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[darth-memes]

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[doodlingfoolishness]

Clan Mudhorn shares a quiet evening on Nevarro <3

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[strongest-tiny]

This is the way of chillin'

#Since ya'll gave so much love to the last post #the mandalorian #illustration #art #digital #fanart #drawing #sketch #digital art #cute #din djarin #grogu #baby yoda #this is the way #creed #star wars #nevarro #moss #shiny man and green baby #home

[theidiotwhowritesthings]

A Fresh Start [1]

Din Djarin x F!Reader

Warnings: use of fake name, reader is hiding from a shady past

Word Count: 4,506

Summary: When you made plans for your future they never involved being hired by a Mandalorian to baby-sit his adorable, green gremlin of a child. However, after your life fell apart in the span of one disastrous night, you found it to be the only feasible option you had left. Nevarro was a far cry from Coruscant, but the thriving community turned out to be exactly what you needed. Every day you spend in Nevarro you fall more and more in love with your new life, but when your past rears its ugly head you find that perhaps peace wasn't meant for everyone.

Chapter #01: TWO PORGS, ONE BLASTER

Chapter Summary: The Marshal is looking to hire a nanny, and you just so happen to be moving into the city.

“remember to live while you’re busy surviving.” -d.j.

Din Djarin was busier these days than he ever had been before. Even compared to years ago, when he was picking up dozens of bounty pucks and collecting quarries left and right, it was nothing compared to now. If he had known that being Nevarro's marshal would be so hectic, he may have never accepted it. At the thought, he sighed. That was a bold faced lie. He still would’ve taken the job in a heartbeat because the pay was better than anything he had ever made previously. Speaking strictly in terms of credits, it was significantly less than the various bounties he’d pick up, but the job brought him peace of mind. It brought safety to Grogu. More than just safety, it gave the child the opportunity to grow and learn in an environment where he wasn’t at risk. They had settled here a couple of months ago, and for most of that time Grogu had been happy and free of night terrors. It was a blessing Din couldn’t quantify. He’d work every second of every day if it meant the child grew up safe and loved.

At the thought of his son, he picked up his pace toward the repair shop run by Peli who had ventured from the sands of Tatooine to the growing and thriving Nevarro. She was usually the one who watched Grogu while he was working. When Peli couldn’t, there were a handful of others in town who were more than happy to help out. Din was eternally grateful that the community was willing to go above and beyond as a favor to him. In the beginning, he had actually brought Grogu with him on the job. It wasn’t absurd. Back in the day, when his journey with Grogu first began, he brought the child along on bounties. A day in the life of a small community Marshal was actually quite tame in comparison. Still, that wasn’t normal, and Din wanted normal. School would be starting up soon, as summer ended, and Din was excited to get Grogu enrolled.

He had a stable job and they had a home. Starting Grogu's education was the next step in establishing picture perfect normalcy.

The loud noise of Peli’s shop filled the air as he got closer. All three of the garage’s hanger doors were lifted and open, and Din could see it had been a busy day for the mechanic. Ships, speeder bikes, droids. There was a large collection of mechanical works being actively repaired.

“Peli! Marshal's here!” A mechanic barked out the moment he stepped into the garage. Din turned his way, but the employee didn’t bother looking up from the work they were occupied with.

Din pressed further into the shop. Helmet glanced around, looking for a blur of chaotic green, but his eyes didn’t land on his son. “Mando!” Din spun in place as the curly haired woman marched up to him. Peli was one of the few people in Nevarro who didn't refer to him as Marshal. She said she didn't want it to go to his head. Other mechanics dove out of the way to avoid her path. Though she was short in stature, Peli could command a room with voice alone. Her jumpsuit was covered in splotches of engine oil. “Took you long enough!”

“Peli.” Din nodded in greeting. “Where’s Grogu?”

“Your son,” Peli jabbed a finger in his direction, “ate a handful of bolts today.”

Din stiffened. “He what!? Where is he?”

“Just joking. He didn’t.”

“Peli, that isn’t funny.”

“It’s not a joke.”

Din resisted the urge to palm the front of his helmet into his hands. He let out a weathered sigh, “Did he eat metal bolts or didn’t he?”

“Not today. No telling about tomorrow.” Peli scoffed. “This shop is no place for a kid! I’ve been telling you that for weeks now!”

Din set his hands on his hips. “No, you haven't.”

“Well, I’ve been thinking it!”

The sound of familiar babbling alerted him to his son’s presence, and Din turned in time to see Grogu quickly waddling in his direction. Argument with Peli forgotten, he grinned and scooped up the child who continued to babble enthusiastically.

“Hey there, you little womp rat.” Din rubbed his belly and Grogu wrapped his arms around his hand in response. The sound of his laugh made Din chuckle himself. As important as his goal of normalcy was, Din missed the uninterrupted time he used to have with his son. There was a lot wrong with their previous adventures, a lot of danger, but nothing beat the long days in hyperspace and hiding where his only responsibility was to care for the child. “I heard you’ve been giving Peli trouble.”

Grogu laughed again⏤ not even attempting to hide his guilt. Peli wagged her finger in his direction once more. “You see? It’s only a matter of time until he swallows one of my tools. Then what would we do? I’d be a tool short!”

“I’m sorry, Peli.” Din chuckled. “School will be starting up soon. You won’t have to watch him during the day then.”

“He’ll still need watching after, won’t he? Your work day isn’t done until evening!” Peli argued. “And what about the nights when you get called into work?”

Din winced, but he kept his head still so Peli wouldn’t notice. She wasn’t wrong. There had been a handful of times when Din's presence was required at the station and he was forced to drop Grogu off with Peli in the dead of night. She lived in a small apartment beside the shop, and her shop was on the way from their home to the station. Stopping to leave Grogu with her was too easy to resist. It wasn't like he could leave the child at home alone.

Grogu began to tap on the side of Din’s helmet and he began to bounce the child in his arms to distract him. “I’m sorry, Peli. I really appreciate everything you do for us. You know that, right?” Peli waved his words away with a huff. As brash and grumpy as the woman could be, especially on a busy day, he knew Peli loved spending time with Grogu and he knew that complaints aside she’d always be willing to help out. It was why he was so grateful for her. “My hands are tied right now. I don’t know what else I can do.”

“Hire someone, you lug!” Peli scoffed. “Get a live-in nanny.”

“Live-in nanny?” Din questioned, not bothering to hide his skepticism.

“Yeah. Someone who can watch little bright eyes around the clock when you can’t. Someone who’ll be there at 3AM when you get called into the office. Why do I gotta come up with all the good ideas around here?”

Din didn’t love the idea, but he couldn’t deny the merits of it. Once upon a time, he would’ve shot it down immediately. However, he wasn’t who he once was. Din had learned that going out on a branch to trust someone didn’t always end bloody. The community was filled with people Din had taken a chance on and was rewarded in his risk. He had friends he trusted, and they never would've been in his life if he hadn't taken the risk in the first place.

“Where…” Din cleared his throat. “Where would I even find one?”

“Whoop, whoop!” Din and Peli both turned to see a mechanic a few feet away. They had been buried under a speeder bike but jumped up in excitement. Dirty goggles hung around her neck and the light pink color of her skin made the black grease stains stand out more. “Howdy, Marshal Mando.”

“Nima.” Din greeted with a nod. He didn’t know every single person who worked for Peli, but Nima was Peli’s right hand mechanic. The young Twi’lek was extraordinary with a wrench if Peli was to be believed, and Din knew it took a lot to impress the older woman. “How are you?”

“Real swell.” Nima stepped closer, rubbing her hands on a rag tucked into her overall pocket. “Not to be nosy, but I heard you got a job that needs filling and I have a cousin who needs a job.” Din tilted his head and waited for her to elaborate. “My cousin is moving here⏤ well, let me clarify, she’s not my actual cousin by blood. We’re cousins by marriage. Her mom’s sister married my mom’s brother. We⏤ wait, they actually got divorced like a year ago so I don’t know if we technically⏤”

“Nima!” Peli barked. “The point!”

“Right, right, right.” Nima shook her head. “My maybe not cousin is moving to town, and she’s looking for work.”

Din lifted a hand to lightly grasp Grogu’s hands as the kid tried to pry his helmet up. “Does she have experience with kids?”

“Oh, absolutely!” Nima nodded. “She’s a superstar with kids. Total magic.”

Peli slapped her hand against the beskar of his chest plate then pointed at him. Din sighed and gave them both a slight nod. “I’d be willing to meet her, but that’s it. No promises.”

“She’ll be in town by the end of the week!” Nima cheered. “I’ll bring her around!”

