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Clan of Three- Chapter 13

Chapter Thirteen: Tragedy

Plot: A Mandalorian, an infant with a history of the jedi, and a teenager with similar powers with an undiscovered lineage. An unlikely group to travel the galaxy together.

Word Count: 6.7K

Pairing: Father Figure!Din Djarin x Platonic!Teen!Reader

Warnings: fighting/violence, injuries, blood, massive angst, PTSD, some wholesome moments but still mainly sad

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The Crest is relatively silent the coos coming from the child as it fiddles with the ball given by his adopted father. The said father steers the ship toward the planet Tython after their interaction with the jedi, Ahsoka.

“Grogu,” Din calls out and Grogu perks up looking at the Mandalorian with wide eyes which makes the man chuckle. Din holds out his hand looking at the child, “Give me the ball.” He says and Grogu shakes his tiny head pulling the item closer to his chest.

“Grogu, give me the ball. Come on.” Din sighs reaching over and pulling it out of Grogu’s grasp as he cries out before Din holds out the ball between his fingers, “Okay, here we go. You can have it, just like before. Grogu, come on. You can have it. Come on.”

The small child holds out his hand before the small ball shoots from his hand into the Grogu’s, “Dank farrik!” Grogu instantly recoils hearing the curse as Din does damage control, “Hey, no. I’m not mad at you. You did good. I just… When the nice lady said you had training, I just…” Din sighs looking over the child, “You’re very special, kid. You and the girl...”

Din looks over at the small child that coos at him, he was like a father to him same as the girl that was in the main hull relaxing. The fight between you two had left you both raw and vulnerable, but with your injury, everything just became too real. His hands and parts of the ship were stained with your blood though the evidence was gone, he seemed extra protective over you. Making sure you were feeling alright even if it was the small ailments, giving you and the child the larger rations, even when you slept he watched over you his hand resting on your wrist or your neck just to give him some sense of relief feeling your blood pumping under your skin. He thought he lost a part of himself that day. He didn’t have much, to begin with, his ship, his creed, but you and Grogu…you snuck your way in and he was hooked. Wrapped around your finger and he would tear apart the galaxy to keep the two of you safe with him. Neither of you brought up the fight pushing it aside for more pressing matters but you both could feel the regret that came from each side. Din never spoke up about Nevarro either, your memory completely fuzzy, he didn’t tell you of the fear in your eyes, your screams that filled the hull, how you cried out that your life was over, he didn’t tell you how you called him dad.

Buir…father…dad that’s what you called him. Maybe in your weakened state from the blood loss, your words weren’t what you meant. You probably saw your biological father in those moments and thought things were normal. Or did you see Cobb, the Marshal of Mos Pelgo the town you were raised in by the man? He was a father to you as well, teaching you to defend yourself, be smart, and use your head. The one who saw you grow from a child into this young teen before you were snatched away by the empire. But the same could be said about Din he had taught you the ways of the Mandalorian, his creed, the words spoken long ago on the desolate planet. You had grown strong in many ways with the guidance of many different people but he wouldn’t know who you truly called out to that day.

“We’re gonna find that place you two belong and they’re gonna take real good care of you,” Din says to the Grogu who babbles back as if he understands him. A beep from the console pulls Din away from the child seeing the ship entering the atmosphere for the planet, “This is Tython. That’s where we’re gonna try and find you guys a Jedi.” Din says to the child who looks seeing the planet growing closer as he begins his ascent. “But you have to agree to go with them if they want you to. Understand? Plus, I can’t train you. You’re too powerful. Don’t you wanna learn more of that Jedi stuff?” Din says and Grogu makes a noise of disagreement, “I agreed to take you back to your own kind, so that’s what I need to do. You understand, right?”

Flying over the large plains towards the mountaintops he sees the pillars of stones surrounding one larger one in the center, “Looks like that’s the magic rock I’m supposed to take you to down there. Sorry, buddy. I can’t land on the top. Too small. We’re gonna have to travel the last stretch with the windows down.”

Landing the ship in a clearing at the bottom of the mountain Din grabs Grogu before climbing down the ladder to the main hull. Looking into the hull he spotted you sitting in front of your cot your face buried into one of the books. The cover is an old leather bound together by some material. It looked like it was falling apart but the way you handled it was as if it was the most precious item you’d ever encountered.

“Kid,” Din’s voice pulls you from your reading and you look up seeing him and Grogu waiting at the ramp door, “You ready?” You nod standing putting the text in your bag slinging it over your shoulder, your blaster and vibro-knife were already holstered on you and you finish up by attaching your saber to your belt.

Exiting the ship the breeze blows through your hair and you take in a breath of the fresh air, “Let’s go kid,” Din says before passing the kid off to you. You rub his ears small giggles coming from the child and quickly Din scoops you up into his arms as his jetpack takes the three of you to the skies. Grogu whoops in excitement the wind blowing in his face as he looks around at the ground far below you.

A rocky dome lies in the center of several stone pillars that circle it. You guys hit the ground being put down as you hold the child looking around at what is meant to be the seeing stone, “Well, I guess this is it. Does this look Jedi to you?” Din says as you spin around looking at slanted rocks pointed upwards towards where this rock rest in the center. Placing the child down as it looks around in wonder as you draw closer to the rock. Your fingers brush the inscription that seems to circle around the seeing stone.

The writing in a language you have never seen before, “Looks like it, these inscriptions I don’t know what language this could even be.” You say looking up at Din as he scoops up Grogu before placing him on top of the stone,

“I guess you sit right here. Okay. Here we go.” He says before glancing at you, “I guess you both take turns...This is the seeing stone, are you seeing anything?” The child coos looking at a butterfly that flaps by trying to reach out to it, “Or are they supposed to see you? Maybe there’s some kind of control or something.”

“I don’t think that’s how it works,” You call out as Din circles the rock trying to find some switch for this jedi relic, “Oh, come on, kid. Ahsoka told me all I had to do was get you here and you’d do the rest.”

The sound of something entering the atmosphere and you move towards the edge of the mountain top seeing a starship circling around them before heading towards the nearby clearing where the Crest was, “Din…” You call out and you see he’s right beside you seeing the same thing.

“Time’s up, kid. We gotta get out of here,” Din says as you both turn to grab Grogu when a force field surrounds the small child, his eyes are closed in concentration the inscriptions glowing a bright blue, “We don’t have time for this. We got to get…” Din moves forward trying to grab him but a force pushes back on him and he steps back, “Hey! Snap out of it, kid! We got to get out of here!” Din calls out and you move forward feeling the immense sensation of the force running through you as your hands press against the barrier feeling a bit of it give as you try reaching forward before you are pushed back as well.

“I’ll see if I can buy you some time,” Din says unholstering his blaster before looking at you, “Watch after him.” He says and you go to speak but he’s already moving down the mountain and you peer down trying to see who had arrived. Turning back to the seeing stone the energy barrier around Grogu as you step forward again.

“Come on kid…we really need to get going. Grogu come on wake up!” You call out but he seems to be ignoring you and you put your hands against the barrier pushing forward and trying to reach out to him. A ringing fills your ears as part of your hand breaks through the barrier as the noise grows louder.

“You can’t run from destiny. Din Djarin…his creed…Mandalore will fall because of you,” Moff Gideon’s voice rings in your head as flashes of Nevarro burning and the planet you’ve never seen is bombed from the sky screams filling the air.

“Tatooine may be where you were born but your blood, that is not. Features old but familiar…qualities of those from Mandalore.” A cave of water surrounds you from a planet of glass as the cool water drenches your clothes.

“Te oya'la pirun” Ripped from the cave hands grasping at your arms and legs dragging you further out, guiding you forward. Whisper of words called out as armor is forced onto you weighing you down.

“You have a much more important role in this than you think you do…That can alter your dear Mandalorian’s Creed.” The metal cools your skin as it stares back at you, lines of them standing tall looking forward at you almost waiting for your command. You keep pushing forward your second hand breaking through the barrier.

“Ibic cuyir te ara.” A cry rips through the air, a man holding a woman as sobs pour from him as the life fades from her. You can feel the energy of the weapon that caused the damage it seemed to suck the life out of the room. It’s a dead weight on your belt as you continue moving forward, your vision catches a reflection and you hesitate beskar dons your body it glistens in the sun crafted and molded for your body. The shouts of victory but the screams of innocents as you are brought towards a crowd in a large hall in a once great city. It seems to stretch with each step as the Mandalorians fill the hall quickly part for you.

As you go to move you look around in confusion before a hand pushes you forward as they turn to your attention and you recoil seeing their appearance. Mandalorians drenched in blood standing over bodies of people of different planets. Men, women, and children of all ages lie on the ground. You see Cara, Greef, and Cobb amongst the crowd their bodies mutilated with their eyes lifeless watching you. The few friends you made on Sorgan…Omera and her daughter Winta lie in a bloody pile the mother clutching her daughter in their final moments. Your parents lay dead in front of the Armorer and Bo-Katan as they watch you their armor too covered in blood and the battle. Your stomach grows weak spotting the pram of the child it lies on the ground speckles of blood decorate it as it lies empty. Your steps grow weaker as you make your way through the bloodbath. Large windows surround the hall and the sounds of explosions as fire lights up the night sky the glass shattered as screams and gunfire fills your ears. A throne stands before you and you spot a man kneeling before it as the person behind you makes you walk past him before turning to face them.

Looking down at the man you freeze. You see Din but it wasn’t him, you recognize his armor but he lacked his helmet his features unrecognizable. Blurring and changing the man if he was human or not. His hair changes all shades and textures, and his skin merges from different hues. But what confused you was the blood that covered his armor, the shiny beskar caked in blood and grime as he stares up at you. You’re pushed forward as he bows down offering his neck and you try to move away but a hand rest on your shoulders as a weapon is placed in your hands. The hands guide yours to raise it up as you fight against it but can’t break free from it. You hear the sound of the blade activating the dread causing a weight that almost makes you fall. You try pulling away from this from hurting Din….from hurting anyone. You didn’t want anyone hurt…they should be alive, not dead.

You feel the breath against your ear as the weight of death adds to the beskar that once felt light now crushes your chest as you run out of air. The weapon is raised high as you look down at Din unable to stop. Moff Gideon’s voice whispers as you bring down the blade.

“It ends here Mand’alor.”

Your body hits the ground as you gasp for air feeling hands grab your shoulders you instantly try fighting off them but they grab your wrist holding them away from your body, “Kid it’s me..stop it!” Din’s voice clears away all fears as he kneels in front of you and looks at your frightened expression.

“Everyone was…there was so much blood…and you…the Mandalroians…Gideon.” Your words were a jumble as you try explaining what you saw. Din’s hands grab your face, “Hey calm down just breathe...I’m fine everyone’s fine.” He says his modulated voice calming as he makes you look at him. You slowly nod before the sound of blaster fire makes you jump, “Come on we have to go now,” Din stands pulling you to your feet as he looks at Grogu who is still surrounded by the force field.

“Time to go, kid!” Din says moving forward but his steps are pushed back by the force as he puts his hands up against the barrier, “That’s it, kid. We got to get out of here!” He grunts his voice straining as he pushes forward before he’s thrown back hitting the ground with a loud crash. You quickly run over to him helping him up as he groans in pain, “What are we gonna do?!” You ask from your view you could see the transport that was expelling troopers and they seem to be fighting someone down there. Had Din found an ally? Helping him to his feet you both look over the ridge down to the battle, “You stay here I’m going to protect you too,”

“But I can help!” You start but he shakes his head grabbing your shoulders, “No! You stay here and watch after the child, you only fight if any get past me.” He says but you’re eyes are still glued to troopers making their way up the mountain,

“Y/n!” Hearing your name snaps you back to face him, it was a splash of cold water hearing your name come from his mouth, you were so used to kid or the very brief time he called you cyar’ika you think that’s how you say it. You never learned what it meant but he started to address you as that too. But you’re name wasn’t something you haven’t heard in a while. “I need you to focus…you don’t let anyone get to you or the child,” Din says and you nod and he pulls your blaster from your waist forcing it into your hands. His hand moves to cup your face looking deep into your eyes so that you could almost see them through the visor of his beskar helmet.

He pulls away before pulling out his own weapon, “Just stay there. I’ll be back soon.” You watch Din leave heading down the mountain as he quickly engages with stormtroopers. Turning back you see the forcefield down and the child asleep on the rock probably knocked out for using such a large amount of force. You quickly scoop up the child fixing the strap of your satchel as it almost slips down while holding your blaster in your free hand. You should contact Din telling him you have the child you holster your blaster and grab your comm, “Din I have the child should I head to the Crest?” You ask when a large explosion shakes the ground. You run toward the edge of the ridge looking down and seeing the large plume of smoke that fills the air right where the Crest was at. A wave of sadness fills you seeing the one other thing you could call home be blown to smithereens. All those memories in that ship were gone in just a moment.

“Ki-..Kid! get th-..ell…there now!” Din’s voice crackles through the comms before cutting off and you step away from the ridge getting closer to the seeing stone when four large thuds and you stare at four armored troopers, their black armor frighten as you spin around as they stare at you but they didn’t seem human at all too tall…they were droids. You clutch the child closer to you as he whimpers, you whip out your blaster firing at one of them but the bullet bounces off its armor the same as if it was beskar. You fire again before side-stepping trying to book it between the two of them. An armored hand grabs the back of your collar and you’re thrown to the ground. Your head smacks against the seeing stone and you crumble to the ground your vision goes black as Grogu cries out hitting the ground though his landing is softened by your body.

Din sprints up the hill the blood pumping through his veins, why didn’t he grab his jetpack he would have been there by now?! It’s too late to turn back. Get to them both…save the child and the girl. Fennec follows close behind as they reach the top just to see four of the troopers, one of them scoops up the crying Grogu while another grabs you as you lay unconscious in its arms blood paints the side of your face. They shoot up into the air as Din watches in horror as you both disappear from him.

“They’ve got the kids. Don’t let them get away!” Fennec calls out into her comm as Boba Fett follows after the troopers in his starship, “Affirmative.” His screens beep as he gains a lock to attack, “I have a lock.”

“Stop him. I don’t want them hurt.” Din says and Fennec quickly speaks into the comm, “Abort pursuit. Disengage. Do not harm the kids.”

“Copy. I’ll do a loose follow, see where they’re headed.” Fett says Slave I following the troopers into the upper atmosphere flying through the clouds his eyes widen spotting the large cruiser, “They’re back.” He whispers,

“Who?” Fennec asks as Fett watches the imperial ship, “The Empire. They’re back.”

