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iwritethat · 5 years ago

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Older Batsis: Wally West

A/N: A bit of fun in time for Valentine’s Day.

Warnings: Sexual implications (no smut or anything), mature language

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Entering the manor and slamming the door behind you was supposed to be like entering a world of welcoming warmth that you could melt into, not be only a degree or so lower than the frozen wasteland you'd just escaped from.

You glanced around the hallway, darkness filling the area leaving you with a frustrated sigh - power was out. Fortunately you'd mentally mapped out the floorplan over your years and navigated your way to a lounge and lit the fireplace with a content hum.

You'd shed your wet, snow covered, outer layers but with a sudden breeze you instantly regretted that decision and spun to meet the offender with a defeated huff.

"Hey beautiful, we're working on a case down in the Batcave but heard the door slam so your brothers sent me up to check on you since 'super speed' and they didn't want to move away from the heaters." The alias under the Flash crossed his arms once quoting 'super speed', offering a flirty wink which even now still doubled your heart rate.

"They s-stole all the he-heaters... Shitbags. I - I'm free-freezing Wally." You barely managed through chattering teeth, understanding that though the Manor was powerless the Batcave ran off of a different source meaning they were toasty down there.

"I could steal you one, plus you've already armed yourself with your fluffy blanket." He gestured to the item splayed in front of the fireplace to warm it up before you had the opportunity to utilise it, instead choosing to welcome you into his arms for a warm hug.

"Wa- Are you vibrating?" You disregarded his last comment in favour of your query, tilting your head at his minuscule shifting stature unsure as to whether you were just shivering.

"Yeah, keeps me warm."

"Can you do me?"

"I, yes - any day of the week - but lemme get this straight, are you asking me to be your vibrator (Y/n)?" His reply was full of smugness, you pulled back to catch his playful smirk.

"I didn't mean it like that! I meant for warmth!"

"I know, couldn't resist~" He chuckles to himself, meeting your frustrated gaze with a kind smile as it remained comfortably silent for a few seconds before you spoke.

"But - but can you, y'know, vibrate?" Your hands settled on his chest out of your sudden curiosity, tables now flipping as he became the flustered one partly due to your insinuating words which caught him off guard in its supposed innocence.

"I mean, almost all of my past partners haven't known about the speed thing so..." This was killing him, you knew exactly what you were doing and had very little shame about it either. While you seemed untroubled by his presence - ever since you’d arrived he'd been muting all vividly romantic thoughts, holding his tongue with pick up lines and resisted the urge to hold you like he'd so desperately wanted. Like he did at your house, like you did at his apartment... The Manor was dangerous territory and acting on those lustful instincts were supposedly best avoided.

Though you had alternative ideas.

"I know about your speed, and I really need warming up Wally." Your voice was seductively enticing, your lips choosing sensitive placement on his neck and he released a shaky breath reflecting the wavering if his willpower. Damn you.

"(Y/n)... your brothers w-" It came after a satisfied moan, Wally biting his lip and gently parting from yours before attempting a weak justification he had absolutely no belief in.

"Won't miss you too much." You finished for him, kissing his jaw and awaiting his response.

"And you?"

"I'll show you how much I missed you~"

In the next instance you felt soft silky fur of your blanket against your back, Wally hovering above you with the fire dancing in his irises and illuminating his skin in a brilliant golden glow - you swore he never looked more attractive. It was rather ironic, who'd have thought losing clothes would make your temperature skyrocket?

Back in the Batcave, Dick barely caught the dash of his friend, now shirtless and rooting through his belongings for a spare apparently.

"Woah what happened?!"

Wally flinched at the sudden brief contact with his back and the painful sting that came with it causing him to speed a metre or so away now in a fresh sweatshirt. His healing would kick in soon.

Your beautiful, stunning, incredibly persuasive sister happened.

Dick gave him a quizzical glance, the claw marks on his best friends back obviously quite fresh and the afflicter was unknown.

"Ah - Alfred - the cat one, he kinda caught me off guard when I was with (Y/n)?" He didn't sound at all convincing but they assumed it was down to sheer embarrassment at being bested by a feline.

"Perfect, his training has paid off." Damian now fully invested in the conversation added, indicating he had an ulterior motive which was unsurprising considering the protectiveness he held over his eldest sister.

"What training?" Dick cautiously questioned, now concerned with his own safety as well as overtaken by sheer curiosity.

