#I just miss omera so bad

[brokestrapmountain]

it makes me so mad knowing that the mandalorian show runners are pushing away din’s woc former love interest just to start up something bo-katan

i don’t even like the direction they’re going in within giving din a love interest at all but omera is literally Right there. she’s an established character who we have seen interact with din. they had a genuine connection and actual… chemistry? unlike din and bo-katan that ultimately feels forced and a little awkward

i feel like they’re trying to force this to have bo-katan support din’s new reign as the mand’alor, to act as a mentor, but they could have done that platonically. two former “enemies” banding together on the foundation of rebuilding their culture is undeniably more powerful than basing their reasoning to work together on romance

there is sooo much to discover about omera and so much potential for her and din. they’re both so… Mysterious. omera is a widow on a desolate, peaceful planet who can somehow work a shotgun?? what the hell happened there???? din and omera have so much to discover about each other, they should kiss!!!

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DIN DJARIN ONE-SHOTS

Each story below focuses on Din Djarin, with pairings for each story indicated along with summaries.

Stories marked with an asterisk (*) contain sexual, though not explicit/graphic, content.

My ratings are as follows: G (all ages), T (13+), M (18+)

Last updated: July 27, 2024

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the “heat” of the moment • reader The heat goes out on the Razor Crest and you’re the only one with an electric blanket to keep yourself warm.

my cyar’ika • fem!reader You and Din find yourselves in a marketplace lush with life, and you lose yourself in the fun while Din tries to keep you safe throughout it.

just fine • reader Din comforts you after you suffer through a tumultuous nightmare.

dead to me • fem!oc On the verge of death, Twila takes off Din’s helmet, later having to face his wrath and leave his ship—even though she’s pregnant with their unborn child.

everything i wanted • reader You’re trapped inside a Din x Omera love triangle, struggling to get to your lover who’s entranced with your new host.

riduurok • reader This is the story of how you fall in love with the Mandalorian bounty hunter, Din Djarin.

home • reader After the child is reunited with his people, Din takes you to a place that’s unfamiliar to you but all too familiar to him: his home.

when stars align• reader You spend an affectionate morning awakening beside your Mandalorian, who you have just recently married.

more than words* • reader On the evening of your marriage, you and Din show your deep love for each other in a manner that goes beyond words.

the challenge • reader After winning a drinking challenge, Din returns to the Crest much later than expected in a state of mind much different than usual, leaving you to deal with him and whatever words spill from his mouth.

don’t blame me• reader In the weeks following your marriage, you and Din are desperate to make up for all the physical affection you’ve missed out on—leading you to do whatever you can wherever you can.

said and done • reader With Din being injured from a past fight, you’re the one in charge of the hunts for now—and Din realizes he likes having you in control.

behave* • reader After a grueling hunt, you and Din celebrate your success at a local cantina, both ending up with a little too much that leads you to do things that are a little too risky.

a warrior’s purpose • daughter oc Din returns to the planet where he’d left his riduur many years ago to find her again—but instead, he finds someone else.

nothing so perfect • fem!reader You and Din think that you’re adding on to your family, only to learn there’s been a mistake—and now you’re both left to cope with the loss you never expected.

next to you • reader It’s been long enough since Din’s promised return for you to assume that he didn’t make it, and now you yearn for the life that could’ve been.

forever and always • reader When you and Din finally find the child’s home, it’s time to say goodbye—but then Din realizes he can’t.

reverence • fem!reader Following the birth of your daughter, Din spends a night marveling at the little life and the way you provide for her.

transmissions • reader When Din’s away on a long job, he gives you a holotransceiver and sends you transmissions to keep you both at ease.

purpose • fem!reader As the daughter of an Imperial senator, the Mandalorian’s hired as your bodyguard—but with the twisted ideals of your father putting you at risk, he becomes so much more than that.

irrevocable • reader After a hunt goes wrong and Din gets captured, you go after him and save him, but you find that they’ve removed his helmet and have done him personal damage that will last for much longer.

