#the mandalorian x fe!reader

[marvelwitchergilmore]

Without Logic, or Reasoning

Summary: Din Djarin x Fe!Reader -> In truth, he didn't know why he saved her. Just that something in him, without any logic or reasoning, told him to do so. And it might have been the best thing in the world.

Disclaimer: I have used traslations from google and tumblr for the Mandolarian sayings. Also, used Google to create 'Hulbi Ca'Bar' (I have only watched the Mandolorian - no other Star Wars. I know, I'm sorry). Mentions of kidnapping, wounds, angst, parents, kissing, FLUFF. Not proof read.

She didn’t know where she was. All she could remember, or at least try to do so, was seeing a few buildings explode around her before running. After that, it’s a blur. 

Maybe a pirate ship? Maybe someone yelling for her but she couldn’t hear them - but she could see them. She didn’t know them that well, but it wouldn’t matter because seconds later, that building went up. 

Miraculously, she had made it out. Or, at least she thought she had. That was when-

She shot up. 

She seemed to be tangled in…blankets?

“Relax, hey, take it easy. You’re safe.”

She looked around to try and find where the voice was coming from. That was when she saw a man, clad in armour, sat on a box a few yards in front of her. 

So, he hadn’t killed her. Then what? Use for a ransom? She was still alive, she had to be being kept alive for something.

Not that she wanted to stick around and find out. Haphazardly untangling herself from the blankets, she stood up. “So, what? You just decided to kidnap me? That was it?”

So, she had gotten her memory back. 

She began to make her way towards the exit of the ship. “I’d call it saving your life.” He told her. 

“Oh, well, thank you so much for the generosity.” He got up to follow her out of the ship. “But I didn’t need saving.”

“Your planet was about ready to implode. If not by itself, then by its inhabitants.”

“Thanks.”

She looked around her. She wasn’t too far from a town - maybe she could walk it. “What planet am I on?”

He’d reached her side. “Nevaro.”

“But I thought-”

“It’s changed its ways since then.” He answered. 

He stood and watched her for a moment. “You know, if you let me help you-”

“I don’t need your help.”

“Fine.” He defeated. “But, just so you know, you have a…right there.”

She now looked down to her side and placed her hand to it. She had been shot. Mostly, the bullet had grazed her but it was still bleeding. 

“Oh.”

“You seemed tired so I let you sleep. If you let me patch you up, I can take you to the High Magistrate and he can help you find someone-”

“Well, from the limited information you’ve given me in the last five minutes, I don’t think that will be necessary.”

The armoured man seemed shocked. “You don’t know anyone outside of your home planet?”

“I barely knew anyone inside my home planet.” She pressed a hand to her wound. “Do you have-”

He handed her a towel, she thanked him before pressing it to her side. 

“We’re you an orphan?”

“Sometimes.” She answered. “Depended on when my folks wanted to admit my existance.”

“I’m…sorry."

“Don’t be. You weren’t the one to forget about me.”

It took the man a few moments to gather what she was saying. “Is this you…thanking me?”

She looked to him for a moment. Somehow, even though he was covered in armour, she could see him. Or, it felt that way. 

“Maybe. I mean, you did save my life. So, yes, thank you. I am indebted to you. And I don’t like being that way with people so I will find a way to pay you back.”

The man just nodded and turned back to his ship. “I have some clean-spray aboard and-”

She nodded. “That would be wonderful.”

All in all, she didn’t know whether to trust him or fight him. There was something about him that made her feel safe - like, with him, nothing could ever harm her. But, at the same time, she had never met him before. She didn’t know why he had saved her, or why he had been on her planet in the first place. She still didn’t know if he planned on killing her or using her for ransom. Not that he’d get much. By the sounds of it, half of her planet was either captured or dead. Or both. 

He had been concerned, telling her it was okay to mourn those she’d lost. But she just shook her head. “If you mean my folks, they’ve been off world for a couple of weeks. Some grand government thing, taking tours of other countries.”

He knew he would jump at the chance to contact his parents to tell them he was okay, if he had the chance. Except, she didn’t. She just sat there, on the stool, spraying her wound as if it was just about to become another battle scar. As if she hadn’t just lost half of her planet and home in less than a day. 

“Is it a custom not to mourn on your planet?” he asked her. 

She looked up. “No. I just…it’s hard to mourn the loss of something that you lost a long time ago, I guess.”

It took her a moment but as the spray settled onto her skin, she looked up to him. His back was to her. He was fiddiling with some kind of weaponry. 

“Why did you save me?”

He stopped dead in his tracks for a moment before continuing to move and handed her a bandage. “When…When I was young, I was told some people who I met, I would save. There would be no reasoning or logic behind it, but I would know I need to save them.”

“And that is why you saved me?” She asked. He helped her place the bandge on her skin and over her wound. 

“I do not know why I did, but I knew it was the right thing to do.” He answered, honestly. 

“Then what were you doing on my planet?”

“Collecting a bounty.”

“Did you get them?”

He shook his head beneath his helmet. “He managed to escape during the pirate raid. 

“What if I helped you?”

“What?”

“What if I helped you?” He stood now, and her eyes tracked him. “I can come in handy. It wouldn’t repay my debt to you but it might help.”

“You don’t know who I’m -”

“Hulbi Ca’Bar.” She answered. She might have been able to see his face, but she could see the change in his body language. 

“Please,” she scoffed a little. “Everyone and the droid’s mother knows he’s wanted by plenty of Bounty Hunters on 30 different planets. He’s skilled.”

“Do you know where he rests?”

She nodded. “I have an idea."

“Okay.” He finally agreed. “But first, I need to stock up on provisions and you need new armour.”

“What’s wrong with this one?” She stood, watching him throw a brown satchel across his body. 

“It’s old.”

After a short moment, she turned around, mimicking his voice. “Oh, it’ old he says.”

In the space of a few hours, she had been dressed in new armour upon the request of the High Magistrate. Mando- as she had come to know him as - had stocked up on provisions and everything he needed before they took off in search for Ca’Bar. 

It hadn’t taken them long to find him. With her knowing insider information, they’d found him in half of the time. But that didn’t mean it was easy to bring him in. 

Mando had approached him slowly, standing there, stoic. She tried her best to ignore how hot he was. There was just something about him. 

But, stuffing her thought behind her, she made her way around the bar to the back exist. 

It took a few minutes but eventually the back door swung open and there stood Ca’Bar, looking around frantically. 

“Hey, there.” She smiled. 

He attempted to run in the opposite direction but her shot was too good. In seconds, he went down, loopy and sedated. 

“Good work.”

She just nodded as Mando approached him and picked him up by his neck. That was when a droid came over, offering help. 

“No droids.” Mando stated, clearly. That was when an old, rickity manual cart was brough over and Mando dropped Ca’Bar inside before pulling him to the ship. 

“So, what did he do to get onto your radar?” She asked, as they walked abck. 

“He stole a key.”

“Physical or metophorical?”

He looked back to her. “What? Was it an actual key or was it, like, a map or something?”

“It was a code to a safe, off world of my client’s planet. A fail safe if something bad happened.”

“Like a world exploding.”

“Yes.”

By the time they got back to the ship, Mando freezed the body over. But that was when she heard noises coming from the sleeping capsual in the corner. She got closer, and that was when the door shot up making her jump back. 

“Grogu.” Mando warned. 

The green foundling mumbled something before looking at her with a wide smile. 

“Is he a…bounty or is he…”

She got her answer, however, when the green foundling jumped into Mando’s arms. 

She smiled a little. “Son, then.”

She couldn’t see his face but she coud have swore he smiled under his helmet. 

Mando placed Grogu on the floor where he walked towards her. 

“She’s going to be with us for a while. Be nice.”

Tapping the bottom of her leg, she bent down to pick him up. He placed a small hand on her cheek, feeling her skin beneath his hand. 

Mando chuckled. “He likes you.”

“Hi, buddy.”

Mando tried to ignore the way he felt when he saw Grogu in her arms, them both smiling. He also tried to ignore the way he felt every and any time he looked at her. 

He didn’t know why but his stomach would errupt in butterflies, his heart would so the same in turn and finally, his vision would become blurry as his thoughts turned his brain into mush. 

Over the following months, he found himself watching them together and most times, he just wanted to hold them both in his arms, and never let them go. 

The more he thought about Greef Karga’s offer. A nice spot of land. A job. A school for Grogu. Peace. 

But, the more he thought about it, the more he thought about her, too. Spending time with her, Grogu having a full family. 

He never thought it would happen, but recently, he’d been thinking about the ability to remove his helmet. 

Although his creed didn’t technically allow it, it did allow for the removal of the helmet in front of a spouse. Never in his life time did he think that the opportunity would even present itself. 

But now it had. 

It had been clear from a few month in that he was completly boots-over-helmet for her. Most people they ran into brought it up once or twice when they were in the vicinity of one another. 

After a month of recieving such comments, both of them - not going unnoticed by the other - had began to remain quiet on the subject, cutting straight to the point of why they were there. 

By that point, she had also come to learn of his real name. 

Din Djarin. 

She only every called him by his name when it was just them, together and alone on the ship. Other than that, it was Mando. 

Yet, he couldn’t ignore the way his heart leaped frrom his chest whenever she spoke his name. She’s always say it softly, and never with even an ounce of a harsh undertone. It was something personal, between both of them. 

Some nights, she’d ask him to tell her about some of the Bounty’s he had caught. 

“Come on,” she said as she picked the meat from the bone. “A mysterious bounty hunter such as yourself should have at least one story to tell.”

In return, she’d tell him stories of her childhood. Some of the few adventures she went one when she was alone. How she’d climb the highest trees just to watch the sun set over her home. How she’d stay up all night to watch the stars shoot across the sky and how she’d make a wish in order that she might run away and make memories with…others. 

“I didn’t have many friends as a kid. Not many people wanted their kids to be friends with a Government’s daughter. I guess the thought that I could have ratted on them if they did something scared them too much.”

“And did you?”

She shook her head. “Not once."

“Did they ever do anything illegal?”

“Technically, no. Mostly it was using loopholes that were frowned upon.”

A few more months passed and before they knew it, it had been almost a year since they had met and he had saved her life. 

To Din, she had paid her debt a thousand times over in the year. But, selfishly, he didn’t want her to leave. 

So, he could only hope she had forgotten that a ‘debt had’ to be paid. 

Except, that thought came to a head when Grogu’s life was thrown into danger. 

It had been a band of pirates. They had wanted revenge for when Din had last out-smarted them. 

And they took a hostage. 

By the end, it landed in blasts being shot back and forth and before one landed towards Grogu, she had ran over, covering him. 

When she hissed in pain, Grogu looked to her. “I’m okay.” Grogu placed a hand on her cheek. She pressed her hand over his. “I promise, I’m okay. Come on, let’s get you back to your dad.”

Removing the small shackles the pirates had Grogu kept in, she picked him up and made her way out, Din not far behind her. 

By the time they made it back to the safety of their ship, Din flying them all out of there and out of harms way before destroying the ship behind them, she had a chance to inspect her wound. 

“I’m okay, kid. I promise.”

Din now turned in his chair, trying to maintain focus on the space in front of them but his whole mind going straight to her 

“You’re hurt!”

“I’m okay.” She reassured him, spraying another canister of healing spray. It would take a few days to properly heal, but it would do for now. “Din, I’m okay. Just get us out of here.”

By the time they reached Nevaro, he flicked on auto-landing and rushed to her side. 

“Let me look.”

The wound was still fresh but she’d be okay after a few days. He could see that for himself, but it was still too long. 

The home that Greef Karga had promised Mando was decent enough. Four bedrooms, a bathroom - as well as one in the master room - an office, a living room, a large enough kitchen and a garden in the back. Open windows in most places that allowed for a lot of natural light to sweep over the rooms. There was even a conservatory at the back allowing for them to sit under the stars yet still be comfortable and warm enough. 

Karga had also made the point that there were no droids around or in the building. There could be, if they wished, but he already knew the answer to that. 

Over the days that passed, it became harder and harder for Din to concentrate. And, unbeknownst to him, for her, too. 

Simply seeing her in this domestic setting in the morning, watching as she moved around the home, it was enough to make him fall so deep in love, he thought he might never surface again. 

And for her, seeing him now relaxed. Seeing him as he walked through the town, helping people where he could knowing there was no intimate danger, it made her heart swell. 

She may not see his face but she could tell. She could tell he was happy. 

She could also tell he was happy by what he called her. In the beginning, it had been by her name - once he learnt it. But now, her name was rarely used unless to catch her attention when she really wasn’t listening. Mostly, he used terms of affection; cyar’ika, mesh’la, cyare, and once or twice, riduur. That final one was only used in situations where there was a danger to her and even she could feel it. Din would step closer to her and be by her side the whole time. He’d also glare off anyone who walked within the direction of her. 

But, finally, after this foggy existence of constant feelings that felt like they would burst at any moment, a shift finally took place. 

Grogu had been taken by Greef Karga to an overnight school experience. it had been newly introduced to allow the students to learn more about the galaxies. They’d be sleeping under the stars in a safe dome whilst talking and learning all about the stars. And, somehow, Karga had convinced Mando and her to stay home. 

And apparently, that was the push that they needed. 

Being stood inside the living room, talking about Grogu; the subject of their lives came up. 

The debt was paid. 

She - although she could have always left - was free to leave. She was no longer indebted to him. She had risked her life in order to save Grogu. 

“What if I said I wanted to stay? What would you say?”

“You are family, to Grogu. I’m sure he’d be happy enough and-”

She took his hand in hers. “No. What…what would you say, Din?”

