#riduur

[covermeindinsbeskar]

Cherries, Vanilla & Caf

Din Djarin x Reader

Summary: Grogu was finally tucked in and fast asleep in bed (after hours of running around the house, stealing snacks and crying for Din). When the morning of the third day presented itself with no sign of Din you started to worry. You rub your face trying to rid the dark thoughts of him being hurt, captured, or stuck somewhere and couldn’t come home to his aliit.

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI. You will be blocked. Sorry not sorry. No use of Y/N. established relationship. SMUT, SMUT, SMUT. Unprotected p in v (wrap it up!) oral, fingering, soft/dom Din, cream pie, pet names: most in mando’a one time use of girl. If I missed any let me know!

Word count: 2.9k

Notes: this is my first smutty fic! Please be kind

You pace around your new home, trying to find little tasks to occupy your mind. Grogu was finally tucked in and fast asleep in bed (after hours of running around the house, stealing snacks and crying for Din). You open the living room window to let the cool night air circulate the house. Your skin feeling the immediate temperature drop due to your little nightgown. You peer out the window in hopes to see a glimpse of your Riduur, still no sign of him. Din has been out on a job for almost five days now, even though he promised it would only be two days… max. When the morning of the third day presented itself with no sign of Din you started to worry. It’s not like it hasn’t happened before- it has. Although this time, you’ve had no contact through the com-link. You drop your body down on the couch with a long sigh that strains your lungs.

You rub your face trying to rid the dark thoughts of him being hurt, captured, or stuck somewhere and couldn’t come home to his aliit. If he doesn’t come home by the morning, you’re going straight to Karga! Sorry- high magistrate Karga, you silently mock to yourself.

Sharing a home with your riduur was truly a dream come true the two of you never thought possible. Despite that, a part of you misses traveling alongside him. Being there to make sure he takes care of himself or tending to him if he’s hurt, and you’d be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t miss the rush of a hunt. Your eyes start to flutter shut as you think about your old life with a faint smile painted on your face.

“Ner cyar’ika.” A voice calls to you

You softly blink into the darkness, your hands meeting your eyes to rub the sleep away. As you open your eyes, your met with the beautiful brown eyes of your riduur. Your heart almost burst from the relief. He’s safe. He’s home. “Su Cuy’gar!” You gasp, reaching out to Din.

You wrap your arms around his neck, Din's arms naturally envelop your waist, bringing you impossibly close to his body. He could stay like this forever if he could, if you would let him. He brushes his nose against your neck, engulfing himself in your essence. Cherries. vanilla. Caf. It's like spice to him, your scent so intoxicatingly euphoric it brings him to his knees in complete submission. He would kill to keep you all for himself. Destroy all who even dare look your way. Worship you.

His body fills with a fierce heat, his desire to show you how sorry he is for being gone for so long. To show you how much he’s missed you. A physical need to prove just how alive he is. His lips feather your neck leaving sweet little kisses where your chin meets your neck making you let out the sweetest sighs.

He feels guilty for making you worry about him. The guilt tugs at his heart, restricting his breathing that travels up his dry throat making his voice crack. “Of course, I’m still alive, meshla. I’m sorry I was gone for so long…” He never wants to be separated for this long. He took the job because he was told it would be easy. Unfortunately, the bounty proved himself difficult. A bloody fight with bounty droids got so out of control he broke his only way of communicating with you. The bounty ended up slipping away in the chaos making Din travel farther, keeping him away from you.

“Are you ok?” You ask, looking his face over for any cuts or bruises “are you hurt?”

He chuckles, your worry warming his heart “Ner cyar’ika, I’m fine.” you hum in relief.

Din slides his hands down to the back of your thighs lifting you up off the couch. You wrap your legs around his waist holding on to him as tight as you can, hoping to melt into him. Time seems to slow down when the two of you are like this. The aura of pure love and safety radiating off your bodies. A shared silence that’s always comforting, only the sounds of the faint synchronized breathing from you both.

You take in everything that is Din, running your nails lightly up his broad shoulders, scraping up the back his neck until they found their destination, entangling into his messy brown curls that always seem to fall perfectly on his face. Earning a low grunt from Din that sparks a fire between your thighs. You squeeze your legs around him tighter to put out the fire, your now burning skin finding relief from the cool beskar suit. His erection grows from the little squirms against him you think he doesn’t notice.

“I missed you so much, cyar’ika” he whispers into your hair.

You tug at the fabric around his neck burying your face into his new exposed skin. Earthy tones, cold metal and gun powder. The smell of him. The smell of home. “I missed you too, Riduur” you coo back.

“Can I take my Riduur to bed?” he asks while running his hand through your hair.

His words add more fuel to the fire that’s burning inside your body. You pull him in closer than you already were “Yes...” You purr.

He walks you both to the bedroom laying you down carefully on the bed. He swiftly crawls in-between your legs, caging you in with his upper body. You both stare at each other for a moment, basking in each other’s presence. His eyes are filled with love and adoration. You smile warmly, silently thanking the stars for his safe return. You reach your hands to cup the sides of his chin, lightly circling your thumbs through his patchy stubble.

Raising your head ever so slightly to reach his lips, the chapped skin somehow always feeling so smooth against yours. Din couldn’t wait any longer, he groans into your mouth hungrily deepening every kiss. He sinks his body onto you, your legs snaking around his waist letting him melt onto you. your nails comb through his hair, garnering another soft groan from Din.

You break away from his lips, “Please Din… I need to feel you…” you whine, your lips puffy and glistening pink. He groans and leans back onto his knees reaching for his cape, pulling it off hastily and disregarding it somewhere behind him. You sit up on your knees watching his chest rise and fall with laboured breaths. His large, gloved hands fumbling to undo his belt making his forearms flex and your mouth suddenly goes dry.

You reach for his hands pulling them away from the half-undone belt. You slowly pull off a single glove holding his freed hand in yours, bringing his palm to your lips giving it small kisses. The intimate gesture causing his heart to swell. You pull off the other glove, his now naked hand goes to the hem of your nightgown lifting it to expose your thighs. His calloused hands running up and down the newly exposed skin, pawing at the flesh, watching you with lust filled eyes.

Your breath hitches at the feeling. With shaky hands you take off the armour on his arms placing each piece safely and neatly beside the bed. Next his pauldrons, unhooking them and adding them to the neat pile of Beskar. His chest piece was your favourite, you take it off with delicate hands. Admiring the large piece as you carefully place it on the ground. The armour that keeps him safe. keeps you safe.

This has always been Din’s favourite part. Watching you shed his armour with such care, the armour you admire, the armour you respect. The armour he dedicated his whole life to hide behind, easily being shed by your hands. He falls more in love with you every time you perform this ritual. His eyes travel from your lips to your neck, your collarbone, to your breasts threatening to fall out of your nightgown. He feels himself grow harder from the scene in front of him. You finish with every piece of armour, your eyes rising to find his.

“Lift your arms, cyare” he whispers, his eyes drowning in desperation. You bite your bottom lip with a soft giggle and lift your arms eagerly. He tears off your nightgown freeing your breasts and to his delight you decided to forgo wearing any panties. He sits back and drinks in your figure, his gaze causing sparks to ignite inside your whole body, your cheeks flushing, nipples hardening and a throbbing that’s sure to have let a wet patch on the sheets. No matter how many times he’s seen you on display like this you still feel shy under his eyes.

“Please Din…” you whimper rubbing your thighs together in frustration. His eyes drown in blown out lust making him rip off his clothing, freeing his thick cock already dripping and begging to be touched. He pushes you down and finds his place between your thighs. He leans down pressing his lips to your forehead, wandering down your temple, lingering on your cheekbone, to the tip of your nose, then landing on your lips. His hand firmly clasps around your jaw holding it in place, lips latching on to your neck sucking lightly and his teeth grazing against your sensitive skin. You shiver as his fingers trail down your chest, to your stomach, stopping right before you need him the most. Your body shivering from his touch.

“Please what?” His tone low and sultry. You get wet just from his words, pathetically squeezing at nothing “what do you need from me?” He asks again, loving how shy and turned on you get when he talks to you like this. His fingers lightly tap your clit making you hiss from the touch. He moans when he feels how wet you are, stroking two fingers up and down your slit collecting your wetness. you can’t stop the moan that escapes your mouth, pushing past your teeth. He circles your clit, and you can already feel the tightness in your belly. You moan out again and he quickly pulls his hand way, leaving you shaking and whimpering from the loss of touch.

“I-I need you touch me” you cry out, your wide blurry eyes meeting his “please touch me Din… please…” you beg, desperate for any form of friction.

A dark smile tugs at his lips, his eyes clouding over. his fingers make quick circles on your clit. The wet sounds from your cunt filling the room, “Such a needy girl…” he moans. You feel his sticky breath against your neck. His touch too unrelenting to hear his words. Your aching clit sends shock waves up your spine with his hurried circles, your body thrashes from the sudden intense feeling, your moans projecting off the walls. His mouth trails down your chest and attaches to your breast sucking and biting at your sensitive nipple.

“Oh!” You keen, the pleasure too much.

Your mouth falls open, eyes sealed shut. His long thick fingers trail down your slit pushing inside, curling up to hit that perfect soft spot inside. He a sets relentless pace, pushing his fingers in and out. Your walls tighten around his fingers, your vision becoming blurry “I- I’m…” you stutter, your brain unable to form a coherent sentence.

“Not yet cyare… I need to taste you…” he’s desperate and demanding. He pulls his fingers away making you gasp at the loss. His tongue trails down your body, hovering over your dripping cunt. You look at him with hooded eyes. Your hands fall to his head, tugging at his hair and pushing your hips off the bed needy for his touch. He spreads your lips revealing your aching hole, your wetness dripping onto the bed.