Grogu began to whine, and Din thanked both women before making his way out of the garage. It was time for dinner and the child was quick to get fussy when a meal wasn’t on its way. Plus, Grogu had gotten accustomed to nights in the privacy of their home when Din would remove his helmet. It had become a part of their routine.

“Buir, buir, buir.” Grogu chanted.

“I know, I know.” Din chuckled as he unlocked the front door. Once in, he used his free hand to pull his helmet off and tucked it under his elbow with a smile.

Grogu patted his face in excitement. “Buir!”

“Let’s get some dinner ready, ad’ika.” Din stepped further in. Hearing Grogu speak Mando’a warmed his heart. Hearing him speak at all warmed his heart, really. Din was convinced his son knew more basic and Mando’a than he’d shown. The few things he did say he only said in the safety of their home. Another reason Din was excited for school to start, he hoped it’d excite Grogu into speaking more.

Din set the boy down so he could move around the kitchen easier, and he couldn’t bite back the smile of ease on his face. He loved his life, he loved his son, and Din didn’t think things could get more perfect than what it was right now. He just hoped adding in a new face wouldn’t disrupt their routine.

You absentmindedly let your fingers trace the ugly, jagged scar along your collarbone. The wound had healed months ago, but there was something about the rough skin that haunted you. It didn’t hurt. If anything the tissue there was numb, and that bothered you more than anything else. For some reason, it felt wrong that you weren’t in pain.

The transport ship rumbled to a stop as it landed, and it snapped you back into the moment. You straightened in your seat and glanced out the window. A year and a half ago nobody ever spoke of Nevarro. It had been a blip in the Outer Rim for bounty hunters and those hiding from the New Republic. Now, it was a bustling trade post flourishing with life. From where your ship sat on the landing pad, you could see the white and gray buildings of Nevarro stretching out into the black, glassed land of the mountains that sat on the edge of the lava plains. It still wasn't a very large community. Not yet, at least. Your eyes scanned the land beside the landing pad. You had lived in the beautiful greenery of Naboo, the bustling cities of Coruscant, and the sandy dunes of Tatooine. This was vastly different in comparison.

You let a few others leave before rising yourself. As you followed the very small crowd off the ship you stretched your legs out best you could without stopping. It had been a long trip from Mos Espa to Nevarro. The second your feet stepped onto the landing pad you heard your name being screamed by a familiar voice. It was almost odd to hear it said aloud after so much time, but the voice of your old friend kept you from flinching. A broad smile crossed your features and you barely had time to turn before you were tackled in a hug.

“Oh, I missed you so much!” Nima cheered in your ear. She squeezed you tight enough that all you could manage was a small pat on her back considering she had your arms pinned to your side.

“I missed you too.” You wheezed. “And now I’m beginning to miss air.”

Nima released you, taking a step back, and you sucked in a large breath. She bounced in place, her pink lekku whipping around her, “I’m so happy you’re finally here! It’s been way, way too long!” It was true, and seeing Nima brightened your mood significantly. “How was your trip-”

The beginnings of your name began to slip from her mouth, but your hand snapped out to cover her lips. Her eyebrows rose in confusion, and you just offered her a sheepish smile. "Soran. Call me Soran. Remember?" Her eyes widened and you could see a flash of regret in her eyes. She had simply forgotten. "It's okay. No biggie. Just... Soran, okay?"

"I'm so sorry. I just got so excited." Nima apologized. "Don't worry, I didn't use your real name with anyone in town or anything." You nodded and made your way to where luggage was being placed on the landing pad from the storage bin. Nima walked a step behind you. You scooped up your bag, wrapping it around your shoulders, and Nima looped one arm through yours. "I'm so happy you're here."

The words were said with such sincerity that it warmed your heart. It made you wish you had taken her up on her offer ages ago. She began to drag you across the landing pad toward the start of the town. Her cheery attitude and happy-go-lucky demeanor was contagious. She was talking up a storm, something about work, while you gazed at the street you walked down. The path was paved and the street was filled with people milling about happily. A few vendors sold goods in the open at stalls, and you could hear the music of a band from further down the street. It was a cozy and warm atmosphere, and it wasn't the kind of place you expected Nima to settle down.

You met Nima during your teenage years when part of her family married part of yours. The two of you had grown close and without a doubt she was one of your closest friends. Family really. It was why at your absolute lowest you had caved and accepted her invitation to join her in Nevarro. Nima worked at a local mechanic shop which turned out to be her calling. She had always been good at tinkering with anything mechanical, but she was thriving under the instruction of the woman she worked for. At least, that's what she was constantly telling you. Nima had found her happy place, and you were ecstatic for her.

“⏤and Peli is still awesome.” Nima continued. “When we're not busy, she's letting me work on this old Razor Crest with her. It's some sort of secret project and the ship is in really bad shape, but I'm learning so much. It’s the best job ever.”

“That’s amazing, Nima.”

“Oh! And speaking of awesome jobs, I got you one.”

Your eyes widened. “Huh?”

“A job and a place to live. I got it covered.”

“Wow. I’m…seriously impressed, Nima. So, that means your boss is okay with me helping around the shop with inventory and stuff?”

Nima paused, then cursed in her native tongue. “I knew I was forgetting to do something. I was supposed to ask Peli about you.”

“If you didn’t ask her if I could work there, then where am I working?” You questioned in confusion.

“So, the Marshal has this super cute kid, and he needs a round the clock nanny.” Nima gave you a thumbs up. You blinked in shock, unable to find the words to voice your disbelief. She took this as a victory cheered. “I knew you’d love it.”

You shook your head. “No, no. This is a bad idea.”

“What? No way.” Nima shook her head with a pout. “You need a job and you need a place to live. I got you both in one. Two porgs, one blaster.”

“I⏤That’s⏤You said it wrong.” You said.

Nima furrowed her brow at you. “No, I think you just don’t get it. It means, like, you have two problems, the two porgs, and one solution takes care of both. One blaster.”

“It’s two porgs, one stone.”

“Why would I use a stone to hit a porg when I have a blaster?”

“You wouldn’t, but if you had a blaster you could shoot way more than just two porgs.”

“Yeah, but you only have two porgs right now.”

You waved your arms in the air as if you could swipe away the pointless argument. “This is⏤ No. We're done with that. My point is, this is not a good idea. I’ve never been a nanny before. The last time I baby-sat a kid was literally ages ago, and it was for a few evenings. I didn't live with the kid or the family.”

“You’re great with kids. I’ve seen it!” Nima argued in your favor.

“Being good with kids is not the same as helping raise one.”

Nima shrugged. “Nuance. Besides, everything else in town right now is part time work and you said you wanted a full time job.” You had said that. The more time you spent busy, the less time you had to think. That was the plan at least Bury yourself in pointless work. “I mean, you could pick up the job of local physician.”

You stiffened. “Nima⏤”

“Our main doctor sucks. Like you wouldn’t believe. Laziest asshole this side of the Outer Rim. It's the one fault of Nevarro in my opinion.” Nima scoffed. “You would do so much better⏤”

“Don’t.” You said firmly, and Nima grew quiet. “I’m not… I’m not doing that right now. I couldn’t even if I wanted to. I’m not allowed to⏤ to⏤” You cleared your throat. “I’m not allowed to practice medicine until the trial is over. Officially.”

Nima squeezed your arm. “The trial will be over before the year's end, at the latest, and there is no way they aren’t throwing that kriffing asshole in jail for the rest of his miserable life.” This was the exact thing you wanted to avoid. It’s literally why you ran away in the first place. “Nothing about what happened was your fault.”

“Nima, can we not?” You blurted. “I just…” Your lungs felt heavy and even though you were more than capable of breathing none of the air you sucked in was rewarding. “Tell me more about the job. The Marshal’s kid.”

Nima shot you a concerned look before nodding. “Right.” She forced a smile onto her face. “He’s a Mandalorian and his son is a 50 year old precious, green gremlin.”

“Um, what?”

Nevarro was shockingly beautiful. You had heard it was, and that it was slowly becoming a staple of the Outer Rim, but hearing it was different than seeing it with your own eyes. The population was about four thousand and it was constantly growing. Every single person you passed took the time to greet Nima, and she took the time to introduce you. It hadn’t been an exaggeration when Nima said it was the kind of place where everyone knew everyone. The two of you emptied out at the end of a street into a large, open plaza. In it's center sat a tall bronze statue of a droid.

“That's the Magistrate's building.” Nima pointed to the tall, intricate building behind the droid statue. It was active with people going up and down the stairs that led into the building. “Magistrate Karga is super cool. He used to hand out bounties to hunters. Wild shit.”

