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beskarinhyperspace · 11 months ago

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Moon Dust

I’ve been in worse situations..

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6. No Signal

*Mature, Explicit, NSFW*

Din Djarin x fem.reader

WC: 3.8k

A/N: Happy Valentine's Day bbys xx

Morning came faster than you would've wished. Although being unfamiliar, you were beginning to enjoy being hold while sleeping. His large frame keeping you warm and sheltered from the cold air while his strong chest—

"Are you okay?" hearing the voice coming from outside.

You simply smiled to yourself as you strapped your blaster in place. Your bags were already packed and ready to go, thanks to Mando. As you came out of the cave, you're being greeted by your new favorite tin man already in his beskar. “Have you already eaten?” you asked smiling, but the smile quickly turned into confusion.

He handed a bowl to you, "I did, here, I made some for you.” You took it as you watched him put the fire out. “We should get moving if we want to be back to the ship by sundown.”

You nodded, taking a bite and started to walk. You couldn't help but notice how cold he was towards you. You tried not to think too much of it. Maybe he was just exhausted. I mean, you guys had a pretty rough couple of days. All of this was new to you both and not knowing exactly what was next was definitely toying with you. He's probably just still on edge, you told yourself.

After an hour of walking, you felt tired. None of you had said a single word to each other since you had left. Not that you cared much for it, but you were still concerned. “Where's that lake anyway? Are you sure we're going in the right direction?”

He halts, turning around as quickly, “are you saying that I'm wrong?”

His defensive tone left you shocked. “N-no I'm just wondering.. It's just that yesterday– “

“Yesterday what?” His voice was becoming harder.

You sighed, shaking your head, “nothing.” but you heard the leather of his gloves cracking as he rolled his hands into fists. Without a word, he ignited his jetpack before taking off. “Hey! Where are you going??” You tried to shout louder but he was already gone. As you looked around you felt defeated. He was finally starting to open to you. And now you felt like it was back to square one. “I should've just stayed quiet. Why do I even care that he's gone? Why do I care if he doesn’t talk to me? Ugh, this is just stupid...”

After a moment you finally calmed down, sitting on a boulder. Waiting for him to come back and he does. Hearing the noise of his jetpack coming closer, you see him coming down through the trees branches before landing.

“Where were you? I didn't even know if you were coming back..” Were the first words coming out of you. You were mad and it showed.

He took a deep breath, “You really thought I'd leave you here?” Saying as he walked pass you.

The fact that he looked so calm made you angrier for some reason. “I don’t know, you just left me.”

He sighed, “I was just looking for the lake.” he answered in a cold voice. “Come..”

But you were too angry to even look at him. Frowning your brows and lips, you begin to walk in the opposite direction. “Where are you going?” You heard him say from behind, but you didn't bother to answer. “I see, using my own actions against me. Clever, you're a cleaver girl..” You just ignored him the best you could. Walking faster as you approached the ship. He didn't say a word as he followed you. Which pissed you off even more. Not only were you stuck on this planet, but you were stuck with a brute. A handsome, annoying, brute.

Arriving at the ship, you got in without even glancing back. Moving quickly and directly to your room. You didn't care about anything right now. Not him, not your family, not even this prison planet. You were feeling more alone than ever before. Even in training, when you were completely alone in the woods, you knew it would end at some point. But this, this was different. There was a possibility that this was it. That there was no way of going back. It might never end. You might never see your family again. None of them.

After about an hour of lying in bed, you could feel and hear your stomach rumble. Maybe there's still some ration bars left in the kitchen. You told yourself before sitting up on the edge of the bed, feeling like the air in your room thick. With the back of your sleeves, you dried the tears that had fallen on your cheeks earlier. Finally, with heavy legs, you stood up. You were feeling drained and empty but mostly hungry. As you gathered your forces to get more energy, you moved carefully to the small kitchen. Without the Mandalorian in sight, you saw a single portion of meat and veggies on the table. He still cooked for me? Surprised, you took it. Feeling instantly guilty for the way you treated him earlier. Did you go too hard on him? Maybe you should've given him a chance to explain? You blinked a few times as you felt dizzy. Nothing seemed rational at this point. You sighed as you looked to the fresher. Maybe a shower would do you some good.

Meanwhile the Mandalorian was in the cockpit. Sitting on his pilot chair as he played with a metal sphere. Rolling and passing it in between his fingers. He didn't know what to do or say to you. Not used to having company in general and for him, you were definitely a challenge. He was scared to lose what he had with you even though he knew it was wrong. He just couldn't help it. Just walking behind you in silence was killing him. All he wanted was to grab you and hold you close but he knew better than to come to you when you were angry. Still, it was killing him that you were feeling this way towards him. You were intoxicating him in the best way possible. He knew he had to make it right.

Hearing you come out of the fresher made his heart pounce. When did she come out of her room? He wondered. Sighing, he got up from the comfort of his chair, heading towards the ladder.

You were still walking around the kitchen when you saw the man come down the cockpit. Your heart was pounding faster at the sight of him. Why am I feeling this way? Why am I nervous? He just a man, a stoic, strong, and–

He comes walking towards you slowly. “You're right, about earlier? I'm sorry. I should've said something. It wasn't fair to you. We're a team. If we are going to survive on this planet, we need to work together.” He let out as he nervously played with the tip of his gloved fingers. He took more firm steps in your direction. “I don't know how to be around you. I–I've never been.. Please forgive me cyare.”

You felt small. Even though you had your towel covering your frame, you felt much more naked than you were. You ended up simply nodding. Accepting his apology to quickly end this awful conversation.

He anxiously stroked his thumb on your jaw. “Can you–” he stopped, clearing his throat, “do you want to come sleep with me?” Asking, tilting his helmet slightly. Seeing your eyes round up at his request, he quickly corrected himself, “No uh, I don't want to sleep alone. I-I like being with you...”

You smiled shyly, nodding as you took a step forward. “Sure, I'll sleep by your side.” As he was about to turn, you quickly add, “I’m sorry too.”

He took your hand, squeezing your fingers before taking you into his room. Once inside, he took a shirt from his small closet. Putting it over your head. You could see him swallow as his fingertips brushed the side of your hips. “Here, you're going to be more comfortable.” He says before turning around and start to remove his armor. His shirt was too big on you, falling right above you knees but most importantly, it smelled like him. While waiting, you moved under the covers, watching him remove piece by piece the weapons and beskar covering his shape. Having only his helmet, shirt and pants left. You stared at him as if he was the only man left in this galaxy. Which right now, kind of feels like it. Gawking at his muscular physique showing through the fabric as he carefully places his weapons in a safe case.

He turned his helmet looking quickly at you, “sorry won't take long.”

With your cheeks all red, you smile softly, “take your time”

He chuckled at your comment. After closing the light off, you heard the hissing of his helmet before you feel him joining you in bed, “you like watching me.” he whispers, stating more than questioning.

You moved more comfortably. Adjusting yourself as he shifted closer to you. “I also like your arms around me.”

He smiled to himself, guiding your body in the dark so he could hold you from behind, “like this?” Moving his hand smoothly against your hip. His fingertips digging slightly into your flesh.

You nodded feeling your eyes heavy. Closing them before feeling his hardness in between your ass cheeks. He moved his face in the nape of your neck, breathing into your hair. “I'm sorry, I'm just happy you're here. I mean not here on this planet but—”

“Mando, sleep..” you couldn't keep yourself awake any longer. You can however, definitely get used to this. It's ridiculously how you feel comfortable and safe in his presence. You might be stuck here but you were stuck here with him. And after the day and past few weeks you've had, this was a good thing.

You woke up to the low sound of wind rustling through the walls of the ship. Branches lightly brushing the outside shell. When you began to realize where you were. The Mandalorian was still deeply asleep next to you. You felt the cold morning air moving into the ship crawling up your legs and quickly, the oversized tee that you were wearing was no longer enough.

Carefully, you got out. Making sure not to look back at him as you opened the door. You know you can't see his face. Even if technically, you could.

Entering your small room, you go directly for your clothes. Wondering what he looked like underneath his helmet. You knew he had a strong jaw and a short beard but that was all you got. You also didn't want to wonder too much since you couldn't see him anyway. After changing, you ended up getting into your own bed, not wanting to wake him up by going back in. Closing your eyes as you finally get warm and cozy under your covers.

You woke up again, slowly hearing the door sliding open as heavy boots were walking towards you. Moving your eyes up, you meet the Mandalorian. Who was now watching you from above and he didn't look like he was in a good mood. He wore the same outfit he went to bed with but has his helmet on. “Is everything okay?” You asked worryingly rubbing your eyes, but he doesn't say a single word. “Did I do somethi— “

“–You weren't there. I woke up and you weren't there...” His voice is dry.

You sat up frowning your brows, “In your bed? I'm sorry Mando, I was cold and went to get my clothes. I just fell asleep.”

“I thought you had left.” His voice was breaking slightly. Oh, he was hurt. If you hadn't spent your time analyzing his overall body language theses pass weeks you might've missed it. And that's when you realized. He was no longer a stranger.

“I was just cold and tired. I swear I wouldn't just leave. Plus, where do you want me to go anyway? We're stuck here.”

His body stiffened at your words, “Well I'm sorry that you're stuck with me...”

“That's not what I said, and you know it. What's going on?” He turned around about to walk out of your room. “Please talk to me, I can't help if– “

He halted, his back still turned to you. “I have never removed my helmet.”

“Is this what this is about? I haven’t looked, I promise.”

He played nervously with the tips of his bare fingers. “You must understand. I never removed my helmet in front of anyone, except my son and even then, it only happened once. I– “

“Stop.” You couldn’t take it anymore. This was going in a direction that you weren't prepared for. You needed to make him understand. You needed to be honest. “I like you Din, I like you a lot.” You could feel the warmth going straight to your blushing cheeks as you said the words. But your chest started to hurt as he just turned around and stared at you motionless. You swallowed, looking around the room. Trying to quickly find a hole deep enough to hide in. You weren't the one to run away but his rejection would be too much to bear. Especially right now.

He lets out a low growl, “I do too” tilting his helmet as he moved closer. Hovering you with his broad shape. With better lighting, you could see the prominent veins crippling along his arms as he kneeled on the bed. Crawling over to come join you. His muscles twitching and contracting as he placed his semi harden cock over your mount. Moving slowly as his bare callous fingers grazed the side of your neck. “I’m sorry, he whispered, I just want you so much.” He brought them to your chin, swiping them over your bottom lip. You let out a pleasant shaky breath and that's all he needed to know before his hand reached to close the light console on the side of your bed. Removing his helmet in the process.

Your mind was going a thousand miles an hour. This felt good, so good. For the first time in a long time, you weren't thinking about anything. Simply enjoying the hands of a strong and tender man roaming your body in the dark. A smile appeared on your lips when you finally sense his, slowly moving down your neck. The air in the room felt thicker and warmer as he removed your top and his along the way.

As you tried to anchor yourself in the dark, you placed your hands flat on his chest. If you couldn’t see his face, could you at least touch it? Slowly you moved them up to the side of his neck. He stayed still, rigid even, as if he was trying to figure out what to do but didn’t stop you. You could feel his body moving slightly back as you brought your fingers to his jaw, who was clenched. Feeling his chest muscles contracting on your forearms before coarse, hard hair came poking at your fingertips. Which only sparked your curiosity. You moved them quickly to his lips. Feeling them shaking slightly while his mustache was tickling you. He was nervously breathing heavier as you moved them higher to his cheeks. Grabbing your wrist, he stopped you.

He grunted, holding the side of your head as he kissed you like a starved man, pushing his tongue inside, searching for yours. For a man who never kissed before he wasn't half bad. He was a bit sloppy, but you had a feeling that he was just really driven. Especially since he keeps grinding his cock over your clothed pussy.

Soft whimpers escaped your lips as he moved his lips to your chest. Your nipples were already hardened from the cold morning air trapped in the ship. He hummed against your skin as he grabbed one with his mouth. Holding your tits in place while making sure to squeeze them softly occasionally as he swirled his tongue around your sensitive nipples. All you could hear were your heavy breaths followed by Mando's muffled low moans. The wet noise of his plumped lips sucking and pulling lightly on your flesh made it hard not to drip everywhere.

You were getting lost in pleasure as you raked your hands into his hair. pulling them as he let go of your tits to give one single wet kiss to your belly, adjusting himself in lower. What is he doing? Feeling his fingers grabbing your pants from the inside on each side of your hips, pulling them completely off. Softly passing the back of his fingers on your thigh, he moved them gradually in between your thighs. You could hear him swallow and breathe deep. Sensing a single finger softly brushing your clit. The sensation jolts inside of you. You were way more sensitive than you thought. Making you moan instantly to his touch.

Hearing you made him chuckled as he now passed them through your folds. His fingertips were staying at your entrance, toying with you. Gliding softly in while making sure not to push too far but just enough to make you want more. “Mando please,” you finally cried out. Pressured by your pleasured pleas, he slides one inside. Slowly pushing in and out a few times before putting his whole mouth around you. This was heaven and hell as he added another finger inside. He took his time pumping his digits as he gave your engorged clit some gentle sucks here and there. You whined as soon as he pulled them away.

His sudden absence left you disoriented. Even in the pitch dark of your room, you could sense him stroke himself with your leftover slick on his hand. You brought your legs around his hips to pull him closer to you. Growing impatient to feel him inside. Trapped in between your legs, he adjusts his cock in front of your entrance. Without warning, you sank on it as you pulled him by his neck to kiss him.

Taken by surprise, he stopped moving. “Fuuck,” he grunted out. “Slow down you're, you're tight cyar’ika...” Taking your hand while you made his dick slowly disappear effortlessly inside of you.

As you adjusted yourself to him and him to you, you passed a hand on jaw, ‘’Cyar’ika?’’

You felt him smile shyly against your hand, ‘’it means sweetheart’’ Now trusting in fully, holding you by the hip. Making you wince at your sensitive cunt clenching around him before he kissed your palm. He let out some low moans as he rhythmically pushed against your core. With all that edging you were close to your release, and he knew it. Bending down he kissed you fully, “Maker cyare...”

You made him go deeper by bringing your legs around him, “Yeah?”

“Yeah...” he moaned out, feeling his lips curl against yours. It didn't take long before you start whimpering against him. Feeling that rush moving between your thighs. He followed you closely as you came together.

