#Cobb Vanth Reader Insert

[theidiotwhowritesthings]

In a Perfect World, You Love Me [ii]

din djarin x female!reader

warnings: mentions of forced drug exposure and hallucinations, comfort to the angst i caused, self doubt, anxiety, mild PTSD from said forced drug exposure, confusion in reality

word count: 2,904

Summary: On the way to visit an old friend, you and Mando find trouble. Both of you are subjected to a drug that puts you in your perfect world. But, when you can’t tell what’s real and what isn’t, how do you know what to trust?

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"kidnap me from my reality and crushed pieces in my soul, color me outside the lines until my shattered heart is whole." -perry

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Mando’s hands dragged up and down your arms leaving a trail of fire wherever he touched. His modulated voice whispered about how badly he wanted⏤ no, needed⏤ your body. You may as well have been burning alive, melting into a puddle, with the way Mando surrounded every part of you. It was a sharp contrast to the cool metal of his helmet which pressed against the side of your face. “Mesh’la, you make the sweetest sounds.” A soft sigh left your lips. “Let me make you sing.”

You startled awake with a gasp. Every time you closed your eyes you were haunted by the spice dream. A week had passed and it was no better. Vanth said it was a lingering after effect of the glitterstim. It’d fade with time. You wondered if you’d survive long enough for that to be true⏤ you were running on nearly no sleep at all. 

The home you slept in was quiet. This room didn’t belong to you. It was a local place that Vanth had offered you, Mando, and Grogu while the two of you were in town. After the incident, you found out that the quarry Mando was searching for was tangled up in the same business as the pirates Vanth was trying to keep away from his town. So, Mando picked up Grogu from Mos Eisley, and now the three of you were staying in Mos Pelgo for the time being.

“Mesh’la.”

Hearing the nickname, as if it came straight from your spice induced nightmare, made you jump. You turned to see Mando sitting by the window in his full suit of armor. He was leaning against the wall casually with his arms crossed and legs outstretched. Grogu slept in the pram beside him. 

“What’s wrong?” He pressed.

“Just…” You paused. “Bad dream.”

“Do you⏤” Mando cleared his throat. “Do you…want to talk about it?”

Yes. More than want, you needed to. Waking up from the spice after effects was jarring, it left you wondering what was real and what wasn’t. As if the lines between spice and reality were blurred. But, Mando was the last person you could talk to about this. Everything about him confused you more. Being near him made you worry you were right back in that dream.

“No.” You lied, then threw your legs over the side of the bed. “I’m gonna go for a walk.” Mando seemed to shift in his seat so you quickly added. “I need some time alone, is all. I’ll be right back.”

Mando gave you a stiff nod. “Sure. Be, uh, be careful.”

You mumbled an affirmative while pulling on a pair of shoes. Then, you quickly left before he could chime in once more. It didn’t take you long to arrive to what Vanth called home. Mos Pelgo was pathetically tiny, after all. Vanth opened the door after you knocked on it for a few seconds. He wore casual sleep pants and a hoodie of some kind. His hair a mess from sleep.

“I’m so sorry.” You mumbled.

Vanth gave you a small smile. “Bad dream?” You nodded. “Come on in, darling.”

Anytime you came to him after the spice after effects plagued you, he’d sit with you and let you talk it out. He’d been very good at grounding you⏤ reminding you what was real and what wasn’t. The two of you had always been good friends and this experience had only deepened that in the most platonic of ways.

They said ignorance was bliss. Din had violated your personal space by following you, and he had been punished with the truth. Watching Vanth pull you into his home for the night after you said no to him about your bad dream was devastating. It would have hurt less if someone had just stabbed him in the chest with a vibroblade⏤ at least that injury had a chance of healing eventually. Din had avoided you since sunrise, not that it made a difference. With the awkward tension between the two of you since the attack things had felt wrong anyways.

With the way Vanth kept shooting him glances, Din assumed his bad mood was clearly evident.

“Tip says they should be hiding their stash somewhere out to the east.” Vanth motioned to an area on the map resting on the cantina counter between them. Din stayed silent. “Could probably get out there in an hour.” Good. Din had never wanted a mission to be over and done with faster. He just wanted to put as much distance between you and Vanth as possible. Which was obviously selfish of him, but Din never claimed to be otherwise. Although, deep down, a part of him was terrified that once this was over you wouldn’t want to continue traveling with him. “Little lady’s got the kid today right? Where is she?”

“Shouldn’t you know that.” Din snarked.

Vanth chuckled and it made Din stiffen where he stood. The marshal smirked. “Mando, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you sound jealous.” Vanth clapped his hand against Din’s shoulder and winked at him. “Good thing I know you’re not the type.”

Din glared at the Vanth as he turned to leave. After a beat, Din hurried after him so he stepped outside to meet him on the cantina’s porch. He stopped Vanth from going any further, and Din set his hands on his hips with a huff. “How… What…” Dank farrik, he didn’t even know what to ask. “You and⏤ I saw her go into your place last night.”

“Yeah. And?”

“And…” Din locked his jaw then sighed. “I assume that means every other time she’s disappeared this week it’s been to visit with you.”

Vanth shrugged. “Safe assumption.”

If Din didn’t want to strangle Vanth before, he sure as hell wanted to now. The Mandalorian tried to find any ounce of patience left in his body before shaking his head. “I want to know how…serious the two of you are. I’m just trying to gauge if she’ll still want to…”

“Leave with you?” Vanth crossed his arms. The two men stared at one another for a tense moment. Finally, Vanth shook his head. “Why did you tell her you weren’t interested in her, man?” Din’s eyes widened and he tried not to let his body language show his surprise. “It’s obvious the exact opposite is true.”

“We need to get moving. We’re losing daylight.” Din blurted.

“Sure thing.” Vanth nodded. He began to pass him once more, but the marshal stopped to shoot him a charming, annoying grin. “You need to talk to her about her spice experience.”

Din huffed and followed after him. It wasn’t like he wasn’t trying.

“Oh, mesh’la, such a good girl for me. How lucky am I to have you all to myself? You’re mine. You’re⏤”

Your eyes snapped open and you could physically feel your heart ache. What did you do to deserve this? Yeah, you were stupid enough to fall for the Mandalorian. And, yeah, you were even stupider to admit those feelings to said Mandalorian. However, you firmly believed you handled that rejection with a decent amount of grace. Enough so that you deserved at least a little reprieve from this nightmare.

Grogu cooed from the chair beside you, as if he could tell how bothered you were. The fact that you passed out and fell asleep sitting upright inside the cantina was a fair hint at how fucked up you were though. You rubbed the boy’s head and mumbled quiet curses under your breath. Maker, you’d do anything to get past this⏤ pay any damn price. You hoped that Mando and Vanth would finish taking care of the damn quarry so you could leave this planet. Hopefully, the further you got away from Tatooine the less the spice after effects would have a hold on you.

As if fate itself heard your thoughts, a message flashed across your communicator from Mando telling you they had caught the quarry. You breathed a sigh of relief. 

“Come on, kid.” You scooped him up and rose. “We’re getting off this hell hole.”

It didn’t take you long at all to pack up everyone’s belongings, and then you sat outside with Grogu waiting for the Razor Crest to come into view⏤ trying desperately to keep your eyes open. Mando said he was taking the land speeder straight to Mos Eisley where he could take care of the quarry then he’d bring the Crest to you and Grogu. The sound of footsteps wandered over and seconds later Vanth dropped down to sit beside you. 

“The kid catch anything interesting to eat?” Vanth motioned to Grogu who was waddling in the sand a few feet from you.

“Some kind of lizard. I think he’s taking advantage of how tired I am.” You chuckled. “I’m not quick enough to snatch things from him right now.”

“Clever boy.” He responded and you hummed. Vanth set a hand on your shoulder and gave it a small squeeze. “Are you gonna be alright, darling?”

You shrugged. “I have to be, don’t I?”

“No. You’re allowed to be hurt. Scared. Any other damn thing you feel.”

“It’s not exactly a convenient time for me to have a melt down.”

Vanth chuckled. “Emotions usually aren't convenient.” You couldn’t see it yet, but you could hear the Crest rumbling closer. “You need to talk to Mando about all this.” You shot Vanth a glare. “I’m serious. Neither of you are gonna get past this if you don’t talk about it.”

“Do you know how awkward it’ll be to tell Mando I had a sex hallucination about him while on spice?” You scoffed. “He’ll think I’m psychotic.”

Vanth shook his head. “I think you’d be surprised.”

Too tired to argue, you just leaned over to rest your head on Vanth’s shoulder. He shifted so he could wrap his arms around you in comfort. You were unsure how much time had passed, and you hadn’t seen the Crest land, but Mando wandered into your view. He gave you a small nod and you pushed to sit up.

“Are you…ready to go?” Mando asked.

“Absolutely.” You replied. It didn’t take long to say good-byes and you took the time to thank Vanth for what had to be the hundredth time. He urged you to talk to Mando and you gave him a smile while tossing away his advice mentally. You had embarrassed yourself enough in front of Mando with everything that had happened. Adding ‘talk about your sex hallucination’ was not going to be something you did in this lifetime. 

Everything seemed to slip into a normal pattern as you got Grogu ready for bed and Mando got the ship into hyperdrive. You really hoped that when you crawled into your usual cot tonight you’d find yourself in a dreamless state. Grogu looked so peaceful as he dozed off in his pram, and for a moment you stared at him in jealousy. Great, you were jealous of a 50 year old toddler. You closed the pram and rubbed your features.

“Mesh’la.”

You jumped in place and turned around to see Mando had climbed down the ladder into the cargo hold with you. You let out a breath, “You scared me.”

“I’m sorry. I know you haven’t been sleeping well.”

“I’m hoping being back on the Crest helps with that.”

Mando nodded. He shifted a few steps closer and cleared his throat. “Can we⏤ Can we talk?” You nearly laughed at how nervous the Mandalorian sounded. It wasn’t often you got to see him in this state. You motioned for him to continue with a shrug. “I was talking to Vanth. He said we should… talk about the spice issue.”

Your eyes widened. “What?”

“You don’t have to.” Mando held a hand out. “That’s not what I’m saying.” He took another step, and he was close enough that if you let out a hot breath it would fog up his beskar covered chest. Mando nodded. “I want to tell you about mine. Is that alright?”

“I… I guess.”

Mando paused for a tense moment before sighing, “It was you.” Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “You’re all I’ve ever wanted. I was lying to myself⏤ lying to you, and I am… I am so sorry, mesh’la. I know I hurt you. It was the last thing I wanted to do. But, in trying to avoid hurting you I know I… hurt you.”

“You… want me?” You asked in surprise.

Mando chuckled. His gloved hand lifted to softly cup the side of your face. “I always have. Since the moment you stepped onto this ship. Mesh’la, you are everything.”

“I…” You paused as a warning bell rang at the back of your mind. Quickly, you shook your head and took a step back. Mando’s hand stayed in the air where you had been. “No, no. I’m stuck again.”

“What?”

“I’m trapped in the dream again.” You covered your face and willed yourself awake. Come on, come on. Wake up, you idiot. “This isn’t happening. This isn’t real.”

“Mesh’la⏤”

“Stop.” You snapped. “I can’t do this again.”

“Again?” Mando sounded taken aback. You heard him hurry closer and his hands grasped yours to pull them away from your face. Tears of frustration pricked at your eyes. “Mesh’la. Mesh’la, was I your dream?”

“Yeah.” You gasped and tried to pull away from him, but his firm grip wouldn’t let you do so. “How in the hell do you think I snapped out of it, Mando!? I’m just stupid and desperate and⏤”

“Stop⏤”

“⏤and I don’t understand why I won’t wake up again!” You cried. “Why won’t I wake up?!”

Mando shifted his hands to your arms, locking you in place, and he leaned his forehead against yours. The cold beskar making you shiver. “This is real, mesh’la. I’m so sorry. This is my fault for lying to you in the first place. I just⏤ You deserve better so I tried to push you away but…” You tried to pull away again and Mando spoke again. “What do I have to do? How do I prove this is real?”

“Wake up, wake up, wake up.” You mumbled to yourself, eyes shut tight. It never goes further than this⏤ it never can. It always goes dark and you wake up. Wake up. Wake up⏤

“It never goes further?” Mando pressed and your eyes snapped open. Had you said that aloud? “Is it because… You don’t know me. Your mind can’t imagine what it doesn’t know.” This was getting ridiculous. What the fuck was wrong with you? You continued to try and pull away and closed your fists tightly enough to press your nails into your palm⏤ praying the pain would jolt you awake. “Alright.”

His hands suddenly left you and you thought surely this was the start of you finally waking up.