"Whenever West makes a move toward our sister, Alfred will attack. Clearly my training methods are effective."

"Hold up, did you make a move on our sister?!" Dick incredulously shot to his best friend, Damian now narrowing his gaze at the sighing red head.

God yes, multiple pleasurable moves.

"I hugged her." Not a lie, but not a full truth either, those was better left private but Damian wasn't fully convinced and made a step toward the stairway.

"Hmm, how about we ask (L/n) then?"

"No don't! Uh - she's asleep in front of the fire and looks really peaceful." He began protectively, speeding over to block the Robins exit before becoming flustered when explaining his reasoning.

"That why you were gone so long?" Grayson raised a brow, noting the odd behaviours and body language but ultimately didn’t dwell on it.

No, things got way hotter than originally planned.

"Yeah, I helped her find some blankets and start the fire. Then we caught up a bit, we haven’t seen each other in almost two weeks."

They displayed disinterested at this point, content in knowing they’re worst fears hadn’t been realised.

It was late evening when you stirred from your peaceful hour long nap, instinctively your fingers reached across the array of soft blankets finding only empty warmth. With a soft smile you’d concluded Wally had waited until you’d fallen asleep in his arms before heading back down to the Batcave, knowing him he’d probably remained a little longer simply enjoying the afterglow and warmth that followed such intimacy with you.

A pleased sigh escaped your lips when you moved to stand, the aching of your leg muscles a rather welcomed one in your opinion - regardless, as you already donned Wallys hoodie you dressed yourself fully before heading down to the cave.

"Why are you wearing Wallys hoodie?" Stephanie inquired somewhat suggestively the moment you entered, eyebrows wriggling as an indicator.

"Hmm, oh well after having sex by the fire it was the closest thing to me so logically I was too lazy to get anything else." You boredly sighed, Wally paling at your sheer lack of secrecy whereas Spoiler wasn't expecting such an open answer leaving her speechless.

Despite hating how brutally honest you were, the way you worded it so unbelievably paid off and consecutively too.

"No seriously though." Dick tried again, dismissing your last answer like usual whenever you’d given such brash replies regarding your activities.

It was rather ingenious actually, if they ever found out about Wally then they couldn't blame either of you for not telling them because, in fact, you consistently did - it's not your fault they didn’t believe you.

"Seriously. I genuinely just made love to your best friend." There wasn't a hint of misleading this time, expression casual with a smug nod to Dick who only rolled his eyes.

"Hey babe, you know they'd murder me right?" The speedster indicated to Damian carefully sharpening his katana, though his overuse of pet names meant your family paid no mind to them any more.

"They'd have to get through me first." You wink at him, your brothers scoffing at the thought even if they knew you were being honest.

Even so, you linked your arm with the speedsters despite his hesitancy at displaying any form of contact in the presence of your family - but you were good friends, a fact your family knew all too well.

“Wanna have a rather late dinner at my place tonight?”

“Sounds perfect, would you like me to get takeout or should we attempt a recipe?” Wally relaxed at the casual tone of voice, one he found familiarity in as you both left wrapped up in conversation.

Not an unusual occurrence really, but still, that didn’t cease the racing minds of the young detectives that remained.

It was a few moments, Damian’s glare solely focused on the two of you happily retreating, before some spark of realisation surged through him.

"Wait... There were no claw marks on his hoodie..."

"Meaning when Alfred got to him, he wasn't wearing it so - WALLY!" Dick finished, shooting after his best friend who had probably already swept you off by now - Damian more than willing to take the war to your apartment.

"The cat was happily wrapped in Wallys hoodie so it couldn't have attacked him really... Ohmygod what if it wasn't Alfred at all! Ahhhhhh~!" Stephanie clasped her hands together out of both enthusiasm and shock, low-key fangirling about the possibility despite its implications.

“Uh - or maybe, the cat attacked Wally when he gave (Y/n) his hoodie to keep her warm.” Tim justified, one that supported the proficiency of Damian’s feline training and as such already semi convinced the youngest by praising his ego - the theory made sense. Dick and the youngest offered shrugs to each other before heading off to grab some files whereas Steph withheld a suspicious expression toward her partner.

“You... You‘re covering for them. I can’t believe you didn’t tell me Tim! Why would (Y/n) even consult you in the first place?” She knew it was likely due to his lack of interference, that and no doubt you outrightly told him if he happened to ask the right questions which Tim had a knack for doing.