It took him a moment. He felt like a kid. One look from the girl he loved and he no longer could function like a human being. 

“I’d…” his voice was quiet. Both of their voices were quiet. Intimate. Were they finally going to admit what they had been haphazardly dancing around? “I’d say stay…”

He now lifted his head. “Stay with us.”

One small movement and she could feel the cold metal of his helmet against her forehead. 

A Mandalorian Kiss. 

Finally. 

She felt his hands grace her hips gently, being sure not to go too far up in case he grazed her wound and caused her pain. 

“Cyar’ika,” 

Slowly, the both moved back, able to see one another clearly again. Only, this time, Din’s hands moved away from her body and towards his helmet. 

“Din…” Part of her wanted him to stop. This was his creed. If he removed it-

It didn’t stop him. The hiss broke the silence in the room for a moment before he lifted the helmet from his head. 

It was the first time she saw his face. 

But it didn’t matter.

He was still Din. 

He always would be. 

Her hand raised to touch his cheek and that was when she felt his gloveless hand - he had removed them as he placed his helmet down - touch her own, enveloping it in his. He pressed her hand to his cheek, leaning into her touch. 

“I broke my creed over a year ago, before I met you.” 

It felt odd, seeing his mouth and face move as he spoke. 

He wondered if his cheeks were going bright red with love. Even though he could see her clearly through the ‘T’ of his helmet, this was something different entirely. 

He could feel her. 

“Even if I hadn’t…I would break it for you.”

This made a small smile grace her lips. Her eyes searched all over his face as if making a metal image that would last long after they were both gone from the world. 

“Can I kiss you?” She asked him. 

A moment passed by, although comfortable. He nodded. That was when he felt her forehead on his. 

Skin to skin contact. 

He felt his cheeks warm, her hand still on his cheek from earlier. His hands now back by her hips, pulling her a little closer.

Then, her kiss. 

It was soft. New. Perfect. 

It was both of them, together, officially. Locked together for what they wished would last forever. 

They pulled away for a moment, smiles on their faces that hadn’t been seen…ever. 

His hand now graced her cheek, pulling her in once more. This time, the kiss was more. The push and pull of one another until finally they pulled away, reluctantly, for a breath of air. 

Their foreheads lay together once more. 

“Ni kar’tayl gar darasuum,”

She smiled. “What does that mean?”

“It means, ‘I love you’.”

She couldn’t help but smile wider, even if she did try to suppress it before her cheeks hurt even more.

“And, what does Riduur mean?”

She saw Din blush for a moment, breaking eye contact to look away and down. “My wife.”

She smiled again, placing a hand on his cheek and her thumb under his chin to make him look at her. 

“I like the sound of that.”

He smiled back before surging in for a kiss. This time, it was more heated and passionate, pulling each other as close as possible. 

They’d danced about this for a year or more. 

They didn’t need to anymore.

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din djarin x female!reader

warnings: language, discussion of the slave trade, past trauma, mentions of mental and emotional abuse, mentions of murder

word count: 3,804

Summary: It was like fate or destiny had planned from the beginning for you to be on the run from the law. With the words ‘I can bring you in warm, or I can bring you in cold’ adorning your rib cage you always wondered what was worse: Knowing you were bound to being wanted or realizing your soulmate was a cursed bounty hunter. You had a mission to finish and no bounty hunter, soulmate or not, was going to stop you.

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04: COOL MOTIVE, STILL MURDER

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"unexpected friendships are the best ones." -unknown

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Corellia wasn’t so bad after all. As much as you hated the city itself, the Mandalorian had flown you out to the middle of nowhere where a sliver of nature sat. Maker knows this world didn’t have much of it, but what it did have was nice. It had to be. That must be why you felt so much better. The rickety, old ship the Mandalorian flew was parked off to the side and you sat at a small fire he had started. Grogu was sleeping in his floating egg shaped pram⏤ you could hear his snores. 

“I need to patch up your shoulder.”

You turned your head to see the Mandalorian had come back from his ship with a first aid kit. He sat down beside you and popped open the case. You shrugged out of your jacket with a wince and then carefully unhooked the holster from your shoulders. 

“Can I touch you?”

“What?” You asked in surprise. Mando nodded toward you and lifted the cautery in his hands for emphasis. You appreciated that he asked and then wondered how sad it was that him acting permission had surprised you. He cleared his throat and you chuckled. “Yes. Thanks.” Mando shifted closer and you turned a bit so he’d have better access to your back. “What’s the damage?”

“Not bad. Could’ve been worse.”

“Yeah, no kidding.” You chuckled. “That sleemo was gonna saw my arm off.” 

“Am I allowed to know why?”

You chuckled. “We go way back.” Nivor was one of Viktor’s goonies. In your mad dash to escape, you had blasted off a few of his fingers. Oops. “You saw those missing fingers on his hand?” Mando nodded. “Yeah, well that’s my fault.” There was a beat of silence and you heard the cautery kick on. “How did you find me? Why did you find me? What were you⏤”

“Can I answer one question before you ask another?”

“I suppose that’s fair.” You mumbled.

Mando did not give you warning for when he pressed the cautery to your skin, but he did answer your question which gave you something to focus on. “I was looking for you.” You grit your teeth together in pain as he continued to cauterize your wound. “And since I know you have a penchant for cantinas that narrowed the list of places I had to search. Besides,” It sounded like Mando chuckled, “I’m a bounty hunter, remember? Did you really think I wouldn’t be able to find you?”

Your shoulder ached something awful, but before you knew it Mando was placing a bacta patch over it. You glanced back at him in surprise. Bacta patches were expensive. It was the kind of item reserved for the worst of injuries. Your shoulder hadn’t been nearly that bad, and Mando had stopped the bleeding without issue. Already though, the bacta was soaking into your skin and your pain was beginning to ebb away.

“Right.” You mumbled then shook your head. “I guess I was less curious about the ‘how’ and more interested in the ‘why’.” 

Mando was silent and you wished he was an easier person to read. Granted, you didn’t take your inability to get a read on him personally. It was a metal helmet after all. He tilted his head, just a bit, and you shifted under his gaze. Finally, Mando spoke. “I thought you could use some help.”

“You… You want to help me?” You asked skeptically. Mando nodded once. His entire body was rigid, arms resting on his knees, and you glanced down to his gloved hands that were clenching and unclenching. Nervous. That was the energy you felt radiating from him, but it had to be a wrong guess. You couldn’t picture a hardened Mandalorian being nervous. Based on all the tales you had heard, you assumed they were as hard as the beskar they wore.

He cleared his throat. “I do.”

“Why would you want that? What’s in it for you?” You narrowed your eyes at him. “Nobody just offers help like that⏤ with no strings attached.”

“Maybe that’s why I want to help.” Mando shrugged. “To show you that’s not true.”

You chuckled, “What? You trying to change the worldview of a stranger?”

“No. You were wronged. I⏤ I want to make right with that.” Mando said. There was a softness in his tone that matched the quiet of the night surrounding the two of you. It caught you off guard. His sincerity. He was speaking as if he had been the one to wrong you. “I know you have no reason to trust me⏤”

“You kept me from getting my arm cut off. That’s one reason.” You shrugged then winced just a bit. The bacta was making your shoulder feel so good you forgot moving it around a bunch was probably a bad idea. You shook your head. “I just mean, you’ve given me no reason to not trust you, I suppose.”

It wasn’t a great degree of trust, but it was more than you were usually willing to give. Everything the Mandalorian had said to you so far had been honest and to the point. In fact, the only time he went back on his word was when he claimed to want nothing to do with you after dropping you off only to immediately come and find you.

“But you have to know something.” You said firmly. Mando gave you a small nod to continue. “I’m not what that puck claims me to be, but I’m also not innocent.” For a minute, the only sound hanging in the air was the crackling of the flames and Grogu’s snores. Your hand lifted to touch the band around your neck. “The man who… The man who owned me last is named Viktor. He’s a big player in the flesh trades, and he has five bosses beneath him. The people he trusts the most⏤ all flesh traders as well.” You tapped your fingers against the band, your nails clinking against the metal. “And I killed all five of them.”

If Mando was caught off by your admission he didn’t show it. You reached behind you to pick up the firearm still tucked away in its holster. “You asked why I only had one slug? Well, I started out with six. Just have one to go is all.” The firearm was decorated in gold just as you had been. Viktor had a disturbing obsession with it. Your fingers traced the lines engraved in the metal. “The firearm was his too actually. Part of his collection, just like I was. Stole it on my way out. It’s probably melodramatic of me to want to take the bastard out with his own firearm but…” You chuckled. “He forced me to live by his dramatics, and now I’m gonna kill him by mine.”

“That’s why you keep the collar on.” Mando blurted after a long moment. You blinked in surprise that he seemed to understand so quickly. That his voice didn’t hold any kind of disgust or surprise.

You pressed your lips together and nodded. “I want them to know. I wanted the last thing they saw to be a reminder of their sins.” There was a tense pause and it made you uncomfortable to have so much of yourself hanging out in the air to be seen. You cracked a smile and joked. “Just in case you thought the firearm thing wasn’t dramatic enough.”

Silence followed once more, but it didn’t feel awkward. It felt just as warm as the glow coming from the fire not too far from you now. You reveled in it⏤ pulled your knees up to your chest and rested your chin there comfortably. Mando hadn’t grabbed you and dragged you back into his ship for admitting to five counts of murder. Technically more if you included the henchmen you had to burn through to get to the bosses in the first place. Though, in your mind, you hardly considered it homicide. Murder involved killing a person, and they had not been people. Not with the crimes they committed, the sins they enjoyed. 

“I’m a bounty hunter.” Mando suddenly spoke up. You turned your head, still leaning on your knees, to glance at him. He was leaning back on one arm while staring into the fire. “I’m sure you’re aware my hands aren’t clean. I’ve taken lives before.”

“For different reasons.” You argued. Mando’s had been a job, yours was for vengeance.

“Doesn’t matter.” He shook his head. He turned to face you again and his hidden gaze nearly knocked the air from you. You shifted awkwardly. Being the sole focus of this Mandalorian felt like having a spotlight aimed straight down on you. Revealing. “My reasons are my own, just as your reasons are your own. I don’t get to point my own bloody hands at you in judgment.” You appreciated that. Appreciated that he wouldn’t look down his nose at you in disdain or discontent. It was…refreshing. Mando shrugged his shoulders.” Although, if you’d like my opinion, I think they’re getting what they deserve.”

You chuckled at his words. It just felt funny. Never before had you told anybody these things. Nobody. Yet, here you were baring your soul to a Mandalorian stranger, and it felt…right. Maybe deep down you had been craving the clarity that conversation brought. All this time, maybe you had needed someone to share this with, and though it ended up being with the least likely person in the galaxy, you counted your blessings. 

The Razor Crest was drifting. Din loved the Crest. It was his and Grogu’s home. However, right now it was a real pain in the ass. Something electrical had short circuited and now they were drifting in space. It wouldn’t usually annoy him as much as it did, scrap happened, but with you on board now it felt like Din was in a tumultuous state. A fragile partnership. You had agreed to allow Din to help you by giving you a ride. Now, that one thing he promised was out of service. He was determined to help you see this to its finish, find you a happy ending, and that would be really hard if you left him.

“Dank farrik.” Din mumbled. He was shoulder deep into the wall panel trying to reach the wire that was fried. He was forced to remove his pauldron to make his arm fit and even with it off he could only get so far. Grogu babbled in front of him and Din shook his head. “What? You wanna try?” Grogu continued to babble. “After what happened last time? I don’t think so.”

“What happened last time?”

Din jumped at the sound of your voice and his ungloved hand brushed against the wrong wire sending a shock right up his arm, “Fuck!” He yanked his arm back quickly, trying to shake sensation back into his hand, and glanced over his shoulder to see you standing there, leaning against the wall with your arms crossed and a small smirk. Din was blushing. He could feel it in his cheeks and he thanked the Maker for his helmet. “You were sleeping.”

“Yeah. ‘Were’ being the key word.” You nodded toward him. “How’s your hand?”

“I’ll survive.” Din turned back around and quickly slid his glove back on. Grogu giggled, as if he could tell his father was flustered, and Din playfully tugged on the boy’s ear in response. “Go play.” Grogu began to waddle away and Din added. “But not in the wiring.”

Din stood up and turned to face you. His eyes widened when he saw you holding his pauldron in your hands. You were tracing his mudhorn signet with a single finger. “It’s heavier than I thought it’d be.” Your gaze was thoughtful as you studied it. Typically he wasn’t a fan of anyone touching his armor, but he couldn't quite bring himself to take it from you. “Why do you have a mudhorn on your shoulder piece?

“It’s the signet of my clan.” Din responded.

“Did you choose it?”

“No.” Din shook his head. “It chose me. Us.”

You glanced up from the beskar and raised an eyebrow, “Us?”

“Grogu and I.” Din explained. He hated it, but briefly⏤ so brief it was only a flash⏤ Din couldn’t help but think of the word ‘us’ including you. It was stupid. He mentally cursed himself at the notion, and then he reached forward and snatched the pauldron from your hands. You left your hands open, fingers spread apart, in mock surrender. Din grimaced and attached the pauldron back to his shoulder. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be. Probably shouldn’t have picked it up.” You shrugged and went back to having your arms folded across your chest. “I was just curious. I heard a lot of talk about beskar, but I’ve only ever seen it in ingot form.”

Din’s head snapped up from where he had been glancing at his shoulder in surprise. “What?”

“What?”

“You’ve seen beskar ingots?”