Instead of coming to, you watched in shock as Mando’s hands lifted to his helmet and with no fanfare or build up, he pulled it up and off. Time may have stopped, you may have stopped breathing, you weren’t sure. A stranger was staring down at you, helmet tucked under his arm, with the kindest brown eyes you had ever seen. They were filled with concern and a raw vulnerability you had never seen. A mustache made of brown hair sat above his upper lip and it matched the scruff along his jawline and the messy, loose curls that sat atop his head. 

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, but then the stranger’s eyes softened to admiration and a voice you knew by heart whispered your name. Without thought, your hand lifted to trace his features. His eyes fluttered closed at your touch and a soft exhale left his parted lips.

“Mando?” You mumbled.

He shook his head, eyes opening once more, and he lightly grasped your hand to press it firm against his face. “No. Din.” You felt warm tears drip down your cheeks. “My name is Din Djarin, and you mean everything to me, mesh’la. I am so sorry I ever made you doubt that.”

“This is real?” You whispered. No spice dream had ever gone this far.

“Real. It’s real.” Din leaned in once more so his forehead pressed against yours and the warmth it brought sent a shiver down your spine. “This is real.”

Every single fiber of your being wanted to believe him, most of it did, but there was still a lingering voice of disbelief yelling at the back of your mind. But, you knew exactly how to bowl over that last negative thought. You tilted your head up to softly press your lips against his. Din didn’t pull away, he didn’t deny you that touch, he simply pressed in further to meld his lips around yours. The two of you pulled back after a gentle second and your lips twitch up into a smile at that simple but strong confirmation. 

“You wouldn’t kiss me in my dream.” You admitted. 

“The real me is much too weak to deny you that.” Din replied. He let his helmet fall to his feet so he could wrap both his arms around you. “And if I have to spend the rest of my existence reminding you this is real, with my lips alone, I’d be the luckiest man in the galaxy.”

“Good. Remind me some more.”

[second-axis-point]

I just read this fic called “secondhand high” by nightwideopen on ao3 (please go read it 😉) It was a dincobb fic and it has me in a diabolical chokehold. Do you think you could do something similar with male reader in place of Cobb?

Pairing: Din Djarin x Male!Reader

Warnings: Smoking?

Content: Touch starved!Din, Fluff, Din being generally soft

I absolutely LOVED this fic. Space stoner Cobb has me barking like a dog 🐕‍Thank you for THIS request 🧎‍♂️

First Time for Everything

You had been almost giddy when Cobb had handed you a pack of cigarras. You hadn’t had time to smoke after joining the Mandalorian as his partner and mechanic. Din saw you beaming like the suns, watching you walk back to the small hut the both of you were sharing while on Tatooine. The good Marshal had allowed you to stay in Freetown for as long as you wanted as long as you were okay with sharing.

“What are you so happy about?”

Din kept his tone light. You held up the pack and shook it.

“Got my hands on these.”

You moved through the hut to the back porch while Din followed. You sat back in one of the chairs, laying your head against the wall, and turned your attention to the setting suns. He had already taken off most of his armour, leaving him in his under armour and his helmet. He sat down in the chair next to you and watched as well, only looking away when he heard you digging through the bag.

“Where did you even get those?”

He asked you.

“Our favourite lanky Marshal just happened to come across a few of these. He also just so happened to be in the sharing mood.”

You used to live on Tatooine a while back and you've smoked with Cobb a few times. A lazy smile found its way back onto your face thinking back on fond memories.

“You want one?”

You offered a cigarra to the Mando next to you.

“I can’t really um-”

He cut himself off and awkwardly pointed back towards his helmet. You felt like an idiot.

“Oh shit right. I’m sorry.”

He shook his head and chuckled, the awkwardness dissipating quickly. You retracted your hand and moved your attention back towards the suns. You rifled through your pocket and pulled out your lighter. You place the cigarra into your mouth and light it. Din watches carefully. He watches your fingers as they wrap around the cigarra. He watches your chest rise as you take a long drag. He notices that you turn your head away when you exhale, making sure you blow it away from him. 

The way your body relaxes make him want to take the ciggara from your lips and replace it with himself. The light from the suns made you glow. You looked almost angelic. Rugged and handsome in the setting suns. Once you finished and put it out, you noticed him looking at you and turned your head.

“What’s going on inside that head of yours, Mando?”

Your voice cut through his thoughts, snapping him back to reality. 

“You could have one, I have no problem sharing. I could step inside.”

He appreciated the gesture.

“I would but-”

He cut himself off once again.

“I’ve never actually smoked anything before.”

He looked away, not wanting to face you while you made fun of him. But you didn’t. You hummed quietly and thought for a second.

“I could help you if you want.”

He turned back to you, surprised.

“I can’t take my helmet off.”

You nod.

“I could close my eyes or we could find a blindfold. You don’t have to obviously, but if you do, I have no problem helping you out.”

Din didn’t know how you would help but the way you were smiling at him made him not care quite as much. 

“Alright.”

He nodded, feeling a bit of anxiousness nibble on the very back of his consciousness.

“It’s alright Din, you don’t have to.”

You reminded him, sensing the nervousness in his posture, as you got up to search for something to use as a blindfold.

“No, I want to.”

Seemingly satisfied with his answer, you head back into the hut. You finally find a good piece of cloth to cover your eyes and walk back outside. Din was still sitting, stiff in his chair. You brush your hand on his shoulder as you move next to him.

“Hey, relax. It’s alright.”

You saw him visibly release the tension that was sitting tight in his shoulders, his back hunching slightly. You didn’t sit in the chair, instead you moved it away from the wall and sat down on the wood of the porch. You motioned for Din to do the same. Once he was sitting next to you, you shifted so that you were cross-legged in front of him.

You pulled out another cigarra from the pack and lit it. You grabbed Din’s hand and placed it in his grasp. You pick the cloth back up and tie it tightly around the back of your head. You hold your hand out and he gives the stick back to you. You listen to the slight rustle as he takes his helmet off and places it on the wood next to him.

“Ready?”

You ask him. You were actually a bit excited. You’ve had a weird thing going on with Din for a while. This was the farthest you’ve ever gotten with the Mandalorian.

“I’m not really sure what to do.”

He admits quietly, his voice no longer filtered by the modulator.

“That’s alright.”

A soft smile slid onto your face.

“Just take a deep breath, okay?”

You kept your voice quiet, not wanting to sound forceful or startling.

“Okay.”

Din watches as you bring the cigarra to your lips and take a long drag. His hands shake slightly as he watches you bring a hand up to his cheek and pull him closer. Deep breath. Deep breath. Deep breath. He reminds himself over and over as you lean in. You start exhaling slowly as Din breathes in. His chest is buzzing and his mind is swimming and he’s almost positive it’s not due to the weed. He feels like his whole face is vibrating. Once you start to pull away, he breathes out. It was a lot easier than he thought it was going to be, only coughing slightly.

“You okay Mando?”

You move your hand down to his shoulder. Din’s mind went almost completely blank. The only thing he could think of was how close you had been.

“Can you do that again?”

He asked as soon as the words left your mouth. You looked surprised for a split second before giving him an answer.

“Of course.”

You, once again, took a long drag and ran your hand back up to his face. Only this time, Din did the same. He put both of his hands on either side of your face and pulled you in. His eagerness caused a warmth to radiate up your spine. He pulled you in much closer than before, your lips brushing slightly, almost making you forget to breathe out. But you did. You felt Din breathe out and he didn’t cough this time. Before you could lean back, he closed the distance in between you.

His lips were soft on yours and his hands were brushing across your face. Your cheeks felt hot and you could focus on nothing but the man in front of you. You licked his bottom lip, asking for permission. He opened his mouth and you explored it eagerly. He was the first to pull back, not stopping you as you nibbled down his neck and under his jaw. You revelled in the whine he gave once you pulled away. You both were breathing heavily and his hands were still on your chest. You realised that he was pretty much in your lap.

“What do you think, Din?”

You asked him before bringing the cigarra back to your mouth. He hummed and you felt his eyes on you as you breathed out. He watched the smoke leave your lips as he caught his breath.

“One more.”

Was all he said when you moved to put the cigarra out. You laughed and obliged. This time, he took it from you. You listened to him inhale and felt as his hands ran up your chest and onto your face once again. You opened your mouth and inhaled. His lips were on yours once again and you breathed out of your nose. Din put the cigarra out and climbed fully into your lap. The rest of the night was full of intermittent make-out sessions and teasing.

The next day you walked into the cantina, Cobb saw your laidback posture and waved you over. Once you got closer, he saw the hickies and small bites on your neck. He tossed his head back and laughed at your goofy smile.

“What the hell happened to you? I’ve never seen weed do that before.”

He nudged you with his elbow and ordered you a drink.

“Can’t thank you enough. I gotta drop by here more often.”

You thanked him and took a sip of the drink.

“Well, you and your Mandalorian are always welcome in Freetown, partner.”

Cobb winked, clasped you on the back, and moved to go talk to the other patrons. Your Mandalorian. You could get used to that.

[helpinghanikan]

Domestic December: Day 16

Cobb Vanth: Swimming

It shouldn’t be surprising that Cobb can’t swim. Spending you’re entire life on a desert planet doesn’t give many opportunities to be fully submerged in water. This makes the visit to your home planet a special occasion.

“I’m good right here.” Cobb says, only knee deep in the lake your were swimming around in.

The fresh water was unusually warm for this time of year. Swimming over to him Cobb stepped back from you. Maybe the water was still too cold for him?

“You’re the one who wanted to check out the water, Handsome. It would be a shame to waste all this time.” You say, stepping into his space so you were chest to chest.

“Darling, I didn’t realize there’d be so much water to deal with.” He says, a hand in your hair.

You smile before giving a kiss. “I’ll protect you.” You promise. “Just take my hands.”

He’s never had a reason not to trust you. Placing his hands in yours he keeps his eyes on you. Walking backwards into the deeper part of the water, Cobb following slowly into the water,

His eyes get a bit wider when the water reaches past his stomach. Stepping closer until your chest to chest. Holding onto you like a lifeline, but still following into the water.

“See? It’s not so bad.” You say, stopping when you were both chest deep.

“Until my foot gives out and I’m drowning.” Cobb says, holding you close. “This is nice, though. Just don’t go too far, this place is cold.”

“That’s why you gotta go all the way in.” You say, dropping down into the water.

Cobb is watching when you come back up. Although he smiles it’s obvious that he isn’t planning on joining you under the waves.

[keeshya6]

Is He Good To You?

(Mando x Female Reader x Cobb Vanth. Explicit threesome fanfic. 18+)

A "What if...?" scenario.

An off-shoot, AU from chapter 17 of my main fic An Unexpected Meeting.

What if Mando was a little less possessive and was feeling generous?

What if Cobb was even more of a shameless flirt than usual?

What if Reader was feeling adventurous?

Click the title above to find out on Ao3!

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"You still haven't answered my question though, Vanth," he says, once again looking at you even though he's speaking to Cobb.

Cobb scowls. "What question?"

"Would you like to see just how good I treat her?" Mando repeats and you arch a slender brow at him.

Cobb tilts his head with confusion. "Well… how would I see that?" he asks, incredulously.

A beskar clad shoulder shrugs. "By letting you two continue what I interrupted."

Your eyes widen at that statement, said so casually.

(Read more on Ao3!)

[ghostofaboy]

Ghost of a Boy Kinktober 2024 Masterlist

Day 1 - Frottage - Frankie Morales/Marcus Pike (820 words)

Day 2- Lingerie - Dave York/Marcus Pike (574 words)

Day 3 - Titfucking - Max Lord/M!OC (963 words)

Day 4 - Hate Sex - Halsin/Pero Tovar (1073 words)

Day 5 - Fisting - Jack Daniels/M!OC (1102 words)

Day 6 - Rimming - Din Djarin/Cobb Vanth (907 words)

Day 7 - Deepthroating - Dave York/Marcus Pike (925 words)

Day 8 - Glory Hole - Javier Peña (721 words)

Day 9 - Sex Toys - Din Djarin (1119 words)

Day 10 - Fingering - Frankie Morales/Marcus Pike (760 words)

Day 11 - Bondage - Jack Daniels/Javier Peña (504 words)

Day 12 - Sex Pollen - Male Sole Survivor/Paladin Danse (1451 words)

Day 13 - Oviposition - Marcus Moreno (2185 words)

Day 14 - Triple Penetration - Marcus Pike/Javier Peña/Dave York/Frankie Morales

Day 15 - Biting - Halsin/GN!Reader

Day 16 - Mutual Masturbation - Elder Maxson/Paladin Danse

Day 17 - Formal Wear - Steve Murphy/Javier Peña

Day 18 - Body Worship - Male Sole Survivor/Paladin Danse

Day 19 - Sensory Deprivation - Frankie/Tilly

Day 20 - TBD

Day 21 - Shower Sex - Jack Daniels/M!Reader

Day 22 - Sixty-Nine - Marcus Moreno/M!Reader

Day 23 - Object Insertion - Elder Maxson

Day 24 - Knotting - Halsin/Din Djarin

Day 25 - Facials - Elder Maxson/Paladin Danse

Day 26 - Voyeurism - Frankie Morales/Santi Garcia

Day 27 - Monster Fucking - Halsin/Minotaur

Day 28 - Nippleplay - Javi Gutierrez/GN! Reader

Day 29 - Size Difference - Din Djarin/M!OC

Day 30 - TBD

Day 31 - Free Choice

[goblininawig]

The Future Has Many Paths

Rated T | Chapters 15/? | ~41k Words | A03 | Mood Board

Summary: Marooned on Arvala-7, you meet a Mandalorian who offers you a job. Accepting it leads you down a path you never imagined, full of both wonders and terrors.