Feeling lightheaded as you catch your breath. He came to lay by your side, still in your pitch-black room. The only thing that was anchoring you to reality was his chest moving up and down as if he was the calmest river.

As you were wrapped in his arms, you couldn't help but wonder more about him. You never really met a Mandalorian before Din, and you were full of questions. “Were you always a Mandalorian?” You asked softly.

“No, they found me when I was a foundling. my parents were killed during the war, and they took me as one of their own.”

“I'm so sorry.”

He doesn't say anything because well there's nothing much to say. Simply passing his thumb over your shoulder. “I'm the one who's sorry, about earlier? I should've said my intentions. The crew must be informed at all times.”

“The crew uh..”

He chuckled through his nose as he pets your head. “Would you come with me? To look for the lake?”

You smile softly, “yeah, okay.” He gave your forehead a kiss as he shifted in the bed. Taking the blanket to make sure your body was covered. He quickly gathered his scattered clothes. “What if we’re really trapped here? On this planet..” You sensed Mando shifting through the darkness before hearing his voice still crisp and clear “Keep your eyes close” he asked. Now seeing red behind your eyelids, you feel his knee moving in between your thighs.

“Mando? What are you doing?”

All you could hear was his breathing, “I want to see you with my eyes, no helmet.”

Grabbing your jaw, he moved your face upward to him. You could feel his gloved thumb brushing your bottom lip before sensing his plush ones pressing onto yours. You began to feel aroused again as he pushed his tongue in, tasting you again. He smiled instantly as he saw you moved slightly against his knee. “You're so beautiful cyare.” Giving you one last peck. He let go of you before hearing the click of his helmet followed by his modulated voice. “I will always make sure that you are safe.”

“That’s not what I mean, can I open my eyes?”

“Yes”

And as you do you see your clothes already placed in front of you. You start to dress yourself, “I mean we don’t have anything. No medicine, almost no tools and we’re about to go out of food pretty soon.”

“Now it’s you who needs to stop. We’ll figure something out. We’re both warriors and resourceful. I don’t see how we couldn’t make this work.”

“Din...”

He took a deep breath, “I’ve been in worse situations..”

You smiled to him, shaking your head slightly, “you’re right. I’m sure we will find a way to get back. Anyway, if we leave for the lake now, we could be back in time before sunset.”

“Uh yeah, I'll go put my Armor on.” As he walked away, he kept thinking back to your words. Find a way to get back... He knew this planet was hostile and it wasn’t the best place to be, but he couldn’t help but feel guilty that he secretly enjoys being trapped here with you. He knew that this relationship wouldn’t work in the real world. You were way too good, way too beautiful to be with a man who you couldn’t even see his face. He knew the dangers of being here but at the same time there was nowhere else he'd want to be right now. He took a deep breath as he gets into his beskar. One day at a time, one day at a time...

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echoingbirdsofprey · 27 days ago

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Lost in The Fire

6 - I Like Seeing You

Pairing: Din Djarin x OFC Dayanara Vyse

Rating: Explicit (MDNI!)

Warnings: canon typical violence and masturbation (f/m separately)

A/N: There's like fast paced, shit plot development and some brain rotting ✨️unnecessary spice✨️ and just a bunch of fucking mutual pining going on that these two idiots aren't gonna act on yet. Well...they act on it separately but not together yet 🤣

Bo-Katan and her two companions, the female named Koska Reeves, and the male named Axe Woves, arrived late to their meeting spot. Din examined each of them, and he knew they were doing the same to him. He also knew that Daya, for some reason, didn't like any of them. He'd made a note to ask why when he got a chance, but he was in an odd place with her at the moment. He was thinking perhaps he'd allowed himself to be slightly too familiar with her and now he was trying to back off. Now that he was doing so, Daya had become standoffish with him. The fiery gold of her eyes flickered back and forth from his visor, to the other Mandalorians. If only he knew what she was thinking.

Daya was, in fact, thinking about hitting Bo-Katan square in her stupid face. They had history, which she was assuming Din could tell by how annoyed Daya looked and how he had to hang on to her arm to keep her from beating the crap out of Bo. She was thankful that he was there to offer some restraint because if he wasn't, Daya might have already committed murder that she would've been completely fine with. As they headed to the port, he decided now was the best time to ask Daya about her problem with Bo. He tugged on her arm just a tad more, bringing her to a halt several paces away from the other Mandalorians. She shot him a questioning look, but didn't try to pull away from him. He stepped in as close as he could and switched his helmet commlink to their private channel.

"Why do you hate Bo-Katan?" He asked, his body only a few inches from hers. Again, the proximity to him made Daya blush like a fool.

"What makes you say that?" She asked sarcastically. He tilted his visor down and to the side, waiting for her answer because he knew she would cave and give it to him.

"Fine," She said, "if you insist. During the Clone Wars, our clan helped the Kryze clan to take back Mandalore from Maul. And then when our clan needed help, not once, but twice, they never came to our aid. Bo-Katan doesn't seem to think that's an issue. I speak for my entire clan when I say that's not how a Mandalorian should treat those they lay claim to rule."

Din said nothing. This gave him an idea of the type of people he was working with. He knew not all Mandalorians kept to the Creed that he had sworn to, which he was slowly becoming desensitized to, and he knew not all people were genuinely good people, but it bothered him more than he would let on that they were not honorable. Being loyal was important to him.

The freighter was beginning to pull away from the port and Bo shifted, ready to spring into action. She looked back at the Mandalorian and the Princess and thought what a disaster that would be. She needed to acquire the Darksaber so that she could take back Mandalore for the second time. Even though the planet and its surrounding moons were all basically glass at this point, she couldn't let any of them fall to any other clan besides hers. Mandalore was her right and she would do anything to take it.

"You two going to make heart eyes at each other or you wanna participate like you agreed?" They both heard Bo's voice and they turned to face her. Din's visor scanned Daya's quickly, then ushered her toward the edge of the dock with the other Mandos. Engaging their Rising Phoenix, they all blasted off, Din staying close to Daya in the air. He gazed over at her, to find she had her arms out like wings.

"I forgot how much I like flying!" She nearly yelled to him and he could tell there was a huge smile under her helmet. He imagined it might look the same as when she smiled at the kid. A wide, glowing grin, and her eyes would sparkle, the gold in them becoming almost luminescent. There had been a time or two she'd smiled at him like that too.

As they neared the freighter, they noticed Stormtroopers by the door that they had planned to enter by. Bo and her two companions landed first, throwing one trooper overboard and the other two getting knocked out at the least. When Din and Daya landed, Bo glanced at them and shot a comment toward Daya that pissed her off, royally.

"Can you keep up, Princess?"

Daya grunted as she pushed past Bo, burst through the door, blasters drawn and began a one woman assault on the troopers inside. She took down at least ten before the others even made it inside. Din stepped up beside her, putting a hand on her lower back while she returned a snide remark at Bo.

"Clearly, you can't." Daya said, pushing forward toward the interior of the freighter. Din smirked under his helmet and followed close behind her, the other Mandos on their heels. At some point, they allowed Bo's gang to take the lead, but Din found it interesting how differently they fought. Bo's team was cohesive and they didn't communicate much other than hand signals because they probably didn't have to. Din and Daya talked through their helmet comms but they still couldn't predict each other's moves just yet like Bo's Mandos could.

When they reached the cargo area, they easily got rid of all the Imps and Bo began taking stock of what was there. Koska and Axe examined each crate, counting how many blasters, rifles, grenades and such were in each.

"We're taking the whole ship." Bo said and Din marched over to her.

"That wasn't part of the deal." He says and Daya appears behind him to back him up but she really can't say anything. They did agree to help abd Bo was notorious for changing deals. Daya should've expected this.

"It is now." Bo said over her shoulder as she strode away, followed by her two companions. Daya could only nod at Din and they could only follow along because he still needed the information on the Jedi that Bo knew. He wasn't leaving without a name.

They took the bridge and Bo was so close to finding out where Moff Gideon was but then the captain killed himself. All Bo could think was 'the audacity...' and thats when Bo disappointed Din once more.

"Unfortunately, I don't know where the Jedi is but I can give you her name. It's Ahsoka Tano. You'll have to find her yourselves." Bo said, and for once Daya noticed that her expression was filled with remorse. She actually did feel bad that she couldn't give them coordinates or even a planet name, but at least now they had the name of the Jedi and hopefully someone knew who she was.

Din and Daya left the freighter just in time for Bo and friends to jump into hyperspace. They went to retrieve the kid and then they needed to figure out what to do about the condition of the Razor Crest because it was hurting. It lifted off out of the port fine but it was pretty bumpy getting it into hyperspace. Once there, it was smoother but it wasn't going to make it all the hell all over the galaxy to find this Jedi. Din swung around in his pilot's seat to Daya who was sitting where the kid usually did, the little gremlin comfortably napping in her lap.

"We're not gonna make it much of anywhere with the ship like this." He said, leaning back and sighing.

"I could've told you that." Daya said in a sassy tone, and she smirked at him to which he returned a nod.

"I have good credit with Greef Karga on Nevarro. He should be able to help us get the Crest back in order. I set coordinates." Din explained, then he stood, towering over Daya and the kid. "I'm gonna hit the rack."

She nodded at him and sat back in the seat. There wasn't much else for them to do anyway.

At some point they decide to switch places, Din offering to take the kid because he can't sleep but the damn gremlin decides he'd rather play hide and seek with Daya in the belly of the Crest.

Din sits quietly in his pilot's seat and sighs heavily. He can hear soft cooing coming from the lower part of the ship. Daya was playing with the Child. They were both occupied, which was great for Din. He needed a moment. Or several.

He let his helmet fall back against the headrest. He pressed a button just above him to close the doors to the cockpit. He could no longer hear Daya and the little green bean, but he knew the kid had a lot of energy.

Din glances around, at or for what he's not sure, but he does anyway. He lets his eyelids shut for a few moments, thinking of the woman just out of earshot. He'd seen her out of her armor, without the helmet, in a beautiful dress fit for a Princess. He'd also seen her in her helmet and with weapons locked and loaded. Either way he wanted her. He wanted to claim her.

He couldn't have her right now though. Not with the kid awake. And he couldn't resist his urges anymore.

Unzipping the bottom of his flight suit, Din takes a heavy breath, removes a glove, and wraps his hand around his cock. He pumps tentatively, pretending it was her hand. He imagined she might be careful, as she probably hadn't had many men, if any. He can hear his own breath over the beeps and ticks of the instrumentation in the cockpit.

He wished she was on her knees in front of him. He wished her fingers were around the base of his cock, and her mouth...her mouth just around the tip. Maybe just her lips, placed gently around the head. But those eyes, the fierce gold of her eyes looking up at him would be enough for him to come undone.

Din didn't realize he had let his head tilt down, but he nearly slammed it against the back of his chair again, in ecstasy as he thought of the Princess' mouth around him. He pumped himself quicker, his hips beginning to move in time with his hand. He gasped for air, his other hand flying to the chin of his helmet. He pulled it off, placing it atop the control panel. He ran his fingers through his hair and then grasped at the back of the chair. His hand was rough and dry on his cock but he didn't give a shit.

The only thing he could think of was her. He didn't even recognize his own voice when her name left his lips. And then he came, all over his hand, his pants, and he hoped the moan that escaped hadn't been heard. Sapped of all energy, he sighed heavily and reveled in the high he was quickly coming down from.

He placed his helmet back over his head. He slumped in the chair for a long while before cleaning himself up.

Stars, if only his imagination were a reality.

♡

Daya had just put the Child in his pram. The little green bean wanted to keep playing, she could tell, but he had started to drift off while they were playing hide and seek. She closed the shield on it, then made her way to Din's bunk.

The only noises she heard were the instruments in the ship and the dull thrum of the engines moving the ship through hyperspace. She climbed onto the very uncomfortable mattress, if it could even be called that. She laid back, placing an arm behind her head.

His bed smelled like him, as it should, but she was noticing his scent even more in the moment. It was woody, and mossy. There was also a touch of a spicy, sunny, fruit smell. Where that came from she wasn't sure. She hadn't seen him shower, but perhaps he snuck off and did at some point.

She found herself thinking of him. His mannerisms. How quiet and reserved he was until he wasn't. How he could snap in an instant from stoic to violent, but only when the need arose.

It turned her on.

She hadn't thought of him like that before now. Whether she was just realizing it or it had always been in the back of her mind, she wasn't sure, but she was feeling something fierce for the Mandalorian who was just up in the cockpit.

No, she wouldn't dare.

Daya closed her eyes, imagining him finding her in his bed. What would he do? Tell her to get out probably. Or would he?

What if he didn't? What if he climbed over the top of her? What if he...

Stop.

Daya let her other hand travel down her stomach, gliding over her hip bone, and stopping at her thigh. The silken fabric of her dress didn't do much to dull her own touch.

Just...a quick one.

Her fingers pulled the skirt of the dress up, finding her panties, already wet from just thinking about him. Thinking about him pulling her legs up and setting them over the beskar of his thighs. She bit her lip as she circled a finger gently over her clit.

She shouldn't be doing this. Not with the Child right over there. Even though he was fast asleep. Even though he was tucked in and his pod was shut tight.

Not with Din right in the cockpit.

But she couldn't stop herself. She pulled her arm from underneath her head, letting her hand travel to her breasts. She cupped one, imagining it was his hand.

Din's hand.

Leather gloves on or off, it didn't matter. She could imagine how warm they were. How warm he was underneath all that beskar. She pressed her fingers harder on her clit, and she could almost hear his voice.

Do you want this, Princess?

She did. She pushed one finger in, gasping at the sensation. It had been so long. She was so wet. If only he knew that. If only he knew what she was doing in his bed.

She slid another finger in, then out, testing her resolve, of which there was not much. She was already on the downward spiral, muscles clamping down on her fingers. She pulled them out, sloppily rubbing over that oh so sensitive bundle of nerves.

What would his mouth feel like...

And that was where she lost it. Everything curled up so high and tight, then gave way to a flood of dizziness, her eyes firmly shut as she grabbed the poor excuse for a pillow and held it over her face to stifle the desperate moan of his name.

Din.

She lay limp, feeling like her body had melted into the bed. She wiped her fingers on the sheet, feeling that far worse had been there before. She sat up and switched positions, so that her head was faced out toward the inside of the ship, just in case the Child awoke.