“That can’t be.” Fennec shakes her head…there’s no way in the galaxy the empire would be in New Republic territory, “The Outer Rim is under the jurisdiction of the New Republic.”

“This isn’t a spice dream.” Fett responds watching the ship with his own eyes, “I can see the Imperial cruiser with my own eyes. Heading down.” He says as he has no choice but to return as the Imperial cruiser jumps into hyperspace.

Din wasn’t able to describe the guilt that ran through him as he sifts through the pit of ashes that is the wreckage of his ship. Your satchel with your books and blaster rests on him as he kneels down into the charred soil pulling out the joystick ball that the child once played with before placing it in his pocket. His hand also pulls out the beskar spear that was not damaged by the large blaster fire. Returning to Fennec and Fett holding the spear, “This is all that survived.”

“Beskar.” Fett comments before holding out his wrist and a hologram of his chain code appears, “I want you to take a look at something. My chain code has been encoded in this armor for 25 years. You see, this is me. Boba Fett. This is my father, Jango Fett.” Din reads the Mando’a script containing his family lineage, ‘foundling’, ‘mentor Jaste’, ‘father Fett’, ‘Boba Fett’, and ‘Concord Dawn’.

“Your father was a foundling.” Din says and Fett nods, “Yes. He even fought in the Mandalorian Civil Wars.”

“Then that armor belongs to you.” Din says recognizing Fett and his father as Mandalorians, Fett is pleased with the return, “I appreciate its return.”

Din looks over at the Mandalorian and the assassin, “Then our deal is complete.” “Not quite.” Fett comments and Din gives him a confused look, “How so?”

“We agreed in exchange for the return of my armor, we will ensure the safety of the children,” Fett says bringing up the promise he and Fennec had given, “The kids are gone,” Din says sadness lacing his voice.

“Until they are returned to you safely, we are in your debt,” Fett explains with the recent kidnapping the two were in debt to the other Mandalorian. Din was thankful for their help but they would need more to get the two of you home safe and their first destination already in mind.

“Cara Dune, Marshal of the New Republic.” Din’s voice rings out in the office. The newly placed Marshal of Nevarro City getting upgraded for the New Republic, “I heard rumors you might have gone legit.”

“I wouldn’t go that far,” Cara says bringing her feet off her desk the metal badge given by the New Republic shines in the sunlight, “I need your help.” Din gets straight to the point as she looks past him to the other man in the Mandalorian armor and the helmeted assassin.

“Name it.” “I need you to locate someone in the prison registry.” Din says and Cara nods moving to the computer, “Let’s see what I can do.”

“Ex-Imperial sharpshooter, last name Mayfeld. Apprehended near the Dilestri system on a derelict prison ship.” Din gives details of the short-lasting partner who betrayed him.

“Migs Mayfeld,” Cara says reading off his file, “Serving 50 years in the Karthon Chop Fields for springing a prisoner himself. Accessory to the death of a New Republic officer. Huh. Sounds like a real piece of work.” She says and Din nods, “What do you want with him?”

“I need to spring him to help me locate Moff Gideon’s light cruiser.” Din says and Cara sighs her hands tied, “You know how I feel about the Empire. But these stripes… mean there are rules I need to follow.” She says.

“They have the kids,” Din says and the ex-shock trooper is already on board with this information.

Footsteps echo through the halls as the man grows closer to the brig being flanked by two stormtroopers, entering the cell he spots the small child holding his fist up in the air as the two stormtroopers that were meant to escort him were being thrown across the room hitting one another. “Set to stun.” The escort stormtrooper beside the man order but he holds a hand up, “Wait.” The man watches with interest as the child hurls the two troopers against the wall before collapsing in exhaustion. The two troopers hit the ground groaning in pain as they push themselves up and take their wounded selves out of the room leaving just the man and his escort.

“You’ve gotten very good with that. But it makes you oh-so sleepy.” He says before pulling something from his belt and igniting it as the light seems to drain from the room, “Have you ever seen one of these? From years past?” He waves it near the child as it tries reaching out with the force but is too weak to move the weapon though it does shake slightly, “Oh, uh-uh-uh,” He chuckles deactivating the weapon, “You’re not ready to play with such things. Liable to put an eye out with one of these. Looks like you could use a nice, long sleep.” With a nod, the trooper next to him fires a stunning round on the child as it falls back down. “Put it in shackles.” He orders before turning to leave the comms officer, “When we come out of hyperspace, send an encrypted message to Dr. Pershing. Let him know we have got our donors.”

“Yes, sir.” She nods letting him pass by as he heads off to another part of the brig as the sounds of fighting and yelling fill the hall. The door to the room was guarded by four troopers unlike the child’s which was just a pair. Entered the room which was more of an interrogation room as the girl was strapped to the interrogation chair, cuffs already restraining her abilities but it seemed like it wasn’t early enough. A trooper is pressed against the wall clutching his arm as he screams in pain while another lies dead on the ground, his armor crushed around his body his limbs snapped in a horrid way. Your body shakes on the tilted chair as you snarl seeing Moff Gideon enter the room.

“I swear I’ll rip you apart and have your guts paint the kriffing wall!” You hiss spitting at him and he watches the rage in your eyes the blood on the side of your head getting in your eye. Your eyes widen instantly and you lean as far back as you can as the weapon is activated and pointed right at your throat. The black blade hums in the air as the light around it seems to drain. He seems to notice the look of fear in your eyes but the recognition there as well.

“Looks familiar, doesn’t it? Family relics though what would you know about your family.” He says as he waves the weapon around in front of you, and one of the troopers comes by him producing your own saber. “It’s interesting you had this completely unaware of who you really were…it’s quite hilarious your situation. Being a Jedi…meeting the Mandalorian..it’s just all…pieces of the unfinished puzzle.” He says his words cryptically as the blade retracts back in and he steps forward watching you with a close eye.

“What do you dream of Y/n L/n…a normal life back on Tatooine with your parents? Or is it during in Mos Pelgo with your unofficial father Cobb Vanth…or is it your time with the Mandalorian? Din Djarin…is it of the planets you explore…do you join his creed,” He says and you glare back at him but can’t ignore the lingering fear that brews in your stomach. He steps back shaking his head, “No that’s not it…it’s this you dream of,” He holds up the weapon and you shiver at the action, “You fear it but…you crave it. You don’t know why but you can feel it. Can you sense its strength…the power it holds.” He says and he knows he hits the nail on the head.

“What do you want from me…more blood? To be your damn donor.” You spat and he grins shaking his head, “No…I’m after that with that green little creature. I only needed your blood to be certain I was right though we did try,” Gideon says, “I want what you can offer, what your bloodline can offer that I can’t get. You have something many wish they have but can never obtain.”

“And what is that.” You glare and he steps forward staring deeply that you feel sick.

“Power. The power to lead and they would follow blindly…and you don’t even know it.” He says as a sadistic and power-hungry grin spreads across his face before he steps back.

“You’ll learn soon enough what you mean to me.” He says as he leaves you, your threats to tear him and anyone else apart fills the room but quickly muffles as the door closes.

Gideon stands on the bridge watching the stars fly past them as they travel through hyperspace. They had gained both assets his plan worked in his favor. The sound of footsteps draws close to him, “Sir… You should see this.” The comms officers inform him and he turns from the large open windows to the bridge’s large table as a transmission comes in revealing the Mandalorian, Din Djarin.

“Moff Gideon. You have something I want,” He speaks the words a direct copy of the words he said to the bounty hunter on Nevarro about the two in his possession, “You may think you have some idea what you are in possession of, but you do not. Soon, they will be back with me. They mean more to me than you will ever know.” The transmission ends as Gideon stares straight ahead a grim expression on his face. The others in the room could sense the anger coming off him and even they were worried. What lengths would this Mandalorian go to for a child and a girl? Gideon grasp the weapon on his belt in anger not even turning to the comms officer that was still beside him,

“Fetch the girl.”

You weren’t sure what day it was anymore. Your body is weak from the lack of food and water that hasn’t been given. You cough at the dryness in your throat from screaming in the empty room…well not empty the dead trooper was still in the room but otherwise empty. Your wrists were probably bruised and raw with how much pulling you’ve done but it was the only thing you could think to do to try and break free. You had absolutely nothing, your knife and saber taken leaving you to just your wits. The sound of footsteps draws closer as you steel your face as they stop in front of the door and it opens revealing a pair of troopers who enter.

“Try anything and you’ll end up like your friend.” You spit though your threat is empty as they draw closer and you see one of them holding a small case and producing a needle making you thrash in the chair, “Touch me and I swear to the Maker I will kill you!” You shout as they draw close to you and you slam your head forward into one of them making them groan in pain. Your vision rings and a hand slams your head back onto the metal rest as the needle digs into your neck and you feel the burn of the liquid. The cuffs release around you as you hit the ground unable to catch yourself. Your vision blurs before going dark the last thing you feel is hands looping around your arms.

You groan in pain feeling your body be dragged as you slowly blink your eyes open right as you’re thrown to your knees. The multiple officers are on the bridge working away as the two troopers stand guard and you hear footsteps your vision is blurry but slowly clearing up as they stop in front of you. A cold hand grabs your chin pulling your head up and you stare right back at Moff Gideon, “There...the dear princess is awake..” He says and you spit right in his face and a frown covers his face as he pulls back producing a cloth to wipe the spit off. A harsh kick to your side makes you gasp for air as you fall to your side but are quickly brought back to your knees.

“I see your anger comes from your beloved Mandalorian,” Gideon says looking down as you glare back at him, “Or is it from Bo-Katan the ruthless savage she is…you hold no decorum from the late Duchess Satine.” He says the last name is one you’re unfamiliar with. “How would they think seeing their own with this behavior.”

“What are you talking about.” You spit glaring up at him and you see the grin forming on his face, “It is an unbecoming attitude for an heir to the Mandalorian throne.” He says and the room grows cold as you stare up at him. No, that wasn’t…it couldn’t be. He could see the confusion and almost shock on your face.

“Shock I see? Maybe your father would still be alive if he reveal his ancestors to you. You both might be in a better situation,” Gideon says, and hearing your father you lunge forward but are slammed to the ground.

“Speak of my father I will rip you limb from limb Gideon!” You hiss the knee digging into your back as your hands remained shackled behind you. The metal grating presses deep into your cheek as you threaten the man.

“It is only the truth, my dear,” He chuckles, “Let me simplify things for you. Your father was a Mandalorian born and raised on the planet Mandalore, and your grandparents were quite respectable people of the time…Duchess Satine Kryze and Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi. Your father escapes the purge following his mother’s death before finding himself in Tatooine…he finds your mother and then you appear. But you were no ordinary child how could you not with a Jedi Master as your grandfather? Then little you watch your parents die to travel to Mos Pelgo meeting Marshal Cobb Vanth only to be kidnapped for a bounty that I sent. Lucky for you that you weren’t killed but met the Mandalorian Din Djarin and I’m sure you know the rest.” Gideon says as he moves forward and you pulled back onto your knees.

“You’re lying.” You say shaking your head…you couldn’t be..but it all made sense. What’s been told…what you’ve dreamed of. You always believed were from Tatooine but you were wrong. Everything you knew your life…you were Mandalorian.

“I’m not. So you understand why I need you…the empire wants Mandalore and having a Mandalorian who is also a Jedi? Why you’re just recreating history!” He laughs before pulling the saber from his belt and igniting it in front of you and you flinch back.

“Oh no reason to be afraid, the Darksaber is a powerful weapon in the right hands just like your own saber. When won in ritual combat whoever wields this blade has the rightful claim to the Mandalorian throne. Did you know the creator of this was a Jedi and a Mandalorian now it seems like you fit the bill don’t you think.” He says as you look at the sword before him.

“So what? You want me to have this stupid sword and what rule Mandalore?” You spat and he shakes his head and laughs. “Oh no, you’ll just rebel against the empire and the Mandalorians will gladly fight alongside you. No, what I need you to do is just say yes.”

“Say yes to what?” You say looking up at Gideon “Think of it as a proposal of sorts,” He says and you feel nauseous your stomach dropping, “You lay claim to the Mandalorian throne by blood right but I will rule, they wouldn’t fight its Mand’alor if they are producing Mandalorian children.” You were truly nauseous you weren’t sure how bile hasn’t left your mouth. He was sick…you were a child and he wanted you to..oh maker you were going to be sick.

“You’re sick.” You gag looking away from him. If you look you would surely lose your hold on your stomach. “I swear to you I would rather die than agree to anything you say.” You spat and he frowns and he motions for the troopers. Hands pull you up to your feet as you look up at him a look of murderous rage in your eyes.

“That was the diplomatic option Y/n…makes it easier for everyone,” Gideon says a disapproving look on his face he surges forward as the blade drives straight into your body. You jerk as his free arm holds your shoulder as you stare at him with wide eyes still not registering the action. He pulls back and that’s when you feel the saber leave your body as you fall back hitting the floor. “This is the non-diplomatic option,” Gideon says but your ears are ringing as you feel the immense burning happening as your body is sent immediately into shock.

“Put her in the brig and let her die a jedi,” Gideon says as hands grab under your armpits and drag you out of the bridge the last thing you see before your vision goes dark is Gideon with the Darksaber watching you the aura coming off of it is like waves crashing down on you. You felt something at that moment when you came in contact with it. Your vision goes black your last thoughts of the child and the Mandalorian you’ve grown to love.

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kybercvnt · 2 years

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Saber Training

Pairing - Din Djarin x Jedi!GN!Reader

Summary - After reuniting with your favourite Mandalorian and realising how incompetent he is at holding the Darksaber, you decide to help him out.

Word Count - 2124

A/N – Since Bar Fight is my most popular fic, I decided as my birthday present to you (🥳🎉), I would gift you another Din Djarin fluff piece.

Din was utterly pathetic at wielding the Darksaber. Every time he would wield the blade, he struggled to hold it upright, and most of the time it was too heavy so it was dragged behind him. No matter how many times The Armourer would tell him “you are fighting the blade” and he couldn’t for the life of him figure out how to mitigate this issue.

It pained you, a trained Jedi, to watch him resist the blade every time he held it. In battle, you would swing the blades like they were dancing across your fingertips, Din always admired the way they moved so fluidly in motion, sometimes he would get jealous when you would jump and slash through enemies with ease, while he was left with the bells and whistles attached to his armour.

So when he realised after defeating Gideon that he was the new rightful owner of the Darksaber, a part of him was awfully optimistic at the opportunity to be your equal at owning such an overpowered weapon.