Chapters 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | to be continued...

Tags: Din Djarin & Reader, Din Djarin/Reader, Din Djarin, You, Grogu | Baby Yoda, Kuiil, Greef Karga, Original Force-Sensitive Characters, Caben, Stoke, Omera, Winta, Peli Motto, Toro Calican, Fennec Shand, Boba Fett, Cobb Vanth, Ranzar Malk, Migs Mayfeld, Burg, Zero | Q9-0, Xi'an, Qin, IG-11, Paz Vizsla, The Armorer, Moff Gideon, Original Non-Human Character(s), Carson Teva, Mythrol Bounty, Penn Pershing, Bo-Katan Kryze, Koska Reeves, Axe Woves, Force Priestesses, Force-Sensitive Reader, Starship Razor Crest | Din Djarin's ST-70 Assault Ship, Canon Universe, Canon Rewrite, Canon-Typical Behavior, Canon-Typical Violence, Reader-Insert, Din Djarin Doesn't Remove the Helmet, Grogu | Baby Yoda Stays with Din Djarin, Hurt/Comfort, Force Healing, New Republic Era, Mandalorian Covert From Nevarro, Clan Mudhorn, Found Family, The Force, Ewok Species, Mandalorian Clans, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, The World Between Worlds, Mentioned Snoke, Mentioned Kylo Ren, Mentioned Vader, Mentioned Yoda, Mentioned Thrawn, Slow Romance, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

A/N: Reader is a chaotic good opportunist, along the lines of Lando Calrissian, Han Solo, Trace Martez, and Phee Genoa…. but with Force-sensitivity and low-grade powers.

[oh-three]

Hi! I thought it would be fun to invite some peeps to share a lil about themselves if they so desire. Absolutely feel free to delete this without a second thought! ☺️ But if it pleases the jury…

What do you like to do most on tumblr — write, draw, read, etc?

Any favorite fics, with a tiny summary and why they’re so good? It’s ok if it’s your own! 😜

3 of your favorite blogs to follow and why?

Favorite SW character and why?

Ok, I suppose I’m done interrogating. 🤓 Toodle-oo!

Oh, why thank you! I'm honored to have been selected 😅

What do you like to do most on tumblr — write, draw, read, etc?

I both write and draw a lot. Sort of a lot? I've gotten quite busy recently, so that's toned down a bit. But. Yeah.

Any favorite fics, with a tiny summary and why they’re so good? It’s ok if it’s your own! 😜

@inquisitorius-sin-bin's Ride Or Die. It's written very thoroughly, and everything has meaning. I like well-detailed things like that. This one's about the Grand Inquisitor post-Fire Across The Galaxy and him learning how to fit in amongst his own kind. It's a reader insert fic, but definitely the best of its kind. Songbird by Tafkak. It's set pretty much right after TBOBF, centered around an OC named Lore Colt. It follows her from a slaver's captivity through the downfall of his organization- and she gains a couple of lovers and children along the way. I came for the Cobb Vanth, stayed for the plot. @nobody-expects-the-inquisitorius's Silver And Gold. This one is again about the Grand Inquisitor, before he became and Inquisitor. It's a sweet little one-shot with amazing imagery and metaphors that showcase his Fall. Also, it's written by my Tumblr bestie. I can't not shout her out.

3 of your favorite blogs to follow and why?

@nobody-expects-the-inquisitorius who not only feels like a bestie, but sometimes a twin; @inquisitorius-sin-bin because they're wonderfully kind and produce some really damn good artwork; and @onewolfaday because I just love wolves that much.

Favorite SW character and why?

This is probably one of my least favorite questions (affectionate). I love so many of them 😂😂. Here's a few: Cobb Vanth, the Grand Inquisitor, the Eighth Brother, Marrok, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Mace Windu, Rex, Fives, Tech, Mayday- and yeah, I'm gonna stop there. There's a lot more, though.

[chaostheoryy]

Take Me Home Tonight [Cobb Vanth X GN!Reader]

Summary: Despite refusing their invitation in fear of having your feelings toward Cobb Vanth exposed, you end up joining a group of friends for a game of truth or dare at the cantina. When things take a turn, you discover that fear was very well warranted. Fortunately for you, the outcome is much more rewarding than you expected.

Rating: Teen

Warnings: Alcohol consumption, adult language, making out, sexual/flirtatious comments (but no actual sex)

Word Count: 3.7K

A/N: Shoutout to @charming-merlin​ for sending in this request. After writing “Place Your Bets”, this one came easy. You gotta love a good alcohol-laced confession at the cantina. As per the chaos standard, no beta.

When Cobb, Taanti, and a few other Mos Pelgo villagers invited you to join them in a rowdy alcohol-fueled game of Truth or Dare, you declined. You knew exactly how it was going to go down. They would start off playful and dumb, daring each other to drink highly questionable mixes of foreign cocktails or drive around the outskirts of town ass-backwards on a speederbike with their eyes blindfolded. Innocent, terribly stupid fun.

But things would escalate. You knew that fully well. The deeper into the game they got, the more personal it’d get. They’d pry for the deepest, darkest truths imaginable. If there was a secret that anyone at the table had tucked away in their silly little heads, they would sniff it out like rabid massiffs. Every mistake you’ve made, every lover you’ve had, every embarrassing memory you made would be laid out on the table for the group to see. The last thing in the world you wanted was to have your truth shoved into the spotlight.

And yet, after declining their invitation several times over, there you were sitting on a stool in the middle of the cantina, surrounded by friends howling with excitement as Taanti placed an empty bottle on the table before you.

“Since you were so against the idea,” the Weequay bartender said, “We’ll hand you the reigns. Spin and whoever it lands on will be the first victim. Truth or dare, dealer’s choice.”

All eyes were on you in an instant. Anticipation radiated from the bodies around you like sunlight reflected on beskar. If ever there was a moment you wished you could just vanish into thin air and become one with the Force, it would have been then.

Swallowing your pride, you reached out to grab the bottle.

“Fine. Let’s get this over with.”

Then, with a deep breath, you flicked your wrist and let the empty container fly. Violent rattling of glass against stone echoed through the back cove of the cantina as everyone held their breath. Round and round it went until it jingled to a stop with the neck pointed directly at the silver-haired figure of Cobb Vanth.

A chorus of eager hollering erupted around the table. Tongue pressed to the inside of his cheek, Cobb’s mouth twisted into an amused smirk, eyes trailing over the length of the bottle until he was staring you down. You felt your heart still in your chest.

“Well, alright then,” the armor-clad Marshal said, leaning forward to rest his left arm on the table, “Fire away, sweetheart.”

Even when you caved into joining the game, you knew it wasn’t going to be easy. There were too many questions in your mind, too many things you wanted that man to do if he chose dare. Never in your life had you been more attracted to and fascinated by a person. He wasn’t just a sight for sore eyes. He was bold, brave, charming, and, above all else, selfless. You wanted him in every way possible but you knew you were never even going to come close to finding the confidence to ask for more than the beautiful friendship you’d been granted. Not when he was the heart and soul of the tiny town you called home.

“‘Kay, Marshal, truth or dare?”

“Dare.”

Of course. Cobb choosing dare was as predictable as the setting suns. While he wasn’t exactly the type of guy to keep secrets and drop a thermal detonator of truth had he chosen the former option, he was a thrill-seeker through and through. If there was personal risk involved, he wanted to throw his hat in the ring.

With his choice came your challenge. Of the thousand and one things you wanted him to do, which would you select to start the evening? What could you get him to do that would keep things fun for everyone, perhaps more so for you than anyone else?

Your gaze lingered on the chest plate of his rusted Mandalorian armor. Then, an idea crashed into you with the force of a raging sand ape.

“I dare you to take a piece of that armor off every single time someone chooses dare. Doesn’t matter if you’re involved or not. If someone foregoes the truth, you’re strippin’ down.”

Cobb cocked his brow. “And when I run outta armor?”

“Guess you gotta find somethin’ else to remove.”

“So that’s how we’re gonna play it, huh?”

“You got an issue with that?”

The half-impressed, half-questioning look on his face said it all: you’d fired a quick shot that even he couldn’t outgun. Never one to shy away from a challenge, he sat back and started undoing the fastenings of his right forearm plate.

“Not a one,” he replied smugly as he pried the first piece of beskar from his wrist and dropped it on the floor.

One down. How many more would have to go?

To your delight, everyone at the table was just as eager to force him to strip. Turn after turn, participants chose to face a dare. One person had to lay on the bar and hang their head over the edge until the blood rush made them pass out. Another person had to serve as a human footstool for the remainder of the game. Hell, even you took the risk of a dare and ended up licking the bottom of Taanti’s old, sand-worn boot.

Dare by dare, pieces of Cobb’s armor fell to the floor. Arms and shoulders went first, then the chest plate and his holster fell to the wayside. Each and every time he removed a piece of armor or accessory, he made it a point to stare you down. It was as if he was proving his grit, reminding you that he wasn’t backing down from your challenge no matter what. Even when he stood up to remove his belt and the room erupted into howls and impish whistles, he held your gaze. The sheer intensity of his stare stimulated a sensation that made you feel both exceedingly nervous and achingly excited at the same time.

When he was down to just his shirt, pants, and boots, it was finally Cobb’s turn to ask you the question of the night.

“Truth or dare?”

You swallowed. Part of you wanted to say dare. One more dare and he’d be ripping off his shirt. As enticing as it was though, the other part of you that felt guilty for putting him in that position was ready to give him a break. You’d started off the game with a long-running dare that, depending on who you asked, could have been seen as a dirty ploy that violated the rules. The least you could do was let him have a moment of strip-free peace.

“I’ll save you from having to show anymore skin,” you said with a playful smile, “Truth.”

He nodded slowly, lips pursed as he held a silent debate in his head. Something about the way he was eyeing you made it clear that you were about to regret your choice. The expression on his face wasn’t one of anger or malcontent; it was penetrating and uncomfortably suspicious. Whatever he was pondering wasn’t good for you or your anxiety, you knew that for sure.

“Alright…Of all the people in Freetown, who is the one person you’d want to take home tonight? No holds barred, this is the person you’re dyin’ to get your hands on.”

The smile on your face dropped faster than lightspeed. Your stomach sank. Whatever alcohol-induced joy remained at that hour was flushed from your system and you found yourself instantaneously sobered. Cobb didn’t just open fire. He fired back with a goddamn missile launcher and he was right on the mark.

An uncomfortable silence fell over the table. All eyes were on you, blatantly staring in anticipation. You could have been stripped down to your underwear and tossed in the middle of the busiest street in Mos Eisley and you still wouldn’t have felt as exposed as you did in that moment.

“I don’t—“ You stammered, “Look, it’s not that I don’t roll that way. I’m just very independent and focused on myself so—“

“Answer the question.”

“I thought I just told you I’m not lookin’ to—“

“You’re an awful liar.”

“Shut up.”

“I’ll shut up as soon as you answer the damn question. The more time you waste comin’ up with shitty excuses, the more I’m gonna pick on you.”

“What if I choose dare instead?”

“Not how the game works, sweetheart.”

You frowned as your patience started to grow unbearably thin. If there was ever going to be an awards ceremony for the most stubborn individual in the Outer Rim, Cobb Vanth would definitely be going home with the crown.

“Why not?”

“No back peddlin’. You made your choice.”

“But if I don’t have an answer then it doesn’t—“

“I’m not buyin’ it,” he asserted.

“You don’t have to buy shit, just let it go.”

