#Din has baby fever

[darlin-djarin]

yk when babies have that small grumbling purr when they breathe, almost like a snore. consider grogu lying on din’s chest. they’re in their little cot, din’s taken off most his armor, grogu’s head right underneath his chin. din has a hand on grogu’s back, feeling the way his little body rises and falls with every breath. grogu’s sleeping, snuggled into din’s chest, because din couldn’t sleep earlier and grogu wanted to help. baby starts doing that little grumbling purr, the breathing through his nose and chest that makes just the smallest noise and just the tiniest rumble against din’s chest and soothes and calms him. it slowly lulls him to sleep, the vibration from grogu’s chest, the small rumbling noise coming from his nose. helps din relax, even on worse nights where he feels restless. the quiet noise fills in the silence where it used to be all the time.

din hates waking grogu up, and he’d rather have his whole body go numb than try to move grogu off of him. worth it though, just to see baby so relaxed, to feel and hear baby breathe against his chest. it feels right, to din at least. he’s unsure about a lot of things, but this feels right.

[salfishersface]

Hhhh I’ve reread Baby Fever more times than I can count, can you please do like a part 2 or something similar?

Baby Fever Part 2 || Sal Fisher

Synopsis - Sal has baby fever.

Warnings - NSFW.

Notes - All characters are aged 18+!

Notes - Read part 1 here.

Word Count - 1.4k.

{Caffeinate Me}

Part One || Part Three

You watched as your boyfriend gave the overactive toddler a ride on his shoulders for the third time today. Soda was giggling and shrieking as she pulled on Sal’s shoulder-length blue hair. “Uncle Sawwy! I’m so high!” She shrieked giddily, kicking her legs in the air against Sal’s shoulders.

“Yes you are baby,” he cooed, spinning around and causing another gleeful sound to leave Soda’s lips. 

“It’s time for dinner!” You called from the kitchen as you plated up the food you had been preparing. Chug and Maple would be back any minute now, but you knew they had had a busy day shopping and whatnot so you thought you’d feed Soda for them. 

“Uncle Sawwy, take me to the din din table!” Soda yelled, pointing in the direction of the kitchen. 

“You got it angel,” Sal said, manoeuvring his way through the sea of toys scattered amongst the floor and to the kitchen. He placed Soda at the table who immediately licked her lips upon seeing food. She certainly had her fathers appetite. Sal walked over to you after securing Soda at the table and wrapped his arm around your waist. “You look good being all motherly.” 

“You think?” You asked softly. 

“I know,” Sal whispered, pressing another kiss to your temple. You both watched from the side as Soda wolfed down her food, hardly even chewing the contents before swallowing. Sal chuckled before narrowing his eyes. “Soda, you need to be careful when you eat!” Sal said, slight panic in his voice. 

“Why uncle Sawwy?” Soda asked, looking towards Sal. 

“If you don’t chew your food, you could choke!” Sal exclaimed, trying to be as lighthearted as he possibly could. 

“Oh otay,” she said before taking another mouthful of her food, this time chewing properly. 

You looked at Sal and grinned. “What?” He asked, raising an eyebrow under his prosthetic. 

“You look good being all fatherly,” you said, mimicking his words. 

“I know,” he grinned, pressing his prosthetic to the side of your face as if he was trying to kiss your temple. You looked up at him and smiled softly. You both continued to watch Soda eat and not long after she had finished, Chug and Maple came home. 

“We’re home!” Maple chimed as she smiled softly at the three of you. You were sitting on the sofa now, curled up watching Soda’s favourite movie.  

“Mummy! Daddy!” Soda said, quickly retreating from her spot on the sofa and toddling over to her mother and father. “Uncle Sawwy gave me a wide on his shoulders!” 

“Did he?” Maple asked, laughing slightly. 

Soda nodded in response before sticking up three fingers and exclaiming, “three times!” 

“Want one more before we head off, Soda?” Sal asked, standing up and holding his arms out to the toddler. Soda nodded and walked, unsteadily, over to Sal who picked her up with ease and placed her on his shoulders. He began to walk quickly around the room, delighting in hearing Soda’s giggles. 

You stood up and walked over to Chug and Maple with a smile on your face. “How was shopping?” You asked.

Chug shrugged. “It was alright,” he replied.

“You know, he’d make an excellent father one day,” Maple said, motioning towards Sal. 

You nodded in agreement, the smile on your face never faltering. “He will.” 

You and Sal had said your goodbyes quickly, hugging the little girl that had captured your hearts before heading back home. You knew where this was going. Sal’s hand never left yours as you made the short walk back to the apartment, his grip becoming increasingly harder the closer you got. When you arrived, you kicked your shoes off and said hello to Henry and Lisa before Sal mindlessly dragged you to your shared bedroom. “God, what are you doing to me?” Sal asked as he took off his prosthetic and placed it carefully on the bedside table. 

“What do you mean?” You asked, your head automatically tilting to the side. 

“Just wanna fuck you and stuff you full of my cum, all day everyday until your swollen with my babies,” Sal growled as he pressed his lips fiercely to yours. You let out a gasp of surprise as his lips collided with yours. Your soft lips moulded against his scarred ones as if you were made for him. Sal was quick in undressing you, throwing your clothes every which way around the room for you to find later before pushing you onto the bed. You could already see how rock hard his cock was against his skinny jeans, but Sal was quick to remove his jeans, finally freeing his cock from its restraints. His cock sprung up to attention, your mouth watering at the sight of it throbbing for you. His balls were heavy, full of cum that he wanted to pour into your womb. Sal got onto his knees at the edge of the bed and pulled you by your legs. You let out a shriek of surprise as his face immediately delved between your legs, tongue lapping at your folds and clit like a man starved, not even giving you time to comprehend what was happening. 

“Sal,” you whimpered softly, hands falling to tangle into his blue hair.

“Yeah baby?” He asked, pulling away from your pussy momentarily to look into your eyes. 

“Don’t stop,” you beg quietly, pushing his face further into your already dripping cunt. 

He mumbled something against your folds but you couldn’t understand what he said. He sucked deliciously at your clit. Obscene noises of his slurping filled the room and you felt your cheeks heat up in embarrassment. “Shit, you taste so good.” 

“Don’t say that,” you whimpered, covering your face with your hands. 

Sal pulled away from you, kissing up your thighs to your stomach, to your neck and then finally to your lips. “Taste yourself on my tongue,” he groaned, shoving his tongue into your mouth immediately. You let out a moan at the intrusion, eyes rolling back into your head momentarily. When Sal finally pulled away from your lips, he was breathless. Gazing into your eyes, he slicked his cock up your slit to lubricate himself before pushing into you slowly, a quiet moan falling from his lips. You grasped the sheets below you as Sal placed your legs over his shoulder, forcing his cock to kiss your cervix. “You gonna make me a daddy tonight, huh?” He asked, kissing your cheeks. 

“Yes,” you managed to choke out, tears springing to the corner of your eyes at both the pain and pleasure you were feeling. 

“Good girl,” Sal groaned, kissing away your tears. “Fuck, you feel so fucking tight around me.” 

“Oh God Sal,” you cry, trying to wriggle away from him slightly. 

“Hey, hey,” he growled in your ear. “Where do you think you’re going?” He asked, pulling you back against him. “You gotta make me a daddy tonight baby. Fuck, I need it.” 

“I will! I will!” You screech, not caring as to whether Henry or Lisa could hear you anymore. 

“Shhh baby girl,” Sal cooed softly. His fingertips dug into your hips and you felt like you were going to break at any minute. 

“Gonna cum Sal,” you whimpered softly. 

“Yeah? You gonna cum precious?” He mocked, his hips still rutting into you at a pace out of this world. You nodded enthusiastically, a hand flying down to your clit to rub quick circles against the sensitive nub. Within seconds you were spraying your juices all over Sal and his torso, not caring about the mess you were making. “Ohh you’re such a good girl for me,” Sal groaned. 

“So good,” you whimpered softly. Your voice was barely audible but Sal had managed to hear you.  

“Gonna fill you up now baby,” Sal whispered into your ear as his hips stuttered against yours. “Make. Me. A. Daddy,” he growled with each thrust of his hips. You nodded, completely fucked out. You felt his thick ropes shoot deep into you, his cock twitching with his release. You let out a silent moan as Sal shivered against you, but he didn’t pull out. He kept you plugged up as he kissed your tear stained cheeks. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” You whisper softly, leaning against his touch. “You really have baby fever, don’t you Sal?” 

“You have no idea,” he chuckled. The two of you cuddled like that for the rest of the night, with him plugging you up to make sure his cum didn’t escape from your cunt as he whispered sweet nothings into your ear. This one felt like it would be the one.

I'm so glad you enjoyed part one anon! I hope this part satiates your hunger for more baby fever!sal<3

[floralscented]

ㅤㅤ ㅤa birthday like this ─ dean winchester.

baby sister!winchester oc & dean winchester, called bug. or, the only one to remember her big brother's birthday.

not a series! exists purely for writing ideas i get that cannot fit an x reader plotline. dean is 22, bug is 6. bug will gradually age in each possible coming part.

warnings. pure fluff! dean's birthday has the baby fever so high. there's, like, background angst, but it's nothing too bad<3

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dean winchester decided that morning that he was not celebrating his birthday today. it'd been an idea long in the inner workings of his brain, mostly because there was no reason to celebrate it, on his end.

sam was away on a high school trip. john wouldn't be home for weeks, dean figured, so he signed the return slip in his place to at least grant his little brother that simple sense of normalcy. and bug was only starting to figure out that she was a person, let alone know what days were important compared to other days.

john was notorious for forgetting birthdays. he'd had a little girl when dean was sixteen and brought her home and seemed to forget that she even existed, most of the time.

the idea was cemented the morning of january 24th, when he woke up to his cellphone ringing on the bedside table next to him. for a moment, he really thought that his dad was calling to tell him happy birthday. for a moment, he was almost struck speechless.

but all john said on the other side of the line was a location, and a general debriefing of a case, before not-so-politely telling him to get on it.

dean was not disappointed, because he hadn't been expecting anything. but he was irritated. it was a prime example of the fact that he was only at home right now because someone needed to watch over bug, and it certainly wasn't going to be her father, who slipped away at the first chance he got. conveniently, dean was not told what to do with bug, so long as he took his father's orders and got shit done.

he slipped out of bed, a hand ruffling through his sleep mussed mop. through his gapped door, he could already hear bug singing to herself, and the sound of something getting scribbled on. of course he was set to have to clean crayon off of the walls on his birthday.

he changes out of his pajamas quickly and into a variation of his everyday wardrobe, and sighs heavily as he pushes open his bedroom door, bracing himself for the worst.

to dean's surprise, there was no mess. just a little girl sitting at the small kitchen table, hair more mussed than his was, still wearing the cowboy hat pajamas she loved so dearly. a piece of paper was in front of her, one that was being utterly decimated by the scribbles of a red crayon.

"hey, baby bug," dean sighs, his lips pulling into a tight smile, "hate to interrupt your riveting morning, but dad's got us goin' on the road tonight."

"on the road?" she asks, her head tilting to the side. still, her eyes don't leave the paper, her eyebrows furrowed as she focuses so heavily on the scribblings.

dean huffs out a laugh. "tell me about it."

bug is quiet for a second, the only sound in the room being the rough etches of her crayon against the paper. he realizes very quickly that if he wants to be in the car and to georgia before sundown, he's going to have to take matters into his own hands and get his baby sister moving.

his footsteps echo on the hardwood of the apartment's floor as he approaches, clapping his hands together a couple of times to gather bug's attention. his arms slip under hers as he yanks her out of the dinning chair. bug's fist crumples her paper to grab it as she's yanked, already stringing out unintelligible noises that he assumes are little kid curses.

"i know, i know," he says, tucking her to his chest with one arm as he carries her into what was once her and sam's shared room, but has now become hers alone. "but i wanna beat the sunset, and we can't do that if we're coloring all day."

bug's head tilts again. she looks so much like dean, sometimes. she's only his sister half-biologically, but there's so much of him and sam in her that he forgets it often. sam's little smile when she's amused, dean's nose scrunch when she's pissy. her nose is extremely scrunched up right now.

"can i bring my picture?" she asks as he rifles through the mess that was her room. at one point, a low point, he got tired of being her primary caregiver and let it get to this point. toys everywhere, sam's clothes littering the floor, her clothes in his dressers, her favorite dresses in her toy box...

he'd clean it up eventually, he promises himself every day. but rarely did he get time for himself or time at all to try, and most nights anyways, he had bug in his bed, an arm secured around her. there was no way he was going to run the risk of nearly losing her like he had with sam so long ago, when she was too little to know that possibility even existed.

dean helps her get properly dressed, running a brush through the tangly knots of her hair, before he answers. "promise not to color all over baby?"

the smile in the mirror's reflection was often the one thing that kept him from losing his mind. no, bug was not something he asked for, especially not to play father over her, but he could never be mad at her for that. "i promise."

"then sure," he says with a little shrug, grabbing a little sparkly ponytail from the top of the dresser and looping it through her hair, "only bring like, six colors, though. so we know if you lost 'em."

"my favorite ones?"

dean shrugs again, giving her ponytail a little tug before leaning down to scoop her up again. "you bring your favorite ones, i'll make sure we don't leave 'em anywhere, yeah? extra special crayon patrol duty."

packing for these on-the-spot trips had become routine at this point. bug had gotten used to it, too, by now, even unceremoniously declaring herself on snack duty, which meant dean was eating strawberry banana puffs and sipping apple juice for the duration of the drive. he handled the scarier stuff; the weapons, the toiletries, and diapers, before she'd grown up and no longer needed them.

it gives him pause for a second, when he's loading her into her carseat in the back, at how big she's gotten. does their dad even know that bug is nearly at his waist now? that she can argue dean in circles?

he doubts it. their dad didn't even remember his oldest's birthday, after all.

dean studies the map and the route while bug scribbles more in the background, still humming to herself. he's certain it's a baby medley of metallica songs, as certain as he is that this trip is going to take past sunset, regardless.

he scrubs a hand over his face and tries, really tries, to keep the irritation at a minimum. it was never bug's fault, but he wished sometimes that he didn't have to drag her into all of this, and so young, too.

the drive is strenuous; back roads melting into back roads, driving through small towns of people who also don't know it's his birthday. at least they have an excuse.

