y’all enjoy this!! I wrote this while listening to “Remember That Night?” by Sara Keys.

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Welcome to Nevarro, independent trade anchor and Outer Rim Hyperlane port. The greeting droid said through the comms. Please state the purpose of your visit.

Din Djarin didn’t know what he felt as he prepared to land in Nevarro. The planet brought back mixed emotions to the surface, things he kept to himself during the last months and didn’t plan to relieve.

“Here to meet an old friend.” The mandalorian announced. The thought of someone else passing through his head before stating the Magistrate as the friend.

…

“Is there a problem here, Magistrate?”

Until Din decided to step into the discussion there were a lot of sharp words and hidden threats exchanged. The pirates were clearly after some trouble with the High Magistrate, but he also knew that Greef Karga was great enough at looking after himself and Nevarro. The truth was that he didn’t want to overstep or get into something if there wasn’t a clear need to.

But the conversation had gone long enough for his personal taste.

“Is there a problem here?” Greef repeated the question, this time looking to the pirates. “What do you think?”

“Not if you serve me a drink.” Vane continued to insist on the drink request — that was also not so much of a request.

“Not in my school.” The Magistrate was firm.

“You hear that, boys?” He started his dramatic number with his colleagues, making a very dramatic pause. “His school.” And finished it with a laugh at his current adversary. “You paid us for murder and mayhem inside these doors. Sounds like you went soft.”

“You think so?” He showed the gun, ready in its holder, a direct response to Vane’s threat. “Try me.”

The staring contest continued, the tension was up and everyone in the audience was waiting to see who would shoot first in that duel.

No surprise to see it was Greef Karga, the blaster falling from Vane’s hands.

“Tell Captain Gorian Shard that Nevarro is no longer friendly to pirates. Now get out of here.”

The other pirates were ready to counterstrike, turning to shoot the High Magistrate. But the mandalorian was of great help, shooting two of them while the other was taken care of by Greef. The people around the scene were tense, some even screamed with surprise, Navarro really had changed.

In the end of the confrontation Vane was standing there alone, hurt and with no back up.

“Get out of here, Vane. Now.” Greef repeated himself.

“Sure you wanna let him go?” Din was a bit worried, looking at the pirate that was already running from the scene to save his skin.

“Yes.” He nodded. “He'll let it be known that Nevarro is respectable now and not to be trifled with.”

Soon the droids were cleaning the scene up and leaving the street exactly as it was before the small struggle, just as if pirates had never touched the place.

“Yes, sir, right away.” The droid started to complete the task, running around to communicate the responsible droid squad.

“I gotta level with you, Mando. I need a marshal.” Greef confessed.

“What about Marshal Dune?”

“After she brought in Moff Gideon, she was recruited by Special Forces.”

“And what came of Gideon?” Din was curious about it.

“Ugh. He was sent off to a New Republic War Tribunal.” Yeah, that wasn’t truly the best of news but it’d do the job. “So... What do you say? Are you ready to put on the stripes and collect a healthy…”

The mandalorian’s eyes got lost somewhere along the street, a gate that was clearly very well made was open and he could have a peek inside a workshop. A new one that wasn’t there the last time. Between scattered pieces from ships and droids, tools that were high quality even with some dirt covering them from regular use, he found a familiar face.

You.

Very concentrated on the machinery placed in your working table you barely listened to the shooting outside. Din couldn’t really count the huge amount of times he called you out for that same thing.

You need to pay attention to your surroundings even when you are working inside the Crest.

That seemed like a lifetime ago. And you looked just the same from that distance.

That hurt even more,

“You'd make a very fine lawman.” Grief repeated himself.

Din picked up the conversation from where it had stopped. “Why not request one from the New Republic?”

It was going to be a hell of a discussion.

…

Life in Nevarro was quite simple after Din left.

Right, you couldn’t deny the huge hole left in your heart that had the exact shape of one mandalorian and his small green foundling. You could only sit on the sleepless nights and remember your times on the Razor Crest with them.

But did someone ever die from a broken heart? Well, maybe someone had, but not you.

You made everything work in your own way, just like you were used to doing before you crossed paths with Din Djarin. You were a damn good mechanic, that’s how you met him in the first place, so it wasn't a problem to get your own workshop to attend the region.

You had your bad days too, the competition between the mechanics in the region wasn’t that healthy and you might have used Din’s reputation to your own benefit.

All with the best of purposes.

But with the whole remodeling of Nevarro it got easier and less threatening. Being in the good graces of Greef Karga was great too, really helped with business and the prestige around the planet. You specialized your abilities in droids as well as ships, expanding your business and even getting two reasonable assistants to help you with the demand.

It was a good way to live.

Not as good as traveling around the galaxy with Din Djarin and Grogu. But reasonably good.

You could say that at least you had a story to tell, telling people you visited some planets, got into adventures, was trained in self defense by a Mandalorian and almost defeated him in a hand-in-hand because you already knew how to fight…

If you thought enough you could almost hear his laugh through the modulator from that day, the way his hands held yours and you shivered even with his and your gloves in the way.

Those were all good stories.

Bitter memories now.

So when a huge wall of beskar entered your shop you were more than surprised.

Of course, you did expect that he would eventually come back to Nevarro, given how much the place was growing as an independent trade center in the Outer Rim.

But you didn’t expect him to be right at your door.

“Din Djarin.” You said looking at his shiny helmet.

Your eyes went searching for the small green frame that was always glued to his father and you smiled to see the little guy. You missed him so much.

“Grogu, it’s very nice to see you.” You winked and he cooed at your gesture. “And what brings you here to my humble shop?”

Din continued to be silent for some time, his helmet showing he was looking around, maybe for any threats because he didn’t trust you right? Just the same man you remembered him to be.

“We need to reconstruct IG-11.” He announced and you were suddenly in a laughter crisis. “What?”

After breathing for about five times you recovered yourself. “Find another droid.” You advised. “IG-11 was destroyed.” He continued to stare at you from behind the cold helmet, until you felt the need to explain yourself. “Look, I’m not a big fan of the disposable way most people view droids these days, but he can’t be recovered. Besides, I can make you a pretty reliable droid and…”

“It’s that droid or nothing.” He was short at his answer.

“Do you even have the pieces?” You asked him.

Easily, he placed IG-11 — or what was left of him — in the top of your table. It was much more than you thought there was in the first place, but it was still far from good news.

“He has hooked up to power and we even woke him up, but we believe he defaulted to his old programming.” DIn started to explain as you examined what was left of your old friend. “He tried to attack Grogu and I had to shoot him.”

“Several times, if I may point.” You looked surprised to see the several recent blaster marks.

There wasn’t much to analyze or diagnose, the droid seemed like a lost cause. The memory circuit was broken and it would take forever to find or make a new one, as well as no promises you would recover IG-11 as he was in the moment of his death.

“We took him to the Anzellans but… I wanted your opinion.”

That was new. Din Djarin assuming he wanted you to say something about the situation? The world wasn’t the same anymore.

“I don’t believe I can fix him Din. Rebuilding a body is a piece of cake, but the memory circuit is jammed, lost actually.” YOu explained, still looking at the drawing for something more exhilarating than that. “I can’t make a new one right now and those are impossible to find these days. And if you find it, they are extremely expensive… So no IG-11 for now.” You concluded, getting away from the working desk.

“What if I find you this circuit?” He considered. “Can you fix it?”

“I’m sure I can. But, even for you, it would be a complicated mission.” You were still trying to put some sense in the head of your the mandalorian. “I’m sure a new one would be…”

“No. It’s IG-11 or nothing.” There was the stubborn man.

“What do you even need him for?” You asked, turning from the starfighter’s parts you were organizing on a shelf.

“We are going to explore Mandalore.”

It sounded even crazier than the plan of fixing IG-11.

“We? What? How’s that?”

“Me and Grogu.” He detailed. “I need to find the living waters under the mines of Mandalore. Because of… Mandalorian reasons.”

“Oh, I see.” You understood he didn’t want to tell what that s=was about, so all you did was hide the little it hurt you. “If you bring me that piece I can fix it, but just know that you don’t deserve it.”

“I’ll be leaving in the morning to find it.”

That was the last thing he said before exiting your shop and leaving you behind with your work. You were going to need some alcohol after that interaction, you thought as you just hoped for the day to end sooner.

…

One thing that came with all the change in Nevarro was the nightlife. Of course the bars were still filled, but the patrons had changed from pirates to different types of trades and merchants. So when you chose a random bar on your way home it was less crowded than it’d been a couple months ago, a bit calmer too.

You didn’t need calm.

In a matter of seconds your usual drink was in your hand and you account missing a few credits.

You just wanted to forget that Din was in town, that you had seen him, talked to him and offered your help with IG-11. That was such a terrible idea even for you. You heard him call your name and it was like a sign to down the cup in one gulp.

Kriffing hell, you were even imagining his voice? Maybe it wasn’t such a good idea to drink after the encounter…

But it happened again and you turned to look, already cursing yourself for the insanity of it.

And there he was.

“What are you doing here?” Was the first thing you could think to ask.

“Gathering information.”

“Okay. There are other seats in the bar though…” You pointed to the area in the back filled with empty chairs.

Din didn't answer. Instead you ordered another drink and he rushed you to pay for that, leaving some credits on the counter.

“I don’t want you to pay for my stuff.” You warned him without looking at his face. “Don’t want to owe you a single credit, Djarin.”

“Well, I believe I owe you, am I wrong?”

It was time for you to stay in silence. He did owe you, not in a monetary way though, it was more about the time you wasted though you had something.

And that’s how, after several months of distance and no interactions, you found yourself drinking— and by drinking you meant you sipping on a suspicious alcohol and staring back at that huge wall of beskar — in the company of Din Djarin. It could’ve been the very same bar in Nevarro if it wasn’t for Greef Karga’s remodeling of the place.