mine* • fem!reader With tensions rising not only in the galaxy but also in your relationship, Din proves to you in a new way that he’ll take care of you.

never alone • fem!reader In the aftermath of a bad nightmare, Din receives comfort from an unexpected source: his daughter.

tresses • reader When Din’s hair becomes the object of your and the baby’s affections, he decides it’s time for a trim—although he’s hesitant for a reason you must discover.

enervation • reader Din returns home from his new job as exhausted as ever, begging you to join him in sleep—and trying to make it happen at all costs.

take care • reader After Din sustains an injury on a job, you have to help him take care of himself—something he grows more and more fond of.

affliction • fem!reader When you and Din get recognized at an Imperial gala, you’re both taken into custody, where they begin to use Din to get you to talk—and lead you to do something completely unexpected.

take it off* • reader Your new ally extends his hospitality a little too far—and now Din’s determined to remind you of what he alone can provide you with.

cozy in the cockpit • reader After the Crest suffers through an intense chase and crash, you and Din must figure out how to survive on a freezing planet—your low odds causing your mutual feelings to come to the surface.

beneath the surface • reader You and Din get double-crossed when trying to find other Mandalorians, putting all three of you in deep waters.

touch it softly • reader When you invite Din to play with your hair, you both get a little more than lost in the moment.

alleviation • reader You continue helping Din recover from the traumatizing removal of his helmet, trying to make him understand that it’s okay to not be okay. (part two of Irrevocable)

the right thing • reader Din returns to you on Nevarro after the mission on Moff Gideon’s cruiser—without the child.

ni ceta par gar (i kneel for you)* • reader When Mando needs emotional release, you seek to fulfill your pining by offering something neither one of you can resist—something that could change everything.

in my head • reader The thought of Din plagues your mind—and it won’t be long until it’s forced onto your lips.

the marshal • fem!oc Din covers his face. So does she. Shrouded in mystery and unable to admit their shared intimidation, the two must work together to save Mos Pelgo—for both their sakes.

hold me in hyperspace • reader After a long hunt, you think Mando just wants some rest—but really, he just wants you.

ner yaim (my home) • reader After a day of work, you get to come home to Din, who’s fitting into his new role well.

mureyca (kiss) • reader The story of the different ways in which you share a kiss with the Mandalorian.

aftermath • omera After his quest has been fulfilled, Din returns to Sorgan, needing the comfort and support of someone he could never forget.

stay • omera Din wrestles with his feelings for Omera and tries to tell her how she feels—but has to let her in first.

torrent • reader When one of Din’s worst fears is revealed, you’re left to do whatever you can to put him at ease.

enterprise • cassian andor, k2so When Mando’s quarry offers him a better deal, he finds himself getting involved in more than he originally bargained for.

bloom • reader With your relationship now in full blossom, a flustered Din takes you on your first date, where he does everything he can to tell you how you make him feel.

malevolence • grogu Din experiences the ghastly side effects of wielding the famed Darksaber.

before i go • reader Imperial occupation of your covert as well as your mind lead to a devastating confrontation between you and your past Mandalorian lover.

favorite crime • reader When your ex-partner-in-crime and past lover enters your life again, you find yourself looking back on fond memories with a tremendous desire to chase them again.

solace • reader Din reassures you when your perfectionist tendencies catch up to you.

foster • obi-wan kenobi Obi-Wan comes across an orphan named Din that he can’t help taking under his wing.

intemperate • reader Mando’s indulgence in liquid courage leads him to say things you never thought you’d hear—and will never forget.

scars • reader When Din shows unprecedented hatred for his battle-worn body, it’s up to you to reassure him of everything you love about it.

seeking serenity • reader Mando, overcome with anxiety in the aftermath of a risky event, needs you to bring him back to reality—and asks for much more along the way.

liberation • reader You lead a mission to free Din from an Imperial hideout, only to discover that he’s in need of you much more than you originally thought.