"dean!" bug screeches over the rock music, and when he glances in the rearview mirror, he meets her bright-eyed expression. "blue or purple?"

dean's mouth scrunches up as he thinks, an expression that bug mimics in the reflection back at him. his heart warms. "both."

"i can't do that!"

dean scoffs. "baby bug, you can do anything. you could make the freakin' sky green, if y'wanted."

he's guessing at this point, unsure of what she was even coloring back there. he hadn't gotten a glance at it back in the apartment, and definitely couldn't see anything but a mass of blurry colors from the rearview mirror.

"there is no sky." said as if dean was supposed to know the inner workings of his baby sister's brain. "it is a flower."

"blue petals, purple petals. easy."

one more glance in the mirror, and he watches as bug's expression shifts in realization. catches the start of an approving nod. of course he knew what he was talking about; who did anyone think taught her how to color within the lines?

it's always peaceful, somehow, on these long drives. bug keeps him company, which he actually appreciates. the silence might have ruined him if he kept subjecting himself to it. he remembers a time when she used to wake up from every car nap wailing, and he'd have to pull over and soothe her to sleep or handfeed her strawberry banana puffs. now, she was pretty much a little human, and he still couldn't believe it.

not his daughter, but he loved her like one, he thought. dean only wished that their father did, too.

the diner he pulls into is a little rundown, but he knows from experience that these are the best ones. hole in the walls of small towns that don't get the luxury of keeping them secret. he finds them all.

it's not even ten seconds after they're seated that bug cuts in, interrupting the waitress's rehearsed lines. "it's his birthday."

dean actually falters, stuttering over the stern words about politeness and whatever else you're supposed to teach to kids to not let them turn into his father.

the waitress's eyebrows raise, a little smile curling on her mouth. "that so?" she taps her pen on the pad of paper in her fingers before she looks over at dean. he doesn't like this. there was some sort of communication in that look on her face and on bug's that he was not getting. "want a milkshake?"

"no," dean starts, his lips pulled tight, his throat tight, everything a bit more intense now, for some reason, couldn't understand why.

at the same time, bug says, "yes."

the waitress winks and stalks off before he can do a thing about it. "baby bug." his voice is stern, but not as stern as he wants it to be.

bug sits up straighter in her seat, tilting her chin up in a way that indicated he was about to have his ass handed to him. "why don't you want a milkshake?"

the truth was that he didn't want a birthday, but he couldn't explain his pessimism to a toddler, so he says, "because big kids want something stronger than milkshakes."

"two milkshakes?"

his eyes close for a second. alcohol is probably not a good thing to teach toddlers about, either. "i didn't even think you knew today was my birthday," he says instead, nudging her little hand over the tabletop.

a look of pure befuddlement crosses over bug's expression. "i know birthdays."

the picture that she'd been working on all day makes an appearance on the table. he knew she'd been clutching something in her hand when he carried her into the diner, but hadn't been very focused on what she was doing. it'd been a long day, long drive. it was probably a crayon she'd lose and they'd have to come back in for before they continued driving. extra special crayon patrol duty and all.

it's edges are crumpled from her little fist gripping it so tightly, and the fold of it is jagged, but there in front of him is a card. the front of it is entirely made up of red hearts, only little bits of white paper peeking between them.

dean's eyes flick between her and the card a couple of times, his jaw loosing and closing and opening again. "you've been making this for me? all day?"

"it is very special." bug adjusts on her side of the booth, balanced on her knees as she leans across to the center of the table to open it. "look."

on one side is a giant purple and blue flower. purple petals scattered between blue petals, and a clear mix of blue and purple for the stem, layered atop each other. on the other side, in big letters, some backwards, some uppercase and some lowercase, is happy birthday dean!!!!!

dean feels a little like a baby himself, with the way his breath hitches. he can't cry over a birthday card. how pathetic would that make him?

"the back is not done." she slides the card closer to dean, urging him to take it, nose scrunching up in that familiar contempt. "you said we have to come n' eat."

dean takes it from her, flipping it over to see what had her so twisted up. his eyes actually do well up, then, at the sight of a big stick figure drawn in blue and purple, and a littler one next to it, holding its hand, in blue, purple, and pink. the dress on the littler one, as she said, was not done. neither was the green sky.

"thank you," he says, his voice a little more breathless than he wanted it to be, a lot more choked up than he expected. "m'gonna keep this forever, y'know."

bug doesn't even look fazed at the fact that he was damn near crying over a handmade birthday card. in fact, she looks downright smug, wearing sam's dimpled smile. "y'better. i worked really hard."

"yeah, baby bug. it shows."

the waitress slides a milkshake in front of dean, and a littler one in front of bug. then she turns without another word to go to the back of house again. dean's a little too raw to care that they hadn't even ordered yet, plucking the cherry off the top of the whipped cream and chewing on it to keep from thinking too hard.

bug's chugged half of her milkshake by the time the waitress comes back, a slice of pie on a little plate with a lit candle in its center. "it's not much, but..." she trails off, glancing between bug and dean with a little smile, "i figured this was a very big deal."

bug nods furiously, still not having stopped drinking her pink milkshake. the sugar rush was going to be impossible when they reached the hotel, but with how light dean was feeling, he might end up jumping on the bed with her.

"make a wish!" bug huffs, her little leg kicking out at dean's knee beneath the table.

dean stares down at the cherry pie, the whipped cream hiding the candle's base in it's foam. what did you wish for when things never tended to go right?

in his pocket, dean's phone buzzes. he blinks once, blinks twice, before answering. "sam?"

"hey!" sam's voice is like a soothing distraction to the ache in his chest. he figured the field trip would take up most of sam's attention, hadn't been expecting any sort of phone call or word from him until he came home. he'd had a lifetime of doubts that kept him from believing that anyone could consider him. "happy birthday, dean."

his heart falters in his chest again. dean smiles before he can stop himself. "thanks, sammy," he says, his voice still rough on the edges, "wanna talk to bug?"

bug's already reaching across the table to steal the phone, and as she does, dean considers the candlelit pie again. he listens to sam's muffled voice from the other side of the booth, and bug's excited recounting of her birthday card making, and he knows what to wish for.

another birthday like this, dean thinks, as the flame dissipates into smoke.

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notes, cried writing this thank u for asking. this was one of those shower ideas that wouldn't go away, so... wrote it! anything for my birthday baby.

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[hezekiahwakely]

After spending literally multiple days and nights listening to hours of new music, here are my thoughts on what the Protocol playlists might tell us about the characters. I'm gonna break it down by large themes and I'm putting it under a read more bc I don't know how to not ramble about this. its SO MUCH

Gwendolyn Bouchard 👁️

Hers is the most self-explanatory. Girlboss is girlbossing and paying for it. But I did pick up several nuances.

Gwen is: Cold, power-hungry, and ambitious (you should see me in a crown, Are You Satisfied?, Severance theme). Suffering from her own hubris (Oh No!, Gasoline). Resentful and envious, especially about family, wealth, and power (Family Jewels, 24 hours, Warriors). Touching the dark and being supernaturally influenced (Mr. Bonzo theme, Evil Eye, We Don't Talk About Bruno, Making Love to the Dead).

Special mention to the 'daddy's money' reference in 24 hours.

Samama Khalid 😶‍🌫️

Sam makes ridiculously long playlists, like me, so this entry is gonna be long, but the emotional vibes were pretty easy to pick out once I got through it.

Sam is: Straight chillin' to some lo-fi beats, desi hip hop, and melodic bops (literally too many to list but, Remind Me, Forgive the Mess, 93 'Til Infinity, Magpie, Fire Sale, Iniesta Flow, I Guess, Prarthana, Hai Hai, etc., etc.). Rebellious (The Adults Are Talking, Reptilia). Bonded with someone (Halo Flip, soulboy). Yearning, romantic, and playful (Girl Like You, Mr. Sandman, New House, Meteor, You Only Live Once, Be Your Girl, Dear Jean, Say The Word, My Girl/Hey Girl, Smiley, The Real Sugar). Reminiscing about a break-up (Oui, Afterparty Lover, Last Nite, Stick Season, Turn off the Lights, Jessie (i miss you), WONDERING, Afterthought, I Love You, I'm Trying). Full of regrets, pain, and melancholy bitterness (Seasons, Can't Call It, Let It Go, nightmares, Pretty Insane, different tomorrow..., Cigarette Daydreams, CABIN FEVER, Self destruct, Go Back, Stuck Here With Me, Bliss City). Alienated, yet wanting to be alone (uh-oh) (Creep, Alone, Stone cold., Paint it, Black).

Special shout-out to all the implications about the old Sam/Alice relationship. And I'm especially worried by the potential meanings of Downside Up, Let It Go, Go Back, and Stuck Here With Me.

Also, interesting that there's a lyric-free track just called 'drained' at the end of his playlist. I'm sure that's fine.

Alice Dyer 🌀

Oh my girl. What is going on with you. She has impeccable and predictable taste, at least. But... then there's the Ominous Implications again...

Alice is: Rebellious, anarchic, and irreverent (Underclass Hero, Toxicity, Tribute, Buddy Holly, Dragostea din tei, Feel Good Inc., Piss Off, Rebel Rebel, Ghost Town, Brimful of Asha, Surrender, Uncle Walter, United States of Whatever). Blasting high-confidence power anthems (Material Girl, Therefore I Am, Jump, Bad Reputation, The Middle). Depressed behind a mask of high energy and false cheeriness (SugarCrash!, Mad World, Bathroom Floor). Yearning after someone's love (A.M. 180, Zombie Love Song, Nearer Than Heaven, Save Tonight, Ms. California, Because I Love You, Fell In Love With A Girl, Take Me Out). Reminiscing about a break-up (Ciao!, Built This Way, Kidz 'N' Stuff, FRIENDS, Free Fallin', Not In Love, Who Knew, Song for the Dumped, When It All Falls Apart, Laid, Complicated). Feeling crazy and overwhelmed (uh-oh) (Basket Case, In Too Deep, Bonkers, I'm A Robot, Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds, 19-2000, Wonderland, High, Undone, Cosmic Castaway). Creeped out and brushing up against the supernatural (Walking On Air, The Blue Wrath, Pet Sematary).

Oooh. Oh, the implications. The Sam/Alice break-up. The potential for feelings that remain. I HAVE to know what happened between them.

Also, here are some select lines from five Alice songs presented without comment: "Yeah, I'm a zombie, baby," "I'm a robot, I'm a robot/I don't have any feeling in my heart," "I don't wanna be buried in a Pet Sematary/I don't want to live my life again," "Take me down, six underground/The ground beneath your feet," "Walking like a zombie, like a zombie."

I'm sure that's all fine.

Celia Ripley 🕸️

The most mysterious new member of the OIAR, her music choices are appropriately enigmatic. The Vibes make me excited to see what she's hiding under the surface.

Celia is: Raring for a fight (Seven Nation Army, Rumble, know your place, Run from Me). Fed up with the system (Blood//Water, Run You). Bold, sexy, headstrong, and self-confident (Creature, Took A Trip, River, Do It For Me, Aerials, Uber). Struggling against supernatural influence, feeling trapped and helpless (Mama! There's a Spider in My Room, Where Is My Mind?, I Feel Like I'm Drowning, Closer, Space Dementia, Rain)

So we've all but confirmed the theory that she's from the OG Archives timeline and that she has continuing ties to the Web from passing through Hill Top Road. I think we have hints here that she's manipulating the others, but I also think there are signs that she's fighting her own battle against an evil trying to take her. There also seems to be an overarching theme of water in many of her songs for some reason 🤔

I can't wait to get more of Celia. Even if she is lying, I'm rooting for her (<hoping this doesn't come back to bite me in the ass)

In conclusion, I love them all already your honor, and I want to thank the cast for putting such loving care into crafting these for us. Thank you for such great food to feed our wild theorizing.

[dumbbitchenergy17]

Clan of Three - Chapter 12

Chapter Twelve: The Jedi

Plot: A Mandalorian, an infant with a history of the jedi, and a teenager with similar powers with an undiscovered lineage. An unlikely group to travel the galaxy together.

Word Count: 7.9K

Pairing: Father Figure!Din Djarin x Platonic!Teen!Reader

Warnings: fighting/violence, injuries, blood, semi-angst, PTSD, some wholesome moments

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The Crest appears above the planet Corvus, half of the planet green and full of forestry the other half darkened with deep red scars in the earth, “Corvus, this is the place. I’ve detected a beacon.” Din says prepping the ship to begin landing before looking back at the child moving in his seat, “I’m gonna start the landing cycle. You better get back in your seat.” The Mandalorian faces forward as the child begins to move once again reaching for the small ball attached to the joystick, “Hey, what did I tell you? Back in your seat.” The child reluctantly sits back as Din continues his approach but its tiny hands raise up and the ball unscrews summoned to his hands.

The Crest flies over the town where the beacon was coming from landing in the woods outside of the city, Din turns to see the child fidgeting with the small ball, “What did I say about that? This needs to stay on the ship.” He takes the ball from whining the green baby slipping it into his belt.

The sound of a groan has Din alert as he quickly climbs down the ladder entering the main hull. The child following quickly by his pram spots his guardian hovering over a cot resting a girl. Din pushes back the strands of hair that are flush to your face and neck seeing the sweat glistening on your temples and neck. From the thermal scanner, Din curses seeing the high temperature coming off you. Grabbing the medpack that was kept by you for quick access taking in the dwindling supplies, just the small remains of bacta spray left and not enough bandages. Throughout their week-long travels to Corvus Din had been attentive in checking your wound making sure you had water and taking the time to clean and change you into some clothes Din had been sure not to see anything. Your clothes are already cleaned but have kept you in more comfortable clothes. But you still remained unconscious and with only getting the water it made sense you were to get sick while also fighting to heal.