“I saw you got the kid back.” You tried to start some conversation between the two of you.

“After I completed the mission he found his way back to me.” He explained in such a shallow way you don’t even try to extract more of it.

You wouldn’t try to make a grown ass man talk to you. At least those two were together again, it was easy to remember how the mandalorian was without the little green friend.

That could’ve been a little push towards that fucking night he just disappeared.

You remembered how vague he was with explaining his new mission, and tried one more time to talk to the man, more out of curiosity than the pleasantness of the conversation. “What is the truth about that whole Mandalore thing?”

“I need to bathe in the living waters under the mines of Mandalore. Because I removed my helmet and I am no longer a mandalorian.”

“So, sort of a redemption?”

He nodded and your eyes found the wall behind him.

Silence again.

If you closed your eyes you could pretend it seemed so much like those late nights inside the Crest. You’d sit side by side and just stay there enjoying the presence of each other — or at least that was what you thought you were doing.

Now you were just trying to not lash out on him, trying to be the bigger person and ignore the past for a second. You could come back to hating him after he left again, even if you never managed to hate him properly how you should.

If you maintained the good behavior you could at least have some more time with Grogu, who you missed even more than the mandalorian.

“Thank you for your help.” He said.

“It’s going to cost you.” You reminded him. “I don’t work for free. Only with a small exception for family.”

That word loomed above you two, weighing more than a whole spaceship. Your old spaceship.

And just as if he was reading your mind he talked a few more words. “There’s no space in the starfighter.”

Your heart skipped a beat. “What happened to the Razor Crest?”

“It’s a long story.” Din told you, adjusting himself in the bar’s stool. “But it doesn’t exist anymore.”

It was just one more thing into that pile of wreckage that was your relation with Din Djarin — if you could even call it that. You knew already you were a fool to expect that it could all be some sort of misunderstanding, a terrible joke the universe was playing on you, but it was real life.

The mandalorian was just a huge jerk.

“There’s no space in the starfighter.” He repeated himself, more serious this time as if that was possible.

“Oh, I see.” It was your turn to be blank and right to the point. “Believe me, I do. So, if this isn’t some catching up with friends what is it?”

“I—” It wasn’t the first time you saw the mandalorian falther to answer something, but was one of the few of those.

“Why are you here, Din?” You spat it before he could continue. “Why did you really come here tonight? Shouldn’t you be preparing to find that goddamn piece?”

“That’s just what I’m doing.”

“You know Din, there’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you.” The alcohol was giving you a bit more courage and that was all you needed to do what you wanted and dreaded for those last months. “Why did you kiss me that day?”

The mandalorian was mute to your question, not a word or a move slipped out of his armor and you decided you were best by yourself trying to heal from something you had imagined.

“Well, I guess this explains a lot.”

You got up from the stool you were sitting and downed the rest of your drink in one large sip. Turning to go out the cantina, you stopped in your tracks once more, just to ask Din one more thing.

“Just one thing.” You were a bit more loud with those words. Nothing that would turn looks towards you but just enough to prove a point. “What the fuck was I to you this whole time we travelled around?”

“You were my mechanic.” It was like default words, like he was a droid programmed to say. “The Razor Crest was a huge job for someone to do it alone.”

What were you expecting anyways?

“I’m going to reassign the job to the Anzellans. They are better with lost causes anyway. And reliable to hire.” You warned him, with a tip in the end because you just couldn’t help yourself. “Goodbye, Din Djarin. I… Don’t show up anymore, ok? It’s just too hard to see Grogu if I can’t spend time with him.” You whispered the last part, walking towards the door and, later, to your room in the back of the shop.

The streets were not too crowded, it was working days anyway so not many people were drowning themselves in drinks or the nightclubs around town. You walked slowly, trying to postpone the moment where you’d lay your head on the pillow and have deep reflections slipping inside your head with no invitation.

At least you knew he wouldn’t stay too long in town.

Right?

#asgardwinter writes #din djarin x reader #din djarin x female reader #din djarin x you #the mandalorian reader insert #mando x reader #din djarin angst #mando x you #star wars reader insert

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Rules / About Me - Masterlist - Media / Characters I Write For

My Writing Masterlist

Media included : MARVEL, TEENAGE MUTANT NINJA TURTLES, MORTAL KOMBAT, DETECTIVE COMICS, STAR WARS, NIX HYDRA, HOYOVERSE, AVATAR THE LAST AIRBENDER, TOLKIEN, OVERWATCH, APEX LEGENDS, THE DRAGON PRINCE, STARDEW VALLEY, TROLLS, OBEY ME SHALL WE DATE, AVATAR, SEDUCE ME THE OTOME, LACKADIASY, BALDUR'S GATE 3, DEAD POETS SOCIETY, LEGO MONKIE KID, THE CHRONICLES OF NARNIA, KNIVES OUT, LEGO NINJAGO, THE SCHOOL FOR GOOD AND EVIL, HELLBOY.

Note(s) : I'm going to be putting all the writing I've done in one Masterlist! I hope the links all work (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧

MARVEL -

Sam Raimi's Spider-Man -

Nothing here...

The Spectacular Spider-Man -

The Sinister Six Find Out Spider-Man Is Peter Parker - Part 1

Ultimate Spider-Man -

Nothing here...

The Amazing Spider-Man -

Nothing here...

Marvel Cinematic Universe Spider-Man -

Nothing here...

Marvel's Spider-Man 1 / 2 and Miles Morales -

How Would The Spider-Men Be With a Horror Movie Night Headcanons + Oneshot

How Would They Be If Their S/O Loves Halloween Headcanons

Black Cat kissing her S/O

Spider-Man : Into / Across The Spider-Verse -

Spider-Man Into / Across The Spider-Verse Gwen Stacy Headcanons

Ben Reilly X Gender Neutral Reader Dating Headcanons

X-Men: The Animated Series / '97

Nothing here...

X-Men : Evolution -

The Brotherhood X gender neutral crush

Fox X-Men Movies -

Nothing here...

Wolverine and The X-Men -

Nothing here...

Fantastic Four 2005 / 2007 -

Nothing here...

TEENAGE MUTANT NINJA TURTLES -

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles 2003 -

Nothing here...

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles 2007 -

Nothing here...

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles 2012 -

TMNT 2012 X AFAB Gender Neutral Reader On Their Period Headcanons

Bayverse Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles -

Leonardo X Fem Reader Who's Short and Busty

Rise Of The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles -

Nothing here...

Mutant Mayhem

TMNT Mutant Mayhem X Gender Neutral Reader Dating Headcanons

MORTAL KOMBAT -

Mortal Kombat X -

What Type Of Cards Against Humanity Players Would The Mortal Kombat X Kast Be Headcanons

Mortal Kombat 11 -

How Would They Be If Their S/O Loves Halloween Headcanons

Mortal Kombat 2021 Movie -

Champions With a Platonic Child Reader Headcanons

Mortal Kombat 1 / 12 -

Tomas Vrbada / Smoke Friendship Headcanons

Syzoth / Reptile Friendship Headcanons

Bi-Han / Sub-Zero X Boyfriend Reader Who's His Childhood Friend

Johnny Cage X Gender Neutral Popstar Reader Intros

MK1 X Gender Neutral Spider-Man Reader Intros

MK1 X Gender Neutral Venom Symbiote Spider-Man Reader Intros

DETECTIVE COMICS -

Young Justice / Green Lantern : The Animated Series -

Young Justice With a Gender Neutral Reader Who Accidentally Sneaks Up On Them Headcanons

How Would They Be If Their S/O Loves Halloween Headcanons

Gotham -

Nothing here...

Titans -

Nothing here...

Gotham Knights -

Nothing here...

STAR WARS -

Prequels / The Clone Wars / The Bad Batch -

Nothing here...

Originals / Rebels / The Mandalorian -

Nothing here...

Sequels -

Nothing here...

NIX HYDRA -

The Arcana -

Nothing here...

Last Legacy -

Nothing here...

Monster Manor -

Nothing here...

HOYOVERSE -

Genshin Impact -

Genshin Impact Platonic and Romantic Headcanons

Honkai Star Rail -

Nothing here...

AVATAR : THE LAST AIRBENDER -

Legend Of Aang -

Nothing here...

Legend Of Korra -

Nothing here...

TOLKIEN -

The Lord Of The Rings -

LOTR With a Platonic Child Reader From Our World Headcanons

The Hobbit -

Nothing here...

OVERWATCH -

Nothing here...

APEX LEGENDS -

Nothing here...

THE DRAGON PRINCE -

Nothing here...

STARDEW VALLEY -

Nothing here...

TROLLS -

Nothing here...

OBEY ME : SHALL WE DATE -

Nothing here...

JAMES CAMERON'S AVATAR / AVATAR : THE WAY OF WATER -

AVATAR 2009 X Human Gender Neutral Reader Who Adores Christmas Headcanons

AVATAR : WAY OF WATER Headcanons

AVATAR : WAY OF WATER With a Moth From Sky Children Of The Light - Prologue - Part 1 - Part 1.2 - DISCONTINUED.

Rotxo X Metkayina X Gender Neutral Reader

Angst AVATAR : WAY OF WATER Headcanons

AVATAR : WAY OF WATER X Human Gender Neutral S/O Who Has Psoriasis Headcanons

SEDUCE ME THE OTOME -

Nothing here...

LACKADAISY -

Rocky Rickaby X Gender Neutral Reader Who Awkwardly Confesses To Him

Lackadaisy With a Teen Gender Neutral Reader Who Wants To Be Apart Of Lackadaisy Headcanons

Child Rocky Rickaby X Child Gender Neutral Reader

Rocky Rickaby X Gender Neutral Reader Dating Headcanons

Mordecai Heller X Gender Neutral Reader Dating Headcanons

BALDUR'S GATE 3 -

Dammon, Rolan and Zevlor If Their Gender Neutral Crush Accidentally Confesses To Him Headcanons

DEAD POETS SOCIETY -

Nothing here...