contrition • reader Din comforts you after you do something drastic to save his life.

bring me home • reader You reunite with your Mandalorian lover after a long separation and realize much has changed since you last him.

safety net • deaf!reader When you and Din are reunited after a hunt that goes longer than expected, your mutual feelings for each other finally bubble to the surface—regardless of the fears you’ve both buried deep within.

selfish • reader Din, who’s helplessly in love with you, is forced to watch you and your partner until he’s forced to come to terms with his feelings.

united we fall • reader Din’s unable to control the Darksaber and accidentally hurts you with it, leaving behind a deep scar on your body and his mind.

of bounties and bartenders • fem!reader The mysterious Din “Brown Eyes” Djarin returns to visit you after a job, but trouble is the last thing he’s left behind.

as it was • din djarin’s parents The living waters beneath Mandalore bring Din back to a place—and a people—he never thought he’d see again.

people watching • grogu Observation was a skill Din Djarin had mastered for his own safety, but now it sets the scene for his very own destruction.

astronomy • reader Crossing paths with a seriously injured Din forces the two of you to come to terms with your relationship.

stardust • reader You finally reunite with your Mandalorian lover, just to learn a devastating truth.

fine line • reader Din tries his best to comfort you in the aftermath of your torturous capture.

scarlet promise • reader Vengeance consumes you when Din’s put at risk, causing him to have to pull you back to reality.

what sits in the silence • reader Your bounty-hunting rival turns to you in his time of need and brings along more baggage than you planned on handling.

when a house becomes a home • reader A new home brings new responsibilities, and there’s only one person who can teach Din how to cook a proper meal: you.

takes one to know one • reader Bounty hunters aren’t supposed to fall in love and you were okay with that. So was the Mandalorian.

love me louder • reader Your secret romance with the Mandalorian is put at risk when you find yourself in the wrong place at the wrong time.

shattered • reader When an anxious day gets the best of you, Din seeks to comfort you.

the broken who blossom • reader At long last, Din’s returned home to the covert, but he’s brought a lot more home with him than anticipated.

in sickness & in health • reader Din does his best to comfort you when you become anxious about your health.

doomsday • reader You and Din are interrogated by Moff Gideon, who has quickly realized you’re the best weapon he has to use against the Mandalorian.

i still see you • reader In the aftermath of the Morak mission, Din’s faced with a crisis you only hope you can help to resolve somehow.

fight for me • reader When Din starts to get harassed at a cantina, you can’t help jumping in to defend him at all costs.

right where you left me • reader Din reunites with you many years after your whirlwind romance for a mission you begrudgingly accept to help him with.

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Once Upon a Time on the Razor Crest

Summary: Lunch time

A/N: Hello lovelies,

What an amazing Bad Batch episode. Had me in tears, made me smile, made me laugh, made me upset. Just all over the place. Anyway, I'm on vacation, so no updates next week. I'll be content creating.

Also I just reached 450 followers! I'll be coming up with a way to celebrate it.

Love oo

Due to the past history of the OC there will be discussions alluding to past domestic abuse, please note that as it could be a trigger for some.

Warnings: discussions of lunch. If I miss any warnings, please let me know.

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THE CRESTWORLD

CHAPTER TEN

It felt weird being around people again, when for the past several weeks all I’d seen was Din and Grogu, and now there were at least 25 pairs of eyes watching me. It was nerve wracking.

“Why is everyone staring? Is there something on my face?” I quietly asked Din as I wiped away what I thought could be the issue.

“It’s not you, it’s me,” he responded, matching my tone.

“I don’t understand”

“Don’t worry about it, just look at your menu” he motioned with his head. 

“You guys ready to order, Din?”

I looked up to see one of the most beautiful women I’d ever seen before, she was almost as tall as Din, with a fantastic smile, incredible eyes, and the most thick head of hair ever. Instinctively, I touched my own, wondering how badly my own thinning hair looked; I had lost a lot of my hair due to the stress I experienced for the past few years. Even her skin was smooth and without blemish, I couldn’t help wondering what her skin care routine was, that she was able to look so amazing.