♡

Din climbed down from the cockpit, to no noise except the engines. He had a moment of panic, but then seeing that the Child's pod was still closed, he assumed the Princess was asleep as well. He glanced around for her.

When he rounded the corner of his bunk, he found her. She had her flight suit on, half of her armor, and her boots. She gazed up at him, those striking golden eyes sending a jolt straight through him. His hand was braced on the wall just above her head.

Dank farrik.

His mind raced back some hours ago, to when he had his hand around...

Enough.

He sighed, trying to brush away those thoughts, but seriously failing. The only thing that broke the hold she had over him was the sound of the Child cooing to them and yawning. The little green bean stretched upwards, flexing his ears like wings. He made grabby hands for Din, but Daya was quick to pick him up.

"Did you get enough sleep, little guy?" She asked as she held him the way that Din did, letting him face out instead of holding him by her hip. He took a hold of one of her fingers with his three fingers and gazed up at Din. The Mandalorian smiled widely under his helmet without even realizing it. Something primal ignited in Din though as he watched Daya carry the kid around. She would make a great mother...

Wait, what?

His brow furrowed. Had he really just thought that? He wasn't sure whether to be ashamed or to act on his thoughts. His body was telling him to pin her down on his bunk and take her, but his mind was being rational, thinking about how she's a fucking Princess and was probably destined for some fancy Prince. She shouldn't be with a bounty hunter like him. That was no life for a Princess.

Din.

"Din? I asked if we were near Nevarro yet?" She said, leaning back against the side wall of his bunk. He shook his head, then tilted the helmet. His one hand was still braced by her head on the wall, and with the other he leaned into the bunk, close to her, and pulled the little ball from a pocket on the opposite wall. He placed it in his belt, his hand going above his head.

"Getting close." He said softly, less than a foot from the Princess. Her eyes widened and she gripped the Child tighter, not understanding what Din was doing. He brought one hand down, and his touch to her cheek was so gentle, she barely felt the leather glove. Her name, her actual name, not 'Princess', was a whisper in the space between them and then he was gone, only the scent of leather and dust covered beskar left behind.

Daya took a deep breath, feeling the baby green bean squirm in her arms. She climbed the ladder up to the cockpit and sat with the Child in her arms. He glanced back at her just as another alarm went off.

"Landing might be bumpy." He said abd he wasn't lying. It was pretty bumpy. Enough that it upset the kid and she had to hold on to him pretty tight.

As they landed, Din stood, visor glancing at Daya. He beckoned for her to follow and she did. They stepped into the belly of the ship with the little green bean following as he insisted that she put him down. Daya picked her helmet up and went to place it on her head but Din stopped her, a hand on her forearm.

"You don't have to cover your face if you don't want to. I trust these people." He said softly, stepping even closer to her. His proximity made Daya blush outrageously. Her brows raised and she glanced down at his hand, then back up to the visor.

"I like seeing you." Was the last thing she heard through the modulator before the Bounty Hunter opened the lift gate.

#the mandalorian #star wars #din djarin #din djarin x oc #the mandalorian fanfiction #mando #star wars fanfiction

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sparkylurkdragon · 11 months ago

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This has been A Week. tl;dr car wreck at work that I was involved in as a passenger, don't worry we're all fine but have to deal with The Shitty Supervisors, more behind the cut. Take that as a content warning for vehicular accidents and ableism.

As a review, one of my jobs is on a cardboard recycling crew for a local charity that has a job-training program which employs disabled people. I'm on recycling because I have mobility and stamina issues.

On Monday, we were driving around and I was vibing with my earbuds in, dozing, when I felt a jolt and got thrown forward against my seatbelt. I woke up and went "what did we hit?!" then looked around and saw: We had been hit.

Some dude in a pickup had smashed into our trailer. We don't know what was up with him yet, but it was very clearly his fault. Our supervisor swerved so he hit the unoccupied trailer and not the fucking full van of people and probably saved our lives.

So. One police report, fire ambulance that thankfully had no injuries to treat, and the supervisor going home to take the week off later (he is as far as I know physically fine but obviously pretty fucked up mentally about the whole thing), and those of us on recycling crew were given the option to go home without pay or join the landscaping crew for the rest of the day. Given that I can't physically do the landscaping work, home I went.

So! Upon our return the next day, they did find stuff for us to do around the mill, but we had to deal with The Landscaping Supervisors. They range from Mildly Annoying (the one who worked with us directly) to Smarmy Jackass.

You know the voice. The very special "I'm not disabled so I'm a superior being" voice. The kind where you know if they thought they wouldn't get in trouble they'd say "now run along little [r-slur]." This is how Smarmy Jackass sounds. I know that it's a charity employing disabled folks and some of us do need things broken down more than others, but there's a way to do that and not talk to us like we're fucking toddlers.

What fucking blows my mind is that, again, a lot of the recycling crew have mobility problems. Landscaping crew was using their van to do recycle's work, but only took one of the recycle team?? The rest of us stayed behind and sorted wood in the mill or did janitorial work?? The latter of which is actively dangerous for me because I'm immune compromised?!

I had to put my foot down and say "look I'm not trying to avoid doing my fair share but I Kind Of Can't Do The Bathrooms and I Kind of Can't Stay Standing Long Enough To Vacuum Or Do Much Sweeping Or Mopping," and even that got a Hiding Exasperation kind of look and a "well... we'll figure something out". To her credit, Mildly Annoying did figure it out and gave me stuff I could do, but.

Why not. Why not let the landscaping crew 'rest.' And take us recycling guys. Out on our route. Why is this hard.

One of the recycling guys did ask Smarmy Jackass this, and got a whole Lecture about how aren't we lucky the Big Boss let us work at all this week, we could've just been sent home with no pay, that van is Landscaping's Van and we are doing recycle a favour by doing your work for you.

(I did bring up Smarmy Jackass' behaviour to Mildly Annoying today, but it was in the context of me getting pulled aside for yelling over the din of the landscaping crew in the mornings to tell a dude who got up in my face to point at my shirt that no I'm not wearing a Marvel shirt, and being told "well tell him you can't hear him next time". He??? Couldn't hear me??? Because I was masked??? And landscaping is loud as fuck in the mornings???

Uuuuugh why is there no polite way to tell people to leave you alooooone I'm confident I would've got talked to if I'd said that, too.)

Being around the guys vocal stimming with fart jokes and competitive posturing all day does get annoying sometimes in a conflicting access needs way, but at least I can put my headphones in about it. This was unbearable.

...So. That's my week. Still have work at the retail place tomorrow but shit, man, at least I've mostly got the ableism to my face trained out of those folks.

#original posts #meatspace sparky #grumpy dragon #work #chronically ill dragon #actuallyautistic #ableism cw #car wreck cw

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sandwrrm · 2 years ago

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I keep seeing annoyed takes about this so let me explain my understanding, which I think (hope) makes sense:

The Armorer didn't decide to "let" Bo-Katan remove her helmet as some sort of exception to their rules, because Bo never actually joined them, ergo electing to follow their rules.

She followed them as a guest of the covert, and I'm guessing was reluctant to remove it because she intended to stay with them for the time being, but I think if she'd officially joined it would've been a bigger deal and we would've seen it on screen.

I saw the Armorer's decision more as a gesture of "maybe we were wrong about non-COTW mandalorians, we respect you and your customs even if they're not the same as ours, and you don't have to follow our rules or be part of us to be welcome amongst us" which is good and progressive development imo!!

It's not hypocritical for the other COTW to keep following the helmet rule while Bo "gets" to take off hers, because they're not being forced to keep them on while they don't actually want to? Those are their convictions that they choose to follow. She did not choose to follow them other than out of respect as a guest. Ergo they're not even in the same situation.

Din's redemption isn't cheapened by this or rendered invalid, because he is a member of this belief system who follows its rules, and he voluntarily took the steps dictated to rejoin the sect he wants to be a part of.

Bo is not— she was cleansed/redeemed/whatever on a technicality, and happened to stick around with them for a time, but I did not get the impression that she'd actually made a decision to join them.

The memes about Din wasting his time are funny and all but tbh, their situations are not really comparable if you think about it?

#but that's just like... my opinion man #mandalorian spoilers

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ooops-i-arted · 2 years ago

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@ofcoming4th said: Until this episode I didn't fully understand your dislike of this character - after watching I wanted to kick her very hard for being such an ass and so little help.

After her appearance on BOBF where she actively chases Din away from seeing Grogu and giving him the mithril, oops I mean beskar shirt? I now hate the unfeeling idiot. I'm surprised Filoni had the shirt passed on to Grogu, I'd assume he'd have his dream girl make a bikini out of it.

Lmfao I just spit out my drink at the bikini comment. I'll give Filoni this, though - once George Lucas wasn't involved anymore, Ahsoka suddenly got appropriate clothing.

I USED TO just be indifferent. Tried TCW, hated the way they treated my beloved prequel characters, found her underdeveloped and annoying but hey, I'll just skip it like I did the Yuuzhan Vong books! I watched Rebels instead and loved it, great characters, new perspective of the universe, tighter character writing, disliked Ezra at first but 5 episodes in I would fistfight anyone on his behalf because he had his character developed. Except.... Ahsoka kept showing up. Okay whatever. But then the season 2 finale. Rebels is an ensemble show of 6 characters. Only 3 were in the finale and those were SHOVED ASIDE SO AHSOKA COULD CONFRONT VADER AS A RESOLUTION TO TCW, ANOTHER SHOW. Which is still stupid because it's just a rehash, we KNOW Vader has issues with connections because of Obi-Wan and Padme, the real prequel trio already showed that. But by now you wouldn't know it because Ahsoka has fucking replaced Padme (even though no one in their right mind would've given Anakin an apprentice to begin with, the whole premise is contrived!). And even though one of the main characters of the show is blinded and the other blames himself, we get almost zero descending action involving them. But we have time for a long, sad shot of Rex mourning The Best Jedi Padawan Commander Who Left The Order But Also Still Totally A Jedi Somehow. I was so incandescent with rage I STILL haven't finished Rebels season 3 and 4. (And now we're only getting those characters again in her upcoming show.) (Did I mention she implied-died-maybe in the season 2 finale but was brought back with contrived time travel in a later season? And the finale of Rebels had her in white dressed up like Gandalf? Stay the FUCK away from Gandalf, you orange hobgoblin.)

She's there because she's Filoni's pet and that's it. Especially in BoBF when the conversation SHOULD HAVE been between Grogu's actual teacher, Luke, and Din. Because "are you doing this for you or for him?" could be a poignant character moment but all we got was Ahsoka dismissing a much better character with her smug-ass face instead of any actual reflection on Din's part.

(I'm also fucking salty because I wrote a Super Special Awesome Jedi Apprentice when I was 11. She was The Best At Everything and had Special Visions Of The Future and got Multiple Lightsaber Colors Because She Was That Cool and Obi-Wan (my favorite character) thought she was The Best Ever and His Favorite Person but.... I was 11. Filoni is getting bucketloads of money and his ass kissed for the same level of writing I had at 11. Except MY CHARACTER died in Order 66, and actually adhered to the Jedi Code instead of Ahsoka's Have It Both Ways schtick. Also she was apprenticed to Obi-Wan, since apparently Filoni missed Anakin graduating to Actual Child Murderer in AotC and that Anakin is not teacher material in general.)

This was therapeutic thank you for giving me a chance to bitch lol.

#this is an ahsoka hate blog #anti ahsoka #anti ahsoka tano #replies #ofcoming4th

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sroop · 1 year ago

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guided (ii)

If he wanted to fight for it, then they would, she promised.

A/N: just a warning for violence and murder

Summary: Some lessons are best learned first hand, and Din isn't quite as fast as he needs to be to stop Reyza.

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Hitting atmosphere is rough, and Corellia welcomes Reyza and Din into her skies with jostling and high, whistling winds. Reyza doesn't mind the fight. The adrenaline helps the leaden dread slip from her joints and forces unpleasant memories away.

The landing goes much smoother anyway.

Shivering with anticipation, Reyza reworks her grip around the tracking fob and regrets it instantaneously when Din tries to snatch it from her loosened grasp. She makes a noise of indignation and jumps to her feet, pushing away his reach for the fob again. If he wanted to fight for it, then they would, she promised.

The fiery upset in her chest propels her away, below deck, and Din wonders how she'd gotten away so quickly in a cockpit that hardly left her any room when he was already in it. He growls and chases after her.

He's expecting her to be pressed at the back of the ship, where the ramp is, so he's caught unawares when she launches herself at him straight off the ladder. A tangle of limbs and gnashed teeth, they tussle against the wall. If Din didn't know her so well, he would've rolled straight into her trap: the empty carbonite chamber. If she could have looked through his helmet, she would have seen his lips quirk in a wry smile.

Still, he does know her, and he twists out of her grasp just in time to make her victim to her own plan. Reyza stomps, surprised to find herself in the metal box, and puts her hands around the wrist at her shoulder.

"I told you everything," she says through labored breaths. There's frustration and impatience in her expression, but what makes Din let her go is the sheer confusion in her eyes. He exhales lowly.

When he'd been her age, the exact number he didn't even know, coughing up any part of his past was practically akin to painting a target over his unarmored back. He bit his tongue. She'd told him, hadn't she? And he was shutting her down as though it wouldn't have mattered what she'd said hours ago. She must think it was some cruel game to make her squirm. The guilt settles in his gut badly. Still, feeling guilty over making her revisit unhappy times was better than feeling guilty while she lay dying if the hunt went sideways.

Din lets her squeeze his wrist angrily.

"What exactly did you want me to say, then?" she demands. Din doesn't have an answer for her.

"You're staying. Don't make this any harder." He reaches down and fishes the fob out of her pocket. Except it's not there and he jerks in surprise when she knocks his helmet with her raised fist.

"Dank farrik," he mutters, reeling not from pain but surprise. She slips from under his arm, already standing behind him with a smug smile and crossed arms. Din scowls. She must have hidden the fob before he'd come down. Clever, but annoying, and Din was running out of time.

Karga had given him the first fob, but there were other hunters doubtless on their trail already for the honor of the kill and high reward. He huffs impatiently, holding out his hand.

"Give it."

"Find it, then," she says nonchalantly, turning to head up the ladder. "If you don't need my help on the hunt, you won't need my help getting the fob."

Din groans quietly, hoping the modulator won't pick it up. He's losing patience quickly and she's being especially grating on his nerves.

"Reyza," he says, the half-hearted threat in his voice rumbling low.