LEGO MONKIE KID -

Macaque X Gender Neutral Reader With Umbrakinesis Headcanons

THE CHRONICLE'S OF NARNIA -

Nothing here...

KNIVES OUT -

Nothing here...

THE SCHOOL FOR GOOD AND EVIL -

Hort X Gender Neutral Reader Who Has a Relationship With Him Like Morticia and Gomez Addams Headcanons

Hort Of Bloodbrook x Gender Neutral Reader Dating Headcanons

Hester X Gender Neutral Reader Dating Headcanons

LEGO NINJAGO -

HELLBOY -

Nothing here...

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There'll be peace when you are done.

So, how's everyone doing after that The Last of Us finale? Good? Good. The Winchesters finale also was a doozy—we hope Jensen Ackles had fun. The third episode of Helluva Boss' second season is here and fans let out a lot of "oohs". Game Changer did an escape room, perhaps their most chaotic episode yet. People uplifted and celebrated all women on International Women's Day. We got our first look at the upcoming Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: Mutant Mayhem film—it's good to see the boys again. Everything Everywhere All at Once continues to sweep awards season with Michelle Yeoh winning best actress at the Oscars, the first time an Asian woman has done so. Finally, folks are gearing up to celebrate the stabbiest day of the year. That's right, it's almost the Ides of March. This is Tumblr's Week in Review.

The Last of Us

The Winchesters

Pedro Pascal

9-1-1

Helluva Boss

The Ides of March

Shadow and Bone

Critical Role

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

The Mandalorian

Joel Miller | The Last of Us

Buddy Daddies

Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

The 95th Academy Awards

Artists on Tumblr

Ellie Williams | The Last of Us

Game Changer

International Women's Day

My Chemical Romance

Bella Ramsey

#week in review #03/13/2023 #the winchesters

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Clan of Three (Book 3) Chapter Two

Father Figure! Mandalorian/Din Djarin x Teen! Reader

Chapter Two: The Scraps

Summary: (Y/N) and Mando fight pirates, can't get the droid they want, and talk to Bo-Katan. ((Y/N) gets disappointed by Bo-Katan)

Hands on their blasters, Mando and (Y/N) followed Karga through the streets of Nevarro to where a group of pirates were gathered around the schoolhouse, causing a disruption as they yelled at the civilians trying to go about their business. Grogu whined as he saw them from his cradle.

“Get out of my way, or I’ll split your circuits!” threatened a pirate, glaring at the droid teacher, who stood in the entrance of the school to keep them from entering.

“Oh my stars!” exclaimed the droid, raising its hands as a blaster was pointed at them.

“Stand aside, droid, don’t you know who we are?” sneered a pirate.

“Come on, Vane,” said Karga, stepping in before the situation got worse. “That’ll be enough of that.”

“Greef Karga, my old friend!” said Vane, grinning cruelly. “I knew you wouldn’t insult us! Come, join us for a drink!”

“Yeah,” clamored the rest of the pirate crew.

“Let’s continue this conversation back at my office,” said Karga, attempting to diffuse the situation. “This, this is a school.”

“Well, that explains why she wouldn’t let me inside,” said Vane, gesturing to the droid teacher. “I forgot, it was your cut of the boss’s treasure that built this saloon.”

“Pirate King Gorian Shard’s name is familiar to all in this sector,” said Karga evenly. “Come, join me for a drink back at my office. We’ll toast to your captain.”

“We drink here,” said Vane coldly.

“That is a school now,” said Karga firmly.

“I say it’s still a bar,” hissed Vane. “Now, bring us a drink.”

“Is there a problem here, Magistrate?” said Mando coolly.

“Is there a problem here?” said Karga, challenging Vane. “What do you think?”

“Not if you serve me a drink,” said Vane.

“Not in my school,” said Karga.

“His school.” Vane and his men blocked the street, the belts with gleaming blasters shining in the sun. “You paid us for murder and mayhem inside these doors. Sounds like you went soft.” His hand went to his blaster, and (Y/N)”s hand went to theirs.

“You think so?” Karga stood firm as he brushed back his robes to display his own blaster. “Try me.”

Vane chuckled, and tension hung over the group. Suddenly, he drew his blaster. Karga was faster and shot his hand before he could fire. It was a clear warning to Vane.

“Tell Captain Gorian Shard that Nevarro is no longer friendly to pirates,” said Karga. “Now get outta here.”

Vane backed up, but his men went for their blasters. Mando and (Y/N) reacted faster, and they shot down the four men, leaving Vane alone in the street.

“Get out of here, Vane. Now,” said Karga. Vane obeyed and ran.

“Sure you wanna let him go?” asked Mando.

“He’ll let it be known that Nevarro is respectable now and not to be trifled with,” said Karga. He turned to his droid. “Have the service droids scrub up out here.”

“Yes, sir, right away,” said the droid.

Karga sighed as they turned back to the square. “I gotta level with you, Mando. I need a Marshal.”

“What happened to Cara?” asked (Y/N).

“After she brought in Moff Gideon, she was recruited by Special Forces,” said Karga.

(Y/N) narrowed their eyes. “What about Gideon?”

“Ugh. He was sent off to a New Republic War Tribunal,” said Karga. “So, Mando…What do you say? You ready to put on the stripes and collect a healthy stipend? You’d make a very fine lawman.”

“Why not request one from the New Republic?” asked Mando.

Karga tsked. “The last thing we intend is to bow down to yet another far-off bureaucracy. No, under my watch, Nevarro will become the first truly independent trade anchor in this entire sector.”

“I can’t serve as your Marshal,” said Mando.

Karga sighed before raising his hands in mock-surrender. “I didn’t know you were here on business.” He chuckled. “What can we provide?”

Mando pointed to IG-11. “I need him back.”

Karga laughed. “IG-11 was destroyed on the lava river. This is just a statue.”

“Those are his parts, right?” asked (Y/N).

“What’s left of ‘em,” said Karga, shrugging. “We were lucky to recover any of his parts after he self-destructed.”

“I need a droid I can trust to help us explore Mandalore, and he’s that droid,” said Mando.

“Mando, we’ve got plenty of droids around here, we’ll find you one. I guarantee it,” said Karga.

“Let me give it a shot,” said Mando.

Karga shrugged. “Alright.” He turned to his droid. “Grab some help and pull down the top half.”

In Karga’s office, Mando began working on the remains of IG-11 on the table. (Y/N) handed him tools and quietly watched with Grogu. Sparks flew, but he seemed to be making progress.

“There,” he said. “He’s hooked up to power. Let’s see if we can wake him up.” He reached out and fiddled with two more wires.

Grogu, standing on the table, leaned over curiously with (Y/N) right behind him. Mando sighed as nothing happened and shook his head. (Y/N) perked up as IG’s fingers twitched. Next, his eyes lit up. He slowly sat up, even without his legs, and faced the group.

Karga laughed. “There you go!”

“Subparagraph sixteen-teen-teen.” IG’s voice glitched and distorted as he spoke. “…of the Bondsman Guild protocol waiver…Immediately produce said…”

Grogu cooed and waved at IG.

He saw (Y/N) and Grogu, and something activated. “The bounties are mine. Assets to be terminated.”

IG shot out a hand, and Mando grabbed Grogu and pulled (Y/N) back. The droid was a bounty hunter again, no training from Kuiil in its code after death. It lunged after them, and Mando drew his blaster, keeping Grogu and (Y/N) protectively close and behind him.

“Terminate assets. Terminate assets,” repeated IG as he dragged himself towards them with his one remaining arm. The blaster fire from Mando wasn’t stopping him. It grabbed (Y/N)’s ankle, and they jumped away.

“Greef!” said Mando, and he tossed Grogu to the Magistrate and pulled (Y/N) back away.

“Terminate asset!” repeated IG as it grabbed at (Y/N), and they kicked at it, not wanting to get closer.

Mando shot at it, and IG pushed himself away. Karga’s droid pushed over a bust of Karga, and the statue landed on IG, crushing its head. IG stopped moving, and the group breathed a sigh of relief.

“Now that’s using your head,” said Mando, and (Y/N) snorted. “I think he defaulted to his old programming.”

“You think?” said Karga. Grogu cooed in agreement. Karga nodded.

His droid spoke up. “Might I suggest taking the parts to some smiths?”

Karga nodded. “Maybe some professional will make it…not want to kill us.”

“That’s too big a job for you to do by yourself,” said Karga as he walked beside Mando and (Y/N). Mando pushed a cart filled with Ig’s parts, and Grogu happily rode within. “Fortunately, Nevarro has attracted the best droidsmiths of the Outer Rim. They’ll have IG back to his old self in no time.”

“Are you sure they’re up to it?” asked Mando. “I don’t think I can handle him with all of his limbs if things go scud.”

“Why don’t you ask ‘em for yourself?” suggested Karga, gesturing to the little door before them as a small alien waved at them.

Grogu sized, thought (Y/N).

“The Anzellans are fine droidsmiths,” said Karga.

“What do you want?” asked the Anzellan in a thick dialect. Grogu saw him and cooed happily, excited to see someone his size.

“Would you take a look at this droid, my friend?” asked Karga.

The Anzellan glanced at the cart and gestured for them to load the parts in. Karga waited outside, but (Y/N) and Mando hunched over to fit within the workspace. Grogu happily walked about in a room made to fit him. Many Anzellans joined the first in looking over the scraps of IG, poking and prodding and examining each wire. They spoke in rapid Anzellan, and Mando and (Y/N) looked at each other. They had no idea what was going on, but (Y/N) sensed it wasn’t going to be good news.

Sure enough, the Anzellan in charge sighed in disappointment and shook his head. “No. Can’t fix. No. No, no. Broken.”

“Uh…okay,” said Mando.