You nodded. “Viktor liked to collect them. That’s his whole spiel. He likes owning things that obviously belong to someone else.” You motioned to him. “Mandalorian’s beskar.” Then motioned to yourself. “Bounty hunter’s soulmate.”

Din stiffened in place at your words. His mouth felt dry. Involuntarily, he took a step toward you, voice low, “He took you because of who your soulmate was?” Din felt like he was going to be sick. As if the prospect of you going through what you did could possibly be anymore his fault. “Because you are a bounty hunter’s soulmate?”

“Because I’m a soulmate period.” You shrugged nonchalantly. “That’s why he took all of us. He liked owning girls who he considered some other person’s property.” You kept your voice steady, your features steeled, but Din saw a flash of pain⏤ of anger in your eyes. A slow smirk crawled across your features. Din had already registered the smile synonymous to a shield of armor. Din had beskar, you had that grin. “I really had no chance at freedom. Even if I hadn’t been born to a slave, fate marked me with words that would always make me belong to someone.”

Din loathed the comparison and before he could hold himself back he was arguing with you once more. “Having a soulmate isn’t the same as having a master. It isn’t slavery.”

“Isn’t it?” You countered. “Fate painting you in a corner, determining who you’re going to belong to the moment those words appear on your skin. Doesn't sound like freedom to me. Sounds like another one of my choices got torn away from me.”

“That isn’t⏤ It’s not⏤ If your soulmate forced you to be with them then that says more about that person than it does the mark itself. And just because you have words etched into your very being, doesn’t mean you have to be with that person. It’s a…” Din was talking too much. He was acutely aware of that. However, it was like he couldn’t stop. It was like you were pulling the words from him with that curious but firm stare. “In my culture, soulmates are just a compass. My… My father used to say that having words on your skin is a gift. Fate is offering you a peek into your future. It’s leading you to a like minded soul. A soul that compliments your own in some way.” He shook his head. “It’s not a perfect system, and I’m not blind to the fact that sometimes terrible, terrible people get a gift they don’t deserve, but… you should never feel pressured to be with your soulmate. The words are just pointing down a path you can choose to follow or not.”

You blinked at him in surprise and Din resisted the urge to readjust his stance. Finally, you tilted your head at him with a chuckle. “I think that’s the most I’ve ever heard you say in one go.” Din was blushing again, for fuck’s sake. “Don’t get me wrong. I like it.” Your smile shifted less from defensive to more sincere. “It’s really nice hearing a voice other than my own.” Din would never admit it, could barely even bring himself to think it, but he liked talking to you. The back and forth between his voice and yours created a melody, and Din was slowly considering it to be his favorite song. “So, is that the Mandalorian outlook on soulmates? It’s a little sweet and sappy for a bunch of hardened warriors.”

“It’s not. I… It was from before.” Din cleared his throat. “My culture before I became Mandalorian.”

There was even more curiosity in your gaze. He didn’t want to talk about Aq Vetina. His past. If you asked, he would answer. Din wouldn’t be able to help himself, and it was his own fault for bringing this up in the first place, but a sense of dread settled in his gut. As if you could somehow see through beskar, read his mind, you just nodded and left the topic be.

“So how come the ship isn’t moving?”

Din motioned to the open panel, “Wiring issue. I’m getting it sorted out right now.” He cleared his throat then added for good measure. “We’ll be moving again soon. Don’t worry.”

“Alright. Need any help?”

“No.” Din answered quickly. He didn’t want to look incompetent in front of you. This was his ship and it’d be embarrassing to ask the guest for help in repairs. He crossed his arms. “I can handle it just fine.”

“Mhmm.” You mumbled with a smile. “Well, I’m gonna eat. You have fun electrocuting yourself.” You began to pass him with a chuckle and Din resisted the urge to squirm. “Let me know if you change your mind.”

When you were out of sight, just around the small corner in the little kitchen nook, Din blew out a quiet breath of air. He crouched down once more to peer deep into the panel where it had shorted out. There was no way Din was going to reach that.

“Ih.” Grogu blurted and Din glanced over his shoulder to see Grogu waddling back over.

“Yeah, ad’ika.” Din sighed. “I’m gonna need your help.”

After some clever electrical engineering courtesy of Mando’s toddler child, the ship was moving once more. You honestly found it hilarious that the Mandalorian had denied your offer to help and turned to the small adorable gremlin instead. You assumed it had been a point of pride so you didn’t push on the issue. Plus, you weren’t all that great at engineering anyways and hadn’t been in the mood to shock yourself. 

So, you had made yourself some food and left half for Mando.

Then you planted yourself in the cockpit and watched as the hyperspace lines raced by. It was a hypnotizing sight. A peaceful one. You never grew tired of seeing it. Eventually, you heard heavy footsteps and Mando entered your line of sight. Without glancing at you, he sat down in the pilot’s seat and flipped a few settings.

“Thank you.” Mando suddenly said. “For leaving me some food. That was… thoughtful.” 

You grinned in amusement. Talking to Mando was fun. Mostly because it felt like he was relearning how to have full length conversations. Or maybe it was just you he was trying to learn to talk to. You knew you had a tendency to commandeer the direction of any conversation you were in. You sunk in your seat and kicked up your legs onto the control panel. “Was I right? In guessing you don’t remove your helmet?”

“Yes. Not all Mandalorians uphold that tradition.”

“Viktor assumed it was all of you.” You commented. “Bragged about it because he has a Mandalorian helmet on display in his trophy case.” Mando suddenly turned to face you and you just shrugged. “No idea where it came from or who it belonged to.” The Mandalorian’s shoulders were stiff, and you noticed the way his fists clenched and unclenched. “You look like you’re considering killing Viktor. If that’s the case get in line. I was here first and I'm sure there are a hundred others in the galaxy who wouldn't mind ripping his throat out as well.”

There was a comfortable beat of silence before Mando chimed in once more. “Can I ask you a question?”

“Sure.” You shrugged. “But just know that we’re a few questions away from actually bonding.”

“There was a…comment you made. Before.” Mando spoke slowly as if he was carefully choosing each word he said. You liked that. He put thought into every sentence that left his mouth. Made it more…impactful, in a way. “You insinuated that you chose to be owned by Viktor. Is that true?”

Your hands were resting in your lap and you began to play with your fingers nervously. Mando stayed silent while you considered what to say. He didn’t press again or rush you. You twisted your lips and decided to tell the truth. It was a trend these days with you. “I did. In the beginning. I was stuck between a rock and a hard place. Two really bad options, and… Viktor promised me security. Said nobody would hurt me. Nobody would ever touch me without my permission. That I would have a roof over my head, clothes to wear, food to eat. Considering the situation I was in, it would’ve been stupid to refuse. So I let him put this damned collar around my neck.”

“Did he lie to you?” Mando’s voice was tight. Pained.

“No. He kept his word.” You replied. Physically, you had always been well cared for. You couldn’t deny that. Compared to some poor souls in the universe, you had been thriving. But, Viktor wholeheartedly considered you to be his. His property. His trophy. You had no agency. No sense of self. He wanted to wipe away every bit of who you were and create a mindless doll to admire. You weren’t allowed connections, beyond his other trophies, and though Viktor had never set his hands against you in violence that didn’t spare others. Physically you had been safe. Mentally and emotionally you had been torn to shreds and spat on. Reduced to nothing. 

“I need to stop by Tatooine first. Is that alright with you?” Mando suddenly asked. As if able to tell that you wanted to drop the conversation, he steered into safer waters. He added. “It won’t be long. I just need to get supplies for the Crest and see an old friend.”

“I’m alright with that.” You agreed quickly.

Mando was an unusual choice of traveling partners for you, but you were finding that you didn’t quite mind it so much. It felt like… It felt like you had the opportunity to connect with someone. Make a friend. And that wasn’t a chance you took lightly.

mando'a translations

adi'ka: little one

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sweaty hands, reluctant hearts

Pairing: The Mandalorian (Din Djarin) x Fem!Reader

Words: 13685 (god this wasn’t supposed to be this long I’m actually sorry this time)

Warnings: Angst and Smut (my fav). Hurt/Jealous Mando -> Touch Starved/Rough Mando -> Fluffy Mando -> Shy Mando. Penetrative Sex. Oral Sex. There’s lot’s of sweat because exertion yall. Breeding Kink 😏. Slight Exhibitionism. Overstimulation and slight slight non-con because of oversensitivity. Umm, squirting 🙃. Dirty/Sweet talk. Spanking (ass and hoohaa).

Summary: He never thought the day would come when he’d hear you saying you wanted to leave him. Yes there was an understanding between the two of you that you were hired to help him care for the Child and to somehow keep the Razor Crest alive and working. And he knew it made sense for you to find work elsewhere now that the Razor Crest was destroyed and the Child was with his own kind. But he just assumed you weren’t going to leave considering it’s been a couple of months since he’d given the kid to the Jedi and you never brought it up. It hurt hearing you say those words, especially when he realized he wasn’t meant to hear them and that you were confiding in Cobb Vanth of all people. Turns out, all Mando needed was to see the Marshal eye-fucking you as you fixed the new ship and overshared your thoughts for him to snap and finally make a move. Hopefully he can change your mind...

A/N: Yall, this is post Season 2 so sadly Grogu is not here, hence the angst! Umm, this was a lot to handle because you know, that gif here. Enjoy ☺️

It’s been months since the events that transpired on the cruiser. Months since he’d given away a piece of himself to an unknown being. Months since he’d sat down and re-evaluated his life’s mission. He wasn’t sure why he’d chosen to return to Tatooine of all planets but he needed some time to think of his next steps. So much has changed over the course of the past year and it took the Mandalorian longer than usual to realize that he can’t use bounty hunting to fill the void in his heart. 

One thing he did know for sure, however, was that he couldn’t have managed to survive the emotional and physical changes without your presence. Somehow, you’ve managed to make his life easier and by a whole lot. He has never felt this grateful for having a companion, maker, didn’t even think it possible to ever consider another as such. He’d spent years and years living by the Creed and never once doubting his way of living, but he found himself questioning everything about himself when you came in. It wasn’t that he was suddenly open to the idea of taking his helmet off or anything, it was more of a passing thought on what it would be like if he were to open up to you more, perhaps even share with you more than his name and an abridged version of how he became a Mandalorian. 

He mulled over how he would approach the topic with you, finding himself growing more nervous when he considered how you’d react. You’ve never given him any inclination of ever thinking of him as more than your boss and he knew he needed to figure out a way to make this seem natural and not forced. Frankly, he found it interesting how you managed to read him better than anyone he’s ever met, and he wished he could ask you how you’d done so when he never took off his helmet. 

Mando pushed the thought aside for now, cursing to himself as he dragged the giant piece of scrap you’d requested for him to pick up from Peli. He wanted to argue with you then, tell you that the only reason for coming to this awfully hot planet was to take some time off, if that was even possible, and avoid falling into the temptation of another mission. But he couldn’t find it in himself to say any of these things, mostly because you were the one that managed to procure the new ship for him and you were also the one that told him the two of you were in serious need of rest. He’d only realized the ship needed fixing when he landed and you told him you would get right on as soon as he picked up the necessary pieces from Peli. He felt a little out of the loop when he’d gone to her and found her giving him everything you’d requested for, and he knew you must have contacted her before you landed or else she wouldn’t have been this quick. 

As he made his way through the quiet “streets” of Mos Pelgo, he thought back to what Peli said to him an hour ago. Had he not considered her as a friend, he would have responded rudely when she bugged him about you. As much as he wished to humor the idea that you looked at him as more than a colleague, partner, whatever it was the two of you were, he didn’t want to grow any more false hope, especially now that he’d already given up the one thing that managed to crawl into his heart. 

Mando saw that you’d moved the ship behind the cantina and he chose to blame the heat for the way his skin crawled with goosebumps because no, he didn’t suddenly feel calm at the thought of you. 

He shook his head from the intruding thought and was about to say something to you when he saw who was standing nearby. If there was ever a time where he didn’t wish to see Cobb Vanth, it was definitely now. The bounty hunter put down the scraps of metal before moving closer to where the two of you were standing. He was sheltered behind a shack of sorts and allowed his heart rate to return to normal before listening in on you. 

“I don’t believe you sweetheart.” The Marshal threw back his drink and shook his head when you shrugged your shoulders at him and Mando felt his stomach twist at the endearment. Since when were the two of you on such a close basis?

“Believe whatever you want Marshal, I was only answering your question. Besides, it’s not like I’m actively looking right now.” Mando watched as you swiped the sweat rolling down your face with the back of your hand and swore when he felt the fabric of his pants grow tighter around his crotch. He felt dirty watching your every move, but he couldn’t take his eyes off of the way your muscles gleamed under the excruciating sun rays. He cursed the day you bought that garment and he recalled back to the first time he watched you work in it. Mando had almost tripped over the child that day because he never expected to see you walking around with the chest binding so visible to his eyes. It was worse when you reached up high for something because if his eyes lingered long enough, he could see your undergarment peeking from the low-hanging pants of the overalls. 

The bounty hunter had to take a few deep breaths to move on from the inappropriate thoughts he was having and he narrowed his eyes at Cobb when he saw him walk closer to you. 

“Are you ever going to tell him?” The Mandalorian watched as your expression shifted slowly to a more sombre look and he was familiar enough with you to know that you weren’t too happy with that question or the answer you were going to give Cobb. 

“I- I don’t know. I wish I could tell him about how I fe- what I’m thinking about but I can’t...and I also can’t just say ‘Hey Mando, I had a blast taking care of the kid and getting hunted by the kriffing Empire. I fixed the ship for you so see you later.’ It’s not right and I didn’t realize it would be this difficult to come to terms with what I have to do. But I can’t keep doing this, it’s not fair.” 