“Nuh-uh. I’m not letting nothin’ go. Answer the question.”

“Cobb, I swear to the gods, if you don’t knock it off—“

“Answer it.”

“YOU, OKAY,” you exclaimed, slamming your hand on the table as you rose from your seat in a blinding torrent of rage and embarrassment, “Dammit, Cobb, just—“

Your ears burned as you grabbed a handful of credits from your pocket. Dropping them on the table, you bent over in a mocking curtsy.

“I’m going home. Final round’s on me.”

“Now, hold on, darlin’,” Cobb tried to interject, “Don’t storm off. Let’s just cool off and talk—“

You didn’t give him the chance to finish. A few long strides and you were out the door, stomping down the stairs of the cantina and into the dusty street that ran through the center of Mos Pelgo’s humble facade.

The concoction of shame, anger and fear boiling inside of you burned hotter than the lava on Mustafar. A part of you wanted to bury your body beneath the dunes and wait for the sun-baked sands to erode your flesh. Another part wanted to punch a hole through the nearest wall and yet another part just wanted to curl up in bed and cry until your tear ducts were just as dry as the Jundland Wastes. The whole reason you didn’t want to play their stupid game was to avoid outing yourself in front of the person you loved most. Now here you were, emotions stripped down to their bones and left in the cold.

Brain fried, you wandered down the street to the edge of town and sat down on the porch outside your front door. You felt hollow. Too much had happened with too little preparation. All you could do was float in the sea of your disappointment and wait for the waves to push you back to shore.

You hadn’t been perched there for long before the familiar shuffle of boots trudging through sand reached your ears. Looking over your shoulder wasn’t necessary. You knew exactly who it was before he even circled around the building.

“You come all this way to laugh at me?” You muttered bitterly.

Cobb came to a stop in front of you, hands finding their way to his hips. The look on his face stumped you. He seemed frustrated. His brow was furrowed; the corners of his mouth yanked down into a frown. You were the one who’d just been forced to confess in the middle of a drinking game yet he was the one who seemed downright offended.

“You really think I’m the type o’ guy to stoop that low?”

“I don’t know what to think, frankly.”

“Alright. Don’t think then. Feel,” he said, “No hesitations, just tell me exactly what you’re feelin’ right now.”

You stared at him for a moment, trying to figure out what his endgame was. To say you were confused would have been a pretty massive understatement. Any normal person who’d just found out one of their closest friends had feelings for them would be surprised and maybe even a little uncomfortable; they wouldn’t be dealing with whatever the hell kind of prying impatience Cobb was putting off.

“I feel like an idiot. I feel embarrassed and ashamed and, if I’m being honest, a bit pissed. There was a reason I didn’t wanna join your stupid game but you all kept harassing me, making me feel like an ass for not wantin’ to play. And now here I am sitting on the goddamn porch feelin’ like I got trampled by a ronto.”

“‘Cause you weren’t ready to tell me?”

“Not in the slightest.”

“Why’s that?”

You scoffed, shaking your head in disbelief. “What’re you interrogating me or somethin’? Look, I never wanted to tell you because I know better. You’re the most attractive, most likable guy in the Wastes. Everyone respects you, everyone admires you, and everyone wants to be around you. I’m just…”

Your words faded for a moment as a blanket of self-loathing draped over your shoulders. A sigh rolled off your tongue.

“I’m nothing.”

The look of malcontent on his face worsened. By that point the expression bordered on untamed infuriation.

“You really believe that?”

With a nod, you looked down at your boots. Worn-out, faded, and abused by the desert, they looked exactly how you felt on the inside. At least they had sturdy soles to keep them from crumbling. The cracks in your foundation were far beyond repair.

Cobb exhaled loudly. It was a haughty, resolute huff that would have made any man flinch nervously had he made that sound in combat.

“It’s your turn.”

You looked up. “What?”

“For the game. Truth or dare. It’s your turn to ask me the question.”

“C’mon, Cobb, just give it a rest. I’m not in the mood for this.”

“Please, darlin’, just humor me one more time. One round, that’s it. As soon as I answer, I’ll turn tail and leave you alone, I promise.”

“Fine,” you mumbled in defeat, “Truth or dare.”

“I pick truth. And I want you to ask me this one thing: how do I feel about you?”

You couldn’t help the quizzical look on your face. Cobb Vanth’s mind was an enigma; he was stupidly stubborn, ridiculously confident, and unbearably sweet all at once. Sometimes, when you weren’t sure which of those features was trying to take the spotlight, he was truly impossible to read.

With great hesitation, you asked, “how do you…feel…about me?”

“That’s a great question. Lemme ponder that for a minute. Hmmm…Well, let’s start with this. I feel warm when I’m with you; like there’s this little heater inside o’ me that kicks in every time you come near. Your smile makes me bold. It makes me wanna act like an idiot and do stupid, gutsy things that’ll get you to laugh just so I can see you grin some more. Your eyes trap me like quicksand; one quick gaze and suddenly I can’t bring myself to move. They’re beautiful and bewilderin’ and if I could drown myself in ‘em, I would. And your touch…”

He exhaled, shaking his head slightly. His hand ran over the front of his shirt as if he were trying to smooth out the fabric and make himself more presentable; as if the very thought of your touch disheveled him.

“Sweetheart, when you touch me, it takes every ounce o’ strength I got not to crumble. You hug me and I wanna cling to you for the rest o’ my days. You brush your hand over mine and my skin starts to melt from my bones. You lean on me and I have no choice but to lean back ‘cause you pull me in like some kinda primitive tractor beam. And if I ever grant myself a moment to think about what it’d feel like to have you touch me in other ways…Dank ferrick does it do somethin’ to me.”

Color found its way to your cheeks at that. You weren’t alone in your fantasies. He was right there with you, thinking about what more the two of you could do together. Just as you wanted to experience new things with him, he was dreaming of crossing boundaries and letting you know him more intimately than anyone else.

Cobb stepped forward and sat down on the step just below yours. With his body angled toward you, he continued, “I feel like riskin’ it all for you. No price that I could pay in credits or labor would be enough to match what you’re worth. You’re a treasure just beyond my reach and sometimes just bein’ able to look at you, just bein’ able to appreciate you is good enough for me. I’ll take anything and everything you’ll give me without complaint. And whatever you want from me, I’ll hand it to you in a heartbeat. If I gotta give up everything I have just to stay at your side, then I will.”

He reached out and gently grabbed your hand, pulling it from its resting place in your lap and holding it in the space between you. His thumb rolled over the back of your hand a few times. Then, eyeing you with the scrutiny and curiosity of a philosopher the entire time, he brought it up to his lips to plant a kiss just above your knuckles. Facial hair scratched lightly at the skin on the back of your fingers, sending a wave of goosebumps up your arm. The sensation made your lungs falter.

“I wanna treat you right,” he murmured, “I wanna make you feel safe and loved and whole. I want you to go home every night knowing that no matter what happens to me, to you, to the town, or even to the goddamn galaxy; no matter what, I will love you with my whole heart and nothing less.”

Time stopped and the world went eerily quiet. All you could hear was the thud of your heart pounding against your ribcage and the soft huff of your own breath. It was just you, your emotions, and the soft touch of a man too wonderful to let go. Tears pricked at the corner of your eyes.

“You…love me..?”

He nodded, the gentlest, most sincere of smiles on his face. “‘Course I do, darlin’. I may not be the brightest of the bunch but I sure as hell ain’t dumb enough to overlook the fact that you’re everything a guy like me could ever ask for.”

You almost choked on a sob as joyful teardrops rolled down your cheek. A coy grin tugged at your lips as you cried. Sitting on your front porch crying like a sappy romantic made you feel like a bumbling, blubbering fool but there wasn’t a thing you could do about it, especially when he kept looking at you like you were the brightest star in the sky.

“I know I said that was the last round but I want you to ask me one more time,” he said softly.

This time you didn’t argue before asking, “Truth or dare?”

“Dare.”

Wiping your eye with the back of your hand, you let out a laugh. “What am I supposed to dare you to do now?”

“Dare me to kiss you.”

A lump caught in your throat that took a surprising amount of energy to force down. Your cheeks felt hot, the thudding in your chest growing more erratic. Something new stirred inside you, something anxious but excited to play along. Even though your voice barely registered above a whisper when you spoke, that antsy little creature forced the words out of your mouth.

“I dare you to kiss me.”

Never one to shy away from a dare, Cobb accepted your request with a tiny nod. Then, releasing your hand to cup both of his palms under your jaw, he pulled you down to meet him halfway. Soft lips pressed against yours and threw you into a state of bliss. Your eyes fluttered closed as you tilted your head to welcome his tender kiss. The sharp taste of alcohol lingered on his lips. It was faint, as if the ghost of his drink was clinging to his flesh just to remind you of his pointed stares back at the cantina.

You grasped onto the edge of the porch in attempt to brace yourself when he deepened the kiss. Lips rolled over one another like a krayt dragon slithering through the dunes and tongues dipped in and out of your mouths to explore new territories. Even when he shifted onto his knees, he refused to release you. You parted your legs and welcomed him between them, a soft exhale of delight drifting from your throat when you felt the warmth of his body between your thighs.

“You wanna take me home tonight, baby?”

You nearly snorted with laughter. As sexy as it was to hear him ask you that question, you couldn’t help yourself.

He pulled back, a semi-offended look on his brow. “What?”

“Sorry, I’m not—“ You chuckled. “It’s just the fact that, uh, I technically already took you home.”

Brow furrowed, he looked past your head at the front door. Realization quickly smoothed out the wrinkles on his forehead when he remembered you were actually making out on your front porch.

“Oh.”

“Not tryna ruin your whole seductive, hot, eligible bachelor schtick, I promise. Just thought I should point that out.”

“Huh.” He sat back on his haunches, one hand falling from your face to hold your outer thigh. “Well, that does make things a bit easier, doesn’t it?”

“You like things easy, Marshal?”

He narrowed his eyes playfully. “You really gonna start teasin’ me right now?”

“I really am. You owe me another piece of clothing by the way.”

“Beg your pardon?”

“You brought the game to my porch so all established plays are carried over and you, sir, chose a dare,” you said with a smirk, “That means you gotta shed another layer.”

He chuckled, both impressed by your commitment to the game and amused by the idea of having to strip for you again.

“I’ll tell you what,” he hummed, “Why don’t we go inside right now and you can dare me a dozen times over until you’ve gotten every last bit of me out in the open. How’s that sound?”

You wrapped your arms around his neck and leaned in to steal a kiss.

“Sounds like my kinda game.”

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Worried

Prompt: "You almost died and you're making jokes?" Requested By: @spuffyfan394

Plot: Y/n is worried after Cobb is shot by Cad Bane; and stays by his side back in Boba Fetts palace, waiting for him to wake up.

Pairing: Cobb Vanth x GN!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of gunfire and injuries. Spoilers for The Book of Boba Fett Finale Episode.

Words: 697

General Taglist: @criminaly-supernatural, @caswinchester2000, @imaginesfire, @rexit-mo Star Wars/Mandalorian Taglist: @hoeforthefictional

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You watched with baited breath, gripping the post in front of you. Cobb and the stranger were staring each other down. Their hands hovering over their holstered blasters.

For a moment, Cobb's eyes flicked past the strangers shoulder, meeting yours. He could see the fear in your eyes. Winking, to reassure you, you let out a breath, feeling your worries barely alleviated.

Seeing movement nearby, you looked towards the deputy, as he stood impatiently nearby. Seeing him getting ready to reach for his blaster, your eyes widened. At the same time, Cobb noticed the deputies movements, distracting him.

You felt your heart stop as the stranger fired, striking Cobb in the shoulder, before he could get his own blaster out. The stranger turned and fired at the deputy, again and again. You opened your mouth to call out, but your words died on your lips. You stared at Cobbs motionless body.

When he was done, the stranger looked around, his eyes passing over you briefly. You felt rage rocket through you, but pushed it away.

His voice called out, echoing through the town. "Tatooine belongs to the syndicate. As long as the spice keeps running, everyone will be left alone." Turning, the stranger walked back out into the desert.

Once he was past you, you quickly ran to Cobb's side. Tears were welling in your eyes as you turned him onto his back, lying his head in your lap. His breath was baited, and slow.

"Cobb?" You whispered, hoping his eyes would flutter open, that he would make a sound. "Cobb?" You whispered, stifling a shaky sob.

When he made no movement and no sound, you looked out at the sandy plane, as the man disappeared into the dusty distance. You glared, feeling anger pulse through you again. Looking down at Cobb, you pressed your forehead against his.