“The broken. It broke,” said the Anzellan. Unfortunately, he didn’t know enough Basic to explain the entire issue.

“I don’t understand. Do you speak Huttese?” asked Mando.

(Y/N) didn’t even bother asking about Ushti, such a small planet that no one but Ushti themselves spoke the language.

“Mando, he said he can’t fix it,” translated Karga, crouching by the door.

“That’s no good. I need this one. This one is my friend,” said Mando.

“It’s not friend anymore,” managed the Anzellan. “Memory circuit broken.”

“He says the memory circuit is shot,” said Karga.

“No more,” said the Anzellan.

“Well, put in a new one,” said Mando.

“No, no, no, no. Not work,” said the Anzellan. “Don’t make a new one. Very hard to find.”

“He said they don’t make ‘em anymore. They’re very hard to find,” said Karag.

“We got it,” said (Y/N).

“Buy new droid,” said the Anzellan. “This one poodoo.”

“He says you should get a new one,” said Karga.

Mando leveled a look at Karga, clear even through the helmet. He had understood. “Can you fix it without the memory circuit?”

“Yes, but IG no think,” said the Anzellan.

“What if we find the part?” asked (Y/N). Their group went on plenty of sidequests, so it was a possibility.

“Okay, now. Then no problem. We fix,” said the Anzellan.

“If you can get a new part, he says he can fix it,” said Karga.

Mando gave another look at Karga, and in the split second he looked away, Grogu grabbed the Anzellan and hugged him tightly.

“No, no, no, no!” repeated the Anzellan.

“Grogu, no,” said Mando, trying to grab Grogu across the table. “He’s not a pet.”

“No squeezie. Not squeeze!” said the Anzellan. Mando lifted him away from Grogu and put him down. “Not squeeze. Bad baby!”

“Sorry about that. He’s young,” said Mando.

(Y/N) smothered a laugh at Grogu’s disappointed expression. He looked at them and babbled in confusion. “Sorry, buddy. No squeeze.”

“We hope to see you soon,” said Karga as Grogu, (Y/N), and Mando clambered into the N-1 starfighter to depart Nevarro.

“Keep IG-11 safe until we get back with that part,” said Mando.

“If the Anzellans can’t find it, I don’t know who can,” said Karga. Mando just responded with a nod, and (Y/N) shrugged. “Safe travels.” He stepped back as the ship powered up. In another moment, the starfighter was lifting into the sky and out of Nevarro’s atmosphere.

“Being a Mandalorian’s not just about learning how to fight, you also have to know how to navigate the galaxy because you never know where you might be headed next,” said Mando.

Grogu sat on (Y/N)’s lap, and they were both leaning around the seat to watch Mando fly. These were the moments they really felt like a Clan. Mando was teaching them how to be a true Mandalorian, and although he never pushed the identity onto either Grogu or (Y/N), they both enjoyed the lessons, feeling closer to him. Not to mention, both didn’t mind being considered Mandalorian. For (Y/N), it was a more complicated feeling of having multiple identities that wanted to coexist, but that didn’t stop their heart from warming as Mando taught them more.

“This here is your hyperspace map,” said Mando. “You determine your range by looking at your fuel gauge. And this—” the next viewscreen began beeping.

“Let me guess, enemies?” asked (Y/N).

“Yeah, enemy proximity warning indicator,” said Mando. “Hang on, we’ve got pirates.” Three ships appeared behind them.

“Oh, we can get rid of Vane,” said (Y/N), grinning wildly.

“Avast, Mandalorian, Ushti,” said Vane across the radio. “You can’t just sneak away after cuttin’ down four of my brothers in cold blood. We’re Pirate King Gorian Shard’s men, now you’ll answer to him!”

“Gorian Shard should stick to hijacking and ransoming,” said Mando and promptly engaged the thrusters to fly forward into the asteroid belt.

Grogu squealed as Mando evasively maneuvered through the asteroid belt as the pirates chased them. He excitedly put his hands in the air, and (Y/N) grinned as they spun through the air. That was until the scanner beeped again and three more ships appeared. They had a feeling they were heading into a trap. Mando spun through more asteroids to avoid the oncoming ships.

“Buir, they’re putting us in a corner,” said (Y/N) as the Force hummed in warning. “Be ready.”

Mando nodded, trusting their instincts. He flew around an asteroid and shot down a ship before continuing on. The other five converged on the N-1 as it continued on, firing all the while. They dropped behind a large asteroid, and as a ship passed, Mando fired, taking the pirate down. Four left as the N-1 flew out once more. The smaller craft had the maneuverability to dance around and destroyed a third pirate, spinning to create a small target to hit. As the three remaining pirates joined up to hunt the Mandalorian and Ushti together, Mando flew up behind them. With a solid shot, another ship exploded.

Now the pirates were on the defensive, trying to fly ahead of the N-1 and avoid its firing. Unfortunately, they lacked the maneuverability and skill compared to Mando, and another pirate went down, careening into an asteroid. It was just Vane left as they flew towards the edge of the asteroid field.

“Still have that feeling?” asked Mando.

“Yeah,” said (Y/N), and Mando nodded. He’d be prepared.

True to (Y/N)’s sensing, the N-1 rounded an asteroid and flew out in front of a cruiser. It was undoubtedly the Pirate King Gorian Shard’s. Vane’s ship flew to safety as Mando hovered before the cruiser as it rolled out its powerful ion cannons.

“They have a target lock on us,” muttered Mando. He’d need to be quick to get them out.

“Stop where you are, Mandalorian, Ushti,” said the Pirate King Gorian Shard over the radio. “You’re outgunned.”

“We have no quarrel with you, Gorian Shard,” said Mando.

“Ha! What a kind sentiment from two people who just destroyed four of my fighters!” cried Shard. “Surrender your ship, and I will spare your life!”

No, you’ll kill us, thought (Y/N), rolling their eyes.

“(Y/N), what do we say to that?” asked Mando.

“Never trust a pirate,” said (Y/N).

Mando smirked proudly beneath his helmet. “Exactly.” He flicked a button, and the N-1 jumped into hyperspace in a moment.

They only came out of hyperspace above a planet of a combination of woods, mountains, and oceans.

“Where are we?” asked (Y/N).

“This is Kalevala,” said Mando. “It’s a planet in the Mandalorian system.” They began their descent towards what could only be described as a castle. “And that is a Mandalorian castle.”

(Y/N) looked down, and their mind flashed back to their vision with Mandalore the Great. They had seen Mandalore at its prime, and this castle was a clear symbol of the past, the architecture a miniaturized version of the edifices on Mandalore.

(Y/N) recovered from the memory and asked quickly, “Is Bo-Katan here?”

Mando nodded as they touched down. The three of them disembarked from the N-1 and walked towards the castle entrance. Grogu cooed from where he floated beside them as they approached a tall droid. It was silent as they walked by, seeing no threat as it scanned them.

Mando led them into a long hall of grey stone. Banners of House Kryze hung from various pillars, but the entire castle seemed dead, uninhabited. Even Bo-Katan, who should appear proud and self-assured, especially atop an ornate throne, appeared despondent as the group approached. She watched (Y/N), Mando, and Grogu in cold silence as they arrived at the bottom of her dais.

“Bo-Katan. It is Din Djarin,” said Mando.

“And (Y/N),” said the Ushti.

“I am here to join you,” said Mando.

(Y/N) understood the idea. Bo-Katan spoke of retaking Mandalore, and going with a group if they couldn’t go with IG would make it safer to find the Living Waters so that Mando could be redeemed.

“There’s nothing left to join,” said Bo-Katan.

“What of your plans to retake Mandalore?” asked Mando.

“When I returned without the Darksaber, my forces melted away,” said Bo-Katan.

(Y/N) was distinctly aware that they and Mando had beaten Gideon, therefore not allowing Bo-Katan to win the Darksaber.

“Where is the stolen fleet?” asked (Y/N).

“Making their way through the galaxy as mercenaries,” replied Bo-Katan. Her tone didn’t deviate from passive despondency, dulled from loneliness and broken dreams. “Do you, Din Djarin, still have the saber?”

“I do,” admitted Mando.

“Then you lead them,” said Bo-Katan. “Wave that thing around, and they’ll do whatever you say.”

Mando’s shoulders slumped in frustration as another lead was buried. “So you gave up your designs to retake Mandalore?”

“Your cult gave up on Mandalore long before the Purge,” retorted Bo-Katan, struggling to keep her tone at all civilized. “Where were you then? The Children of the Watch and all the factions that came before fractured and shattered our people.”

“The Jedi and Mandalorians have lost who they were. Neither should repeat the mistakes of the past.”

Mandalore the Great had warned (Y/N) that the Mandalorians had been destroyed by their people fracturing and not accepting one another. Bo-Katan’s accusations that Mando’s covert betrayed Mandalore and Mando’s inability to completely accept Bo-Katan as a Mandalorian without a helmet were examples of how the Mandalorians needed to avoid those differences destroying them again.

(Y/N) had a strange feeling weight on them as they realized how things were coming full circle. The Force hummed, and they were distinctly aware of the Darksaber somehow lightly whispering even though it was deactivated. Both seemed aware of something that (Y/N), Grogu, Mando, and Bo-Katan were not yet.

“Go home,” said Bo-Katan. “There’s nothing left.”

“I am going to Mandalore so that I may bathe in the Living Waters and be forgiven for my transgressions,” said Mando with calm determination.

“You are a fool,” said Bo-Katan. “There’s nothing magic about the mines of Mandalore. They supplied beskar ore to our ancestors, and the rest is superstition. The planet has been ravaged, plundered, and poisoned.”

“You said that the curse was a lie,” said Mando. “Make up your mind.”

“If you want to go to the mines, be my guest,” said Bo-Katan. “They’re beneath the civic center in the city of Sundari.”

“Thank you,” said Mando. “And I will find out if the plant is really poisoned.” He turned and walked away, Grogu floating with them.