Din peels up his shirt from your body to view your injury, unwrapping the stained bandage and wincing seeing the crudely burned flesh it wasn’t going to be a pretty scar when healed. What concerned him though was the redness and fluid coming from the wound, he knew Cara had been rushing and it was truly life or death so the chances things weren’t properly sanitized or your injury wasn’t is likely. This explains the fever from the infection but bacta spray wasn’t going to cut it, he needed stronger medicine. Din would have taken you to a hospital if he could but the chances that he would be taken by the New Republic or the empire spotting you and the child in such a vulnerable state. He couldn’t risk it.

The child emits a sad noise seeing the crease between your brows placing his small hand against your cheek, trying to pour some of his power into helping you. Din watches thinking your injury will heal and you would wake up but the child pulls away looking at him confused why it didn’t work. Was it something he was doing wrong…or were you stopping him he didn’t understand this jedi thing.

“I’m gonna get you something ya hear me kid,” Din says quickly grabbing a cloth and wetting it in the fresher returning and placing it on your forehead. He feels slightly relieved seeing the pained look on your face disappear slightly with the cold cloth. Rewrapping your wound and covering you with the blanket taking one last look he stands moving towards the ramp. A whine comes from the child as he tries to follow Din. “Not much to see out here,” The green infant coos and Din looks down at him as the ramp continues to lower, “Never had dealings with a Jedi before.”

Sighing he picks up the child placing him in his side satchel, “Let’s head into town. See if we can pick up a lead.” Leaving the Crest he places the ship in ground security protocols not letting anyone get in while he leaves you in a weakened state.

Reaching the city gate the fog settled around him making the whole town more desolate, spotting the guard on the wall above the gate he stares at the man and he stares back, “State your business.” The man on top of the wall calls out.

“Been tracking for a few days. Looking for a layover.” Din calls out and the man in the armor looks over internally comparing his own to the pristine beskar, “Nice armor. You a hunter, then?”

“That’s right.” Din nods, “Guild?” The man questions and he nods once again, “Last I checked.” The man turns to speak to someone else he couldn’t see in a language he didn’t recognize before he calls out in Basic, “Open the gate.”

The large gates creak open allowing the Mandalorian inside and he was surprised by the empty streets and the lifelessness of the town. He quickly notices the citizens picking at scraps and looking dejected, he walks up to a droid to speak but it walks past him. “Pardon me, vendor, have you heard of anyone…”

Seeing a man standing by a table more pushed into an alley, beside him are two children a boy and a girl as they break apart a small loaf of bread. “You there. I need some information. I’m looking for medicine and someone,” The man looks shocked being addressed he whispers something to the children and they go rushing off further into the alley.

“Please, do not speak to them, or to any of us.” The man speaks shaking his hands and looking around to see if anyone is watching this interaction, Look, I just need to know…”

“The Magistrate wants to see you.” A man behind Din speaks up and he turns to see two armored mercenaries standing almost waiting for him, he nods briefly glancing back at the man who avoids all eye contact. Being escorted through the main street they reach a section where people stand in cages their screams filling the air as electricity harms them. The chill that runs through his body when their screams are replaced with yours and his hands turn into fists as he looks forward as they cry out to him, “Help us…She’ll kill us all.”

A guard opens a second gate of the city with enters a villa a clear difference from the town, the freshwater from the moat, and the greenery and flora. He could understand where the money is going. Walking across the bridge he spots a woman looking over the waters of the moat dressed in much better clothes than the townspeople, “Come forward. You are a Mandalorian?” The Magistrate calls out and Din moves forward, “Yes.”

She nods, “I have a proposition that may interest you.” Din quickly responds to her statement, “My price is high.” He was only here to find the jedi and to get you medicine he didn’t have time for bounties,

“This target is priceless. A Jedi plagues me. I want you to kill her.” The magistrate explains and Din could only assume it’s the same one he is looking for, “That’s a difficult task.” He says and the Magistrate nods knowing her offer was not one for the faint of heart,

“One that you are well-suited for. The Jedi are the ancient enemy of Mandalore.” She says hoping his creed’s dislike for the jedi would make the offer more appealing but Din is standing firm, “As I said, my price is high.”

The Magistrate holds her hand out and a droid servant comes over with a large spear which she takes before passing it to Din, “What do you make of this?”

Din accepts the weapon with two hands examining the weapon and its craftsmanship. Ringing the staff against his armor and a crisp ring fills the air confirming his suspicions….pure beskar.

“Beskar.” He comments and she nods taking the weapon back and holding it with one hand, “Pure beskar… like your armor. Kill the Jedi and it’s yours.” She offers and Din thinks of his options,

“Where do I find this Jedi?” He asks and the Magistrate calls over another droid servant who gives him coordinates to where they had last seen this jedi, “I ask only one thing,” Din speaks up and the Magistrate nods letting him continue, “I am in need of medicine, bandages, and an E-Bacta Shot.” The woman looks surprised at his comment.

“E-Bacta shots are very hard to come upon, but very well you kill the jedi you will receive it as well as the staff-” “I require the medicine now.” The Magistrate stares at Din almost piercing through his helmet and her face changes with realization. He needed it not for him, but someone else…someone he had to care enough about who was injured enough that they would need an experimental drug to help them. “Very well, fetch an E-Bacta shot and some bandages for the Mandalorian,” She orders a droid they head off the fetch the objects. It didn’t take long before the droid returned with a small pouch given to the man who looked inside seeing the shot and wrappings. With one final look, he departed to find his bounty.

The man called Lang leads Din and the child out of the city gate, looking down he notices the child in the pouch staring back at him behind shrinking back, “What is that thing?” Din looks at the child and then at Lang, “I keep it around for luck.” Lang nods looking at the bounty hunter,

“You’re gonna need it where you’re headed.” He quips before heading back into the city gates leaving the two. Returning to the Crest punching in the security code to disable lockdown Din and the Child enter, the kid quickly enters his pram as he moves towards the girl still asleep. Your fever only rose higher to temperatures that were concerning him as chills began, taking the cloth that was mainly dry now to wipe some sweat from the back of your neck. Pulling back the blanket to see your wound he completely removed the bandage going to the fresher to get a new damp cloth to clean the irritated and oozing wound.

Apologizes whispered into the air watching you wince in your sleep, “You’re alright kid, got you some medicine. You’re gonna feel better.” Din promises, removing the cloth he opens up the small pouch taking out the E-Bacta shot and the new bandages. Opening the cover for the syringe he was lucky you were unconscious so you couldn’t see the very long and thick needle that was to enter your body. The child hides back in his pram unable to watch the needle enter you. Normally it would have been a smaller dose but he needed this to work beside you were going to be asleep during this. The vibrant liquid quickly enters your body as he injects it right beside where your wound before wrapping it once more with bandages. Din pulls up your blanket as a large shiver takes over your body.

“We have to go…but you’re going to be alright. You fight kid. Gar're morut'yc ner cyar'ika” (you’re safe my darling) Din whispers his gloved hand tracing your face and pushing the small strands of hair back. He could only hope that this worked having only heard of the effects it has though affecting an individual's senses it did accelerate their healing and that’s what matters. He wanted you awake and okay--no needed you to be. Once again making sure you were alright before he and the child leave the Crest to set off once again to search for this jedi.

Whisper of voices, the brief brushes of something or someone touching you as your eyes open seeing stone above and the ground rough beneath you. Pushing yourself to your elbows find yourself in almost a cave with lanterns that light the area. Looking around confused you were on Nervarro then…you couldn’t remember…whisper of voices float through the air as a breeze appears blowing your hair and ruffling your clothes. Looking forward, the lanterns glow a brilliant blue and yellow pulse almost alive as you rise to stand.

“te oya'la pirun” The earth breathes out the words as you are guided by the lights almost an invisible string wrapped around you pulling you further into the caves, the lights growing and dimming with each breath you take drawing closer. The pounding of a drum shakes the ground around you and the tunnel opens up revealing an open cave filled with people some holding candles, and large torches decorating the path leading you to dark waters. Pillars stand tall inscriptions carved into the stone as a voice speaks out, “Bat ner gai bal te gai be ruyot. Ibac Ni Kelir kemir te ara be te Mand'alor. Bal te miit be te Resol'nare Kelir cuyir darasuum o'r ner kar'ta. Ibic cuyir te ara.” You couldn’t recognize the words being spoken and you freeze seeing those standing by the waters on steps leading down to the black waters.

“Mama…papa…” You whisper your voice an echo as you look at your parents confused by their appearance. Your mother wears these white tubed flowers in her hair with a large headpiece, her clothes regal in shades of blues, teals, and purples nothing you’ve ever seen her wear before. Your father wears shades of tan loose clothes and a deep brown robe that appear natural but seem to have more significance. It wasn’t something you were used to seeing on either of them, especially in this location.

“te oya'la pirun”

Those words repeat again as your parents hold out their hands but for a moment it’s not your parents, it's a woman with fair skin, bright blonde hair, and soft blue eyes with a man with auburn hair and a beard with strong grey eyes. You stare at the woman and man as they look back at you the woman has a gentle smile and the man has a very neutral expression but you could see the pride in his eyes. The string seems to pull you forward as you move past the two taking a step down into the water. It licks at your feet as you continue to step further into the water words you weren’t even sure you could speak but it comes from your mouth,

“Bat ner gai bal te gai be ruyot,”

Each step further into the water it reaching your knee as the string around you pulls you deeper,

“Ibac Ni Kelir kemir te ara be te Mand'alor,”

The water soaks you now at your waist your hands spread as the liquid slips past your fingers. A pang of fear comes over you being this deep in the water but it quickly leaves with a peaceful feeling,

“Bal te miit be te Resol'nare Kelir cuyir darasuum o'r ner kar'ta.”

The glimpses of your parents and the other two fill your vision as you take the final step the water at your chest. This feeling of something in the water doesn’t fear you but invites you in almost calling to you as you speak the final words.

“Ibic cuyir te ara.”

And you sink into the water darkness taking over.

The sounds of nature surround Din and the child as they travel deeper into the woods following the coordinates provided by the Magistrate. “Well, these are the coordinates. Keep your eyes open. We must be close.” Din speaks to the small child through his visor he examines the trails and looks for signatures of footprints or markings that someone was there. A crack fills the air making the hunter pause, “You hear that? Don’t worry. Sit right here. Let me see what’s out there.” Pulling the child out of the bag and placing him on a rock while slowly pulling his rifle off his back. Looking through the scope toward where the noise was coming from only to spot some native animals far off in the distance eating the vegetation.

“False alarm,” Din says turning around right out the moment two lightsabers came down on him. Quickly blocking with his vambraces the beskar deflects the energy of the weapon. Releasing a wave of flames from his flamethrowers sends his enemy back and burns her cloak making her take it off. Shooting his arm out and a cord wraps around her arms restricting her movements, but she jumps into the air over a branch flinging Din midair as a pulley. Din detaches the wire landing on the ground and she is free as well both blaster and lightsabers ready to duel but he quickly speaks up, “Ahsoka Tano! Bo-Katan sent me. We need to talk.”

The jedi Ahsoka lowers her weapons but not looking at the Mandalorian but past him at the child sitting on the rock watching the fight, “I hope it’s about him.”

The evening has taken over the planet as the clearing is only lit by a single lantern. Din watches the two just sitting in silence looking at each other, “Is he speaking? Do you understand him?” Ahsoka nods standing picking up the child and bringing them to a new clearing Din follows holding the lantern, “In a way. Grogu and I can feel each other’s thoughts.” She explains to the child sitting on a rock and it perks up hearing his name.

“Grogu?” Din says and the child Grogu makes another noise hearing his name and now looking at Din.

“Yes. That’s his name.” Ahsoka explains as Din watches the child well Grogu stares at a large butterfly moving through the air, “Grogu.” Din calls out and Grogu quickly looks over at Din making a gurgling noise.

“He was raised at the Jedi Temple on Coruscant. Many Masters trained him over the years. At the end of the Clone Wars when the Empire rose to power, he was hidden. Someone took him from the Temple. Then his memory becomes… dark. He seemed lost. Alone. I’ve only known one other being like this. A wise Jedi Master named Yoda.” Ahsoka speaks looking at Grogu and then off into the distance thinking of memories of the past.

“Can he still wield the Force?” Ahsoka asks turning to Din. “You mean his powers?”

“The Force is what gives him his powers. It is an energy field created by all living things. To wield it takes a great deal of training and discipline.” Ahsoka explains motioning to all that surrounds them, from the rocks to the lush trees.

“I’ve seen him do things I can’t explain. My task was to bring him to a Jedi,” Din explains thinking of all the things he’s seen Grogu do as well as you, “There’s another the same as him, she has one of your weapons.” Din points at one of her lightsabers resting on her hips.

“You found another Jedi but the Jedi Order fell a long time ago…is she from the temple?” Ahsoka asks but Din shakes his head, “She’s a child from Tatooine…an orphan seemingly trained by herself.”

“Where is she then?” She questions and Din grows silent Ahsoka could sense the fear that shackles him as well as guilt, “She will be alright.” She rests her hand on his shoulder as he moves his gaze to watch the small infant,

“The Empire is gone, yet it still hunts them. They need your help.” He says and Ahsoka stands looking at the two before heading off to a part of the clearing,

“Let him sleep. I’ll test him in the morning.” 

The screams filled the great hall, and blaster fire fills the air as the fight for your life pushes you forward. Your blade cuts down the troopers as they keep appearing to overwhelm you. Swinging your blade but it comes in contact with another, the once orange saber now blue clashing against another blue saber. The roar of the wind as an eruption of fiery liquid and a rock flies into the air. A man with wild hair and eyes that only showed rage presses his saber harsher against yours.