When Luke arrived to collect Grogu, he urged you not to join him because of Grogu’s attachment to you, despite you being a Jedi. So you stayed with Din for a while longer, helping him with more bounties while grimacing at his sword fighting skills. Until Ahsoka had managed to contact you and urged you to travel to Ossus to use the attachment Grogu had for his own benefit in becoming a Jedi. You hesitantly accepted and made your final goodbyes to Din before reluctantly leaving him.

When you saw him again on Ossus, you ran into him with a warm embrace.

“What are you doing here?” You whispered into his shoulder. He shivered at the quiet words being said close to his ear. It had been a while since you had seen each other, and your voice brought back all the memories of your adventures together.

“I wanted to give Grogu this…” He said, and he pulled away from the embrace to reveal a neatly tied-up cloth from his pocket. You smiled at the shape. “...And I wanted to see you.” You looked up at the T-shaped visor as he said that, a warmth flooding your cheeks. Then you remembered his face from Gideon’s ship, his facial hair, his scruffy helmet hair, and the sadness in his eyes. You wondered what they looked like when he wasn’t so pained by the attachment he had grown on both you and Grogu.

You walked with him along a trail in the thick bamboo forest nearby, catching up on what you both had done in the span of time since you last saw each other. He continued his bounty hunting, and you helped Luke train Grogu while enjoying the tranquillity of the planet while not having to worry about war for once.

As you both walked deeper into the forest, you reached a large circular clearing. You broke from his side and ran towards the centre, where you pulled your lightsaber hilt from your belt and held it out in front of you.

“Let’s see if you’ve improved.” You requested a duel, and the blade expanded from the hilt, covering you in your lightsaber’s glow. You had at least hoped he had improved somewhat, maybe you could bestow your Jedi knowledge onto him.

He copied your actions and removed the hilt from his belt and held it out in front of him, but when he went to ignite the blade, his stance immediately faltered and the blade fell downwards. Just as you expected, he had barely made any improvements, yet you still wanted to see if he could prove you wrong.

You spun your blade around before charging towards him, lunging and swinging your sword down to greet him. He could block most of your attacks where they were predictable to the average person, but it was the speed he was raising his blade to meet yours was where he looked like he was struggling.

By the time he was able to raise the lightsaber to shoulder-length, it was far too heavy to swing to attack you. While he could barely lift the weapon, here you were, dancing around with such grace and mobility, managing to fit in so many spins and tricks with your lightsaber before you would land another blow to his weapon.

Finally, Din could no longer keep up with the fight and succumbed to the weight of the blade and your lightsaber met his beskar with sparks. His weapon hung loosely at his hips, resting the end of it on the ground as the dirt became charred. You sighed and stepped back, retracted your blade and put it away. He did the same.

“You need to learn how to control your weapon.” You said to him. His heavy breathing was being picked up by his vocoder, you had worn him out. You walked up to him and rested your hand on his arm. The heavy breathing had begun to slow, and you tried searching for those eyes you saw long ago, but they were hidden behind his Mandalorian identity.

You gently tugged him to follow you, and he did so diligently. You stopped him at the very centre of the duelling circle, and you slowly walked behind him, not leaving your hand on his arm.

“Hold the weapon.” There was that sweet whispering he loved so much. Maybe you could read his mind, one of those many Jedi tricks you would spring out of nowhere when it would benefit you both, he would be okay with it if that were the case.

He headed your words and removed the hilt from his belt once more and held it out in front of him. Your hand dragged itself down his arm, touching his wrist. He couldn’t feel it through all the beskar and fabric, but stars did his imagination go wild.

“Breathe.” You whispered again. “Let it be a part of you.” He listened, and he drew in a long and deep breath. Either he was doing it for you or because of you, he couldn’t tell. You were very distracting from the teaching you were trying to inflict on him.

He ignited the blade, and almost immediately the blade became too heavy for him and his arm dropped. He began to grow a little frustrated at not being able to master holding the weapon, let alone using it. Your arm, still fitted on his wrist, slunk itself to the other side and underneath, and you began to raise his arm for him. Just like that, it almost seemed like he was holding it like it was a feather.

“Let it be a part of you,” you repeated, “an extension of yourself.” He breathed in deeply once again, but you could still feel the stress and strain his muscles were feeling in preparation to hold it by himself. “Everybody has the force within them,” you said to him, needing to get him in the right mindset to be able to understand the significance of using such a weapon, “it is up to them to embrace it.

“I am no Jedi.” He responded. You took a moment before speaking, letting only the sound of silence and the whirring of the blade’s energy be heard in that time.

“No, you are not.” It was the truth that he wanted to hear, but did he really doubt himself this much? He had admired your swordsmanship, but now that he felt like a child, he knew he could never be on the same skill level as you. “But it does not mean you can’t be one with the force. Close your eyes.” You commanded him

You couldn’t prove if he had his eyes closed, but he did so anyway. “Feel it around you. Feel the life that lives beyond our control, feel the wind in the leaves, and the water flowing in the river. Feel me.” You were making him meditate, he realised this now, and it all felt a little silly to him. He was a damn bounty hunter and he had forgotten that all this Jedi business was an entire religion for you. Yet he wanted to understand how to control the Darksaber, he was doing this for you.

When you said the last part, his mind went straight back to all the times he had cherished you on your adventures together. When he would see you curled up asleep with the kid, or when he would watch you dance with your enemies and your lightsaber gliding through their bodies. He admired you and enjoyed your presence, so he knew what energy he was aiming to feel.

“Clear your mind.” You told him. You had sensed all of the thoughts racing through his head, distracting him from what he was supposed to be focusing on. Feel me. Feel me. Feel me. Your words kept repeating in his mind. This entire time without you and the kid, he felt lonely. He felt as though he was just filling in time until he could see you next. Now that he was finally reunited with you, he could reflect on this growing attachment to you. But now was not the time. You were trying to help him because you cared, so he paused those thoughts for the meantime, and focused on you, and only you.

“Breathe through the blade. Let it be an extension of your hand, it is a part of you now.” You said and he felt peaceful for once. This was the first time in a long while that he wasn’t thinking about his next bounty, or worrying about you and the kid. He felt the movement of your hand graze the fabric of his glove, and he felt the support of your experienced Jedi hands remove itself from him. Your hand still hovered underneath, in case he faltered, but it surprised both you and him when he continued to hold it out in front of him.

He opened his eyes, bewildered at the sight of his own hands being able to hold it properly for once. The strange sensation of your support lingered, so he twisted his wrist to see if it would stay. The weapon felt like nothing to him. There was a perfect distribution of weight along the blade and it was perfectly balanced.

He retracted the blade and turned to you. He watched you smile, the perfect, soft smile he loved. You were proud of him. He reattached the hilt to his belt before he began to reach for the sides of his helmet. Your smile quickly faded. From the surge of positive emotions like satisfaction and being proud of him to the hesitance of watching him leave his identity rendered you frozen.

In a blink of an eye, you saw that face you had remembered from long ago. It was different from how you remembered it. It was thankfully not as sad as you recalled from that time, but you were so close to him that you read his face easily. You ended up taking a small step back at the shock of such an intimate action. In return, he took a step towards you.

“I can’t pretend I don’t miss you anymore.” He admitted. Your heart swelled at his affection, but it popped soon after when you realised how screwed you were. You could say the same to him as well. There wasn’t a day that went by where you weren’t thinking about him one way or another. His face, or what you thought he was up to, or reminiscing on those times you would study his behaviour while he sat piloting the Razor Crest.

You knew you were screwed when you felt the same attachment to him. It was a foolish thing, and you knew Luke would be highly disappointed in you. Grogu, you knew he would forgive because he was still only a child, but you were a trained Jedi. Maybe it was all that built-up trust you had in one another for keeping to his creed, or all the times you saved each other and realised how dead you both would have been without each other’s support.

Now you were the one clouded in your own racing thoughts. Now you were the one whose face was easy to read. So in your state of realisation, he leant down and placed a kiss on your lips. At first, his intent was only a light peck to test the waters. He knew how much your Jedi code meant to you, but he figured that if he had the opportunity, he would take it. Luckily, you pressed your lips into his, perfectly interlocked with each other.

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imnotselfryed · 1 year

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Another child? [d. djarin]

word count: 1.1k (is this even a drabble??)

content/warnings: daughter & father relationship after a bit, mini Ahsoka mention (i had to), din being softer than usual bc grogu softened him up 😭, a sprinkle of angst. Italics means flashback, gif not mines, not proofread :)

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“I can bring you in warm, or I can bring you in cold.” The Mandalorian said to his daily bounty. He’s a busy man and he needed those credits now that he has a small someone to take care of. This bounty though seemed…a bit younger than usual. “Seems fun” You said with all the calm in the world.

“You’ve got 10 seconds before I end this conversation.”

“You could try but I want to get this over with.”

Mando sighed as he gripped your arm harshly. “Let’s go kid. I’m not here to play games.” “Kid? I’ll have you know I’m a grown adult thank you very much,” You said with the best “adult” voice you’ve had. You’ve been on the run after your entire world fell apart. You learned to adapt to your surroundings and environment. It’s a cruel world, galaxy even, so you’ve learned to not be the child you actually are. Mando sighed again as he threw her in the ship. “Well, wow. This is a humble abode.”

“It’s not that impressive. It still works perfectly even though it's probably thousands of years old. Just sit down and be quiet, kid. I’m actually being generous.”

“That's probably the coolest thing you’ve said this entire time.”

Mando stayed silent as he punched in the locations. He had a sad and weird feeling that you were not the adult you say you are. He didn’t exactly want to bring you in, for someone else to potentially hurt you. The mandalorian spoke up, “Well, you don’t see many..smart..bounties, like you, kid. Most end up dying from stress.”

“D’aww you called me smart! I’m so honored” You said sarcastically. It's one of the only ways you have survived all these years, or at least how you survived for the little years you lived. “You must really like sarcasm huh?” “Oh I love sarcasm.”

The Mandalorian continued, “Now tell me…why were you taken in as a bounty? You don’t seem too much of a criminal.”

“Well….Since I was so depressed about…something personal that happened when I was younger, I kind of had a “villain arc” you could say but..I’ve changed. Still sad about it though.” You answered sadly while reminiscing about your past. It all felt like yesterday. “Someone..killed my mother. The only piece of family I’ve had.”

It was a normal day, you were around 8 when it happened. You and your mother were collecting your daily food at the market because everyone was fleeing for their lives. The empire was about to harm everyone and everything that comes in their way, and your planet blocked their view. Your mother on the other hand though, was as calm as you grew up to be. After that, both of you rush outside to see the sky reddened. Your mother crouched down to match the height of you.

“Dear, I love you. You know that right?” She smiled sadly. “I know, Mama.” You say somber, knowing what was about to come next. A bomb, not too far from you and your mother blew up on the ground. Everyone was panicking, trying to evacuate but you really didn’t care. All you cared about was your mother. “Baby, please. Promise me you’ll take care of yourself, find someone that’ll protect you, please be safe,” she said, tears glistening in her eyes. “I will, Mama, don’t worry. Maybe we can find eachother again!” A tear ran down your small cheek as your mother wiped it away. “I hope so.”

A sympathetic look crossed the Mandalorian’s face. Out of all people he definitely knew what it was like to lose a loved one. “I know how difficult that is. I lost mine when I was just a boy. Are you still struggling with your loss though?” Mando sounded softer than usual, he wasn’t as big and bad as he was when he first met her.

“I am…and I’m still so young. Everything happened so fast. I like to act older than I am because It makes me forget about the past. I am actually just a kid.” “I understand. Life can change on the whim of a moment. But, kid, don’t hide your inner child. The galaxy needs some more happiness in it.”

You nod as you stare at your hands, wishing you were stronger and that you were actually able to save your mother. You clench your hands in worry, and in anger. Mando notices this and felt bad for you. “Is..everything okay? Is there something you want to share with me?” “No….it’s alright. I’m alright,” you say sadly while playing with the small ring on your finger, the one your mother gave you. “Look, I’m sorry for your loss, kid. I know you’re trying to stay safe for your sake but holding in that pain isn’t the right answer.”

“I know it’s just…I’m not sure how to talk about my feelings really. I’ve been keeping it all in my entire life.” Mando had a small idea, (eureka /j), something that would protect this young one, and control her stress. “I know just the person to help you with that. A Jedi who guided me through struggles of my own loss. You should find her someday. She can help you kid, I know it.” “Yea…but I’m not Jedi material..plus I don’t want to be one. I think it’d just give me even more stress. They probably wouldn’t be able to handle my sarcasm either” You chuckled. “You’re stuck with me now anyway, Metal man.”

Mando sighed, “So be it.” You smiled a small grin. “So what can I call you anyway?”

“People call me Mando. It’s something I was sworn to be. I have dedicated my life to serve the clan of Mandalore.” “Woah! So your a Mandalorian? That’s so cool!” You said fairly quickly. “I’m just..alive, I guess. Sometimes I wish I was cool,” you sighed as you stared at your ring. “You are pretty cool, kid. Don’t let your past define who you are, you define that, and what future you will have. What will it be,” Mando said, actually curious.

You stayed silent as you thought to yourself. “Find someone who will protect you,” your mother had once told you. You are only 13 now, and have nowhere else to go anymore. You couldn’t survive on your own. The Mandalorian is the only one who could protect you now. “Could I maybe…stay here?”

Mando looked back at her in shock, why would she want to stay here? He thought but she was only a child, he couldn’t just abandon her. He had the same choice with Grogu and he’s like a son to him now. He patted her head, unsure of what to do. “Sure, kid. I promise I'll protect you. We’ll have other adventures also. How does that sound?”

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99tech99 · 7 months

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dude you know what would be hilarious?? if grogu and ahsoka were trolling mando about feeling each others’ thoughts bc they were friends in the temple back in the day.

just try to tell me teenage ahsoka would not have absolutely MELTED at grogu’s adorableness. she would have volunteered to babysit him as often as she could. they established some sort of blinking morse code to communicate.

maybe ahsoka gave grogu his first ball. and then mace or some other stupid counsel member took it away bc ya know#noattachments but ahsoka stole it back and let him play with it when they were together.

and when they were reunited, grogu told her how much mando means to him and he doesnt want to be a jedi and how lost and scared and alone he would be without him. and after the shitshow also known as sabine, ahsoka agrees she wont train him but still wants to give him the chance to become a jedi so she tells them to go to tython.

(that started out as funny thoughts then got bittersweet)

#star wars #ahsoka tano #grogu #mando #the mandalorian #din djarin #star wars ramblings #ahsoka and grogu being temple friends is hc

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Concept art by Christian Alzmann and Erik Tiemens, of the Seeing Stone on Tython. Image from The Mandalorian, Season 2, Episode 6, The Tragedy.