She doesn't respond.

"Dank farrik!" Din barks, throwing his hands up from where they'd sat on his hips. "Fine. But stay close."

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As it turns out, that's impossible, because the moment Reyza catches sight of the target, she flies.

"No!" The word tears out of Din's throat of its own volition as he bounds after her, vision filled with the glare of the cold sun against the blaster being drawn from the hip of the quarry. He's not even watching her sail overhead, carried by a jump off the walls he'd never been able to wrap his head around. He's just running, aware of her shadow and the blaster and its trigger and the way Reyza jerks when it hits her.

His own whip cord is out before he really processes where he's going. Quarry on the ground, choking, and Din chants something unintelligible to himself.

Reyza, Reyza, Reyza.

Slowly, the world comes back into his consciousness. There are people screaming, shopkeepers fleeing from their merchandise, and the smell of burnt flesh in the air. Din looks ahead and sees the target slowly loosening the whip from his throat. His hand moves by itself. The quarry is missing the center of his face, and the smell of burnt flesh doubles.

"I'm fine," she hisses, swatting his hands away. "Just a graze."

Din checks and she's not necessarily wrong. It's hard to hit anything vital when your target is a moving object, much less a flying object headed in a straight arc for you. He thanks the gods that the target was nothing but human.

"It's not a graze, but it could be worse," he admits, shaking his head. "Put pressure on it while I get him."

Reyza doesn't meet his eyes, but nods and it's enough for now. Din has questions. He's even recovered enough to be a little angry. But now's not the time, so he gathers the body over his shoulder and drags her alongside him back to the Razor Crest.

She presses his arm gently and he tilts his helmet to meet her eyes. She's offering him the fob, and if the docility in the set of her expression was any sign, it was an apology too.

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roguetonorth · 3 years ago

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Off track

Requested by @darklordofthesimp: 21# and 52# - "please look at me" - "shh, stop moving"

Pairing: din djarin x gn!reader

Summary: when the mandalorian takes a job, doesn't tell you its location and asks you to stay behind, you decide to do something about it. Which leads your mutual feelings to bobble up to the surface.

warnings: swearing, angsttttt, soft din needs a warning of his own

Word count: 3.763k

a/n: did i take a whole month to write this? Yes. Was it worth it? Not at all. I have no idea what this is and i apologize deeply.

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It would have been like this. Of course it would've been like this.

You knew Din. But he didn’t know you. At least not enough, apparently. Despite the time you spent together ever since rescuing the child- time you spent watching him subtly got you to know him. You knew the tone of his voice, the stance of his shoulders and the uneasiness in the twitch of his fingers when he was nervous. Beneath all the beskar you knew him.

And it gets the best of you to keep that in mind when din acted nothing like himself.

Usually, he'd remember himself and make it up to you. But now, after hours hiding from him in some dark corner of the crest you found it hard to believe he regretted it. Leaving you behind.

You did not believe it at all, actually. You walked over the hull to the cockpit with your arms crossed, without Din's approval and without a single ash of guilt for having sneaked in the ship after a heated negotiation almost got ugly back on tatooine.

"I took the job." He had told you, with that low tone of his, from the corner of the cantina but full of a sharpness that you weren’t used to hearing from him.- not directed to you.

"What?" A discontent frown knitting your brows together as you approached his tensed figure. "What job?"

An almost inaudible, annoyed sigh dropped from beneath the helmet, but his response didn't develop any further than that for a good moment.

Din’s fingers fidgeted against his holster, his glare leaving your direction as soon as he caught you grimacing to yourself. "I won’t be long, Just a few days." With that, the hunter turned around and walked out, ignoring your soft calls for him on his back.

If you had any hopes on Din communicating himself with you, it died on your tongue as you took all of your strength to follow his long strides outside, spinning on your heels to stop him by grabbing his arm, forcing him to glare at you, wide eyed at sudden contact. Plain dark visor reflecting your own gaze. You noticed his chest plate falter.

“Din,”

“no.”

That's when he asked you to stay. And you said you were doing so. And then you did not.

You only made your presence known with a hawked throat noise a few minutes later his quick hands waved over the controls and launched the ship onto hyperspace. Unsure footsteps echoing against the metal floor of the cockpit as the door slid open.

Din's blaster draws in your direction even before his gaze landed on you by over his shoulder. "Alright," you mutter, making your way closer to the pilot chair as you shove his blaster away, "c'mon, it's me." You can feel his gaze burning through as he studies you, although his visor now only reflects the light in speed in front of him.

"Din."

When he finally looks up at you it is only for you to acknowledge that he's aware it's you. And he's not fond of it. "I was afraid so." the mandalorian remarks shortly, the tone dripping frustration almost like he was cursing to himself.

"C'mon, were you really leaving me back in that sand hole? I couldn't even-"

Your voice trails off when he spins in the seat to face you fully. "You were supposed to wait for me." He tilts his helmet back to the transparisteel with a long annoyed sigh.

"You left me behind,” you wreak, anger starting to replace the questioning tone you previously addressed him with as you stood by the pilot seat. Your looming-over stance demanding any kind of regard. And Din does give you that as he looks up at you.

"I'd come back." was all you got in response.

"And what if you didn't?"

This time, His silence is the closest thing to an answer you get.

You didn’t regret following him here. But you do feel like you should have listened to him, now. Din’s told you you could trust him, not only that but he had shown you that plenty of times. You tighten your jaw as you ponder that maybe you hadn’t met him halfway in that matter. Because you changed your mind at the last minute, because you lied to him. But despite that, you wanted to be mad at him, even if he had his reasons. His request wasn’t what made you angry. Because stars above, you’d wait for him to come back to you a hundred cycles. If he had chosen not to hide away every single thing he could from you.

You had no right to brawle at him like that, still. You sink your teeth in your lower lip as you stare at your feet. Din Djarin, in his stubbornness, would rather die than saying anything until you demanded him to, and his angry switch of buttons back on the panel tell you it's better not to.

But you start to get really startled about what could possibly be going through his mind when you realize he is redirectioning the ship's navicomputer.

"What are you doing?" You ask, peeking at the sight of the blue screen that doesn't tell you much.

He offers an answer after he’s finished the task at hand, avoiding your face at all costs. "Turning the ship around."

"I thought we were heading whatever else-"

"I am headed to Corellia. You are going back to Tatooine."

For a moment you think the ship is spinning when you hear the destination. You hadn't discussed much about this job, mostly because he wouldn’t talk properly to you, choosing to keep all the important information to himself. You never asked why he did that. Presumably because you were scared to hear something you didn’t want to.

Now, all of sudden you didn’t care about it all.

"You can't decide that for me!" you beam at him, or more accurately, at his back. Din doesn’t seem to be bothered, as he keeps carefully pushing more buttons instead. Once you’re sure he’s not gonna even look at you anymore, you catch his helmet turning in your direction.

"Listen, I knew this would happen. That’s why you were supposed to stay," his tone, although firm as ever, sounds tender. And it slashes right through your nerves.

Kriff, why had he to be so contradictory?

Deep inside, you knew Din was right. He knew this life longer than you did, and you did give him credit for that. You could say that was the exact and only reason you clung to him for dear life— which wasn’t true. But he would only shy away from you, as he did mentally and had tried to do physically when he left you in tatooine. And so, light-headly, you decided to comply with his wishes.

“No, you listen. I know I only muddle you." you rasped, breath caught on your throat as you tried to go on without letting the forming tears beneath your lashes scape. Unlike him, you tried to voice at least part of your thoughts. “It’s the last time you’ll have to worry about it, though.”

You stared, and stared, and din said nothing. He knew, you weren't seeing him. You thought he left you.

You saw chrome, cold armor.

The air turned thick amidst the silence, and your throat burned as you swallowed a sob. You didn't want to leave him. And you really believed, for a short moment, he didn't want you to.

You decided to take that as your truth as you rushed to leave the cockpit.

The last thing you saw was a pair of soft eyes staring sideways at you from beneath the visor when a hue of light passed beyond the transparisteel.

Your heart leaped to your throat when you felt a gentle, gloved grasp on your wrist stop you on your track.

Din holds your gaze for a long moment, as if he waited for a beat to speak. The delicacy of his touch makes the pit in your stomach grow and you feel like you're caving in. And he would be there to catch you if you did.

He lets out a breath, it's unease and loud, and does nothing to calm his nerves down. When he speaks, the unsureness is evident in both his voice and actions, “I'm not taking you there.” And further else, he sounds broken.

And you couldn’t let yourself care. You refused to. But the truth was that your heart pinched at him. And you told yourself you didn’t care about that either. "why not? You act like it’s not hard for you."

He gives his helmet a shake, leaning closer as he studies your expression. “mesh’la…” Din slowly lifts your hand with his to hold your wrist close to his chest.

Every part of you wants redemption. There’s nothing stopping you from letting him hold you there, to keep you safe like he always tries to do. But you were scared— of having to see him leave you again.

Back when you watched your mandalorian leave under the light of the suns of tatooine— for, what you thought, ever— walking away to a path he chose to leave you uncertain of, you felt like every part of you had been taken away. And if you had to go through it again, you’d swear you would die.

"No." You cut him off, drawing your hand away from where Din kept it. "If you're going to leave me, it doesn't matter where, does it?" Yet again, you writh in a mild try to break away from his grip, put at least some space between you. When you fail at it, you glare up at him, and no matter how hard you try to pull the aloofest expression you can, your lips tremble.

If he was going to leave you anyway, you had to brace yourself. And with him standing just one step away from you acting like he cared so much for you like you did for him, it was just so freaking hard.

Your heart fights your fear, and for a single moment, it loses.

For a second time, you try to whirl away from Din, twirling your arm and shoving his chest plate. His grasp loosens, and your hand slips from his for a hot second but he captures your wrist again just in time not to let you go. You feel your lungs deflate air as you breathe tepidly, giving up fighting his strength. Din held you tight in place, but his hold was hesitant, careful.

He sways with you, a strong arm supporting your back. And then you knew he wasn’t going to let you go. A quiet thud echoes through the walls of the cockpit when your free hand hits his cuirass, defeated.

Despite how you felt your heart bleed into frustration, the warmth of Din’s actions didn’t fail to provide you grounding. The usually fierce and brave mandalorian, didn’t do much of a job on hiding the trembling of his fingers, but the way he pulled you closer delicately was full of certainty.

Your shoulders rise, then fall as if you were ready to try to leave his embrace again, then changing your mind at the last second. "Shh, stop moving." His voice was even softer than before, his thumb stroking your quickening pulse point underneath the pad of his fingers. And it hits you like a shock wave the way you could feel he held you like you were made of the thinnest of glasses, afraid that you’d break. And right there you felt like you would. Your chest aches and a choked sound leaves your lips before you could stop it. You didn't want Din to see you cry. Not when he’d know your tears were because of him.

Leaning onto his shoulder, You inhaled and exhaled, but all you could breathe was him. And he was sweet. Just as sweet as the act of pulling you close like that. You still had things you wanted him to know, but now you wouldn't have the courage to say anything. You just let yourself stay there, like you hadn't just stormed at him, his hand still around your wrist keeping you grounded. And you made no point about it. Now you don't even care about what and where you could be heading into.

All you manage is to call his name softly, the word small and low.

He forces himself to pull away just enough to look at you, helmet tilting to the side as his eyes roam every feature of your face. You open your mouth to say something, but you trail off before making any sound. Din searched in your gaze everything you weren't able to voice. Your eyes sparkled in anxiety. And the furrow in your brow framed them to look nothing but like a plea. And you pleaded both to him to let go of you, and to be in his arms for eternity.

Din felt his heart rip in his chest at such a sight. Still, the hesitancy radiated off of him. He shifted with every little movement you'd do, afraid that you'd slip away from him. Afraid that this moment was a step too far from what you two were.

But, for you, he gathered all the courage he had to speak. “I'm not leaving you. You just— can’t come with me, this time.” Din shakes his helmet slowly, his words a mere murmur, “Not to corellia."

The only response you give him is to lift the hand you rested in his chest plate to take a grasp of the collar of his flight suit. He takes the action as a green light for him to keep going, "You know how things are for me," His breaths are cautious like he didn't want you to hear it at all, and the words came out forced out of his throat.

"It's not about Corellia, din."

Corellia the place that put together the pieces of who are. You aren't fond of the things you've learned, but they've kept you alive. They've led you to the mandalorian in front of you, who is trying to keep you away from the place you curse. And your heart hammers as you take note of his thumbs taking place in your palms.

You're not sure if he's looking at you now, or even if he listened to what you've said. He keeps his hands where they are, his visor turned to you, but the usual silence remains.

Din knew you wouldn’t want to stay behind. You Had made it known a thousand times when you’d tell him you'd always want to be by his side to face everything that came in the way. And it made his chest ache of how much he felt for you for it. He just couldn't define exactly what feeling you had plagued him with, but right now, all he knew is that he couldn't lose you.

Din didn’t like to admit it, but sometimes he trusted fate more than himself. He trusted you more than he trusted himself. He knew you could take care of yourself, that you may keep yourself away from trouble. But with him? trouble crawled to him like himself to his beskar. And it burnt him through it.

There was no reason to let you burn, too. Sure, maybe there was. And that thought was the most selfish thing that’s ever clanged to his mind. He needed you.

And he liked to think you needed him too. He couldn’t deny the sweetness in the way you looked at him.

In that moment, that was exactly how you looked at Din. You were still upset at him, but you couldn’t deny that you saw his struggle. Din was trying to keep his composure, he was choosing the right words. Yet, only a soft whimper left the modulator, which failed to do its job thanks to the closeness you shared.

When the silence vanishes, it is filled by your trembling voice, "I...couldn't bear with you leaving," wincing a bit, your hand slides down his, your touch becoming comforting instead of reluctant under his hand.

Din keeps silent for a while, and when he speaks again It's short— it's him being so stoic again, but it's still not the way you're used to seeing him; He's always obvious and clear. "I’m not risking you like that. I’m not taking you there." He sounds the most honest you’ve ever heard. Yet, for the first time you have to make an effort to figure out what else he may be afraid you understand. "I can't."

"Don't worry about me. I'll be fine. I'm here, and now I'm coming." Your voice, against your will and due to everything sounds more reassuring than claiming.

Din's stomach twists In knot as he realizes that each second he stays here, letting you hold his wrists delicately, both of you are closer and closer to Corellia. Where he doesn't even know if he'll make it till landing— It's a risk he has taken countless times. But with you? It's-

It's impossible.