"I have failed you, Anakin. I have failed you." You speak but your voice comes in and out with another the voice of a man. Guilt and sadness fill your chest seeing the man in front of you as you stand on opposite sides.

"I should have known the Jedi were plotting to take over!" He shouts out his eyes once blue a sickly shade of yellow, the darkness in his heart taken over.

"Anakin, Chancellor Palpatine is evil!" You yell out to the man you’ve never met before feeling tears fill your eyes. This sadness is like a weight in your chest trying to pull you down, the hot air blowing your hair and clothes the same as his.

"From my point of view, the Jedi are evil!" He shouts raising his weapon and you raise yours too feeling a piece of you leave dying alongside the light in him.

"Well, then, you are lost!" You cry out before you both rush forward grabbing each other and holding you back as the lava erupts showering over you as you’re shoved backward finding yourself on the shores of the river the heat from the lava burning as you stare down at the man his arm and legs cut off as he tries dragging himself up the blackened ash.

A sorrow, unlike anything, fills you as you cry out to him, and the man’s voice splits with yours, "You were the Chosen One! It was said that you would destroy the Sith, not join them! Bring balance to the Force, not leave it in darkness!"

His cries fill the air as he slides closer to the flames the hatred in his eyes, "I hate you!" He spits and you climb further up the sands your hand reaching down to grab his weapon the weight of its sins heavy. You look back at the man tears filling your eyes.

"You were my brother, Anakin; I loved you.” You turn to leave his screams as the flames burn his body leaving you with haunted memories. You move to leave this moment when a voice calls out behind you

“You have something I want.”

Dawn covers Corvus as the Mandalorian with Grogu follows the jedi into a green clearing the forest and nature vibrant compared to what he’s seen in the town. “Let’s see what knowledge is lurking inside that little mind,” Ahsoka says as Din places Grogu on a large rock and steps back the jedi grabs a small rock holding it in her hand before turning her palm and the rock floats in mid-air. Pushing her hand out the rock floats over to the smaller jedi as he holds his hands out taking the rock from the air giggling and having the stone, “Now, return the stone to me, Grogu.” She says holding her hand out, the child looks down at the rock before holding it closer to his chest,

“He doesn’t understand.” Din says but Ahsoka shakes her head still holding her hand out, “He does.” Grogu whines not wanting to give it but put Ahsoka pushes, “It’s okay. The stone, Grogu.” Grogu looks at her before willfully dropping the stone to the ground.

Ahsoka moves to kneel in front of the child holding his hand, “I sense much fear in you. He’s hidden his abilities to survive over the years. Let’s try something else. Come over here.” She says before moving back and motioning for Din to come over.

“He’s stubborn.” The bounty hunter comments and Ahsoka disagrees, “Not him. You. I want to see if he’ll listen to you.”

Din scoffs hearing the request, “That would be a first.”

“I like firsts,” She smirks as she hands Din the stone, “Good or bad, they’re always memorable. Now, hold the stone out in the palm of your hand. Tell him to lift it up.” She steps back watching Din look at her before sighing and turning towards the child,

“All right, kid. Lift the stone.” He holds the stone out, “Grogu.” Ahsoka cuts in and Din looks over at her.

“Grogu…” This peaks his attention as he looks at the Mandalorian, “Come on, take the stone.” He tries enticing him but he just coos not listening, “You see? I told you, he’s stubborn.” Din drops his hand and the stone.

Ahsoka gives him a look, watching the two of them, “Try to connect with him.”

Din takes a deep breath before grabbing something from his belt, “Grogu…” He calls the child’s attention as he reveals the ball and he is intrigued, “Do you want this? Well, go ahead. That’s right, take it. Come on. You can have it. Come on.” Din holds out the ball and Grogu slowly lifts his hands concentrating and the ball rips from Din’s hand into his, “Good job! Good job, kid. You see that? That’s right.”

Din praises the child kneeling down and giving an affectionate rub against his ears making Grogu giggle, “I knew you could do it. Very good.” Ahsoka watches this interaction and her decision is made,

“He’s formed a strong attachment to you,” She comments and Din looks over seeing the hesitant look on her face, “I cannot train him or the girl.”

“What? Why not? You’ve seen what he can do. You haven’t even met the kid.”

“His attachment to you makes him vulnerable to his fears. His anger.” Ahsoka says and Din stands up trying to get her to reconsider, “All the more reason to train him.”

“No. I’ve seen what such feelings can do to a fully-trained Jedi Knight. To the best of us. I will not start this child down that path. Better to let his abilities fade. I’ve delayed too long. I must get back to the village.” She says a pained expression on her face at the mention of the Jedi before she turns and heads off,

“The Magistrate sent me to kill you. I didn’t agree to anything. And I’ll help you with your problem if you see to it that Grogu and the girl are properly trained.” Din says and Ahsoka pauses hearing this news, “She has a small army of guards armed with A350 blaster rifles, two HK-87 assassin droids, and a hired gunfighter. He reads ex-military to me. Combined, not even your laser swords would be able to protect you from all that firepower.”

“True. But don’t underestimate the Magistrate either.” Ahsoka agrees,

“Who is she? She offered me a staff of pure beskar to kill you.” Din explains and Ahsoka looks over at him, “Morgan Elsbeth. During the Clone Wars, her people were massacred. She survived and let her anger fuel an industry which helped build the Imperial Starfleet. She plundered worlds, destroying them in the process.” Din nods remembering the look of the town, “Yeah, it looks like she’s still in business.”

Ahsoka nods before asking him, ”When you were in the city did you see any prisoners?” Din nods remembering the prisoners being tortured, “I saw three villagers strung up just outside the inner gate.”

“We must find a way to free them.” She says and Din agrees, “A Mandalorian and a Jedi? They’ll never see it coming.”

“You have something I want.”

The explosion of the e-web rings in your ears gasping for air you push yourself up looking around finding yourself back on Nevarro. The square in flames parts of buildings destroyed screams of people and children as you come to stand letting out a sharp inhale pressing your hand to your side and seeing red. The city was desolate around you but you could hear blaster fire in the distance the sounds of battle raging on. The sky is dark and the sounds of fighting in the sky and explosions light the sky. Fires raged everywhere covering your mouth to avoid inhaling the smoke as the earth shook and loud explosions made you cover your ears. Your reactions were delayed that you didn’t sense the attack coming at you.

A foot slams against your back pushing you to the ground and when you try to push back up and a foot kicks you in the ribs crying out when it digs into your wound. Falling onto your back, the broken rubble and shards of glass dig into your body as you look up. Chills run down your spine seeing the man hover over you it being him…Moff Gideon.

“You can’t run from destiny,” He says and you try to stand when he kicks you to your hands and knees. Gideon grabs your collar, “Din Djarin…his creed…Mandalore will fall because of you,” His fist slams across your face your head whipping to the side another fist flies blood spewing from your mouth. With each punch your vision flash with memories, Arvala-7, meeting Din, protecting the child, your journeys, the lightsaber, but memories not your own appear, the man with hatred in his eyes, the battle in that great hall, the cave with water, your parents, the couple you saw.

"Well, then, you are lost!"

Dots flood your vision with each strike from Gideon, your screams in the Crest as Din whispered comforting words, his bare hands wiping the tears from your eyes.

"You were the Chosen One! It was said that you would destroy the Sith, not join them!

"I hate you!"

The fires scorch your skin and your heart as a man screams to his brother the pain ripping you apart.

“You are far more important to me than anything in the galaxy.”

The ringing of the e-web your hands grasping Din’s armor, the blood staining your hands. No this wasn’t supposed to happen. You didn’t feel him breathing as the battle raged as you clutch his body nothing came out of your mouth as you scream.

“Tatooine may be where you were born but your blood, that is not. Features old but familiar…qualities of those from Mandalore.”

Standing in front of the Armorer, her helmet piercing through your body as she holds your chin. The questions…the confusion at her comment. Tatooine or Mandalore…what was your past.

“Te oya'la pirun”

The water circled your body the water and blood filling the cave no one was there anymore. You drown in the water it’s cooling nature as red mixes in.

"You were my brother, Anakin; I loved you.”

The great hall was filled with the aftermath of the massacre. The great sorrow that fills you, the force almost suffocates you. Cries and blaster fire blind your senses as Gideon grabs you again dragging you along the ground, metal, and glass cutting and tearing into your flesh.

“You have a much more important role in this than you think you do…That can alter your dear Mandalorian’s Creed.

The burning buildings of Nervarro are different, a city unlike anything you’ve seen before surrounds you, the screams of people filling the air. Like falling stars reaching the surface that shake the planet’s core, glass digs into your palms your vision going black as blood pours like a river from your face.

“Bat ner gai bal te gai be ruyot, Ibac Ni Kelir kemir te ara be te Mand'alor,”

Sinking deep into the water, your hands trying to break through the surface as you’re pulled deeper. The peaceful feeling you felt is quickly filled with fear as your screams are silenced by water entering your lungs.

“Bal te miit be te Resol'nare Kelir cuyir darasuum o'r ner kar'ta.”

Your parents lay before you the blood surrounding them, your home in Tatooine ruined. Still hidden under the bed hearing them being killed over and over again. Soon their screams are replaced with a man crying out as the auburn man holds the blonde woman in his arms. It was pain…it was fear…it was a sign.

“Ibic cuyir te ara.”

Gideon pulls away his hand grasping at his belt pulling out a weapon raising it up and swinging it down.

“It ends here Mand’alor.” 

Your eyes snap open pushing yourself off the bed when your legs and arms grow numb and your vision tilts as you crash into the floor. Blinking your vision back a disoriented feeling as your face presses against the metal floor of the Crest. Pins and needles cover your limbs as you force your arm to roll you over onto your back so you face the ceiling. You weren’t sure how long until the numb feeling left and you slowly pushed yourself to sit up against the edge of your cot.

You remember your fight with Din, traveling to Nervarro, discovering the base, and learning about Moff Gideon...

Moff Gideon was alive! With your strength quickly returning you come to stand but your balance tilts and you slam into a wall, your hands pressing into the grids of the metal trying to focus on your breathing your heartbeat pounding in your ears.

“Din!” Your voice hoarse slurs as you shout out as you try to move towards the cockpit but your world seemed to put on a permanent axis making you run into objects and fall into the walls. Reaching the ladder you stare up at it feeling a wave of nausea seeing the distance of the ladder stretch before your eyes.

“d-Din! Din…kriff where are you?!” You shout almost falling back as you turn to find your bag resting on the side falling at grabbing it twice before you use your whole arms to scoop it up and dump everything on the ground. Books fall out and a saber falls rolling onto the ground. A sense of dread fills you suddenly and your head whips toward the direction as you tip over at the same time. Laying on your back you try to continue calming your heart but it only seems to get louder with each inhale. What was wrong with you…everything was going tilted and nothing seemed right. Spotting your saber your hand reaches out to grab it. You needed to find the child..you had to find Din.

After stumbling to the hull after spending 10 minutes trying to just get dressed in your clothes but you just sat on the floor and had thought you already gotten dressed. Strapping your blaster into your hostler missing it a few times before getting right, you decide to hold your saber to make things easier. Your hands rest on the wall trying to calm your breathing as you feel the coldness of the metal. Everything felt dilated to eleven but at the same time, your actions were a second behind your brain, resulting in you wandering through the forest for a bit.

“Holy shit maker this is kriffing crazy…” You huff out resting against a tree having run into it. Pushing forward and head in a general direction praying you to find something. You weren’t sure how long you wandered through the forest everything looked the same until you heard the sound of blaster fire, a thick layer of fog surrounds you and you didn’t see the gate until you run right into it. A loud smack fills the air as you hit the metal and fall to your back the world spinning around you. Your limbs feel like lead as you turn yourself onto your hands and knees looking for a way inside you grab the saber with two trembling hands. A howl emits from the blade making your ears ring as you bring it to the metal it slides through. You practically put your whole weight into a crudely carved hole. You stare at the bright orange blade...I wonder what it feels-no not those thoughts focus, find Din.

A hole from the metal falls through with a large clang and you climb through more like tripped through as your legs became deadweights again. It seemed whatever was happening to you every once in a while your motor function would just fully fail a numbing sensation that felt weightless. This was experienced mainly in the forest, smacking into trees, tripping over branches or just falling over the air and being stuck to the ground for a few minutes before you pushed yourself up and continue on.

You look up seeing you drop your saber the weapon is turned off as you grab it again and use the wall to help you pull yourself up to your feet. The sound of gunfire seemed to be coming from further down the street as you fail to walk straight toward the sounds. Maybe you could ask around if they’ve seen him.

You must have taken a wrong turn finding yourself walking through alleys before you hear someone speaking, “Who do you think’s gonna win? Could be your side… could be my side.” He calls out and who he was speaking doesn’t respond, “I got no quarrel with you, Mandalorian.” Hey, you knew a Mandalorian! Maybe he could tell you where Din was.

“That’s far enough.” A familiar voice speaks as you stumble closer to the opening of the alley trying to focus intently on your footsteps not watching the man.

“You and I, we’re a lot alike. Willing to lay our lives down for the right cause. Which this is not.” You didn’t see the dead body in front of you right at the opening of the alley. You completely trip over them stumbling into the street and crashing into the floor right between the two men who looked surprised. You groan rolling to your side and you look at the boots of this man trailing your gaze up seeing a familiar metal man.

“Heyyyyy Din.” You slur and you didn’t recognize the rigidness in his body. Din felt all the air leave his body, he was about to put a bullet in the person that stumbled into the street. You weren’t supposed to be here? Why..how did you get here!? This weight on his chest lifted seeing you looking at him, breathing, awake. His enemy, however, noticed the girl stumbling out hitting the ground and an instrument used by his enemy beside her. A jedi.

The man pulls out his blaster and aims at the girl but a bullet hits him before he could react, he falls back as Din lowers his blaster. He sighs and moves forward when someone yells, “Behind you!” He quickly turns to fire at the surviving assassin droid as it appears on the roof.