“No, Grogu, we don’t have enough room for one.”

The Mandalorian looked at his petite apprentice and sighed. They had been arguing for over an hour and nothing was going to change his mind.

Grogu grumbled at him and pouted.

“Buddy, like I told you when you first brought this up, we don’t actually have enough land to build it. That’s just the way it is.”

Grogu continued to pout, turned around, and stomped out of the cabin. It was all the Mandalorian could do to not laugh out loud. He’d learned the hard way that Grogu never forgot a slight.

There was the time that Din Djarin had told the little one that he couldn’t have another fresh frozen froglet because it would upset his stomach. Grogu hadn’t been happy about that, but he grudgingly agreed. Then, as the Mandalorian was clearing the table, he tripped over nothing and the one container that went flying was the one with the frogs. Of course Grogu managed to reach it before Din could and of course Grogu ate the froglets as quickly as he could. The next morning Grogu was groaning because he had a stomach ache and didn’t want to do his lessons.

But this time his apprentice had to understand that, even if they had the land, the time, the equipment, a much, much larger ship, Nevarro still didn’t have anything like the history with the Force that Tython had. The Seeing Stone and it’s megaliths would never work here the way they worked there. Din Djarin was certain of it.

Grogu, for his part, was just as adamant that he could make it work.

It was true that Grogu had done some amazing things with the Force. Things that Din Djarin couldn’t explain. But, despite that, he still didn’t think that Grogu was being reasonable when he asked if they could rebuild the Tython temple in their yard on Nevarro. It just seemed like a bad idea to him. Grogu did not agree.

It all started innocently enough. Grogu commented that he’d like to take a trip to Tython. The Mandalorian asked him why and Grogu said he really hadn’t seen very much of the planet and there was supposed to be an abandoned Jedi temple there and maybe if he found it he could tell Luke about it and Luke could use that one for his school rather than the one on Ossus.

“I thought you liked Ossus?”

Din had heard enough about the planet to feel like he had traveled all around it, rather that just spending part of a day there and then being turned away by Ahsoka Tano without ever getting to speak with Grogu.

Grogu had grunted and sighed.

“Does he know you call it ‘Luke’s Jedi Sleep Away Camp’?”

Grogu had giggled. The Mandalorian loved that sound. It meant everything to him. The joy and happiness of childhood encapsulated in a single sound.

“Okay. I understand. Anyway, why would the Jedi have more than one temple on the same planet? That seems strange, doesn’t it?”

It had been a simple observation. A simple question. Mandalorians tended to build something once and that was that. Except when it came to capitals. They had duplicated many of the features of Keldabe when they moved the capital to Sundari. He had been happy about that after their trip to Keldabe.

Grogu however was silent. He didn’t answer the question and he didn’t ask for food or anything else. He closed his eyes and his lips began to move in an out. The Mandalorian had never seen him do that before.

When Grogu finally opened his eyes and stopped the whole lip thing, he chirped, cooed and chattered at his dad, at a rapid pace that Din Djarin could barely keep up with.

“Buddy, what do you mean you want to move the temple here? Where here? And which temple? No, not which temple, why? Why do this at all?”

Then Grogu gave the Mandalorian all of his reasons at once. He’d be able to keep track of Luke and Ahsoka and any other Jedi who remained in the galaxy. And he would be able to communicate with them. Then they could build the school on Nevarro as well and Grogu could keep an eye on the younglings. That meant also meant that it would be the first Jedi temple built someplace the Sith had never built a temple. So it couldn’t be corrupted. Easy peasy.

“Grogu, Luke already has his school built. I don’t know if he has any students, but he has the buildings. He must have picked Ossus for a good reason. Ahsoka Tano must have told Luke about the seeing stone and other temple on Tython, but he still chose Ossus.”

Grogu grumbled that Luke chose Ossus because he thought he might find holocrons there, but they were already gone.

“Does Luke know they’re gone?”

If there was ever a question Din Djarin shouldn’t have asked, that apparently was the one. Grogu had explained to his master that they were gone, but when he was on Tython he felt two of them calling out to him. Luke did not believe him. Grogu even told Luke the names of the two masters, but still Luke didn’t believe him. Grogu reminded Luke that he was older than the young man and had studied more Jedi history than Luke could have in his few years of training. Apparently Luke got very upset with that and told Grogu that Master Yoda had guided Luke to Ossus. Then he had sent Grogu to meditate until he learned how to be respectful to his Master. Grogu had missed lunch, dinner, and breakfast the next morning. That had not been the Way!

“Okay, buddy. I get it. If we go there, we could look for the holocrons, but we are not going to transport a Jedi temple back here just so you can prove to Luke that you are stronger in the Force than he is. I know you mean well, but some people just have to learn certain lessons in their own way and in their own time.”

Grogu started a whole new rant about protecting the temple, preventing Moff Gideon or one of his clones from going back there, giving Grogu a place to train, and saving them time from having to travel back and forth to Tython so he could use the Seeing Stone to contact Luke or Ahsoka if he needed to without going to Ossus.

That brought them right back to not having enough room on their plot on Nevarro. Grogu couldn’t argue with that…

Din Djarin heard a strange sound and the whole cabin began to shudder. He ran out of the cabin to find Grogu holding both of his hands up. The Mandalorian swirled around and tried not to laugh. IT would just encourage him.

“Grogu! Put the N-1 back on the landing pad. This is not the way to make more room for your temple. I’ll talk to Karga and see if he can find a space for it. Okay? Now, put it down… gently, gently.”

Uff. Now, where was he going to find a transport for megaliths?

#calendar prompt a day #the mandalorian #din djarin #grogu

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Clan of Three (Book 2) Chapter Thirteen

Father Figure! Mandalorian/Din Djarin x Teen! Reader

Chapter Thirteen: The Allies

Summary: Mando deals with (Y/N)'s dagger being destroyed and having fought with them. (Y/N) deals with being along and decides how they want to deal with Gideon.

Mando stood among the rubble of the Razorcrest staring down at the reflected destruction of his life. His ship was gone, never to return, just as his kids were gone. Grogu and (Y/N) had been taken by the Empire. Mando had failed them. From within the debris, he caught sight of three metallic glints.

Mando first found the beskar staff. Solemnly, he picked it up and strapped it to his back.

Then, he crouched and picked up the second item. His heart clenched. It was the metal sphere Grogu enjoyed playing with. The guilt of allowing the child to be injured grew larger. He forced himself to keep going.

Mando picked up the final item. His breath caught in pain. It was (Y/N)’s dagger. It was bent, unusable now, but unmistakably theirs. It was the dagger they had stabbed into the Razorcrest during their argument.

Their argument.

Mando’s heart clenched as he struggled to contain his guilt. The last thing he had done with (Y/N) before they were taken was have an argument. He had made them feel unwanted. For all he knew, they didn’t think he was going to save them.

Mando steeled himself. He wouldn’t let either of his kids feel abandoned. He’d rescue them. He had to. He couldn’t leave them.

Mando turned to face Boba and Fennec. “In exchange for your armor, will you help me bring my foundlings back?”

Fennec shrugged. “Why not, I met the Ushti, and if nothing else, they’re tough. And they tried to make sure that idiot rookie you worked with last time didn’t kill me, so that’s a good mark in my book.”

Boba nodded. “It is an honorable deal. And although I was not raised in Mandalorian customs, foundlings are children. They shouldn’t be harmed, especially not by the Empire. Besides, my father was a foundling.”

Mando nodded. He was uncertain about Fennec, but Boba seemed to be a fair Mandalorian(? Mando wasn’t sure what his status was), and she worked with him, so he was willing to work with them both. Besides, Mando would risk his life a thousand times over in order to save his kids. He would do anything for them. He would make as many deals with as many people as necessary to get to them.

Grogu, (Y/N). I’m coming. I swear it on my honor as a Mandalorian.

(Y/N) knelt in the cell they had been thrown in. They were panicked, angry, scared. So they did the only thing they could do. They asked the world to help them. Ahsoka said they were all connected. Maybe, just maybe, Mando would hear them. Maybe he’d come.

Gods of Ushti, the great Mand’alors of Mandalore, Force of the Jedi. (Y/N) shifted, unsure of how to continue. Whoever, whatever is out there…Please, tell Mando I’m sorry. I didn’t want to argue with him. I just didn’t want to leave him. So, please, don’t let our last words to each other be a fight. Please…

(Y/N) was jolted from their thoughts as two stormtroopers stepped into their cell. They tensed as the men approached and tried to grab them. On instinct, (Y/N) threw their hands out. The stormtroopers slammed into the sides of the cell. As the door slid open again and Moff Gideon stepped in with another entourage of stormtroopers, (Y/N) was still focused on the two stormtroopers who had first invaded. They narrowed their eyes and curled their fists.

Gideon watched in fascination as the stormtroopers clutched their throats as (Y/N) cut off their air supply. They let out a breath as the stormtroopers fell unconscious, and they let the bodies fall. They panted as the exhaustion of their vision and using their abilities overtook them once more. (Y/N) narrowed their eyes as they saw Gideon and his stormtroopers, but as his entourage raised their blasters, (Y/N) couldn’t attack.

“For no training, you’ve certainly improved since last time,” observed Gideon in sick amusement. “I hope that means your M-count is more concentrated. Perhaps that will be the key to my little project.”

“I can’t wait to kill you,” muttered (Y/N), glaring at Gideon. “Because I will.”

Gideon’s amused smirk fell, and he removed the hilt of a weapon from his belt. It resembled Ahsoka’s lightsaber hilts, and sure enough, when he ignited it, a blade of energy extended. However, unlike Ahsoka’s swords of pure light, this blade was darkness incarnate, sucking all light into it like a black hole.

Still, (Y/N) felt a stirring around them as they gazed at it. There was a soft whisper, barely discernable, too soft to make out the words, echoing in their mind as they stared at it. Unconsciously, (Y/N)’s fingers twitched at their sides in an attempt to reach out.

“I have the power to end you and all those you hold dear in a moment,” said Gideon. He gazed at the blade. “And with this, I have the ability to rule. Tell me again how a nobody Ushti plans to kill me?”

“Why would I tell you my plan when I can just show you one day?” snapped (Y/N).

Gideon scoffed and brought the saber close to (Y/N)’s neck. They swallowed and forced their face to betray no fear, even as the burn and crackle of the energized blade flicked their skin. “We shall see, Ushti, but I doubt you have a chance. Now, rest up. Soon Dr. Pershing will arrive, and the real fun will begin.”

Gideon stood and deactivated the blade. “Shackle them. Clearly they’re not as helpless as they were.” He turned and left as the stormtroopers surged forward to bind (Y/N).

Dad…Please come.

The Force rippled as it felt to the young Ushti’s conviction.

Mando stood before the scanner at the imperial base. It fruitlessly scanned his helmeted face and beeped angrily. If he didn’t allow it to scan his face, it wouldn’t allow him into the system, and Mando needed to get into the system to rescue (Y/N) and Grogu. His heart clenched as the computer warned him once more.

“Facial Scan Incomplete,” it beeped. “Ten seconds to system shutdown.”

Dad…

Mando tensed as a slight whisper echoed through the air. He steeled himself. He was willing to risk everything for his kids. Mando lifted the helmet.

“Sir,” said one of Moff Gideon’s officers.

Gideon turned from where he was impatiently awaiting Dr. Pershing’s arrival. As soon as the doctor was on the ship, Gideon could continue with his experiments. He had the assets. He had everything he needed to succeed in his goals. It was right there within reach.

So when he heard the slightly offput voice of Elia Kane, Gideon grew suspicious, and he raised an eyebrow questioningly.

“You should see this,” reported Kane, turning on a holographic recorded message.

Gideon narrowed his eyes as he saw the Mandalorian, armored in his gleaming beskar, stare out from the hologram.

“Moff Gideon,” said the cold voice of Mando, deadly even through the recording. “You have something I want. You may think you have some idea what you are in possession of, but you do not. Soon, they’ll both be back with me. They mean more to me than you will ever know.”

Gideon narrowed his eyes. The Mandalorian was coming.

Mando and Boba Fett stepped into the bar, and all heads turned to them, both in their armor and helmets. They paid no mind and looked for Bo-Katan and Koska, who sat in a small corner table. Mando and Boba approached as bar patrons watched with curious fear. The two Mandalorians at the table turned to face them. Bo-Katan raised an eyebrow.

“I need your help,” said Mando, getting straight to the point.

“Not all Mandalorians are bounty hunters,” said Bo-Katan curtly. “Some of us serve a higher purpose.”

As the tension rose, the rest of the bar patrons furtively escaped the bar.

“They took the Child and (Y/N),” said Mando.

Bo-Katan’s gaze shifted from hostile to worry, if just minutely. “Who?”

“Moff Gideon,” said Mando.

Bo-Katan’s eyes grew piteous. “You’ll never find them.”

Boba looked at Mando, sensing his frustration. “We don’t need these two. Let’s get outta here.”

Offended, Koska and Bo-Katan glared up at him. Bo-Katan shifted, ready to get up out of her chair if necessary. “You are not Mandalorian.”

“Never said I was,” said Boba, though the signet of the Mythosaur on his armor would say otherwise.

“I didn’t know sidekicks were allowed to talk,” jabbed Koska.

Boba chuckled. “Well, if that isn’t the Quacta calling the Stifling slimy.” He stepped towards the table, and Koska rose to face him. “Easy there, little one,” warned Boba.

“You’ll be talking through the window of a bacta tank,” spat Koska.

Bo-Katan raised a hand, warning Koska off. “Alright, easy. Save it for the imps.” Koska glared at Boba but sat back down.

“We have his coordinates,” said Mando.

Bo-Katan was instantly invested. “You can bring me to Moff Gideon?”

“The Moff has a light cruiser,” continued Mando. “It could be helpful in your effort to regain Mandalore.

“You gotta be kidding me. Mandalore?” scoffed Boba. “The Empire turned that planet to glass.”

“You are a disgrace to your armor,” said Bo-Katan, her voice even and vile.

Boba turned to Bo-Katan fully. “This armor belonged to my father.”

“Don’t you mean your donor?” said Bo-Katan pointedly.

“Careful, princess.” Boba’s voice was low, dangerous.

Bo-Katan and Koska stood. “You’re a clone,” said Bo-Katan, smirking. “I’ve heard your voice thousands of times.”

“Mine might be the last one you hear,” warned Boba.

Koska attacked, attempting to punch Boba, who blocked and threw her into another table. He fired a grappling wire around Koska’s wrist, and she grabbed it, pulling Boba towards her. She kneed him in the stomach, forcing him to double over. Using her jetpack, she ran up the wall, twisted over Boba, and slammed him into the ground. Boba rolled to his feet, and he and Koska both activated their flamethrowers.