You would not let them get away with this. You would not let their terror rule over you. You would help the Mandalorian and Boba Fett, and you would see this stranger get what he deserved.

- - - - - - - -

You stared down at Cobb, his breathing was steady, and his shoulder healed. Boba Fett brought in a specialist, to alter his shoulder that had been damaged. You wondered how he would react when he woke to find his altered state.

Looking around the room, you thought back on everything that had happened.

You and the others from Freetown came to Boba Fett's aid against the Syndicate. In return for your help, he helped to heal Cobb. He had yet to wake since the day the stranger, who you now knew as Cad Bane, had shot him down.

Lost in thought, you didn't notice Cobb's eyes flutter open. Looking around, his eyes landed on you, as you stood over him, your face pensive.

"Hey you." He muttered out.

Your eyes shot down at the sound of his voice. "Cobb" You said breathless as a smile formed on your face. You placed your hand on the top of his head, running your fingers through his damp hair. "How are you feeling?"

"Uh...alright I think. What the hell happened?"

"It's a long story, but, the ending is, that Boba Fett lent the use of his Bacta tank to heal you. But..."

"But?"

"But, they had to add alterations to your shoulder."

He furrowed his brow before looking down at his shoulder. Reaching his hand up he gripped it, and rolled it, feeling an unusual tightness within, noting the lack of discomfort. "Well. With this, maybe next time I'll be able to reach my blaster faster"

You let out a huff of breath and rolled your eyes with a shake of the head. "You almost died and you're making jokes?"

He gave you a tired smirk before reaching over and grabbing your hand. "I'm sorry. But hey. I'm okay. Right?"

You smiled down at him. "Yeah, you're okay. But you had me worried."

Reaching up, he gently cupped your face. "When don't I worry you?"

Leaning down you hovered above his face. "Never." After pressing a soft, quick kiss to his lips, you rested your forehead on his.

"Now-" he began, "Tell me this 'long story.'"

xx End xx

Unfortunately I could not think of a great idea for this, buuut, I hope you like it.

[itsmedemibones]

Well, folks. The day has finally come.

I haven’t written fan fiction since my Kingdom Hearts days in like 2006, but here we go. I have like 15 chapters already outlined, and no end it sight, so here’s hoping I keep it up. Even if no one reads my silly little Reader Insert, I’m proud to be writing creatively again lol.

[helpinghanikan]

Domestic December day 3

Cobb Vanth: After work

He gets home with a groan and boots full of sand. He doesn’t need to announce that he’s home. You can hear the slamming of his shoes on the outside of your home. No matter how hard he tries to get all the junk out, it’s never going to happen.

“Hi, Beautiful,” He says when finally laying his eyes on you.

The kiss on your cheek is chaste. If you wanted you could grab his head and turn this into a real kiss. But he wouldn’t go about that on his own.

Instead he heads for the kitchen. Where he’ll ask what you’re drinking because all he can think about is some water and maybe a caf. Turning the machine on even though he’d be complaining about not being able to sleep in a few hours.

“This town is sucking you dry,” You’d say, taking your glass from him. “I hate that they’re taking my job from me.”

Although you’ve made the joke before Cobb still coughs while taking a drink. Finally getting a smile that you really wanted when he got home.

“Don’t say stuff like that when I’m this tired.” He says, putting an arm around your back.

“That’s the only way I’m going to get you to sleep if you keep drinking caf at night.” You reply, getting a kiss on the head for your efforts.

“I like the taste,” He argues, a drink from the mug for effect. “Almost as much as I like the taste of you, Beautiful.” Your nights are filled will silly little flirting like this. You don’t get the chance to be all lovey-dovey like other people are. Hell, you barely get to see the man during work hours. So being able to make him blush and lead him by the hand to your bedroom was better than nothing.

[emperor-palpaminty]

What if you're new in town to Mos Pelgo and you're meeting the Marshal for the first time 😳

holy shit holy shit yes

The desert was hot- much too hot. You tugged your hood around you, tighter, to somewhat shield the wind around you. You moved through the small town, nodding politely at what town members you passed them by. Bright colors were unfamiliar to them, it seemed- it so it was on Tattooine.

You tugged the green wrap around you tighter, moving between buildings. The Bounty on your head from that damn hut was expensive enough, and the last thing you needed to do was be recognized, which was why this little settlement was perfect. Anonymous, forgotten, perhaps you could live in peace.

You glanced around, eyes catching the only building with more than three people loitering. The bar- that had to have been it. Your mouth watered at the thought of any cold liquid. You had been walking for days and grit has filled the cracks between your every atom. You swallowed and walked towards it, lowering the cowl around your head to sit on your shoulders. You offered a brief smile to patrons, glancing up, half with suspicion and half caution. Wariness was thicker than smoke and drink. You dropped some credits on the counter.

"Water, please."

The tender nodded, quickly pouring a glass. The water, though not clear from it's pitcher, made an utterly salacious sound as it sloshed into the cup. Your mouth felt parched suddenly- was the water pouring slower than it should have been?

"What brings you around here?" The bartender stopped pouring, cautious, withholding the drink.

Your fingers twitched, short of snatching it. "Nothing. Looking for a new life."

He paused, then slid the glass to you. The bottom toussled against the coarse sandstone counter, but you grabbed it nonetheless and drank.

"Must have been out for a while in the dunes," A cool voice settled into the stool by you.

You downed the whole glass of water at this point and you now smacked it against the counter, motioning for more. You glanced over at him as the man tossed another credit on the counter, nodding at the bartender. "More water for her."

"You got it, Marshall."

You chuckled, sitting back, turning more towards the man sitting by you. "Thanks. You must be the local law enforcement?"

He smiled, glancing at her, eyes sparking, promising for her a good conversation and, perhaps, a better future.

[dinthehottotty]

A Thing About Silver (Part 1)

Din Djarin x Reader x Cobb Vanth

Reader is really horny and Mando refuses to give into her prompts. She takes comfort from Cobb before returning to Din.

Warnings: Smut, cream pies, jealous!Mando, unprotected sex, fingering, oral sex, mentions of masturbation, dirty talk, degradation, rough sex. Minor psychological break, this turned out more fucked up than intended. Angst. Rejection.

...

You'd felt the sexual frustration for months now. And not just a couple. It was going on nine months. Nine! And stuffing your fingers up inside you in the dark of your bunk before Mando came into the room was far from satisfactory. The desperate and quick orgasms were becoming even less powerful, making you chase multiples only to find a lack luster completion. And recently you'd even resorted to when he was there. You'd listen for his quiet breathing and pray to all the gods that he was long since passed out.

It felt like your cunt hadn't stopped aching for months. The whole time you'd thrown flirty comments at Mando. At first he ignored them. But the things you said went from cute little flirts to filthy fucking language. Especially when he joined in, throwing random comments in it. You shiver every time you think of him saying ‘Now is not the time to stare at me so you can think of me in your bunk later.” You’d given him a naughty grin as he told you to hand him a tool on your other side while he worked on a panel inside the ship. His quips were getting better.

There was something about being in that little bo-dunk strip in the dessert that reminded you just how thirsty you were. What you wouldn't give to gulp down (not even his at this point) some thick cock.

Ugh. Even the thought made you internally cringe.

You were getting desperate.

And then the Marshall walked in.

Your heart stuttered automatically in your chest. Hard. Dirty thoughts of getting railed by not one, but two Mandalorians had your brain short circuiting. Oh, filth oozed from you.

And then he removed his helmet and you speed ran the five stages of grief. Just as acceptance rolled in, Mando demanded he 'take it off or that he would.' It was low and threatening and made you nearly lose your mind even thought his intent was murder and not some western style three-way. Nonetheless, it would steamroll your dreams nightly.

You didn't expect Vanth to charm you the way he had. You suppose it was his silver hair and pearly grin at work with your dry spell because normally you had a thing for mocha skin and soulful brown eyes.

Now, the deep ache had reached not just between your legs but deep in your belly. There was a monster hooked in your cervix and you needed something to beat it to death in there. Fuck were you getting desperate.

Almost an entire week of Vanth flirting with you and Mando barely acknowledging it. Like it didn't matter. Oh, did that make you boil. And here, celebrating back in the town for killing that godforsaken sand dragon, you were about to spill over. Especially when Vanth smirks at you from across the bar, a lift to one of his brows, questioning your next move.

You hadn't given him an inch on the mission. Not a smile or a blush. Just kept your mouth shut and glanced to Mando who'd plainly ignore it.

You didn't know if he didn't see Vanth as competition or if he just didn't care. You reach back for your drink on the bar, ready to throw one back in attempt to burn our the flames between your legs. A flash of silver catches your eye.

Glancing over, you see Mando striding over from the door.

"Room is ready. Go get some sleep. We leave early." He orders.

With liquid courage in your system, you glare at him and turn back to your drink. You motion for the bar keep to refill you. "Are you going to be joining me? Or are you going to leave me high and dry again?" You manage out the growl.

He stares at you in silence and you face him, giving a question lift to your eyebrows, a lack of anything other than blatant distaste in your features.

"You're drunk." He decides.

"Getting there." You snap and take a slow sip of your drink, eyeing the tinted visor on his face.

He watches as you twist your body toward Vanth again and lean against the bar. He's calmly watching the exchange between you both from across the loud room.

"Tell you what, you give me one good dance to the next song and I'll go back to the room with you right now." He doesn't budge.

"No," is his only answer. You shake your head and scoff.

"Fine," you reply.

"I'll leave you here if you're not up tomorrow at sunrise." He threatens. Honestly you're more surprised he's not mushing you back toward the ship as you speak.

"If you don't stop me, I'm going to dance with Vanth." He's quite once more. You allow your head to lazily loll back towards the Mandalorian. He's stiff as a board and so quiet you decide to continue with your liquid courage. "Tell me 'no' and I won't fuck him. Tell me you'll take me back to the room and bruise my cervix right now and I won't go seek him out to do it instead." Mando turns to look toward Vanth now. You see his fists tighten, the leather stretching tight across his knuckles.

"Say no," you prompt again. The air is filling with the bustle of the space around you but it stills between the three of you, like lightning about to hit. You straighten to your full height and step close, hovering within inches of his space. You lower your voice to honeyed whisper. "Take me back to the room, Din." His head twitches your way, but barely. "Use me like a whore. I just need to feel something. Something other than my own damn hands or my fucking pillow, please just say no." Give me hope.

He remains silent and watches Vanth. His body is turned towards you, but his head is directed at the Marshall. You wish you could get a read on him but for the life of you, you can't. He just remains silent.

Finger tips brush your arm, bare ones. You hadn't realized Vanth had slid across the small bar to your side. "Hey, sweetheart," he purrs down into your ear. You glance over at him. "You've got such a tense face, come dance with me, break loose of Mando." He urges with a wink and a grin.

He was hesitant to flirt with you at first, but the more he did it and the lack of either parties protest leave him gaining confidence. You and Mando were dancing around each other, gaging the reaction of the other. He never stepped in between. Even now you were watching him. He just remained silent and stared at Vanth. You wish you could read his mind, understand what the fuck is running through it.

After a long still moment you twist toward Vanth. "Are you going to be able to keep up, old man?" You reply. Surprise and excitement flash across his face as Mando's head now swivels at you.

"I help you take down a sand dragon and you think I can't handle a dance?" His hand returns to your arm. Hard finger tips trace feather-light down the sensitive underside of your arm and ghost over your wrist. Your heart stutters in your chest when he firmly intertwines your fingers and gives a gentle tug.

Still, the suit of armor doesn't say a word as you're dragged away. A pain fills you chest. You throw your drink back and drop the glass onto a near by table you pass. A new song comes on, more up beat and you push Mando out of your head as much as you can. You don't need the painof rejection dampening your mood. Not when your so close to getting your legs lifted to your shoulders.

Vanth can dance, you soon realize. He's gracefully zipping you around to the beat and you're actually having fun within a minute of starting. It's a fantastic distraction. And so are his hands.

They start up high, the middle of your back, barely touching you, clasped with yours. And by the third song, when there's a heard of bodies also moving around you, he starts to wander. The hand holding yours falls to your hip, pulling you flush against him. Your eyes dart for a moment. Beskar watches you from the bar still, now sitting. Watching.

"So, before I continue trying to coax you away," the voice in your ear startles you as you both sway to a slower tempo, "am I going to be shot with a blaster by Mando?"

It cracks a smile on your face and you giggle at the thought. "Not what you want to hear, but I've been throwing myself at him for months and not a damn thing's happened," you reply.

"Too bad he took the armor," he replies. Your eyes widened at the thought he was proposing. You sink against his chest, staring up into his crystal blue eyes.