Your gaze is focused on the sky, how far you could measure from one side of the galaxy to the other. Someone quickly appears beside you and you give a goofy grin at the man, “Din…”

“Maker kid, what the hell are you doing here.” He says pulling you to sit up but holding you to make sure you don’t get dizzy. “Looking for you metal head,” You say leaning your head back as you giggle, “woooah did you know you could see yourself through your armor.” Your giggles interrupt your rambles as your focus is put on the reflection of his armor. Din watches you wave to yourself in the reflection of the armor a faint smile hidden behind the beskar helmet. He couldn’t remember the last time he saw you smile. Their time on Sorgan, reunited with Cobb, seeing water for the first time, the small moments you had with the child. He was certain he’s never heard you laugh, a melodic sound that warms his heart. Even in a state where you weren’t fully there the walls you built up for this life had been broken.

“Yeah, kid…tell me more.” He says looking down at you as your laughter fills the air. With the success of defeating the Magistrate’s army the people of Calodan quickly threw together a celebration for their liberation. Din was able to find you food and water to fill you up and the side effects of the bacta shot quickly fade.

Standing outside the gates your mind is now clear and functional as you give a sheepish smile to Din as he stares at the hole in the gate, “You’ve carved a hole..” He says with a  look and you throw your hands up in defense, “Hey I was high off the medicine you gave me so you can’t blame me.” You say and Din shakes his head when appears a woman with orange skin with white markings, her head tails white with blue striping. Her clothes are nothing you’ve ever seen before but your eyes widen seeing the weapons strapped to the waist just like yours.

“I believe this was your payment.” She says holding out a spear and Din shakes his head, “No. I can’t accept it. I didn’t finish the job.” Din says but she holds out the weapon insisting. “No. But this belongs to a Mandalorian. Where is your little friend?” She asks not seeing the child.

“Back at the ship where this one should be as well,” Din says before gesturing over at you and you could feel the slight scolding in his tone. The woman turns to look at you and her neutral face cracks slightly almost as if she’s seen a ghost.

“Bo-Katan said you could train the child and me,” You say and she still seems to be looking over and a slight probe at part of your mind makes you hesitate before you let her in. It was a weird sensation feeling someone push into your mind but for a fraction of a second her own shield falls and you get a glimpse of her more forefront thoughts.

“Who’s Obi-Wan…?” You say and Ahsoka pulls out of your head hearing your question. It was the innocent look on your face that wouldn’t make anyone fearful but it was what she saw inside your mind that had her worried, the fear and rage towards one man. Like relieving a memory of seeing the fear and anger take over someone she had cared deeply about happening before you through only the first stages. She should have sensed you as well even if you weren’t with the Mandalorian but the force was strong in you…strong that it concerned her more than her concern about the Mandalorian and Grogu’s relationship.

“Ahsoka?” You call out to her and for the briefest of moments, she sees two people in you that she lost. The only memories left are those in her mind. “We need to go get the kid, you stay here,” Din says to Ahsoka and she nods as Din starts forward his hand resting on your shoulder leading. You glance back at her seeing the far-off look in her eyes as she watches you two depart.

Reaching the Crest you were given a warm welcome by the child who you quickly took into your arms as he coos at you while you rub his ears tenderly. “Hey, little guy.” You smile at the green creature as it happily giggles seeing you.

“Grogu,” Din says and you look over at him, “Turns out he had a name all this time.” You nod turning back to Grogu the smile still on your face.

“Well, Grogu it’s finally nice to know.” He coos even more hearing you call him by his name, “Come on we have to go.” Din calls out and you follow back to the ramp you didn’t see the way he watched you the sadness in him growing with these final moments.

“Kid..” Din calls out and you turn before the ramp looking at the Mandalorian who holds out your bag for you, “You stay safe alright.” He says and you realize this is a goodbye. You hadn’t imagined it would come so soon after all your adventures, the planets, and the people you’ve met. It felt incomplete in a way like a journey was missing something.

“I will…” You say taking the bag. Your life was shoved into the small bag but now this whole ship had become your home, the memories etched into the metal of the Crest. You sling your bag over your shoulder and Grogu in your arms gives a sad coo feeling your emotions through the force. Din’s hand touches your cheek wiping away a tear you didn’t know had fallen. You throw your free hand around his shoulder burying your face in his shoulder, hesitant his hands move to wrap around you one hand holding your back and the other holding your head.

“You’re going to be fine cyar'ika,” Din whispers as you say goodbye to really the only person who has looked after you, someone who has been a father to you.

“You’re like a father to them.” Ahsoka’s voice comes from behind you both of you pulling away quickly wiping the stray tears as you stand close to Din. She looks at both you and Grogu before shaking her head, “I cannot train them.”

“You made me a promise, and I held up my end.” Din says stepping forward and Ahsoka thinks, “There is one possibility. Go to the planet Tython. There you will find the ancient ruins of a temple that has a strong connection to the Force. Bring them to the seeing stone at the top of the mountain.” She explains.

“Then what?” You ask and she looks over at you, “Then you and Grogu may choose your paths. If you reach out through the Force, there’s a chance a Jedi may sense your presence and come searching for you both.” She says to the two force-sensitive children, “Then again, there aren’t many Jedi left.” She warns and Din nods looking down at you as if you have no choice but to agree.

“Thank you.” He says and you give your own thanks,

“May the Force be with you.” She says as Din takes the child from your arms heading to start up the Crest. You stay on the ramp looking over at Ahsoka who watches you deeply as well.

“Thank you, Ahsoka…” You say and she nods crossing her arms the poncho flows with her movements. It felt instinctively to let the barrier around your mind down being in the presence of another force user. That same probing sensation washes over you before it quickly retreats.

“You can’t run from destiny…you can only embrace what is given.” She says and you freeze her words similar to those said in your dream or was it a vision?

“You can’t run from destiny. Din Djarin…his creed…Mandalore will fall because of you,”

You wanted to ask more questions but the rumble of the Crest and Din’s voice calling out to you make you turn towards the sound but when you turned back the jedi was gone. Only a brush of the wind and her presence in the force let you know she was once here.

The ramp to the ship closes as it rises in the atmosphere its new and final destination decided. Off in the distance, the lone Jedi watches the ship leave with the two force-sensitive beings. One with some former training but the other…she could only be fearful of what it could lead to. She could only hope whatever remaining jedi out there are able to tame this unease that she sensed or is it already too late?

[beansnsoup]

Jaelyn's fic recs!

Fluff - 🧡

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Part one! <- Part Two!

☆ Cupids Arrow (Izuku Midoriya) by @fairytsuk1

prompt: "getting set up by their lovely grandmas, who always go to the same café and gush about their grandkids" 🧡💛

☆ Dressed To Impress (Andrew Siwicki) by @yourlocalsmutwriter

Summary: post Shorty awards smut, because Andrew in a suit makes us all thirsty 🧡💛

☆ Running Wild (Jaeden Martell) by @emmy-writes-sometimes

Summary: Jaeden takes Evans!Reader on a special road trip 🧡

☆ Lessons (Gareth Emerson) by @mytheoristavenue

Summary: You convince Gareth to teach you play the drums, after your cousin, Eddie refuses to teach you guitar, much to his dismay. 🧡💛

☆ Languid (Din Djarin) by @oliviajdjarin

Summary: Lovey dovey sex with your husband, Din. 🧡💛

☆ Experience (Konig) by @rowarn

Summary: in which you live in the same building as a really hot, older, military man 💛

☆ Sitting On Her Face (Hazel Callahan) by @subbypeterparker

Summary: Exactly what the title says... 💛

☆ Bumps & Bruises (Hazel Callahan) by @mphountitled

Summary: "If I put my hands up your skirt right now, am I gonna find you wet?" 🧡💛

☆ Family Affair (Keigo Takami) by @kleftiko

Summary: keigo can’t help that the sight of you with kids makes him want to put a baby in you, and you’re so willing to let him 💛

☆ Cowboy Kisses (Charlie Kelly) by @heartthrobin

summary: Charlie makes a handsome cowboy, covered in fake blood or not. 🧡

☆ Baby Fever (Sal Fisher) by @salfishersface

Synopsis - Sal has baby fever. 🧡💛

☆ Mirror Sex (Sal Fisher) by @cultrise

Summary: Exactly what the title says 💛

[galaxyedging]

The last of my breeding kink Din thoughts. No minors allowed beyond this point.

Din thought once the baby came that his priorities would change. That he would be too tired to crave you like he always has. What he didn't count on was for his son to enjoy his sleep. He also didn't count on the effect seeing your full breast gushing with precious pearlescent liquid would have on him.

The first time he saw it trickle from your nipple he was gripped with a thirst worse than he had ever experienced. Not even when trekking through the arid desert of Tatooine on the warmest of days. Seeing the way his eyes glazed over you'd invited him over to where you lay on the bed. After the first drops hit his tongue he couldn't help the greed that overtook him. His full lips latched around your nipple to drink from you. Droplets dribbled from the sides of his mouth as he opened his lips to moan. His hips shifted against your thigh to gain a little relief from his raging hard on. The baby might like his sleep but his other son was wide awake and causing chaos. Reluctantly, he removed his lips from your breast with a pop.

With the boys finally tucked up in bed. You'd beckoned him over to where you sat in your own bed. Back against the headboard, striped to the waist, baring yourself for him. This first time he'd practically been on top of you in his desperation to taste you. This time he lay his long legs out to the side. Making himself more comfortable, his shoulder rested on the softness of your belly as he began to suckle on you again. Your fingers massaged his scalp as he drank. Din felt a deep sense of shame that he found this all so arousing. He should stop but he couldn't bring himself to. His now painful erection would be his penance. You weren't able to have sex yet so he would simply not touch himself. The unsatisfied ache would be his punishment. He didn't plan on your hand cupping him through the soft pants he slept in. Nor did he expect you to free his weeping cock and begin to pump him gently.

"Does that feel good, Din?" His moaned response against your nipple made you tingle.

"Let me take care of you. Hmm?" You jerked him off at a steady pace as his tongue lapped at the rough skin of your nipples. Combined with the massive release of pressure in your breast it was soothing. Din experienced his own massive release of pressure chanting "Thank you." against your tit as he did.

The guilt of not being able to satisfy you gnawed at him. As much as he was guilty of indulging his more primal instincts with you, he always left you satisfied in the process. When he brought it up you'd simply smiled and reassured him that he would make it up to you later before stroking him faster. As he drank from you deeper you curled around him to taste something he didn't know you were craving. The two of you savoured the taste of the other on your tongues.

A few weeks passed and while Din was on the brink of coming just from the twisted act of corrupting a beautiful act of nature into something so dirty, when you asked him to touch you. It was barely above a whisper at first, a tiny plea, only just caught by his hopeful ears.

"Din, touch me, please." The feral part of him reared up at the fact that his fingers barely circled your clit before you came for him. Even with his lack of experience, you assured him he was the best you'd ever had. Not only did he believe you wholeheartedly, he felt it every time you came for him.

His lips were wrapped around your stiff nipple as his hand was wrapped around his stiff cock. The weight of your hand, fingers threading through his curls kept him there as your other hand rubbed your clit. The tension between you was nearly unbearable.

"I miss you, Din. I need to feel you."

His lips, slick with your milk, trailed up your chest as he spoke. "Are you…sure…you can take…me?" He pressed kisses to your fevered flesh as he spoke.

"I don't know. Maybe…maybe just give me the tip. I need something. Please."

The fat head of his cock barely pushed inside as you came around him. The rhythmic pulse of you dragged him over the edge too.

"Fuck. Take my cum. Take it." His cum slipped down your folds. His fingers gently prised you open to look at where some of it gathered at your entrance. He would never get sick of the sight of it. He hoped to alleviate some of his guilt by taking care of you now that you were ready. His big plans were soon stopped in their tracks.

The sickness blazed through the house. Grogu, the baby, Din and finally you. Watching the children deal with the sickness was awful. Especially the baby, who hadn't even been named yet. Watching his tiny body fight had put a rush on deciding on his name. Once the kids were better it was your turn. You were hit the hardest and took the longest to recover. For weeks you were lethargic, barely able to eat or keep food down. When you finally felt well enough Din planned a little trip. While the boys were being cared for he would spend the night thanking you for everything, your love, his family, in any way you desired.

When he bottomed out inside you for the first time in months, the world slipped away. His only focus was you. Every sound you made at every gentle roll of his hips. Every clench of you around him. Every flex of your fingers and legs that were wrapped around him, spurring him on or urging him to slow. It was perfect. He brought you to your peak twice before filling you deeply and plugging you with his cock. His old urges rising to the surface once more. "I'm so glad you're not sick anymore, Mesh'la."

"I wasn't sick." His brows furrowed in confusion as his attention was drawn away from your freshly filled cunt. "I'm pregnant."

He should have been concerned with your ever growing family. He should be thinking about how you were going to handle yet another baby. Along with a chaotic toddler and his host of equal eccentric aunts and uncles that stop by to add to the chaos. He should care but he doesn't, not with your pussy, that he swears gets even wetter when you carry his child, around him. His desire to fill you is there as always. It's now fuelled with the pride of knowing that it's his seed that has taken root within you. It was his seed that led to your nipples leaking against his chest as fucks you deep. The desire to shoot his load against you cervix isn't dulled by the fact that he knows it won't take. No, there isn't any function beyond it making a mess of his riduur's pretty little cunt. And Din couldn't be happier.

[papurgaatika]

Some questions from your Secret Santa 👀

Who are your top five Pedro boys?

What’s your favorite genre of music?

What’s your guilty pleasure in fics?

What are some of your favorite Pedro looks?