Whatever the Mandalorian thought you were going to say, that certainly didn’t make the top of the list. He almost fell back when he registered the meaning behind your words. You wanted to leave. You’ve been wanting to move on for a while and you weren’t sure how to tell him. You were confiding in Cobb Vanth of all people and relying on his opinion to decide what you were going to do. A thousand thoughts flew through his mind and he tried to see if he’d done anything wrong. Besides the whole thing with Gideon and Bo Katana, there wasn’t really anything he’d done that would inspire such a reaction from you. Not that those weren’t enough to change your mind about staying with him but it was all in the past now. 

The sound of laughter broke Mando out of his haze and he turned towards you again, watching as you slithered down the ship, clenching his fists tightly when he saw Cobb grab your hips to help you down. He was torn between strutting towards the two of you and punching the daylights out of him and remaining where he was to listen in on your conversation. He had no right to do either, but he needed to know.

“I hate to ask you this question because it defeats the whole purpose of this entire chat but...have you thought of how he’d take it? Should you decide on-” You pointed to something on the floor and Cobb leaned down to grab it for you, handing it and gauging your reaction to his question as you continued to work. 

“Why else do you think I’ve been putting this off? Of course I’ve thought of how he’d react. But I deserve more than...ugh, I don’t mind this, I swear I don’t, but I also can’t just sit back and pretend I don’t want more.” You motioned violently to the ship and to what you were doing as you spoke, shaking your head at the man smiling smugly in front of you before throwing out the tools and snatching his drink from him. 

Mando couldn’t stand to be near you, not after what he’d heard and certainly not after taking in your body language and the way Cobb was practically undressing you without shame. He stepped back, leaving the scraps where they were and heading to the cantina to take his mind off of what he’d just witnessed. He walked in and paid no mind to the patrons scattered across the room, handing the man behind the counter more credits than he cared to count and asking him for his strongest stuff. He didn’t bother to address the judgmental stare he was receiving and took hold of the bottle before walking out again. 

It was close to sunset and the Mandalorian walked until the edge of the town before deciding to continue until he reached a small hill filled with large boulders. Sliding down one of the rocks, he sighed deeply before taking off his helmet, the hissing sound instilling a sense of guilt deep in his chest. He was ashamed at feeling such an emotion towards what he based his entire life on. But he couldn’t take it anymore. His anger rose as he opened the large bottle in his hand, throwing it back until he felt the stinging drink burn his throat for a few seconds before aggressively setting it on the floor next to him. 

Mando wasn’t able to put what he was feeling into a proper string of thoughts but he did know it was an odd mixture of hurt and anger with a tiny bit of sexual frustration. He couldn’t get the image of you sweaty and heaving as you worked on his ship out of his mind, shutting his eyes and throwing his head back to meditate back on the way your muscles clenched and pulled every time you molded two metal scraps together or how they positively shined when you carried things across the sand. He’d tried his hardest to set all of these feelings and rather inappropriate thoughts aside but he couldn’t any longer. Not when there was a chance of you leaving him, and perhaps to someone like the Marshal too. 

Perhaps it was unwise to deny his heart’s desires for so long and Mando was sure that he’d met his breaking point because he couldn’t stop thinking about you. Normally, he was able to distract himself and force his mind to stray away from conjuring up the filthiest images of you wreathing and crying beneath him as he drove his cock into your heat. But he had no hold over his mind at this moment, not that he was to blame. He went from shutting his own self out to opening the floodgates, and there was no going back. 

He sighed heavily when his thoughts shifted to what you said about him and he took a long sip from the bottle before turning his attention to the setting suns. He didn’t know what he could even say if you ever approached the topic with him. You’d been wanting to leave for a while now and somehow managed to hide it from him. All those nights spent running from Moff Gideon and other bounty hunters and you haven’t complained once, choosing to keep it to yourself. He wasn’t sure if he was hurt because you felt the need to hide something like this from him or because you were awfully understanding of how these complaints could distract him. 

And then there was the whole thing with the ship. He had assumed that the two of you sort of shared it now but it seemed that you never saw it as belonging to you but only to him. And you went out of your way to fix it now when you didn’t have to. Mando didn’t notice his tears until he licked his drying lips and tasted the saltiness across his mouth. He wiped his cheeks and laughed at himself. When had he become like this? First it was the child and now you. 

He wished he could take it all back, to have never met the kid or you. His life was simple and not complicated and now, now he was faced with the prospect of losing you as well. The bounty hunter dismissed the thought as quickly as it came because he knew deep down that it was better to have had the two of you in his life, even for a short while, than to have never known you. It wasn’t ideal but since when was his life ideal?

As the suns set beneath the sky, the Mandalorian looked down and saw that the bottle was still almost full. Not wanting to finish it now, because he might actually need it later when you decide to leave, Mando stood up and slowly made his way back into town. He needed to sleep, not to rest but to put a pause on his rather depressing thoughts if only for a little bit. When he saw the town come into view, he took a deep breath and put his helmet back on. 

The town was quieter than usual and the Mandalorian found himself going straight to the ship instead of joining the others. He’d spent the past few days enjoying his nights in the corner of the busy cantina, watching as you won one Sabacc game after another without breaking a sweat while everyone groaned in annoyance at how well you were kicking their asses. But he couldn’t trust himself tonight, not around you and certainly not around the Marshal. 

Trying not to bring too much attention to himself, Mando walked past the cantina towards the ship, already thinking of how relieved he’d be once he used the refresher. Going up the ramp, he was about to walk to the small, private room near the cockpit to grab a change of clothes when he heard a loud shriek that sounded a lot like his name coming from the opposite end of the ship. Mando quickly turned around and shut his eyes in exasperation when he saw you approaching him far angrier than he’d ever seen you. He set the bottle down and turned his attention towards you, raising an eyebrow to himself when he saw your chest heaving beneath the chest band. He averted his eyes quickly, refusing to think of you sweaty and breathless under other circumstances. Maker, he couldn’t go no like this.

“Where in the kriffing hell have you been? You were supposed to bring the parts from Peli hours ago and I have to find out from some kid that you just left them on the ground and walked away to- hell, I don’t even know what was more important for you than bringing me the scraps so I could fix the ship? Really, Mando, I understand that it’s been a little weird and difficult lately but I barely ask for anything and, ugh, maker.” You held back from voicing more of your thoughts, afraid that you’ve already gone far with asking him where he was. He didn’t really need to tell you what his business was but you’d assumed the two of you have come to an understanding regarding such matters, at the very least to ensure everyone’s safety. 

Mando stood there in silence and took a deep breath before turning around and walking into his room, afraid he’d give himself away if he tried to respond to you.

You furrowed your eyebrows in frustration when he quietly walked away from you, anger rising in your chest as he came out and made his way past you to the refresher. Before you could think twice of what you were doing, you were sprinting past him and standing in front of the open door, pushing your fingers into his beskar-clad chest as you hissed at him.

“I’m not sure what happened or why you’re giving me the silent treatment right now but this is not how we deal with our problems okay.” Mando took a few steps back as you continued to shove your finger into him, trying his hardest to not grab your wrist and push you against the nearest wall. “We talk things out and we come up with a way to fix things and compromise if need be.” Mando’s back hit the wall, and he threw his head back to avoid your gaze, unable to hold back the chuckle that rose from beneath the helmet at your words. 

How ironic.

“Did I say something funny?” You narrowed your eyes up at him and wished for once that he’d remove that god damn helmet so you could gauge his reaction.

“You mean we should talk things out like you and Cobb Vanth today? Or would it be different?” Mando’s chest tightened when he noticed the surprised expression on your face, knowing very well this was not what you expected to hear from him. He was a rational man, never once letting his mind give away to such simplistic thoughts but you’d struck a nerve and he could no longer hide his jealousy. Yes, it was jealousy. As much as he hated to admit it, that’s what he was feeling right now, what he’s been feeling all day long. It was childish and unlike him but it wasn’t going to do him any good if he continued to ignore it. 

“I’m dying to know if that’s what you mean. You obviously don’t have an issue telling him about how difficult it’s been working with me and how you can’t keep doing this.” It was your turn to take a few steps back when you saw his shoulders push out and make him taller than he already was. He continued to walk towards you, throwing his clothes to the ground and almost apologizing when you tripped on your feet when he was only a foot away from you.

“How about this, let’s start with what you apparently wish you could tell me but can’t seem to find the right words to do so. What was it you said to him? You deserve more than taking care of a kid and constantly escaping the Empire and other bounty hunters? Or wait, how can I forget...it’s not fair dealing with this mess of a ship and you’re looking for somewhere else to go?” You swallowed the lump in your throat as the Mandalorian repeated back the words you voiced perhaps a little too loudly earlier today, already feeling your eyes fill with unshed tears at harsh his tone. 

“I- I didn’t…you weren’t meant to-” You tripped over your words and almost flinched when he cut you off. 

“What? I wasn’t supposed to hear you say any of those things? A little strange don’t you think, since you seemed to have a lot to say about me to the Marshal.” Mando should have stopped himself from saying the next few words but his heart was torn into a million pieces and it wasn’t fair for him either.

“Well guess what, sweetheart, the Razor Crest blew up. Moff Gideon is taken care of and the Empire isn’t after us anymore. Every bounty hunter knows better than to so much as look at me and...and the kid isn’t around anymore for you to take care of. He’s gone, I lost him. So if you were worried about hurting me, you’re a little too late for that.” The Mandalorian barely held himself back from pulling you into his arms when he saw tears rolling down your cheek, clenching his fists tightly when he noticed the way you hugged yourself and frowned at him.

“Din-” It broke him to hear you use his name, especially now of all times. He hasn’t heard you say it once in the past few months, even when the two of you were alone. It was the twisting of the knife, and he bit his tongue to distract himself from saying something he couldn’t possibly take back.

“Do what you want, I won’t stand in the way. Besides, I’m sure he’ll be more than happy to help you out with whatever it was you were telling him today. After all, you deserve more right? Deserve someone more than me...someone who’s willing to share a lot more than his name.” Not bothering to wait for a response, Mando stepped away and walked back to his room, not caring about the clothes on the ground or how hurt you must have been feeling from listening to him. 

He softly shut the door behind him and moved to his bed, throwing himself on it and hanging his head low to catch his breath. This was not how he saw the night going, not remotely. He was hoping to ask you about this tomorrow in a less hostile manner and without making it seem like he was blaming you. But something about your words struck a nerve in him and he wasn’t able to hold back anymore, not when you were suggesting things you yourself weren’t willing to follow.

Din wasn’t sure how long he sat there in silence but the hissing sound of the door opening brought him back from his haze and he opened his eyes when he heard you walking towards him. You’d never once come into his room, not even when he occasionally gave you permission. You sniffed twice before approaching the bed and standing right in front of him and he was reminded of when the child would cry to try to catch his attention. 

“Din, it was never my intention to hurt you. I was trying to do the opposite..thought I was doing the right thing by thinking about this before I could talk to you but I’m realizing now that I’ve hurt you.” Din noticed the way you were ringing your fingers nervously and held himself back from taking your hands into his to try and put you at ease. 

“I- I only spoke with Cobb because he- because he noticed the way I was looking at you. He noticed how I can never seem to focus on anything or anyone else when you’re around. He- he could tell I was having a hard time coming to terms with how I feel about you...how I’ve felt about you for a while now.” Din’s heart skipped a beat at your confessions, unable to properly register what you were implying because he could never even humor the idea that you’d have feelings for him. He raised his head and finally looked at you, frowning when he saw how red your eyes were from crying. 

“The last thing I want to do is to leave you, please believe me. But I wasn’t sure if you even wanted me around after...after everything with Moff Gideon and the Jedi. As far as I knew, you brought me on to take care of Grogu and fix the Razor Crest. We’ve barely spoken ever since the cruiser and I just thought that I was only around because you couldn’t find the time to tell me that you don’t need me anymore.” Hearing you say that you thought he didn’t need you caught Din off guard and he wasn’t able to hold back anymore, instantly taking hold of your hands and pulling you towards him until you were standing in between his legs. You swallowed the lump in your throat and maintained your gaze on his visor, hoping that he could see how truthful you were being with him and maybe respond, if only with just a simple word. 

“When I said I deserved more, I was just- I swear I wasn’t talking about your Creed or wanting to see you. As much as I wish that was possible, I would never...could never ask you for something like that. I was only telling him that I might need some time away to maybe forget how...maker, to perhaps try and set aside my emotions because the last thing you need right now is for me to lay that on you. I don’t want you to think that you owe me anything because you don’t, gods you don’t owe anyone anything, not after what you’ve been through. But I could feel myself becoming more attached to you, especially after everything that happened on the cruiser. I want more with you but I don’t want to push you towards anything you’re not ready for.” Before you could wipe the tears away from your cheeks, Din was raising his glove-covered fingers and softly skimming them over your skin, and he hadn’t realized how harsh and loud his breathing was until he felt you rest your hand on his chest.

“There’s nothing between me and Cobb. And you should know by now that he’s...friendly, with everyone.” You smiled shyly at him before leaning into the hand resting on your cheek, nuzzling further into his palm when he swiped his thumb against your lower lip. There was so much Din wanted to say but he couldn’t find the right words that would convey what he was feeling. He was having a hard time wrapping his mind about your admission and the fact that you have been returning his affection for a while now. 