“So, the Magistrate was an Agent of the Bounty Hunters’ Guild and your Marshal is an actual Mandalorian?”

Nima nodded. “The Marshal's Deputy used to be a Shock Trooper.”

“Wow. I’m not sure I’m qualified to even live here.” You mumbled.

“Don’t be silly. You’ll fit right in.” Nima slotted her hand into yours and began to drag you down the street. She had taken you to her small apartment first, to give you time to set down your belongings and wash up, but she was quick to pull you back out into the streets. It was cute how eager she was to show you around Nevarro, and you could tell between her and everyone you met how proud they were of their community.

Nima pointed out a few shops as you passed, but it was clear that her aim was to take you to the Marshal's station. You shot her a dry look that she only grinned at in response.

“Seriously?”

“He needs somebody super soon and you need a job. Plus, a place to live. You think I want you on my couch for the rest of your life?”

You shoved her with a laugh. “I haven’t slept on your couch a single night yet, and you’re already tired of me?”

“Just come on.” Nima dragged you building nestled amongst others. It was decorated similar as the rest of the town with white bricks and dark blue flags.

The Marhsal's station wasn’t overly large. Outside, parked to the side, were a few speeders and inside the front doors was a small lobby with a woman sitting behind a desk. Nima greeted her by name, introducing you in a rush, before pulling you through. The receptionist didn’t seem surprised by this behavior and didn’t make the moves to stop either of you. You wondered if Nima came barging in here often. Was she close to the Marshal?

The hallway from the lobby led into a clean and brightly lit room. The back wall was made of windows where the lava plains could be seen since the station was at the edge of town, and there were three desks planted in the center of the room. Off to the left side were two cells, cordoned off with silver bars, and you found yourself happy to see no one was currently being held in custody. Despite having the cells present, the entire room had a casual feel to it. A dart board was hung up on a wall, darts sticking out of it, and the desks were covered in office supplies and holopads.

“What’re you doing here, trouble maker?”

“Cara!” Nima cheered as a large woman stepped into the room from a different door. She untangled her hand from yours to rush over and greet this Cara woman with a hug. She was tall and broad, and the tattoo band around her right upper arm hinted to you that this must be the Deputy Nima mentioned earlier. The ex-shock trooper. She surely looked like someone who used to work in that line of action. “I brought my cousin by to say hello!”

Cara’s dark eyes rolled over to you in amusement. “Yeah. I see the family resemblance.”

"This is Soran." Nima introduced you with the name you had adopted months ago for the sake of anonymity. “And this is Deputy Cara Dune. Resident badass.”

“It’s nice to meet you.” You offered your hand. “Can I call you Cara or do you prefer Deputy badass or…?”

Cara chuckled. “Cara works.”

“Where is everyone?” Nima glanced around the room. “I’m looking for Marshal Mando.”

“Hey, Mando!” Cara yelled back through the door she came in from. She marched past the two of you to drop down into a chair at a desk. She rested her hands behind her head and casually kicked up her legs. “Our generator out back keeps cutting out.”

Nima's eyes widened, curious, “Oh, yeah?”

“It’s been a wreck since early this morning.”

“Cara, it’s making that noise again. Can you call Peli?” A deeper, modulated voice called out. You straightened in your posture as a Mandalorian dressed in silver beskar stepped into the room. Everything you knew about Mandalorians came from legend and stories. You had never met one before. The Marshal’s broad figure and confident, yet casual pace, screamed power. A blaster was hooked to his hip. He was the picture of intimidation, and you’d find yourself nervous if it weren’t for the baby carrier strapped around his chest⏤ the one with a large eared, small green toddler tucked safely in place. It cooed happily with his hands wrapped around the fingers of the Mandalorians gloved hand.

Nima clapped her hands. “Don’t bother Peli! I’ll fix it right now!”

“I’ll show you where it’s at.” Cara pushed up.

You opened your mouth to argue, but no words came out and you watched in shock as your friend abandoned you with the Mandalorian and child. You blinked in shock, mouth held open. Suddenly, Nima stuck her head back in the room. “Oops. Mr. Marshal Mandalorian, this is my cousin I was telling you about.” She grinned at you. “Cousin, this is the mighty Marshal Mandalorian and his adorable green bean child I told you about.”

With no further words, she left once more. You were gonna kill her. Most definitely. The sound of a throat clearing made your eyes snap back to the man standing across from you. His silver helmet had a t-shaped visor of black glass that gave you no hint at the expression he wore. The two of you just stared at one another for a long moment. Awkward silences were the bane of your existence and you tried to avoid them at all costs. To a fault, arguably. You thrust a hand out to him with a nervous smile. "Hi. You can call me Soran. I'm the cousin Nima always talks about, but I'm not her actual cousin, er..."

"Right." The Mandalorian replied. He shook your hand. "Call me Mando."

"Mando? Like, short for Mandalorian?" You chuckled, and he didn't reply. You rubbed your hands against your pants. Thank the Maker, he had been wearing gloves and couldn’t feel your clammy palms. If you hadn't already decided to murder Nima for abandoning you in this situation, you would've chosen to do it for offering your services to this man. A service you weren't even qualified for. Still, you needed work, a lot of it, and if this was your best option you'd do what you'd have to. “So, is this your son?”

At the question, the child began to babble happily. His adorable, nonsensical words were a good distraction from beating yourself up over asking such a stupid question.

“Yes. This is Grogu.” He responded. The modulator gave his voice a husky quality that was hard not to notice. Grogu was still babbling, but now he released his father’s hands to reach out to you. He opened and closed his hands in a grabbing motion and at the small child’s request you couldn’t help but lift a hand up to him. Grogu grasped at your finger and you offered him a small smile. “Nima says you’re looking for a job.”

Your eyes snapped up from the kid to Mando. “Uh, yes. I am.” It was silent between the two of you again, save for Grogu’s happy voice. “To be honest though…" Your brain screamed at you to lie. Tell him you had an extensive history of babysitting and were well suited for the job. However, lying had never come natural to you. It always left a terrible taste in your mouth. You sighed, "I’m by no means a professional nanny. I’m actually not even an amateur one.” Mando didn’t respond or move his head in any way to hint his thoughts. You cleared your throat. “What I mean is, I like kids, and I’m responsible enough to keep one alive." You winced at your wording. "I just- I’m a quick learner and I'm dedicated to the work I put my mind to.” Grogu tilted his head in the cutest manner you had ever seen, but his father stayed silent. You let out a low whistle. “I am not doing a very good job of selling myself, am I?”

As seconds passed, you were tempted to throw yourself out the back window and find the nearest river of lava to jump into. Just to hide from your embarrassment. Finally, he spoke, “Where are you from?”

Your eyes widened at the direction his question took this conversation. “Oh. Naboo. I was born there, grew up there too, but I lived in Coruscant for a long, long time. Only recently moved to Mos Espa on Tatooine. That's where I just came from.”

“What kind of work do you usually do?”

As if this casual interview couldn’t get worse. You rolled various answers around in your head before settling on the best thing you could. “I worked in a medical clinic.” He was quiet and you assumed that meant he wanted more. As much as you hated lying, as terrible as it made you feel, this was a necessity you reminded yourself. This kind of lie wouldn't hurt anyone. It would protect you, keep you safe. “Receptionist." You blurted. "I scheduled appointments, re-supplied the stock, counted out credits. That kind of stuff.”

“Work…keeps me busy.” Mando said. “I just need someone else around. Keep an eye on the kid while I’m out and sometimes at night if I get called in.” Your eyebrows rose. “I haven’t ever hired a nanny before. I’m... not sure what it’s supposed to entail or the usual pay. I just need help.”

You nodded. “I can do that. I can be helpful. I’m not sure of the pay either, but I’m also not picky. Maybe just a trial period, and see how it goes? A learning curve for both of us.”

Mando nodded in agreement and held out a hand for you to shake. A sigh of relief left you and you tried to pull your hand away from Grogu who refused to let go of your fingers. You lifted your opposite hand to awkwardly grasp his outstretched hand and shook it once. You didn't quite know how to feel about this acquisition. This wasn't where you thought your life would end up. The thought of starting this job filled your belly with nervous energy. You had to succeed at this. Honestly, you were just happy the Mandalorian was willing to give you a chance. More than anything that was what your life needed. A chance. An opportunity. A fresh start. On the plus side, learning how to do a completely new job would be a good enough distraction from your past, surely.

A/N: if you see this on AO3 and think ‘omg she stole this’, I promise I didn’t. That’s me on AO3 too. Pinky swear.