“Haarkchak, yooba solus mesh’la” he groans. His tongue finally makes contact, swiping up and down your folds, your mouth falls open into a O shape with a silent scream. He hungrily laps at your core, the sensation too much as his stubble scratches on your inner thighs. He pushes your thighs down to open you up wider to him. You pull at his hair at the euphoric feeling. His lips close around your clit sucking and biting with a fast pace as he drinks your wetness.

“Din… I’m-” you moan out, white spots taking over your vision and the tightness in your belly becoming too intense too handle. He groans into your core the vibrations sending you over the edge “-gonna come” you cry out.

“Come for me mesh’la… let me taste you…” with the final go ahead you cave to your pleasure. You cry out, your body thrashing under his touch. Din pins your hips down as he moans at the taste of you, so sweet to him. he rises up, his face soaked from your wetness wiping his mouth with a wicked grin.

You take the moment to collect yourself, your breathing staggered and body shining from exertion. He takes his cock in his hand stroking himself at your entrance, “Good girl, cyare, did so good for me…” he runs his shaft up and down your folds. You bite your bottom lip, hips moving with desperation needing him in your cunt where he belongs.

“Please… fuck me Din… I need you inside…” you moan. Din swipes his fingers through your wetness and coats his cock. He inches himself inside at an agonizing slow pace, he’s only halfway inside and you already feel so full. You hook your nails into his shoulder, readying yourself for him to fully enter. He looks down at you with tenderhearted regard “are ok cyare?” You can only nod, your brain already fuzzy. With your permission he pushes himself in until he bottoms out, his hips meeting yours. You both moan in unison. “I’m going to moving, ok?” You nod again, wrapping your legs round his waist.

He leans down to confine your body with his, nipping at you neck that’s sure to bruise in the morning. His movements are slow, always afraid to go to fast. You whine into his ear loving the way his warm body feels on top of yours. Your riduur. Finally, home. Finally, inside you. “Faster…” you coo. He grunts at your sweet command, propping himself on his knees and pushing his cock all the way inside until he hits your cervix. You arch your back from the feeling, silent screams trying to leave your mouth.

He grabs holds of waist, his fingers digging into your flesh. He snaps his hips back and forth moaning at the feeling from your cunt squeezing him so deliciously. “Feel so good, my riduur…” his pubic bone rubs against your clit almost sending you over the edge. You look down to watch where you two are connected, his cock disappearing and reappearing inside you, the feeling of his balls hitting your ass, it’s all too much. Your cunt squeezes tighter, your vision going blurry from you tears swelling in your eyes.

“I’m not going to last long cyare…” he moans. His pace not slowing down. His face is scrunched up, his body shining from his sweat, his curls glued to his face. So beautiful. You reach for his face brining him down to meet his lips with yours. You moan into his mouth, and he gratefully swallows them. The kisses become sloppy, teeth grazing each other's. “I’m going t- to come Din…” you moan.

His pace becomes staggered, his moans becoming louder “with me cyare… together…” your cunt pulses around him, the feeling too much for Din, you shut your eyes, stars appearing behind your lids, and you let go, soaking his pubic hair. He hisses, his climax right behind yours. He grunts as he pushes inside one last time, his head falling to your chest. You feel his cock twitch inside you, “come for me riduur…” you coax. He moans out as he fills your sensitive cunt with his seed, filling it to the brim. You both breathe in unison, staying connected for a few moments as you both come down from your highs. He lifts himself off of you, slowly pulling himself out, you both moan out at the loss. He leans back and spreads your lips watching his seed drip out of your pulsing cunt. The long sticky stream trailing down your thighs only to puddle onto the bed. You whimper from his erotic action.

You lay there trying to catch your breath as he disappears to the refresher, only to return with a hot cloth to clean you, the feeling so intimate after such a lewd act. He falls down beside you, pulling you over to him to rest on his side. Your leg falling over his waist as you rub light circles on his chest. You look up at him, your eyes sparkling with adoration.

"Welcome home, my riduur," you smirk. He pulls you up on top of him, applying kisses all across your cheeks, you smile, your cheeks turning bright red. “ni kar’tayl gar darasuum” he whispers as you slowly fall asleep in each other's arms.

Translations:

Su cuy’gar: hello. You’re still alive

Mesh’la: beautiful

Cyar’ika: darling/sweetheart

Riduur: spouse, wife, husband, partner

Cyare: darling

Aliit: family

Ner cyar’ika: my darling

Ner riduur: my spouse

Haar’chack, yooba solus mesh’la: damn it, you are beautiful

ni kar’tayl gar darasuum: I love you

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[kad-dala]

My first poem written in Mando'a

For My Husband

Cin vhetin

Dinuir ni

Kad meg ke dar'viniir

Dinuir ni

Sur'haai meg haat serim

Dinuir ni

Kar'ta meg hettir ti kara'agol

Ni ran kar'taylir, dara'suum ca'nara, maan'kay kyram

Haat'ok at meg taab'echaaja'la akay ni

Dinuir ni

Cin vhetin

A fresh start

Give me

A blade that does not run

Give me

An eye that aims true

Give me

A heart that burns with constellations

And I shall know peace, before death, as promised to those who marched before me

Give me

A fresh start

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[kalevalakryze]

Under Fire

For Bo-Katan Week Day Two: Prompt Wedding/Marriage Pairing: Bo-Katan Kryze/The Armorer Characters: Bo-Katan Kryze, The Armorer, Din Djarin, Axe Woves, Koska Reeves, Ragnar Vizsla , Din Grogu Warnings: canon typical violence, author trying to be funny, and probably failing. Summary: Blaster fire rained heavy on the ground around the small squad of Mandalorians, dirt, sand, and other debris tossed into the air with each shot around their stomping boots. A gloved hand shot out to grab Bo-Katan by the leather strap of her holster, tugging her under cover just in time for a burning red bolt of plasma to whizz through the air where she’d been only moments before. Bo dug her boots into the ground to change momentum, settling her elbows into the durasteel that The Armorer had pulled her behind. Yellow bolts fired from her Westar’s found homes in stormtrooper plastoid. The next one to pull her from an inevitable headshot had been Koska, who’d caught the E-11’s glint as the shot charged. “Hey!” Bo called to her golden helmeted companion as she reached for the blaster of a fallen stormtrooper. The sturm dowels were removed from their power packs, before she was launching them into the offensive firing line. Explosions reflected in The Armorer’s visor as she turned her attention to the Mandalore. “You remember what we talked about, a few weeks ago?” A blaster whizzed past, she felt it graze the side of her helmet and sear the paint. Shaking her head, Bo fired back. “I’m ready, I want to say the vows, with you, if you’ll have me!” 

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“There’s an Imperial base that’s in operation in the remains of Concordia,” Axe informed the leaders as he and his apprentice, Ragnar Vizsla, entered the war room. Koska followed behind the pair, helmet tucked under her arm, her brows pulled in a contemplative expression.

“Scans have proved the existence of the Beskar alloy they’d been using to make the super commando armor, and heat signatures prove that the old factories are back in working order,” Koska added in as she set her helmet on the war room console.

The Mand’alor frowned as she pulled the star map up. They’d only recently managed to get the proper equipment in the atmosphere to keep an eye on the healing Mandalore sector, the storms slowing down after they’d bartered trade with the New Republic to fix the environment. They were even on track to restarting the old Mando-Motors buildings, and started to get details in the books to renew ship manufacturing, so having Imperials on Concordia when they could be using the planets resources for materials instead of bartering, just wouldn’t work for her.

“Ragnar, what do you think we should do?” She questioned the young apprentice, lips quirking as he tensed from the spotlight. He was meant to be learning strategy by now anyways, and his inexperience could prove useful in dealing with the troopers.

“Well, Lady Kryze, we could take a small squad for a scouting operation, and decide from there how to continue depending on what we see? Our scanners could still be faulty with the storms,” His hand traced the chin of his helmet in thought, though Bo-Katan was nodding her head.

“That’s a good plan, Ragnar. Does anyone oppose?” Bo-Katan looked around the room, nodding her head at the shakes of everyones head. “Perfect, Din, Grogu, could you two run interference and surveillance from the Gauntlet while we hit the ground?” She turned to the Clan of Two, where Din was pointing out different locations on the map.

“It will be done, Lady Kryze,” He affirmed, his hand resting on Grogu’s head, where a miniature helmet covered the brunt of his head, though there was no visor, and his ears were also uncovered, the beskar would protect from anything fall, something she was glad to see the Jetti apprentice wearing.

“Alright, if you’re in this room, congratulations, you’ve all been drafted for recon, load up,” She patted her hand on the table, a smile pulling at her lips at Axe’s laugh as the man threw his arm around his apprentice and led him to the newly reconstructed hangars. Bo-Katan and The Armorer were the last to file out of the war room, mostly so the Mand’alor could press a soft kiss to the hard gold metal of the woman’s helm.

Letting Din and Grogu pilot, Bo-Katan, The Armorer, Axe, and Ragnar loaded into the drop transport, while Koska stuck in the cockpit to run the scans. The ship rocked and rumbled as they breached the storms in the atmosphere, when they broke the edge, The Armorer’s hand reached to settle on Bo’s waist, under the impression of helping her stay steady, since the Mand’alor refused to strap into one of the seats.

“We’re breaching atmo, there’s activity on the surface,” Din called over comms, the ship rattling as he pulled it harshly to avoid hostile scanners. “I’ll drop you as close as I can, and then we’ll sit until you call,” The floor of the gauntlet started to shift, until Bo was leading the drop, the others unstrapping and freefalling after her.