“Because I’m the favourite.” He offered her a smug wink, once more typing away leaving a pouting Steph with Alfred the cat purring at her leg. The creature hadn’t taken in any of Robins orders or laid a claw on West and yet radiated waves of accomplishment.

“Traitor... Damian won’t be very pleased once he finds out you allowed Wally near (Y/n) kitty cat.”

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mell-bell · 5 years ago

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Fight so dirty (but your love so sweet) - Part V

The Mandalorian x Reader

Part 1 / Part 2 ��/ Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8

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Series Summary: You are sent to hunt down a Mandalorian, the odds aren’t exactly in your favor

Chapter: 5/8

Author’s notes: Once again THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU I LOVE YOU ALL!!! I hope you guys know I read each and every one of your messages/replies and you all kill me with kindness thank you. This chapter fought me tooth and nail which is why I got it up so late so I hope it’s alright because AHHHHHH but it’s setting up for an INSANE next chapter. Once again lemme know if you wanna be tagged! Hope you guys enjoy!!!!!

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A gentle touch sweeping up and down your arm pulled you from sleep.

“If it’s before lunch I really don’t want to be awake.” You mumbled into the soft pillow your head laid on.

The pillow beneath you began to chuckle and your eyes shot open, freezing as you recognized the familiar body you were lying against.

“Oh. Oh, that wasn’t a dream?” You whispered softly.

“No, not a dream.”

You reached out, your fingers spreading out as you slid your hand across his stomach, feeling the softness of his body instead of the armor you were used to. You watched as his own hand reached out and smiled as his fingers threaded through yours.

You pushed yourself back a little so you could meet his eyes, which were still heavy with sleep. You released his hand and reached out tracing your fingers over his face, much like the night before. His features were clearer in the light of day. And you wanted to memorize every inch of him.

His mouth curled up into a smile and your breath caught as you saw his deep brown eyes sparkle from the sun streaming into the room. Your hand brushed over his dark hair, smirking at the unruly pieces sticking out all over the place.

“You’re okay with this?” You said in wonder as your hand dropped scratching over his stubble, smiling at the feel of it under your fingers.

The man nodded, his eyes steadily holding your gaze.

“The Mandalorians rescued me and brought me into their family. All we had was our armor and each other. They were all I knew for years. But you showed me that family can also be two forlorn bounty hunters and a fifty-year-old child. I want to be that with you.” He cleared his throat.

You smiled widely as he looked away, his cheeks slightly reddening.

“As long as you’re comfortable, so am I. Though I’m not sure how he’s gonna feel.” You motioned behind him.

The Mandalorian turned over in the bed, watching as the small child waddled through the doorway into the bedroom. When the child’s gaze raised to the two of you and he met the Mandalorian’s eyes, he let out a little screech and quickly scurried out of the room.

“Well, that was heartbreaking.” You giggled burrowing your head in the man’s shoulder.

The man sighed.

You pressed a kiss to his cheek, “Don’t worry, I still like your face.”

“I guess that’s well and good.” He muttered.

You snuggled back down into the bed, “Now can I go back to sleep? I was up late last night.”

The man nodded, leaning in a pressing a gentle kiss to your lips, watching as you drifted off to sleep not a moment later. He carefully detangled himself from you, before sliding out of the bed. Reaching down, he pulled the blanket over you. Gently he ran a hand over your face, watching as a smile pulled at the corner of your mouth in your sleep.

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You woke suddenly, your heart racing. You shot out of bed tripping over the blankets that had tangled between your legs as you tried to make it to the desk in the corner, where the stolen Imperial papers sat.

How had you forgotten?

With the papers once again in your hands, your heart dropped. It hadn’t been a dream. The plans laid everything out. Though you didn’t know what most of it meant, you knew that they were trying to make a new group of clone troopers with what they called “the force”.

Before you could talk yourself out of it, you sent a message to Governor Gideon letting him know that you would be remaining on the planet for the foreseeable future.

Not wanting to lie to your Mandalorian, you left the ship in a hurry, yelling over your shoulder that you would be in town for the rest of the day.

As you walked through town, you could see the Imperial spies following you. You wanted to lose them but you knew that would draw attention to yourself. So you continued on your way pretending that you didn’t see them.