Din didn’t realize how long he was quiet until you cleared your throat and let go of his hand, stepping away from him and looking around to see if you should just leave. Before you could head to the door, however, Din was standing up and moving towards you, his eyes searching your face for any signs of discomfort before he made his next move. Your chest was rising and falling a little quicker than he liked but he quickly realized it was probably because of how you were coming to terms with what you just said to him. 

You watched as he took his gloves off and set them on the small table behind you, suppressing a gasp when you felt his warm, calloused hands wrap around yours before bringing them to his helmet. He could tell you were letting him control all of your movements and found it difficult to accept just how much you were willing to give to him.

“As much as I hate to admit it, I have been thinking about this for a while.” Din smiled when he saw your eyebrows furrow in question at his words. “Taking this off.” He saw the moment you understood what he was saying, not expecting you to pull your hands away from him and taking a few steps back until your back was against the wall.

“That’s...that’s not what I- Din, I wasn’t lying when I said it wouldn’t matter to me if-” He smiled at how defensive you suddenly were and stepped towards you once more, and you found it annoying that he barely kept a foot between you two, his natural scent hitting you like a blaster to the gut. 

“I know.” Din cut you off before taking your hands into his once more, rubbing your knuckles to put you at ease as he continued. “I’ve had a lot of time to think about this and- it’s not that I’ll walk around without it now, far from it. It’ll only be when we’re alone, when no one is around.” He hoped you could read in between the lines because this would be the closest he’d come to admitting how important you were to him, for now at least.

“Besides, it’s nothing you haven’t seen before.” 

That definitely snapped you out of your haze and you tilted your head to the side before asking home what he was referring to. 

“I’m not sure what you’re talking about.” Din raised an eyebrow at your response. Have you already forgotten?

“On the cruiser, when I- before Grogu went with the Jedi.” His hands tightened around your fingers as he said the child’s name and you were momentarily distracted before realizing what he meant. 

“Din I...I never saw you.” 

For a split second, it felt like someone had taken Din and carbon froze him before throwing him on an ice planet. 

“What?” He held his breath, unable to move a muscle until he made sure he heard you correctly. 

“I never saw you. I turned around when you reached for your helmet. I didn’t...it was a moment with you and Grogu. It didn’t feel right to look at you.” You tried to maintain a semblance of control on your voice but it cracked a few times as you admitted to him. As much as you yearned to see him without the mask, you didn’t think it proper without his clear consent. 

Din’s sudden intake of breath made you nervous and you hated how for a moment, you wished you didn’t tell him because there was now a high probability that he wouldn’t take the mask off. 

“Cyar'ika, please.” you shivered at the low tone of his voice, finding it harder to focus on anything but the touch of his skin. Once again, Din slowly brought your hands to the sides of his visor, pushing the palm of your hands on the beskar and softly nodding at you. A sudden sense of relief washed over him when he saw the slight nod of your head. 

Din found it endearing how your whole face scrunched up in focus as the two of you slowly pulled the helmet off of his head, the soft hissing sound as it unlocked making your hands dampen with sweat. As you raised the visor along with him, you couldn’t help but shut your eyes as soon as you saw the skin of his chin. Unbeknownst to you, Din was watching your every reaction and felt a little nudge in his chest when he saw how tightly shut your eyes were. When the beskar was off completely, Din took it from your hands and placed it next to him, swallowing the lump in his throat when he turned back and saw you were still refusing to look at him.

He reluctantly took your hands into his and placed them on his chest, hoping that you’d finally open your eyes without him begging you again. 

“I’m sorry I- maker, this is..this is probably more intense for you than it is for me and I’m not making it any better with my nervousness and- okay. Okay.” You took a deep breath before allowing your eyes to flutter open, unable to exhale as soon as you laid your gaze on him. Din was probably unaware of how nervous he looked and it took you a few longer seconds to realize you needed to breathe again. You weren’t sure what you were expecting, the long nights where you imagined what he could look like fading into thin air because nothing, absolutely nothing, prepared you for what you were currency seeing. 

His features were somehow soft but a little rugged, and you found yourself committing every inch of his skin to memory, filling your mind’s eye with every minute facial expression so you could dream of him when you fall asleep. It was oddly not surprising at all that he had a stubble, the scattered dark and slightly graying hairs across his jaw and above his lips making him seem older than he probably was. And you weren’t sure if he knew he was furrowing his eyebrows and then you realized he most likely didn’t because he was so used to wearing his helmet that he never had to learn how to control his facial expressions around anyone. And it was endearing how his nose flared as he continued to breathe heavily under your gaze, and if it weren’t for the fact that this was a serious moment, you would have leaned over and kissed the curved bridge of his nose and the scrunch of his eyebrows to put him at ease. 

Din wasn’t sure what he thought your reaction would be and he felt his chest tighten with every long moment you spent without so much as a comment. 

You were unaware of how long this dreadful moment must have been for the Mandalorian and you continued to study him in hopes of finding answers to questions you’ve wished you could ask him ever since he hired you. There were heavy bags under his eyes and you wished you were more persistent with him when it came to his resting schedule but he always seemed to wave you off whenever you told him he needed to sleep. Though you knew this stress had to do more with Grogu no longer being here and less with how often he slept. You had half expected to find his gaze harsh and far off but when you did finally meet his eyes, you found them filled with unshed tears and a multitude of emotions that you knew would go unexplained until he had the strength to voice them. They were a deep and beautiful shade of brown, ones you knew you’d never be able to turn away from now that you’ve had a proper look at him. And you couldn’t help but notice how their color reminded you of a Nightbloomer just after you picked it from its roots. 

All of that, however, could not compare to when you finally let your eyes descend to his lips. They were a darker shade of pink, and you swore you saw them parting as soon as you looked at them. His lower lip was trembling and you wished more than anything to swipe your thumb against it if only to feel the soft skin melt at your touch. You wished that was as far as your mind had gone but the longer you looked at the curve of his mouth, the more you wished you could lean forward and mold your lips with his. It was even worse because you had a feeling that the stubble of his mustache would cause the softest of burns on your lips. 

Din could no longer take the loud silence enveloping the room and he swallowed nervously when he saw how focused you seemed to be on his lips. He had some idea of what you were probably thinking because he was thinking the exact same thing but he wasn’t sure if he should be the one to make the first move. This reluctance evaporated when he noticed the way your eyes instantly moved to his neck as the cartilage moved and returned to rest when he gulped, and he realized that you may have been having slightly more inappropriate thoughts than he originally thought.

He was about to voice his worries when he saw your hands move from his beskar-clad chest to his face and he couldn’t stop himself from looking down apprehensively at the digits moving closer to his skin. You misunderstood his nervousness for uncomfort and immediately ceased all movements, returning your focus on his eyes to look for any inclination as to what he wanted. 

“Can I- mhmm, may I touch you?” Your whispered question was too loud for the two of you and Din parted his lips to say something but noticed how dry his throat was and realized he couldn’t trust his own voice. Nodding slightly at your request, he waited with bated breath as your fingers rose to his face and found himself shaking with anticipation at the prospect of finally feeling your touch on the most intimate part of him. 

When you were only a few inches away from him, Din felt his heart thumping wildly at his chest and he immediately shut his eyes when he felt the feather-light touch of your fingers on his cheeks. The harsh yet shaky intake of breath almost made you lose control and you had to remind yourself that, besides Grogu, you were the only one to ever touch him so intimately and so softly since he was a child. As much as you wished to wrap your arms around his neck and pull him closer so you could lay as many kisses on his face as you could, you knew it would be too much for him and that he needed you to go slow with him. He was practically shattering under your attention and you hoped he would allow you to do this as many times as possible in the coming days. 

Din couldn’t put a name to what he was experiencing at the moment but he knew he didn’t want you to stop touching him, ever again. He decided that he’d spend every moment with you alone without his helmet and with yours hands skimming some part of him. The longer you kept your palms on his cheeks, the calmer his heart beat and it wasn’t until a few moments later that he realized his eyes were shut. As they slowly fluttered open, he was met with the most beautiful sight in the world: your own deep irises staring at your own thumb as it softly passed over his quivering lips. 

“You’re...beautiful.” 

It was a simple truth and you wished there was a more sincere word you could use to describe what he was to you, what he meant to you but your mind was overflowing with images of waking up next to him every day and kissing his eyes and cheeks and nose and lips and anywhere else you could reach. 

Din’s hold tightened around your waist and you watched as he leaned forward until there was barely an inch between the two of you. 

“Mesh'la, I would really like to kiss you.” The request barely passed his lips yet you were already standing up on your tiptoes and pressing your lips to his, finding them as soft and gentle as you imagined them to be. Din was afraid his heart would give out any moment now because nothing could have prepared him for the taste of you, let alone the boldness with which you were claiming him. He sighed into you, unintentionally parting his lips and pushing you harder into the wall when he felt your tongue sneak into his mouth and explore him. Din wasn’t sure what he should be doing but then you were moving your hands to the nape of his neck and tangling your fingers into his hair and he all but lost it. As you gently tugged on his hair, Din found himself mirroring your actions and before he knew it, the kiss was no longer innocent and sweet but hungry and needy. You sucked on his tongue and tilted your head to the side, wanting to commit every small detail to memory so when you shut your eyes at night, you’d kiss him in your dreams. 

Reluctantly, you pulled back for a second to allow the two of you to breathe but Din didn’t like that, chasing your mouth and molding his lips with yours once more to be certain that yes, this was happening, and that no, this was not a dream. You moaned into the kiss, finding his desperate need to claim your mouth again more of a turn on than you cared to admit. And then his hands were slipping inside your overalls and holding you against his chest, the warmth of him stretching down to where you wished you could feel him. 

This sudden intrusive thought and the harsh grasp of your hips snapped you out of your haze and you realized you should be slowing things down for his sake. Against your will, you gently pushed his chest away and tried to think of anything but the way he was heaving above you from the intensity of the kiss. When you looked at him and saw panic and hesitation etched on his face, you returned your hands to his cheeks again and lowered his head until it was resting against your own. 

“There’s nothing I want more than to feel every inch of your skin against mine right now...but- but I don’t want to push you to do something that- maker….that might be too much for you?” You pulled back and waited until he opened his eyes again before continuing. “I feel like you just made a dramatic decision by taking the helmet off in front of me and- and you’re probably feeling a multitude of emotions right now and I don’t want to make you think that I-” 

Din didn’t like what you were saying, frowning down at you as he grabbed the back of your neck and violently pulled you towards him again. You were surprised by the sudden shift of his touch, fisting your hands in his cowl as he devoured your lips once more, not really giving you a chance to say anything else. Biting your lower lip, Din abruptly ended the kiss and pressed his lips across your skin, nipping and licking at your jaw as he pulled your hair down until he had access to your neck. You gasped his name and felt his stubble scratch deliciously at your shoulder. As you moaned against the wall, Din couldn’t back anymore and bit down hard on your shoulder, smiling when he heard your breath hitch at his rough ministrations. 

“Din, oh gods, Din please.” You weren’t sure what you were asking of him exactly and you hoped he’d at the very least continue what he was doing. 

“Cyar'ika, I want to have you. I’ve spent many nights dreaming of your lips, your touch, y-your skin against mine as I-” Din hesitated and it wasn’t until you felt his fingers slipping beneath the chest band that you finally registered his voice. Fuck, how had you not notice it a second ago? You thought the vocoder was what altered it, made it deeper perhaps. But no, it only made it sound more intimidating. You weren’t sure what made you clench your thighs together, the way he spoke to you of his desires, or how strained and gruff his voice was as he whispered his secrets to you. You gulped loudly and hesitantly met his eyes, finding the soft brown irises barely visible, his dilated pupils letting you know what he was thinking. 

Licking your lips, you nodded at him and fell into a fit of giggles when he leaned down and picked you up as if you weighed nothing, quickly moving to his cot and laying you down on your back before moving away. You were about to ask him what he was doing when you saw his hands swiftly move through the beskar armor. For some reason, watching his hands expertly take off the cuirass and move to the beskar of his thighs made your heart skip a beat and you wouldn’t dare move a muscle, afraid to miss the show he was unintentionally putting on for you. So busy marveling at his deft fingers, you didn’t notice Din slowing his movements and looking at you, eyebrows raised in curiosity when he saw how hard you were breathing. 

You broke out of your trance when you saw he stopped moving, embarrassment washing over you when you realized Din had caught you shamelessly staring at him as he came closer to revealing to you more of his skin. You’d expected him to move on, or at least pretend he hadn’t just caught you licking your lips while staring at his fingers but no, it seemed that Din was very much enjoying the effect he had on you because his smile grew when he saw your eyes look past him, pretending to focus on something else behind him and not his hands. 

You never lost his attention though, and he maintained his eyes on you as he removed all of his armor and took his boots off. You tried to be a little more subtle but gave up when he leaned down over you and pushed you into his covers. You wanted to ask him why he was still dressed but bit back the inquiry, afraid he’d misunderstand and move away all together at your question. He captured your gaze and didn’t blink once as he slowly undid the buttons holding the overalls and you realized you would have preferred him to keep the helmet on because that meant you wouldn’t notice how passionate and direct his deep brown irises were. You’d expected him to be intense considering how touch-starved and lonely he was, but you never once thought he’d be this vigorous? Ardent? Maker, there wasn’t a single word that could describe the way he was looking at you right now.

Din kneeled at the foot of the bed, waiting until you finally noticed what he was doing and raising your hips before he pulled on the pants of the garment. He slipped your shoes off and finally removed the article of clothing that made his cheeks blush and pants tighten whenever you wore it. He would eventually tell you that this is how you came to him in his dreams almost every night, all spent and sweaty in that gods-forsaken fabric that gave him the perfect view of what you were wearing beneath. 