They couldn’t activate their thrusters until they were closer to the ground, which meant it would be close, especially since Ragnar didn’t have nearly the same amount of skill as the others. The comms were silent as the air rushed around her, her head turning just enough to catch the gold and blue of her squad. In the last few feet they had to spare, five sets of thrusters engaged in tandem. When her feet touched the dirt, her rangefinder dropped to scan their immediate surroundings, watching for some indication that they’ve been seen.

“It has been some time since I have been here,” The Armorer spoke with a hint of nostalgia, though Bo and her Niteowls all nodded their head in agreement. They’d all been a part of Death Watch, had hidden themselves from New Mandalorian rule under Pre Vizsla’s order, and had terrorized their people under his command, until they’d had no choice but to flee.

“It has been some time,” Bo agreed her head as she started towards the closest facility, where she last knew the most secure facility to have been. “The manufacturing centers were all forced to shut down, or to transition into making ship pieces for Mando-motors, though while Concordia was under the rule of Pre Vizsla, Death Watch managed to restart the production of Beskar alloys, and make produce enough armor to renew each set that had been given up by families who’d bent to the New Mandalorian’s pacifistic ways,” The redhead explained quietly as they walked, keeping her head on a swivel as they moved.

Koska nodded her head with her gauntlet held in front of her face. “Though, the mass production was nothing compared to what the old armorer’s were doing, before the new laws.” The Armorer listened to them speak as she marched on beside Ragnar and Axe. She hadn’t seen life inside Death Watch, as her clan had derived from those who managed to break away, she’d only been subjected to the consequences of their actions, and then the consequences of The Niteowls actions in turn.

“We’ve got movement ahead,” Ragnar called, pointing towards an observation balcony built into the side of the facility. The trooper was turned around, so the team had enough time to move in and press themselves close to the exterior walls. “We can’t drop him, yet, I don’t want them knowing we’re here until it’s too late,” She signed using dadita to keep their cover.  

Nods of affirmation came from the four others in the squad. They waited in anticipation for several minutes, until the sounds of a door sliding open and the retreating of footsteps met their ears. Bo-Katan shot a line from her gauntlet that wrapped around the railing, pulling herself up quietly the balcony. No cameras met her eye when she landed, so she gestured to the others to follow.

The moment they got the doors open, Koska and Axe pushed forward to breach the interior, leaving Bo to cover the rear as they picked their way through old halls. The two Niteowls in lead had more experience than Bo-Katan in any of the production facilities, since her spot as Pre’s lieutenant had kept her away from the ‘grunt work’ of the job.

The resistance in the base was minimal, so Axe brought Ragnar to the front of the squad so he could work on his silent takedowns. The team managed to get all the way to the control rooms and place the charges before they’d ran into their first major issue. The guard rotations had been completed, and a janitor had stumbled upon a plastoid armored corpse in a closet.

Klaxons blared as an Imperial called orders over the ringing. Soon enough, the halls were filled with the sounds of shouting and blaster fire as the squad of Mandalorians made their way back to the exit. “Din, we’re going to need a fast pickup!” Bo called into the comms, only getting static in response. “We’re jammed, push outside and we’ll try again,”

A thermal detonator was chucked into the fray, though Bo couldn’t tell who’d thrown it. Before she could react, a bezoar hammer was smashing into the side of the explosive, sending it barreling into the squad of troopers keeping them from the exit.

Leaping past the prone bodies of stormtroopers, Bo-Katan was the first into the dim sunlight, her shield ejecting and raising in perfect timing to deflect a blaster bolt that would have destroyed her visor.

Clearing a path, The Mand’alor managed to secure room for the entire squad to take cover behind as more troopers rallied both in front and behind them. “Axe! Ragnar! Koska! Keep our shebs clear!” Bo commanded as she started firing into the troopers in front. The Armorer pressed ahead to the riot line with her hammer and tongs, leaving Bo-Katan to pick off anyone who tried to snag her while she was occupied in melee combat.

The thrusters of a jetpack sounded as another rifle joined their cause. “Where’s Grogu?” She called as Din landed beside her, his whistling birds striking home in three trooper’s chests.

“Piloting!” The mandalorian returned, his rifle mounted on the Imperial barricade wall by the entrance, yellow plasma ejecting from his rifle to take down the growing numbers.

It was truly only mildly concerning that Grogu was piloting, but she trusted Din enough to not leave any of them in bad hands.

“Heavy turret!” Bo called, her gauntlet’s cable shooting out to wind around The Armorer’s waist and drag her back before the blaster fire could open on her position. “Cover me!”

Without waiting for a reply, Bo-Katan’s thrusters engaged to send her into the air. In one fluid motion, the Mand’alor was dropping from the sky, allowing gravity to control her speed and the troopers body to cushion her fall. The trooper on the turret caved under the weight of her boots, with the feeling of bones cracking as she pushed herself off of him a relief in her mind that he would not be getting up.

Her shield engaged, while she pressed into melee combat to free up enough room around the turret. When she made the room, Bo-Katan smacked an ion grenade against the barrel, before springing back off in the direction of relative safety.

Blaster fire rained heavy on the ground around the small squad of Mandalorians, dirt, sand, and other debris tossed into the air with each shot around their stomping boots. A gloved hand shot out to grab Bo-Katan by the leather strap of her holster, tugging her under cover just in time for a burning red bolt of plasma to whizz through the air where she’d been only moments before. Bo dug her boots into the ground to change momentum, settling her elbows into the durasteel that The Armorer had pulled her behind.

Yellow bolts fired from her Westar’s found homes in stormtrooper plastoid. The next one to pull her from an inevitable headshot had been Koska, who’d caught the E-11’s glint as the shot charged.

“Hey!” Bo called to her golden helmeted companion as she reached for the blaster of a fallen stormtrooper. The sturm dowels were removed from their power packs, before she was launching them into the offensive firing line. Explosions reflected in The Armorer’s visor as she turned her attention to the Mandalore. “You remember what we talked about, a few weeks ago?”

A blaster whizzed past which she felt graze the side of her helmet and sear the paint. Shaking her head, Bo fired back into the enemy line. “I’m ready, I want to say the vows, with you, if you’ll have me!”

Din’s head snapped to the two warriors, though he remained silent as he covered where The Armorer’s defense faltered. “Would everyone bear witness?” She questioned to the closing squad.

“This is the way,” Echoed from the two children of the watch, while Koska and Axe took three seconds to slide credits into waiting gloves, before they called their approvals over the blaster fire.

“Keep us covered!” Bo-Katan tugged The Armorer so their heads were covered by the barricades. It was far from rare for Mandalorians to say the vows on the battlefield, all they truly needed to do was recite the vows with a witness present, and then trade a piece of armor (or, on the off chance one of them did not make it, the armor would be given before the last rites and the songs were sung before the pyre.

Bo took The Armorer’s hands in her own, lasers like fireworks overhead as the two took cover between their friends. ”Mhi solus tome, mhi solus dar'tome, mhi me'dinui an, mhi ba'juri verde” They spoke together, The Armorer shifting so her helmet rested against Bo-Katan’s in a keldabe kiss. Truly, it was what the redhead had always imagined the situation would be like for her, though she had never really considered there would ever be somebody on the other end.

“Ibic haar Yust.” Sounded from those who bore witness, and the Mand’alor gave herself a moment to breathe, before she and The Armorer were rising as one.

The pair moved past their defenses in tandem, Bo-Katan nearly pressed against The Armorer’s back, firing over her shoulder as her newly appointed Riduur bashed her tools into troopers, cracking plastoid, flesh, and bone as they went.

The gauntlet soared overhead, turrets raining blaster fire down to help clear the path, as the rest of the squad filed in close order, covering their leaders backs as they found their opening.

Grogu was an exceptional pilot, they learned. When they piled onto the gauntlet, the apprentice was at the controls, using the Force to man the turrets and his hands wrapped around the throttle, standing on the console to be able to reach. Din slid into the seat to get them in the air, as Axe and Koska jumped onto the turret controls, allowing the Jetti turned Mando to fall into his fathers arms, clearly spent from using his abilities.

Bo-Katan pulled her helmet off the moment the ramp was raised and they were shooting back into atmo. “Ragnar, blow it,” Came the order, which the teenager was more than happy to comply with. The explosions from the factories control rooms shook even their ship as they started to breach from the moon’s gravitational pull.

“We can send squads to ensure there are no survivors, and set up our own base of operations in whatever remains, to search out any other factories they may have gotten running,” The Armorer decided, looking to Bo for approval.

“I’ll put out a call to volunteers as soon as we land, Axe, Ragnar, would you two take lead on the operation?”

“Of course, Lady Kryze,” Axe nodded his head as he turned from the console. There were no TIE fighters swarming their position yet, promising that if the hit wasn’t a total wipe, it was still substantial enough to put them on their ass.

“So,” Koska started as she pulled her own helmet away, leaning back in her seat as she looked between Bo and The Armorer. “Bo, you owe me fifty creds for not waiting until next month,”

Axe laughed openly from his seat where he was cleaning his blaster, and Bo snorted. “Seriously? You two made bets?”

“Speaking of,” Din turned in the pilots seat once the autopilot engaged, causing Koska to groan and pass over more credits.

“Really, Din?” Bo shook her head in mock disappointment, though her expression changed to shock as Din handed the credits to Grogu. “My favorite green nephew, seriously?”

“Patu,” Grogu babbled with a crooked smile, his ears laying flat as he stuffed the credits in his pouch.