When you comm buzzed, you looked down. Seeing an invitation to join the Governor for lunch, you swallowed hard before starting in the direction of the address he had sent you.

It was a long walk and as time passed you began to hesitate. You glanced over your shoulder more than once. You shouldn’t have gone without backup. You had almost convinced yourself to leave when you caught sight of the large house at the end of the street.

This was it.

You stepped up to the door, your eyes wide. You were questioning if you had made the right choice. Raising your hand you went to knock but before you could the door opened.

A well-dressed man ushered you inside without a word. He refused to meet your eyes as you followed him into the house, his pace quickening as you entered the foyer.

You cleared your throat, “I’m here to see- wait!“ You yelled as he scurried off disappearing down the hall before you could finish your sentence.

“That can’t be good...”

And you were left alone in the golden foyer.

Taking a tentative step forward, you began to explore. You walked slowly down through the house, stopping to peer into each room. When you reached the end of the hall, you turned into what looked like a small library. Stepping up to the bookshelf, you pulled a book off flipping through curiously.

The hair on the back of your neck stood up as you placed it back on the shelf. Pretending to ignore the feeling, you moved further into the room, your hand reaching toward a knick-knack on the ledge of the fireplace.

“I wouldn’t touch that.” A sharp woman’s voice echoed through the room.

Snatching your hand back, you spun around, finding an immaculately well-dressed woman standing in front of you. Your brows furrowed as you turned toward the entrance, wondering how she entered the room without walking past you.

Shaking your head, you stepped up, an easy smile gracing your face, “I’m sorry I have a meeting with—"

She looked down at your hand in disgust and you pulled it back with a frown.

“I know who you are. I wanted to meet you first. See if we could trust you.” Her voice was deep as she began to circle you.

“How will you know?”

She chuckled darkly, “I’m a good judge of character. Moff tends to get overzealous with his little pets and doesn’t properly assess them out. I make sure he stays safe.”

Before you could reply, a painful pressure pushed at your head and your brows pulled together in agony. You cleared your throat, trying to focus on the woman as she took another step toward you.

“That’s my secret.” She grinned.

Your teeth gritted as you tried to force the pressure from your head. The woman’s eyes narrowed and the pain grew even stronger.

“Enough, Mera.” The Governor stated as he walked in, pushing past the woman, greeting you with a smile.

The pressure vanished instantly from your head. You shook it once, before turning smiling at the man before you.

“Governor, how good to see you.”

“Ah, my new friend. I am so happy you are remaining on planet for a while. This is amazing news. My friends cannot stop singing your praises and I am sure you will fit right in during my meeting today. Before we continue I do want to apologize once more for our last parting and your interrogation.”

“Oh, no harm done. You did what had to be done. Did you ever find what you were looking for?”

He waved his hand in exasperation, “No, but we did execute a few people and I have some older backup papers that I can give to--.”

The woman following behind the two of you cleared her throat.

The Governor sighed, “Oh hush Mera, I can trust this one.”

You spoke up pressing for more information, “Give to who?”

“The Supreme Leader. The one who will eventually lead us to greatness.”

You nodded your heart beating. This was the man you would have to ultimately take down.

“And is he or she here?”

The man let out a loud laugh, “Of course not. Come. Come, I want to introduce you to some more people.”

He led you into a room full of people, motioning for you to take a seat at the table. As you passed by you nodded to those you recognized from the party and quickly introduced yourself to those you didn’t.

The Governor stood at the head of the table, his arms spread wide, “My friends, The First Order is rising. We have funding. We have support. We have new friends. Our universe has fallen apart. We have people that need to be governed. I am here to create order in this lawless galaxy. And we will start anew.”

The applause and cheering that burst from the men and women echoed in your head for the next few hours.

Once the dinner began, your mind was swimming.

There were so many conversations happening you weren’t sure what to pay attention to. It wasn’t until the man next to you mentioned “the force” that your head snapped toward him.

“Ah, interested in that, are you. You must have heard about the Jedi of old?”

You nodded, you had heard stories, legends.

The man leaned in and whispered, “Well I heard the Supreme Leader has found a force-sensitive child to train. And that he is going to turn him to our side to use against the New Republic and their stupid rebellion.”

You didn’t pay attention to much after that. The man beside you was still rambling about something. You nodded every now and then appeasing him.

But when a familiar man walked past you, you froze.

The man from the market.

He stopped at the head of the table to talk to the Governor, a blinking fob in his hand.