“I’ll have the fried nuna please, Omera,” Din responded without looking up.

“Sure, and you sweetie?” She smiled, radiating warmth and friendliness. 

I was lost for a second in her warmth and beauty, “Hmm, sorry”

She chuckled a little, “What do you want to eat, Ann?” Din let out exasperated.

“Oh, right sorry” I looked at the menu again, “What do you recommend?”

“The fried nuna is good, I like it, but the burgers here are quite delicious”

“Then a burger please”

“Coming right up, usual drink Din?”

“Sure, and bring one for her too.” He motioned towards the woman sitting in front of him. It had been a while since he had seen Omera and truthfully, he thought it would be a bit more awkward, especially after the disastrous date.

“Alright, two jogan fruit drinks coming up”

“Thank you, uh … O-Omera. Sorry if I messed it up”

“Not at all. Ann, right?”

“Yeah”

“Welcome to Sorgan”

“Thank you. Nice meeting you.”

“You too. I’ll go put in your order”

Din watched as she walked away heading to the counter behind him, a smirk appeared on my lips, as I took in the scene before me, “Oh, I see” I whispered.

He turned back to look at Ann, confusion on his face, “You see?” Din tilted his head.

“Nothing” I shook my head, I wasn’t about to open up my mouth about what I suspected. Not after what happened this morning, it was better to keep my nose out of it.

He glanced out the window, not saying anything to what she could possibly have been implying. He wasn’t in the mood to listen to any sort of speculation or remarks.

I took my time eyeing the rest of the patrons, there was an older couple off in the corner, smiling and joking. An older man in his late 50’s who looked annoyed and very miserable. Two men who were sitting eating their meal in relative silence, but seemed to be making jokes with one another every so often. There was a young guy maybe in his mid to late 20’s sitting at the bar of the diner, he glanced over to us every so often, his eyes caught mine. He gave a little smile, which left me feeling uneasy. I simply looked away and focused instead on reading the signs around the diner.

“Well-well, what brings you here, stranger?” 

I turned to the very unique and familiar voice, and there standing in all his glory, his cowboy hat on his head with that same smile I saw, from our first meeting stood the Marshall.

“Marshall Vanth” Din nodded, addressing him.

He took off his hat as he sat down beside me. The smile never leaving his face, he looked at Din, grabbing the menu from in front of him. 

“So Mr. Shut-in decided to bring you for lunch, huh?” He chuckled, nudging my arm as his warmth and friendly nature filled the table.

“Apparently, I did a good job today” I bumped his shoulder, as a smile graced my lips, grateful he was there adding a warmer atmosphere than what Din was providing. He seemed to have fallen back into his colder persona when we got closer to town. 

“Hmmm, yeah, if you mean nearly getting yourself killed a good job” he motioned with his hand, as he turned to look at the two of us, “then yeah, you did a good job” Din let out, annoyed at Cobb who felt it was acceptable to just sit down without asking. More annoyed that he was able to get Ann to smile so easily.

“I did not get myself killed. When would I have gotten myself killed?”

“You didn’t notice, because I stepped in and helped you”

“You know” I turned to look at Cobb, “he was all grumpy, being all kinds of rude this morning and I graciously let it slide, and now he’s been all fussy again. Especially after he went into detail about how good of a job I did.”

“Ha! Graciously?” Din huffed.

“I’m not surprised,” Cobb chuckled, ignoring Din’s comment.

“Hello Marshall” 

“Well hello Omera, you’re looking beautiful as always” he gave his best flirty smile as he looked at her.

“Thanks, your usual?”

“Today, I think I’ll go with a club sandwich today, Omera”

“You know Cobb, the chef wanted me to tell you, you try the club sandwich at the beginning of every month, and every time, you don’t like it, ending up sending it back and ordering your usual. He said that if you did it again, he’d come out and force you to eat it. Now, with that in mind, do you really want to order the club sandwich?”