Shaking her head, Bo-Katan dropped herself into an open seat beside The Armorer, letting herself lean into the warmth of the woman behind her, instead of against the backrest. “I see how it is,”

“Do we still get to come to the wedding?” Koska asked, causing Bo to roll her eyes as the younger niteowl plastered a shit-eating grin onto her face

“You were literally just there,”

“You two still need to exchange armor,” Axe pointed out, kicking his feet up on the console, “Then it’ll be official, then she really will be walking the way of the Mand’alor,”

“Why are you two like this?” Bo questioned, though she knew she would receive no response. Instead, she turned towards The Armorer. “Have you thought about what piece you’d like to exchange?” Typically, a gauntlet or a pauldron would be traded off, though Bo-Katan’s full armor varied greatly from The Armorer’s helmet and chest plate.

The golden helmeted warrior paused in thought, before reaching to her own armor. “I give you my heart, Lady Kryze,” She spoke softly as she pulled the kar’ta from her armor. Even with the Riduurok taken, the woman still waited for Bo-Katan’s permission before removing the Mand’alor’s own Iron Heart.

Bo-Katan’s hand closed around The Armorer’s once both their hearts rested in her palms. “I readily give my own,” She confirmed, squeezing the hands in her own. The Armorer slid the red heart into the open space in her chest, as Bo-Katan did the same with her own against The Armorer’s chest. They weren’t perfect fits, but Bo-Katan had the perk of being with the tribes best blacksmith to perfect the fit.

Translations Jetti - Jedi dadita - Mandalorian morse code shebs - ass/rear Mhi solus tome, mhi solus dar'tome, mhi me'dinui an, mhi ba'juri verde - We are one when together, we are one when parted, we will share all, we will raise warriors. Ibic haar yust - this is the way Riduur - spouse kar'ta - iron heart Riduurok - vows

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4 - Mandalorian Divorce Court (and Marriage I guess)

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i) Spouse Definition;

a) Romantic, lifelong partner b) Defacto partner in the eyes of the Law, Medical Professionals, and in Clan Law.

ii) Spousal Privileges;

a) Medical Preferential contact and Consent b) Parental Rights regarding Foundlings, Adoptees, and Children from previous marriages.

iii) Conditions for Legal Engagement;

a) The Mando’ade and their partner in question must both be past the Mandalorian Age of Sexual Consent. b) The Mando’ade and their partner, if the partner is not Mando’ade, must have the approval of a Clan Goran to be engaged.

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iv) Consent and Age Restrictions;

a) Age of sexual consent varies between species to great degree. However, for the vast majority of humanoid species, the age of sexual consent is from fifteen onwards, if the other participating partner is within eighteen months of their age (upwards). The age of consent for any humanoid with a partner over the age of eighteen is explicitly sixteen – with or without sexual intent or participation. Sexual relationships that start before these ages and break these rules with humanoid aging individuals will face statutory rape charges. Humanoids of species that age at a slower rate – such as Halassai – are not able to give informed sexual consent of any kind until twenty, and that includes even humanoid partners of a younger age. If both parties are below age of consent, regardless of species, the partnership in question is to be physically removed from each other, and their guardians and clan face fines and jail time for either encouraging, or ignoring underage copulation. b) The Species Aging Index – Accredited to Ordo Technical College – is a comprehensive list of comparative ages between over two thousand of the listed Sentient Species in the Galaxy. The capacity to give sexual, informed, and clerical consent is referred to heavily by Mandalorian Laws to this specific list. Cross species relationships, whether they be sexual, familial, or generally platonic, are subject to the constraints discussed in this list. For instance, a Wookie must be at least seventy standard years of age to even consider adopting another sentient, let alone sexual liaison with another from any species. c) The legitimacy to give consent refers to whether the correct being is being asked for consent – a third party is rarely necessary for engagements, marriage, or divorce. However, witnesses are frequently required. A divorce cannot be filed, not a separation, without at least one partner’s explicit consent. A divorce or separation cannot be fled without any partner being the instigator – family cannot request a divorce on another’s behalf; however, a separation can be requested if there is proof of invalid, or inhibited consent at the time or marriage, or if abuse can be proven. For example, a partner could be under the influence, or trappings of another clan, and their respective clan can file for temporary removal from spouse in order for the partner in question to be psychologically assessed for any interference on the behalf of any clan, clan member, or partner. d) Consent under coherent capacity refers to either inebriation, ability to think independently (for example, mentally impaired Mando’ade with certain disabilities can not reasonably consent to specific matters due to their disability. Signing on a disabled Mando’ade’s behalf can be a position of extreme scrutiny, as Mando’ade with such disability are protected under Mandalorian law and are not to be traded as chattel or near-slaves to their partners.) injury such as concussion, and mental stability, referring to the old practice of Mando’ade taking war prizes in the form of unwilling partners. Such things are no longer to be tolerated in Mandalorian space, and those that attempt such practices will face Mandalorian Military Court.

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v) Conditions for Legal Marriage;

a) Both parties must be present and of age at the time of the vows, and at the time of engagement announced to witnessing Goran and assembly. b) In the occasion of battlefield weddings, both Mando’ade must be in their right mind, with no head injuries, mind altering substances, medical or magical interference, and cannot either be currently wearing sentient trafficking garb, or currently be a slave. c) Mando’ade cannot marry a non-freed slave. Those who marry slaves and keep them as such are declared dar’manda and will face both Mandalorian and Galactic Court. The Freed are completely able to marry any Mandalorian once freed. d) Both parties must be able to give informed consent of their own accord – in the event of a Mando’ade with impaired mental faculty, their carer, who cannot be their future spouse, must be present and one of the signatories for the wedding. Only Mando’ade who’s mental faculty works beyond the significantly impaired grade can reasonably give consent for sexual conduct and intent.

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vi) Conditions for Legal Divorce;

a) Divorce must be recognised by a Goran and witnessed by at least one third party, non-Clan aligned Mando’ade. A divorce cannot be completed without a witness. b) Reasonings for a Legal Divorce (Dar’Riduurok) can be of the following; a change in political, environmental and marital circumstances that cause undue stress to the partnership, the partnership’s children, or the partnership’s Clan. c) Reasonings for a Legal Divorce that declare one or more of the parties involved as Dar’manda (Resulting in a Court Recognised Absolution of Their Oaths) can contain the following; physical, emotional or mental abuse of the spouse requesting the divorce or children within or outside of the partnership’s Aliit. Spouses can divorce a partner without becoming dar’riduur by sending a request to both their local Astro Body Governor, System Governor, affiliated or unaffiliated Goran, Journeyman Protector Commander in Chief, and even the Manda’lor in office if required. If the Manda’lor in question is the being to be held to account, the House Alors can be notified in their stead. d) Divorcees from within, or outside of Mandalore – if they do not have the explicit exemption of a Court Recognised Absolution of their Oaths – cannot marry again and consider themselves Mandalorian afterwards. Divorce does not make a Mando’ade no longer Mandalorian, but ignoring these stipulations resorts in excommunication from Mandalorian Society. e) A Separation Request can be filed without divorce when necessary – such as when a Super Commando has a break in psyche and requires institutionalisation, a Separation Notice will be filed. Whilst, before and after a Separation Notice is filed, a Mando’ade can remarry. Mandalore does not define Marriage as between two partners exclusively – however, lack of notification to other partners can result in a Ban of Marriage and even a Separation filed between the Mando’ade and their ven’riduur in question. This can continue on to existing partners if required, and if the breach is significant. f) The removal of a Mando’ade’s Beskarta is not required to acknowledge a Divorce, Separation, or loss, and is up to the individual beliefs of the Mandalorian in question. g) A married Mando’ade can marry again with the same requirements as their first marriage for as long as a divorce has not been filed.

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vii) Children, Clan and House Considerations;

a) Children are permitted to disown a parent for their choice in partner, or choice to separate from partner or Clan. b) Children from a previous marriage – depending on the stipulations and the manner of the previous partners death, separation, or agreement to a new partnership member – are readopted by both their new parents, and previous parents in order to maintain family security. c) Warring Houses, or Clans in conflict, can not demand any prospective partners discredit, or denounce their oaths. Regardless of the Clan or House of any set of partners, Mando’ade are permitted to marry anyone of any sector, or belief, for as long as the children they raise are raised as Mandalorians. d) Children that are raised as Mandalorians, but do not wish to swear the Creed cannot, regardless of their parents, or Clan’s feelings, be disowned or disavowed in any way. The swearing of a Creed is not what solely makes a Mandalorian, and they cannot break oaths they have not sworn. This is not a legitimate reason for either separation, or divorce in Mandalorian Law.

[Divorce section, my beloved. As always, if you have any ideas or criticism feel completely free to let me know. The sections on consent are close to my heart for many reasons - including having a family member who cannot give Mental Faculty Able Consent - and so I hope I have made it as fair and bullet proof as possible, but I am always happy to make any improvements anyone can think of.]

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[messyyythoughts]

guilt, part 4.

star wars: the bad batch Hunter x female reader

author’s note: I’m genuinely so sorry that it took SO LONG to get another part out! idk what happened to me. but thanks for sticking with me <3 summary: whoever was attacking you had left their mark, on you specifically. your condition is worsening, and the Bad Batch are running out of options. warnings: swearing, reader is NOT doing well and neither are the Bad Batch! oops :)

mando’a translations riduur - partner, spouse, husband, wife

part 1 part 2 part 3

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Tech was worried.