“Goodbye, Din Djarin, (Y/N),” said Bo-Katan simply.

(Y/N) paused before they left and looked up at Bo-Katan. “You want to lead the Mandalorians back to honor and respect. Don’t repeat the mistakes of the past.” They turned and left, leaving the words of Mandalore the Great behind them.

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precedex-files · 3 months

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Thanks to @sagan-starstuff for the tag! My big new year's resolution this year was to read more, so this is apropos.

Currently reading:

For fun: just finished Micro by Michael Crichton, will dig into The X-Files Book of the Unexplained Volume 1 next

Nonfiction: Bellevue: Three Centuries of Medicine and Mayhem at America's Most Storied Hospital by David Oshinsky. This is a book I started years ago, but I really need to finish it. I trained at Bellevue so it holds a special place in my heart, but I couldn't finish it while I was working there. I didn't also want to spend my free time in the same place, I guess lol. Now that I am away it should be easier to get through

Reading for work: nothing at the moment, but I need read a ton of CME's this year to maintain my certification...yay...

Currently watching: The X-Files, doing a full rewatch for the first time. I am on season 9, which is depressing and I miss Mulder. I am ready to jump right back in at the beginning when I'm done hahahaha. Also, rewatching the Lone Gunmen. Watching for the first time: Californication (just about to start season 2), Behind the Attraction, Community (season 1 at the moment). Reruns of the Simpsons and Bluey always.

Shows on the docket: Bad Batch season 3, Avatar the Last Airbender live action, Aquarius, The Fall, Millennium

Currently obsessed with: The X-Files, David Duchovny, Bluey (how I wish could visit Australia right now and see the Hammerbarn promotion and pick up a new husband, by that I mean a Hecuba gnome), improving my digital photo and video editing skills, U2, Baymax, the Mandalorian, Disney Parks, learning DJ basics, NYC (always)

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talas-first-lady · 3 months

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I badly need to switch it up and write something other than Legends before I lose my mind, but also Legends is so easy because I am so saturated with their voices and anyone else takes actual work.

Anyway I'm going back through my watch history/brain to see what I've watched/rewatched in the past year and I'm going to put them here and if anyone has requests, do the thing. (these are just the scripted things and don't include a whole bunch of Disney movies)

Ahsoka

Barbie movie

Big Hero 6 (movie, series, & Baymax!)

Blockbuster

Dead Ringers

Disenchantment

The Dragon Prince

Good Omens

Hilda

Lockwood & Co

The Mandalorian

The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel

The Muppets Mayhem

NCIS: Sydney

Never Have I Ever

NImona

Pokemon Concierge

Polite Society

Rainbow High

Supergirl

Ugly Betty

Workin Moms

Wynonna Earp

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ssuperficialspacecadett · 2 years

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What Do You Dream About?

Chapter Eight of the One Condition Series | Chapter Nine

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 5.5K

TW: Abuse is mentioned in the flashback.

Summary: Mando reflects on how you spend your time in The Crest when he is off hunting.

Notes: Another week from hell unfortunately. Posting today was the only thing that got me through it tbh. I hope everyone enjoys (:

Cyar'ika: darling, beloved, sweetheart Pronunciation: shar-EE-kah — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — —

Mando wakes up a few hours after the two of you had passed out from the second round. He is disoriented at first given the fact that he really has no idea what time of day it is. He knows he got back to The Crest yesterday just after the sun had set on Corellia, but beyond that time seemed to not exist. Time seems to do that a lot when he fucks you, when he is talking to you, or when he is just around you. He finds he doesn’t mind, it is nice to simply exist in nothingness with another person. He has been on a strict schedule his whole life. First training to be a Mandalorian from a foundling and now using that training to work for The Guild. He knows it's not Karga specifically that wants him to return as fast as he can, but he knows that if he doesn't then all of the good pucks will be gone. He knows he should be getting up. He didn’t have the strength to set the nav for the next planet last night so he is already a day behind schedule.

As if you could sense the storm of thoughts brewing in his mind you nuzzle your body closer to his chest. A wave of calmness cascades over him and, at least for the time being, quells his anxiety. He can feel the tiny breaths that puff out of your nose on his skin and your lips graze over him whenever you exhale. Goosebumps flood his body at the combined feelings. What have you done to him? He pulls your body closer. He just wants to feel you. Even in sleep your body shifts with him naturally. It makes his heart yearn and it scares him. He has spent so long alone and filling his time with work that he almost forgot how lovely it felt to be bathed in the warm light of someone else. But this has to be temporary, right?

You're only here with him now because you need him for a job. What is to keep you here when he finally finishes that job? Why would someone as beautiful as you willingly stay locked aboard a ship with a man that has to be twice your age and his rambunctious, green, adopted child? That would be like depriving a planet of its sun; a sun that he selfishly wants to keep all to himself. You’re young and have so much life left to live. It would be wrong to ask you to stay here.. You have become more than his employer in the months he has known you. You have become his source of entertainment, his helper around The Crest, his son’s babysitter, his escape in the night, his pretty thing, and his cyar'ika. Fuck. He knows he is in deep now with the way he is using Mando’a to describe you. Oh Maker.

As much as he loves the feeling of being tangled in your sleep filled body he knows it can’t last. His better judgment takes over and gives him the motivation to get up. Moving you off of him proves to be a more difficult task than rewiring anything on his ship. Whenever he tries to move his arm out from under your head you lightly cry out. He freezes and waits until you settle and then he tries again. It is as if not being attached to him allows your nightmares to come back. His body acts as a wall between them and your mind. It takes a good five tries before he is finally free. He doesn’t like it. His arm is cold now and your naked body looks so inviting. Keep it together. He rolls his body off of the covers and tucks them carefully around you. He slowly moves off the bed so he doesn’t wake you when the cot inevitably pops back up with the loss of his weight. With one last look at you he closes up the door to his room.

The evidence of last night's mayhem is littered on the hull floor. He sees his helmet next to his clothes and gloves that he set down outside the fresher, but then he sees his armor. It looks as if he never spent any time on Corellia at all. Gone is the dirt, grime, blaster marks, and blood. He picks up his chest piece and looks it over. It has the same shine it did the day the armorer presented it to him. How the fuck is this possible? He spots the rag that you had used cast to the side. He quietly says your name to himself as he picks it up and rubs it between his fingers. His lips slip into a small smile as he gets dressed. With each piece of beskar he clicks into place he thinks of how hard you must have worked to get all of the shit off of it. He had spent almost a month there and it definitely showed. When he finishes he heads up to the cockpit to see the position of the sun.

Turns out it is only late morning, maybe 10:00 or 11:00, and he feels a little better knowing that he hasn’t totally derailed himself off of his schedule. After checking the location of the next quarry he programs the nav and begins piloting the ship off of this Maker forsaken planet. Once the hyperdrive has been engaged he heads back down to the hull to wake the child. As his feet hit the floor and he spins around he is stopped in his tracks. Again he is left dumbfounded. The Razor Crest is fucking spotless. He had thought that the cockpit controls looked a little cleaner than usual, but he had chalked that up to him being gone so long he had forgotten how he left it. How wrong he was. This was all you. A wave of guilt rolls over him as he realizes how bored you must have been cooped up in here that cleaning the entire ship became a way to kill time. This thought only reinforces what he was pondering earlier: why would you choose to stay here?

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The familiar feeling of a little, green creature crawling up your legs pulls you from your deep sleep. You untuck your arms from the blanket you don't remember having wrapped so tightly around yourself and stretch. The baby squeals up at you when he sees that you are now moving. You don’t scoop him up like last time; instead opting to let him finish his long trek up by himself. That's what he gets for waking you up. When he finally reaches your face he takes both of his hands and places them on your cheeks. He makes a confused sound before connecting a tight fist around your blindfold.

“No no wait..!”

There was no stopping him. He pulls with all his little might and the knot, loosened from your activities last night, comes unraveled. You keep your eyes tightly closed. Another confused screech is let out by the baby at your refusal to open your eyes at him.

“It’s safe.” A modulated voice in front of you cuts through the child's cries.

The dry light of the hull leaks into Mando’s room as you open your eyes. The child sits atop your blanket covered chest waving around your band like a victory flag. You sit up slowly, half to not throw the child off and half to prevent you from revealing your naked body, and swaddle up your little alarm clock in your arms. You place a kiss on his forehead and stare down into those all encompassing eyes.

“He wouldn’t stop crying at the door,” Tin Man explains. “I figured if I didn’t let him in he would do it himself.”

“Awww,” you coo down at the babe snuggling into you. “Did you miss me?” You feel a small nod against your chest.

Finally you look up at the man that's standing in the doorway. The combination of the absence of light in the room and the light outside leaves him looking shadowy. His arms are crossed over his chest and he is leaning comfortably up against the frame of the door. A smile creeps across your chapped lips at his presence. Though you would be lying if you weren’t slightly sad you didn’t get to wake up in his arms. You know you probably look a mess right now. You haven’t brushed your teeth or combed your hair.

“Give her back the band, kid.”

With a hung head, the child relinquishes the band to you. You move him down to rest in your lap as you tie it back into its proper place.

“What time is it?”

“Mid afternoon.”

“What? Why did you let me sleep so late?”

“You looked…peaceful.” He stands up straight now. “I didn’t want to take that from you.”

The memory of waking up screaming from your nightmare floods your mind. You feel a wave of embarrassment crash over your body. Mando must think you're crazy. No normal woman wakes up in the middle of the night yelling at the top of her lungs. Then you remember how kind and attentive he was after the fact. He sounded so concerned at your distress. He actually wanted to talk about what you had dreamt, but you weren’t about to let that happen. It wasn’t as if you didn’t trust him, but no one needed to hear about what went on inside the recesses of your mind.

“Thank you.” You say it honestly. “Thank you for letting me sleep and … for helping me sleep.”