#the mandalorian #din djaren #din djarin x you #din djarin x reader #Female reader #mandalorian and grogu #grogu is a little shit #but a cute little shit #cara dune #peli motto #nevarro #star wars #i'm still stupid bad at tags #but whatever #protective din djarin #good dad din djarin #nanny AU

[darlingjmiller]

I wish all the frogs and other small creatures on Nevarro a very Good Luck

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[azertyrobaz]

Kom’rk Class fighter + N-1 Starfighter

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[a-name-bruh-idk]

din had such a good set up- winning the darksaber from one of Mandalores biggest enemies. Getting a royal ship. Wearing pure beskar armour.

I think we all like the trope of reluctant king and from what we see in this ep and previous ones is that Din actually can communicate effectively with other species and settle disputes. He also literally the covert get land in Nevarro so they’re not dying from a giant lizard everyday.

He just had so much potential and I’m pissed they haven’t explored him being a ruler and focused on Bo instead.

#and it’s not that this seasons is bad bc i understand the direction they were heading in with bo and din but it’s been executed terribly #well ao3 at least you’re still here #i’ll write my own fix it fics #the mandalorian #din djarin #the mandalorian s3 #mand’alor din djarin #bo katan kryze #the darksaber #mythosaur #grogu #nevarro #moff gideon

[ireallyamabear]

i am not like "how is andor and the mandalorian in the same franchise" in the way that i think they should be aesthetically or tonally the same or even go for the same audience. they should be different! but i am like "how is andor and the mandalorian esp. s3 so far in the same franchise", as in, how is one the story of how the empire subjugates and cruelly sanitizes local culture and forces people into terrible life choices were they ultimately might not come out as redeemable people; and the other one is like: yeah the empire was bad and kind of subjugated this place, but the problem with this was that it made this place so unpleasant and not digestible; but when a guy, who might or might not be democratically elected just cleans up everything, then it's just what nevarro needs bc the people who lived here before where so filthy and immoral. even though he was one of them. But what the citizens need is one of his vasals lording over them.

#andor #the mandalorian critical #nevarro #this is giving me whiplash #mp

[coruscanti-arabi]

Greef Karga thriving is genuinely so important and precious

I love that we got to see him build and lead Nevarro successfully.

Black excellence in Star Wars

#star wars #the mandalorian #the mandalorian season 3 #spoilers #greef karga #nevarro #black excellence

[starfall-xo]

The Mandalorian - Chapter 24: “The Return” Christian Alzmann

#star wars #the mandalorian #concept art #mando and grogu #mando #din djarin #grogu #din grogu #baby yoda #mando s3 #mando season 3 #the mandalorian season 3 #tv #television #streaming #disney #disney plus #disney + #lucasfilm #pedro pascal #nevarro #the mandalorion spoilers

[itsizzydizzy]

So who is going to right a reader insert of mando (din djarin) meeting someone on Nevarro and they eventually live a semi normal space cottagecore life.

It’s me isn’t it.

#mando x reader #din djarin #mando season 3 #star wars #din dijarin fanfiction #din djarin x reader #self insert #like I have time #nevarro #the mandalorion spoilers #the mandolorian

[darth-memes]

#star wars #sw memes #the mandalorian #the mandalorian spoilers #the mandalorian season 3 #the mandalorian season 3 spoilers #the mandalorian s3 #the mandalorian s3 spoilers #nevarro #din djarin #greef karga #mandalore #ig-11

[sticks-and-souls]

I love the setup they’re doing for Greef Karga’s hubris this season. The extravagance he’s surrounded himself with is extremely self-important: the droids lifting the hem of his cape everywhere, the insistance (and annoyance) that his proper title includes “High” in it, the freaking bust of himself in his own office. And it also shows up in his relationships with his friends. He expresses hurt over realizing that Din is ‘just there on business’, but literally every part of their conversations up to that point focused on him applauding himself—I mean Nevarro—over the success of new developments because his business goals were to seize the opportunity to incentivize Din to stay in town.

And YET—and this is the important one, in my opinion—for all his focus on his own title, when Din corrects him on Grogu’s actual name (a person Greef has gone through extreme lengths to protect in the past), he brushes it off and moves on (“If you say so”). I have no doubt that Greef does actually view Din as a friend but, as narcissists are wont to do, he is treating Din like a version of himself (and trying to recruit him with creature comforts) rather than actually being a friend (and caring about Din and the things Din cares about). His world view has completely narrowed to his pride…

…and that usually cometh before a fall.

#the mandalorian #the mandalorian season 3 #the mandalorion spoilers #the mandalorian s3 #greef karga #din djarin #grogu #baby yoda #nevarro #my meta #the mandalorian meta

[june-girl-86]

Chapter 56

While the catastrophe has befallen Boro-Borosa, they still don't know about it on Nevarro. But they also have to deal with small problems until something happens here too.

Pairing: Din Djarin x OC Female!

ReaderRating: Mature/Explicit (+18)

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

Cara replayed the recording for the third time and smiled. She was sitting alone in the office, she had sent Mythrol away when the encrypted message arrived. She wanted to check it first before anyone else saw it. As a result, no one had seen the tears of joy that welled up in her eyes when she first saw it. Cara was very happy for Din and Liara. And this child was so lucky that they had found her. A child's laughter made Cara look out into the street. Since the Mandalorians had arrived, the streets of the city had become even livelier. At first, the inhabitants of Nevarro had watched the new arrivals with suspicion; there had been a lot of damage and casualties last time.

Now the fighters were back, but they no longer seemed as dangerous as they all remembered. Probably also because they were no longer hiding and showing their faces. It also helped that the children had no reservations about each other and treated each other normally.

As a result, there were soon twice as many children in the school and just as many rushing through the streets and getting up to mischief.

Yesterday they had a lot of work to do when they opened the cages with the monkeys at the market and then they ran away. It took hours to catch them all again. Another laugh rang out and a horde of children ran past.

"Are they plotting again?"

Cara flinched, startled, as Sona stood in the doorway and her hand went to her gun. She hadn't noticed the woman. Sona raised her hands reassuringly, annoyed. Seeing Cara smile after all these weeks was progress. So was the fact that she was working again and yet every shock sent fear through the young woman's limbs and made her freeze.

"I'm sorry," Sona apologized and Cara shook her head. There was another alarm in the room and she tried to calm down. She was safe.

Cara took a deep breath, then nodded to Sona.

"I'll probably be busy again soon!" Cara joked, before asking Sona to join her. She pointed to the holoscreen and played the message. Now Sona realized why Cara had smiled, she felt the same way. "Din has finally found his family again and started a new one in the process! It's so nice that we Mandalorians are growing again!"

The news that the Hidden Ones would soon be making their way to Nevarro made Sona happy. And she hoped that everything would be peaceful, they had fought each other too often in the past. Cara stood up and reached for the hologram stick.

"Then I'll show Greef and the others the good news!"

Sona shook her head vehemently and stopped Cara. She stood in her way.

"No!"

Cara frowned. Sona sighed.

"There is someone I no longer trust. So please keep this information secret, I'm afraid Bo-Katan will know immediately!"

Cara looked at Sona in astonishment and she suddenly looked very tired.

"I just hope I'm wrong. I don't want to voice my suspicions either, so that you can continue to have a clear view of things!"

Cara nodded in understanding and turned away. In the next room, she locked the flash drive in the safe. A brief sting on her temple made her lean her head against the wall. The memory of the torture and this situation confused her. A reassuring, warm hand touched her on the shoulder. Sona knew about everything, she had told her, and the weaponsmith had just listened at first, before talking to Cara and helping her out of the clutches of nightmares.

"Here you go and I've put some sweets in your bag," said the shopkeeper, winking and handing Ziv the purchases. He thanked her and held the bag close to him.

"And give my best wishes to your mom!"

Ziv nodded and said goodbye. He had picked up the things he had ordered after school had finished, as his mother didn't get home from work until late. Ziv meandered through the hustle and bustle with his heavy school bag on his back and his shopping. He noticed two of his classmates who had just reached home and waved to him. The delicious smell from one of the cooking areas caught his nose and Ziv hurried, as he was hungry. Once home, he stowed away the groceries and took his food out of the fridge to warm it up. He threw his school things into his room and devoured his meal. He had the radio on in the background. When it was so quiet, he felt uncomfortable, but he would never tell his mom that. It had been difficult for her to go back to work, but it had to be done, the support from his former employer after his father's death had run out. Now his mom was looking after the old people who couldn't afford the droids. It was also no problem to take his little sister Izy with him. So Ziv spent most of his time alone at home, but conscientiously did various chores at home or homework so that his mom could rest a little after her work and she didn't have to worry. Above all, Cara had refrained from telling her about the monkeys. Since the Mandalorians had come back, with all the children, he had made new friends. Every now and then they did a few things that weren't allowed.