Tech was never worried. Not like this. He’d seen grisly injuries in his time, but he’d never seen someone’s condition deteriorate so fast before. Not from a simple stab wound, anyway. It didn’t really add up, so Tech started running tests, unbeknownst to Hunter and the others. They were all far too stressed to be of any use to Tech right now. Tech was content with just himself for company, for the time being. The others had picked up on Tech’s odd discomfort whenever he glanced at you in Hunter’s bunk. Tech’s lack of word vomiting about your condition was making them all suspicious. Wrecker, on the other hand, was attempting to distract Omega but she was proving hard to distract, especially when you were laid up in the bunks and looked almost like a corpse. Still, she tried to keep her attention on Wrecker, as hard as that was, and tried to forget you were there. She kept telling herself that you’d wake up soon and be absolutely fine, just a bit too much blood lost, that was all. But, something inside of her bright mind was screaming at her to help, yet she just couldn’t indulge it. Hunter was silent. He’d been barking orders and pacing for the first few hours, then all of a sudden he realised that was getting you all nowhere. Echo had been hastily piloting the ship, searching for anything that was remotely like a medical facility, with Tech’s occasional assistance. The unprepared jump into hyperspace had messed with the navigation, and Echo was doing his best to do without it. The strange thing, though, was that the infamous Bad Batch had been in such worse situations before, either on their own or together, and they’d all acted as if it was fine because they trusted one another so deeply. They just knew by instinct that nothing could really go wrong for any of them, the were too good at their jobs. Yet, for some unknown reason, they didn’t trust themselves with looking after you. It wasn’t until Tech’s own tests came back that he finally saw the missing piece to the puzzle of your rapidly deteriorating condition. It was poison, the blades were finely laced with poison of some sort. He’d need a chemical breakdown of a sample to figure out exactly what had entered your system, and how it was hurting you, but he had a starting point. And that was better than nothing.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Hunter hated seeing you this way. He loved it when you were up and about, busy doing things, buzzing around the Havoc Marauder with Omega in tow. He didn’t like you when you were like this, out cold in the bunks, unresponsive to Tech’s voice, and running a dangerously high fever now. It had all set in so quickly in the last few hours that it made Hunter want to vanish, and take you away with him, so he could look after you all on his own. As much as he really appreciated the help from the others, Hunter’s instincts were pointing in another direction entirely. Tech, in all his wisdom, had set up and IV to keep you hydrated and somewhat stable, but even Tech could only do so much. Omega was nervous too, and she was a medical assistant for a brilliant Kaminoan. Those guys meant business, and what Hunter wouldn’t do for their help right now. If he could, he would order the others to wait on some distant planet whilst he piloted the ship straight to Kamino and exchanged himself for your care. He’d spend a hundred days in a Kaminoan facility if it meant you had a 1% chance of survival. Hunter was so deep in thought that he didn’t register Omega coming to his side, with her Bad Batch trooper in her fidgeting hands. Hunter was fixated on you, and only you. He’d sat by your side in the bunks constantly. He had been the one who placed you in his bunk, after Tech and Echo had seen to your arm. Wrecker had spent the last hour just wiping up blood from the floor, and there was more to go. It had dried now, but the entire ship smelled of it, even more so to Hunter’s heightened senses. It was nearly choking him, but he tried not to think about it.

“She’ll wake up,” Omega kept saying whenever she checked in on Hunter and you, “she’s got to.” .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Luckily, Omega was right. You stirred after twelve straight hours of being deeply asleep, and when your eyes finally wrenched themselves open, all you wanted to do was close them again. The lights of the ship were blindingly bright, they stabbed into your eyeballs and made them cry. The tears ran fast, and you turned your head, only to feel as if you’d been frozen into a cryo sleep for a hundred years. Every bone, muscle and nerve screamed with the slightest movement, touch, sense. Your voice was lost in the desert that had overtaken your throat and mouth. Maker, what you wouldn’t give for a drop of purified water right now– Omega was there, holding a flask to your lips. She slipped a hand under your head and lifted you towards the flask, your weak arms went to take it, but they felt as if they were on fire at the effort. You dropped them to your sides, and let Omega keep watering you. When you’d emptied that flask, Omega produced another one straight after, and held it to you. She sat there, patiently, as you drank and drank. The lights of the ship assaulted your eyes each second they were open, but you resisted the temptation to fall back asleep. “Thank you my darling.” You wheezed as Omega took the second flask away, now bone dry. She went to lift up a third, but your head flopped down to the pillow again. “Do you want me to get the others?” Omega whispered, as to not alert them. You half opened your eyes and tried to see Omega clearly, but your vision was all fuzzy and far away. It was like your eyes weren’t actually yours. “Sure, tell them to be quiet.” You croaked, turning onto your side that didn’t have a recent stab wound in it. Omega waved the others in, and you watched, through lazy eyes, as they came in. It was like a burst of energy, Hunter at the front, right by your side. Tech and Echo came bumbling in, and Wrecker last, very quietly with Omega in tow. Hunter pushed the stray hairs out of your face, and tried to look at you in your eyes. They were too messed up to look into, you thought, as he ran his hands over your face. You didn’t look right at all, not to any of them, and they knew that they needed to find help, real help. “May I speak to her?” Tech shuffled forward, kneeling down next to Hunter. “Just be very quiet, she’s not really here.” Omega warned, from behind Wrecker, who was as still as a statue. He really took the ‘no noise’ thing seriously from Omega. “I, uh, hope the painkillers are working. We stopped off for fuel and meds a few hours back, and I’ve done some tests in the meantime.” He pushed his goggles off of his eyes and looked at the floor, almost unable to deliver the news with Hunter right there next to him. His brother, his family. “I believe the daggers were laced with some sort of poison. What exactly it is, I am not sure. I’d need more equipment and time to decipher that, which we don’t have.” Your hand reached out for Tech’s face groggily, and he let you find his shoulder. “I’m... putting all of the meds we can use into you, until we find help, so just try to rest for now.” His hand awkwardly patted yours, and then he disappeared back into the ship. Hunter took his place, and held your hand in his, putting it to his forehead like he was in prayer. Echo came to see you, promising to fly the ship as fast as he could to the nearest planet with a good hospital, before giving you a gentle kiss on the forehead and leaving you alone. Wrecker asked Omega if he could say hello, if you’d remember it, if you’d be mad at him for talking to you. Omega had to join Wrecker, he was so worried, and Hunter encouraged Wrecker to talk to you. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there to help, I’m normally good at that.” Omega hugged Wrecker’s large arm, reminding him that she was there to support him. He wasn’t alone facing you, in this state, and Hunter was there too. “She knows you would’ve done everything to protect her. It was... my fault, I didn’t notice the attacker soon enough, and here we are.” Hunter told Wrecker with a sorrowfully low voice, holding onto your hand with a burning sense of regret and shame. He could’ve taken the hit, saved you from this pain, this poison. The others could definitely have handled it if it had been Hunter who was injured, but seeing you like this? It wasn’t right, not in the slightest. Wrecker and Omega slowly departed, Omega tugging the drooping form of Wrecker away. Wrecker wasn’t the brightest star in the sky, but he sure was the soppiest. It made him upset to see you in pain, so drained of energy. You weren’t the woman he knew, and that scared him. It scared him even more that there was just nothing he could really do apart from be there. He didn’t like that feeling. Now, it was just you and Hunter, not that you really noticed in your state, it was as if you were a shell of what you should be, but you were still clinging on, somehow. You were being forced by this poison to mock how you would look in death, and it was so unbelievably cruel, thought Hunter, that once you were better he’d track down whoever did this and make them pay in such unimaginably horrific ways. “I make a vow to you,” He began, quiet as whisper, “as someone I would be honoured and blessed to call my riduur.” He closed his eyes, “I vow to find whoever did this when you are recovered, and I will go to the edges of this galaxy, even if it means being apart from you, to bring revenge down on them.” Hunter never thought in his life that he’d be making a vow to someone he’d considered his riduur, partner in life, in order to take revenge out on their attacker. Maker forbid it became your murderer. There would be no force in the entire galaxy that would stop him, and he was fine with that. If he became a monster, so be it, he would make sure that this person never got away with this again. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. Echo was piloting the Havoc Marauder for hours straight after laying eyes on you. His face looked haunted, and he was. He could not believe how at the end of your tether you looked, and he was putting the ship into overdrive to find a planet with a damn doctor on it. Tech was helping every so often, chipping in with recommendations to get the speed up, avoid the longer hyperspace routes, take shortcuts. Echo was really risking the integrity of the ship’s engine with the way he was treating the thing, but no one was saying anything, not even Tech, the ship’s number one fan. Echo was losing hope, losing sleep, until a beep on the radar made him slam on the brakes and drop out of hyperspace. Wrecker and Tech launched themselves at the cockpit, staring at the glass, expecting something grand, something lifesaving, no less. And it was grand. Naboo, the planet of fucking Naboo, was sitting right in front of them. How they’d ended up here, Echo wasn’t entirely sure, but still, Echo’s heart leapt, and he slammed the ship into its fastest speed heading straight towards the beautiful planet with a dazed grin on his face. The others told Hunter the news, and he went limp with the shock of it, they’d only gone and stumbled across fucking Naboo! Tech took over and navigated the landing at the nearest hospital, before Wrecker scooped you up, wrapped in Hunter’s blanket, and ran out to the hospital. The rest of the Bad Batch followed suit once the ship had been safely landed as close to the hospital as they dared, and they watched as a team of doctors and nurses in classic Naboo finery took you away, behind the closed doors of the hospital. Omega couldn’t help but cry a little bit at seeing you go so quickly, and Wrecker had to pick her up and carry her away for a while. Though no one would ever admit it, it was hard living on the Havoc Marauder, it was constantly close quarters, and feelings were often canned up and released at a later time. Wrecker and Omega didn’t return for some time, supposedly letting off the steam they had built up, and even Echo said he was going for a walk when Tech proposed returning to the ship. It was as if your ghost haunted the Marauder, and not a single one of them wanted to go back onboard. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. The Bad Batch had remained outside the hospital, even after being asked to move the Marauder to a safe distance. The sky was painting itself as a sunset, and each member of the Bad Batch were waiting as patiently as they could for news of your condition. It wasn’t until the night sky had settled over Naboo that someone started walking towards the Bad Batch from the hospital. It was a nurse, admittedly a little on the young side, but clearly equipped with boundless knowledge from the way she spoke. In fact, Omega was right in pointing out that it was the same nurse who had first spotted the Bad Batch landing. She delivered some good news, and some bad news. “I am pleased to inform you that your friend is stable, but she is quite ill. We expect to run some initial tests tomorrow morning, but for the night we will assign a nurse to her in case she declines in condition again.” Echo did most of the talking, being all polite and charming, as he was. The nurse then turned to Tech, who was sitting against the Marauder, not paying much interest. “I hear it was you who kept your friend alive for so long, I really must commend you on your medical skills, sir.” Tech’s eyes nearly popped out of his goggles. He stood up, dusting himself off, and said his thank you to the nurse. She nodded before departing, but then turned around, her face in a downcast expression. “There is also the matter of payment for the treatment to be discussed with the doctor of the ward, whenever one of you is ready, of course. There is no rush, really, it’s just formalities. I bid you all a good night, and please rest assured knowing that your friend is in excellent hands.” The nurse returned to the hospital, having done her part. Omega asked the others if they could camp outside tonight, watch the night sky and hope that you recovered quickly. Wrecker and Echo said it was a brilliant idea, and started up the Marauder to go somewhere a bit less busy than a major hospital. Hunter was silent, thinking constantly about the sound the dagger had made when it sunk into your arm, the smell of blood and sour poison filling the air when he removed the blade. He should’ve known it was poison by how horrible it smelt, but he didn’t think, didn’t pick up on it at all. Maybe you wouldn’t be in such a dire condition if Hunter had been in the right frame of mind for once. Ever since that mountain, up in the trees, he has struggled to concentrate on anything but you. When he wakes up after a long flight, he looks for you first. Then, Omega and the others shortly after. Your scent is the very first one he can pick out from the ship, your laugh is better than anything else he’s ever heard, your voice is always easy to pick out above all others. He could sit and wait on you for hours, doing your every request just to see you smile, or even smirk at him. Even under the pressure of battle you were unavoidable. He couldn’t escape you. His every move had you in mind, were you safe, were you winning, were you looking at him? He realised after the mountain that he’d been gravitating towards you unknowingly, and had greedily seized at the chance to ‘teach’ you that day. The only thing he could think about cleary that night was ‘look at where my stupid ass has gotten me, and her’. You, alone in that hospital, not well enough to survive without the best medicine Naboo could provide. The last thing on Hunter’s mind was the cost, anything was worth saving you, he’d come to terms with that the second you passed out from the stab wound. Maker, he’d considered trading himself over to the strange Kaminoans if it meant you getting medical treatment. He wondered how that would’ve gone down now, if they hadn’t made it to Naboo in time, thanks to Echo’s mad piloting of the hyperspace routes and Tech’s quick calculations of whereabouts you would arrive in the galaxy after dropping out of hyperspace. Hunter told himself to thank the others for all of their endless work trying to save you, but the words died on his mind. He stared at the campfire Omega had constructed with Tech’s assistance, and Echo’s, and let it blind him into sleep. Or, what would’ve been sleep. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