His focus shifted from your face down your damp skin and he breathed in deeply at the sight of your undergarment. Din almost choked on his breath when your legs parted for a moment, giving him a glimpse of the growing wet patch at the center of the flimsy material.

The Mandalorian wanted nothing more than to worship your body, kiss every part of you and whisper his devotion against your skin as he pleasured you over and over again. He’d spent countless nights imagining what he’d do to you if you were ever naked and willing in his arms and he was damned if he didn’t make sure you were thoroughly spent once he was done with you. He wanted to hear his name fall from your lips and he wanted to swallow your sighs and your moans as he sank into you all night long. And by the gods, he wanted to mark your neck and your arms and your waist, and nothing made him harder than picturing you doing the same to him, biting and nipping at his skin so he could wake up in the morning and watch the evidence of your lo- your touch on him. It didn’t matter that no one else would see those bruises but him and you. He just wanted you, in any way possible, sinking beneath his skin.

And then he heard his voice calling for you over the comm link just outside the room and something snapped deep in his chest. He looked up from you to the open door of his room and listened to the Marshal’s words. Your eyes widened in shock when you saw several emotions pass through Din’s eyes, the most prominent of which was anger, maybe hurt. Of all the times Cobb would ask you to join him for drinks, this was most definitely the worst of them. It didn’t help either that he was laughing over some inappropriate joke one of his friends was saying about your sabacc skills. It wouldn’t be the first time this happened and it certainly wouldn’t be the last but then Din was clenching his jaw tightly before looking down at you and you knew he wasn’t too happy. In fact, you had a pretty good idea which emotion won out and you hated how much it affected you, how wet you became as thoughts of the Mandalorian claiming you as his flooded your mind.

Before you could try and reason with him, attempt to tell him that it was just a game and that the Marshal’s friends were probably just teasing him, Din was standing up and stripping of his long-sleeve shirt, revealing his perfectly chiseled, bronze skin that had your mouth watering within moments. You noticed the few dozen scars littering his beautiful torso and wished you could kiss each one of them, the old ones and the fairly new ones, until they didn’t sting with pain. But Din had different plans for you and he didn’t give you a chance to question him as he took hold of both of your wrists and slammed them above your head. His hold was painful and it should have scared you how quickly his mood changed but you said nothing, looking into his dilated pupils as his nose flared and he growled at you.

“Keep yours hands there,” Din warns you with a piercing look and you gulp loudly before nodding at him in understanding. He removes his hand and kneels on the bed, eyes narrowing at you before they sought after your most private areas. He wasn’t sure where to begin. He’d given this much thought but now that he was here, he realized it was a more difficult decision than he anticipated. He’d longed to wrap his lips around those hardened peaks always teasing him through the chest band, lick them until you cried for him, perhaps begged him to stop because you were sensitive. But then he continued down the lines of your navel and found your parted legs much more inviting. 

Now that Din knew how you felt, there was no reason for him to feel jealous. But he couldn't stop himself, wanting to be certain that you knew as well as he who you belonged to. He hated himself for having such primitive thoughts about you. You were your own person that much was made clear early on. But he could hope at your words, couldn’t he? He could hope that you were now his, and that he was yours. Maker, he was always yours. He just couldn’t admit it to himself, his heart reluctant at opening up to another. 

Din was lost in thought longer than you liked and you moved your feet towards him, nudging his thigh in hopes of reassuring him that you were right here, in his bed, beneath him and at his mercy. Din’s eyes focused on your again and he looked down at the soft gesture, hands instantly grabbing at your ankles. You jumped at the sudden movement, trying your hardest not to whine at the painful grasp because somewhere deep inside of you, you wanted nothing more than to be marked by him. By his teeth, lips, fingers, any part of him. You didn’t care where you’d bear his touch, you just wanted to see it, touch it in the privacy of the refresher when he wasn’t around. 

Din saw the needy look you were throwing him and he knew that you were willing. Willing to go as far as he wanted, willing to completely submit your body and soul to him, willing to do whatever he wished of you.

Before your eyes could flutter closed, Din was pushing your legs wide open and falling in between them while maintaining his gaze on you. He almost smiled when your stomach shook at how feral he probably looked. Leaning forward, he closed his eyes as his mouth latched onto the wet patch forming on the soft fabric of your undergarment, moaning into your cunt as he savored the taste seeping through. You were surprised by the boldness of the action and wished for him to lick your skin instead. But there was something erotic about the desperation behind his actions, wanting to taste you so much that he didn’t care what he was licking. 

The thought was gone as soon as it appeared because you felt two fingers stretch beneath the waistband right before he ripped it off of your body, shoving the torn fabric in his nose and taking a long whiff of it before humming in approval. Your eyes widened in surprise at the filthiness of his action, hands shaking above you when he threw your panties expertly into his helmet. The thought of knowing that your scent could potentially stick to the inside of his helmet as he walked around twisted your insides and you whined shamelessly at him, wishing he could just take what he wanted. 

“Your sounds belong to me,” Din spoke with a commanding voice as he sank in between your thighs again, his tongue dragging across your folds so deliciously hard until he pulled away, leaving a trail of saliva behind. “Your arousal belongs to me,” his hands went to your thighs and he squeezed, knowing fully well there would be bruises dawning your beautiful, smooth body the following morning. Again, you fought to keep your eyes open, wanting to commit every second to memory but finding it difficult to focus on him and not the pleasure zapping down your back. “And I will be damned if this cunt,” Din let go of one of your thighs, pulling his tongue away from your core right before the palm of his hand landed a slap straight on your clit, “doesn’t belong to me either.” You cried out his name, legs shaking violently at the pain shooting through your clit. Din didn’t give you a moment to relax back down on the covers, spanking the outer folds of your pussy twice more consecutively before he replaced the harsh touch with his cooling tongue. Tears trailed down your cheeks as he fucked you with his tongue and lapped at you like you were the only source of water on this gods-forsaken planet. He rotated between soft, quick licks to long, harsh ones, occasionally sucking on your clit and grazing his teeth on the bundle of nerves until he was sure you were going crazy. 

“D-Din oh maker, please. Stop I- slow down.” His touches were far from gentle and the pleasure blurred into pain as you tried to reach that delicious peak you’ve longed for ever since you harbored feelings for the man above you. But he was making it difficult, his needy and erratic movements making it near impossible for you to dive into the lake of pleasure. You should have known that the Mandalorian was as intense in bed as he was in every other aspect of his life. You shut your thighs around his head, wanting to push him away as his teeth continued to graze against your wet folds and nip at the pulsating nub. 

“M-Mando...I can’t.” You couldn’t take it anymore, hands moving to his hair and fisting in the beautiful brown locks as you tried to push him away. As soon as Din felt the tight grasp on his hair, he snarled at you, pushing up on his knees and bending your body along with him until the only thing resting on the bed was your neck and your shoulders. You cried out for him, begging him to give you release but it only drove him mad with lust. His eyes locked on yours, daring you to look away from him as his fingers dug into your butt cheeks and pushed your cunt into his mouth. 

Din pulled away for a split second, biting your inner thighs to grab your attention.

“You will take what I give you ner Cyar’ika.” You saw a hint of darkness in his soulful brown eyes, and shivered at the mere implications of what he had in mind for you. Din sucked and licked at your folds like a crazed man, feeling your legs shaking on his shoulders. He pulled away for a second, and you had no time to beg him to be gentle as he slapped your heated core three times again, hissing when you shut your eyes and bucked against him, your juices drenching his face and chest, leaking down your back as he smiled before taking your cunt into his mouth one last time to prolong your pleasure. You were too busy trying to remain sane to realize what had just happened and Din slowly lowered you back onto the wet covers before letting go of you. You were panting beneath him, stomach fluttering from the force of your release and chest heaving as you tried to fill your lungs with air. 

When you opened your eyes and looked at Din, your eyes widened in horror when you saw his glistening skin, finally realizing what he'd just done to you. You flushed under the scrutiny of Din’s gaze, gasping as he wiped his mouth and jaw with the back of his hand as he looked down and chuckled at the wet spot beneath his knees. You quickly shut your legs and tried to crawl away from him but Din was faster, grabbing your ankle and pulling you back to him, the show of strength already making your cunt clench around nothing again.

“You do not run from me Ad’ika...nor hide from me ever again. I own your body, your skin, the cum still leaking out of this sweet cunt.” His words were filthy and you didn’t know how to react to this new possessiveness he was showing. He pushed open your thighs and fell in between him, bringing his chest flush against yours and kissing the breath out of you, not bothering to be gentle as his fingers twisted and pinched at your nipples. You clawed at his back, wanting more of him but not knowing if you would be able to take any more of what he was offering. 

He pulled away suddenly, his jaw clenching tightly as he took one look at the hands wrapped around his back. 

“Did I not tell you to not move your hands sweet girl?” He whispered against your lips, breathing in the air leaving your lungs as he pecked the corner of your mouth before flipping you over on your stomach. 

“I- I’m sorry...it was just t-too much and-” You couldn’t finish the rest of the sentence, screaming against the covers as you felt Din’s palm land on your ass. You looked back and saw him eyeing your reddening skin, looking up at you and smiling as he treated the other side with the same kindness. Four more times his hands smacked your ass and you were ashamed at how aroused his violent actions made you. When he snuck his fingers in between your thighs and swiped haphazardly at your folds, you moaned and bit into your wrist. 

“Filthy sweet girl,” Din whispered more to himself than you before he fisted his hand in your hair and pulled you flush to his chest, the slide of your dampened back against his sweaty chest bringing him more pleasure than he would have liked to admit because not a few hours ago, he was picturing your sweaty, glistening skin beneath him. And now that he had you here, he was going to make the best of it. 

“Mando, oh Mando-” As much as he loved hearing you scream his nickname in the throws of passion, he wished more to hear his given name fall from your lips. 

“My name...scream my name sweet girl. Let the stars know who pleasures you Cyare.” Din kissed your shoulder before biting into the sweaty flesh, the hand in your hair letting go right before wrapping softly around your throat and pressing you harder against him. Your hands twisted back to try and grab his hair but he immediately took your wrist and twisted it until it was behind you, between your back and his chest. 

“Ahh Din…” You wanted to beg him to allow you to touch him, tell him that you were yearning to touch him as much as he was in need of touching you. But you had a feeling that this wasn’t true, and that this was his way of being certain that you weren’t going to leave him. That you were his. 

If only he knew that you have already belonged to him. Long before tonight.

You felt each breath leave your lungs as Din tightened his grasp around your throat and you parted your lips to moan his name, only to feel his tongue shamelessly licking into your mouth. So distracted by the desperation in this kiss, you didn’t notice the fingers trailing down your chest and digging into your skin until the palm of his hand softly cupped one breast. Din teased you with feather light touches, flicking at one nipple before moving to the other and circling around it until it hardened. He continued to swallow your noises, sucking on your tongue to quiet you as he pinched your nipples. You twisted in his arms, wanting to reach for him again but knowing that he would probably pull your hand away. 

When Din pulled away to allow you to breathe, you panted and finally opened your eyes, not daring to look away as he kept you motionless with his gaze. Din watched as you tried to form a coherent thought, waiting until you parted your lips to speak to him before reaching down and cupping your quivering cunt as he broke the silence.

“This belongs to me,” your breath hitched when Din pressed the palm of his hand against you, not quite applying pressure on your clit but just enough to hold your focus. “Only I get to touch you, kiss you, watch you as you come undone in my arms.” You nodded briefly at him, continuing to hold eye contact as he began to increase his actions. “No one else will ever have you Cyar'ika. No one but me.” He slipped two fingers past your wet folds and rubbed against your walls, humming in approval when he felt you flutter around him the harder he shoved his fingers inside you. 

“I’m yours Din, y-yours. Whatever you want, oh gods please more...need more, Din you make me f-feel so good.” Din keened at your words, curling his hand until his palm was passing deliciously over your clit as his fingers picked up the pace. 

“That’s right sweet girl, you’re mine. Mine to fuck, mine to take whenever I want...mine to-” Din hesitated for a second, unable to voice his heart to you even though you’ve bared your soul for him. “Pal'vut at kar'taylir darasuum...kriffing gods you’re wet, so wet for me. Come on, cum for me again ner Cyare. Show me how good I make you feel. Show me how needy this little cunt is, fuck- I...can’t want to have you wrapped around my cock little one. Can’t wait to sink in this pussy, my sweet tight cunt, mark you with my seed, over and over again...fuck a load in you all night long till you can’t feel anything but my cum dripping down your thighs. Shit, I need you to cum, now!” Your mind became foggy with pleasure, unable to focus on anything but the words whispered into your ears as his thick fingers fucked into you. You grabbed the wrist of the hand wrapped around your throat, digging your nails into his skin as you came around his fingers. You almost fell forwards but Din held you flush against him, continuing to drive his digits into you and rub at your clit with this thumb until you were sobbing in his arms. 

“Beautiful,” Din kissed your shoulder as he slowly inched his hands away from you before laying you down slowly. His eyes took in the flushed, wet skin of your back, chuckling with pride when he saw your legs shaking as little sobs escaped your lips. Your breaths came in shallow and quick, and you tried to silence your whines by biting into your wrists but then you felt Din slide his hand back and forth on your back as he laid next to you and you shivered under his touch because from the way he was moving closer to you and touching you, there was no way he was done just yet. 