“Of course not, I’ll just have the usual”

“Ugh! Every time.”

“You love me”

“Hardly”

“But I’m wearing you down, aren’t I?

“Not even close.” She shook her head, but there was a definite blush on her cheeks, “I’ll put your order in, give me a minute, what do you want to drink?”

“Caf would be lovely”

“Regular or your special?”

“My special, thanks”

I noticed Cobb also watched Omera walk away, hmmm, interesting, “So did you guys grow up together or something?” I motioned between Din and Cobb. As much as Din tried to be irritated with the man there was a definite hint of a smile on the corner of his lips, while Cobb simply chuckled as he pushed away the menu.

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Clueless

Pairings: Din Djarin x f!reader

Warnings: Fluff, mutual pining, Din being clueless, Established sexual relationship, live sick idiots, mild reference to smut.

A/N: req by @sturkillerbase for idiots in love. “You’re so cute. What did you just say? I said you look like a boot.”

Comments and reblogs really appreciated 🥰

Din couldn’t breathe.

He couldn’t think, he couldn’t focus. He felt hot under all that beskar and he was vaguely aware that Cara was talking to him - rambling on about staying here, settling down. Why is that when she said that, all he could think about was you.

You, the mechanic he had taken on almost a year ago. You, who had broken down all his walls and pierced him straight in the heart. You, whose hands knew exactly where to touch to comfort him. You, who came along and filled that missing piece of his puzzle. You, who was currently playing with Grogu and the other children - putting thoughts of you holding a baby of your own in his head, his baby.

“If you stare longer, you’ll burn a hole into the side of her head.” He fell forward slightly, startled by what Cara had said before quickly recovering.

“What are you talking about?”

She smiled up at him - that sly smirk she always has around him - her eyebrow quirked. “The only person you're fooling is yourself, Mando. Plain as day that you love her.” He’s just as bad as she is. She stood then, coming to stand beside him - her gaze drifting over to you.

“You better tell her before someone else snaps her up,” she says with a tilt of her head in your direction. Din follows her line of sight to find one of the local men talking to you. His hand reaches out for you and touches your arm and you laugh at whatever he’s said. It’s like a knife has been thrust into his gut - twisting around for extra effect.

You turn then - as if you can feel the heat of his gaze - and catch him staring. A sweet smile spreads across your face and you wave at him. Din clenches his fist as a wave of anger or jealousy - he’s not quite sure - washes over him. I can’t watch this. He moves away from Cara and storms off, leaving you staring after him with a confused look on your face. Your eyes meet Cara’s and she just shrugs before walking off. Maker, these two love sick idiots.

***

Sometime later, Din arrives back at the hut - having spent most of the day avoiding you - to find you dressed in a skimpy dress. He’s frozen in the doorway at the sight of you - dress clinging to the curve of your breast, flowing out at the waist. You look ethereal.

There’s a slit in the dress that he hadn’t noticed until you move. He can see the skin of your leg all the way up to your thigh and it’s making it impossible to breathe. Suddenly, the beskar armour weighs heavy on his shoulders - all he wants to do is reach out and touch you. Really touch you. Without the armour, without the gloves - without the barrier between you both.

“Din! Are you ok? You’ve been gone all day, Grogu was upset he couldn’t find you.” You're standing directly in front of him now and he lets his eyes roam over you - hidden behind the safety of the visor. He can feel the heat coming off you - searing into his skin. Your scent - apples, cinnamon and something indescribably you - fills his nose from under the helmet and his brain short circuits.

“You’re cute!” He freezes. Did I say that out loud?

“What did you say?” You say with a soft smile on your face. You know exactly what he said.