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[kassette--woodswich--esquire]

My nerd ass just introduced my future spouse to mandalorian terms of endearment, because mandalorian has no gendered words. The squeak they made at Riduur (spouse) was adorable. They're my cyar'ika, my beloved.

@leifdoescosplays

#mandalorian #nonbinary #spouse #riduur #lgbt

[padawansuggest]

Clone Chat

Cody: I woke up to super heavy purring and feeling like I was suffocating and when I tried to extract myself I got fangs in my wrist for it.

Rex: ???? Why are you sleeping with Waxer’s illegal tooka??

Cody: IT WASNT A TOOKA IT WAS GENERAL KENOBI HE WONT STOP CLIMBING ON ME IN HIS SLEEP

#star wars #obi wan kenobi #incorrect star wars quotes #clone wars #incorrect clone wars quotes #commander cody #captain rex #clonechat #Obi is wanted but plz ur suffocating ur riduur

[sol-insidious]

Luke: “For the last time, I’m a Jedi, not a wizard.”

Din: “But you make things float.”

Luke: “Yes. With the Force.”

Din: “And you’re literally wearing wizard robes.”

Luke: “I get cold okay :(“

#star wars #the mandalorian #luke skywalker #din djarin #dinluke #incorrect quotes #sw incorrect quotes #Luke 100% gets cold easily #Din fights literal battles for his riduur but the bravest thing he does is let Luke warm his ice-cold feet on his tummy #Mhi me’dinui an / we will share all #so gimmie some of your body heat cyare

[lovelettersforthedamned]

thinking about riduur!din…

din is big into touch, even in public.

he’s always within an arm's reach when you’re out and about. Some of that is due to his overwhelming sense of protectiveness when it comes to you, but another aspect of it is because he loves it when people see him with you.

you were always so kind to the residents of Nevarro, always going out of your way to help others, and din loved that about you. having people know that he was yours and you were his was an honor to him. he took pride in being your riduur. 

while din was away on hunts off-world, you remain within the home you’ve made together. 

you used to join him while you two were just friends. his adventures became a team effort.

now as you’ve grown physically and mentally, you remain at home on Nevarro. his name has gained more traction within the galaxy, which meant more enemies looking for him, or even worse, you. 

you don’t mind staying back, but you worry, of course. you know he can handle himself, but there’s always that inkling feeling when he exceeds the days he said the job would take.

learning mando’a and learning about his creed

even before you were wed, you dabbled in learning a bit of mando’a; wanting to connect with din on another level. 

along with the language, learning about the history of his creed and the culture was extremely important to you.

it made din’s heart soften everytime you asked him to talk more about the creed.

din without his helmet

the first time he removed his helmet in front of you, it was before he was allowed to. 

when you two would go out on hunts together, din found himself face to face with his biggest fear, losing you. 

while exploring a cave in search of your next bounty, you fell into a deep body of water, your weapons weighing you down and pulling you further. din had no choice but to jump in after you, his own swimming skills barely strong enough to save you. reaching the surface, he ripped off his helmet to give you mouth to mouth, his creed being the last thing on his mind. he just needed to see your eyes open. you choked out the water that was residing in your lungs before looking up at din. you pushed yourself away from him, confused. you didn’t know who this man was until he said, “cyar’ika, it’s me.”

his voice made you pause, no way, you immediately shut your eyes, and covered them with your hand for extra precaution, “i didn’t see anything! i swear!”

you felt a hand reach for your wrist, pulling it down, “i know, i know…it’s alright (Y/N).”

you peered into his soft brown eyes, then trailed down to the arch of his nose, and finally came to his parted lips. the refraction of light from the water that almost killed you displayed a beautiful array of light onto his face, oh his face.

you couldn’t stop staring at him, and that scared him, until you asked, “can i kiss you, din?”

as he pulled you in, you realize that he was it for you. 

--author's note: something sweet for you on this november night...also, how are we liking this format??? i think it's cute, but im biased because i. made. it. LOL. everyone welcome bookie bear din djarin into my masterlist, WOOOOO. keep supporting your writers by liking, commenting, reblogging!! my ask/inbox is OPEN, so send me some of your juicy ideas so i can make them come to life!! ok, ily bye<33.

#din djarin x reader #riduur!din djarin x reader #the mandalorian x reader #din djarin fanfiction #fluff #din djarin x you #din djarin headcannon #star wars

[realmothchu]

not enough married dinluke fics to my liking

#don’t get me wrong the pining is great i love it but #i also want to see how they navigate their relationship along with their growing number of personal responsibilities #(yes din is still mand’alor to me okay) #how do their friends and family react to the marriage? #does din’s voice swell with pride when he refers to luke as his riduur? does luke sense that pride through the force and smile to himself? #are they more protective of each other? #are they more involved in each other’s cultures? #what do they fight about? who gets jealous? #THERES SO MUCH TO EXPLORE U GUYS #anyway i need fic recs please and thank u #star wars #dinluke #otp

[covermeindinsbeskar]

GIVE IT BACK TO HIM

#no seriously give it back #bo katan doesn’t deserve it #the mandalorian #star wars #din djarin #mando #beskar #riduur #the darksaber #sw the mandalorian #sw mandalorian #star wars the mandalorian #mandalorian

[vodika-vibes]

Lol Jesse & his fiancée have to go look up different types of grasses for their future home 😂

Lol, it's legitimatly the weirdest thing. My mom and stepdad chose sod to put around their house, but only half of their grass is sod. So starting in, like, august half of the lawn is totally brown while the other half is completely green because sod goes to sleep for a good portion of the year or something. idek.

"So, Rex and his wife and the twins are coming too, right?" Jesse asks, "I know Rex kind of...enmeshed the twins with the Naberrie Twins." "It's not his decision." Kix admits, "His wife has put her foot down and said that she refuses to raise the twins like how she was raised, barely ever seeing grass or a tree and the only flowers she's ever been able to pick are ones she grew herself or the ones she had to pay to see at the botanical garden." "Rex doesn't get a say?" "Oh, he gets a say. But she's taking the twins and moving with or without him. Luckily, Rex is a clever man and didn't even have to take a minute to do the math. He loves his girls enough that he'd abandon Skywalker in a heartbeat." "I can't imagine Senator Amidala would want to raise her children on Coruscant," Jesse glances at his cyare who's almost absently flipping through the book of house options, "I mean, she's from Naboo. By all accounts, that's a pretty green world." "That's a fair point-" "I wonder if Knight Skywalker even mentioned it to her-" She continues, almost absently, to herself and then she looks up when the room falls silent, "What?" "You just raise a fair point, beautiful." Jesse says as he leans over and kisses her temple. "She does! Enough of a point that I'm going to schedule an appointment with her." Kix's Riduur exclaims, "I'll go in assuming that she's going to move with us-" "Um...That seems-" "It'll be fine!"