"That might stir up some psychological issues for me, Vanth," you say with a flirty giggle. He grins.

"Damn, you've got the most stunning smile," he murmurs and suddenly his hand is coming up to cup your face and tuck your hair behind your ear.

More than anything you want it to be Mando touching you like that, telling you he loves your smile. It makes you ache. You do the only logical thing you can think of.

You push it deep down, bottling it up with the rest of your emotions.

Closing your eyes, you sink your face against his hand, lifting a hand from his chest to cup it against your face. When you open your eyes you are startled to find Mando standing behind him and let out a squeak.

"What?" You snap sourly as Vanth twists.

Mando's hand is clenched tightly at his side. "It's on the north side of the village."

"It's two places down from me," Vanth offers with a sugar sweet grin. "I'll make sure see gets back." That... that is the reaction you wanted Mando to have when Vanth flirted. Instead, now your twisted in the latter's arms.

Mando looks at you again, then heaves a sigh and leaves.

You fight the urge to follow him. Instead, you continue to dance with Vanth, pushing your hips into his and building up that urge you've been wrestling with for months.

It's the feel of his mouth pressing down on your neck. That's all it takes for you to throw credits down on the bar and drag him out. The moment the cool night air hits you, he's pressing you up against the side of the building and tasting you. There's teeth and tongue. Arousal is burning you up.

Vanth has you both shuffling around the side of the bar and against the side of it before he's sliding a hand into your underwear and you breathe a gasp of relief. You want to sob at the feeling of him filling your cunt so easily with two fingers. His face crumbles in delight.

"Fuck, look how wet you are," he groans. "Come on, let's go back to mine. I'll eat you out, okay?" He coaxes while rolling his fingers in and out of your sopping pussy slowly. Like your not bracing against the wall and rocking desperately onto his fingers. Like you aren't gasping for the dry air as you would be if you had ran a marathon. He'd barely touched you and it felt so kriffing good that there was a heat burning through you like no other.

The feel of his hand where you so desperately need it and his blunt promise to make you cum has you clamping tightly on his fingers. You mewl out a quiet please, so desperate for this not to stop. Nothing had felt so good in so long. You always had to rush and his fingers were thicker than yours, could reach better.

Thankfully he's so mesmerized by your reaction he keeps up his good work. It's not even ten seconds before heat fills your belly and your hands snatch his forearm, holding it in place and leaning your forehead on his shoulder. "C-close," you manage to warn when the palm of his hand pressed down on your clit.

His eyebrows shoot up as his other hand tilts your head back to look at your face. "Already? You poor thing. You're wound up tighter than a-" he doesn't get to finish his thought because you're fisting hands in his shirt when he fingers you slower, but pushes harder up into your front wall. You give a broken cry, tucking your head into your chest and pushing back onto his hand as you completely come undone.

It's the best orgasm you've had in months, leaving Vanth grinning down on you with dark eyes. Your legs wobble beneath you. "Oh, you poor thing. Mando's been edging you for far too long." He breathes before ghosting his mouth over your neck. Your head rolled back exposes it and you whimper as he presses his fingers a few more times into the spongy sweet spot inside.

Its only when someone stumbles loudly from the entrance of the bar that he drags his fingers out, leaving you aching and unbearably empty.

He pulls you into his side, and if anyone saw they'd probably call you drunk. Your a ragdoll from coming off your orgasm. It was hard to focus your eyes as he supports you. The both of you give soft chuckles in response.

"My place?" He prompts.

"Aye, Marshall." He steadies you before the two of you meander the short distance of the street. There aren't many buildings. Its more of a village than a town. No matter where you stood in it, you could see the edges. When you step up onto the front porch you turn to glance around, a flash of silver making itself known.

Silver? Mando. Two buildings down, the last one on this stretch, across the street sat the Mandalorian. The light glowed from the open door behind him, warm and inviting.

I wanna go home, the intrusive thought rang in your head. A pitifully small voice urging you to head down to the porch steps that Din perched, cleaning his rifle, on.

The post orgasm clarity was hitting you. You felt sleepy. Exhausted. You could head in, lay down beside the child and drift to sleep until your partner woke you and dragged you to the next planet. Sleep off the alcohol.

Din glances up, pausing and staring right at you. You step his way, hesitating at the end of Vanth's porch. The man behind you opened his door and turn toward you. But you were too caught up in Mando's reaction. He watched you.

Just tell me 'no', Din. You internally begged. If he'd so much as gestured you back to him you would leap from the porch and race back to him. Instead he went back to polishing the barrel.

Spite fills you and you turn toward Vanth. He gives you a gentle questioning gaze before gesturing you into the dark. You step through, feeling the heat of your anger rising again.

"Are you sure, sweetheart?" Is the words he speaks when the door closes. "Don't think I'm above sleeping with a woman so she can get her revenge. You can use me however your heart desires." He says, flipping the light on.

"Leave the light off and kiss me. Roughly. I'm angry." You admit. He raises a single brow before brushing his fingers over the light on the wall and turning it back off.

"Rough?" He rasps, striding forward to cup your face. "Can I cum in you?"

The question short circuits your brain, negating any anger or reason for your anger at the request. "Oh, fuck. Please?" You squeak and he grasps your face in his hands, bruising your lips with his. His mouth tastes like spotchka and his teeth are eager to bite.

He kisses over your jaw as his hands drop to drag your body back against his. He's an effective amnesia to your poor broken heart. His hands feel good as they tug at clothing. You don't quite register doing the same. Not when his teeth are nipping at your neck and speeding up your heart rate.

Dank ferrik, it felt good to grind your stimulated groin over his with less fabric in the way. You both gasp into the night.

You push away the guilt that nubbed up in your mind. No. He rejected you. Din rejected every advance. You had no reason to feel guilt.

Still it lingers in the corner. Watching through a tinted visor and looming.

Cobb tilts you back onto the bed, groaning deeply into your shoulder. "Do you want to cum again, first?"

"N-no, just, just put it in," you groan. "Just wanna feel full." It earns you a shaky groan of approval.

Without warning he grips your hips and flips you onto your stomach. A sharp smack lands on your ass, letting you moan softly. He sits upright, lining up with you in the dark.

You whimper when you feel his cock rub once over you before he's aligned. Then he sinks in and that delicious stretch has you gasping as he slides home. There is a drawn moment where you both soak up that initial cure of need. Then he sets a fast pace, drilling deeply.

A hand closes on the back of your neck, tightening.

"Are you enjoying this?" Din's modulated voice asks in your ear, mockingly. He's not actually there of course, only serving to piss you off more. Because you know how much better it'd feel if it was him splitting your ass in two.

You brace against the bed. Pushing back harder and moaning. It makes the hand twist around your throat and jerk you back against Cobb. The change in position makes you whimper. You reach back for hair, guiding his mouth to yours.

Cobb seems to understand that the roughness is urging him to kick up his own. His hand on you hip snatches one of your breasts to squeeze. You break away to whimper and catch more silver.

"Do you think I'll be here every time you fuck someone now?" The Din-Delusion taunts as he lounges on the pillows comfortably. You were definitely going to have a psychological break after this one night stand.

He's so annoying that even the delicious grunts that rise from your new lover is hard to focus on.

"Harder." You rasp. You're tossed to the bed as Vanth crawls across you.

"You can call his name if it makes you feel better," he rumbles as he sinks back into your cervix with a hard thrust. His fingers dig into your thighs.

"Call it out," Not-Din chuckles. "Cry my name loud enough I can hear it across the street. Maybe that'll spur me on." It's dripping with so much sarcasm as your head nearly knocks into his leg that isn't actually there.

"No," you snarl at the figment of your guilty conscience. You sink your teeth into his shoulder and cry out when his hips canter harder into you. You claw at his back, earning happy groans and him twitching inside you.

"Yeah, probably a better idea. If you call put my name I might think your in trouble and shoot the bastard."

"I'm gonna fuck you a-again. Cl-close."

"Cum in me, Vanth!" you cry louder than intended. His hand tangles roughly in your hair, exposing your throat to new assault. Fuck, you'll ache tomorrow, you hope.

"That's it, baby girl," Not-Din coos. "Louder, maybe that'll make me respect you enough to see you as more than just a kid. Maybe I'll see you in sexual manner."

Vanth's hips stutter as he spills inside of you. He pants against your neck for a moment and then draws back to flash you with a dazzling smile, even in the dark. "It'll take me a minute to recharge. Can I go down on you?"

It makes you blink in surprise, even Not-Din tilts his helmet with curiosity at the sweaty man on top of you.

"You... you just came in me though..." you protest weakly.

"So, it's mine." He drops down to snatch a nipple into his mouth, delighted.

You give a moan. "Ye-yeah, knock yourself out, Vanth." He drags you to the edge of the bed to throw your legs over his shoulders. It feels so lewd to have him lapping so hungerly at you while his own cum spilled out of you.

"Filthy girl, aren't you?" Din growls out, moving around behind Vanth to watch casually. Why did that turn you on? Having the Mandalorian watching as another man devoured you. You liked it, when the man between your legs moaned against your sex.

He was decent at it. Obviously doing it more for himself at this point than for you. But between the sexual frustration that had been building for months and the overstimulation, it wasn't taking very long to bring you to a second orgasm.

All the while Not-Din leaned back and watch, taunting you and mocking you. "You really said let's throw it all away for a fuck." That line got you.

Vanth was lapping at your oversensitive clit, pulling the hood back and relishing the sobs of pleasure. But it wasn't just a sob of pleasure. Tears rolled over your temples and into your hair as your legs quake. Your chest ached as you begged him not to stop, hoping another orgasm might drown out the despair that this wasn't the man you wanted.

He was a poor substitute to reconcile your hurt feelings. You regret it already, as you knew you would. But that doesn't stop you from screwing him for a few more hours.

Eventually all is quiet, the both of you lying in the dark, catching your breath and coming down from your highs. And you watched as the vision of Din faded, feeling more empty now than you had before. "Thanks," you murmur into the dark and sit up before exhaustion fully takes you.

"Hey," he calls into the dark, the only light trickling in from the port window. "I know heart break is absolutely soul crushing, but there will be others. I promise. Someday it won't hurt so bad." You flinch when a hand brushes down your spine.

Self hatred seeped from you with the finishings Cobb left in you. "I'm gonna go," you manage, standing on sore legs to collect your clothes.

"Alright."

There's nothing but the shuffle of clothes as you get dressed. That was the last thing either of you spoke to each other before you stepped out onto the porch and into the cool night air.

[goblininawig]

The Future Has Many Paths

□ Rated T □ Chapters 9/? □ Words 24.5k □

Summary: Marooned on Arvala-7, you meet a Mandalorian who offers you a job. Accepting it leads you down a path you never imagined, full of both wonders and terrors.

Chapter 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | to be continued...

Tags: Din Djarin & Reader, Din Djarin/Reader, Din Djarin, You, Grogu | Baby Yoda, Kuiil, Greef Karga, Original Force-Sensitive Characters, Caben, Stoke, Omera, Winta, Peli Motto, Toro Calican, Fennec Shand, Boba Fett, Cobb Vanth, Ranzar Malk, Migs Mayfeld, Burg, Zero, Xi'an, Qin, IG-11, Paz Vizla, The Armorer, Moff Gideon, Force-Sensitive Reader, Starship Razor Crest | Din Djarin's ST-70 Assault Ship, Canon Universe, Canon Rewrite, Canon-Typical Behavior, Canon-Typical Violence, Reader-Insert, Getting to Know Each OtherSlow Burn, Din Djarin Doesn't Remove the Helmet, Grogu | Baby Yoda Stays with Din Djarin, Hurt/Comfort, Force Healing, New Republic Era, Mandalorian Covert from Nevarro, Clan Mudhorn, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

A/N: Reader is a chaotic good opportunist, along the lines of Lando Calrissian, Han Solo, Trace Martez, and Phee Genoa.... but with Force-sensitivity and low-grade powers.

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[zapsalis-d]

Narudar: Chapter Twenty-Six—The Identity

SUMMARY: Partnering up with the Marshal and the enigma that accompanies him results in revelations.

WARNINGS: Mentions of death, mild violence, angst, slight!Cobb Vanth x reader

WORD COUNT: 5.3k

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"THAT CREATURE'S BEEN TERRORIZING THESE PARTS SINCE LONG BEFORE MOS PELGO WAS ESTABLISHED," Vanth explained as he tread side-by-side through the town with the Mandalorian. The limited amount of species residing in Mos Pelgo were all currently working arduously to return everything to the way they're supposed to be. The Krayt dragon that had rummaged straight through the single street of the city had disorganized everything in sight—for everything to be in their place again would require a minimum of two, maybe three entire rotations.