"Damn it." His chest heaves a few times as now he's the one who tries to pull away, but he realizes he just hasn't enough courage to do it; To let your gentle hands go off of him. Din's eyes close for a moment as he tries, just one more time to convince you. "I'm trying to keep you safe."

He stares at your hands. At some point intertwined with his, his thumb between your index and middle finger, and you held his hand tight. And he felt like he could barely breathe. He keeps avoiding your gaze, his visor following every little detail of the ship’s floor.

"Din..” A deep frustrated inhale passes through his modulator as you search his gaze, leaning your head just in the same angle as he does. “Look at me. Please.” Your hand helplessly trails its way down to his elbow, he’s forced to look at you. "I'm safe right here. You see?"

"You know you’re not."

"Of course I am. If it were to be any different I wouldn't have stuck around. You know that. I'm here because I want to— even when you don't want me here. "

"No." Din looks softly at you as he chooses his next words carefully. "Don’t say that. I do want you, here” he adds quickly. “I shouldn't have made you feel that way. I’m sorry.”

“um, well,” Your gaze softens at him, "You have the chance to explain yourself now."

Din doesn't offer a response as he instead focuses on your hand on his arm— the touch burning like ashes across his skin even through fabric. It distracts him— the fact that he'd let you be this close to him for so long. Or even the thought that maybe you wanted to be this close with him. Without the faith to do anything else, It was almost like his body refused to do whichever command his mind tried to give.

You seem to notice that, as your hands start to lighten its grasp on him while a knot ties harshly within you.

You nearly chastise yourself for being so forward. And By the time he tries to speak again you are moving to let go of his hand, but his words come out trembling, but full of a meaning that it's almost beyond. "it...is you, the thought of not- of losing you, I just,” He cuts himself off, and your wide gaze is still putting things together, flickering through the peaks of light on his visor as searching for his eyes underneath it. Din shifts in his weight, swallowing hard to gather his strength to keep going.”You’ve been through things that could’ve been avoided. Because of me.” Din’s voice was low and almost sheepist, "and I turned out to— care about you. More, for my sake of mind, than I should."

Your breath freezes, getting trapped in your throat. You’re not sure if you’ve heard what you think you did. Din, although often brief, was always honest and clear with you. And that was enough evidence for you to reach the conclusion that you knew exactly what he was saying. Your knees nearly fail you at this, your mind miserably searching for something to say in return as you've barely processed his words.

This time the tears that burn though your lashes are of relief. When you manage to swallow them away, you are still speechless, but you've left him without an answer for longer than you'd like to. Before you’ve made progress on that, you’re looking back at him. You hand dropping his wrist to take a grasp on the ridges of his helmet. Your eyes tell everything your throat cannot say, sparkling and unrefining to your voice that it's only a soft murmur. "I... Din-"

His name, so soft, so right coming from your lips, in the way he keeps replaying in his head when you're quiet. Little does he know that when quiet, you're daydreaming about him. About being his.

Your fingers brush the cool metal of his helmet as you smile a bit at him, "I care about you, too." Warm even through leather, His hand covers yours as encouragement for you to keep going, although it only makes things harder."That's why i... couldn't stay. I don’t want to be left behind everytime you think things can go wrong, Din. I am here for the worse and for the better. You should know that by now. "

You and Din were something unnamed, something assured and longstading. But from that moment on you knew you’d have his name carved on your heart just as he’d have yours on his.

He Drew in a breath that had been catching up his throat as his hand only left yours in the side of his helmet to meet your cheek. His heart still full of panic and embarrassment, leaps at the very given moment his cool Beskar forehead meets yours.

Din gives his helmet a shake, inhaling deeply, his eyes closing as he absorbs the sound of your voice so close to him, restoring it somewhere in his heart just where he kept the feeling of the warmth of your touch. “I’ve always known.”

And in that moment, he decided to name that feeling — the feeling of you— ‘love’.

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

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kai5621 · 3 years ago

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Deja vu [Heisenberg x OC]

Warning: age gap, slow burn, platonic to romantic relationship. Grammer issues (english is my first language criiii) . Child abuse, family abuse, death (not major character ). Eventual smut (maybe?）

Note: OK !!!! SO after drawing a bunch of RE8 OCs I finally could resist my self writing my own story about it. Cuz damm Heisenberg stole all my heart and I have no complains about it.

This is my first time writing a fanfic, so I will try my best !! And lastly-----

HEISENBERG DESERVES SOOO MUCH MROE LOVE.

And here’s a little potrait thet I drew for the oc (as for why I didn’t draw heisenberg as well, is bcuz im shit at drawing males ┭┮﹏┭┮)

The first time Heisenberg met Erin, she was only eight, can barely reach his waist and always be smiling everyday, like an every single child would at her age. She came to this shitty village with her dad, which claims to be her only family member. They are obviously foreigners to the villagers, as no one remembered there’s anyone in this place would have a such strong British accent, therefore they must be new.

Their family history has remained a mystery to most of them, oddly enough, only a few people who are about eighty or ninety years old do recall their family name, and were quite surprised to see that Erin’s father is back here again. Although every single one of them would shoot him with fierce glances that are not so friendly, even towards Erin. Except for Luiza, but even though her kindness was mainly for the poor little girl.

“I don’t understand, Charles. If you decided to leave this place before with such determination, why bother came back?” She asked her father sternly, while watching Erin just quietly standing behind him. She was thin, with a long, dark raven hair tied into a loose pony tail. But she does look endearing, those big, innocent watery eyes could gain everyone’s sympathy.

“That’s none of your business, and why does it even matter to you?” He seemed annoyed when answering this question, he roughly grabbed Erin’s wrist, without looking any of the people here, he just simply left, leaving others remain in silent confusion. Some younger villagers did ask Luiza about Erin’s origin, but all the time she just shooked her head, signed heavily.

“May mother Miranda bless that little girl. She does not deserve such man as her father.....”

Of course, Heisenberg would never missed such local news from the village. He did pay a visit to the new “guests” before informing Miranda and his siblings. The appearance of new faces surely hooked his curiosity quite high, but to be honest, he doesn’t even understand why he was that excited, as surely they would probably just end like the locals here, worshiping Miranda like she’s an actual god, and then would went missing mysteriously but eventually end up on her cold, metal operating table, with chest being cut open, blood splatters all around the body, while the Cadou parasite just devouring the remains.

Didn’t someone mentioned the family also has a daughter? Ah, then perhaps that lucky little thing would go to his sister’s castle and can becomes one of the “maid”. Just another victim, Heisenberg thought to himself, he could not hide his grin back. Holding his hammer at the back of his shoulder, he walked quickly to that infamous cottage where the new family is settled, a few quite whispers can be heard during his journey, the villagers were all surprised to see the presence of the metal lord, and naturally inquiring behind his journey.

Just like before, Heisenberg ignored all of them,

When he finally reached the shabby wooden door, of the cottage, he didn’t even bother knocking, just pushed the door wide open violently, using his ridiculous strength meanwhile announcing his arrival.

“Well, well, there’s been news all around the village about the new family, and I thought I could a pay a little visit, to get to know the new members! You are welcome, by the way......”

But when all he saw was a little girl standing by the dinning table, looking confused and stunned at him, his smug smile disappeared quickly, and even the eyes behind his dark specs were filled with momentary surprise.

“Uh, sir?” She asked quietly, putting the tray of cookies down on the table in a panic.

“Are you.... my father’s guest? I’m really sorry, he will be a away for a quite long time, and I’m not sure if.....”

He stood there for a moment, and then realized that she must be the daughter, although she’s much much younger than he anticipated. He cut her off before she finished the sentence : “Huh, so you don’t know who I am ?”

She looked so lost, after blinked her eyes a few times, she nervously said : “Sorry sir, I’m afraid I don’t.”

Heisenberg was never good with children, never, he didn’t really know what to do, after all he wasn’t expecting to meet a child who probably doesn’t even know what a dick is. So, they just stood where they were before, and staring at each other awkwardly in silence, to a point that even the little girl started to feel uncomfortable. She looked around quickly, trying to find something that could resolve this situation, then her eyes fixed on the tray of cookies on the table.

“Um, maybe...do you want to have a cookie, sir?”

The man with the hammer went speechless, he coughed a few times, put his hammer down next to the door frame, and blankly replied back with a tiny bit of fluster.

“Alright then. ”

It was fucking ridiculous.

Heisenberg would never imagined himself sitting in a old cottage, eating chocolate cookies and drinking teas like a normal human, while chatting with an eight years old girl.

Yes, he’s never good with kids, why would he? Being brought by a psycho bitch means he shouldn’t have any sympathy towards anything, everyone in this village had a good taste about his temper before, even his “Lord” title makes it too intimidate for anyone to have any contact with him. Thus, he never had a decent conversation with anyone else besides his cursed family. Frankly speaking, they were not really conversations, more like endless quarrels.

He had a quick look around in the room, when Erin went to the kitchen to make tea. This place is shabby, there’s no doubt about it. No painting, no decorations, only an old wool blanket laying down on the floor of the living room. He could see a few photo frames on the bookshelf, cover by dusts. He tried to have to closer look, but all he could see was three people standing together, presumably a family photo that was taken a long time ago.

“Here’s your tea, sir. And there’s milk and sugar.” She was holding a big tray, walking carefully towards table and almost got tripped by the chair. Heisenberg almost chuckled at her clumsy yet cute actions, but he remained silent, and finished his ninth cookie.

“Well, thanks, little one.” He said simply, then started to sip his tea. He saw Erin was standing next to the table like a lost little lamb, he can’t help but chuckled a bit, gesturing her towards the seat across him.

“ Oh come on, no need to be so frightened! I won’t eat ya.”

She was a bit hesitate at first, but eventually took his offer, sit across the table facing him. Although the teapot blocked half of her face.

“So....” Heisenberg started again, with his smug smile back on his face: “You are new here aren’t you, with your family.”

“Yes. Me and my father came a week ago, from England. But he used to live here, at least that’s what I know. ”

That made his curiosity even higher. An outsider, that originally lived here, how interesting, and how did they even escaped this twisted place.

“Where’s your father now?”

This question let her seemed a bit troubled, she shooked her head, looking disappointed : “I don’t know, sir. He said he’s busy, and that’s it.”

His grin became wider: “And didn’t your daddy tell you, that do not let strangers come into your house while you are alone?”

To his surprise, she did not seem scared, but instead she tilted her head as she was a bit confused, and answered him back politely.

“But I didn’t let you in, sir. You just opened the door and, broke in........”

Heisenberg burst into laughter right after he heard this answer, it was really loud, even the teapot and the cups on the table started to shake a bit, but thankfully Erin didn’t notice, she was completely stunned by his reaction and didn’t know what to do. She thought she probably offend him by saying that. But the truth is, Heisenberg is not mad at all, this child’s unintentional boldness is exactly what he likes.

“ Oh yes! I did break into your house, and aren’t you scared?”

“Should I be scared?” She calmly asked him back, filling his cup again with more tea. “I was tho, but you seem like a nice guy. At least I don’t think a bad person would eat my cookies and having tea with me. If you want harm me you would've done this way earlier.”

He could have so much fun with this kid, Heisenberg though to himself. An outsider was rare enough on its own, no praying, no worshiping, and he won’t hear all those “Miranda bless us” shit. Although, it’s quite ironic that his first decent conservation in 20 was held with a freaking child.

But he’s not complaining. He finished his tea, looking around the room for the last time then shoot his glance back on her. He stood up, ignoring the girl’s skeptical look, Heisenberg chuckled a bit.

With that, he simply waved his hand, and left the house.

“Well, thank you for your service little one, I’m afraid I must got now. But I’m sure we will meet again soon.”

He grabbed his hammer by the door frame, opened the door in a swift motion.

“And send my greetings to your father, will you, little one?”

#karl heisenberg x reader #heisenberg x reader #heisenberg x oc #karl heisenberg #heisenberg x you #karl heisenberg fanfic

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punkrock-writer · 4 years ago

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Space Cowboy- Part 1

Having a Very Bad Time at Disney World

Pairing- Din Djarin x F!OC

Warnings- Swearing. A lot of bad words. Mild Violence.

A/N- The response to this fic is overwhelming I woke up and wanted to cry, thank you to everyone who liked and reblogged and followed me. And thank you to everyone who went to AO3 and left kudos and comments ily. This introduces my OC Sedona. She's a little rough around the edges but I hope you like her. Feel free to message me or comment if you like it or hate it, I like talking to people. Thank you again.

Prologue AO3 Wattpad

The musty, thick, Florida humidity did little to stop her body from practically vibrating as she gazed up at the sight before her. The grand entrance to Star Wars: Galaxy's Edge stood proudly, casting an arch shaped shadow that she stepped into to get a better look. Faux sandstone and waving flags beckoned her into the park, and she gladly followed with a face splitting smile. She had been saving for this trip for what felt like a life time; overtime had finally payed off, and she couldn't wait to spend an entire week in "the happiest place on earth"...

Or so she thought.

Sedona smiled as the butterflies fluttered in her stomach, gazing up at the Millennium Falcon was like a dream. The ship was massive, and fit snugly within the surrounding attraction. She wouldn't consider her self a 'super fan'- she doesn't know the names of the planets in a galaxy far far away, and she definitely couldn't name all of the different space races- but the beauty of the universe awakened the child that was buried deep in her soul. Nostalgia and adult money were a deadly combination.

It didn't help that the casting department knew how to cast the perfect eye candy to keep a grown woman entertained.

She dragged herself away from the massive ship. Though she told her self she wasn't obsessed, she still unconsciously decided to carve an entire day out of a week long trip just to roam around Batuu. She took as deep a breath as she could of the hot air, just beginning to get used to the uncomfortable way her hair curled and clung to the sweat on her neck. The air smelled like an amusement park, little kids vomit, sweat, and caramel corn. She walked leisurely, her sandals dragging on the pavement as she passed stalls and a makeshift cantina, making her way under another gigantic arch. Voices and music filled her ears, she let her guard down, allowing herself to completely absorb the atmosphere.

If she hadn't been gazing up at the architecture of the buildings surrounding her, she would've been able to react quicker.

An insanely bright blue light flashed in her face followed by a high pitched whine, similar to your grandpas weird old camera.