#star wars #star wars au #clone creche #I'm currently picturing Kix's riduur as a Miss Frizzle type lady

[ironhoshi]

It came out amazing. I swapped the worcestershire sauce with soy sauce since riduur is allergic to seafood. 10/10 will make again. It is comforting. Great fall dish!

Transcript below cut!

CANADIAN CHEDDAR CHEESE SOUP

The rich combo of bacon, cheese, and beer keeps this favorite on the menu at LE CELLIER STEAKHOUSE. which opened October 1, 1982 (as a buffeteria before transitioning to the fine dining restaurant we know today). This soup debuted at the annual EPCOT International Food & Wine Festival, making it a part of EPCOT food history since its beginning

Ingredients:

1/2 pound of bacon, cut into 1/2-inch pieces

1 medium red onion, cut into 1/4-inch pieces

3 celery ribs, cut into 1/4-inch pieces

4 tablespoons butter

1 cup all-purpose flour

3 cups chicken stock

4 cups milk

1 pound white cheddar cheese, grated

1 tablespoon hot pepper sauce

1 tablespoon Worcestershire sauce

Coarse salt and freshly ground black pepper, to taste

1/2 cup warm Canadian golden lager or any pale lager

Chopped scallions or chives for garnish

SERVES 10

Instructions:

In a 4-or 5-quart Dutch oven, cook bacon over medium heat, stiring occasionally, for about 5 minutes or until lightly browned

Add onion, celery, and butter and sauté until onion softens, about 5 minutes.

Add flour and cook, stirring constantly, over medium heat for about 4 minutes. Whisk in chicken stock and bring to boil for 1 minute. Reduce heat to simmer and cook for about 15 minutes, stirring occasionally.

Add milk and continue to simmer for 1 5 minutes. Do not boil after milk is added.

Remove from heat and add cheese, hot pepper sauce, Worcestershire sauce, salt, and pepper. Blend with immersion blender until cheese is melted and soup is smooth. Stir in warm beer. If the soup is too thick, thin with warm milk.

Serve hot, garnished with chopped scallions or chives

LE CELLIER STEAKHOUSE -CANADA

#hoshi house cooks #Canadian bacon cheddar soup #disney food #we had it at epcot first and fell in love #but it made my riduur's tummy upset #gosh darn anchovies #soup #soup recipe #disney recipes #homecooking

[feralsunspotandtincan]

If you're Luke's friend and you just silently stick your finger in his face, he'll just kind of confusedly lean forward until he accidentally boops himself on the nose.

Din went absolutely feral when he discovered this and now does it at least once a day. Luke still hasn't figured it out but he's unintentionally been teaching Grogu to do it and Din is fucking *vibrating* from joy.

#luke is a cat #id say change my mind but ypu literally can't #din knows he's hit the riduur jackpot and yes he is insufferably smug about it #dinluke #luke skywalker #din djarin

[deewithani]

I watch The Mandalorian for the story.

The story:

#the absolute 🍰 #where did you come from #got a riduur? #pretty hard to sneak up on dragons when your cheeks are clapping #and he wears kama? #be still my heart

[kalevalakryze]

March On

For Bo-Katan Week Day Two: wedding/marriage Pairing: Bo-Katan Kryze/Ahsoka Tano Characters: Bo-Katan Kryze, Ahsoka Tano, Captain/Commander Rex (CC-7567) Warnings: mentions of loss & grief Summary:”Ahsoka, wait.. you can’t go out there like that,” Bo-Katan started, her hand resting heavily on a bare shoulder. The Togruta spun to face her, Bo had to look away at the mirrored reflection of loss and pain. She’d buried everyone she knew, and Bo understood, she also understood that allowing Ahsoka to throw herself at the Imperials with nothing to protect her would be dangerous. “Look, I don’t know how much it’ll help a Jetti,” The Mandalorian made quick work of peeling away the upper half of her armor, before unzipping her flight suit to reveal the heavy vest she wore beneath it all, dark blue with beskar alloy woven into the fibers. Ahsoka’s markings furrowed as she watched the redhead remove the under armor. “Bo-Katan…” The Togruta understood what the relinquishing of armor meant to someone, especially when the Kryze crest was emblazoned across where the human’s heart had been. “You don’t have to… you aren’t Mandalorian, it doesn’t have to mean anything-“ Notes: injury mention, mentions of loss, but it's soft and I love them , for Bo-Katan Week, Day 2, Marriage/Wedding. Word Count: 2,755

AO3 Link: here!

The minute they’d cleared away the suddenly hostile Republic forces, Bo-Katan Kryze had sent out search parties, a dozen kom’rk class fighters taking to hyperspace to try and find the Jetti and her men, with the hopes that whatever had happened to the blue and orange clones that had left behind, had avoided the clones transporting Maul. 

Bo-Katan hadn’t been able to shake the unease, or the soldiers who’d flocked to the planet under the banner of an ‘Empire.’ When her scouts reported the wreck of Ahsoka’s ship, and the mass grave that resided on the desolate moon, along with a single platinum saber, the weight of the loss settled in. Bo-Katan had come to terms that all she’d care for were doomed to be lost. So she focused her attentions to Mandalore, because, even she couldn’t lead a planet to ruin, right?

The Niteowls and all who allied with her often found themselves forced off planet to avoid imperial sympathizers. They had fled to Ithor to throw Imperials off their trail, while bringing the fight to the ancient planet as well, holing up in Tafanda Bay to keep their cover among thousands. It was in the city streets that they’d spotted an all too familiar set of montrals, where Bo-Katan had given chase, and observed the look alike phantom as she attacked clone troopers, never killing them, but instead taking them down and allowing a hooded accomplice to drag them further off. 

At some point to her chase, however, Bo-Katan had lost the mysterious Togruta. The Mandalorian had stepped aside to go over her information, and hopefully pull an attack patterns from what she’d learned, when an arm slammed into her chest and forced her against the wall. The beskar protected her from the worst of it, though there was an unnatural force to the way the woman’s copper arm pressed into her, keeping her immobile even with her larger frame.

“Ahsoka…?” Bo-Katan breathed as she stared down at the woman pinning her to the wall. There was no way it could have been anyone else, she’d never seen repeated markings on anyone in the entire species before, and Ahsoka’s eyes were just this… certain shade of blue that Bo-Katan had never been able to place.

“Bo-Katan, what are you-“

“Commander, what’s going on?” A clone’s voice spoke, Bo turned her head to the side to stare at the blue painted jaig eyes on a white trooper helmet. 

“Oro’nas, it’s okay Rex,” The arm against her chest sagged, and suddenly Bo-Katan was grabbing her elbows to help keep the Jetti up. 

“What happened to you guys?” Bo questioned as she slung Ahsoka’s arm over her shoulder, arm pulling around her waist to hold up her dropping weight. 

“Tell you about it in a minute, do you have somewhere safe we can go?” Ahsoka grumbled, fingertips grasping at Bo-Katan’s armor to keep herself standing. The smell of burnt flesh reached Bo’s nose behind her helmet, her head tilting down to follow the smell, finding the decent sized burn across the Jetti’s shoulder.

“I do, and a medkit, come on,”

“Rex, I need you to go back to the others, they’re going to need you when they wake up,” Ahsoka spoke to the Clone, who looked like he’d wanted to argue, his weight shifting between his feet as his head turned back and forth between the two women and further down the alley. “I’ll be safe, I need you to keep them safe, now,”

The captain’s shoulders dropped when he realized he’d lost, before he straightened himself and leveled Bo-Katan with a glare she could feel through both their visors. He didn’t need to speak for Bo to nod her head in their silent understanding, then, with a final look, he was disappearing into the darkness of the domed city. 

Ahsoka’s weight was increasing as the Togruta dropped into her arms to steady herself, paling fingers grasping at the hood of her singed robes to yank over her head. The tip of her right Montreal poked from a hole in the worn fabric, but other than that, it served its purpose in concealing the woman beneath her. 

Bo-Katan made quick strides in rushing Ahsoka back to the motel she’d scraped enough creds to get for a couple nights. The other Niteowls had all split up to keep their tails harder to find, so she didn’t have to worry about raising any alarm when she shoved into the room with the pain-drunk Jetti. 

“Ahsoka, hey, c’mon,” Bo called as she lowered the younger woman onto the edge of the bed. “I have to take off your robe to get to your shoulder, but I need you to tell me it’s okay,” And maybe, two years ago, if they’d been in this situation, Bo wouldn’t have even cared enough to get the Togruta to safety. But she’d grown since then, had grown in all her losses since The Clone Wars started, even. 

She’d wound up having to cut the fabric the rest of the way off the Togruta, where she quickly learned that being a fugitive Jedi was in no way easier than being an ‘empire hating traitorous Mandalorian’ The blaster burn wasn’t as bad as she’d expected, but the physical and emotional exhaustion was clearly catching up to her, Bo could almost guess with a certainty that Ahsoka had been moving nonstop since the Republic’s fall, something she could relate to a little too well these days.

Bacta and bandages were doled out across damaged skin, a burn here, a laceration there, an ugly dark bruise over there. Bo-Katan was careful with each application, projecting the care she knew her own injuries needed onto the younger woman on her bed. 

Ahsoka, who had been in a blissful state of limbo between wakefulness and slumber, blinked up at the Mandalorian as she worked, markings furrowed so tight together that Bo could almost feel her think. “What?” The redhead snapped instinctively, once she finished packing the medkit away and finally let her own eyes meet the startling blue of Ahsoka’s. 