His gaze raised and met yours and he smirked. He knew you.

Your heart was in your throat as the man left the room. Your hand inched to move to your comm but you knew you would be caught. You just had to rely on the fact that you knew the Mandalorian could take care of himself.

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When you were finally able to excuse yourself a few hours later, you rushed back to your ship, praying that the man with the fob hadn’t found them.

You stormed up the ramp, bursting into the storage room, startling the young child, who was sitting next to the Mandalorian.

You sighed in relief, breathing deeply trying to catch your breath.

“Where have you been?” He questioned.

“Everything’s okay here?” You responded back with a question, your voice wavering.

The man nodded, but his brows were furrowed as your gaze swept the ship as if someone was going to jump out.

“Are you alright?” He stood, moving in front of you, trying to meet your eyes.

You waved him off, “What? Yeah, yeah I’m fine.”

“Where were you?” He repeated.

You froze, hesitating before meeting his eyes. They were filled with worry as he looked down at you, his hand reaching out to grasp your arm.

You sighed, “With Governor Gideon.”

He growled, his grip tightening on your arm unconsciously, “Why?”

“Last night, I found something in the papers. About cloning.” You gazed down at the child, smiling as he held out his ball to you.

“They want him for his powers.” The Mandalorian said.

“Yes. Moff has a woman like him.” Your brows furrowed as you rubbed a hand over your forehead, “She tried to read my mind I think.”

“You’re not safe there.”

You shrugged, “Maybe not. But I need to get more information.”

“Not if you’re in danger.”

You swallowed, “There was also a man with a fob there. I saw him last night in the market. I think he knows I know you.”

The Mandalorian stepped around you and you followed him out into the cargo-bay.

“What are you doing?”

“We’re leaving.” He stated.

Your eyes widened and you stepped in front of him. He was angry, his eyes were blazing as his gaze traveled down the ramp as if he was waiting for the hunter to appear.

You reached out, placing your hand on his chest, “Let’s not be hasty. Let’s eat and talk some more.”

The man nodded. He waited until you went back into the ship before sweeping around the outside to make sure everything was locked up tight.

When he made his way back inside, he found you on the ground in your bedroom, placing the little red cape you had bought the child on his back.

The green child chirped happily as he walked around his little red cape floating behind him.

The Mandalorian watched as you laughed along with the child, but the joy didn’t reach your eyes. You were hiding something.

Later that night, you laid in bed, watching as the Mandalorian rid himself of his armor. He had convinced you to let him check the town for any sign of the bounty hunter. But when he found nothing, he had returned disappointed.

Staring off into space, you didn’t see him settle next to you in bed and startled slightly when he leaned down to press a kiss to your shoulder.

Brushing it off, you turned with a smile, you caught his lips with yours, in a gentle kiss.

Laying down, you motioned to the man and he turned burrowing his head against your stomach. Your hands threaded through his hair gentling detangling the pieces, the man basically purring against you. His hand slipped under your shirt his bare hand stroking your skin lightly.

“I have a plan.”

The man hummed.

“You have to leave me here.”

The man’s eyes popped open, “I have to what?”

He sat up and so did you, your hands wringing together.

“If you’re here – if you’re both here, then they’re going to keep coming. You’re in danger. I need to stay. This might be what helps us take them down. Keep the little one safe.”

“No.”

You sighed, “It makes sense.”

“I am not leaving you here.” He growled.

You put your hand over his mouth, “It won’t be for long and I’ll be safe I promise. It’s just for gathering intel. I have a chance to make a real difference here.”

“But I won’t be here to help you.”

“But you’ll both be safe.” You whispered.

He shook his head, turning over placing his back toward you, “We’re not done discussing this.”

You nodded.

You laid down staring at his back. Slowly you reached out toward him but pulled your hand back with a sigh. Turning you placed your own back to him.

Not a minute later you felt him turn and pull you toward him tightly. You grabbed his hand in yours, squeezing it tight. He squeezed back.

You both knew you had made up your mind and there was nothing he could do to stop you.

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One month later:

You watched as the whip came down hard on the young boy, slicing through his back. You bit down on your lip to stop yourself from screaming at the trooper to stop. The whip hit again and again and your hands began to tremble as the boy laid motionless on the cold stone ground.

As the blood began to bleed through the stones, you closed your eyes. A vision of a whip coming down at you and the stinging pain in your back causing you to suck in your breath in pain.