“Enough! Both of you!” commanded Bo-Katan. “If we had shown half that spine to the Empire we would’ve never lost our planet!” Boba and Koska deactivated their flamethrowers, still watching each other warily. Bo-Katan turned to Mando. “We will help you. In exchange, we will keep that ship to retake Mandalore.”

“You can have whatever you want. Focus on finding the Child and (Y/N). You owe them for helping you take that freighter,” said Mando.

Bo-Katan nodded in acknowledgement. “If you should manage to finish your quest, I would have you reconsider joining our efforts. Mandalorians have been in exile from our home world for far too long. And one more thing. Gideon has a weapon that once belonged to me. It is an ancient weapon that can cut through anything.”

“Almost anything,” corrected Koska.

Bo-Katan inclined her head. “It cannot cut through pure beskar. I will kill the Moff and retake what is rightfully mine. With the Darksaber restored to me, Mandalore will finally be within reach.”

“Help me find the Child and (Y/N) and you can have whatever you want,” said Mando. He didn’t care what Bo-Katan did with Gideon or any weapons she found. He just wanted his kids safe. “They are my only priority.”

Mando would rescue them.

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I find it interesting seeing arguments about how of the three main people in relationships with Anakin, Ahsoka is the most "normal" about him. I'd actually argue that Ahsoka is not the most normal about Anakin, Obi-Wan is.

Obi-Wan is the only one who can remember Anakin as he was without denying who he's become. While I don't blame Ahsoka for simply... not knowing what happened to Anakin post Order 66, once she feels his presence in Rebels, she spends an entire year trying to find evidence that will refute what she already effectively knows. And when she finally faces him, the moment Anakin gives her a reason to believe it's NOT him, she takes it and decides it's true. Obi-Wan really isn't given a lot of time to sit in this place because he's shown the hologram of Anakin pretty quickly, but there's no attempt by Obi-Wan to try to excuse what Anakin's done, to try to tell Yoda that maybe Anakin was brainwashed or the security recording was tampered with. He accepts that Anakin's betrayed them fairly quickly in a way Ahsoka appears to struggle more with.

Ahsoka also is appearing to have trouble ten years down the line remembering Anakin without fear and anger. When dealing with Grogu and his own issues with fear and anger, Ahsoka refuses to have anything to do with him and just passes off the responsibility onto someone else specifically because he reminds her too much of Anakin. She no longer believes Grogu could EVER become a good Jedi because she knows what Anakin became. She can't remember Anakin positively now that she can't deny what he became, the things he did. Contrast that with the way Obi-Wan "separates" Anakin and Vader when speaking to Luke. He doesn't deny what Anakin's done because he says it pretty plainly when explaining it to Luke, that Anakin betrayed and hunted down the Jedi to the point of near extinction. But he can also extol some of his virtues, that he was a good warrior and a good pilot and is even capable of calling him a good friend. He can remember Anakin fondly without denying what Anakin has become and the things he's done. Anakin WAS a good friend, but he IS a traitor and an enemy.

Obi-Wan is the only one who can walk away. Obi-Wan may not land a killing blow on Mustafar, but he refuses to help Anakin and definitely leaves him to die. His choice to let Anakin live on the moon near Jabiim isn't about being unable to kill Anakin for Anakin's sake, but for his own. It would destroy Obi-Wan and require a sacrifice Obi-Wan is unwilling to give in order to kill Anakin. Obi-Wan would have to give in to anger and grief and pain to do it, which would mean making the same mistakes Anakin did. Obi-Wan's not capable of holding Anakin prisoner or giving him a trial, but he's unwilling to simply murder Anakin when he's defeated and incapable of truly defending himself either. Obi-Wan refuses to let himself become what Anakin's become.

Ahsoka refuses to walk away. Once she gets that confirmation that Vader is Anakin, she abandons Kanan and Ezra in order to never leave Anakin again because she's so caught up in her own guilt over the possibility that her leaving the Order may have led to Anakin's fate. She can't walk away. She can't save him, and the knowledge that she can't save him destroys her. She doesn't want to face or accept that she can't save him, so she stays in the Sith battlestation with Anakin, presumably hoping that she can kill 3 birds with 1 stone here: the battlestation gets destroyed, Anakin goes down with it, and she can die with him. At the very least if she dies and Anakin survives, she can die knowing she didn't abandon him again. Ahsoka cannot walk away, for herself or anyone else. Not initially, at least. Not until she gets literally pulled out of time by Ezra and forced to see him confront his own attachments.

Ahsoka is unwilling to hurt or kill Anakin once she knows it's him. Her angry declaration of "I will avenge his death" comes when she can still pretend Vader isn't Anakin, her cutting the mask off only happens before she gets the confirmation that he IS Anakin. The moment she gets it, the moment she can no longer pretend, she's pretty solidly on defense and nothing else and then she does one kamikaze move where she literally kneels in front of Anakin and theoretically is going to allow him to strike her down. She blames herself for what's happened to him and so can't truly fight him any more than she can walk away from him.

Ahsoka is so consumed by her relationship with Anakin and her inability to comprehend and accept that the Master she loved and the nightmare he became are the same person keeps her from being able to truly move on, even ten years down the line from discovering his betrayal. She's not the LEAST normal about him, that distinction I think will always likely have to be Padme's, but she's also not the MOST normal about him because Ahsoka's relationship to him was always based on lies, and seen through a child's rose colored lenses.

Obi-Wan raised Anakin, he understands Anakin's flaws, he knows Anakin can be arrogant and reckless and overconfident, he knows where that comes from in Anakin's past. He CHOOSES to have faith in Anakin, he CHOOSES to see the best in him and believe that Anakin can overcome his struggles. It's not an inability to see the truth about Anakin so much as it is an active choice to let Anakin have the space to make mistakes and a belief that even when Anakin stumbles, he'll get back up and find his balance again. It's also just a lack of information about how hard Anakin's stumbled to some degree.

Ahsoka doesn't have that foundation, she's a child with a Master she looks up to as a hero and someone she wants SO BADLY to emulate and impress. She CAN'T view him normally because she never truly gets the chance to evolve their relationship into something more equal, so when the truth of Anakin finally becomes known to her, it collides pretty hard with that childish rose colored version that exists in her memories. She doesn't truly have a way to combine the two versions of Anakin into a way that makes sense to her the way Obi-Wan is capable of doing. Which sucks for her because it leaves her in a limbo, unable to move on and unable to go back.

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Deeds Not Less Valiant

Pairing: Din Djarin x OFC (Tala Pavan)

Rating: PG-13

CHAPTER TWO

Summary: Din and Grogu have a small adventure.

Din didn’t mind the walk home from town. He could have bought a speeder bike — there was always a cheap one available somewhere — but the cabin wasn’t that far outside of town and walking was good exercise. It also gave him a chance to talk with Grogu; or rather, talk at Grogu. He had a good rapport with the child, and he’d always found talking a bit overrated, but he envied those like Tala and Skywalker and Ahsoka who could communicate with him nonverbally.

��You like her?,” he asked. Grogu made an affirmative sound. “Good. I like her, too.” Grogu arched an eyebrow and let one ear tip fall. “Not like that. I mean, she seems like a good person, and she puts up with you.”

Truth be told, he found his feelings for Tala a bit confusing. He had always worked well with women. Unlike some males, he did not see them as inferior in combat or any other sphere of life. The Armorer was the most honorable person he’d ever known, and Lady Bo-Katan had her faults, but she was a born leader. Marshall Dune was fierce, but fair, and as for Fennic Shand … he’d certainly hesitate to cross her or anyone she cared about. He respected and liked them all, but had never seen them as girls.

Din liked girls. He remembered a day during his training when one of his fellow apprentices had confessed that he “liked” boys, and Din had thought carefully about this and come to the conclusion that he “liked” girls. He’d just never done anything about it. The less combative forms of interaction with the opposite gender were a foreign concept to him. He could fight a woman, fight alongside a woman, make a deal with a woman, even kill a woman if she was his enemy, but he’d never dated a woman. It just seemed frivolous to him, and besides, how many non-Mandalorian women would understand a man who couldn’t eat or drink with them? Dating involved dinners and picnics and other social events that were difficult, if not impossible, for one who followed The Way so religiously. And while he knew many people who were willing to pay (or be paid) for physical affection, he had never felt comfortable going that route.

Grogu gave him the side eye. “Okay, so maybe a little bit like that,” Din admitted. “But don’t tell her. I don’t want her to get the wrong idea. This is about you, not me. It’s good for you to be around someone who shares your abilities, even just a little bit. She can teach you things I can’t.”

Grogu nodded and took another bite of his namba patty. Din’s stomach growled, but he ignored his hunger. He could eat when they returned home and he’d put Grogu down for a nap. The namba patty smelled delicious, though, much better than the ration bar he’d wolf down at home. This is the Way, he reminded himself. He would eat in solitude, removing his helmet just long enough to refuel his body. Quick foods were best.

His mind wandered to the stories Axe Woves and some of the other less strict Mandalorians told of the traditional foods their families had prepared, before the Purge. Things so spicy that anyone not raised Mandalorian would have a hard time stomaching them. Rich, meaty stews. Hearty casseroles brimming with peppers. Fruit studded cakes … His stomach growled again, louder.

Grogu broke off a piece of . his namba patty and held it out. “Da.” When Din ignored him, he waggled the food and repeated his command. “Da! Patu.”

“Thank you,” Din said reluctantly. He took the morsel of food and slipped it under the bottom of his helmet, careful to expose as little of his chin as possible. As usual, Grogu tilted his head to peek, but there was nothing to see. Din was very careful about that. The namba was delicious, and Din wished he had bought two patties. He could have saved his for home, and eaten it almost as quickly as a ration bar.

Grogu broke off another bite and offered it, but Din shook his head. “No, you eat it. I have food at home.”

Grogu made a face that indicated his thoughts on ration bars. Still, he shoved the namba into his own mouth and seemed content. “Look, jorga birds!” Din drew the child’s attention to a flock of the yellow creatures that were migrating through the area this time of year. They were rare, but beginning to flourish now that Karga had designated a portion of the land to the south of town as farmland and wetland. Slowly but surely, Nevarro was transforming into a place many different creatures could call home.

“Ja,” Grogu said, solemnly watching the birds fly overhead. Din wondered what he was thinking inside that tiny green head. Tala could tell me. He dismissed that thought. No use being envious of a talent he could never have, and Tala was not a tool for him to use. She was a friend. Nothing more, nothing less.

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When they reached the cabin, Din found the message light blinking on his terminal. “Play inside until I’ve watched this,” he told Grogu as he set him on the ground. The child toddled off toward the small box of toys (many of which were just pieces of junk the kid had taken a shine to) that sat in the corner of the main room.

Din pressed the playback button. The blue tinged image of Captain Carson Teva appeared. “Got a job for you, if you want it,” Teva said with no preamble. “We’ve heard rumors about a warlord funneling arms to some very shadowy figures who might be Imperial sympathizers. No proof, of course, so the New Republic won’t do anything. But if someone were to go after him, say because of a rumored bounty on his head, he might be willing to talk to save his own skin. I’ve attached the details. Teva out.”

Din quickly reviewed the information. Garan Vookto was a Duros on Prallti who did a brisk trade in legal and illegal goods. He had a network of operatives spread across the planet but his personal retinue was small, in keeping with the low profile he cultivated. A modest compound, more personal servants than bodyguards … Vookto was complacent.

“Hey, kid, want to go hunting?”

Grogu dropped the ball he was holding and pricked up his ears.

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Din swept Vookto’s compound with his binocs. One guard sitting in the shade next to the main entrance. A security droid mounted over the back door. “Piece of cake,” he said softly. Grogu cooed hopefully. Kid was always hungry. “Not literally. But we’ll get you a snack once we’re through. There were some food stalls a few blocks back.”

Grogu nodded. He was tucked into his hover pram, which gave him maximum mobility and protection while they were on the hunt. Din checked the electronic tether that would keep the pram within a set distance from his armor and loosened the blaster on his hip. He still missed his amban rifle but he had feelers out for a new one. “Let’s go.”

They moved quickly and quietly to the back door. Din nodded and Grogu used his powers to throw a rock on the opposite side of the alley. The security droid swiveled to track the movement and Din blasted the connection on the back of its mechanism. The lights faded as the droid drooped. It was merely damaged, not destroyed.

At the door, Din slapped a lockpicker module on the keypad and after a few high speed rounds of beeps, the door slid open. He and Grogu slipped inside, heads swiveling as they surveyed the interior. Grogu gave a little grunt and pointed to the left. His ears must have picked up something. Din nodded and signaled for Grogu to follow closely.

A few meters down the hall, Din could hear what had drawn Grogu’s attention. Music was playing and someone was half humming, half singing along. Water splashed now and then. Could they really have caught Vookto in the bath? He held up his hand, indicating he wanted Grogu to wait. Then he walked silently down the hall until he reached a door. Once glance at Grogu, a quick nod, and he tapped the door release.

“Not now, Om’sara. I’m only halfway through the first movement of the concerto.”

“I think you’re done,” Din said, stepping through the door, blaster trained on Vookto. The Duros’ red eyes blinked twice and he dropped his sponge into the water with a splash.

“Who are you? How did you get in here?” Vookto reached for a button on the vanity table beside the bed.

Din shook his head and gestured with the blaster. “Don’t even think about it,” he said quietly. “I have you covered and my associate is outside in the hall. Your guard wouldn’t stand a chance.”

Vookto’s skin paled a bit and the distinctive smell of Durosian oil filled the air. That was the worst thing about frightening a Duros; their oil sacs filled and it took a long time to get the smell out of one’s nostrils. “What do you want?” Vookto’s voice was strained.

“Well,” said Din, relaxing his stance a bit, cocking one knee, “I could simply take you in and collect the bounty, but I’ve heard some interesting rumors about you. Things that the New Republic might be curious to find out. And to be honest, they pay better than the guy who put a price on your head.”

Vookto shifted in the bath, the water sloshing against the rim. “You want names,” he said.

Din nodded. “Names, locations … anything you can give me that will net me more credits than your stinking hide.”

“I can’t help it,” Vookto hissed. “It’s an involuntary reaction.”

Din waved the blaster impatiently. “Look, give me something worth my time, or you’re coming with me.”

Vookto sighed. “Very well. Just … let me get dried off and dressed.”

Din shook his head. “Names. Locations. Now.” He pulled a voice recorder out of his pouch with his free hand and pressed the record button with his thumb.