Startled she took quick steps back, her vision foggy as she struggled to clear the blotches that stayed behind when the light went away. But when she can see the sight before her fills her with confusion and anger.

"What the hell is this Men in Black Comic-Con, who are you?" Holding her tongue had never been her strong-suit.

There was a tall, old, white man in a black suit and sunglasses. Typing something into an iPad, not paying any mind to the girl he just attempted to blind. She made the move to step toward him when his head moved away from her, looking upwards and to the left.

"So this is the one" he wasn't even looking at anyone, and then she noticed the tiny bluetooth device in his ear. Her brow furrowed deeper, her mouth set in a frown. Her hand lifted and mouth opened simultaneously but before she could yell at him further, an object was thrust in her outstretched hand.

That's when her head split open.

Her empty hand instantly flew to her forehead, eyes squinting shut as she tried to control her breathing. It literally felt like her skull was cracking down the middle, lights danced underneath her eyelids, she curled into herself in the middle of the Disney World street.

"Mother fuck" she spat out the words, cracking one eye open to look for the man, but he had disappeared. Leaving her with a migraine and gadget that looked like the worst dildo in the world.

The growl that ripped through her throat was inhuman. One hand still covered her left eye as she charged in the direction she thought the man could've gone. Most likely looking like the angriest bitch in the entire park. Her fist clenched around the metal piece that was in her right hand, swinging it as her flip flops smacked against the cement. She didn't know where the hell he went but she was going to find the prick an-

"Miss are you okay?" A timid female voice flitted from her left side. She spun quickly, another wave of pain crashed over her, she couldn't fathom how she looked right now to the poor mother and her young child. A fist covering her left eye as her face contorted into a snarl, her other hand clutching some kind of metal object. Her chest heaving and leaning awkwardly into her left side.

"I'm fine" she grumbled, before marching further on her war path. She missed the way the mother quickly bundled the child into her arms, rushing into the opposite direction as quick as she could.

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Sedona attempted her murderous trek for as long as she could. Searching the park for the mysterious business man who had fucked with her relaxing vacation. But sooner than she would've liked the pain overwhelmed her. Begrudgingly she boarded a Disney bus and made her way back to her hotel room. The device had been tossed into her purse, not wanting to get rid of it, so she could beat the man with it when she found him.

Yet another shuddering wave of pain ripped through her as she flung open the door to her room. Quickly shutting and locking it behind her, the first thing she did was pull her hair from its ponytail. Her hair, damp and curly from sweat hung to her shoulders, she ran both hand through it, taking a deep breath of the air conditioning. The next to go was her purse, which she unceremoniously flung onto the bed as she stomped forward. Her flip flops were kicked off at the end of her bed. Peeling the sage green sundress off her sweaty body, she rifled through her suitcase.

Nothing good ever happens when I wear a fucking dress.

Satisfied with her choice of pajamas she shuffled into the bathroom. Pausing for a moment to glare into the mirror. Taking in the mess of a girl who couldn't even keep her eyes all the way open. She pivoted to the shower, praying the cold water would do some kind of good for the aggressive pounding behind her eyes.

She stayed in the shower till she was shivering. The headache only diminishing slightly, and the gaudy scent of the hotel toiletries didn't really help. Grappling two thin towels from the rack above the toilet she rolled her hair into one atop her head, the other she quickly dried herself off. She didn't really want to spend much longer in the dampness, wanting a nap much more.

Her pajama choice was simple, a men's 3XL Big and Tall black T-shirt, and a pair of Mandalorian printed MeUndies. No, no, she definitely wasn't a super fan. She exited the bathroom, bee-lining for her massive suitcase that was perched on the bed. Plopping down she hauled it into her lap, searching through the many pockets for the one containing her emergency first aid kit, and she sighed in relief when she finally found the bottle of Advil. As she unscrewed the top she glanced at her purse, a strange blue light emitted from within it.

She reached over her suitcase, grabbing her purse and setting it into the bag on her lap. She couldn't help the eye roll as she pulled the device from the depths. It was a simple looking thing. A long pill shape, with an indented seam running the entire edge, and one small thumb-print size button in the middle. The button pulsated it's annoying blue light slowly, beckoning someone to press it.

"I don't have the energy for this shit" she grumbled. Maybe it was the headache making her loopy, but she placed her thumb over the indentation, without much of a hesitation.

And of course it started to vibrate.

She would've laughed if the vibration wasn't followed by the entire outer seam of the device growing brighter with the same blue light.

"Travel begins in 5 seconds. Please gather all items needed for travel"

Sedona's eyes grew wide as her brow furrowed in confusion. The mechanical voice didn't give her much time to think.

This can't be real.

Panic rose in her throat, her eyes searched the device, flipping it in her hands as it began to grow brighter and brighter.

On instinct she gathered both of her bags closer to her chest. The massive suitcase not really yielding much.

Her breathing grew quicker, matching the aggressive buzzing of the device in her hand.

"Fucki-"

And suddenly she is falling. Rapid descent lifts the towel from her head, and she can feel wind rushing past her face. She squeezed her eyes shut, but she could still tell that she was falling through and insanely bright blue tunnel. Faster and faster until.

BANG

Her knees are folded underneath her, taking the entire collective weight of her body and both of her bags that fall on top of her. She swears she hears a pop, and can feel a burning pain rip up her knees to the top her thighs.

She deeply inhales, slamming her hands onto whatever metal floor is in front of her.

"MOTHER FUCKER"

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the-last-airblender · 4 years ago

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Chapter 5: The Siege (part 1)

You gaze after him until he’s out of sight again, the same strange feeling from before distracting you to the point where you only notice the footsteps when they are right behind you.

This is part of the Run series, check out the masterlist for the other chapters

Word count: 9,2k whoops

Notes: Din Djarin x fem reader. As you can probably tell by the title, this is a AU/retelling of the season 2 episode. The whole destroy-the-base-storyline is still there, but I’ve changed the story a bit so that you can have an active role in it instead of simply following Din around. It includes a scene very much inspired by this particular tiktok hehe. I had to post this in two parts since I reached the post limit lmao.

Warnings: violence, swearing, feelinggggsss owyeahh

Summary: Cara Dune and Greef Karga ask Din to help them destroy a secret Imperial base. As it turns out, you’ve just scored an invitation to the party taking place in the mansion the base is hidden beneath.

You look up from your book when the cockpit starts to get lighter by the minute. A glance outside tells you that you have entered Nevarro's atmosphere and a wide, rocky, volcanic landscape stretches out before you as far as the eye can see. Although Duugan is mostly covered in sand, the two planets are quite similar in their apparent desolation. On Duugan people are forced to settle near the places where water can be found, making agriculture -and therefore survival- possible. You’ve often gone into the desert at dusk to sit on top of a large dune and watch the sun sink into the sea of sand. The beautiful colors the sky had turned in those moments had often put you in such a state of calm and wonder that you wouldn’t return home until it was too cold to sit still any longer. Duugan is a beautiful planet and its inhabitants are warm and hospitable. Too bad your now… complicated home situation will keep you from ever returning. You didn't have many friends there, but there are certainly people apart from Samick and Avlin that you will miss. However, after all that has happened, you aren’t sure if they will trust you anymore. The stories that are undoubtedly already being spread about you don't even have to deviate very much from the truth to scare them off. Certainly not for-

'Kira!' you blurt out.

The Mandalorian startles. 'What?'

'My girlfriend', you sigh, putting your forehead in your hand in desperation. 'Well, my would-have-been-girlfriend. She probably heard of my first escape and now she's going to hear how I killed my father and several guards and fled the planet… '

Din can't stop the wave of disappointment flowing through him and forces himself to say: 'He might have survived, if they got him to a good doctor. It's not like you stabbed his heart. '

The way you slightly shrink in your chair tells him that his remark wasn't quite as uplifting as he'd hoped.

'Still', you say, 'she hates violence and I'm fleeing halfway through the galaxy. Even if I found a way to see her again, there's no way she'd even want me anymore. Ugh, I always do this!' You rub your face in frustration. 'Every time I have a good thing going with someone, my recklessness sweeps in and ruins it. Last time, my ex and I were at a bar and when a girl came onto him, my drunk ass punched her in the face.'

Din silently smiles, for more than one reason. He would pay good money to see you drunkenly punch a flirting girl.

'Also, I ... might or might not have ... thrown a knife at her. If it wasn't for the alcohol, I would've hit and probably killed her. Needless to say, he immediately broke up with me.' You cringe at the memory. 'Luckily, my dad never found out.'

A silence falls as he starts the landing. When you look out the window again, you see that you’re just outside a town that appears to have been dug out of the rocky hills. A gigantic freestanding gate gives access to a wide street that is flooded with people. Vendors advertise their wares under self-fashioned sunscreens and people walk in and out of the houses embedded in the hills. Clouds of dark dust rise up as the Crest touches down and much to your surprise, you appear to be awaited. A dark-skinned man in a long coat and a very muscular woman slowly approach the ship, while Din shuts down the engines and gets up from his seat. You hastily put your book in your bag and hesitantly stop him when he’s about to leave the cockpit.

'Look, I need you to know that I'm eternally grateful for your help', you say, looking straight at where his eyes should be. 'And I'm sorry for everything that happened to you because of me-'

‘None of the things that happened there were your fault’, he interrupts.

For a moment you are dumbfounded, not entirely sure if you agree with him. 'Still, thank you. I was so relieved when you showed up. I don't really know what I would've done if you hadn't.'

'You would've found a way', he says, sounding so sure that you look away, your cheeks reddening. 'Besides, you did the most work in that courtyard.'

‘That's not true, my brother was a great help’, you shrug shily.

For a moment, he doesn't answer. Then he remarks: 'Chavez got away.'

You manage to keep your face neutral. 'I noticed.'

'Do you think he'll come after you?'

'Nah, he's got a city to run. Besides, he wouldn't be able to find me even if I walked around with a big-ass target on my back.'

'Good.'

The pod floats after him as he climbs down the stairs and before you follow him, you quickly wipe the dust off your face and loosely re-drape your headscarf. You throw your bag over your shoulder and climb down the stairs. As you walk through the hull and past the now empty pod to the lowered platform, voices reach your ears.

'And you, come here, little one! Has Mando been taking good care of you, huh?'

You smile at the tone clearly intended for the childs and hesitate for a moment, fiddling with your dress.

'Looks like you two have been busy', you hear the Mandalorian say.

'I myself have been steeped in clerical work', says the other male voice again. 'Marshal Dune here is to be thanked for cleaning up the town.'

Your hand grabs the handle of the dagger on your belt for a moment and with a deep sigh you muster all your courage. Then you step into the sunlight and walk down the platform to where two pairs of eyes immediately turn to you. All of a sudden you are very aware that you’re still dressed in your red wedding dress and that the gold paint on your arms glistens in the sunlight. Even though you've put your jewelry in your bag, you know you're more out of place than a shellfish in the desert. Determined not to show Din’s two friends your nervousness, you stop next to the bounty hunter.

'I knew I saw a beautiful face looking down on us,' the man says jovially, still holding the child, who clearly met him before, in his arms. 'Aren't you going to introduce us to your lovely companion, Mando?'

'These are Greef Karga and Cara Dune', says Din, after which he introduces you to them.

'Nice to meet you', you smile politely.

Dune sizes you up, no doubt wondering why the hell you look so dressed up.

'Where are you from?', she asks.

'Duugan.'

'Ah. How do you know this guy?'

'He... got me out of a bad place. Literally.'

She nods slowly and seems to settle for this vague answer for now. Then she turns to Din. 'Come, I want to show you something.'

As you pass through the meter-high gate, you ask nobody in particular: 'Is there a market here somewhere? I could use a new outfit.'

Karga points to a street on your left.

'There is a bazaar over there', he replies. 'You can meet us at my office when you're done.'

'Thanks! See ya'.'

You turn into the street before you can hesitate, your dress blowing in the wind. The staring eyes of the locals don’t escape you and you suddenly can't wait to get changed. The only other piece of clothing you have with you is your blue dress, which was still in your bag and is no less notable, so you will have to get some practical clothes. When you enter the network of streets full of shops and stalls, where many others are also doing their shopping at the moment, you curiously let your gaze glide over the merchandise. In addition to clothing, the vendors offer beautifully woven carpets, household items and all kinds of food that you’ve never seen before, from prickly fruit to delicious-smelling soup and crates full of strange-shaped nuts. As the chaotic mixture of scents enter your nose, you suddenly realize how hungry you are. A little later you’re, now a large piece of vegetable pie richer, looking at a stall with bizarre fruit, when a rough voice catches your attention.

'What’s a girl dressed like you doing on a planet like this?'

Annoyed, you look back at the messy-dressed boy who is looking at you with a grin that promises nothing good. Wisely, you decide not to dignify his question with an answer and turn back to the fruit, munching on the cake.

'Hey, I asked you something!'

Ignoring the boy, you point to a bright yellow egg-shaped fruit and ask the seller what it is. Just as he starts to answer, a strong hand grabs your pie-arm.

'Don't ignore me, you bitch!', the boy snarls.

Within a second, the point of your dagger is against his throat. His face turns white as a sheet and when the grip on your arm loosens, you calmly take another bite of your cake. He raises his hands defensively and walks back slowly, but you don't lower the dagger just yet.

'No need to get all aggressive', he grumbles, suddenly not so brave anymore.

You snort at his hypocrisy and look at him with your signature penetrating look.

'Don't you dare lay a hand on me', you growl. 'If you get near me again, I will literally stab you in the fucki- oh, dresses!'

Suddenly, you’ve forgotten all about the creep and you walk right past him to the stall on the other side of the street, while he looks at you in confusion and then quickly runs off. With your dagger still in your hand, you admire the simple but practical-looking clothing on display. The green-skinned salesman is watching you nervously, happy with the interest but a little afraid of your weapon. Just as your gaze falls on a long, dark green skirt, a warm smile reaches your ear. To your right stands a blond-haired young man wearing a light blouse and dark brown trousers, his hands in his pockets. The smile on his face is entirely different from that of the other boy, yet you don't put your dagger away just yet and you stay where you are.

'You'd think people were smart enough not to mess with heavily armed women’, he says, amused.

You give him a smile. 'There are stupid people on every planet.'

'I'm sure you're right.' He strolls over and holds out his hand. 'I'm Hal.'

After a moment's hesitation, you put the dagger back into its sheath and shake his hand.