Your eyes shot open.

The whip came down again and again on the boy. You had lost count. But this was well past the normal amount of lashings. You went to take a step forward when the deep rumble of a man’s laugh startled you.

“I see you like watching as much as I do.”

You stiffened slightly as Moff Gideon strode up beside you, his eyes solely focused on the almost unconscious boy in front of you. A twisted grin graced his face as he watched the trooper’s arm raise and drop again and again.

You cleared your throat, “Shouldn’t they leave him alone so he can heal and get back to work?”

The Governor tsked, “No. We can just hire others.”

The man raised his hand and the trooper looked up before reaching for his gun. You closed your eyes just in time to hear the shot.

You turned. Your head hanging low, hiding your pained expression from those around you.

A familiar pressure pushed at your head and you grit your teeth as you lifted your gaze watching as the woman in white walked through the arch toward you. She took a step forward, her heels clicking like daggers against the stones beneath her. Reaching out, she grabbed the Governor’s chin, her sharp nails cutting into his face as she pressed a kiss to his cheek; her eyes, however, focused solely on you.

You had never understood what people meant when they said someone had dead eyes. But this woman – sometimes you believed she wasn’t human. No emotion. No love. Just emptiness.

You met her gaze, keeping your face impassive, the normal prodding feeling intensifying against the wall you were projecting in your mind.

After spending a month with this woman, you had spent hours training yourself on how to block her out of your mind. If you visualized a wall, she would hit a wall. You could only hope that it worked.

Her brows furrowed before she released, her gaze dropping from you and turning toward the young girl beside her. She grabbed her face roughly forcing her gaze at the boy on the ground.

“This is what happens when you disobey. Do you understand?”

The girl stayed quiet, knowing if she opened her mouth she would be next.

“Excellent.” She smiled. Mera released her with a jerk, the young girl’s head snapping sharply to the side.

Fury built in your stomach, as your hand reached down for your blaster. But you stopped, your eyes following the young girl, her shoulder’s slumped as she moved away, backing herself against a wall. Reaching into your pocket instead, you pulled out the tiny amount of money you had left. As you passed by, you stepped up to the young girl, quickly pressing the credits into her hand. Her eyes widened. You nodded.

“Dinner is being served.” A voice echoed through the corridor.

The Governor called for you when he realized you weren’t behind him. And without another glance behind, you turned quickly hurrying across the cobblestone toward the man. As you shuffled along beside him, the people on the streets quickly scattered out of your way.

When had this nightmare become your life?

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The Mandalorian hit the heavy bag over and over again. He wasn’t sure how long he had been going. Right. Left. Right. Duck. His hands screamed as they continued to slam into the bag, his breathing unsteady under his helmet.

A hand grabbed onto his shoulder and he turned, immediately swinging out at the offender.

Cara ducked out of the way, grabbing his arm and twisting it behind his back.

“You’re getting sloppy.”

The man pulled away with a grunt and turned back to the heavy bag, preparing to begin again when Cara grabbed his arm once more, “Stop, this isn’t helping anything.”

“And?” He said yanking his arm away once more, refusing to meet her eyes, pretending to ignore the look of concern on her face.

It had been over a month since he left you behind.

And he hadn’t been able to get you out of his mind since. He hadn’t realized how much of a fixture you had become in his life. And it didn’t feel right without you.

He couldn’t sleep. Barely ate. When he wasn’t flying or training, he was staring blankly at a wall, wondering if you were still alive.

The memory of you waving at him as he flew away was burned into his memory. Your sad smile the last thing he saw, almost broke him in half. As he had soared into the stars, his hand had dropped, ready to turn around.

If Cara hadn’t forced his hand, he would have.

You had asked Cara to go with him for that exact reason. To make sure that he stayed away until you called him back. You both knew that if he was left to his own devices he wouldn’t wait for you to call, he would be back in a heartbeat.

“You did the right thing. You both did.”

The Mandalorian remained silent for a moment.

“We did the right thing.” He droned on in monotone as if he had become so used to saying it.

Cara looked at him, not believing a word from his mouth, but nodding nevertheless.

Later that day, as the Mandalorian made his usual afternoon drink, he didn’t realize until too late that he had made a cup for you. When he realized you weren’t standing over his shoulder complaining about how he made it too sweet, he froze. His hands shook as it hovered over the cup. He let out a shout, sweeping it on the ground, before storming out of the room.