Like freeing the monkeys from their cages. It was great fun at first, but then they caused more and more chaos and one of them escaped to the Anzellans' workshop. The little creatures made a louder racket than all the monkeys put together.

Cara had all the culprits line up and clean up. Ziv's job was to help the Anzellans and apologize to them. They were a little vindictive and he now had a few more afternoons to show up there to work off the damage. Although, it wasn't that bad there. There was a lot to discover in their collection. Ziv sighed and picked up his backpack to do his homework.

They hadn't had much to do, so he didn't think twice and ran outside. He wanted to go to the tunnel, where he had lost his Mandalorian necklace a few days ago, which he had been given by Din when he had been rescued by him. When the Mandos came back and reported on how Din and Liara were doing and what they had already experienced on their journey, he had been pleased to hear from them again. He was also glad to hear that they would be back here soon, once they had finished their search for Din's family. Ziv scurried down one of the side streets that led to the old entrance. You weren't supposed to go down there anymore, there had been cave-ins from a few eruptions of the volcano, but Ziv knew where to go and it was safe.

He walked down the steps, the dusty, dirty smell greeted him. His flashlight lit the way for him and after a few minutes it did indeed glitter in the light. Ziv whooped and picked up the chain. The ribbon was torn, but the pendant was still on it. He put it in his pocket and was about to go back when he heard voices. They were coming from the old smithy. Curiosity got the better of him and the boy crept towards the vault.

"... he wants to go to Aq Vetina and build the new home there..."

It was the voice of Paz, the great Mando, Ziv found him a little terrifying. He and Sona had come back with Cara, they hadn't been well for a while afterwards. Perhaps also because Ezer hadn't survived. There were several days of mourning for the young bounty hunter. Ziv wondered who Paz was talking to, he understood immediately that it was about Din as the place had been mentioned a few times by the other Mandos. A female voice replied.

"This is quite enough for me. I know where this place is. That's where I killed his parents and that's where his last hour will have come. Even if I have to wait many more rotations for them there, it will be a joyful wait!"

Ziv was shocked by the malice in his voice. He absolutely had to get to Cara and tell her about it. Slowly he walked backwards, caught on a beam and fell backwards. It was loud enough to alert Paz. He came rushing out and saw the boy struggling to his feet and staring at the man with wide eyes.

"You know what you have to do!" the woman's voice sounded from the holotransmission and Paz said yes. Ziv swallowed, then ran off, and from the sounds of it, Paz did too. The smell of sulphur increased and Ziv was aware he was running in the wrong direction, but there was another turn and he had to catch it. Unfortunately, his flashlight was flickering, the energy was fading and he would miss the path. He heard Paz shouting threats and, despite the warmth, he felt freezing cold. Ziv glanced backwards, noticing the glow from Paz's torch. When he turned back around, Ziv's eyes widened in shock, but he couldn't stop. There was a gaping hole in front of him, and he jerked his arms, hoping to catch his weight and fall backwards. But it was in vain, his body fell and Ziv screamed until he hit the ground. A wave of pain seized the boy and immediately sent him into a deep unconsciousness. Paz heard the impact, stopped at the edge and glanced down the few meters. The boy was lying next to some rocks, open wounds visible. That solved the problem, he thought and turned away.

Yazmin put the sleeping Izy in her bed and left the nursery. She was just as tired herself. In the kitchen, she noticed the bag of fruit bears and smiled. Ziv had received another present. She took a few and snacked on them. The sweetness was good for her now. When she had entered the apartment, everything had been dark and she assumed that Ziv was already asleep. She decided to leave the boy alone and went to bed too. Tomorrow was her day off and she would cook him his favorite meal.

The radio was on, scrambled eggs and bacon were sizzling in the pan and Izy was toddling around barefoot. Yazmin hummed along to the song, looked at her watch and sighed.

"Ziv, honey!"

After she had set the table, there was still no sound from Ziv's room. Yazmin knocked on his door, getting a little angry now.

"Get up!"

The murmur that usually followed failed to materialize and she opened the door.

"You're coming to..."

A few clothes were scattered around, but the bed was untouched. Yazmin was confused and ran to the bathroom, but it was empty too. Izy followed her mom laughing, she hadn't understood the seriousness of the situation. There was a rucksack in the kitchen, so Ziv hadn't left for school early. Yazmin ran her fingers nervously through her hair, then turned off the stove, grabbed Izy and knocked on the neighbor's door. She hadn't seen him since yesterday either. The neighbor took Izy from her, recognizing her mother's helplessness.

"I'll look after the little one. Go to Cara and find him!"

Yazmin nodded and ran off.

Cara was discussing today's appointments with Mythrol and Kadin, a new member of Nevarro's security staff, when a woman came rushing in, completely upset.

"Yazmin?"

"Ziv's gone!"

She reported everything, presumably that he had disappeared yesterday and she hadn't noticed.

"I wish I'd looked in on him again!" she reproached herself and sank into a visitor's chair. Cara shook her head.

"You couldn't have known. We'll go to the school now and ask everyone there if they know anything!"

Yazmin nodded and the women set off.

"Maybe the Anzellans didn't let him go yesterday. I wouldn't be surprised. We'd best go and check there now!"

Yazmin frowned irritably and stopped.

"Why Anzellans?"

Cara paused and sighed.

"He didn't tell you anything?"

Yazmin shook her head. Cara told her about the incident with the monkeys and Yazmin closed her eyes. When she looked at Cara again, she noticed how horrified her mother was.

"I get paid well, but I hardly ever get to see my big boy. And the fact that he hides this from me..."

Cara ran her hand along Yazmin's arm as they were about to reach the workshop.

"At that age, you're always keeping secrets from your parents!"

She winked at Yazmin and she actually grinned as she thought about the past.

The little creatures were chattering loudly and Cara needed some time, she understood the language, but too much at once was borderline. She knelt in front of the entrance and nodded a few times. Yazmin was crouched beside her, but she had gotten out after the first few words and was just hoping the Anzellans could help them. Cara sat up and waved into the workshop before the door closed.

"He was supposed to show up today, they don't know where he is. If we find him, they'll insist he works off his debt!"

The women got up and walked on to the school. Lessons were already in progress there and Caz was reluctant to be disturbed. Cara explained the situation, pointing to Yazmin, who was pacing back and forth outside the window. The droid interrupted the lesson and they asked the children if they knew anything. But they all said no. Two said the last time they had seen him was when he was leaving the market on his way home. That didn't help Cara, since the shopping and his rucksack were at home, he must have left the apartment again afterwards.

Cara took Yazmin back to her office. She was still beside herself with worry. Cara informed Greef that they had a missing person case. Shortly afterwards, he appeared with several bounty hunters from the guild.

"We're going on a search now. Don't worry, we'll find him!"

Yazmin thanked them all and looked after them as they disappeared into the alleyways. Two of them wanted to search everything with their ships from above, on and far behind the lava fields.

Over the course of the day, more and more people came to hear about Ziv's disappearance. Yazmin was overwhelmed by the willingness to help and began to cry. She had been holding back the tears the whole time, but as time passed and they didn't find him despite the many helpers, her nerves were frayed. Sona, who had brought over some food, comforted the worried mother. She gave her hope, but the feedback was always negative.

"He can't just disappear into thin air!"

Cara secretly agreed with her, but there were plenty of places in and around the city to hide or find herself in a helpless situation. The day was drawing to a close and Cara sent Yazmin to her apartment, above the office, so she could get some rest. Izy was in good hands with her neighbor, who had immediately agreed to continue looking after the girl. Cara took turns with Kadin during the night, asking for situation reports from the searchers. A team would continue to search the tunnels in the morning, but it was not entirely safe due to the danger of collapse in some places.

Dark shadows had settled under Yazmin's eyes. Her sleep had been restless and now she hoped the coffee would give her a boost. Cara yawned furtively behind her arm before biting hungrily into a chocolate roll that Greef had brought them with a few other goodies. His bounty hunters were ready to help again today. There was a knock and a woman entered with a boy. Gry, one of the Mandalorian women, and her son Rufo, whose red hair looked almost more intense than his mother's. Cara knew Rufo well, he had a lot of nonsense in his head and was the one who had freed the monkeys. But he too would have to serve his sentence for a few more hours with the merchant.