He clears his throat before he talks. “Of course.”

— — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — —

You learn that the second of the four pucks Mando collected is on a planet called Jakku. It was a “nowhere” planet as he so lovingly called it.

“People obviously live there,” you try to ration with him. “So it can’t be ‘nowhere’.”

The two of you bicker back and forth about the logistics of yours and his lines of thinking. The baby makes a few chirping noises here and there to be a part of the discussion. You interpret them in your favor.

“See? Even he knows I’m right.” You smile down at your unintentional accomplice. “You can’t live ‘nowhere’. Anywhere you are you have the ability to make your home. Take The Razor Crest for example. It was just a ship before you and your son started living on it. Now it’s home. Unconventional, but home.”

You can feel him turning over your words under his helmet; barely cocking his head to the side. He gives so little away, but slowly you start to pick up on small mannerisms. It makes your heart feel fuzzy when you are able to do this. A few months ago that small tilt of his helmet would have gone unnoticed, but now it says everything he refuses too. You yearn to unravel him mannerism by mannerism. The only thing you would enjoy more is if he actually told you what he was feeling and thinking. He is probably like you unfortunately: keeping his deepest thoughts close to his chest.

“Home.” He says this as a statement. “Where is home f-for you?” He hopes you can’t hear the small quiver in his voice.

You lean back in your chair and stare out into hyperspace. “Well home was Eadu, but now I just think of it as the planet I grew up on. There isn’t anyone there to make it home.”

“And now?”

“And now,” you lazily roll your head to face him. “Home is here for the time being.”

“What makes it home?”

He has now turned his chair to fully face you. You watch as he rests his arms on the armrests and slides down in his seat. He spreads his legs slightly out in front of him. Normally such a display of masculinity would make you roll your eyes, but on him it's enticing. He is radiating dominance and power. You shift in your seat as you feel heat start to pool in your lower belly. Your reaction doesn’t go unnoticed by Mando.

“Well?” He presses.

“I-I feel safe here. That’s not a feeling I have been afforded a lot. Especially by the men in my life.” You trade eye contact with Mando for eye contact with the kid. “Like I said when I first got here: I learned not to ask for help from men a long time ago.”

He watches as you rub the child’s ear in between your fingers and puff out a heavy sigh. While it makes him feel good, no, amazing that you feel safe with him he can’t help but wonder who caused you to mistrust so much. If he ever gets his hands on them…

“But I’m starting to think differently.”

Your words break him from his violent thoughts. You're looking right at him again. He still sees so much sadness behind your eyes when you speak. Maker, he wishes the kid wasn’t here so he could wrap you in his arms and take away all that pain you carry. There is so much he still has yet to learn about you. So much he wants to learn about you.

“This is the way.”

“This is the way.” You smile back to him.

The trip to Jakku takes around three days. How silly of you to assume that just because the hull is clean that it means that there is no work to be done. During the day, Tin Man keeps the two of you busy with repairing frayed wires, lubricating valves, organizing spare parts, and cleaning his weapons. You listen eagerly as he takes apart a blaster and explains what each individual piece does and means. It is magic the way he talks. He manages to turn a tool made for killing into a beautiful work of art. He shows you how to disassemble and reassemble them. He sits patiently with you as you struggle to differentiate each of the pieces. He never interrupts you unless you deliberately ask for help either. Maybe if his presence didn’t make you flustered like a little school girl it would be easier to remember what part goes where.

During the night, Tin Man keeps your nightmares at bay. He holds you close and doesn’t let go. Sometimes you wonder if holding you like this isn’t only for your benefit. During the times you wake up in the night you can feel him slowly tracing the length of your back absentmindedly. You never know if he is awake or not; his fingers are always moving at a languid pace. His grip on your body seems to get tighter as Jakku grows nearer. As if he knows when he leaves the both of you will be without a distraction to ease each of your minds.

Finally the ship arrives. You sit on top of a crate and swing your legs mindlessly with the child in your lap as Tin Man prepares to leave. The hull is quiet except for the sounds of weapons being clicked into place. You don’t want him to go. You feel selfish for even thinking that. You are literally the reason he has to leave right now. If you hadn’t had your little freakout in the cantina on Navarro he would have never had to pick up this puck.

“Ready?”

You watch as he closes the two metal doors and turns to face you on your perch.

“I am.”

He walks up to you and the child. You're almost the same height as him now, but you have never felt smaller. His leather covered hands come to rest on your thighs. He moves his thumb gently against your skin. Why is he making this harder?

“Promise you will be safe?”

“I don’t make promises I can’t keep.”

He must have seen the fear that flashed across your eyes because he is quick to soothe you.

“But I do promise to come back…home.”

“I think I can live with that.” You bite down on your lower lip to stop from breaking out into a full blown smile.

Before he departs he cups the left side of your face in his hand. You try your best not to melt, but it's no use. He thankfully obliges you and just holds his hand there for a few seconds allowing you to soak up as much of him as you can. Maybe he is doing the same? When he breaks away from you he moves down to the kid.

“You have to be the man of the ship while I’m gone. Do you think you can handle that?”

The baby coo’s up at his father in response. Watching him go is more difficult than it usually is. When he is finally out of sight you close up the ramp and engage the security protocols.

— — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — —

The baby must feel your anxiety about sleeping alone for the first time in days because he wails at you when you try to put him down in his pram for bed.

“What is it, little guy?”

He is wriggling around in your arms so violently that you have no choice but to set him down on the ground. You watch as he hobbles his way over to your abandoned bed and disappears behind the crates. You shake your head as you follow his lead and walk over there. He has maneuvered himself under the covers and rests comfortably on the side of the bed closest to your tote. He has left you plenty of room to lay beside him, so you can’t even be mad that he took your favorite spot. You crawl in next to him and shimmy the covers over your body. As you lay on the pillow you reach up to untie your band. When you move to place it on your tote for safe keeping the child snatches it from you. You watch as he greedily hugs it to his body. A small laugh escapes you and you move to get settled in bed again.

“Good night, sweetie.”

“NO!” The yell that erupts from your throat is as dry as sand. You feel your gash rip open more with the force you just exerted.

Alden continues pacing and mumbling incoherently around the motionless body in front of you.

“What am I going to do? Where am I going to get the money now? Fuck! Fuck!”

A door opens somewhere in the back of the house.

“Honey? Honey! Where are you?”

Alden's body stills at the feminine voice you know you both recognize.

“Alden, please no.” You croak out.

He spins around and slams his foot into your stomach. The air is wrenched from your lungs by his action. He whips his body down to you quicker than you thought he could. “If you don’t shut the fuck up I’ll make you meet the same fate Bumi did.” The smell of spice drips off of his body and burns your nose. “She knows where it is and she is going to tell me. There is no one left to protect, is there?”

His smile is contorted. Something that you once thought was the most beautiful thing in the galaxy has now morphed into something no one should see. His teeth, once white and gleaming, have a gray tint to them. His lips are chapped and cracked in multiple places. The light in his eyes has been reduced to nothing but a flickering ember.

“You can’t…” You try to speak more, but the pain you feel is debilitating.

“Shhhhh. I can and I will.” He whispers.

He rises up and walks into the house. There isn’t anything you can do but listen.

You feel something pulling you out of your nightmare. All the darkness in your mind is being eradicated by a blinding white light. It feels so good. You will yourself to move closer and allow it to engulf you. Your eyes open abruptly and you gasp for air. You don’t immediately register the tiny hand on your neck while you gulp down rapid breaths. As you come down from your panic you feel it more prominently. The baby has wormed his way up to your chest and is peering down at you intently with concerned eyes. He hasn’t once removed his three fingers from your scar. Chest still heaving, you move your hand to rest on his back. You know he saw what you just dreamt again. You know it was him that pulled you from that hell.

“T-thank you, love bug.”

He seems content with his work, but not content enough to remove his hand. He simply lays his head down on your chest and drifts back to sleep. You try your hardest to stay awake and process what happened, but sleep wraps you in its spidery grip and pulls you under as well.

It has been four days since your incident with the baby. You haven’t had any nightmares since then. You know he is to thank for their absence. He still refuses to sleep in his pram at bed time. When night comes you both crawl into your bed and he takes his spot on your chest. You have tried to tell him that you're alright, but he will not listen. You suppose those big ears of his have selective hearing. Once when you tried to move him off of you he bit at your fingers. What a little womp rat. Him bunking with you has made it easier since Tin Man’s absence. You know the both of you miss him. You miss him more than you are willing to admit at this point.

On the fifth night Mando comes back. Unfortunately, you and the child are already fast asleep when he enters. He peers over the crates into your bed and sees the two of you passed out together. He could have stayed there and watched the two of you for hours, but he has a quarry to deal with. He tries to be quiet as he leads him to the carbonate chamber, but the fucking moron decides to start making a racket. Fortunately, punching people in the jaw is a good way to silence them. When he finally finishes dealing with the quarry he heads over to the armory to unload his weapons. Again he does this as quietly as possible.

After everything is in its correct place he makes his way over to your bed again. You look so beautiful even in sleep. You don’t have that furrow between your brows, but you also don’t have that lovely smile on your face. He’s transfixed as he watches you inhale and exhale. He never knew something so ordinary could look so prepossessing. He suppresses a whimper at the sight of the child resting peacefully on your chest. Who knew he could be jealous of his kid? You have so much love for a baby that isn’t even yours. You care for him like your own. He didn’t know it was possible, but his admiration grows for you even more.

He doesn’t know how long he has been watching you when you start to stir in your sleep. That furrow seeps back into your features and he can see your eyes manically darting around under your lids. A meek whimper escapes through your barely parted lips. He is still deciding if he should wake you up or not when that decision is made for him. He observes as the child wakes above you and extends his hand to your bare neck. As soon as his little talons touch your skin your body goes slack. You slip back into bliss again. The baby holds his hand on your neck for a little while longer, never acknowledging Mandos' presence, and then goes back to sleep himself.