The little green child had been taking it even worse than the warrior. The first few days he had spent aimlessly roaming the ship trying to find you. And now every morning, he had taken to standing in your bedroom, chirping sadly, his little red cape spread out behind him.

Every day with a heavy heart, the Mandalorian would pick him up, trying to distract him with his favorite ball. But when the child wasn’t looking the warrior would stare off into space, lost in his own thoughts, thinking that nobody was watching.

But Cara was.

And as they continued to jump from planet to planet, waiting for the signal to go back, Cara watched as both the Mandalorian and child lost a bit of themselves without you.

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You had finally run out of luck.

You gripped your blaster tight as you circled the men in front of you, their own blasters aimed at you.

“You’re the Mandalorian’s little pet. I don’t know how I didn’t see it before.” The Governor spit.

You raised the blaster at the Governor, the Stormtroopers moving to stand in front of him as your finger began to squeeze the trigger, “You’ve failed. I have your plans. I know who’s working with you. We’re going to stop you. You won’t get away with this. ”

Over the month you had lived here, you had managed to gather generous amounts of information against this new First Order.

It was the bounty hunter that had finally turned you in. You weren’t sure what had taken him so long. Or why he had done it today. But you were done for.

“Too bad you won’t be alive to share it.”

The Stormtroopers rushed at you and your eyes widened as you pulled the trigger desperately, but you were overrun and no sooner thrown into a cell, chained to the ground.

It wasn’t more than a few minutes later when your door opened. When you were met with just silence, you thought maybe you had imagined it. But when you felt someone pulling at your chains you looked up. It was the young girl that worked for Mera. You had never learned her name. But you had always made sure she had food, water, and something warm to wear. She couldn’t have been more than eleven.

The young girl did some motions with her hands and your brows furrowed. But when she did them again the same exact way, you sat up. She was communicating. You had seen the Mandalorian communicate the exact same way before.

“You’re going to get me out of here?”

The girl’s face lit up and she nodded motioning down to your chains.

You pulled at them, the chains clattering loudly against the stone floor, “I can’t get out.”

She held up a finger and reached down into her pants pocket, pulling out a key. Your eyes widened as she held it out to you.

“Thank you.” You said reaching out and taking the key, “I’m gonna get you out of here.”

The girl smiled sadly and shook her head, beginning to walk backward.

“No, wait where are you going!”

A loud explosion sounded outside the door and you threw yourself to the ground, covering your head as stones rained down around you. And when you looked back up, the girl was gone. But where she had once stood, was a hole blown through the wall of the cell.

Using your shaking hands, you quickly unchained the locks and stumbled to your feet. You clambered through the rubble, the stones cutting into your hands as you tried to steady yourself.

You took a deep breath and shot into the hall, grabbing a stray blaster from the ground. The wealthy men and women you had spent a month with were screaming and shoving each other right trying to escape the stones falling from the ceiling. You were pushed left and right and stumbled unsteadily into a smoky eerily quiet room.

You could hear the near-silent footfalls as they walked through the smoke. Moving with a predator’s ease that made you grip the blaster and aim it into the unknown.

“Stop!” You screamed, your voice echoing through the decimated room.

You began to creep cautiously around the debris on the ground, circling wide trying to find the person hidden.

As a man emerged from the smoke you took an unsteady step back, stumbling over a piece of rubble.

With a shuddering breath, you stepped forward in a daze.

And then you were sprinting across the room, dropping the blaster to the ground as you slammed into the man in front of you.

He pulled you to him, his arms wrapping tightly around you.

“I thought you were dead.”

“I’m alright.” You whispered.

For a moment, just a moment, you had thought he wasn’t here. But he was. You could touch him. He was solid. He was here. And you could feel his heart beating hard under your hand.

Your throat began to burn at the smoke in the room and he turned leading you out into the fresh air of the marketplace.

You turned around, shoving him back, “You weren’t supposed to return until I sent the signal. Why did you come back?”

The Mandalorian waited for a moment, watching as your chest heaved. And then he reached out. Cradling your face. His gloved hands stroked over your cheeks and he let out a heavy sigh.

“They took him.”

“What?” You whispered.

Pulling back the Mandalorian reached down before holding out a torn small red cape out to you.

“They took him.”

You reached out, grasping the tiny cape, your fist tightening around it.

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