❤️❤️❤️🎄🎄🎄🎄❤️❤️❤️🎄🎄🎄

GASP HOWDY SECRET SANTA

my top 5 boys are Din (we are genuinely married), Joel, Frankie, Dieter, and Acacius (I love a historical moment)

unsure about what my favorite genre is tbh, I just listen to like.. generic sad music LMFAO but here are some of my top songs from this year to give you a broad idea

my fic guilty pleasure?? pregnant reader. I'm a sap, I have intense baby fever all the time, I love when a fic has unplanned but overjoyed pregnancy, or just super soft dad character *daddy issues activated*

and also angsty smut. look. I love angst. I love smut. it's great.

last question in this yap fest, my goodness,,, the yellow Lakers shirt... that shirt... it's like my favorite thing...

and also... all of the rest of these. I kinda lost it scrolling through my album of his photos but,,, LMAO??

I got carried away with this one I fear

ANYWAYYYY

I'm very excited to see what you're cooking and bc I'm an impatient dummy i will not stop thinking about this until I get it

[redwingedwolves]

Hey mike! How about 🦠 !!

Hiya, Luna! Thank you so so much for the ask! ^^ Answering this with Keigo.

Ask Game.

🦠 — f/o or s/i has gotten sick! a cold? a fever? the flu? whatever they caught, write about the other trying to take care of them!

“Yeah, I'm not gonna make it in today either,” Keigo's voice just barely cuts through the din that is the fog in my head. It sends soothing notes of pleasure through my brain, lingering somewhere towards the part that is currently making me want to smell colors and taste shapes.

Out of seemingly nowhere, a coughing fit overtakes me and nothing else exists except the fact that I suddenly can't breathe, and my throat feels like a desert. “Ow, holy fuck.” I whine as it finally passes, pain rocketing through my head. I take in a shaky breath, resisting the urge to wrap my arms around myself, as I feel like I am both freezing and too hot at the same time.

“Huh? Oh, yeah. That's just my husband. He's come down with something serious, and I'm gonna take the day to try and take care of him. He's fine, don't worry. If I think it's looking like anything more than the flu, I'll personally make sure he gets to the hospital myself.”

Though his words register in my brain, I'm not really hearing them at all. It also doesn't quite register that he's not talking to me as I lean up slightly and blindly search him out in the dark space that is our bedroom.

“Keigo???” I whine, drawing out the syllables of his name, whimpering as the action causes pain to once more lace behind my eyes.

“Just a second, honey. I'm on the phone.” He answers me and I whine pitifully. I don't care that he's on the phone. I want his attention. Not only that, but I don't wanna be alone.

Stretching out on the bed, I groan as aches and pains make themselves known across the entire expense of my body. My legs shaking from the exertion before I pull them back up to me again.

“Yeah, he gets really needy when he's sick. Okay, thanks, I'll be sure to do that! Oh, you guys don't have to do that! Well, only if you're all sure. I'll pick it up as soon as it gets here. Thanks! Yep! Okay, bye!”

Keigo clicks the phone off and uses a feather to send it to the nightstand before he turns to regard me. “What am I going to do with you?” He asks fondly, looking over my prone form that probably looks like I've attempted to fold myself into a human pretzel. Which, in all honesty, the thought alone is appealing to my sickness addled brain and I have half a mind to try it.

“Love me, feed me, never leave me.” Is my immediate response, twisting oddly so that I can face him properly, and then whine as the action causes another bout of pain through my head. Gods above, that fucking hurts. Keigo blinks at me before snorting and turning his attention toward the nightstand closest to me.

“Okay then, Garfield, let's get you some medicine for that fever and your head.” I whine at his words, my brain latching onto something that in reality has no relation to what he said, but tell that to my scrambled mind.

“'M not fat.” I mutter, pursing my lips as I glare down at the sheets beneath me. Keigo pauses then, looking back over at me with a frown.

“No?” It sounds like a question, and that makes me feel even more nonplussed.

“You called me Garfield. Garfield is fat. I am not fat.” I grumble, absentmindedly rubbing my hand over various parts of my body as they all ache simultaneously.

“What?” Keigo huffs, laughing softly. “No, baby. No. I was making a reference to what you said. But, okay, in hindsight, I probably should have expected you not to get it in the state you're in.” He reaches over and gently runs a hand through my hair. It's sweat slick and greasy, but he doesn't seem to mind as he runs his fingers through my fringe before gently snatching behind one of my ears. I lean into the touch, mind getting momentarily lost in the sensation. “But, no, baby. I was not calling you fat.”

“Promise,” I ask, blinking open hazy gold and green eyes to stare at him.

“I promise,” he assures, giving my ear one last scratch before pulling away. “Now, let's get you some medicine.” He turns back to the nightstand and rummages around in the contents of the top before selecting a pill bottle. He shakes out two before twisting the top back on and placing it back where he found it. Taking the bottle of water that's almost always on the bedside table, he turns and gently offers both of them to me. “Here, puppy. Take these. They'll make you feel better.”

“Okay,” I take the proffered pills and pop them into my mouth before taking the water and swallowing down a couple of generous gulps. All of a sudden, a sharp pain laces up my stomach and I nearly spit out the next swallow in my mouth. My eyes widen, and I quickly take the bottle away from my mouth as I slowly swallow down the last sip. “Ow, fuck!”

Keigo blinks at me, concern clear in his face. “What happened?”

“Air bubble,” I answer, holding myself very still as the sensation slowly passes.

“Oh, yeah. Those things hurt.” Keigo says, putting emphasis on the word ‘hurt’. I can only nod mutely as I slowly raise the bottle back to my lips and take one final swallow before handing it back to him. He recaps it and places it back on the nightstand.

“Okay, puppy. Let's get you back into bed.” He says, moving to stand, and gestures for me to lay back down.

“Do I have to?” I ask, voice a whine as I stare up at him with pleading eyes.

“Yes, baby boy. If you wanna get better, you do.” He smiles at me as I pout and grumble, but do as he says and lay back down, nuzzling softly into my pillow as I quite suddenly realize just how fucking tired I am. Keigo gently tucks me in, pulling the blankets up over me and ensuring I'm snug, before leaning down to press the lightest of kisses to my forehead. “Get some sleep, honey. Just yell if you need me, okay?”

“Okay,” I murmur back, letting my eyes drift closed as sleep seems suddenly determined to pull me under. “G'night.”

“Goodnight, baby boy. Rest well.” With that said, he slowly pulls away, and my mind only absently registers the sound of the door opening and closing before sleep completely pulls me under.

[darlin-djarin]

15 questions, 15 mutuals

tagged by @stealingpotatoes, thank you for the tag!

Were you named after anyone? yeah but would rather not share

When was the last time you cried? when that anon and i were talking about din djarin and his baby daughter. yeah i cried abt it.

Do you have kids? no and i probably never will but i do get really bad baby fever from time to time

Do you use sarcasm a lot? consistently, almost nonstop

What’s the first thing you notice about people? idk i usually check if they’re clean. i have a texture problem and i never ever touch anyone before i know that they’re 100% clean and washed their hands and smell alright or like nothing at all. will refuse to touch anything anyone else has touched too, so i always check if someone is in general clean

What’s your eye color? hazel brown

Scary movies or happy endings? no preference but i like thrillers with happy endings

Any special talents? not really though i have a great knack for being the director of photography whenever i’m working on one of my filming projects

Where were you born? would rather not share

What are your hobbies? photography (photoshop mostly), entertainment journalism, filming, sometimes writing

Have any pets? nope though any pet we ever did have was short lived or taken away

What sports do/have you played? none really, i’m not a sports person. i don’t like competitions and stuff

How tall are you? 5’8 or 173 cm

Favorite subject at school? probably ASL but maybe entertainment film. love biology though.

Dream job? no clue but smth in the entertainment field is what i’m looking for. either that or biology

15 mutuals 💀 uhhh @hinderr @bleakbluejay @veradragonjedi @vanishedangels @kyberjelly @engagemythrusters @tobytost @commandercodys-wife @raph-lachouette @iamscoby @idontthinkiknow @lou-who-writes @lil-dormouse @kaiibuir @kamsspice

no pressure

[takeeachdayonebookatatime]

Why did you elbow me? 133

Achilles Castle part 38

Dr clark: pov I hope she is okay and feeling better soon. Once the scans are done and reviewed I tell Castle everything looks good and keep doing what you are doing the cast will stay on for a bit longer. After that is done you can probably start pt but that is further down the line.

Martha: pov the 3 of us head home excited about how everything is going. On the way home Richard suggests we stop for lunch for everyone. Alexis calls Dave and gets everyone's order.

Dave: lex arrives back home with the food saying everything went well at dad's appointment and his leg looks great so far. Castle asks if Kate is asleep because he wants her to know how the appointment went.

Alexis: pov I offer to go upstairs and check on Kate and tell Lanie that the food is here. I quietly open the door, Kate is sitting up in bed with her hair stuck to her face and an Iv taped to her hand. She looks a little warm. I mention that the food is here, Lanie says thanks, she helps Kate out of bed and into the dinning room so she can join us. She grabs the thermometer and checks Kate's temperature again. It's still a little high but not horrible. In a few minutes Lanie can give her more iv tylenol. Turns out Kate has a headache. While we were gone Kate threw up some more.

Kate: pov everyone else is having sandwiches and i'm having some yummy looking broth. The decaf tea feels nice on my irritated throat. We are supposed to be leaving today but with me having a fever and throwing up we might leave tomorrow instead. Afterwards Lanie gives me more tylenol.

Jim: pov I offer to sit with Katie, she says she wants to sit with Castle and me for a bit on the sofa. Castle is in his office getting some writing done. He wheels himself over and sits on the sofa. Katie climbs on the sofa and curls up in Castle's lap while I rub her back. Katie is asleep in seconds, exhaustion finally getting to her. Alexis and Dave are going to hang out at the beach, Martha is in her room studying lines. Katie is back up throwing up some more, Castle is with her holding her hair up. I'm on the porch reading while Lanie is outside talking to Esposito, she has the baby monitor next to her just in case. Katie is back on the sofa napping.

Lanie: pov I'm done talking to Esposito and can hear/see Kate getting up on the monitor most likely to throw up in the bathroom. I grab a water bottle for Kate and head to the bathroom. To sit with her on the floor, when all of a sudden while throwing up. Kate starts to hyperventilate and grabs her chest in pain. Her numbers are a little elevated, I yell for Martha who is in the living room. She comes running in all scared, I tell her to grab the oxygen mask Kate was hyperventilating a little. I think the vomiting is starting to bother her chest. Martha goes to get Jim for me. He sits on the bathroom floor with Kate who is laying her head on his chest while he rubs her back. I call Dr Burkett and he says check to make sure it's not pericarditis. Once she is breathing better I take the oxygen off and listen to her heart. So far I don't hear the rub which is great.

Jim: pov I mention to Katie you gave me quite a scare. Martha and I helped her back to the sofa and put the bucket near her. Lanie is still on the phone, she grabs the thermometer and takes Katie's temperature. It is still kind of high. Katie sits up on the sofa and barfs into the bucket afterwards she says ow while rubbing her chest. I can see the tears starting. That is when I realize Katie needs to go to the Er.

Castle: pov Martha calls Alexis to let her know what is going on. Lanie is still on the phone with Dr Burkett, I have been advised to call for an ambulance. Kate still has the iv in her hand.

911 dispatcher Freddie: pov 911 what's your emergency, your wife has a heart condition and previous heart surgery and has a fever and has been vomiting from food poisoning.

Castle: pov yes she has a weak immune system, she had severe chest trauma from a shooting a few years ago, the bullet hit her left inferior pulmonary vein and left ventricle she has also had 2 previous cardiac arrests and flatline once. She also has ptsd from that day.

Martha: pov Lanie hung up with Dr Burkett because the medics just showed up. Lanie is telling them Katherine's symptoms. Alexis and Dave should be back soon.

EMT Margaret: pov is it correct that she has the symptoms of food poisoning. Are there any concerns other than her having a heart condition because food poisoning usually goes away in a day or two. Lanie tells me Kate had severe chest trauma from her past shooting and seems to be having pain/discomfort in her chest. I ask who put the Iv in the back of her hand because they did amazing, Lanie says I did. I'm a Dr, Well actually I'm a Medical examiner.

Lanie: pov I mention I gave Kate her meds this afternoon 2 doses of tylenol today and a bag of fluids. A few minutes ago while vomiting she started to hyperventilate so I gave her some oxygen until she was breathing better. Margaret hooked her up to some heart and oxygen monitor, she is taking Kate's blood pressure the other EMT Nelson is helping Kate on the gurney he then takes her temperature. Her dad Jim is holding the bucket since she is throwing up while Castle holds her hand. I'm helping the medics out. I will be riding with them, it looks like Jim can ride with us. With Castle needing crutches or a wheelchair he can't ride with us in the ambulance. To be continued. ………

[bylightofdawn]

Mandalorian S3 Finale

I got nothing. My medium lukewarm takes are below.

I think I lost brain cells watching it. I try and not take this series (Star Wars that is) too seriously because it's fucking dumb space magic and wizards with the trappings of sci-fi. So you just have to go into it with the overly logical expectations of hard sci-fi rules just switched off and enjoy the spectacle.

There is a reason Star Wars fans and Trekkies have sworn an unofficial blood feud over which of their fandoms is far superior for decades.

But I could not turn my brain off enough to get over how dumb that episode was. I legit spent half the episode laughing and telling myself how dumb everything was. Some of it was so dumb it was funny, some was so dumb it was infuriating and a lot of it was just so dumb I feel like my IQ has dropped from watching it.

I cannot convey how I'm feeling right now beyond that. I didn't hate it, I don't think? I sure as fuck did not love it and honestly this whole season has been a glorious fever dream of dumb fuckery.

Why is Grogu suddenly DIN Grogu with this random reversal of surname/given name?? It can't be a fucking weird Death Qatch quirk because we had PAZ VIZSLA and Vizsla is a canon clan name not to mention NO OTHER MANDALORIAN HAS EVER HAD THEIR NAME WRITTEN IN THAT ORDER. Fucks sake the Armorer even calls Bo Lady Kryze.

Did the writers forget their own main character's name??????

I'm so mad and so pressed and I can't not laugh because otherwise, I am going to flip tables.