“What do you dream about, ner cyar’ika?”

Mando tries pulling himself away from your bedside countless times, but he can’t seem to get his feet to move. He decides to sit down and lean against one of the crates. He doesn’t want to be far in case you have another nightmare. He has been leaving you to deal with them by yourself for too long. Well, he thinks, maybe you aren’t as alone as he thought.

— — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — —

You wake up before the child this morning: that's a first. You listen to his light breathing before delicately moving him off of you. Wanting to capitalize on this rare moment of alone time you tie up your band, get up, and head over to the pantry to make some caf. Right when you are toying with the idea of taking a steaming shower your leg gets caught on something and sends you tumbling into hard metal. You don't remember leaving anything out beside your bed last night. You also don’t remember metal having a lap. With the chaos of the fall clearing the last of the sleepy cobwebs from your mind you realize you have tripped over Mando’s sprawled out body. Still laying flat across his legs you feel a hand connect with your back.

“Good morning to you too.” His post slumber voice is gruff.

You lift your horizontal body off of him and decide to dawn a straddling position instead. His hands immediately move to hold your hips as you talk.

“What? When did you get in?”

He lets out an easy laugh at your confusion. “I got back last night, but I didn’t want to disturb you.”

“Why didn’t you crawl into bed with me?” You look at him through your lashes and hope it doesn’t sound as needy as it feels.

“Th-there wasn’t room for all three of us.” He says bashfully.

You shift in his lap and feel his ever present bulge growing beneath you. With a smirk you slightly grind yourself down on him. His hands tighten on your hips and a low groan escapes through the modulator. The friction of his pants feels exquisite against your already throbbing cunt. Keeping an easy pace on him you reach up and untie your band. He watches you silently. You take it and cover your eyes. When you finish, you move your hands to hold on to his shoulders. Then you lower your head to the side of his helmet and whisper.

“Is there enough room now?”

You feel his hands detach from you and then hear the slight hiss of his helmet being removed. He sets it down next to him and reinstates his grip on your hips. You feel his body shift under you as he leans close to your ear.

“Plenty.” In an instant he slams his lips into yours. He swallows the sound of surprise you make with his mouth.

“You have to be quiet for me, sweet thing. Can you do that?”

You breathe out a yes as his lips chart a path along your jawline. You stretch your neck out to give him more access to you. His cock strains against the fabric of his pants at your constant movement. Something about the position the two of you are in and the added stress of staying quiet so as to not wake the child asleep on the other side of the crate has you soaking through your underwear. Mando can feel it too. The wetness you are leaking out has made its way through the fabric of his pants.

“I thought about you every night while I was gone.” He bucks his hips up into you.

You bite down to stop a whine from slipping out. He didn’t even need to touch you to get you worked up. His words alone almost sent you spiraling off the edge.

“I need you inside me. Now.”

He pulls his pants down just enough to let his cock spring free. You wish you could see it in all its glory. How red and angry the tip probably is from being tortured by you. You lift yourself up and move your underwear to the side. He grabs himself and lines up at your entrance. Your juices are already sliding their way down his length. He stifles a groan as your hot cunt stretches around him. He feels your walls expand to take all of him. You throw your head forward into the crook of his neck at the welcome intrusion. You can feel every inch, every vein, every twitch of him as he fills you to the hilt.

You use his neck as a makeshift silencer for yourself as you pump up and down on him. The stretch you feel is all consuming. Usually he works you up before awarding you with his shaft, but there isn’t any time. Without that added build up he feels enormous inside you. You can’t help but cry out as you thrust your body down to meet him.

“Keep your mouth shut or I'll give you a real reason to scream.”

He takes over your movements and begins ramming into you at full force. In an attempt to keep yourself from spewing obscenities you bite down, hard, on the muscles in his neck. He hisses into your ear and starts biting at your earlobe to return the savory pain.

“That's right. Take me just like that.”

You don’t know if your eyes are welling with tears from the sheer force he is hammering into you at or from the strain of trying not to make a sound. He gips your ass with both hands and adjusts your body to a more forward angle. Your g-spot couldn’t hide from him if it tried. It beckons him like a lighthouse to a ship lost at sea. You lick a stripe up his neck and start sucking on his pulse point. You feel a moan vibrate from within his throat. He is trying so hard to keep it trapped inside.

“No one fucks me like you, Mando. No one makes me feel as good as you do.”

He curses under his breath at your praise.

“Are you going to cum for me?”

“Only for you.” you breathe.

You only last a few more pumps before your walls start to clench around him. It feels like tightly wound rope finally snaps from all the pressure and you are sent hurtling into your bliss. Again you bite down on his neck to quiet your cries.

“I want to feel you cum. I want you to fill me up, Mando.”

“F-fuck.”

Your words are his undoing. You feel his neck tighten under your teeth as he reaches his climax. Even in your post-orgasm euphoria you want to make him feel good. You drunkenly plaster his neck and jaw with kisses. You feel him release inside of you. Maker, you don��t think you will ever get tired of this feeling. A warmth only he can provide seeps into your body. You swear you can feel it in your veins. You move your lips up to his and bask in the feeling of him inside you. He kisses you back desperately. You feel him making up for the lost time with each brush of his lips and swish of his tongue. You wrap your arms around his neck and pull your body flush with his. You feel him moan into your mouth and you drink it up like sweet wine. He wraps his own hands around your back. The leather of his gloves pulls satisfyingly against your sweaty sleep shirt.

A small noise from behind the crate pulls you both from your paradise on the floor. He watches you pull away from him and tilt your head to listen. Your lips are swollen and red from ravishing him. He doesn’t dare breathe as you both wait to hear the sound again. It rings out once more: the child has woken up. You breathe out a strained sigh and press your forehead against his.

“Time to hide this handsome face away.”

You hear him puff air from his nose and feel his belly tighten with soft laughter. He lifts you off of him, much to his dismay, and you scoot over to sit on his left side. You wait until you hear the click of his helmet before you remove your visual obstruction. When you look up at him he is already looking down at you. You can still see his chest rising and falling quickly to catch his breath.

“Welcome back…home.” You roll your head to rest on the cool metal encasing his shoulder.

“It’s good to be back…home.”

The baby rounds the corner in a frantic state. You gleam when you see him.

“Look who I found!”

Suddenly you become chopped bantha liver at the sight of his father. He runs up quickly and hugs his thigh. This is home, you think as you watch the two in front of you interact lovingly. Home is safe. Home is where you never worry, right? — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — —

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I would like to introduce you all to my clone OC squad, the 380th!

I hope you like them!

This is going go be a long post so please bare with me! I would appreciate it if you looked through everything 💕

Trigger warnings -Mention of suicide attempts [ Mentioned in Bob's section and Kirk's section ]

Click on the clones' names to see more pictures of them :D

A 💜 emoji means next to their name means they have a post about them

Who are the 380th?

The 380th is a subdivision of the 212th legion, led by General Kenobi and Marshal Commander Cody. Although Kenobi holds the rank of General, the day-to-day operations are primarily overseen by Commander Cody, ARC Commander Bob, and Captain Tim. The legion is referred to as 'The Ravens' as a tribute to their Mandalorian comrade, Paxel Tassia, who joined their ranks. This nickname serves to assist Paxel in coming to terms with her past and embracing her new path. Known for their lively interactions and knack for accomplishing tasks in the most chaotic manner imaginable, the group shares similarities with the renowned 501st.

In order to prevent further mayhem, the Jedi Council has placed restrictions on the 380th's collaboration with the 501st. The Council fears that the combination of these two units' unruliness would only perpetuate the chaos, a concern amplified by ARC Trooper Fives and Hardcase; this was also argued by Anakin, who was immediately shut down after the argument was made about him trying to recruit Captain Tim three months ago.

The colours of the 380th is primarily consisting of, Yellow/Orange, Pink/Purple, White and Grey. The clones based their colours of Commander Cody and their Mandalorian friend who was known for her bright pink armour, combined, they created a unique design which would make them recognisable among the clones who had a single colour scheme. The White and Grey were additional colours added by Clone Sergeant Silver who had made the changes overnight, but not wanting to remove the grey from the armour, the 380th kept it.

Oh also, the 380th fucking love watermelon. If you want to befriend them, give them watermelon. Like seriously, they go feral for that shit. It’s gotten so bad that Cody has to avoid planets that have that fucking fruit and even lure them to other places with watermelon as said bait.

The clones of the 380th

You all know who Cody is so lets kick it off!

💜 ARC Commander Bob - CC 80085-1

As much as Cody hates to admit it, Bob is the official 2nd-in-Command whenever Obi-Wan isn’t around. He is the most playful one out of the 380th, often seen as energetic and selfless. Bob is always willing to greet and hug new people, sometimes without warning.

He enrolled in the ARC Trooper program a year before Fives and Echo, which enabled him to be their ARC Commander when they first joined. Some suspect that’s where the two troopers got their chaotic nature from. Despite his chaos, he is a good leader who cares for his troops, always giving them something to smile about when times get tough.

When he was a cadet, he was teased for his CT designation number, being called ‘Boobs’ constantly, and while at first it annoyed him, over time he grew to accept the nickname, soon finding the fun in it. He sees Cody as a strong and capable leader, looking up to him in many ways. Despite their differences, they are great friends and often annoy each other with simple jokes and pranks.

There was one time he was asked to deliver some information to the clone base on Coruscant. Cody had conveniently forgotten to tell Bob about the change of location, so he sent him on a massive errand run, lasting a good few hours before he found the base. Needless to say he doesn’t run errands for Cody anymore.

He is insanely protective of his brothers and anybody he considers as a close friend, going as far as putting himself in danger to protect the ones he loves. Whenever anybody is feeling down or needs any support, he is the first one to their side and will not leave them until their mood improves. This was the case when Cherry was murdered by a Jedi and Chase was listed as a fugitive, but also during the time when Kirk struggled with his mental health and attempted suicide. He gave him the proper support and assisted in Kirk’s healing from the experience.