“You’re all I think about, every waking moment. It’s difficult to focus on anything else when you’re always in my mind Cyar'ika. I- I burn for you, for your lips to caress mine every moment, your eyes to never leave mine as I brand you, your skin against my own as you mark me with your touch. I- maker, I cannot think of a life without you here, with me…” Din thought he would have to force himself to say such things but he found it remarkably easy now that he had you here, responding so openly and shamelessly to him.

“Din,” you turned your head and shifted towards him, kissing the hand resting between the two of you before leaning your forehead against his and shutting your eyes. “I’m not going anywhere. I’m staying right here, for as long as you’ll have me.” Din ceased all movement at your words and he looked away from where he was stroking your back, meeting your eyes and furrowing his eyebrows before you felt him grab your arm and pull you on top of him. You surprised gasp died in your throat when you felt Din wrap his arms around your back and bring you against him until you could feel his chest hairs tickling your nipples. You could feel his cock jutting against your core through his pants and as you rested your hands on his chest and looked to him, you saw the frown ease from his expression, replaced with something akin to reverence. 

“I will have you until my dying breath Mesh’la. Let me show you how much I want you.” The force of his declaration hit you instantly and you pressed your lips against his just as you felt him rid himself of his pants. Din’s hands were roaming your back and you felt bolder with every caress, combing your fingers into his hair and pulling on it as he squeezed your ass and bucked into you. The growl emanating from his chest shot straight to your core and you raised yourself from him for a moment.

“Din, I want you. Crave to feel you inside me. Please, do it fast and don’t- don’t be gentle. Show me, show me how much you lo- want me.” Din’s heart skipped a beat at your words and he wasted no time, taking hold of his cock and teasing your clit with his leaking tip before slowly inching inside you. You shut your eyes and dug your nails into the back of his neck as he continued to sheath his dick deeper in your cunt. You could feel every ridge and pulsating vein dragging against your inner walls, finally allowing your lungs to breathe as you felt him nudge and twitch against that soft, spongy spot in your core. 

Neither of you moved for a few moments, with Din trying to wrap his mind around finally becoming one with you and feeling you clench so sweetly around him. He was torn between fucking up into you without mercy and taking it nice and slow until he pushed you over the edge again. But then you were gyrating your hips and sighing his name on his cheek and he knew what he wanted. 

Planting his feet on the damp covers, Din held you flush against him with one arm while resting his other hand on your thigh, nuzzling into the crook of your neck as he snapped his hips up before sinking into you again. You let out a surprised sob and rested your forehead against his shoulder, whispering more pleas against his skin and begging him to move. 

The usually quiet man breathed the sweetest wishes in your ears, thrusting up into you with immense force that made you clench tighter around him. “Ni copad gar an te ca'nara Ad’ika, ni vercopa be gar anay ca. You have made a home for yourself inside my heart.” Din felt your shaky breath blow on his neck and it drove him mad with lust because he wanted to have you reacting to his touch so wantonly every minute of every day. His grip only tightened around you and he prayed you wouldn’t mind the bruises that would surely color your skin in the next few hours. He wasn’t planning on being gentle tonight, perhaps later, but not tonight, and he was going to ensure his touch would be visible for anyone that would speak with you tomorrow. Thoughts of the Marshal passed through his mind’s eye and he growled, pumping his cock into you harshly for some reassurance. You cried out his name over and over again, feeling your skin heat up at the declarations of love he was peppering on your skin because even though his words were gentle, his touches were far from it.

The squelching sounds of your cunt flooding Din’s thighs as he drove himself into you should have embarrassed you but you could tell he enjoyed knowing how wet you were for him from the way he continued to quicken the pace just to hear your juices flowing over him. His grip on you was becoming more painful the more you moved against each other but you couldn’t find it in yourself to let him know. He was letting go, showing you how much he wanted you, how hard he was for you, and you weren’t about to make him feel conscious over his affection.

“Maker...oh Din, Din I- you feel so good inside me. Filling me up like no one else. Could feel you so deep, gods, could feel you everywhere Din please- don’t stop. Don’t fucking stop, I need it. Need you, want you- want you to mark me, d-do whatever you want with me.” You had no hold over your own speech and weren’t sure if you were making any sense but Din moaned each time you praised him.

“Good girl, sweet girl...taking my cock so well, kriffing hell. Your- your pussy is squeezing the fuck out of me..could feel every tight inch of you stroking my cock Cyar’ika. Ah pfassk...you’re- you’re perfection.” Din moved the hand around your back up to your neck, pulling on your hair and pressing his lips with yours as his cock throbbed inside you. You whined as his tongue roughly swirled around your own, barely able to breathe as he continued to snap his hips against you and suddenly feeling a rush of relief as his navel rubbed at your clit until you came around him. Din broke the kiss, screaming expletives in his tongue as the force of your orgasm pushed his cock out of you. You shuddered as you gushed on his dick, wrapping your arms around his neck when he forced his cock into your tight cunt again. 

You were so overcome with emotions, so lost in Din’s scent mixing with your own, and his touch leaving bruises on your skin, that you didn’t notice the faint sounds of footsteps coming up the ramp and halting in the middle of the ship right in front of the door. But Din noticed, managing to look up just in time to see Cobb standing in the middle of the ship and staring with wide eyes at the scene unfolding in front of him. 

Something completely otherworldly took over the Mandalorian and he quickly sat up, expertly moving the two of you around until he was kneeling on the covers with you straddling his thighs. He smiled against your shoulder, allowing your hair to hide his face as he grabbed both of your hips and fucked up into you. 

He could vaguely see the Marshal and was surprised that he hadn't dropped the bottle of drink in his hand just yet. You wailed into the night air, arms keeping you stead in Din’s arms as he forced you on his pulsating dick over and over again. 

“Tell me...tell me Cyare, tell me how much you love it when I fuck you. How much you need my cock like the filthy little cockslut you are. Go on sweet girl, grind that little clit on me. Fucking tell me ner Ad’ika.” Din smacked your ass twice, chuckling when your moans grew more lewd with every touch he laid on you.

“I- I- ahhh love your cock...oh maker, no one fucks me like you. N-no one makes me c-cum like you. Fuck me harder D- ahhh,” Din bit down on your shoulder to prevent you from saying his name, looking through the mess of your hair and watching as his audience remained incapable of moving. 

“I own this pretty little pussy. Pffassk- ride me harder Mesh’la. You’re such a good girl, could feel your cunt drenching my thighs, the smell of you is driving me mad. Fuck- keep that pretty mouth open to me when I’m fucking you, let me hear you scream for me.”

“Please- please...fuck me harder, ruin my pussy. Gods- I..I’m so close please. Tell me you own me, tell me I’m you’re sweet girl. Please- I want to be good for you, want you to cum inside me Din...cum inside me. I need it, need you to fuck me like you own me and mark me, make me yours Mando. Cum in me, please-” 

“Ah fuck you’re my sweet little girl aren’t you? Wanting me to fuck a load in you, cum in you all night long and keep my seed in that tight cunt? That’s it sweetheart, I’m so fucking hard for you. Could feel you clenching around me...be a good girl and cum again ner kar'ta. Fuck, yes yes you feel so good wrapped around my cock Cyare you’re going to make me cum. Spill my seed in that tight, wet pussy, fill you up till you can taste it in your throat. Shit, and- and I’m going to keep fucking you sweet girl, till my cum is sliding down your thighs. My little fucktoy- come on, come on love, cum for me. Cum on me, drench me again. Mix your juices with me.” Din watched as Cobb finally had the mind to leave and he almost laughed at how the man almost tripped on his own foot as he sprinted out of the ship. He pushed you on your back and spread your thighs open, resting his weight on the arms around your head as he thrust in a few more times before he felt you clench around him. Leaning down, Din took a pert nipple in his mouth and sucked on it, growling into your skin as he came deep in your pussy, painting your walls with long strings of his seed until he couldn’t breathe. He’d never cum this hard before and was sure to tell you when you had the state of mind to pay him any semblance of attention.

Din continued to lazily push into you, your words from earlier replaying in his mind as he felt you quiver around his softening cock. You were still coming down from your high and twitched occasionally when you felt him throb inside you. There was a pleasant kind of warmth washing over you and you sighed happily when you realized he was still bucking against you to push his cum in your belly. 

“D-din...you’re filling me up so good. Feel so full ah- gah.” He laughed when your body shook, wrapping his arms around you and flipping you around until you were laying on his chest. You kissed his jaw and his neck, moaning in unison when you felt his dick rub against that sweet spot inside you. 

“That’s because I’ve never cum this hard sweet girl. You’ve milked me dry Cyare. Could feel you sucking my seed out of me.” He was amazed at your obvious embarrassment, wanting to tease you about it but choosing to wait for later instead.

Din rubbed at your back, kissing your forehead as he whispered sweet things in your ears and smiling when you nipped at his neck some more. 

“Promise me you’ll never leave.” Din’s quiet voice broke the silence and you pushed up to look into his eyes as you responded. “I’m not going anywhere, even if you tell me to go. I’ll stay here, always. I promise.” You kissed him gently and felt his pulse beneath your fingers calm at your words. 

Not much time has passed before Din had you on your knees in front of him, fucking your mouth and shoving you down on his cock until you gagged and his seed slipped from the corner of your mouth, mixing with your spit as it fell down your breasts. You lost count of how many times he brought you pleasure, and you made a mental note to ask him how he managed to fuck you all night long. You weren’t sure it was possible for a man to cum this many times over the course of one night but you had a feeling Din was not like anyone else. A man who has been touch starved for almost three decades must have had a lot of pent-up aggression that he needed to release. And you would gladly help him in any shape or form through that. 

And when he wasn’t pumping your cunt full of his cum, he was nuzzling into your neck and laying kisses across your arms, making sure he caressed every inch of your skin. You shouldn’t have been surprised that Din loved to snuggle with you but you did find it hilarious that such a big and scary Mandalorian whimpered when you licked down his neck as you nestled into his arms. You wouldn’t tell him just yet but besides his rough grasps and his filthy words, you loved to taste the saltiness of his skin and from the looks of it, the feelings were mutual because at some point in the night, he’d told you of all the times he had to lock himself up in the refresher and try his hardest to not think of your sweaty limbs entangling with his own as he kissed you.

By the time the two of you made it outside the following day, the twin suns had already been in the middle of the sky, scorching rays of heat on everyone across Mos Pelgo. You tried your hardest not to walk too funny, mostly because it made Din apologize every now and then, but it was difficult when you could still feel traces of his touch on you. You told him you needed him to stop making it obvious but realized he was apologizing out of regret not out of humor. It took you all of the afternoon to convince him that you were feeling more than okay and that you’d asked him for this. And when he didn’t seem to stop, you teased him and told him that you knew he secretly loved watching you wobble from side to side. 

This all, however, peaked when you walked into the cantina and tried to play Sabbac with Cobb Vanth and the others. You could tell that the Marshal was avoiding all conversation with you, going out of his way to pretend you weren’t even sitting on the table, let alone the room. You hoped that Mando hadn’t spoken with him or anything and decided to call it quits earlier in the night. When you did make it back to the ship and saw Din cleaning his weapons, you made sure the ship was secure before moving to sit on the bed across from him.

“Did you talk to Cobb today?” You gauged his reaction, already sensing that something was wrong when you saw him nervously clench his jaw before rubbing furiously at the beskar weapon.

“No, why do you ask?” Din wished he hadn’t already taken off his helmet because as soon as he responded, you knew he wasn’t telling you the whole truth.

“Din?”

He looked up at you and cleared his throat before speaking.

“He- he saw us...last night. I- I must have forgotten to raise the ramp and-” Din took a deep breath when you shot up from the cot and began to pace back and forth. 

“HE WHAT?”

“We were...I couldn’t- there wasn’t a chance I could…you felt too good around me Ad’ika I- I couldn’t stop. Not when you were clenching around me so tightly. Now when you were finally in my arms. I-” He stood up and walked towards you, taking your hands into his and kissing both of your wrists. You flushed at his words and looked up at him, only to find him blushing under your gaze. 

“You did it on purpose didn't you? You wanted him to see...to watch as you- as we...as I said-” Din didn’t let you finish the sentence, leaning down and molding his lips with yours as he walked you back to his bed. He pushed you down on the covers still holding your scents, his hold hardening the more you moaned against him. Before he could strip you of your clothes, you pushed him off and stuck out your finger in warning.

“Oh no you don’t. Go raise the ramp.”

“You’re giving me orders now Mesh’la?” Din raised an eyebrow at you as he got off of you and walked around the bed, halting at the doorstep to look back at you.

“Never…”

Translations:

Ad'ika - Little one

Mesh'la - Beautiful

Cyar'ika - Darling/Sweetheart

Cyare - Beloved

Ner - my/mine

Pal'vut at kar'taylir darasuum - mine to love

Ni copad gar an te ca'nara - I want you all the time.

Ni vercopa be gar anay ca - I dream of you every night. 

Ner kar'ta - my heart

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Loving Dyn V - Christmas Eve

Pairing: Mandalorian/Dyn Jarren x Reader

Summary: Domestic Daddy Dyn, Artist Mom & the green bean attend your parents infamous Christmas Eve party. We get to know your parents and your backstory. (Continuation from Loving Dyn II & IV)

Warnings: Flashbacks including drinking, smoking, brief depictions of depression, loneliness/abandonment, mention of coming out.

Dyn squeezes your hand as you walk up the steps to your mother’s residence. Your other hand holding up your caramel coloured silk dress, your heels clicking against the marble.

Baby looks up at the 15-foot doorway in astonishment from his father’s arm.