‘Our friend handled it quite badly, but he asked the question that the whole town would undoubtedly want an answer to', Hal says as you put the last piece of cake in your mouth, wipe your hand on your dress and pick up the skirt to get a better look at it. 'Don't get me wrong, you look... beautiful. But… well… why?'

You raise an eyebrow at him and he awkwardly rubs the back of his neck.

'Sorry, I phrased that wrong. You're clearly not from around here and you look like you're dressed for some kind of occasion. I just...'

You decide to put him out of his misery for both your sakes.

'This is traditional Duuganese bridal attire.'

'Oh.' Hal blushes and unconsciously takes a step back. 'In that case, congratulations.'

'I didn't get married,' you say, just a little too quickly, smiling encouragingly. 'They couldn't make me.'

'Ah, well, good for you', he says with relief in his voice. 'So that's what brought you to Nevarro, then? You escaped?'

You almost cringe and force yourself to nod.

'Yeah', you sigh. ‘And that's why I desperately need new clothes. I didn't exactly have time to pack my bags.'

'Sounds like you've been through a lot, lately', he responds softly.

You absently rub your thumb on the fabric of the skirt in your hands. 'I guess I have.'

Then you quickly pull yourself back to the present and hold the pleated skirt in front of you. It falls mid-calf and appears to be your size.

'You could probably use something fun to put your mind off things', says Hal, while you grab a baggy white blouse from the stall. 'How about you keep that beautiful dress on for a little longer?'

You pay the vendor for the skirt and the blouse and then take a good look at Hal. You can't deny you find him attractive and he seems very aware of the fact that he shouldn’t get on your bad side if he doesn't want to meet one of your weapons.

'What do you propose?'

As you enter the small building where, according to a friendly local, the magistrate resides, you hear a familiar voice, which tells you that you’re in the right place.

'And you wanna mop up the last of the Imperial force before they do.'

'Mando, I just want them off my planet.'

'If we could take out that one last base, Nevarro would be completely safe', you hear Dune say. 'We could be a trade anchor for the entire sector. And the planet would finally be free. We just need a way into Mayweather's place.'

You walk into the room and Dune quickly clicks away a projection, but your attention is already drawn.

'Did you say Mayweather?', you ask curiously. 'As in Tomas Mayweather?'

Dune and Karga exchange glances. It’s the latter who answers.

'You know him?'

'Yeah,' you say, putting down your now very heavy bag, 'or, rather, my father does. Say about him what you want, but my dad sure was well-connected. I only met him once, years ago, when he came to Duugan for business. I didn't know he was from Nevarro. Why do you need to get into his house?'

'There's an old Imperial base hidden underneath his mansion', Din replies. 'We need to take out the skeleton crew stationed there.'

'What stopped you guys from kicking them out before?'

'Mayweather is an influential and wealthy man', Dune explains. 'Most of the businesses in town are his. We can't just waltz in there. Besides, we don't have the manpower or the watertight proof for it.'

'Why would he even hide them?'

Dune shrugs. 'Presumably, he gets paid handsomely for the protection his status gives them.'

'So you need a way in', you repeat with a straight face.

Karga squints suspiciously. 'Yes, we said that.'

You dramatically put your hands together in a thoughtful gesture, visibly enjoying the little play you're now putting on.

'If only there was some kind of big event to keep him distracted', you muse exaggeratingly. 'Something that would make him feel secure and not suspect that people are coming for him...'

'What are you getting at?', Dune asks, unable to hide her curiosity.

You spread your arms.

'A little birdie told me he's having a party later', you reveal with a big grin. 'And guess who's invited!'

'Nothing yet?'

The modulated voice in your ear almost makes you jump as you lean against the city gate, your hands behind your back and your jewelery softly jingling in the wind. You’re not quite used to the communication device hidden in your ear, which creates a non-stop connection between you and the Mandalorian’s helmet, since you need to be reachable and it would look highly suspicious if you were constantly sticking your finger in your ear to switch it on and off. Besides, you wouldn't even know how -Samick had often teasingly called you “technologically challenged”. The fact that Din can hear what you are doing and saying at all times makes you more nervous than you care to admit. Before you left, you made sure to go to the toilet and you don't plan on drinking anything all night, lest he has to hear things neither of you want him to. However nervous you may be, his digital presence does reassure you somewhat. After all, you’re about to go to the lion's den with a boy you barely know, who was supposed to pick you up at the city gate five minutes ago.

'No', you mutter with a sigh.

You look around again, but no trace of Hal. To be honest, you also have no idea how he’s planning to pick you up, so you don't know what kind of vehicle to look out for. Mayweather's villa is located in the hills outside the city, which means walking is not an option.

Hal had mentioned that guns are not allowed at parties like this one, but you’ve casually ignored that. You did leave your blasters behind, as well as your daggers, but your six throwing knives -which can also be held and used at close range- are attached to your legs. Dresses really do lend themselves well to hiding things on one’s legs. Few have the guts to search there without good reason.

Your gaze lands on the Razor Crest, which is parked a stone's throw from the gate. A couple of figures scurry around the ship, probably busy with some maintenance or refilling the fuel tank. For a moment you consider checking with Mando, but then you decide against it. He probably has better things to do, like preparing for the operation.

The plan had sounded pretty simple: you infiltrate the party and make sure that Mayweather doesn’t get wind of what goes on beneath his feet, while Din, Karga and Dune sneak into the base and place explosives, after which you set a small fire and ensure that everyone clears the villa before it blows up. Not everyone at this party will be an Imperial sympathizer, so you made sure they added that last part to the plan. If you can help it, you don't want more innocent blood on your hands. Plus, everyone will be so busy with the fire that no one will pay attention to what's going on downstairs. Mythrol, a nervous man with blue skin and fins on his head, will take the others to the base with his landspeeder. The tension between him and Mando had been palpable; they've undoubtedly met before and given Mando's profession, you can probably guess why Mythrol was so nervous.

'Are you sure Mayweather won't recognize you?'

'No,’ you admit, 'but it's been at least ten years and I don't exactly look the same as I did then. And even if he recognizes me, it's still not the end of the world. I can't imagine he's already heard about my… actions. '

'Let's hope so.'

'Where's the kid, by the way?’, you ask.

You don't remember seeing him in Karga's office.

'School', is the short answer.

You blink, confused about the lack of context, still not quite used to how frugal the Mandalorian is with his words. Not that you can blame him; he probably used to be alone most of the time and the child is not exactly a great conversation partner, as he never replies -not in a language you or Din speak, that is. You’re not quite sure whether he actually understands what people are saying to him. Though, he seems to listen to Din. When he wants to, anyway.

Then a yellow two-person speeder enters your field of vision. It’s coming straight for the city gate and after a while, you recognize Hal's blonde hair.

'He's coming', you announce softly, while standing up and waving at him.

Your heart starts beating faster and for a moment you feel guilty for abusing his kindness.

‘It's the right thing to do’, you silently remind yourself. ‘This is best for Nevarro.’

'Alright’, the man's voice sounds in your ear again. And, a moment later, as if he was hesitating, he adds: 'Be careful.'

A strange but warm feeling seems to wrap you in an invisible blanket, but the speeder is already so close that you can’t react without being noticed.

'Hey, Hal', you greet -partly to make that clear- when he comes to a stop right in front of you.

'Hey, sorry I'm late!', the young man shouts cheerfully. 'Jump in!'

You climb into the speeder and while Hal smoothly gets the speeder moving again, you mumble, only audible by the gods thanks to the sound of the engines: 'Oh Adur, give me strength...'

'How close do you want me to drop you off?'

Mythrol nervously eyes the area as he maneuvers the speeder through the pass, half expecting stormtroopers to show up at any moment to turn him into a smoking pile of blue pulp.

'How' bout the front door?', Karga says coolly.

'It's a little close for a civilian, isn't it?', he protests cautiously.

'I got two choices for ya’', Karga says sternly. 'You take us in and I knock a hundred years off your debt.'

Mythrol isn't sure if he wants to hear the other option. 'Or?'

'Or I leave ya' out here to walk home with whatever's left in your humidity vest and maybe the stormtroopers won't kill your blue ass before you dry out.'

'It's not much of a choice, is it?', the blue man grumbles under his breath.

The speeder quickly soars between the rocky walls towering over them, to where soon a large metal door emerges: the deserted-looking entrance to the Imperial base. Mythrol brings the speeder to a halt.

'All right, we can't go any further than this', he declares.

When the others get out, he stays seated, looking around and ready to fly away at the first sign of danger. Dune takes a look at the control panel next to the door, which is large enough to get a sizable spaceship through. Din scans the area, but the software in his helmet shows no signs of immediate danger. If he listens carefully, he can hear music coming from above them, where the party in the villa is clearly already in full swing. He had noticed that you didn't leave all of your weapons behind and he feels relieved for it. Judging from your story, Hal isn't the one he's concerned about. The question remains whether Mayweather will recognize you -and more importantly, whether he knows about the events on Duugan. If he has been warned about you, he also knows that you came with a Mandalorian. What conclusions he draws from that information is anyone's guess.

'We have a problem.' Dune's voice pulls him away from his pondering. She points to the panel. 'I recognise this technology. This security takes ages to override and if we do even one thing wrong, it'll send off an alarm.'

'And then our element of surprise is blown', Karga grumbles. 'They'll be way more on guard after that.'

'All right', Mythrol interrupts, starting the speeder again. 'I'm headed back. Hit me up on the comm, we can set up a rendezvous time. '

Karga whirls on him, losing his temper with the nervous employee.

'You park your gills right there until I say otherwise', he snarls.

'I'm starting to dehydrate, boss', Mythrol whines.

'Okay, how does thirty more years off your debt sound?'

He frowns thoughtfully and then sighs. 'Can you at least be quick about it?'

'We could be a whole lot quicker about it if we could get our hands on an access key', Dune says, with a meaningful look to the Mandalorian.

He understands the signal and unmutes his end of the comm. 'Can you hear me?' A clearly fake cough tells him you can't talk. 'We need a key to get in without alerting anyone. It should look like a thin bar about half the size of your hand. Can you get us one?'

You cough affirmatively and he mutes himself again.

'Are you sure that's a good idea?', Karga asks.

'She's our best shot', Din says evasively.

'Why was she traveling with you, anyway?', Dune wants to know.

He looks at her and carefully formulates his answer. ‘She needed a way out and I got caught up in the situation. We got away eventually. Got my ass handed to me a couple of times in the process, though. '

Dune gives him a wicked grin. 'I would've loved to see that.'

He wisely refrains from dignifying that with an answer. The cuts you caused in Lossith have not yet healed and still hurt with certain movements. You’d known very well where to hit him. By now you’d offered to bandage them four times, but he’d politely declined, insisting that you had every right to defend yourself. Besides the fact that the Creed wouldn’t allow it, he can't stand the idea of your touch on his skin for some reason. The thought alone is enough to spark something deep inside his chest.

Suddenly he misses the sound of your voice in his helmet and he thinks back to the ride here, during which he was listening to how you told Hal about the Duuganese gods.

‘On Duugan we worship four gods', you’d explained. 'We have two suns and one moon. Dedis is the largest sun. He is the god of wisdom and the harvest, because his light allows things to grow. Adur is the smaller sun and Dedis' younger brother, as well as the god of dawn and strength. He goes down first and rises first and often quarrels with his brother, who always has the last word - that's why he goes down last. When they’re gone, Qalla, the goddess of the moon and water, appears. She watches over the dreamers at night and keeps the nightly travelers safe. Finally, you have Yris, the goddess of the ground under our feet. She gives life to all that breathes on Duugan.' You laughed shortly. 'Admittedly, there aren't many of those on such a dry planet -you know how it is- but still. All four of them protect us in their own way. That's a very comforting thought when you’re fleeing through the galaxy. '

His gaze travels up to the mansion again and a silent prayer floats up to the sky as well.

'Maker, keep her safe.'

Seemingly casually, you lean on the handrail that prevents you from falling off the gallery. From the open second floor, which wraps around the large courtyard, you can see just about the entire party. Nevarro's contemporary fashion is a true spectacle to behold: women are wearing brightly coloured dresses and they’ve created the most bizarre and elaborate braided updos with their hair, while men walk around in loose-fitting and equally colourful clothes. Their hairdos are even more striking: apparently it is a trend among the wealthy to grow a big mustache and sculpt it into curly shapes -the races that can do that, at least. In addition to humans, you have also recognized a Rodian, whose green reptile skin and antennae are unmistakable, and a beautiful female Twi'lek with copper-colored headtails. An energetic group of musicians is playing cheerful music and a couple of guests are dancing to the beat. Your eyes slide over the dozens of guests and land on Mayweather, who is busy talking to a small group of men. His red hair stands out against his bright blue robes and on his hands, with which he gestures enthusiastically, a number of large rings sparkle in the sunlight coming through the skylights. Luckily he doesn't seem to have noticed you yet, clearly busy with his job as host. Moreover, you’re positioned somewhat concealed behind one of the columns that carry the roof above your head and the storey you’re standing on.

Who would have a key to the hidden base? Mayweather, of course, but it would be too ambitious and dangerous to steal his. The various waiters, their beige robes a strong contrast with the colorful guests, probably have no business going down there. The security, on the other hand...

You push yourself up from the balustrade and hurry towards the stairs, the heels of your shoes clicking on the turquoise tiles covering the floors. Hal has been getting you something to drink for about five minutes now, so you have to be quick if you want to avoid him. Fortunately, even in this dress, you don't stand out too much from the rest of the attendees. Once downstairs, you move smoothly through the partying crowd, making sure you steer clear of Mayweather, towards a hallway that you suspect leads to the private part of the villa. In any case, that you’re not allowed to go there becomes clear when you catch a glimpse of a Zabrak security guard, recognizable by the numerous small horns on his head. You take a deep breath and then quickly stagger into the hall, grabbing your stomach and panically waving at the guard.

'Ma'am, you are not allowed to come here', he says immediately, taking a step in your direction.

You spot the key instantly, clipped to his belt with a ring. Bingo.

'A bathroom!', you cry. ‘I need a bathroom, I don't feel so good! What kind of food are you guys serving here?! '

The man looks at you hesitantly while you say this and before he can respond, you throw yourself into his arms, wailing dramatically. He manages to catch you, but almost falls over in the process. You take advantage of his instability by grabbing the key from his belt in the kerfuffle and hiding it in your hand. Only then does the hole in your plan dawn on you: your dress has no pockets.