EDIT: I just had a galaxy brain realization. I think Felony & Co. are deliberately doing this, knowing that we were so pissed off when he named baby Yoda Grogu that the Internet lost its mind. And now he was like “hold my beer. I’m gonna piss them off even more” just to watch the world burn. Because the internet is going to collectively lose their shit and talk about this for days and that’s going to drive up ratings even more. Or the more cynical take that we’ll be so pissed about this we don’t talk about the other dumb shit in this episode

Fucking hell, please let season 4 go back to their season 1 roots of having tired space dad cart his frog kid around collecting bounties.

Felony and his writing crew just need to stop trying to make huge spectacles of this show and strip it back down to what made it so popular in the first place.

I could go on a rant about the dumb shit from this episode like how a Mando jet pack and a dream apparently turns Axe into a fucking surface to air missile capable of clearing atmo and going to OUTER SPACE. Or how unbalanced Bo with one singular operating rocket would send her careening right into a wall because there's nothing to balance out the force of the thrust. Or the entire jousting in fucking mid-air bullshit which objectively looked cool and was so fucking dumb. And that's just me ranting on jetpacks alone.

I'm not going to do that because I know it will be picked apart ad nauseam by far more talented people than me and honestly I'll just end up getting more angry over the shitshow I just witnessed.

I legit am so dumb from watching this I immediately gaslit myself wondering if I'd titled this season 3 or season 4 because I could not for the life of me even remember how many seasons I have watched of this show at this point.

[moskaisley]

melting into a puddle thinking of a darksaber possessed din who’s soul is compromised after giving away the baby. where the dark side has tainted the object and is so strong and overwhelming to him as a) someone grieving and b) someone with no knowledge of the force and underestimates how powerful it is. thinking of him having daytime hallucinations seeing things like the headless body of pre vizsla on the floor or past mand’alors staring at him from the treeline. at night, he hears screams of anguish as he fails to fall asleep, yet he can’t move - paralyzed in place. he feels a burning in his chest as a red demon with horns and bloodshot yellow eyes watches him from his cot - spits venom in his ears and fills his head with the desire to tear flesh from bone.

all of this occurs as a growing number of mandalorians begin to call him king. he’s bewildered when he returns to the covert, expecting to be cast out for removing his helmet - instead his brothers and sisters kneel. even the regal armorer, who he’s looked up to all his life, proclaims him to be the messiah, the one to unify them and return them to a homeworld he’s never even seen. the sword feels as though it cackles- it causes din’s skin to crawl.

he tries his best to ignore it. to tamp down the ferocity at which the blade calls to him. he takes all the jobs karga will give him, working himself to the bone, bringing himself to the brink of exhaustion to try and force sleep to come. the voices still shout and groan in his ears though, begging him to use the darksaber and feed its insatiable hunger. in one quest, din faces off with a beast that’s two heads too big. his heart beats like a war drum, he is on the verge of collapse. out of ammo, out of time, out of options. the spirits reach a fever pitch and his will breaks. just this once, he whispers to them.

by the end of the battle, he is covered head to toe in blood. the face of the creature is so unrecognizable, he is only paid half for his trouble.

but the damage has already been done. he’s faster, stronger. he tears through his bounties like they’re paper until there are none left. karga refuses to see him anymore - told him to take a long, long, long vacation and only return when he’s no longer ill with bloodlust.

when he reunites with bo katan, she is ferocious. her wild eyes never lose sight of the weapon on his holster. she challenges him to a duel again, but wastes no time waiting for an answer. she strikes immediately, rage and desperation pouring into every move. she wails like an animal, she gives herself fully to this fight, but nothing can stop the blade from piercing straight through her heart. a single word falls from her lips as the light leaves her eyes.

satine..

din isn’t sure how to feel. he stumbles to the now vacant throne and takes a seat and tosses his helmet to the ground. he presses his palms to his eyes to quell the rumbling in his skull. the palace is empty yet the spirits within him are louder than his own thoughts. when he opens his eyes, the floor is flooded with blood, and the grand hall is littered with bodies. the devil laughs.

dang y’all remember haunted din

[thishintoflove]

YES, if you're open to BobaDin prompts, maybe something light/fluffy or humorous? Din and Boba on a night out with some drunken shenanigans maybe?

I’m sorry for just getting to this one, Anon! I’ve been focused on my WIP, but I haven’t forgotten you! I don’t know what’s wrong with me that this is immediately where my mind went with this prompt, but I hope it’s not too far off from something you’ll enjoy.

Summary: Two bounty hunters walk into a bar…… and one walks out extremely drunk and whining for a baby. 

Warnings: Drinking/Alcohol use, Language, Mentions of sex & sexual situations, No A/B/O or mpreg or anything- Din is a regular human dude, he’s just super drunk and thinks his boyfriend would make a good dad.

“I’m sad,” Din said, one arm slung around Boba’s shoulder as the broader man led them out of the cantina.

“No, you’re drunk.”

“I can be two things!”

“Fair enough,” Boba grumbled, hauling Din down the dark, empty street. Boba was feeling a little buzzy himself and he hoped they could make it back to the ship safely. Neither of them were fit for a fight right now. Luckily they were in neutral territory in the Mid Rim, so the odds were low. It was safe here. 

That was the only reason Boba agreed to the third round of shots. Normally only one of them was allowed to be drunk at a time, for safety reasons, but after several local brews, some fruity cocktail Din ordered for him as a joke, and the first two shots, he couldn’t say no to just one more. Especially when Din was batting his beautiful long lashes and gazing at him with those damn puppy dog eyes. 

“I just miss him so much,” Din continued sadly, leaning heavily on Boba, his tongue sounding heavy in his mouth. 

“I know you do,” Boba huffed, feeling sympathetic but not really in the mood for this conversation while in this state. He wasn’t as far gone as Din, but his intoxicated brain didn’t want to focus on meaningful things right now. It was too busy thinking about how Din’s lips looked when they were wrapped around the bottle at the bar. He’d really been hoping for Happy Drunk Din not Sad Drunk Din, so that they could have a little fun when they got back to the ship. But Boba liked to think of himself as a benevolent lover, so he wouldn’t complain if all he did tonight was wrap his arms around the man and hold him as he cried. 

“I miss the way he used to sleep on my chest, and the way he’d try to sneak food, and the little grumbly sound he made when he was mad,” Din rambled. 

“You’ll see Grogu soon. Don’t you have a meet-up planned for next month?”

“It’s not the same. I miss flying around the galaxy with him, just him and me, back when I always knew where he was and he was always safe by my side…” Din sniffed, gesturing vaguely at himself, “I’d carry him in this little sling, and he’d be safe riding at my hip.”

“I know it’s hard to let go, but you know you did the right thing. You gave him his best chance, that’s what parents are supposed to do.”

“Parents,” Din mumbled, “Yeah. I think I want to have that again.”

“You will someday. Grogu will always be yours, and-”

“I want to have a baby.”

Boba’s brain short-circuited for a moment at Din’s words. 

“What?”

“I want to have a baby. I want to have your baby,” Din slurred, caressing Boba’s chest with a floppy hand, “You’d make such a good daddy. I want to see a baby with your eyes.”

Boba would’ve chuckled at the ridiculous statement but he was just drunk enough himself to feel a tiny bit aroused by the thought. There was some deep, animalistic part of him that really liked the idea of getting Din pregnant- filling him up, staking his claim… but obviously it was just a fantasy. Trying to ignore the feeling, he just grunted,

“You do know that human males can’t carry babies right? Too many things missing… hormones, organs, a way out-”

“I know but whyyyy” Din whined, hanging off of Boba’s shoulder while putting almost his entire weight against him. Boba huffed, trying to get Din to use his own damn legs.

“If you really want another kid that bad, we can take in more foundlings.”

“That’s not what I want this time! This is different…”

“Then we can look into surrogacy-”

“No! I don’t want that,” Din moaned, “I need it to be ours. Both of us. That’s what I want.”

“You know I’d give you the world, sweetheart, but you’re asking me for the one thing I truly can’t give you.”

“How about we try anyway?” Din slurred suggestively, “We can go back to the ship, and you can fuck me in our bunk from sunrise until sunset, and I’ll let you cum in me as many times as it takes.”

“Fuuuck, Din” Boba groaned, the man’s dirty talk going straight to his groin. They were never going to make it back at this rate-- with Din barely walking on his own and now Boba half-hard. 

“You like the thought, don’t you?” Din purred, leaning his head against Boba’s shoulder, “There’s some primal part of you that thinks I’d make a pretty picture carrying your baby, isn’t there?”

“Enough. I’m trying to get you back to the ship and you’re making it increasingly difficult. Quiet down and save that mouth for bed, unless you want me to bend you over right here.”  

“Actually I’d love that.” 

Boba growled low in his chest, pleased at how the night had taken a turn and ready to fully pounce on Din. But the man suddenly held up a hand and pushed back against Boba’s chest. 

“Fuck. I might throw up on you.” As if to punctuate his point, Din swayed slightly, casting a nervous eye toward some bushes next to the sidewalk. Boba sighed-- the man was being particularly mercurial tonight. He watched in exasperation as Din ripped his helmet off in the darkened street and darted toward the bushes, covering his mouth. Boba waited until the sound of retching died down before approaching the younger man. 

“See? You should be glad you can’t actually get knocked up. Most species that do have to suffer from this for months while they’re carrying.”

“You win,” Din groaned, wiping his mouth, “I’m done being dramatic. Just get me to bed.”

Boba grinned as he rubbed his lover’s back soothingly, “That can be arranged.”

[imaginedisish]

Graceland Too (Din Djarin x fem!Reader)

A/N: Hi everyone!!! Wowowow am I active this week LOL (fyi this is a re-upload. Decided to proofread one more time bc I uploaded at like 2AM last night). Here is a little sick fic I wrote for my friend who isn’t feeling too great (hope you’re feeling okay <3). The fic is heavily based around “Graceland Too” by Phoebe Bridgers but it is also inspired by “oh baby” by LCD Soundsystem. Highly suggest giving those a listen. Anyway, requests are open. Enjoy!

Summary: You’re terribly sick, but one night and one fever dream might just change everything for you and Din. 

Warnings: SMUT! 18+, Praise kink (imo at least), oral (f!receiving), fingering, reader is sick, Jedi!Reader (it’s like I only know how to write Din x Jedi!readers I stg), idiots/friends to lovers, pining, mentions of death/major violence (canon typical I'd say), cursing, probably some grammar stuff....that’s it I think. 

Word Count: 3,018

The wind is cold as it slices you in half, but you feel overwhelmingly hot, clammy even. Sweat dribbles down your forehead as you tread across the rocks beneath your feet. Blaster shots ring out in the distance.

You struggle to pick up your pace, your boots sticking to the ground as you try to put one foot in front of the other.

“Mando!” You call out, remembering not to use his real name.  Fog covers the ground, filling the air at an excruciatingly quick rate. You’d never be able to find him in this. You call out to him again, but there’s no answer. You’d take a grunt or even a groan at this point.

Then there’s a disembodied, brittle voice coming from behind you.

“Looking for him?” It’s grating, nasally. You’d recognize it anywhere.

You turn around frantically, practically giving yourself whiplash.

“Bo Katan.” Your voice is low, hushed. Din’s body is limp on the ground, being held up on his knees by the woman in front of you. There’s a smirk on her face. She has the darksaber in her hand…

And it’s at Din’s throat.

“Let him go,” You plead. You go to grab your lightsaber, a blaster, something, anything at your utility belt, but there’s nothing there. You have no defense, just your words. “You got what you came for, you have the darksaber.”

She scoffs, shaking her head, her smirk widening. “I haven’t finished the job yet. I still have to kill you and your Mandalorian.”

Your eyes widen with fear, blurring with tears. “No please, please don’t hurt him.” Your voice croaks as you choke back sobs.

“Too late.” She moves the darksaber from his throat, plunging it into his chest with one fatal swoop.

“DIN!” You scream, crashing down to your knees next to him.

“I’m here mesh’la…” He whispers, but it doesn’t sound like he’s next to you, he’s somewhere off in the distance. His husky voice calls out your name.

“I’m right here.” He repeats himself. Your eyes force themselves open as you shove your palms into the bed to push yourself up. You almost hit your head on the top of the bunk in the process, but Din stops you before you can, his cold, gloved hands coming up to your shoulders. “It was just a nightmare.” His voice is honeyed, gentle.

You look to your left to see him standing at your side, armor off, helmet on.

“M’sorry,” You mutter, rubbing your eyes. You feel like absolute shit, worse than yesterday. Your skin is so hot that it threatens to burn a hole in Din’s gloves. You choke down a cough, the sensation vibrating painfully against your already pounding head. “Didn’t mean to wake you.”

You had been sick for a few days now, and Din was doing everything by himself: the ship’s maintenance, the flying, the hunting, taking care of Grogu, and taking care of you. Now, to make matters worse, you had woken him up. You know he doesn’t get enough rest to begin with. You feel like a burden – and not just in this moment, always. You were a danger to yourself, to Din, to Grogu; a force wielding ex-Jedi, ex-Empire captive wanted by anyone and everyone. And yet, he had let you into his little clan of two with open arms. Now he was here, caring for you. You could’ve gone home, made a place for yourself in the New Republic, continued your Jedi training, but you didn’t.

You met Din. And you felt so, so guilty for the repercussions of your meeting.  

You part your lips, ready to usher him back to bed, to apologize again. But Din doesn’t leave room for you to protest. “Don’t apologize, please.” He shushes you, taking off a glove and pressing the back of his hand against your forehead. You hum lightly under his touch. He feels like ice against your blazingly hot skin.

“Your hand…” You trail off, struggling to speak, “feels good.”

Your hoarse voice sounds like nothing more than a set of incoherent mumblings, but Din seems to understand every syllable. He chuckles shortly and softly, as if the laugh was only meant to be heard by you. “That’s ‘cause you’re warmer now than you were yesterday.” He flips his hand over so that his palm rests against your skin. His forefingers and thumb rub gently at your temples, working tirelessly at your raging headache.