Vookto rattled off several names, then paused. Din signaled him to continue. Another deep sigh and Vookto spat out a few more names. “That’s all I know,” he said. “I swear.”

“It’ll do,” Din said, clicking off the recorder. “Come on in, Grogu.”

The hover pram drifted into the doorway behind him. Grogu wrinkled his nose. “Poo,” he said.

Vookto’s eyes widened. “That’s your associate? Are you kidding me?”

Din holstered his blaster. “Young Grogu is a Mandalorian apprentice. I’m teaching him the ropes. We’ve done all right so far.” He tossed the recorder to Grogu, who neatly caught it and stowed it in his pram. Din inclined his head toward Vookto. “If you don’t mind, give us five minutes to clear out before you notify your bodyguard. And if I were you, I’d call the droid repairman after that. Your security droid is in need of repair.”

He turned and walked quickly out of the bath and down the hall, Grogu floating smoothly behind him.

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Tala knew when Din and Grogu had arrived long before the chime at her door. Grogu was mentally shouting :Neeli! Good kitty!: and :Tala! Lots to tell!:

“Someone’s excited,” she said as she opened the door and Grogu bounced into her arms.

“He’s been saying ‘Nee’ and ‘Ta’ all the way here,” Din said. “And I’m sure he wants to tell you all about his latest adventure.”

:Blue man in a bathtub. And he was stinky!:

“A stinky blue man in a bathtub? Am I hearing him right?”

Din grunted. It might have been a laugh. “We had some business with a Duros. A minor warlord who we surprised in the bath. I must have startled him.”

“I’ll bet you did,” Tala said, suppressing a laugh of her own as she got an image from Grogu of Din standing over the tub, blaster in hand. “I didn’t realize you took Grogu along when you … do whatever it is you do.”

:Hunting.: Grogu supplied helpfully.

“I do some freelance work for the New Republic,” Din said. “I used to be a bounty hunter, but that was a bit too dangerous with a youngling in tow. I also work for High Magistrate Karga now and then.”

It wasn’t much of an answer, but Tala sensed it was all she was going to get from him at the moment. Besides, Grogu would supply more than enough details for her to get a clearer picture. She still wasn’t quite sure what side of the law Din Djarin operated on — more likely he straddled the line — but that wasn’t her concern. She was just the babysitter. She certainly couldn’t get into trouble for that.

“Speaking of Greef, I should be going. Be good, kid.” Din patted Grogu’s head.

:Always good: Grogu protested.

“I bought some snacks for him, and Neeli has a new toy that will keep them both busy for a while. He’ll be fine. Enjoy your meeting.”

Din nodded, his helmet reflecting the light from her window, blinding her for a brief moment. Then he was gone. Tala put Grogu on the floor, and he immediately toddled off, calling “Nee!” Neeli was perched on the back of the sofa, where she had been warily eyeing the big shiny man. When Tala had adopted her, the shelter worker had warned her that the tooka was shy around men; perhaps she’d been mistreated by one in her past. Now she leapt down and tackled Grogu, who giggled with delight as the cat playfully kicked at him with her hind legs. Neeli was a fierce hunter if any small vermin entered the house, but she was gentle with Tala and Grogu, keeping her claws retracted and pulling her punches.

Tala watched them tumble around on the floor. She should get started on folding the laundry she’d done that morning, or scrubbing out the sink, but instead her thoughts drifted to Din. She didn’t know much about Mandalorians; no one did, really, except for the Mandalorians themselves. She knew they were warriors, that weapons figured heavily in their religion, that their armor held great significance. She’d also heard rumors around town that Din never removed his helmet, not even for the High Magistrate.

:Hungry:

Grogu looked up at her expectantly. Neeli sat beside him, her tail curled neatly over her paws. A couple of little beggars. Tala laughed. “Okay, snack time. Blue fruit for you and tooka biscuits for you.”

:Blue fruit!: Grogu’s eyes were shining. :That’s the best:

“There was a sale this week, and I remembered you like them,” she said. “But don’t expect them every time. Your dad was right; they are expensive.” She pulled a bowl of the plump little fruits from the cooling chamber and the box of biscuits from the cupboard.

Once Grogu and Neeli had finished their snacks, Tala brought out the new toy. It was simple, just a bit of synth fur tied to a string attached to a long stick, but Neeli was crazy for it. Tala showed Grogu how to use the stick to make the puff of fur move like a tiny prey creature, and soon Neeli was jumping and pouncing and leaping like a madbeast while Grogu squealed with excitement. :Best toy ever!:

She accomplished a few chores in between watching their escapades, and by the time Neeli was panting and ready to retreat to her basket, she felt she’d done enough not to feel guilty about snuggling up with Grogu for more story time.

:Finish about the bone witch: he demanded.

“Okay, but only if you tell me about the stinky man in the bathtub when I’m done.”

Grogu nodded firmly. :That’s a good story. It has Dad in it.:

“So Hanta and Greema crept slowly along the side of the castle, searching for a way in …”

Grogu curled against her, his eyes and ears drooping, until she heard a tiny little snore. “Neeli tuckered you out, didn’t she, little guy?” Actually, a nap didn’t sound too bad. She closed her eyes, just for a moment.

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Din was concerned when he pressed the door chime and there was no answer. He used his lockpicker to open the door, hand on his blaster just in case. It only took a moment to realize why Tala hadn’t answered the door. She and Grogu were asleep on the couch, while the tooka was curled up in a basket on a high shelf. Probably wore them both out, he thought. Grogu was certainly a handful at times.

“Kid,” he said softly. Grogu’s ears pricked up.

“Da,” Grogu said quietly, tipping his head toward Tala. Her head was slumped awkwardly onto her shoulder, her mouth slightly open, loose strands of hair standing out around her face. She would probably be appalled at Din seeing her like that, but he thought she looked nice. Relaxed. Comfortable.

“Wake her up quietly,” he whispered. Grogu nodded and laid a hand gently on Tala’s arm. Her eyes fluttered open and she smiled at Grogu. Din amended his assessment. Beautiful, he thought, before dismissing the idea.

“Oh, hi,” she said, turning toward him. Her brow furrowed. “How did you get in?”

“Lockpicker,” Din admitted. “You didn’t answer my chime so I was worried …”

She smiled. “Of course. Sorry about falling asleep on the job, but he looked so cozy.”

Grogu bounced to the floor, picking up a long stick with a bit of fur tied to it by a long string. “Nee,” he babbled.

“Neeli’s new toy,” Tala explained. “They had an intense play session.”

Din nodded. “Did you feed him?” He bent to pick Grogu up, gently prying the toy from his hand.

“He had some fruit but that was a while ago. He’s probably hungry again.” She paused, her head tilted. “Make that definitely hungry again.”

“We’ll pick something up on the way home. Do you need more money for snacks? For next week?” He knew he should be going, but he was reluctant to end the conversation.

She shook her head. “I’m good. The fruit was on sale so I have plenty left.” She tucked some stray hair behind her ear. “Maybe … maybe next week we can all have lunch together. After your meeting.”

Din stiffened. “I always eat alone,” he said. He saw her disappointment. “But thank you for the offer.” Grogu’s ears drooped a little. “We should be going.”

“Yes, yes, of course. See you next week.” Tala squeezed Grogu’s hand and gave him a smile.

“Ta,” the youngling said.

When they were outside, Grogu gave him a Look. “You know I can’t take the helmet off, kid,” Din told him. “Not even around you.” Grogu’s ears drooped a bit further and he gripped Din’s finger tightly. “This is the Way.”

“Di da da wa,” Grogu said solemnly.

#the mandalorian #star wars #grogu #din djarin #fanfic #baby yoda #pedro pascal #din djarin x original female character #tooka cat

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miguelo-hara · 1 year

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Anniebanannie I just want to tell you (yet AGAIN) how much of a blessing your gifs are on my dash, on my life, on my entire existenceee! I've been quite disappointed with Mando this season (do share your thoughts if you have time to spare, I'd love to hear them!) but seeing your gifs just make it all the better! Sending you tons of love 🤍🤍🤍

man idk what else to say but thank you?? i always feel so blessed seeing a message from you in my inbox 🥺🥺

yeah honestly this season of mando is not it i can't believe we waited 2 years for this 😭😭 where did my space western go?? why is din a side character now?? like literally in s1 and s2 i had an abundance of din moments i could gif, and in some episodes this season it was like searching for scraps 🥲

episode 1 was alright but it was just kinda downhill from there, though i do feel like they're kinda picking it up again with ep 7. but i still don't like how much it focuses on bo-katan (who i've never been a huge fan of and because of this season even less so). i am so very scared with what will happen to din in the finale, i've seen many different theories going around and none of them predict anything good. and i really don't like this "marvel-fication" of star wars, with almost all the shows weaving into eachother and what will seem to culminate in a movie what will basically be star wars: endgame. like i don't care about thrawn mentions leave that for the ahsoka series and give me back my father and son show 😠

i just get very upset and frustrated when media has so much wasted potential. what i would've loved to see is din being separated from grogu from an entire season, and get some character growth from both of them. does din really want to go back to his bounty hunting days like nothing happend? does he really want to redeem himself in the living waters, or does he want to live by his own ways and be able to show his face to his son? maybe we see grogu struggling more with his training because he can't let go of his attachment to din, so it would make more sense for him to choose din in the end because he would never be able to be a full jedi.

i'm very curious to see what the finale will be and how it will set up season 4, just let din be alright i don't care about anything else 😭

#.ask #and don't resolve the finale in a different show!!! >:(#idk i have a lot of thoughts and i sometimes find it hard to express them all but this is the broad gist of it 😅#and it's already been subtly hinted at that mando sets up the sequels with the cloning and everything... but man i wish it didn't #i wish this was just it's own contained show in the star wars universe and had nothing to do with the skywalkers whatsoever

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Quick question about blooms....

What if Luke had decided after waking up, but before getting his prosthetic arm that he didn't want to be on Mandolor anymore.

That he just didn't want to talk to Din, and Anakin (mostly because he was afraid that they were either going to hurt him or tell him they hate him.)

And he just kept telling Kix, and Omera over and over that he wants to leave. That he just wants to stop hurting. That he doesn't feel safe, and just wants to go so he could hopefully meet people who actually genuinely love, and care about him. And hopefully make a family of his own, so he will never be alone again.

How would Kix, and Omera react to this? What would they say? Would they try to convince him to give the people of Mandalor...give his husband and daddy just one more chance to prove themselves to him. Or would they let him go?

Obviously they would tell Din and Anakin about this....so how would they react? Would they let him go? Or try to hold on tight? What would they say to Kix and Omera? What would they say to Luke?

And if they let him go how would the mandalorians (citizens) react? Would they grieve over him? Would they wonder why? Would they blame themselves?

Overall...what would happen?

Anakin and Din would struggle but they would let him go for now. I am unsure if they could forever though. They would make a compromise of sorts by having Obi-Wan come and take Luke so he could be under his protection and guidance, maybe hang out with Ahsoka and Leia so he could heal.

It would absolutely destroy Anakin and Din.

They would have to get constant updates about him. They would need video and pictures of Luke which both helps and hurts them. They would be very distracted and growing feral and depressed as they just want Luke back home. They would feel so empty without him.

They would blame themselves and would know this was their fault and so would have to let Luke go. They'd promised to give him anything to just be alive and happy and they would see that promise through, even though it would forever ruin them.

They'd only show much emotion to Grogu and maybe each other but no one else. Their hearts would be too crushed to do anything else.

I think Luke would return, though. He is tied to them. He wouldn't make promises about staying but he simply couldn't resist and would tell them, as he does in Blooms, that he will leave if they do him wrong again. That he won't just let them hurt him again.

Anakin and Din would do whatever they could to make sure that never happens to that Luke would never want to leave them.

#owl inbox #bloomsday

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vanishedangels · 2 years

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Dressed in black

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Summary: After leaving Tatooine, Din Djarin searches for Luke Skywalker convinced that the Jedi Master is waiting for Grogu to return to The Jedi Temple. Eventually, he finds him but something is different, this Jedi has golden eyes.

Pairing: Din Djarin/Luke Skywalker. Din Djarin/Luuke Skywalker.

Characters: Din Djarin, Luke Skywalker, Luuke Skywalker, Grogu, Leia Organa, Boba Fett.

Rating: Explicit (18+)

Warnings: Canon Typical Violence, Non-Con, Dubious Consent, Kidnapping, Explicit Smut.

Tags: Canon Compliant, Post TBOBF, Toxic Behaviour, Possessive Behaviour, Manipulation, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Confused Din Djarin, Friends To Lovers, BAMF Luke Skywalker, Protective Luke Skywalker, Cloned Luke Skywalker, Jedi Luke Skywalker, Sith Luuke Skywalker, Luke Skywalker Vs. Luuke Skywalker.

Chapters: 1/9

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Chapter 1: Someone else's dream

"You won't hurt me, I know that, mandalorian." He said as he started walking in circles around Din, still keeping a cautious distance. Din was turning around, fascinated by his enigmatic presence.

"I was looking for you actually." He said clearing his throat.

The man stopped walking "Oh really?" He asked quirking an eyebrow.

Even at that distance Din was enraptured by that beautiful face, even when it looked paler than he remembered it.

The events of the last days kept Din Djarin running inside a mind maze. He was no longer a mandalorian according to the creed and according to his tribe leader, The Armorer. Her words haunting him every waking hour "One may only be redeemed in the living waters beneath the mines of Mandalore."

He was piloting his N-1 starfighter through the galaxy, Grogu was peacefully sleeping inside the bubble canopy behind him. The child. The little green guy came back into his life. He remembered the way his heart broke the day Ahsoka Tano told him that he couldn't see the child anymore, that he was being selfish. Din closed his eyes behind his helmet, he went back to that moment when he was staring at the Jedi and the kid from afar, like a distant promise that would never become a reality. So close but yet so far.

Still, the child came back to him.

The Jedi changed his mind. Din thought. Now he was flying to Yavin IV again, just like the last time, but this time Grogu was with him.

Even when Peli Motto tried to persuade him by saying that the force worked in mysterious ways, Din needed answers. He was impossible happy, thinking of the Jedi sending the kid to visit him. That's good, it was obvious that Ahsoka wasn't on the same page as the Jedi, Skywalker was built different. He was special. Din smiled thinking about Skywalker's kind eyes and the sound of his soft voice. He shook his head, with a chuckle, snapping out of his thoughts.

He was breaking Yavin IV atmo, maybe he could stay there for a while, maybe the Jedi would allow him to spend some time with them, he needed to clear his mind, he needed it so badly.