"He has something to tell you!"

Rufo looked at those present, somewhat unsettled, while Gry put his hands on his shoulders to encourage him.

"Is it that bad?" Cara asked and Rufo shook his head. He swallowed.

"Did you find his necklace?"

Cara looked at Yazmin, who was now sitting upright and staring at Rufo. Cara answered in the negative.

"He lost it the other day when we were in the tunnel..."

Yazmin gasped, Gry raised his hand.

"I was down there with him, there was something in one of the quarters that once belonged to us. They didn't leave the secure area! Rufo confessed to me this morning that they were still there, otherwise I would have informed you yesterday!"

Rufo nodded.

"He noticed upstairs that the chain was gone. But as it was already time to go home, he wanted to look for it another time. But we only went to the old quarters, honestly!"

Sona shone her light over the dusty floor. Behind her, Paz moved around, looking into every niche they knew. The weaponsmith had immediately offered to search her old home. A strange feeling had accompanied her since they had entered the tunnels, she just couldn't grasp it. At the former smithy, she paused and noticed the many footprints. A search party had already been here, but had turned back as one of the paths was impassable. But there was another one and they were now walking along it. They kept calling for Ziv's name, but got no answer.

"If he was hiding here, he would have realized by now that we were looking for him," Paz grumbled and Sona noticed how the giant slowed down. She turned to him, shone a light in his face and blinked.

"Maybe something's happened to him!"

She noticed the flicker in Paz's eyes, but suppressed it. The two of them continued to search, the smell of sulphur was very intense and it was getting warmer. Paz shone his torch along the corridor, pointed at the rubble and tore at the floor.

"This is as far as it goes!"

Sona nodded, but she didn't turn back. She sensed that Paz was desperate to leave this place and the uneasy feeling intensified. When she sat down in front of the hole and shone her light into it, she froze. Sona jumped up and pushed the astonished Paz against the wall. She screamed at him, it echoed off the wall.

"You son of a bitch. What did Bo-Katan promise you?"

Paz swallowed and pointed to his temple, the same scar as Cara's. Sona shook her head, then left him and climbed down to Ziv. When she touched the child, she couldn't believe it, but she felt a pulse beat and oxygen escaped from his mouth. She immediately relayed the location via the communicator and looked up at Paz, who was giving her light. His hand trembled and he closed his eyes. Hopefully he would soon be punished for this.

Ziv was already in one of the treatment rooms when Yazmin arrived at the medical center with Cara. She caught sight of Sona. The boy's blood was on her hands and clothes. Yazmin let out a scream and collapsed. Cara tried to hold her mother down, but it was only with Greef's help that they managed to maneuver her onto a bench in the waiting area.

"He was alive and I'm sure they'll be able to help him!" Sona tried to reassure her, but realized that she would further unsettle her mother in that state. She immediately left the center to clean up and change in her accommodation. Paz wanted to follow her, but Sona shook her head.

"Don't you dare leave here. You will speak to the Creator and hope the boy survives!" she hissed at him. Paz glared after her, then sat down in one of the rows of chairs to wait like the others.

Flora looked anxiously at the monitor, which showed them the boy's data. When the door opened and the Twi'lek entered, she handed the pad to the doctor.

"He must be operated on immediately. I will inform the relatives! Let Doctor Gago know and I'll follow!"

Flora nodded and set to work.

Yazmin saw a doctor coming towards her and she began to tremble. Cara squeezed her hand and stood by her.

"I am Doctor Loris. I'm going to operate on your son with my colleague. He has many fractures, but we will leave them untreated at first. His internal injuries are very serious and have priority!"

Yazmin swallowed and nodded, she had understood the doctor. He smiled encouragingly at her and then hurried into the operating theater.

It took a long time, new blood reserves were requested again and again, but they were able to stabilize the child. "He seems to be a bit of a fighter, lying somewhere for so long with these injuries alone..." said Gago, looking after the patient, who was now being taken to the intensive care unit.

"Let's hope he survives the next 24 hours and then we can repair the fractures. Only then will I be persuaded to have a drink of joy!" Loris tried to put the brakes on his colleague. But he also secretly hoped that the boy would recover. Hopefully his head hadn't sustained any damage...

"I'll talk to the mother and let her see him!"

Gago nodded and the two of them left the operating theater.

Yazmin sat next to her child's bed, cables and tubes everywhere. A machine was helping him to breathe. The doctor had explained to her that they had put him in an induced coma while they had not yet operated on him because of the fractures in his leg and arms.

"That way he is completely pain-free and his body can recover. He needs all the strength he can get!"

The wire mesh on his head was supposed to measure brain waves and pressure; his brain was swollen from the impact. So far, everything was still fine and he was given medication to help him lose weight. Despite the bruises and abrasions, his face was pale and Yazmin gently ran her trembling fingers over his skin. Her eyes watered again.

"I'm here, my darling, everything is going to be all right now!"

---

@the-rain-on-kamino

#the burden of responsibility #din djarin fanfic #din djarin x original character #din djarin x oc #the mandalorian #the mandalorian fanfic #cara dune #greef karga #nevarro #bo katan kryze #mandalorians #the armorer #din djarin clan #din djarin

[theidiotwhowritesthings]

A Fresh Start [3]

Din Djarin x F!Reader

Warnings: use of reader’s fake name, reader is on the run from her past, remember?, self-doubt, i think that’s it🤷🏻‍♀️

Word Count: 4,045

Summary: When you made plans for your future they never involved being hired by a Mandalorian to baby-sit his adorable, green gremlin of a child. However, after your life fell apart in the span of one disastrous night,  you found it to be the only feasible option you had left. Nevarro was a  far cry from Coruscant, but the thriving community turned out to be  exactly what you needed. Every day you spend in Nevarro you fall more  and more in love with your new life, but when your past rears its ugly  head you find that perhaps peace wasn’t meant for everyone.

Chapter #03: MARSHAL DADDY

Chapter Summary: It’s difficult to eat dinner with someone who wears a helmet.

  “The greatest act of courage is to be & own all that you are. Without apology. Without excuses & without any masks to cover the truth of who you truly are.” ⏤Unknown

They say it takes three days to build a habit. Three days of an activity then your body and brain begin to crave that routine. You found that to be true, and by the fourth day of living and working for Nevarro's Mandalorian Marshal you were mostly comfortable. You had a schedule at least. In the mornings, you’d get Grogu up and start on breakfast while Mando got ready for work. Like you assumed, Grogu slept in Mando’s bedroom. There was a hammock style set up in a corner of the room surrounded by plush toys, animals, and thick blankets⏤ like a little nest. Then the Marshal would go to work and you’d spend the day with Grogu. Doing light chores around the house when able. Mando would be back from work before the sun went down and you’d have dinner ready for them. If that were all that was involved you’d consider yourself a pro already.

However, like most things in life, it wasn’t quite that simple.

Dinner time still felt rather awkward and you weren’t sure what to do with that. Mando didn’t plan on taking his helmet off around you, information you had gathered not been told, and Grogu was accustomed to seeing his father’s face in the evening. The first night you stayed in the house, you took dinner to your room to eat with the excuse of having to unpack. That’s where you hid until the house grew quiet because you were terrified of stepping out of your room and accidentally seeing Mando’s face. You weren’t sure the logistics of it all, but obviously the stories about Mandalorians not showing their face to the public were true and you’d feel awful if you screwed that up for him.

The next few nights you tried a similar tactic, but you could tell Mando felt odd about the entire scenario. Maybe he felt bad that you were hiding away in a house you technically lived in, or maybe he hated the idea of someone lurking in a back bedroom, but it was obvious this was not going to work. So, you made the excuse that Nima wanted to hang out, and on your third and fourth night you met your friend at the local cantina to drink. Mando preferred to do Grogu’s night time routine anyways so he got the kid into bed. You just had to be there in case he got called into work⏤ which hadn’t actually happened yet.

The point was, your system needed adjusting, but you were still in your first week of work. Obviously there would be issues and hopefully time would be the solution to it all.

“So, is this just where you’re going to live from 7:30 to 9:30 every single day?” Nima asked.

You rolled your eyes. “Of course not.” As a side note, you mumbled under your breath. “I can’t afford to drink that much.” Mando and you had agreed on a more than fair wage, but your salary wasn’t going to go far if you kept blowing it on drinks with Nima. “We’re still figuring things out.”

“Has he offered any solution?”

“I don’t want him to offer. I want to figure it out myself.” You argued. “That’s his  home. I’m intruding. I hate that he feels uncomfortable in any way.”