With his free hand, he reaches down for something you can’t quite see. Seconds later he’s holding two pills in front of your face. You immediately take them from him, no questions asked. Whatever it was, you’d take it. This was absolutely unbearable, and the constant fever dreams certainly didn’t help. You swallow the pills with no hesitation, and Din brings a metal cup to your lips.

“Drink,” is all he says, and you do.  You take the cup from his hands, the cold water rushing down your throat, temporarily easing the pain you feel there. Din apprehensively settles his arm on your waist. “This okay?” He asks, a slight shake in his voice. You nod in response, smiling appreciatively.

“Thank you,” You whisper, tilting your head to the side with affection. You swallow harshly, clearing your throat. “You can go back to sleep now if you want. I’ll be okay.”

But Din doesn’t flinch, he doesn’t move at all. He ignores your permission to leave completely. “What dream did you have this time?”

You shudder, remembering what you had seen just moments ago. Din instantly takes account of the look on your face, his grip on your waist tightening, stabilizing you, keeping you tethered to reality – to him.

You draw in a deep breath, practically coughing up your lungs in the process. “Bo Katan, s-she,” You stutter, your eyes shutting tightly in between words. You could still see it. It was ingrained in your brain, burnt into the grooves, sowed in between every empty space. You can still feel her. It was so real. “She had the darksaber and she…” But you can’t finish. Your vision is blurry, your surroundings morphing into an amalgamation of streaks of light and grey metallic colors. You blink and a few cool tears drip down your searing cheeks.

“Hey,” Din coos, his helmet inching closer towards your face, his hands still glued around your waist and atop your forehead. “I’ve got you now. It was just a nightmare. Nothing’s gonna hurt you, mesh’la, nothing.”

You cough out a laugh. “Nothing except a red-haired Mandalorian and whatever this fever is.”

But Din shakes his head. “Not if I can help it.” It isn’t until those words fall from his lips that you realize how close he is to you, how intimate this moment is. His armor is long gone, and you can see the outline of his muscles in his shoulders and arms, his deltoids, his triceps, underneath his flight suit.

“I would…” He trails off, a tremble obviously present in his voice. His confidence has completely disappeared. The vulnerability of the moment makes your head spin faster than it already is. You watch his chest rise and fall, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. You hear him suck in a sharp breath through his vocoder. “I would do anything for you.”

Anything. He would do anything? For you?

Your heart beats rapidly, threatening to combust against your ribs as Din’s hand on your forehead slides down to your cheek. You’ve forgotten your fever at this point, forgotten your headache, your sore throat. All you feel now is Din, his thumb grazing against your cheek, his fingers ghosting along the exposed slit of skin between the hemline of your shirt and the waistline of your shorts.

You want to keep him here, to ask him to hang on to you all night long, but you don’t know if you have the courage to ask. You close your eyes, inhaling through your nose, gathering your words before they spill from your lips. “Would you…” Your voice fades out, evaporating into silence, unable to finish your sentence.

“Anything,” Din’s modulated voice echoes against the walls of the bunk. “Say the word and it’s yours. Whatever you want, cyare.”

Fuck. He really means anything. Whatever you want.

“Would you stay…with me?” It’s a garbled, incomprehensible mess of a question, but as always, Din knows what’s on your mind better than you do.

Din nods immediately. “Of course.” It’s short, but certainly not curt. Those two words say far more than what they mean. “I have to let go of you for just a second, but I’ll be right back, I promise.” Ever the caretaker, Din Djarin. Eternally putting others before himself. It makes your heart pang in your chest, your breath catching in your throat.

He hesitates a moment before finally letting go of you, his hands brushing over your skin for a few extra seconds, stealing time that had already been borrowed. He slips deeper into the hull. You hear him press a few buttons in the distance, and then with a sudden flick, the lights of the hull go out. Darkness fills the room, and you can hear Din shuffling back towards the bunk.

There’s a click and a hiss, and then the sound of metal falling onto metal. Din had taken his helmet off. It wasn’t the first time he had done this. You occasionally found yourself in his bunk, clinging to him for warmth when you were on a particularly cold planet or when the Crest’s heating system had broken down, but it was rare.

“Should you keep it on?” You ask as Din pushes the covers of the bed down. You feel the mattress dip as he slides into the bunk. “I’m still sick, you know.” The last thing you wanted was to make Din feel the way you feel right now. You didn’t want him to get hurt. You had to protect him, too.

You don’t realize how close he is to you until you feel his breath fan across your lips. “No.” It’s a whisper, barely audible. “Wanna make you feel safe.”

“But-,”

He cuts you off. “It’s worth the risk.”

You were worth the risk.

The darkness isn’t so scary when he’s next to you. You close your eyes, listening closely to his unmodulated breaths. His arm snakes up your body, coming to rest around your waist, in the exact spot he was in before.

“Din?” You call out in the darkness. You inch forward a bit, unexpectedly bumping your nose into his. The sudden touch, the proximity, it’s all becoming too much for you to bear.

“Yes, cyare?” His voice is husky, low, rough.

You can’t even remember what it was you were going to ask him. All you can think about is how close he is, how his fingers graze over your stomach, how his breath ghosts over your cheeks, how much you want him to kiss you.

Maker, you want him to kiss you. Would he if you asked him to? Was that under the category of, anything?

“Cyare?” He’s concerned. You can hear it in the way the pet name plays on his lips, hanging around in the air longer than normal.

“I-I,” You stutter. Was now really the time to do this, to confess your feelings to Din? “I don’t know what to say.” It was true, maybe a little too true. “I just, I like you Din.”

He chuckles. Maker, it sounds so much better without his helmet. “I like you too, cyar’ika.” He’s unserious, carefree.

“No,” You mumble. You feel like a child, a padawan once again, not knowing how to communicate or to feel. “Not like that. M-more than that.” You wish you could see the look on his face, to gauge what he was feeling.

Silence takes hold of the bunk. Shit. Too much. Too much too soon. I shouldn’t have-

And then, like always, Din reads your mind. His lips come crashing down onto yours. The kiss is reckless, frenzied, deep. He molds against you, as if he was always meant to fit here. You almost regret not doing something sooner. You think, maybe you’ve wasted valuable time that you could’ve already spent with this side of him. But you know you’ve lived through everything you’ve been through, just to get to this very moment, to feel his lips taking yours, his tongue sliding along your lower lip, seeking permission to explore more of you. You part your mouth, gladly accepting his invitation.

His hand at your waist travels lower, resting along the inside of your thigh. You moan against his lips at the touch. You can feel your wetness growing between your legs, the pulsing of your core. You instinctively try to press your thighs together, searching for some sort of friction, but Din stops you, using his hand to keep your legs spread wide for him.

His fingers tread achingly slow up your inner thigh, teasing you, his nails softly scratching against your exposed skin. Din’s hand finally lands on top of your clothed cunt, his thumb tracing circles into the overly sensitive spot. You’re trembling under his touch as he presses harder into where you need him most.

“S-shit,” You mutter. “Feels s-so good.”

Din swallows harshly. “Wanna taste you, mesh’la. Bet you taste so good.” Desire coats his voice. His hand slips away from your heat and you groan at the loss of contact. He finds the waistline of your shorts, tugging a bit, searching for permission.

“Please, wanna feel you,” You whimper. And that’s all he needs. Din drags your shorts and panties down your legs. You’re not sure where they end up, but you can’t be bothered to care.

Din presses light kisses against your inner thigh, his stubble scratching lightly against your skin, until he finally reaches your core. His tongue begins to explore your folds, pushing through before finally settling on your clit.

“D-Din!” You cry out as he takes the sensitive bud into his mouth, sucking roughly. “Fuck, feels s’good.” Your words slur and your eyes blur as he laps at you.

“Tastes so good, so fucking sweet.” The vibrations of Din’s voice against your clit pushes you closer to the edge. You were already practically there.

He brings a finger to your folds, spreading your slick before sinking deep inside of you. The sensation coaxes a moan from your lips, and Din takes this as a sign to add another finger. He gives you a moment to adjust to him before pulling out and crashing back into you. He’s pushing further inside you as he takes you on his tongue. Nothing else matters, and nothing else will ever be the same.  

“Doing so good for me, sweet girl,” He soothes, his tongue swirling around your clit as his fingers thrust in and out of your entrance. “You sound so pretty when you say my name.”

“Din.” It’s a whisper, a plea. More, please, more. “Don’t stop. Fuck.” His free hand glides under your shirt, pushing your bra up and out of the way. He takes a nipple between his thumb and forefinger, pinching lightly, rolling the nub around before switching to the other. He squeezes softly, luring you closer to your breaking point.

“Taking me so good, being such a good girl,” Din groans. You throw your head back against the pillow. His words alone were enough to drive you mad. “Gonna make you come, gonna give you whatever you want, mesh’la.”

His name rolls off your tongue. You’re unsure of where it starts and where it ends, whispering it over and over again like you’re trying to commit this moment to some eternal memory.

His tongue presses harder into your clit, his fingers pumping faster, deeper inside of you. You couldn’t hold back anymore. You were right there, your walls tightening around Din’s fingers.

“Din I’m gonna-,” But it’s impossible to get the words out. You’re a bleating mess underneath him.

“That’s it, come for me, pretty girl. Wanted this for so long,” His praises, his confessions, send you over the edge, searing heat spreading across every inch of your body. “You’re so beautiful, so perfect for me.” You can feel yourself shattering under his touch, your walls fluttering around him.

“F-fuck Din,” You whimper, riding out your high. Din slowly laps at your swollen clit, his fingers gently pumping in and out of you a few more times before pulling out. You feel empty without them. “N-need more. Need to feel you.” You can’t help but beg. It wasn’t enough. You wanted all of him, needed all of him.  

“Not tonight, cyar’ika,” Din breathes as he finds his way back next to you. “Don’t wanna push you too far. You’re sick, don’t forget. I promised I wouldn’t let anything happen to you, remember?” There’s a faint laugh in his voice, a certain genuine happiness that you can’t wait to hear more of.

“Tomorrow?” You ask, shifting so that your head rests against his chest.

“As long as you’re feeling better…” He trails off for a second, mulling his words over in his head before continuing, “I’ll do anything you want me to.” You know there’s a smile tugging at his lips, you can hear it. It makes your heart flutter in your chest. “Get some rest, okay?”

You nod your head, nestling even further into him. You wrap a leg around his waist, and he follows suit by wrapping his arms around you.

“Goodnight, Din.”

“Goodnight, mesh’la.”

No longer a danger to herself or others

She made up her mind and laced up her shoes…

Said she knows she lived through it to get to this moment

Ate a sleeve of saltines on my floor, and I knew then

I would do anything you want me to

I would do anything for you

I would do anything, I would do anything

Whatever you want me to do, I will do

I will do anything (whatever you want)

Whatever she wants (whatever you want)

[helpinghanikan]

Domestic December: day 20

Din Djarin: Bathing

It’s hard, sometime impossible, to convince Din to splurge on a room. He’d always prefer the cheapest option. Sleeping on the ship or taking over a booth at the closest cantina. Hoping that his helm did its job at scaring any mischief away.

If it weren’t for Grogu still having a bit of a fever Din probably would have said no. Luckily the little guy was kind enough to play up his cough.

Unlike most bottom of the barrel rooms this one had facilities. A bathroom separated from the sleeping space by a doorway and blanket acting as a door. With it came a bath, one that Din had been looking at for the past few minutes.

“Go ahead,” you practically ordered. “I’ll make sure Grogu is tucked in.”

Din doesn’t argue or try to insist he take care of Grogu. He simply says; “thank you,” and goes about the tedious task of removing his armor. That he didn’t try to take over just proved how much that man needed a bath and to relax a little.

The little green baby was asleep before you laid him down. Medication and days of travel can do that to a tiny body. All you had to do was tuck the blanket up over him. Making sure that it didn’t cover his face while he started softly snoring.

Although it took longer it was seemingly worth it Din had finally gotten everything off. His armor sat folded on the single row of shelves meant for storage. From just outside the bathroom you could see the silhouette of Din in the bath. His shoulders and head sticking out from the tub. Warm steam that travels out of the door. It’s easy to forget your manners when shown something so enticing.

“May I come in?” You ask.

It’s still a tricky question to ask. You’re one of maybe a handful allowed to see Don’s face. Even then it’s been almost random when he allows it. Asking to come in when he was bare would be the closest you got to asking to see his face.

He hesitated before answering.

“Yes,” he replies. “There isn’t going to be much room.”

He wasn’t joking about that. Only the tub and a toilet acted as furniture. With the tub being so small Din had his knees bent to fit. At least it was deep enough for the water line to reach past his pectorals. Steaming so strongly you didn’t need to dip a hand in to know it was likely boiling before Din got in.

You slide down next to the tub. Managing to wedge yourself just behind Din so you could read his shoulders with both hands. He tenses when you touch him. But only for a second. Only long enough to understand that you weren’t a threat. It was only after that did Din allow himself to relax, but only just a bit.

“You’re so tense.” You commented, sliding your hands over his shoulders. “Here I thought it was just those shoulder pads making you so square. Lean forward a bit.”

Again, Din doesn’t argue. The water spills over the side a little as Din moves.

Years in the armor has spared his body from getting too many scars. The ones that he had were mostly on his hands and arms. Where the protection was more fabric than beskar. This made his back almost flawless; with only a few bruises and freckles that decorate the expanse of skin.

With a little dollop of soap you rub down his back. A little towel sliding down his back, to the water line, and sliding back up. The goal wasn’t really to get him clean. It was more as an excuse to feel him relax.

“Thank you,” Din sighs.

“I should be thanking you.” You say, gently messaging into the knots that you found. “You were starting to smell like a Bantha. If this didn’t work than I might have made Grogu dunk you in the nearest Lake.”

He leans back, a small smile you were blessed to see. “You really think I won’t be dragging you with me?”

“Whatever it takes,” You say, kissing his forehead.