"Thanks to this armor, I've been able to protect this town from bandits and Sand People. They look to me to protect 'em," the Marshal continued, pausing for a moment, a deep sigh escaping his mouth. Their walking halts, with Cobb Vanth setting a hand on a nearby pole, shifting to face Din. "But a Krayt dragon is too much for me to take on alone... Help me kill it, I'll give you the armor."

Din, enveloped in an extended silence, weighed his choices out in his head. He tried his best to form another solution, one that didn't involve fighting against a colossus worm over 100 times larger than himself. But, unluckily for him, it seemed there was no other option. "Deal. I'll ride back to the ship, blow it out of the sand from the sky, use the bantha as bait."

Vanth's lips only curled up into a smile, a slight chuckle audible, as if saying it's not that easy in his own silent way. "Not so simple. The ship passes above, it senses the vibrations, stays underground. But I know where it lives."

That would, at least, provide them with a simpler alternative, instead of traveling around the Dune Sea, pointlessly searching for any signs of a dragon. "How far?"

The Marshal's light eyes wandered out into the open space up ahead, where no structures nor civilization was visible, the endless dunes of sand stretching for miles and miles. "Not far..."

In reality, he meant: really far.

A figure passed by the two men—the woman, shrouded in red, with a satchel swung over her shoulder (a satchel that was strangely familiar to the Mandalorian) rushed past them, which immediately snatched Cobb Vanth's attention. With his gaze trained on her retreating form, he opened his mouth as if to shout her name, before his expression altered, seemingly aware of a fact unknown to Din. "Leaving so soon?" he enquired instead, brows furrowed, his features only exhibiting the reluctance and displeasure of watching her leave. "Thought you were staying while longer."

"Family emergency," was all she offered, vocodor distorting her voice excessively. Then, she hastened into one of the several buildings—either to gather the remainder of her belongings, of bid some friends farewell.

With a scoff, Vanth shook his head, muttering a hardly audible—"She doesn't even have family..." His gaze returned to the Mandalorian's dark visor, expression changing into curiosity. "You recognize her by any chance? Seen her before?"

Underneath the beskar obscuring his face, Din's eyes narrowed. "No... Why?"

"Huh. Just a hunch," he replied, quiet for a second, biting his lip as he was immersed in thought. "Said earlier I shouldn't speak her name in front of you."

The Mandalorian's mind wandered off once more, urging himself to recall whether he'd encountered someone like her in his past or not. Unfortunately, absolutely nothing appeared in his memories, no previous experience with a woman with a scarlet cloak, no bounty with a similar appearance, nothing. Perhaps he truly had bumped into her before , yet with the cycles in which he'd been associated with the Bounty Hunter's Guild, his brain had somehow managed to completely disregard her. Which was... highly unlikely, because he'd normally be capable of recognizing past encounters on sight. It caused for an increase of suspicion and made him all the more skeptical on allowing the Child to tag along, unknowing whether the woman would pose a threat to him.

"Bounty on her head?"

"Not exactly," Vanth answered. "Chased by the Guild, yeah. Long time ago. But that was all solved out, apparently."

A sneaking inkling of doubt and wariness prickled Din's skin, causing his gaze to divert from the Marshal and focus on the shrouded lady, who'd halted several feet away, hidden gaze behind her mask trained on the Child now waddling near Din's boots. Then, there was another flash of eye contact with her (not quite genuine eye contact, considering they both attired masks)—and underneath the binary sunlight, her veil was easier to perceive. A straight line forming a tinted black visor, providing her with the ability to view underneath the mask. Another line, curved downward into what seemed like a permanent frown, containing vents, which allowed her to speak through the voice modulator and to breath liberally. Din couldn't manage to see anymore of the unrecognizable mask's dark and intricate design before she'd suddenly whirled around, in an evident rush to reach what was presumably her speeder in the distance, located at the city's outskirts.

But Din couldn't permit her the chance to leave quite yet. He was still to figure out who she truly was, so he could settle this obnoxious puzzlement once and for all. Whether she were a danger or not, he was hell-bent on finding out now. And so, he swiftly parted with Vanth, taking quick steps towards her direction—

"Woah, woah," Vanth halted, taking  stern step in front of him, almost as if in a protective manner, to ward him off from the woman. "Not a good idea."

"If she really is a bounty registered by the Guild, I can turn her in. I could use the credits anyway."

"Again, not a good idea. She's very loved around here..." The ghost of a smirk appeared on his lips, barely visible, mind distancing itself for a split second, before he rapidly returns to the subject. "She may be a bit hostile but only 'cause you're the stranger here. Besides, she can be a little... plucky. Won't go too easily if you try to take her. We're going to need her help against the dragon anyway, I'll try to convince her."

"And why would I allow that? I can't trust her around the Child."

"Trust me, she wouldn't harm the baby." And with that, Vanth separated from Din and head towards the woman swatched in scarlet, who was on the verge of mounting her brand-new speeder bike already. Whoever this lady was, she sure seemed like lack of credits was absolutely no problem to her, considering her attire and armor were especially expensive and valuable. Plus, she owned this sleek bike. It was a miracle she was living in such a nasty planet such as Tatooine, which didn't make much sense—

Until Cobb Vanth pulled her close to him, gripping her hips, as he attempted to persuade the woman into joining their team. Of course, they were together—it had been pretty evident since the beginning...

...and there went the Child, trudging his way on over there.

Din urgently reached out for the Child, bringing him into his arms before he could manage to interfere with Vanth attempting to convince the woman. Shaking his head towards the infant in his grasp, Din turned around to allow the Marshal his time. Din still couldn't understand why the Child desperately wanted to be with the enigma, given that she radiated a particularly alarming feel, what with the black mask and the vermilion cloak. But that was the Child for you—always so troublesome, disobedient, and hell-bent on misbehaving.

Din loved him nevertheless.

When his visor lifted from the Child's large eyes, to Vanth, who was approaching Fin alongside a reluctant cloaked lady, he concluded that he'd successfully managed to persuade her into joining, somehow. The group of three (well, four including the Child) gathered around, silent for a moment as Din's gaze met with the shaded mask belonging to the mystery. The silence enveloping the ambience was quite... suffocating, actually. It was definitely awkward, even considering the masks— or perhaps that was what caused the awkwardness to increase in ten-folds? He surely didn't know.

The woman shifted uncomfortable on her weight, mask averting to concentrate on Vanth. He'd seemingly sensed the strange cumbersome inconvenience between the two, ceasing the tension with a couple mere words: "Let's go."

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Tuskens. They teamed up with Tuskens.

Subsequent to hours and hours of traveling for miles across the vast and mighty Dune Sea, each in their own separate speeder bikes, the group of four had arrived in a region particularly rocky and mountainous, colossal red stones towering over them. They'd managed to stumble upon a band of Tuskens roaming about with their Massiff companions. The Sand People seemingly sought out the exact objected as them—take down the Kraty dragon. Apparently, it had been rummaging obnoxiously through their land and territories, killing off several of their animals, as well as their own species. Which definitely made them hell-bent on ridding of the creature once and for all.

So, Din offered to form an alliance with them. Vanth, evidently reluctant to accept at first, was pretty skeptical about the whole idea. But, eventually he succumbed to the plan of finally having the dragon out of his way, so Mos Pelgo could ultimately live in peace. As for the cloaked woman... well, she simply wanted to get on with it and finish the mission already. So, there was no other choice for her other than accept their partnership with the Tuskens, despite how... tedious things may become. Call them ruthless, cruel, and callous, but there was one thing for certain—Tuskens always kept their word. And if they promised to assist each other combating against the dragon, then they will most definitely comply.

Now, as they rested around a fire in the center of the Tusken's camp in the dead of the night, the group were allowed their well-deserved time to wind down before they continued their search for the dragon's cavern the following rotation. The tamed flames provided sufficient illumination for the team to perceive their surroundings clearly. Several tan-colored tents were scattered around the entire Tusken civilization, the grand majority of them already asleep given it was actually quite late already. Din decided to sort a few details out with the Tusken chieftain prior to permitting himself to truly rest and catch some necessary sleep.

The Child was settled on the ground between Din's legs, who was positioned atop indistinguishable items the Tuskens had provided for a spot to sit on. Vanth and the still-unidentifiable woman were on opposite sides from the Mandalorian and his green foundling, along with the chieftain across from them, on the other side of the flickering flames. As Din indulged in conversation with the leader of the Tuskens, the rest awaited translation from the multilingual Mandalorian. Occasionally, Din would find it necessary to glance around towards two particular things: one, the Massiff sitting nearby, carefully eyeing the infant close to Din, licking its mouth in a rather hungry demeanor; and two, the woman who couldn't seem to stop glimpsing towards the Child every once in a while.

For a reason unknown, the Child's curious attention had not strayed from her whatsoever. Din surely was plenty more cautious about her than the Massiff. The beast could easily be controlled if deemed imperative, but the woman? He knew little to nothing on that subject—and whether she legitimately did attain a bounty on her head, or if she were some sort of criminal running from the New Republic, he had no clue. And he highly doubted he'd receive much more information on her. So, with his knowledge on her strictly limited, it was definitely cause for alarm. Din was certain to keep a close eye on the masked woman, as well as on the Child, who would inevitably find himself in trouble.

A pair of individual Tuskens stepped into the scenario, bringing out a nasty-looking fruit that was all too familiar to Din—a black melon. He recalled, cycles ago, when he needed to drink from the milk the fruit provided within it to acquire the Tuskens' trust. It was definitely an unpleasant experience, and it seemed Vanth and the woman would need to undergo the exact event. At least now, Din might possibly have a chance to see the mystery's face. As the Tusken's gloved hands applied pressure to the melon, it split open, plumes of emerald smoke emerging from it, a distinguishable stink releasing and invading the air. Even Din could smell its repulsing scent through his helmet, and it seemed the enigma had sensed it as well, because she'd flinched back as soon as her mask had neared too close to the black melon. Both fruits were swiftly handed over, exchanged from the Tuskens to Vanth and the woman.

"What are we supposed to do with these?" Vanth questioned, voice low and hardly audible.

"You drink it."

"It stinks," he complained.

"Like hell I'm drinking this," joined the cloaked woman. That was actually one of the first times Din had had the chance to hear her speak today, considering she'd been silent nearly the entire journey across the Dune Sea.

"Do you want their help?"

"Not if I have to drink this." The expression of pure disgust is still present on Vanth's features.

The Tusken chieftain grunted and signed aggressively with his hands, patience already wearing thin with the foreigners that had recently arrived at his camp. Din quickly translated, "He says your people steal their water and now you insult them by not drinking it. They know about Mos Pelgo. They know how many Sand People you killed."

"They raided the village!" Vanth's voice began to rise, face exhibiting the wrath overwhelming him upon hearing that the Tuskens were the ones who'd been supposedly affected in that situation. "I defended the town!"

"Lower your voice," Din warned, sternly.

"I knew this was a bad idea."

"You're agitating them," Din stated as soon as the leader lifted himself upright from his seat, releasing a series of snorts and making pretty clear signs with his hands.

"These monsters can't be reasoned with," Vanth stood up as well, furiously signing literally nothing as he attempted to speak in their language. "Sit back down before I put a hole through ya! I'm not gonna say it—!"

Din, whipping upright, outstretched an arm and activated the flamethrower built into his beskar vambrace. Flares of excessive heat and blazing light brightened the area even further, immediately causing the heavy dispute between the two individual species to halt, and calm the scenario... sorta. The Mandalorian continued signing towards the chieftain urgently, earning a curious look from Vanth, "What are you telling them?"

"Same thing I'm telling you. If we fight amongst ourselves, the monster will kill us all." The group slowly but surely settled back down onto their designated seats. "Now, how do we—" His visor trailed down to where the Child was supposed to be, just now realizing he was utterly... gone.

And so was she.

Without offering anything else in response to the puzzled Marshal besides him, Din parted from the campfire and headed towards the various tents set up around the camp. He recognized full well that leaving the raging Tuskens and equally angry Cobb Vanth alone together was completely unreasonable, but the safety of the Child was the sole objective on his wild mind now. Din imagined every worse-case scenario—that the woman was quite possibly hired by the Empire and sent to kidnap the infant, or perhaps she'd taken him for a reason unknown... or maybe he was overthinking the situation? Maybe the Child had simply wandered off and was now roaming throughout the camp safely?

Well, not entirely secure... There was still that particular Massiff to worry about.