Nima pointed her glass toward you. “Counter argument. It’s your home now. He’s  paying  you to be there. You shouldn’t feel uncomfortable either.”

“It’s⏤It’s more complicated than that.” You said. “It’s not like he’s doing this just to do it. The helmet thing is part of being Mandalorian, I think, and the only time he is free of that is with his son in the evening. I don’t want to take that from them.”

“Cara says it’s not all Mandalorians.”

“What?”

“Apparently there are different kinds, or something, and they have different beliefs.” Nima replied. The two of you were sitting at the bar on stools you had claimed to be your own this week. Behind you the cantina was buzzing with life and music. This was a popular place to be in the evening, you weren’t alone in your routine. “The Marshal is part of the group that can never reveal their face to any living thing. But he shows it to his son so maybe that’s the exception.” Nima clapped you on the shoulder. “That’s it! You just gotta be adopted by him!”

“I don’t want to be adopted by the Mandalorian.” You snorted and lifted your drink to your lips.

“Why? You can call Marshal Mando ‘daddy’. Mmm, Marshal Daddy.”

You inhaled your sip of spotchka at her words and began to choke. Nima laughed in glee while you tried to cough up the blue, burning liquid that now resided in your lungs. When it was clear enough for you to speak, you glared at her. “Seriously?”

“He’s hardly my type, but there must be something about him considering how worked up the single women in this town get over him.” Nima shrugged. You chuckled in response. She wasn’t wrong. On your first day of being a nanny, Torlee had given you rather a cold greeting and she hadn’t been the only one. There were a handful of random people around town who would give you the stink eye as if you had stolen something from them. “So? What is it? You date guys. Tell me the secret.”

To be honest, you weren’t entirely sure. You had your guesses. There was something about the strong silent type that tended to strike up intrigue, and Mando was nothing if not strong and silent. It was really cute hearing stories about how serious and deadly he could be as Marshal and then watch him hold full conversations with his son at home. Duality of man, you supposed. Then there was his figure alone. Somehow, it left nothing to the imagination while also leaving plenty for a person to imagine. You, and everyone else it seemed, had no idea what he looked like under all that armor, but by the Maker was his shoulder to waist ratio godly.

Personally, you hadn’t caught the bug for him. Probably because, despite knowing he was human, you couldn’t stop picturing large green ears tucked into the helmet. As if Grogu had taken after him somehow. It was ridiculous, and you knew Grogu was adopted, but if imagining an aged up Grogu under the suit kept you from drooling over the man then it was for the best. He was your boss after all.

“I don’t know the secret.” You finally replied. “But if I figure it out, you’ll be the first to know.”

Grogu’s eyes had already fluttered close, soft snores drifting from him, but Din couldn’t bring himself to set the child down yet. Peli told him dozens of times that it wasn’t good to let the kid fall asleep in his arms. Children were supposed to learn how to fall asleep on their own. Din figured Grogu could learn that skill later in life. Letting his son fall asleep in his arms was quite possibly his favorite part of their night time routine. It was when Din felt the most at peace.

Din continued to lightly rock Grogu as he stood in place by his bed. A soft buzzing sound had him reaching over to his dresser to pick up the communicator that rested there.

  ‘I’m home! Are you in your room?’

‘Yes.’  Din sent back. Seconds later he could hear the front door lightly click shut followed by quiet footsteps. They passed his bedroom, and Din stared at his communicator a second longer before typing,  ‘Good night.’

  ‘Good night to you too. Hope Grogu didn’t give you too much trouble.’

Din struggled with a response before deciding to just set his communicator aside. You were hardly a stranger at this point, but he still found himself at a loss of words. It didn’t help that the two of you were caught in quite the dilemma. Din didn’t know how to fix this problem. Well, he did, but it wasn't a step he was prepared to take.

The easiest solution was to take his helmet off and show you his face. Easiest in the sense that it was the least complicated, but in terms of how ready he was to handle that⏤ it may be the most difficult solution. Technically speaking, he wasn’t a Mandalorian right now. Apostate. That’s what the Armorer had called him, and he could hardly argue otherwise. Din had taken his armor off with Mayfield in order to find where Moff Gideon had taken his son. Mayfield had seen his face. Then, when he thought he was saying good-bye to his son, he removed his helmet once more. Grogu saw his face. Cara saw his face. Fennec and Bo-Katan. At that point, he knew he should never place it on his head again, but he had.

When the Armor asked him if any living thing had seen his face, he knew what the outcome would be. His creed had been lost. Boba had spoken to him for a long time about the Children of the Watch and about the reputation his helmet carried. According to the older man, there was more to the creed than hiding his face. Boba Fett was someone he respected greatly. His opinion on the matter held great weight, but in the quiet of the night Din still found himself doubtful. The Armorer agreed to redemption after all. If Din returned to Mandalore, bathed in the Living Waters, then he would be Apostate no longer. That had been his plan until Karga offered him a home and job here.

Din's plan had been to turn it down, carry forth with his mission to redeem himself, but upon further thought he didn't want to take Grogu to a potentially poisoned planet. Maybe one day, but for now he wanted peace. He wanted a life with his son, and Nevarro gave that to him. As he hadn’t redeemed himself yet, as he was still Apostate, that meant Din was free to take his helmet off right now. Technically speaking he had no creed to uphold, not until he went on his journey to Mandalore, but he still hadn't been able to bring himself to reveal his face to anyone but his foundling. He told himself it was because he didn't want to break his creed any further than he already had before finding redemption, but sometimes he wondered if that was all.

He spent a majority of his life wearing this helmet. It was a shield that separated him from the rest of the world. To be honest, Din didn't know how to go about his day with his face out for any stranger to see. He never wanted to admit to fear, but this gripped his soul. Up until now, he was able to push the thoughts aside and just live his life with Grogu by his side. It wasn't until you came into the equation that things changed. Now, he was forced to confront these thoughts.

What were his options? Show his face to you or fire you? The latter wasn't a feasible. Grogu had already grown attached, and Din would be lying if he said he hadn’t as well. Having you around was a relief. It had taken a weight off his shoulders he hadn’t been aware he was carrying. Hiring you had been a very, very good decision. Now, he just had to figure out how to keep you.

At the end of the day, he did not regret the choices he made regarding his helmet. If Din had to relive those days he would make the same choices over and over and over again. In his entire life, he never thought he’d find something worth more to him than his creed, but he had been proven wrong. Grogu was more important. His son. Din would reveal his face to the world twelve times over if it meant he could keep Grogu safe. He’d suffer the Armorer’s disdain and be exiled repeatedly if it meant he got to keep his son by his side⏤ help raise him and watch him grow.

Din did not regret the position he found himself in, but he did not know where to go from here. He couldn't expect you to hide away when the sun went down every day. DIn could argue that showing you his face would be for Grogu's benefit. Revealing his full identity to you was for his son. That's a sacrifice he's always been able to make. Still, he struggled.

With a soft sigh, Din set Grogu into his hammock and tucked him in. He snuggled deeper into the space and Din smiled at the action.

Solving this issue would take just one minute of decisive action. Don't think, just act. He was good at that. Din ran a hand through his hair, probably only making it messier, and readjusted his plain shirt and sweatpants. He didn’t have a mirror in his room, wasn’t used to needing one, and for the first time he felt annoyed by that fact. Settling in his resolve, Din stepped out of his room and quietly treaded to your closed door.

Din went to knock, but he found his hand hovering over the wood, 'What if she doesn't like the way I look?'

The thought was involuntary. It shoved to the forefront of his mind without any kind of warning. What? Where had that even come from? His eyebrows furrowed in confusion. That shouldn’t be something he cared about, yet now he couldn't shake it free.

He found you attractive. It was one the first thing he noticed, but he didn’t pay it any attention. His dating history was by no means extensive, but he was still a red blooded man. Din was just used to putting that kind of information to the back of his mind. Especially since Grogu became a part of his life. He hadn’t pursued anyone since he found Grogu. It just hadn’t been a priority to him.

Granted, you were difficult to ignore. He thought you were beautiful, and he thought it was cute that you tended to ramble anytime you got nervous. Plus, watching you with his son was addicting. Din could watch you play and chat with Grogu all day long. That had to be it. He was just hypnotized by the domestic bliss you carried with you. There was nothing more. If he was better at convincing himself of that then this would probably be easier. Din planned to knock, he wanted to, but despite logically working through the issue the question still remained and he found himself embarrassed that he had such a silly concern.

The sound of muffled steps alerted him that a decision needed to be made. His body was moving on its own accord, and he backpedaled silently to slip back in his room. Seconds later he heard your door open followed by the bathroom door opening and closing. Din rubbed his face and shuffled over to his bed to fall into it.