The Zabrak awkwardly pushes you away. 'The bathroom is that way.'

'Thank you, good sir', you squeak. 'I'm gonna go puke now.'

You quickly turn around and place the hand with the key on your chest in a dramatic gesture, stumbling back down the hall.

'Hey!'

You keep walking, even though you start panicking for real now, but you hear his footsteps coming after you. Silently cursing, you try to figure out where to hide the key and make a mental note to have pockets made in your dresses and skirts.

'Did you just steal my key?!', the guard snarls, firmly grabbing your arm. 'Give it back. Now. '

You open your mouth for a really ill-prepared defense, but then you hear a familiar voice behind you.

'What's going on here?'

Hal walks into the hallway and glares at him.

'She stole my key, Mr. Mayweather', the Zabrak replies.

The blood in your veins goes cold. Mayweather? Hal is Tomas's son?

'What?' Hal turns to you. 'Is that true?'

Your hand is still on your chest, just above the collar of your dress, and suddenly you realize there is only one place to hide the key now. As you turn toward Hal, you let the thin bar slip down your dress and pray to all your gods that no one sees it. Much to your relief, it doesn't immediately fall out of the other end of your dress and instead get stuck between your boobs, safely out of sight under the red fabric.

'Of course not', you pout, grabbing your forehead. 'I'm just looking for the bathroom, I’m feeling rather unwell.'

Every trace of suspicion disappears from Hal's face and with a short gesture he orders the guard to let you go. He reluctantly obeys.

'Can't you see she's sick, you idiot?', the boy barks. 'Look at her, she's white as a sheet! You just lost your key somewhere.'

You have no intention of telling him why you’re really turning white and you let yourself be supported by a concerned Hal. He accompanies you to the bathroom and then offers to get you a glass of water. You nod and enter the ladies room, but ignore the toilet.

'Hey,' you whisper as soon as you hear him walk away, 'I have the key.'

'Good', the warm voice of the Mandalorian says almost instantly. 'Can you get to the balcony on the east side?'

You noticed it when you were on the second floor earlier, so you respond affirmatively. Quickly, you open the door and when the coast turns out to be clear, you slip towards the stairs. Your braided bun wobbles up and down on the back of your head as you run upstairs, past a man and a woman who had clearly hoped for some privacy in the closed stairwell. Your headscarf falls down on your shoulders, but you ignore it and turn right twice, into a narrow corridor that opens onto a beautiful, gracefully domed balcony hanging many meters above the pass below you. It offers an amazing view of the volcanic, hilly landscape, but that doesn’t interest you very much at the moment. Panting, you put your hands on the balcony edge. What now?

Then you hear a strange, motor-like noise and the next moment, the Mandalorian appears in front of you. You almost let out a scream and step backwards.

'How are you doing that?', you hiss in bewilderment, staring at the man floating in the air.

'Jetpack', he answers shortly. 'Where's the key?'

It's his turn to be baffled when you put your hand down your dress and pull out the key. Suddenly he’s very glad that you can’t see his face.

The metal is still warm from your skin when you put it in Din's gloved hand.

'Go and blow up some stormtroopers for me, will you?', you say with a smile.

'Will do. Thanks.'

With those words, he flies away again. You gaze after him until he’s out of sight again, the same strange feeling from before distracting you to the point where you only notice the footsteps when they are right behind you.

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jolynreblogs · 6 years ago

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Ehhhh not much to say about this one, other than it was a small concept that became a really looooong fic. Enjoy! tags @mcdomii and runs away (Masterpost: https://mcdomii.tumblr.com/post/180578210717/insomniascrooge-au-master-post don't kill me)

"Movie Night!" Louie exclaimed, holding up a tape that he found in Scrooge's garage. After days of persuasion, he had finally convinced his Uncles for a day staying up together to watch a movie. Scrooge agreed readily, having nothing else to do at night besides staring at the ceiling, but Donald was a hard one, mostly because he was against the idea of the kids staying up late. Everyone gathered around the living room for their first movie night in months, except Dewey. Wondering where he went, Scrooge left halfway through the movie.

Dewey was in his room, gazing at the stars longingly, before unpacking the bag he and his brothers found at Castle McDuck. "I miss you so much, Mom…" He said, hugging Della's clothes. Closing his eyes as tears formed in his eyes, he tried to enjoy the time alone he had to grief. Everything had been so hectic lately, he didn't know what to feel about it anymore. A tear dropped, landing on a cracked camera lens in the bag. Opening his eyes again, he found it at a discrete corner of the bag. 'This is new?' Dewey thought, as he wiped away the tears on his eyes, carefully picking it up. Imprint on the lens was the camera's brand number, OP131000.

"Wait, I've seen that number before, but where?" Dewey questioned aloud, rubbing the stray tear that landed on it. After staring for a while, a sudden realisation came to him, causing him to run out of his bedroom.

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Meanwhile, Scrooge was turning the mansion upside down trying to look for Dewey. He had already checked the kitchen, where they would usually go for snacks, the dinning room even though he have no idea why Dewey would be in there, and even his own room! In case Dewey was snooping around trying to look for something, but to no avail.

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Opening the creaking door, Dewey found himself back in the place where Scrooge first locked him up, the attic. It was as dusty and old as he remembered, with sheets covering any object that was there. Curiosity driving him, Dewey looked under the sheets, throwing them off if he could, though it often ended up with the sheet above him. The room had more to what it seemed, there was even a piano under one! Getting distracted, he wiped off the dust around it, playing a few notes, before jumping off to search under the other covers.

After a few minutes, he had uncovered everything, except the one beside him. Coughing the dust out he had accumulated, he angrily kicked his leg in defeat, frustrated that he couldn't find what he was looking for. What he didn't expect was a shearing pain as his leg hit something hard. Holding the urge to scream, Dewey looked down, finding a small part of a video camera exposed beneath the sheets. The imprint on the camera lens was the same as the one he was holding.

'Is this Mom's one?' He thought to himself, bringing the sheet up high enough just for himself. Behind it, he found the rest of the video camera, and a box containing old fashion tapes with one titled 'The Golden Chicken.' Intrigued, Dewey pulled out the camera and the box of tapes, carrying it down to the garage to watch them.

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The television flicked a couple of times, emitting white noise as the tape was put in, showing how old it is. Once it stopped, a temple that was seemingly in the middle of a forest was in the background. "Is this thing working?" A voice, seemigly female, echoed around the place. The camera was then panned to the foreground where three ducks, one carrying a heavy backpack was seen.

Della: Donald it's on!

Donald: Great, now help me with these please!

The female duck ran towards her brother, carrying some of the weight for him. An old duck with glasses moved closer, inspecting the camera.

Scrooge: I never knew I would see this running again, how did you do it, Lass?

"I have my ways." The female duck answered, as she carried the camera up. It was now facing front, focusing on the little features of the temple.

Della: Mind telling our viewers what this temple is, Uncle Scrooge?

Scrooge: Well, according to this book, they had a civilization with chocolate and rubber, as well as corns, avocados and tomatoes. It was the magnificent capital that the mighty monteplumage ruled. I've read everything about it but the book never told me how wonderful the temple structure is though!

Donald: They should've built escalators...

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Walking around aimlessly through the hallways, Scrooge was still trying to find Dewey. With his insomnia kicking in once again, he no longer knew where he was, and thought he was hallucinating when he saw light emitting from the garage at the corner of his eye. Nevertheless, Scrooge went to check it out, hoping that Dewey would be in there.

"Lad, what are you doing in there, it's time for movie night-!" Scrooge asked, opening the door. He found Dewey blocking the tv, innocently looking at him. Annoyed, he snatched the tape Dewey was holding, reading it.

Della: These people were no strangers to gold, but… a chicken?

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A wave of uncertainty and confusion hit Scrooge as soon as he knew that the tape on and the one he was holding was one of Della's tapes. Holding himself together, he nervously asked his nephew, "…It's movie night.., you coming, Lad?"

Dewey: I'm.. not really in the mood..

"That's alright, though if you change your mind…?" Scrooge offered, solemnly walking out of the room. He knew nothing will ever be the same after the rest of the family knew **that**, but sometimes, he wished everything was back to normal, he wished his family was the same.., he wished he was the same old, smart, adventuring uncle they knew.. He sighed, tired of feeling this way.

Dewey: Wait.. Uncle Scrooge, do you want to watch these with me?

Scrooge's face brightened up at the question. 'Did he?' He wondered, he had never watched any of his niece's tapes before and after all, he had nothing else to do at 12:35am other than chug more redbulls. He didn't know if he could stand seeing Della again, bearing the blame of what happened to her but then again, guilt and grief was a common and normal emotion to have around. Finally deciding to accept the offer, he walked back into the room, taking a seat beside Dewey.

Donald: Della you reckless akdbskbekdhdg will you two stop catching up on your reading and get this chicken offa me before it starts its own airline?! Put it back in a cage or something!

Della: Donald will you can it? It's not going back in any cage unless there's one that's a size of a hanger!

The screen moved up and down, shaken by the vibration the chicken made when chasing Donald. Occasionally, there were blurred images of the beast and Donald running around, due to how old the camera was.

Scrooge: That's not totally true.

Della: Huh, what do you mean, Uncle Scrooge?

The camera was seemingly suddenly picked up and now, it was facing the old duck.

Scrooge: According to these inscriptions, if we follow these instructions, we can get a bigger cage to contain it!

The screen moved, focusing on the inscriptions that were mentioned beforehand, moving as Della and Scrooge follow where they lead. Given how late it was, Dewey was starting to fall asleep, leaning on his Uncle. Noticing this, Scrooge shook him awake. "Lad, wake up, this is one of the best parts." The screen was now showing a wall with ancient shapes.

Della: Uncle Scrooge, can you take this for me? I know I can solve this.

Scrooge: Alright, good luck, Lass!

Dewey jolted awake, "Uhh…?" seeing his mom on tape, solving the puzzle in a few minutes. He couldn't believe his eyes, 'She was that fast?' he thought. He always knew his mom was great but this, this was a new level. "Is she always this good?" He asked, wondering if this was normal.

Scrooge: Yup, she had the ability to read the situation and see all the shortcuts and possibilities. Ya know… I think a brother of yours inherited that trait.

Dewey immediately knew who he was talking about, Louie. He was the first to realise something was up with his Uncle Scrooge and in the previous adventures they had, he had a nack of figuring out the pattern every adventure had. It was a trait he got from being lazy, but still, a really neat skill to have.

The camera was now panned to the floor, as Della was using the light from the camera to search for her brother. Dewey smiled at the sight, his mom was so amazingly smart and practical, it would've been amazing to meet her.

Della: Donald where are you? What did those cacao beans do to you?!

Donald: Down here- GIANT CHICKEN! BEHIND YOU DELLA!

"Huh?" Confused, Della turned around, causing the camera to pan to an image of a giant chicken 50 times her size. The chicken towered over her, ready to eat. Terrified, she ran, slipping on the cacao beans in front of her, dropping the camera, causing the screen to go static.

Dewey: MOM!

The white noise and the deafening silence that followed after it as the tape ended echoed around the room. Dewey walked towards the tv, grabbing the tape that was ejected out. "That was mom, huh." He said aloud, tears once again falling from his face. He didn't know what to feel, happy to see his mother, even if it's on tape, or be sad that she wasn't here. Scrooge walked over, kneeling beside him.

"I miss her.." Dewey stammered, crying and hugging the tape. He couldn't be bothered he was crying in front of his Uncle, he just wanted his mother back! Scrooge placed his hand on his nephew's shoulder, trying his best to comfort him.

Scrooge: Lad, you know I miss her too..

Dewey: Yeah.. I do.

"You're actually lucky you found that box, most of the tapes, like the one you played, were damaged or missing, or both." Scrooge said off-handedly, bringing the box of tapes over.

'So that's why it was cut off halfway.' Dewey thought, head inside the box, digging through it. "That.. may not be true." He said, holding up a tape. It was in perfect condition, titled For The Kids.

Scrooge: I think you should watch this one.

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Static filled the screen again as the tape started, then it showed a background of the mansion. It slowly panned towards the car Scrooge uses for his business trips. He was about to get in, when he realise his niece was filming again.

Scrooge: Hey Della, what you doing?

Della: Just making another video, nothing much. You?

Scrooge: I'm going overboard to find business opportunities. Don't burn the house down while I'm gone!

"We won't!" Della answered back as Scrooge got into the car. Beside him, Donald was talking to his old college buddies who had paid a visit to the mansion. Like Scrooge, Donald immediately realised he was being filmed.

Donald: Filming again, sister?

Della: Yep

Panchito: Oo oo! Do we have time for one song? Whoever's watching it needs to hear this.

Donald rolled his eyes as he saw his buddy grabbing his guitar, playing a random tune, before keeping it again. "Experiment with the effects, Della!" Donald called out, halfway through the song.

Della: Hmm… what does this one do?

A flurry of blue gradients suddenly flashed past the screen when a button was pressed.

Della: This one?

The screen transitions into a rocket shape closing on static. A second later, it was showing the background of the mansion again.

"Isn't this amazing, kids? This world is full of so many possibilities, from the day to day basis in the mansion, to the advantures we have, to having you all! Each living thing has an entirely unique experience, the sights they see, the sounds they hear, the lives they live, are so complicated, and so simple! I can't wait for you all to join us." Della said in the background, moving to the horizon as Scrooge's car drove off, and then moving it back to The Three Caballeros while Donald was saying his goodbyes to Josè and Panchito.

Unexpectedly, Della moved the camera such that it was facing herself.

Della: Kids, I… I'm going to space. I know, its a bad idea, there's a lot of risks, and I'll probably never hear the end of it from Donald when I tell him. I won't be gone forever, but I just want you all to know that every moment you love being yourself, that's me, loving you! Because you all are something extraordinary. Take care of them for me, kids.

Donald: Della, wanna play gengar? I found a old box of it earlier today!

"Coming! I bet 10 bucks I'll beat you again!" Della answered back, winking at the camera as she stopped the recording, ending the tape.

Instead of walking towards the television to grab the tape, Dewey sat there, motionless, with tears bluring his vision. He slowly turn to faced his uncle, who was also staring at the screen blankly, before hugging him, sobbing on his shirt. Scrooge embraced it, hugging his nephew back as they enjoyed the silence they had in the room.

Headcannons used (from Domii's 50 insomnia au thing part 2)

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