Either way, nothing stopped him from swiftly weaving through the tents, visor frantically searching around for any sign of a green baby sneaking around. He'd halted as soon as he spotted a lone Tusken roaming about, surprisingly still awake at this time. Din had quickly spoken to him, urgently and seriously, Have you seen the Child? he asked.

Yes, the Tusken answered, and pointed towards the limits of the camp. Over there.

Din had hastened straight on over there in a blink of an eye, just in the nick of time to locate the shrouded woman, settled over a rock, head tilted downward as if staring at something. What was presumably her mask was laying several feet away from her on the ground, signifying that she was now completely vulnerable to literally anyone seeing her face. The moon rising gently above the mountains ahead was spotlighting her, shining down on her vermilion cloak and making her clearer than ever, a shadow casting down on the sand behind her.

"Hey—" Din called out for her attention, name nor alias completely unknown to him, considering Vanth hadn't so much as offered her name. The reason behind such secrecy was undisclosed, but Din was going to make certain he'd figure that out soon enough.

The enigma's shoulders tensed up underneath the silky material of her cloak, hooded head twitching up rapidly, though she wouldn't dare move from her position. Din watched as her hand jerked to clutch onto the mask laid nearby, but that would require her to shift her face, revealing her features to the Mandalorian. It was evident she longed to rid of this situation, slip her disguise back over her face, and walk off as if nothing ever happened. But that was improbable now that the Mandalorian obtained the chance to discover her true identity, learn who candidly was underneath all that armor and shroud and veiling mask. Instead of answering, she remained strictly silent and pulled the scarlet hood nearer to her exposed features with her bare digits.

"Where's the Child?" Din inquired, a conspicuous sternness perceivable in his modulated voice.

Still, she failed to provide him with a response. Could she not speak without the mask? Had she lost her voice due to some accident in the past, and could only utilize her it with the vocodor constructed into what obscured her face? Or perhaps it was simply that she didn't want to reply, that she wholeheartedly refused to directly speak to him for whatever reason. Din's mind was not successful in wrapping around why she seemed to despise him so damn much, why she so desperately desired to leave Mos Pelgo as soon as he had arrived at the isolated town.

Another possibility was that she could very well be hiding something. But what? The Child? Surely the infant would've cried out for help as soon as he'd heard Din's familiar voice, or if he was in imminent peril. Yet not a single wail, not even a slight whimper was audible. Either way, Din's patience was already beginning to wear thin, suspicion extending high above Tatooine's atmosphere, leading to his gloved hands to hover over his holster. Fingers slowly tightened around the firmness of his blaster's handle, leather making a light sound, prepared to bring it out if imperative.

The mystery was obviously uncomfortable, fidgety, overwhelmed with anxiety when Din's boots, crunching the sand beneath him, approached her figure who was now hesitantly rising up. Din, really, didn't want to do this to her—but if he was going to continue this mission with her, it was necessary for him to find out who she sincerely is, so his pestering trepidation that the Child was in constant danger whenever she was around, would vanish already.

A free palm lifted, slowly, tentatively, to turn her around, given that he had no other option. Which was a grim move, really, because the woman had immediately gone for the defensive, whirling around and shoving the heel of her boot into Din's stomach, earning a pained and astonished grunt from the Mandalorian. He stumbled backward a couple mere steps, but regained his stability a few seconds posterior, blaster slipping out of his holster in an instant.

But for a split moment, he paused—his pitch-black visor watched as the shrouded enigma adopted an offensive stance, planting her feet firmly onto the sandy ground. With the illuminating white moon directly behind her, acting in her favor, and casting a dark shadow on her face, it made it impossible for Din to fully perceive her features. What he could see now, though, despite the woman pulling the red hood tighter around her head, was a flash of gently shaded skin, a pair of lips parted into a growl, stray tendrils of hair roaming around the sides of her vulnerable neck.

Yet as soon as she moved, seemingly realizing the Mandalorian was taken aback, he fired his blaster—several times. She dodged. Each and every streak of red were neglected by her. Once, twice, thrice, she managed to avoid them all, as if she could sense every individual bullet approaching her before Din even managed to pressure on the trigger. Her combat skills, battle moves, and defensive stance were, strangely enough... familiar. Though as Din continued to fight against her, those thoughts needed to stray away, his attention solely focused on taking her down.

Deciding the gun was enough, and that his ammo would soon deplete, he extended an arm, activating the fiber cord. Apparently, she'd recognized exactly what his actions were going to be next, already turning around and beginning to sprint towards the opposite direction. Yet the wire managed to catch her ankle, wrapping strictly around the bottom part of her leg and prohibiting her from retreating any further. Pulling on the cord, Din purposely caused for her to trip and collapse harshly against the ground straight against her belly. Dust billowed upwards, a wince escaping the woman's lips as she attempted to prop herself up with her elbows.

Before Din managed to react, the woman seemingly detached an object from her belt, tossing it backward, landing with a light thud in a sand. A small ball, emerald green, unmistakably a grenade, ignited within few short seconds. A surge of thick smoke enveloped the air, rapidly spreading, causing Din's visual on his opponent to be temporarily limited. Muttering a string of curses underneath his breath, Din kept a tenacious grip on the fibercord beginning to slip out of his wrist gauntlet. The leverage emanating from the woman tugging on the taut wire, urgently attempting to escape the Mandalorian, was the only thing that reminded Din that she was still there, even despite the heavy fumes from the smoke bomb preventing him from seeing her.

Din toggled on thermo-vision, providing him with superior visibility to his surroundings, and making him the one with the advantage here. His visor landed on the woman, a red figure indicating her temperature, a short distance away from him, while the rest of the world were swirls of yellow, orange, and blue. She still struggled against the strict cord around her ankle, though she wasn't fortunate enough to release herself from it before Din mustered a sudden tug, jerking her back and causing her to grunt unexpectedly. With her willingness to endure this battle any further already diminishing, she opted to reveal another weapon—a serrated blade, glinting underneath the brilliant moon, slicing through the cord and causing it to snap. Now completely free and capable of liberal maneuvering, the cloaked woman rose upright in a split second, breaking into sprints—

Until the Mandalorian managed to capture her within his grasps again, the heat-vision built into  his helmet serving as an advantage against her. Her figure was shoved up against a nearby tent belonging to a Tusken, hopefully unoccupied for now, and surprisingly sustaining the weight of the woman being pushed against its weak framing. With the soft material of her cloak bunched up into his gloved hands as he thrust her against the shelter, he watched, through the plumes of smoke, as she relentlessly attempted to hide her face, head hanging down even as she struggled against the Mandalorian's stubborn hold. He wanted to reach out with one free hand, lift that hood back so she could finally reveal herself, but found that near impossible when she'd instead revealed her blaster.

Bullets collided with his beskar cuirass several times, posing no true harm to him, yet the pain and pressure could still be felt, causing him to release his grasp on her and back off a few steps. What he did find strange, though, was that she had the chance to shove the barrel up his throat and kill him then and there—that little bit didn't make much sense. Whoever this new enemy was, it seemed she at least had a sense of morality and didn't aim to kill at first sight... yet.

Albeit the ache and discomfort that accompanied his being blasted multiple occasions near in the chest area, he lifted his arms, taking slow steps closer to the woman, vambraces now deflecting the beams of red emerging from her ear-splitting blaster, causing her firing to momentarily cease. Then, as he flares up his flame-thrower for offense against her, he received an unanticipated shove, intense pressure pushing him down as the woman—seemingly activating what seemed like jets included in the brown armor wrapped around her calves—forced him down until he collapsed onto his back. Din couldn't allow her to attain the advantage of remaining ontop of him, instead jerking himself forward and flipping until he was the one over the woman now. The palms of his hands crammed her shoulders back and against the ground, denying her the liberty to move as she squirmed and wriggled, desperately trying to escape, hood falling back against the sand, with the mammoth moon now providing the sufficient light necessary to examine her uncovered face, strands of disarranged hair revealing itself, familiar features adorning an expression that was all too known, too intimate, too recognizable—

It was you.

You. Wild eyes, brimmed with saltwater, a warning of tears threatening to flow freely, with a face contorted into what was evidently a furious glare, visible wrath and animosity overwhelming you, but there was also something else: a hint of reluctance, of... dread, a mixture of ten-thousand emotions combined together. Din couldn't help but freeze, incapable of moving, unable to act, even though your insistent wrestling had halted, because the face he believed he'd never see again, the woman he thought would never appear in front of him ever again, was right in front of his damn face. Regrettable decisions returned to his mind, memories filled with agony and remorse and repentance, all those sleepless nights, devastated by tidal waves of guilt and culpability—and the Child, screaming, wailing, crying constantly, desperately searching the Razor Crest for your comforting company and soothing presence; everything that had occurred all those months ago returned to his jumbled-up head, causing the frantic heart within his chest to palpate even further than before, pounding against his ribcage painfully. He couldn't will himself to move, instead stare into the familiar hues of your eyes, tear-filled and watery, the structure of your face that he'd previously been fond of examining when he had the chance, the strings of hair he used to wish to run his bare fingers through, falling down your sweat-glistening skin, the lips he'd kissed once—no, twice—slightly parted with obvious shock and ache altogether.

Yet something had slapped him, against the coldness of his chestplate, beginning to bleep rapidly, his body thrust backwards from you, abruptly, and he forced himself upright, now taking notice of the thermal detonator you'd stolen from his belt and attached to his cuirass. Panic-stricken, he'd urgently grabbed it, tossed it away—

A few inches away from him—and from you—the bomb had erupted, leaving no chance for its victims to break away. A thundering boom resonated throughout the entire Tusken camp, alerting literally everyone in the near vicinity, and snatching the attention of anyone in close proximity. Both you and Din were compelled backwards from the coercion of the detonator, similarly to that dreaded day on Nevarro, those damned memories beginning to come back, fresh and torturous and pestering. His head, along with his aching back, collided harshly with what was supposed to be soft sand, but what with the force and the velocity he was thrown with, the ground beneath him was anything but soft.

Din wasn't sure whether he'd passed out or not. The world had definitely converted itself into a blackness, swallowing him whole for what felt like a couple of seconds. Adrenaline slowly subsiding, he was now acutely aware of the pain that accompanied this particular fight with you. His head ached, a pulsating pain working its way through his brain, the beginning of what was going to be an obnoxious migraine to form soon. His back ached, too. And so did his entire body. Underneath the visor, his eyes blinked several times, before a groan escaped his lips as he urged himself upright, despite the throbbing pain coursing through his entire figure—side-effects of the fight, bullets, bombs, and the revelation of who truly was hidden underneath all that red fabric and dark mask.

Din's gaze examined the scenario surrounding him—Tuskens gathering around, some irritated and riled-up with all the commotion he'd caused with you, and amongst them was the Child, standing idly between the crowd, black eyes wide and ears perked up as he watched the Mandalorian slowly and painfully stand. Turned out that he actually wasn't kidnapped or anything—he'd simply taken a walk around to explore, without Din's own consent... which was definitely infuriating, given the entire situation he'd recently gone through. But Din's visor inevitably ended up landing on your scarlet figure, a short distance away, the mask now returned to your face and obscuring that angered and slightly terrified expression, veiling your every emotion—and Din couldn't relate to the desire to cover your face any more. Because right now, what was going on internally, the feelings surging, drowning, weighing him down, was all so damn overwhelming. The pounding heart in his chest failed to calm down, unlike the smoke already beginning to dissipate.

"What the hell is going on here?!" Vanth had pushed through the group of Tuskens that were already dispersing, heading off into their tent and allowing a clear path for the Marshal to saunter through.

Yet Din's attention couldn't stray from you, and it seemed that was mutual. Both still breathless, outfits smothered in sand and dust and stinking of smoke, your masked gazes were trained on each other. You were definitely enraged now—the widened stance, the heavy rise and fall of your armored chest, the gaze intensely staring him down, those were all recognizable indications of your rage. It was no wonder you refused to tag along, no wonder your mood was constantly so damn low, how fighting skills so familiar, and how you refused to actually kill him, no wonder the Child had urgently sought you out, urgently desiring to be with you, because he'd somehow recognized you—was that something that Force-wielders could do? He certainly had no clue, but there were plenty of other questions wandering through his mind now.

Why were you here?

What was definitely for certain was that this wasn't supposed to happen. Din Djarin was never supposed to see you again, no matter how complicated his life became, how torturous that day was, how tough the following weeks would be for him... he was never supposed to see you again.

note: aaAAAHHH my tHuMBs omg

i have never written a scene so quickly in my entire life. i thought that final scene would take forever to write but i guess not... and while i normally suck at action scenes, for once i feel somewhat proud of this one. 😌

sooo things are gonna get good now... heavy angst is coming back, and your pov is up next 😏

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