Tomorrow. He’d try again tomorrow.

As your alarm began to blare, you blindly reached out to your nightstand table to silence it. You laid in bed a moment longer, stretching each limb, then sat up with a groan. Around this time in the morning, Mando was getting ready for work and Grogu would be in the process of waking up. You climbed out of bed and wandered out to the bathroom to use the toilet and quickly brush your teeth. Still dressed in your pajamas, you peered into Mando’s bedroom assuming that since the door was open it would be safe.

“Grogu?” You whispered and tiptoed in. Typically, you’d find him chilling in his hammock waiting for you to scoop him up. He was always the cutest and most cuddly when you picked him up in the mornings. Today though, you were greeted with an empty bed. “Huh.”

You turned out of the room and walked down the hall. You could hear Mando softly talking to Grogu, and Grogu’s giggly, mostly nonsensical responses drifting toward you. There was something odd about Mando’s voice, something your mind couldn’t place, but in your morning haze you didn't think to stop and puzzle out why. You stepped through the archway into the kitchen just to freeze.

Standing at the stove was a man.

His back was to you and you could see Grogu’s ears from where he was being held in one arm. He wore a plain gray t-shirt that was thin enough to see the outline of his shoulder blades and back. His sweatpants hung on his hips and that shoulder to waist ratio was undeniably familiar. This was the Mandalorian. You were staring at Mando. His helmet was resting on the counter by the stove. Soft, messy brown hair covered his head. The ends looked like they naturally curled, and you couldn’t tear your eyes away from the tan skin rising up from his collar to where his hair met the nape of his neck.

You were so in awe that it took a second to realize the situation you were currently in.

This was Mando.

You were staring at Mando.

Helmet less Mando.

You couldn’t hold back the gasp that left you, and you quickly shut your eyes⏤ slapping your hands over them as well for good measure.

"Soran?" You heard Mando call out to you in surprise, but you spun around to leave the room. Unfortunately, in your panic, you misjudged where you stood and instead of rushing through the archway you ran straight into the wall. You yelped in pain and since you were too afraid to pull your hands from your eyes to catch yourself you ended up falling on your ass instead. You grunted, and Mando cursed. “Dank farrik.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” You blurted. “I am so sorry, Mando.”

“Are you alright?” Mando’s voice was altered once more to the tone you were most familiar with as it came through the voice modulator. "Soran?" He called out again in concern, and you could feel him kneeling near you. "Are you-"

You shook your head and didn't let him speak. “Mando, I am so sorry. I swear to the Maker, I didn’t see you.” You paused. “That’s sort of a lie. I saw the back of your head. You have brown hair. Really nice brown hair, but definitely brown hair. I swear though, I didn’t see your face.”

“You did nothing wrong.” Mando said. “You can open your eyes.”

His voice sounded like he was wearing his helmet, but you still found yourself nervous. You peeked through one eye between your fingers, hesitant, but when you saw silver beskar you breathed out a sigh of relief. Mando was knelt beside you, one hand resting on the archway you ran into, so his entire frame hovered over you. It still felt odd to see his bare arms, and now with him facing you it was clear to see all of his neck and his collarbones. You were gawking. You needed to stop. Luckily, Grogu was standing in front of you with his hands held over his closed eyes much like you had just been sitting. You chuckled and at the sound he peeked through his own hands.

Finally, you lifted your gaze back to the t-shaped visor, “Mando⏤”

He held up a hand, stopping your flow of words, and spoke firmly, “Are you injured?”

“Not physically. My pride hurts a decent bit.” You admitted. Mando let out a breathy laugh and the sound caught you off guard. You really hadn’t spent all that much time with him let alone spent the time making him laugh. You were mostly with Grogu. “I am sorry though.”

“If anyone is at fault, it’s me. I forgot to warn you I wasn’t working today, and I’m the one out in the open without my helmet.”

“Yeah, but this is your house. You have every right to wander all over this place, helmet less or not.” You replied. Just last night you had been talking to Nima about this issue, and it was growing more problematic by the second. You sighed. “Maybe… Maybe I should move out?” Mando stiffened and slowly tilted his head at you. “I can get a place in town, real close, and just come here in the morning before you leave for work and then leave when you get back.” Grogu crawled into your lap cooing and you wrapped your arms around him. “If you ever need me in the night you can just message me and I’ll run right over.”

Mando didn’t immediately reply and you nervously began to play with Grogu’s ears. The kid giggled and the sound was almost a good distraction for the tension in the air. Finally, Mando spoke up, “Are you... comfortable living here?”

“Am I⏤? Of course!” You said. “You’ve been so welcoming and my room is great and the job is perfect⏤” You shook your head. “You’ve been wonderful, Mando. I just don’t wanna make you uncomfortable.”

“I’m not uncomfortable." He replied in a tone that settled the matter. "And if you’re not uncomfortable then,” Mando shrugged, “I think you should stay.”

There was a warmth in his voice that brought a broad smile to your face. Grogu bounced in your lap and he held his hands up toward your face. You leaned in so he could pat your cheeks. “Okay. Besides, how could I stand to be so far away from my bestest buddy?”

Mando pushed to stand and then he held out a hand for you to take. The urge to stare and take in every inch of it was weirdly tempting, but you let him pull you up to your feet. Mando cleared his throat and rubbed the back of his neck. “I’m actually glad you’re up. Grogu wants something for breakfast, and he’s unhappy with all my attempts.”

“Egg.” Grogu blurted, staring up at you. “Egg. Egg. Egg.”

“He sounds like a Jawa.” Mando mumbled. “I made eggs, but he didn’t want them.”

You glanced over at the stove where a frying pan sat by a carton of eggs. Grogu’s high chair had a small bowl of untouched scrambled eggs. You chuckled. “I think he wants an omelet. I made it for him yesterday and he loved it.”

“Egg!” Grogu agreed.

“Here, I can make it.” You held Grogu out to Mando who took him. The Mandalorian murmured something to his son in Mando’a that you didn’t catch. It reminded you that you meant to talk to Mando about this. Grogu used a handful of words in that language, but because you didn’t recognize them it made communication difficult. You had been working with Grogu on words in Basic, and you’d love to add some Mando’a vocabulary to it. You just needed to know it first. You went to the fridge to pull out cheese and a few vegetables that you knew Grogu liked.

Mando stood behind you, leaning against the kitchen counter top with his son in his arms, and you glanced over your shoulder only once to admire him.

“What?” He questioned.

“Sorry. It’s just so weird to see you out of the suit of armor.” You chuckled.

“Bad weird?”

“No,” You replied quickly, “It just ruins the mental image I had of green skin and big ears.”

Mando laughed again, “Sorry to disappoint.”

“I’ll just have to learn to live with it, I suppose.”

The kitchen was filled with Grogu laughing as his dad tickled him and the sizzling of breakfast. Typically, you were here alone wrestling the green bean while trying to make him food. It wasn’t overly difficult and you still enjoyed it, but there was something kind of calming from having Mando here as well and that caught you off guard. The lack of his full suit of armor might play a role in that. In the early morning light wearing his pajamas and playing with his son, he looked so… human.

“I was wondering, do you, uh, have plans today?”

You flipped the omelets in the skillet then looked over at Mando with a grin. “Well, until five minutes ago I thought I was on Grogu duty.”

“Right.” Mando blurted. “I’m sorry, I should’ve told you sooner⏤”

“I’m joking, Mando. What were you thinking?”

He paused briefly, “Well, there’s a traveling market here today. Local vendors and some from neighboring worlds." Mando said. “I can show you around. If you're interested that is."

You finished with both omelets and went to grab a set of plates. “I’d love that!” You set both plates on the counter by Mando. “Sounds fun. Here. You boys have breakfast and I’ll go get ready for the day. Yeah?” Mando pushed off the counter and pointed to the omelet with a slight tilt of his head. You nodded. “It’s yours.” You point to his, then his son’s omelet. “You, Grogu.”

“What about you?”

“I’m not a big breakfast eater, don’t worry.” You shrugged. “Take your time too, don’t rush. I’m gonna take a shower this morning so you and Grogu can enjoy.”

“Oh. Thank you.”

Excited for the day, you hurried upstairs to get ready. You were interested to see the small marketplace become more lively with outside visitors. You were sure the lively city was even more bright today. Plus, this would be an opportunity to get to know your boss a little bit better. Maybe if the two of you were a little more comfortable with one another then hiding from him in your room during dinner time would be a bit less awkward.

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