He jumped off his ship and carefully took Grogu in his arms, he wandered, no blue and silver droid around like the last time, no Ahsoka Tano. He sighed and kept walking, Grogu cooed the moment they were in front of the Jedi temple, no ant droids either. Curious.

Din stood before the entrance, clearing his throat "Skywalker?" He asked looking around. "Jedi?" No one answered. He looked down at Grogu in his arms "Where's your Master, kid?" Grogu let out a little whine and lowered his ears.

Din stared absently at Grogu, the kid was sitting on the floor, caressing the rancor, Boba Fett was standing next to him.

"What are you going to do?" Boba asked him, Din shrugged. "Are you gonna track that Jedi?"

"If I have to, yes." He looked at his friend, the Daimyo of Tatooine, feeling frustrated. "The Jedi vanished into thin air."

"You know, I know his friends." Boba arched an eyebrow.

Din felt relieved when he heard him saying that. "Tell me everything about them."

"You might need to go to Chandrila, Mando. Leia Organa lives there, she's married to Han Solo, they have a kid together. Skywalker is Organa's twin brother."

Din tilted his head "Are you telling me that pristine Jedi Skywalker is related to that smuggler? Han Solo?" Boba chuckled. "Cannot believe it." They both laughed.

"Pristine, huh?" Boba said shaking his head and placing both hands on his hips. "You mean droid-esque. The man is emotionless, but he wasn't like that in the past."

"Oh yeah?" Din asked.

"Yeah, he wasn't a Jedi when I met him, he was stubborn, fearless but cocky, brash, you know, a real pain in the ass."

Din was trying to imagine Skywalker as a young reckless man and he was hiding a fond smile behind his helmet. A pain in the ass, he thought, and he was dreaming of dealing with that younger version of the Jedi, a bit handful and bratty, the idea tying knots in his lower belly.

Those feelings weren't new though, Din has been fantasizing about the Jedi every now and then since that day on Gideon's cruiser. So skilled, so sharp, the most magnetic warrior he had ever seen in his entire life. The memory of the way the Jedi danced, floated, wielding his green laser sword, sending shivers down his spine.

Chandrila wasn't any different from other core planets, the weather was pleasantly warm and the land so green that Din was feeling overwhelmed, for a man that spent two decades living underground on Nevarro this felt like paradise.

He was sitting, waiting in the lobby at the Senate House. He landed on Hanna City an hour earlier, his hands glued to both knees, his body was tense. "Mister Djarin?" A strong female voice breaking the silence.

Din stood up immediately, a petite and delicate brunette woman was standing before him, her hands folded in front of her lap. "Mister Djarin, I'm Leia Organa, nice to meet you."

Din hesitated, then he tilted his head "Nice to meet you, Senator." You don't look like him, he thought but didn't say it.

"How can I help you?" She asked heading towards her office.

"I'm looking for Skywalker." He said walking behind her. She halted and looked at him, her thin brows furrowing into one. Din flinched slightly. This tiny woman was very intimidating.

"Good luck with that." She deadpanned.

"Sorry?" For a split second Din thought he misheard the Senator. But he was only fooling himself. The sister was another dead end.

"Who are you, mandalorian?" She asked closing the door behind them.

Din explained to her the reason why he was searching for the Jedi, he told her about Grogu and the minute he mentioned the kid's name Organa softened and her expression changed into a less wary one. "If you see Luke tell him I'm looking for him too." She sighed "I haven't seen my brother since last month, it happens quite often, you know? He just disappears from time to time."

"I need to return the child to him." Din looked down "The kid needs him."

Organa shook her head slowly "Don't worry Mister Djarin, the minute he shows up I'll tell him to contact you."

Din nodded, feeling down and frustrated.

Two weeks passed and the Jedi didn't contact him. Din was piloting his N-1 starfighter, this time he was alone, the kid stayed on Tatooine with Boba and Fennec. This mission was dangerous and bringing a toddler with him, even when that toddler was a powerful force-user, was too risky.

He went to Nevarro, searching for an asset, he only counted on a tracking fob to find the target, he remembered the day Greef Karga gave him a chit and how it led him to the client, no pucks involved, no chain code, that asset was Grogu. He sighed thinking of the way his lonely life changed from that day on. But this new job wouldn't change his life, no, he would hunt this bastard, go back to Tatooine with some credits in his pocket and hold Grogu close, like he has been doing since Luke Skywalker disappeared.

There, on the outskirts of Nevarro City, Din found himself walking through the rocky hills, trying to avoid the lava river when, out of nowhere, he felt an arm hooking around his neck, someone was gripping him from behind, Din breathed in sharply and the person tightened their grip around his chest and neck.

"Don't move." Din heard a man saying, the sound of the voice so close to his ear that he knew his lips were brushing his helmet. "Mandalorian..." His voice started to sound familiar.

Nonetheless, Din didn't hesitate, he activated his whistling birds in a quick move, suddenly the small missiles were flying in the air, the man behind him released him even quicker "No!" He yelled as Din turned around to see him and he pointed at him with his flamethrower. The second he saw the man for the first time he froze.

The man was deflecting every munition with his lightsaber, Din was thunderstruck, not only because his aggressor got rid of the whistling birds in a split second but also because he knew him. He lowered his arm, extinguishing the flamethrower.

He couldn't believe it. The Jedi was in front of him. Still dressed in black, still fierce and skilled and still alluring as the day he met him. That recognizable ardor inside him taking over his body, completely, the same he was always feeling when he thought about the Jedi.

"Skywalker." He said, his heart thudding hard.

The man in front of him stood still for a while then he traveled Din's body with his eyes, his lips curling up slightly "Yes." He finally nodded.

Din tried to close the distance between them but the man took a few steps back. Din stopped "Skywalker? What are you doing here?"

He didn't answer. Din looked around and then he lowered his gaze, staring at the tracking fob, he realized it was beeping. He flinched, Skywalker was the asset.

He looked back at the man and he raised his hands at him "I'm not here to hurt you, I didn't know it was you."

"You won't hurt me, I know that, mandalorian." He said as he started walking in circles around Din, still keeping a cautious distance. Din was turning around, fascinated by his enigmatic presence.

"I was looking for you actually." He said clearing his throat.

The man stopped walking "Oh really?" He asked quirking an eyebrow.

Even at that distance Din was enraptured by that beautiful face, even when it looked paler than he remembered it.

The man sighed closing his eyes and Din felt those knots in his lower belly again. He wanted the Jedi, he knew that.

"The kid is waiting for you, I took him to the temple but you weren't on Yavin IV anymore."

"Right." The man said.

"I mean, he's still your Padawan, isn't he?" Din shifted his weight from one foot to the other, impatient.

Silence.

"My Padawan, of course." The man was acting weird, maybe Fett was right, he was turning into a droid very fast. Still, what a beautiful droid he was.

"Jedi? Are you alright?" Din rested his hands on his hips and the other man seemed like he was enjoying the view. "What are you doing here, again? They're paying high price for your head, I hope you know that." Din was happy that it was him who took the job and not another bounty hunter, although Skywalker could kill any man in the galaxy just by waving his hand in the air.

"I know." The man replied. Din was getting frustrated.

"Skywalker?" Din tilted his helmet to one side sighing.

"Your voice is so soothing." The man said smiling and Din's knees weakened.

"What?"

"Your beskar too." Finally, the man started walking towards Din until he was inches apart.

Din stared at his gorgeous face in awe, the man was staring at his visor and Din was lost in his eyes. The sunlight was bathing his blonde hair, his pale skin and his deep golden eyes. Something was different. Din frowned when he remembered Luke Skywalker's pale blue eyes. "Jedi?"

"Yes?"

"Your eyes..." Din shook his head slowly "Nevermind."

The man chuckled carefully putting his hand on Din's biceps, stroking his arm slowly in an arousing way that made Din's head spin inside his helmet "Oh, you like this, sweetie. Good." He grinned, his eyelashes fluttering, his golden eyes catching sparkles. He ran his other hand over Din's chest plate, purring, Din clutched his wrist.

"Be careful Skywalker, if you start this I won't be able to stop." Din said in a hoarse voice.

The man withdrew his free hand and came closer to Din, reaching down between their bodies "Oh really?" He said now caressing his thigh around the beskar plate, getting closer and closer to Din's crotch.

"Kriff Skywalker..." Din groaned as the man cupped him in his hand through his pants, squeezing over and over again, working him up.

"Hmm..." The man said. "So hard already."

Din blushed behind his helmet, he was indeed hard, the Jedi has been being a recurring character in his daydreams lately, actually he was always the main and only character, and now he was real and he was pleasuring him through his clothes. It was too much.

Din tightened his grip around the man's wrist, in a way that he knew it was leaving bruises behind but he couldn't help it, his hand working around his clothed cock was pushing him to the edge.

"Skywalker..." He managed to said through hot puffs of breath, his free hand finding the back of the blonde's neck, his fingers dancing through the dark golden locks of hair.

He was squeezing his eyes shut when he felt the man removing his hand from him, he opened his eyes desperate to see him, to protest, but before he could say a word the blonde was pressing his hips against him, thrusting against him, moaning, his pretty face in ecstasy, his eyebrows furrowing, his eyes closed, his pale pink lips parted. Din rolled his hips finding a rhythm. He pressed their foreheads together, relishing in the obscene sounds that scaped the other man's mouth.

They kept the pace until Din came against him and the man made a strangled noise hiding his face in Din's neck. The blonde came biting his neck through the fabric covering his skin. Din hissed.

"Easy Skywalker..." He said soothing his hands on his back. Din was in heaven.

Din's legs gave up and he kneeled down until he was sitting on the floor, carrying the man along the way. Din rested his back against the floor, holding the blonde between his arms, loving every second of their encounter. It was perfect. It was beautiful. His heart beating impossible fast inside his chest. His lover was lying on top of him, smiling, staring at his visor. He moved down to kiss the beskar chest plate, Din closed his eyes groaning.

"Gods, Luke..."

The man stopped to look at his visor again, smirking, his golden eyes glistening like twin suns "I'm not Luke..." He chuckled.

Din froze. Silence.

"What?"

"I'm not the Jedi." He darted a devilish smile, caressing Din's belly.

Din startled in confusion. He chuckled thinking the Jedi was just being a pain in the ass. "Come on, Luke." He insisted, but something inside his mind was telling him that the man wasn't joking.

"I'm not Luke, I'm Luuke, and I'm a Sith..." He said before pressing open-mouthed kisses all over his chest plate. He pulled back just a moment, staring at Din's eyes behind the visor "And now you're mine."

#dinluke #dinluke fanfiction #din djarin #luke skywalker #dressed in black fanfic #skydalorian

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phoenixyfriend · 3 years

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Mandalorian S3 opens with Ahsoka talking Din through a few things in Boba's palace, and offering to help him keep in contact with Grogu, she can get him Luke's comm and maybe talk to Ezra and Sabine, if he'd like, there are options, it's--

The door is kicked open. It's Rex. He looks old as shit. Wolffe is with him. He also looks old as shit. They are accompanied by Ezra and Sabine, who look slightly exhausted from managing elderly clones. They ignore all the blasters aimed at them, other than to tell Boba to knock it off, because Rex and Wolffe have ori'vod privileges. Boba demands to know what the hell they're doing in his house. Bo-Katan is taking a drink and ignoring everyone because she is not willing to put up with these specific people. Fennec is fascinated. Rex yells for everyone to shut up, because he's got news, specifically for Ahsoka and also probably Bo-Katan.

Bo wants to know what the hell kind of news he could have that she'd care about. Ahsoka throws a glass at her without looking.

(They're friends. Mostly.)

"Gear up," Rex tells Bo, and then turns to Ahsoka. "Yeah, so, Maul's back."

Ahsoka gives it a moment, and then drops her head back and groans.

"Are you shitting me?"

"Nope."

"How many times has he died, now? Obi-Wan's ghost promised he was dead for real this time."

"I don't know, Ahsoka. I just... it's Maul. He doesn't stay dead. He's back, and causing problems. Mostly for the imperial remnants, but..."

Boba looks constipated, because he does in fact know who this is. Bo-Katan is ready to commit a murder, even at her age. Ahsoka's tired. Sabine and Ezra look like they want to beg for her help in keeping Rex and Wolffe from dealing with this themselves. Fennec is aware of who this person is, enough to know that most of Mandalore hates him. Everyone is tense.

Din quietly, slowly, tentatively raises his hand.

"Who's Maul?"

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Grogu shivered when he saw the little vid of his dad telling Moff Gideon ‘He means more to me than you’ll ever know.’ Sure, he was Din Djarin’s son now. After all that work to free Mandalore and save Nevarro from pirates. But it was clear from that little bit of vid that the Mandalorian had really, actually, one hundred percent considered Grogu his son way before sending him off to Luke’s Jedi Sleep Away camp.

That made Grogu very happy. His dad, Grogu really liked calling the Mandalorian bounty hunter ‘Dad’ in his head, had decided to save him no matter how hard it would be and no matter where he would have to go to do it. Fennec had shown him the vid when Grogu was grousing about sleep away camp for what Fennec said was approximately the hundred thousandth time.

Grogu had countered that maybe it was the hundredth time, but that’s because there hadn’t been any good food on Ossus or at least Luke didn’t feed him anything better than a ration pack, which was the same as there being no good food.

Now Grogu felt a little guilty about complaining that his dad hadn’t picked him up earlier from the sleep away camp. Even Luke had admitted that he wasn’t really teaching Grogu anything he didn’t already know. Grogu had his reasons for not running around with a lightsaber and cutting battle droids to pieces. It was just hard to explain those reasons to Luke or even Ahsoka Tano.

Fortunately, he’d been able to explain them to R2-D2 and the astro-mech had brought him to Tatooine in the nick of time. His dad needed saving and Grogu needed to prove to everyone that he didn’t need to go back to the sleep away camp. His days of being a Jedi were at an end and he was on a path to be a Mandalorian. Although, he had to admit that he was a tiny bit conflicted by that.

He loved his dad. Din Djarin was a fine, honorable person, who had grown in so many ways since he’d come into Grogu’s life. He no longer hated every single droid in the galaxy, just the vast, vast majority of them. He had made friends who weren’t cut throats and criminals, although the rates Peli charged had frequently been described as criminal. And sure, Fennec and Boba Fett, and Mayfeld, and even High Magistrate Greef Karga had some questionable personal history, but they had been true and loyal friends when Din Djarin needed them most.

If a bounty hunter who had spent so much of his time alone and with people brought in ‘cold’ could change like that, then maybe, just maybe, he’d be willing the ditch the helmet from time to time. Grogu had really liked seeing his dad’s face and he didn’t think people should get in trouble for that because obviously a bunch of other Mandalorians had managed to do pretty okay with folks seeing them and knowing their identities.