“Okay,” you say turning to your two boys, you feel the lapels of Dyn’s blue velvet suit between your fingers to stay grounded. It’s fitted and he looks dashing. You’ve dressed Baby in a matching blue velvet robe you made yourself out of fabric you found at the market. “There’s my mother, Wilhemina. My father, Stark. My mother’s husband, Ezra. My father’s husband, Madden.”

Dyn nods, “Wilhemina. Stark. Ezra. Madden. I got it.”

“Right, and then there’s everyone else. My aunts. Uncles. Cousins. Family friends.” You look towards the door as you start to panic. “Oh god, Dyn what have I done?”

You start to fidget. “Everyone is in there. This is too much. It’s Christmas Eve. You must think I’m insane. Let’s just leave. We can just go. Let’s just go.’’

You turn and Dyn grabs your arm, “Hey, hey. It’s fine. I’m excited. I love Christmas.”

“You didn’t even know what it was three weeks ago.” You whimper.

“Yeah, well....” Dyn shrugs, tilting his head to the side.

You look down at your hands and Dyn crouches to try and find your eye line. “Hey, I am ready for this. It’s you, me and Baby against the galaxy, babe. Always. It’s going to be just fine.”

You nod and Dyn takes your hand and you push open the door.

You’re hit by a wave of warmth, sound, and colour. As the foyer is filled with people dressed in jewel toned evening wear, everyone dripping in silk and fur and velvet and gold. There is laughter and clinking of champagne glasses. More than a few heads turn toward you and you look down in embarrassment.

Christmas (Baby Please Come Home) by Darlene Love fills the air glowing rich with candlelight, as a droid skids past, offering drinks.

“HMm.” Dyn grunts in displeasure. You let go of his hand and link your arm through his.

“Come on, tough guy. Let’s find my parents”

Baby coos, distracted by the lights and colours and different voices, the vibrating music. Even Dyn has his neck craned up to the cathedral ceilings strung with twinkling lights.

“Remember,” you say looking back at them, Baby’s eyes bouncing around like a ping-pong ball, Dyn staring straight up at the oversized black and white portrait of you as a child, a goofy smile plastered across his face. “If this gets to be too much, you tell me and we’re out of here.”

“Yeah, sure.” Dyn says, looking back down. “Is that you?”

You look up at the portrait you mother had blown up after you moved out. It was taken at the beach, your hair wind-blown and salty at the end of the day. Your chin raised, and your eyes cast down to the side. You were 7.

“Uh, yep.” You say, maneuvering through the crowd. Stopping as more guests began to recognize you. You exchange quick kisses on the cheek and insist you’ll return once you find your parents.

“Kind of crazy, isn’t it?” Dyn asks.

“How so?” You say over your shoulder.

“That’s what our daughter could look like.”

You stop and Dyn walks into you, Baby’s arms go up in surprise. You look up at your love with wide eyes, “Okay, we’ll unpack that when it’s not Christmas.”

Dyn laughs and shrugs and you imitate his movements as a joke.

You turn back as you walk through the arches of the grand living room and you hear an excited scream.

A woman in a long red fur coat turns, she wears a matching red gown, her exquisitely shiny silver hair piled up with pins on the top her head. She has an opera length cigarette holder between her dark purple lips.

“Someone take this!” She calls, pulling the holder out of her mouth and stepping forward with her arms up. “There will be no smoking around my grandson! Or my daughter! Or her beautiful partner!”

“Hi, mom” you smile, opening your arms for her. She embraces you and gives you a kiss on the cheek.

“And this must be Dyn and Baby,” Wilhemina sings, wrapping her arms around the two of them.

“It’s so nice to finally meet you.” Dyn gasps through her grip.

Wilhemina pets the top of Baby’s head lovingly, then clasps her hands together. “I am so glad you’re all here. I am so happy.”

The droid skids by again, a replenished tray of champagne balancing on top.

“Please!” Your mother exclaims, “Have a drink.”

“I’d love one,” you say and Dyn just stares.

“It’s fine, just take it.” You say through your teeth.

Dyn grunts.

“Take it.” You pretend to cough.

Wilhemina raises an eyebrow but her focus is broken as she looks passed the two of you. “Oh, Stark! Look who’s here!”

You turn to greet your father, but Dyn catches his hand first. Giving him a strong handshake and Baby cackles from the bumpy movement.

“Nice to meet you, Dyn.” Your father smiles, before crouching down to meet Baby. Everyone is always stunned when they meet Stark, Baby included. He coos with his mouth agape, reaching for his club master reading glasses. Your father wears and all white suit with a black tie, salt and pepper hair slicked back, his beard impeccably kept. He stuffs his hands in his pockets as his velvet fog voice spills out of his mouth, “Well hello there, Baby,”

Baby smiles sweetly with wide eyes and Stark squeezes his little cheek.

“Y/N!” Madden calls, stepping around his husband. “The most beautiful girl in the galaxy. When are you going to let me put you in a movie?”

“Never!” You laugh, as you kiss each other on both cheeks.

Madden rolls his eyes, “I know, but I’ll never stop trying.”

“She’s far too talented to be an actor, Madden darling.” Stark declares to his husband, crossing in front of him to embrace you and you quickly inhale his cologne.

“Hi dad,” you smile up at him.

“I’m so happy you came.”

“I think I’ve almost missed it here.”

Dyn laughs at something Madden & Wilhemina are telling him, probably something at your expense, but you smile at the sweet sound of his voice any way.

“You look happy, my star.” Stark says, searching your face.

You look over to Dyn, now bouncing Baby on his side as your mother introduces them to her husband and others you recognize as your aunt Adohara and her family. Dyn’s face is Iike sunshine, even in the darkness of winter as he smiles and nods, wishing everyone around him a “Merry Christmas”.

Your aunt comments on his exquisite face as Children pull on his arm for a better look at Baby and Wilhemina passes him champagne. He and Baby are a commodity.

You look back to you father, “I really am, dad.”

Your father nods, “I am so glad, my star.”

Stark smiles, and behind his frames you can’t help but see relief, joy and sadness swirl around in his eyes, all at once.

Wilhemina Starling and Stark Juniper were pioneers of the hologram film age, and the biggest stars on Venus-9. They were disgustingly beautiful, effortlessly funny, breathtakingly talented, and, as a duo, criminally profitable. Their marriage was iconic and your birth was broadcasted on every comm on the planet, finally an heir to a film dynasty. The next true star, so they thought. You rebelled at an early age against any matching of your parents stardom. You would rarely sit still for photographs and journalists, loudly expressed your contempt for fame, specifically declaring you had never even seen a Starling & Juniper vehicle. You didn’t mean to come off harsh, it just spilled out of you.

You were cursed at such a young age with the ability to see through it all. You didn’t see the beauty, the constant filtering of important people through your home - from filmmakers, to poets, to musicians and diplomats. You didn’t see the opulence, or even the joy your parents brought to others through their films. You only saw the loneliness looking back at you in the mirror. The confusing desire to both rebel and have your parents full attention, to be as great as them in anything. You could only see a life you didn’t ask for. You wanted to be delicate, exist in the shadows. Stunning and strong.

Instead you were full of rage and sadness. Your own beauty repulsed you and you were so desperately impulsive. You screamed out to the sky every night “Why did you send me to this planet?!” for you knew it must have been a mistake. You weren’t who you longed to be. You had an obsessive desire to set the planet on fire, but knew it wouldn’t burn fast enough. Nothing ever did. You were lost in a never ending cycle of everything being too much, or not enough.

It wasn’t until you were an adult and moved off of Venus-9 that you saw your parents for what they were, as complicated and lonely as you.

There was your mother’s exhausting career in always being “on”. Trapped in a contract she signed at 21, she had been making 6 films a year since. She was who everyone either wanted to be, or be with. A pressure she kept hidden in the dark with cigarettes and brandy. The biting of her cuticles and the ever-present guilt of so desperately wanting to be famous, just to secretly be unable to handle it. Wilhemina threw herself into every party, every role, every glass of brandy with her purple lipstick print, as to not be afraid.

Though, Stark could have been the loneliest of all. From the ages of 12-15 you could count on one hand how many times you had seen your fathers glorious face. It was a time you called, The Days of Recluse. You all slept under the same roof but at this point your parents had separate bedrooms. Your father only emerging from his for work. Otherwise, he laid in the dark all day, you were certain, catching a glimpse inside his room one afternoon when your mother shuffled out with a tray of uneaten breakfast. One of the few times you actually came face to face with Stark during this time, his appearance startled you. Gone were his golden movie star looks. His lustrous perfectly coiffed black hair had gone dull and shaggy. His skin over grown with a beard that made him unrecognizable. The dreamy look in his eye had gone hard and vacant like stone. He looked frail, his body swallowed by light blue pyjamas. Ultimately, he looked defeated. If you didn’t know your father, you wouldn’t know who was standing before you in the hallway at the top of the stairs in your own home. You stood there, eyes wide and he began to cry.

“I love you,” you blurted out, and pushed past him. You didn’t know what to do. How could you? This was just your normal.

Wilhemina became increasingly irritable during this time. Favouring chain smoking in the grand living room, with her large sunglasses on with her sister, Adohara. They spoke in whispers, but you heard them, of not knowing what to do. Wanting to help your father but not knowing where to start. “He needs his truth.” Your mother would say. “He needs his truth.”

When your father came out to you, you wept. You wept for him, you wept for yourself, you wept for the light that now crept into the home. You wept tears of happiness because you felt like perhaps this had been what was missing all along, your father’s truth.

You had a vivid memory of just days later, sitting on the floor of your parents formerly shared en-suite bathroom as your mother cut your father’s unkept hair, and trimmed his beard that he decided to keep.

Your father leaned into every touch, and your mother smiled through misty eyes. It felt so intimate, like you shouldn’t be there. It was like witnessing two people coming out on the other side, battered and bruised, but alive. Victims of a vicious studio system that overworked them and stole the best years of their lives just to display for the joy of others. A system that didn’t care what happened to them, as long as they were making money.

You once had elaborate fantasies of telling your parents you were magnificent in spite of them, not because of them, but all that came out of your mouth the night before Stark moved out of the residence was, “Growing up was so hard.”

Your parents looked down in shame. Your father’s bottom lip protruding as he let out a heavy exhale.

Wilhemina grabbed his hand and opened her mouth to speak, but you cut her off.

“And I don’t need you to be sorry, I don’t need you to want to take it back, I just need you to know how hard it was to always be alone. I was always alone.” You felt your chest burn from your voice cracking. “I know it wasn’t easy for you either, but I was the child and I needed you.”

Wilhemina and Stark nodded. They knew. And you knew that they did. There had been a shift after your father’s coming out. You actually saw each other, Wilhemina in the process of retiring from the scene all together and Stark transitioning to work behind the camera. You had begun showing them your own work, your art picking up recognition under the pseudonym F/N Zelda as to not attract any concerns of nepotism. Your mother began hanging pieces around the residence until they sold, even holding on to the ones you insisted on scrapping.

They were trying, but change wasn’t immediate. You weren’t suddenly delicate overnight. You felt for your father who was now faced with dreaming up his entire life all over again, and your mother who was losing you both to new lives at once. The three of you had a lifetime to mend and heal from, but it finally felt like the beginning of the end.

“Dyn, Y/N,” your mother sings as Baby reaches for her, much to your surprise. “I hope it’s alright, I got a few Christmas gifts for Baby.”

Wilhemina adjusts Baby in her arms as he rubs his face softly against her fur coat.

“Of course,’ Dyn says.

“We got him a few things, too.” Stark says, putting a hand on Madden’s shoulder and Madden beams a radiant smile.

Your mother turns and you all follow her as a parade through the sea of people to the back of the home. Past the 18-person dining table and through the kitchen with servant droids assembling platters of hors d'oeuvres and glasses of champagne. You link your arm through Dyn’s again, pressing yourself against him as delicately as you can. You look up at him with doey eyes and he smirks.

Through the kitchen you’re met with the more modest living space, the one you frequented most growing up. You gasp.

The room is lit up by a Christmas tree surrounded by package after package wrapped in different coloured foils, all tied meticulously with bows. Different shapes and sizes, there is at least two dozen of them.

“Oh mom.. Dad...” You sigh.

Wilhemina sets Baby on the ground and he waddles toward the shiny colours.

Stark and Madden walk passed you excitedly as you and Dyn have stopped in your tracks, eyes wide.

Dyn leans into your ear and whispers, “Baby isn’t going to know what to do with any of this.”

“Yeah, no. Not a clue.” You whisper back.

Baby looks back at you, as his finger traces along a gift.

“Go ahead, Baby.” Dyn nods. “It’s all for you.”

Sometimes you can’t believe this is your life. A civil relationship with your parents. An angel you would run to the end of the galaxy for, and his sweet green bean that you came to care for as your own. A delicate existence that satisfies you creatively, emotionally and otherwise. Filled with soft moments and a love so deep, if you think about it for too long, it makes you cry. A life you didn’t know was possible, for you once believed you’d be screaming up into the sky for eternity. But here you are. Sitting cross legged on the floor with Baby in your lap as he tears through Christmas presents, more interested in the wrappings and bows than the toys themselves. Dyn scarfing down hors d'oeuvres with your step dads and father just above you, stopping to feed you one, as your hands are tied with your sweet boy. Your mother watching everything with excited eyes, sipping on Coca Cola from a glass with her purple lipstick print.

You made it. You’re okay.

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A/N: I feel like I should apologize as this has turned into more of myself practicing/finding my writing style than an actual Star Wars tale. I promise in the next chapter or 2, everything changes....👀 Stark and Wilhemina are based off of Rock Hudson and Dorothy Malone. I hope you enjoyed. Happy holidays! Love, Zelda

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