Captain Tim - CT-84923

Unlike other captains in the GAR, Tim is seen as a stern and strict leader, following the footsteps and influence of Marshall Commander Cody He is one of the most resourceful clones in the 380th; only when a plan goes to shit. He is usually seen as sarcastic and serious, having the mentality that things must be done exactly as ordered. But despite the orders, he usually ends up following the lead of his men—much to his dismay.

He is insanely protective over the 380th. He can and will bully his brothers for fun, but the moment someone else lays a hand on them, he will be the first one to stand up for them. Tim is the embodiment of the “organised chaos;” he is the organised and his brothers are the chaos. Whenever something goes wrong, he will take the blame for it in hopes it’ll extend time to fix the problem.

Tim understands his men and their strengths and uses them to the best as his ability on missions. Like Bits, he is analytic and quick on his feet, able to compromise when he can. Tim is also close friends with Rex, Wolffe, Cody and Fox, wanting to be as good as a leader to them; and he may have taken a few pointers from Rex on how to deal with chaotic clones.

Whenever he is off duty, he is catching up on work or taking some alone time so he can regroup and gather his thoughts. He is a firm believer in getting a problem resolved as soon as possible rather than letting it fester and get worse.

Clone Medic Kirk - CT - 44431

Kirk, the dedicated medic of the 380th, possesses not only his invaluable medical skills but also a talent for photography. Amongst the clones, he is known as the "War Photographer," assigned by the Jedi to capture crucial media pictures and document significant incidents on the battlefield. This is also so they could prevent future incidents. While most of Kirk's photographs focus on the less graphic aspects of war, there are some that depict the harsh reality that is not suitable for the faint of heart.

These photos also require him to capture haunting images of fallen comrades. The photos take a toll on Kirk's emotional well-being, often leaving him feeling helpless and burdened by the memories they evoke.

In an attempt to shield his fellow clones from the distressing imagery, Kirk keeps the photographs locked away in a drawer, preventing others from stumbling upon them. Once the mandated time frame for retention expires, he burns them, allowing the painful memories to be released and moving towards healing.

While Kirk maintains a certain emotional distance from others to protect himself from attachment, he consistently watches over and supports his brothers. He constantly reminds them to look after each other and cherish what they have. Despite Kirk's attempts to keep a low profile, Bob, Cody and Chase support him with whatever they can, noticing Kirk's emotional distance.

Kirk's selflessness is well known among the 380th, as he consistently places the needs of others above his own. He is always ready to provide whatever care there is necessary. While he has close friends with Chase, he is close friends with Commander Cody and with the 501st medic, Kix.

Kirk also has symbols on his armour. The red insignia and the semicolon in mando’a. The semicolon is a symbol of mental health and not giving up, but also a symbolism for those who have attempted suicide in the past; Kirk being one of them. Kirk put it on his armour to encourage himself to never give up hope, but also to keep going through his struggles of mental health. He hopes this inspires others to do the same.

After his incident, Kirk had to be pulled out of service for a month until he gained control over his mental health and evaluated until he was fit for duty again.During this process he had Cody, Bob, Irony, Obi-Wan and Chase by his side. Now he is encouraging and supporting other clones who need the help.

ARC Trooper Chase - CT-54323

ARC Trooper Chase is the most serious and disciplined of the 380th squad. He respects Commander Fox and Wolffe, embodying a strong sense of duty, he follows orders without hesitation. Chase's no-nonsense attitude can sometimes lead to irritation when his fellow clones deviate from established protocols. However, beneath his stoic exterior, he harbours a profound love and loyalty for his brothers.

He can be seen as the most protective clone in the 380th, more than Kirk or Tim. Chase is extremely distrusting of Jedi due to an incident that occured many years ago where an ex-ARC Trooper, Cherry, was killed by the hands of a Jedi master, being depicted as traitorous and a fugitive to the republic.

Chase knew that these allegations were false, knowing his brother was framed and in the process of investigating, he too was depicted as a traitor; because of this, he lost trust in the Jedi and the people who were supposed to be protecting them. During those investigations, two Jedi came forward, Plo Koon and Obi-Wan Kenobi, who believed Chase and helped clear his name from the charges.

However, despite everything, he is still seen as untrustworthy and unreliable. Only his brothers see him for who he truly is. (Along with Plo and Obi-Wan.) Since then, Chase has been insanely protective over his brothers, not allowing new people to linger too long near them. It takes him a while to get to trust people; but once you gain his trust, he will fight for you. Irony was also another member in the 380th who helped to find out the truth behind the incident. It was soon revealed that Pong Krell was behind the attack and the killing of Cherry.

Lieutenant Silver - CT- 51723

Out of the 380th, Silver is the collector and the most child-like. He has a massive interest in anything metallic and shiny, with exceptions to some other things. He is awfully cuddly whenever he finds a new friend and is always willing to trade with anybody for trinkets; in return he gives out rations or even any supplies he finds on his travels. Silver is intelligent, strong, and loves working with other people. While he can be rather childish at times, he is a loyal and reliable member. Whenever he trusts somebody enough, he will make them a small keychain with their name on it and maybe with a gem or something else that reminds him of that person. To get one of these is an honour in his world.

Every member of the 380th has one and to get one means you are an official member and have passed the test. Despite his nature, he is resourceful and intelligent. Some people may see his trinkets as a mess or an interference on missions, but on multiple occasions, he has used them as a weapon (handed over to Bits) or included in explosives to help get rid of the enemy. He’s one of the best at improvising.

Silver is also someone who helps design and improve the armour with modifications and even assist in repairs with Meddel whenever he can. If the worst comes to worst, he will help be the back-up mechanic, though that is something Meddel wishes to never happen.

Lieutenant Bits - CT-81754

Whenever he’s not on a high-risk mission, he is always trying to find things to blow up, even if there is no need to. Bits is the bane of Tim’s existence and if Silver’s constant hunt for shiny stuff isn’t the thing that gives him a migraine that day, it’s Bits. He is constantly on the move and leaving things about—if he’s not sorting out their arsenal, he’s studying separatist buildings, if he’s not doing that, he’s helping to create new weapons.

He is seen to be the most chaotic out of the group. He is always coming up with new ways to better their strategies and much to Tim’s dismay is essential to the 380th’s success. Whenever possible, he’s giving people the chance to blow things up with him.

Bits absolutely loves food. He is also one of the only people in the 380th who can actually cook something edible and prevent them from living on watermelon for the rest of their lives.

Sergeant Irony - 69423

Known for getting into Ironic situations, Irony is the pilot of the 380th. He is loyal, kind and has a massive love for ducks. He has the ability to be quick on his feet, and the ability to use humour to diffuse tense and difficult situations. Irony is one of the more relaxed people in the 380th, willing to crack a joke about how ironic something is and see things for how they really are.

He is a realistic sort of thinker and doesn’t really like to have things sugarcoasted. Whenever there is a problem, he doesn’t stop at anything until he finds out the truth, even if it means going against orders to find it. (An example of this was when Cherry was framed for being a fugitive, soon being killed by a Jedi, did he assist in exposing the truth. It’s because of him that it prevented Chase from being executed or court martialled.) This sort of thinking has gotten him into a lot of trouble over the years, but it has always been for the greater good. He has a fear of heights, which earned him the “Irony” nickname by Meddel. They are close friends and grew up together in the cadets program.

Meddel was the one who encouraged him to become a pilot in the first place. Irony is a person who searches for any kind of adrenaline, doing whatever it takes to find the joys in life.

He is the original creator of the codenames: “Mother Duck” and “Duckling.” Much to the dismay of the 380th, he is the creator of other code names and nobody can really argue with it.

Corporal Beetle - 833713

Beetle is known to be the hermit of the 380th, known for his introverted and ‘dark light’ seeking nature. He’s very stealthy and good at sneaking around even if he doesn’t mean to. Many clones have reported him ‘teleporting’ because they didn’t see him move.

He is a very reserved and cuddly individual who takes an interest in anything bright and colourful, which is why he’s close friends with Bits. You can usually find him hiding under the table or in a dark place with his datapad in hand. Bits is good at problem solving and has a good knowledge of computer and security systems. He’s the go-to whenever they need someone to sneak into place.

It takes a while for Beetle to get to know somebody, but once he’s comfortable you can find him sleeping on Bits, Bob or even Cody. Whenever he’s not doing anything, he is usually sleeping. He’s known for creating drawing ideas for Silver and even handing him unique shiny things.

Whenever he is not cuddling someone, you can usually find him alone watching people. Beetle is also very aware of his surroundings and is able to understand people’s moods before everyone else. He’s insanely good at reading people’s body language.

Corporal Meddel - CT-84324

Meddel is the engineer of the 380th and the backup pilot for Irony. He is meticulous and has a good attention to detail, being someone who has pride in his word and one of the most important members within the team. Whenever he is not flying ships or is in meetings, he is making sure the gear, weapons and machines are working and up to standard.

Whenever they get inspections, he is the first person to check over everybody before the Jedi enter the barracks. Despite being an introvert, he is good at teamwork and collaborating with his fellow clones, especially Silver and Irony.

Meddel is always giving Silver his tools to use whenever he wants to make things, but other times he finds his tools going missing. Despite that, Meddel is very protective over his stuff and will go feral whenever people move something he had put into place.

Usually, he is found lingering around the hangar or flying with Irony in the sky. His favourite ship is the x-wing and has been trying to get one painted the colour of his armour, but Cody keeps declining. He also really fucking likes watermelon. He will do anything to get that shit. Not to mention, he was the person who got the 380th into that fucking fruit. It has gotten so bad that Cody has to check in advance that the planet they go to does not have any watermelon on it.

Who do you like the most?

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