“The Jedi are gone,” She answered, instead of offering a reasoning for her staring. “There were chips in the clones heads’ to control them… Palpatine is a Sith,” She turned over in the bed and curled herself into a tight ball. “We didn’t see any of it coming,”  

Bo-Katan paused, hand hovering just inches away from the young woman’s leg, her brows furrowing. What the kriff was she supposed to say to that? How could she say anything to offer comfort or sympathy in any genuine manner, when all she’d felt since everything went to shit had been numbness? “Rex and I. . . We’ve been trying to free as many as we can, but it’s not safe for any of them for me to be near them,” 

“You’re going to use me as a way to ditch them,” Bo stated, lips pressing into a thin line as the Togruta’s head nodded against the sheets. 

“It’s not safe for them-“

“But is it going to be safe for you? Where are your sabers? You don’t even have a blaster, or any kind of protection, do you even have a ship?” There was an incredulous high note to her voice, expressing how the entire plan sounded like bantha shit. “gar shuk meh kyrayc, you need to give yourself time,”

“I think you’re the last person who can say anything about taking time, Lady Kryze,” There was an edge to her tone that Ahsoka didn’t typically carry, not the Jetti she’d known. But then, she’d died, hadn’t she? Even if it was Ahsoka Tano’s body in front of her, the kid who she’d met on Carlac, or the woman who’d helped her lay siege to her home and drive out the Sith’s Shadow Collective, until the Clones had razed their work to the ground. Ahsoka had to become someone different, in a war where she stood with very few behind her, and no reinforcements against the entire Grand Army of the Republic’s resources. 

Ahsoka was getting up, Bo-Katan’s hand still hovering as she stared at the Togruta’s jerky movements, the way she straightened herself up and brushed away dirt. “I know the risks, and the consequences that come with it, I’ve accepted them a long time ago,” 

When she moved for the door, Bo-Katan stood, finally reaching out and grabbing her arm to keep her still. She knew the Jetti could throw her off if she’d wanted, but still the mandalorian took a breath. “Ahsoka, just wait, I can’t let you go like this,” The woman spun, fiery blue meeting the soft off-green of her own, and Bo forced her shoulders to relax, even if her fight instinct wanted to kick in at the sight of a practically cornered apex predator. 

Bo-Katan forced herself to look away, to stare at the hard line between the orange and white of her facial markings, the catch the way skin furrowed in simmering anger and resentment, feelings she knew the jetti preached against, but none of which she could blame her for. Not after she’d had to bury and watch everyone she loved die. 

“Look, I don’t know how much it’ll help a Jetti,” The Mandalorian made quick work of peeling away the upper half of her armor, tossing it onto the bedspread before unzipping her flight suit to reveal the heavy vest she wore beneath it all, dark blue with beskar alloy woven into the fibers. It wasn’t a common practice among most Mandalorians, to double up on their armor, in fact, the armored vest had only been produced by the New Mandalorians who gave up their armor, she’d found that piece in her ori’vod’s closet after her death, made to help her survive an assassination attempt (she didn’t want to think about Satine’s chance of survival if she’d been wearing it when Maul killed her, it hurt too much).

Ahsoka’s markings furrowed as she watched the redhead remove the under armor. “Bo-Katan…” The Togruta understood what the relinquishing of armor meant to someone, especially when the Kryze crest was emblazoned across where the human’s heart had been. 

“You don’t have to… you aren’t Mandalorian, it doesn’t have to mean anything-“ Because it technically was an exchange of armor, it meant more than the spare clothes she’d given her on Mandalore, because it meant she cared enough to ensure protection. 

Ahsoka reached out to take the armor, rubbing the stiff metal woven material between her fingers. “The clones taught me a lot about Mandalorians, everything they’d passed down between each other from their donor,” Her anger simmered into nothing, then, and Bo was able to relax for real. “I used to ask, when I saw pieces traded off between the battalions, or when Kote started to wear Master Kenobi’s robes…”

“Ahsoka, if you’re going to leave them behind,” Bo-Katan’s hand slid from her bicep to her free hand. “I want you to join my clan, if… if you want, so you aren’t alone,” She knew the Jetti and the Mandalorians’ had different views about death, but they’d all believed that no one was ever truly gone, and if Bo-Katan managed to die still considered a Mandalorian, she wanted her march to be with Ahsoka, even with the rift the world was forcing between her and those she loved. 

“You have a saying, don’t you ? When you offer this?” Ahsoka’s fingers interlocked with Bo-Katan’s, the redhead squeezing as she nodded, calm, for a woman who was practically standing topless into the Jedi equivalent of a kicked tooka.

“Mhi solus tome, mhi solus dar'tome, mhi me'dinui an, mhi ba'juri verde. We are one when together, we are one when parted, we will share all, we will raise warriors.” Bo-Katan explained, weight shifting from foot to foot. “I know, that we’ll be apart often, I may never see you again,” Ahsoka’s head nodded solemnly at this. “But, we’d always be together, even if the entire galaxy is against us, keeping us apart, I’ll still be there,” 

When Ahsoka moved, Bo-Katan had half a mind to tense up or fight back, because really, when Ahsoka’s arms wrapped around her neck, the redhead had to come to terms with how long it’s been since someone hugged her. The body armor was pressed between them, Bo-Katan’s arms wrapped tight around her waist as Ahsoka’s fingers once more scrambled for purchase, this time, against bare skin instead of her armor. “The Jedi code forbids attachments,” Ahsoka pointed out in a whisper, bringing something akin to a cocky smirk to the human’s lips.

“Then it’s a good thing you aren’t a Jetti, if you accept, you’ll be Mandalorian by right.. though we don’t have a witness,” 

“The force can bear witness, no one’s ever truly gone,” Bo let herself believe, for just a moment, that maybe it was true, that maybe the feeling of being watched not as prey, but with care, could be Satine, or hell, even Pre, before he’d gone nuts. 

“Alright,” Her hands moved to take the armor and help slide it over Ahsoka’s shoulders, raising the fabric so it wouldn’t catch on the bandaging job she’d done on her shoulder, “Mhi solus tome, mhi solus dar'tome, mhi me'dinui an, mhi ba'juri verde.” Once again, Bo took Ahsoka’s hands in her own, thumb brushing against bruised knuckles as she spoke, finally forcing her eyes to lock with Ahsoka’s own. 

“Mhi solus tome, mhi solus dar'tome, mhi me'dinui an, mhi ba'juri verde,” Ahsoka echoed, her hands squeezing Bo-Katans. Both of their faces lit up in a small smile, before the shorter woman was leaning up to capture Bo’s lips in a kiss that was more toothy smiles than anything. 

“I know you have to go, but would you consider staying? Just for the night, and I’ll get you what you need when you have to go,” 

Ahsoka seemed to ponder this, though the way she’d lowered herself back onto the bed beside Bo’s armor told her enough. “Alright, but I still have to give you something, it’s part of the exchange… I don’t have any armor, but do you think you could get a hold of some orange and white paint?” 

It had been easy enough to fulfill the request before midnight had struck the chronometers, and soon enough, Bo-Katan was helping pack gear into a bag while Ahsoka worked on her left pauldron on the other side of the room. “Should I be scared about what you’re doing?” She called over the noise of the Togruta sanding away paint echoed off the thin walls. 

“No, I mean, probably, I’ve only ever painted plastoid before, but.. it’s fine,” 

“gotal’ad, help us,” A white paint tipped brush was thrown at her, thumping harmlessly against the pillow she’d raised to deflect it. “That paint was already there when I rented the room,” Bo decided with a nod of her head, before she went to secure the bag,

“Anyways, I’m all done,” Ahsoka used the force to call the brush to her hand, before dropping it onto the little fold out table in the corner. When she presented the repainted pauldron, Bo-Katan blinked. 

Blue trim, orange background, and the white markings that were etched into Ahsoka’s face since birth. She knew it was important to her, enough so that the clones had bore the marks to express their admiration and love. She didn’t see it as a secondhand gesture, but the honor of being seen as worthy to wear it. It was the marking of clan Tano, truly. “I’ve always needed some more color,” Bo pointed out with a smile, offering her shoulder for the Togruta to fit the pauldron back on. “It looks good,” She confirmed, leaning to press her lips to Ahsoka’s forehead, a smile tugging at her own as she pulled back. 

The duo didn’t sleep the rest of the night, but when it was time for Ahsoka to go, they both felt more relaxed than they had since their time before the siege. Bo-Katan had led Ahsoka to the shipyard to watch her go in the small freighter she’d secured the night prior. As she’d watched the ship’s thrusters engage to take the newly minted Mando into the greater galaxy, Bo-Katan let her fingers touch the paint on her pauldron. There was no doubt in Bo-Katan's mind that this would be the last time they would see each other like this, at least... for some time. "Nu kyr'adyc, shi taab'echaaj'la"

Translations: Jetti - Jedi oro'nas - gloves off/stand down gar shuk meh kyrayc - you're no use dead ori'vod's - older sibling's Kote - 'Glory' used to refer to Grand Marshal Commander Cody, CC-2224 Mhi solus tome, mhi solus dar'tome, mhi me'dinui an, mhi ba'juri verde - We are one when together, we are one when parted, we will share all, we will raise warriors. gotal’ad - maker/creator Nu kyr'adyc, shi taab'echaaj'la - not gone, merely marching far away

#Bo-Katan Kryze #Ahsoka Tano #Bosoka #Captain Rex #The Clone Wars #bo katan kryze #the mandalorian #star wars #The clones have Mandalorian Heritage #the clones are mandalorians too #by blood #ahsoka tano is a little sister to the clones #and they were riduurs #mando'a #they both need a break #and a hug #and forehead kisses #bkw2023 #bo katan week