He knew all about the Armorer’s argument that Din Djarin had failed to abide by the Creed. He had become dar’manda and an apostate, whatever that meant. But, and Grogu liked to point this out whenever possible, if Din Djarin had kept his helmet on, then they never would have gone to Mandalore and discovered that you could still reach the living waters and find the secret Imp base and ended Moff Gideon’s evil plan. A lot of good had come from that action and the Armorer had seemed changed by that as much as Din Djarin had been.

Of course that had also lead to his dad putting his helmet back on forever and Grogu was not a fan of that. He wanted to be able to point out to people that he and his dad shared a lot of physical characteristics if you knew what to look for.

First, they were both handsome. It was very obvious in Grogu’s case and a lot less obvious in his dad’s case because of that silly helmet. Then they both had brown eyes. As Grogu understood things, humans were really big on using eye color to show their relationship to their children. Finally, Grogu and his dad had adorable ears.

Grogu had been told that often at the Jedi Temple and anywhere else he’d traveled. Both Fennec and Peli said his ears were his most adorable feature, next to his smile. And there was that! Grogu had almost forgotten that his dad had a great smile. Sure, he’d been a little sad and a lot emotional, but their smiles were an absolute match. Ask anyone.

So, if you asked Grogu, he’d have to tell you that his perspective on his dad was reflected by his thoughts on Mandalore, when Din Djarin had been captured by the Imps.

“Moff Gideon. You have something I want. You may think you have some idea what you are in possession of, but you do not. Soon, he will be back with me. He means more to me than you will ever know.”

#calendar prompt a day #the mandalorian #din djarin #grogu

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Clan of Three (Book 3) Chapter Four

Father Figure! Mandalorian/Din Djarin x Teen! Reader

Chapter Four: The Mines

Summary: (Y/N) and Bo-Katan fight a monster, the Darksaber is aggressive, and Mando finds the Living Waters.

When (Y/N) saw Bo-Katan stalking towards the N-1 as they touched down on Kalevala, they could tell she was annoyed that Mando had returned. Unfortunately, for Bo-Katan’s feelings, (Y/N) really wasn’t in the mood to deal with theatrics since their dad’s life was on the line.

“Maybe I didn’t make myself clear last time,” said Bo-Katan, her grip on her helmet tight, betraying her annoyance. “I want to be left alone.”

The canopy opened, and (Y/N) stuck their head up and leveled a look at Bo-Katan. “Yeah, really don’t care. My bu—Mando is in danger.”

Bo-Katan’s eyes widened. She may not like Mando bothering her, but she wouldn’t abandon her.

“We went into the caves and found some strange cyborg creatures that attacked him,” said (Y/N). “R5 has the exact coordinates.”

Bo-Katan nodded and looked at her droid. “Download the astromech.” She turned to (Y/N) and Grogu. “Come. We’ll take my ship.”

(Y/N) didn’t have to be told twice.

It was a tense flight to Mandalore, but Bo-Katan didn’t ask them to speak as they rushed to Mandalore. This time, the thunder of the atmosphere didn’t bother (Y/N) as all they could focus on was finding Mando and saving him. Bo-Katan felt a small smile break onto her face as she saw Mandalore appear her once more. The ruins reminded her of battles lost and friends long since departed, but Bo-Katan couldn’t help but remember the glory of Mandalore and hope that it may rise once more.

“It didn’t always look like this,” said Bo-Katan.

“I know,” said (Y/N) absently, visions of Mandalore the Great and their lands in their mind.

Bo-Katan glanced at them, confused at how familiarly they spoke as if they had seen Mandalore’s glory first hand. She brushed it off as (Y/N) not really paying attention since they were concerned about Mando. After all, (Y/N) hadn’t even been born when Mandalore fell.

They landed in the same clearing Mando had, and Bo-Katan looked at Grogu and (Y/N). “I need you to guide me to him.”

“Just bring your jetpack,” said (Y/N), leaving Bo-Katan’s ship. “And watch for creatures.”

Bo-Katan nodded and followed them out with Grogu floating beside her. (Y/N) guided them to the cave overlooking Suntari. Bo-Katan caught her breath as she gazed out at the Mandalorian city below.

“This was once a beautiful civilization,” said Bo-Katan as if trying to remind herself what she was fighting for. “My family ruled it all. Now it’s a tomb.” She swallowed and put on her helmet. “Let’s go.”

“This way,” said (Y/N), jumping off the cliff.

Bo-Katan stared in shock and ran to the side. She breathed a sigh of relief as she saw (Y/N) safely leaping from ledge to ledge. Granted, Bo-Katan had seen Jedi before, such as Ahsoka, but it was still jarring to see a teen jump off a ledge. (Y/N) made their way done jumping, and Bo-Katan and Grogu flew down. They descended through the city and the tunnel until they stood in the passage Mando had been taken in. They continued forward, hands on their blasters to ensure any creature that attacked would be swiftly dealt with.

“I knew quite a few Jedi, you know,” remarked Bo-Katan as they walked in silence. “I don’t know what they taught you about us, but there was a time we actually got along quite well. Fought side-by-side.”

(Y/N) nodded. From the way Mandalore the Great had spoken, they agreed that it was the truth.

“How good are you with the Force?” asked Bo-Katan.

“Good enough to know that something’s here,” murmured (Y/N).

Bo-Katan gently pushed Grogu aside. She took a step forward and looked up with her helmet to examine the ceiling. Bo-Katan fired, and the creatures waiting to jump in from above fell. It swung at her, and she ducked and attacked. (Y/N) jumped up and slashed at the creature, sending it to the ground. Bo-Katan turned and handled the next with a swift block and stab of her knife.

“You alright?” said Bo-Katan, looking at (Y/N) and Grogu. They nodded. She glanced at (Y/N)’s dagger as they wiped it clean. “Is that beskar?”

“Yeah, my b—Mando had it made for me,” said (Y/N).

Bo-Katan blinked. Mando really cared for these foundlings. That was evident. She focused on the task at hand and spoke, “Those are Alamites, and we were their next meal. They used to live in the surface wastelands beyond our cities. If they survived, I wonder what else might have, too.”

“Some creatures I really want to stab,” muttered (Y/N). They nodded to the orange glow up ahead. “Up in there.”

Bo-Katan brought out both her blasters, and (Y/N) grabbed theirs. Together, they went into the room guns blazing, firing at the tall creature as it tried to cook Mando. It whirled on them, holding its electrical staff tightly. It fired at them, and Bo-Katan was hit, flying backwards. (Y/N) dodged and fired, and when the creature faced them, they dodged behind the cage to avoid the shock.

Worthy…Wield…

The familiar whispered echoed around (Y/N) again. Their eyes snapped to the Darksaber, but before they could even contemplate pulling it to them, Bo-Katan scooped it up, swung at the creature as it attacked (Y/N), and destroyed it.

Worthy…Won…Wield…Worthy!

The whispers were even more insistent when the saber rested in Bo-Katan’s hand. (Y/N) furrowed their brow as they heard it. It grew louder, angry at Bo-Katan wielding it, angrier than it had been with Mando. (Y/N) shook their head, running to Mando’s side to check on him. The Darksaber was an afterthought. Whatever it wanted was second to protecting Mando. After all, they had fought to save him.

“Buir, are you okay?” asked (Y/N) worriedly. “Can you hear me?”

Mando groaned. “Verd…’ika…”

Bo-Katan blinked. Buir and Verd’ika. An even closer bond than she’d thought.

“Behind…”

“(Y/N)!” warned Bo-Katan.

(Y/N) felt it as soon as they spoke and jumped to the side. The giant mechanical body that the creature had used to trap Mando was back and attacking. Bo-Katan drew the blade again and attacked, but as she attempted to slash, a heavy weight took over the blade, and she was forced to brace herself. (Y/N) jumped and flipped over the creature, and as it twisted to follow them, they landed on its back.

“Don’t touch me or my family!” shouted (Y/N), and they brought down their dagger on the organic head of the creature.

The mechanic body collapsed, dead, and (Y/N) glared at it before snapping up to see Mando, unmistakably unconscious from the strange tubes attached to him.

“Don’t worry, Verd’ika. Your buir is alright, I have some bacta to help,” said Bo-Katan, opening up the cage. “Just help me carry him.”

(Y/N) and Grogu anxiously hovered beside Mando as he finally awoke beside the fire.

“What happened?” he asked groggily.

“I saved your life. Bo-Katan helped,” said (Y/N).

“Your adike are tougher than they look,” said Bo-Katan, smirking teasingly at him at the acknowledgement of their relationship.

“I know,” said Mando, gazing fondly at (Y/N) and Grogu even through the helmet. He looked to Bo-Katan. “You were right. Mandalore is not cursed.”

“Was I?” retorted Bo-Katan. “Look around. There’s nothing left. A great society is now a memory. I once ruled here for a brief time. Now, it’s destroyed. Nothing to cling to but ashes.” She passed the soup cup to Mando.

“What is this?” asked Mando.

“You’ve never eaten pog soup?” questioned Bo-Katan, almost amused at the idea.

“No,” said Mando.

“Can you appreciate the irony?” said Bo-Katan. “Any Mandalorian worth their armor was raised on this since they were the kid’s size.” Upon seeing Mando stand, she frowned. “You should rest. I’ll get you back to my ship soon enough.”

“I’m not going with you,” said Mando.

“What are you talking about?” asked Bo-Katan.

“I must continue to the Mines of Mandalore so that I may be redeemed,” said Mando.

“I honestly think that it’s adorable that you actually believe these children’s stories,” said Bo-Katan. “But there is nothing magic about the waters.”

“Without the Creed, what are we?” asked Mando as he strapped his weapons back into his belt. “What do we stand for? Our people are scattered like stars in the galaxy. The Creed is how we survived. You rescued me, and I’ll always be in your debt. But I can’t go with you until I fulfill my obligation.”

Bo-Katan paused. “I will take you.”

“To the Living Waters?” asked (Y/N).

“Yes,” said Bo-Katan. “You’d never find them on your own. Not in all this wreckage.”

“Thank you,” said Mando.

“Don’t thank me until you see them,” said Bo-Katan, clearly skeptical of the whole thing.

But at least she’s honoring his beliefs more, thought (Y/N), thinking of Mandalore the Great’s warnings. They scowled. Why am I thinking of all these Mandalorian politics? I’m not in charge here.

Bo-Katan led them to a wide passage at the bottom of the city. Their walk was far more peaceful with no enemies jumping out at them, and (Y/N) could once again feeling the Force or Way or whatever was connecting them all converging around them.

“It’s hard to believe that this all was once filled with our kind,” said Mando as he looked around himself.

“It wasn’t that long ago,” said Bo-Katan. “You’d never know it looking at all this destruction.”

“It looks like it’s been centuries,” said Mando.

“The Empire set out to punish us,” said Bo-Katan.

“Like they do with too many planets,” murmured (Y/N), thinking of Ushti.

Bo-Katan nodded. “To take away our memory, to keep people from remembering that we resisted them.”

Grogu babbled as he gazed around at the city ruins towering up around them.

“Is it hard to see it like this when you know how beautiful it used to be?” asked (Y/N), glancing at Bo-Katan.

“What pains me is seeing our own king fight one another time and time again,” said Bo-Katan. She looked at (Y/N). “Your warning is valid. Our mistakes caused us to fracture and weaken. Killing each other for reasons to confusing to explain…it destroyed us. We had no hope to resist being smashed by the fist of the Empire.” She cleared her throat and nodded in front of them. “There. The entrance to the Mines of Mandalore.”

It was a majestic opening, tall and imposing, delineating its significance within the community. Even amidst the ruins, it stood unharmed, a pure symbol of Mandalorian strength and resilience. The Force thrummed as (Y/N) approached with Grogu, Mando, and Bo-Katan.

As they entered the dark cavern, Bo-Katan lifted a glowing sphere into the air, and it illuminated their way in a misty white light.

“This area looks much older,” said Mando.

“I can feel the energy here,” said (Y/N), shivering.

“The mines have been here for thousands of years,” said Bo-Katan. “The Living Waters are in the chamber below.”

“Have you been here before?” asked (Y/N).

“Yes, when I was a child,” said Bo-Katan. “I was part of the royal family. I took the Creed and was showered with gifts. But the rituals were all just theater for our subjects. They loved watching the princess recite the Mandalorian tenets as her father looked on proudly.” Her tone turned bitter and melancholy. “Such a heartwarming spectacle,” she muttered.

“Maybe he was proud,” said Mando supportively.

“I know he was. I didn’t embarrass him in front of everyone,” said Bo-Katan, voice clipped.

“Your father sounds like an…interesting man,” said Mando civilly. “I would’ve liked to know him.”

“He was a great man,” said Bo-Katan, her voice reminiscent again. “He died defending Mandalore.”

Mando paused, and Bo-Katan frowned at him. “This is the Way,” he said, honoring the memory of the fallen Mandalorians.

Bo-Katan blinked but nodded back, surprised that he would honor someone not of the Watch. A few more steps ahead, the passage opened up to a room that sloped down to the Living Waters. The Waters rippled calmly, and the energy was inviting, as if happy to greet Mandalorians once more.

“Here you go. The Living Waters,” said Bo-Katan. “Hold on. I want you to get the full tour.” She walked to a placard and read it out. “ ‘These mines date back to the age of the first Mandalore.’ ”

(Y/N) shivered, not unpleasantly, as they remembered Mandalore the Great. It felt strange to be standing in a room they had once stood in eons ago.

“ ‘According to ancient folklore, the mines were once a Mythosaur lair,’ ” continued Bo-Katan. “ ‘Mandalore the Great is said to have tamed the mythical beast. Its from these legends that the skull signet was adopted and became the symbol of our planet.’ This is it.”

Mando stood at the edge of the waters, looking down in awe as he stood within his culture’s very history. (Y/N) joined him at the edge, gazing at the murky water. It should have been frightening to not know what lay in those waters, but (Y/N) only felt calm and at home.

“Din? Are you alright?” asked Bo-Katan.

Mando solemnly removed all his weapons and faced the water again. This was his redemption. He would have his honor as a Mandalorian again. (Y/N) and Grogu watched excitedly as their father finally found himself again. Mando took a few steps down into the water, taking each step deliberately as the water rose higher on him.

“And the names of the Ancestors, that I shall walk the way of the Mand’alor, and the words of the Creed shall be forever forged in my heart—”

He dropped beneath the water like a rock.

“Buir!” cried (Y/N), and they dove in after him.

They hit the water, and the whole world blurred around them.

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