“I said you look like a boot.” Trying not to laugh, you reach out to touch his arm but before you can - he pushes past you making his way behind the curtain separating your shared space. You stare at the space he occupied seconds ago, mind reeling. Does he feel the same way? Turning to follow him you're interrupted by Omera and Cara entering the hut.

“Ready to dance and get drunk on spotcha?” Cara says as she wiggles her hips. They both stand staring at you, waiting for a response. “Eh..can you give us a minute?”

They share a look before turning back to you and nodding. “Can you take Grogu?”

“Sure”, Omera says as she bends down to pick him up. Once they leave you turn towards the curtain, heart racing. I need to know.

***

Din paced the length of the small space he occupied - embarrassment flooding his veins. Dank ferrek!

He’s ruined things now, he knows he has. You’ll think he’s an idiot and leave. Everyone leaves. The only one consistent thing in his life is Grogu and he doesn’t have much of a choice. I need to get out of this. Din begins pulling off his armour - piece by piece - throwing it on the ground haphazardly. He hears Cara and Omera talking and he figures you left for the celebration. It’s safe!

With both hands on either side of his helmet; he lifts it off. Holding it in his hands, he stands there and stares into the visor - his face reflected back at him. The mandalorians are his family, took him in when he was most alone in the world - he owes them his life. They are also his curse. Living by a strict creed that allows no one to see his face, not even the ones he loves.

You can never get too close. How could you when there is a barrier of beskar between you both. In the last couple of months he’s longed to find a peaceful planet somewhere in the galaxy - quite like Sorgan - and settle down with you and Grogu. Maybe you’ll agree to marry him and you can have a child of your own. She’ll never love you.

“Oh Din I’m…I’m so sorry…I didn’t mean…”

Din turns towards your voice to find you w or h your back turned away from him and your hand covering your eyes. She saw my face! You have two options here, kill or marry.

Din tosses his helmet. The loud thud as it hits the floor echoes throughout the hut. He moves toward you now, slow and steady - like any quick movements will spook you. He reaches out to touch you and his heart races upon contact. He loves the feel of your warmth under his touch. Searing into his skin.

“Mesh’la, it’s ok.”

“No! No, I made you break your creed. I’ve ruined everything Din. I’m sorry…so sorry,” you say with a sob. He turns you around and places his hands gently on your cheeks.

“Mesh’la please, look at me.”

“No. I can’t. I…I won’t. I can leave…I won’t tell anyone what I saw…please don’t kill me.”

His heart clenches tight. I could never kill you. “I won’t kill you. I can’t, even if I wanted to. I…I love you Y/N and I want you to see my face properly, so please look. He pulls your hands away but your eyes are shut tight. “You can’t be a Mandalorian anymore Din, I made you….I’ve ruined it all…”

“I can still be a Mandalorian. I love you and I want you to see my face. I want to give you that. Give you all of me. Marry me?” He whispers beside your ear.

Slowly you open your eyes and you're met with the most beautiful brown eyes you’ve ever seen. You take him in. His hazel eyes, his brown hair that’s slightly dishevelled from the helmet and the light facial hair he has along his jaw. He was beautiful.

“Will you marry me?” Your eyes search his, and you see the sincerity in his gaze. A smile spreads over your face.

“I love you too Din. I have for a long time. Yes, I’ll marry you.”

Din reaches down and his lips touch yours in a soft kiss. A moan slips past your lips and he devours it with his. Pulling back he leans his head against yours - his eyes gazing into yours. “Just repeat after me. Mhi solus tome, Mhi solus dar'tome, mhi me'dinui an, mhi ba'juri verde”

You repeat what he says word for word and then he reaches into his back pocket and places a ring of beskar into your finger. “What did we say?” Din smiles - his eyes glued to the ring, his ring, adorning your finger before looking straight at you.

“We are one when together, we are one when parted, we share all, we will raise warriors. They are mandalorian vows.”

“So we’re married now? That was easy.” He chuckles before his lips meet yours again in a heated kiss. His hands begin to roam a little and you can feel him harden against you. “Maybe we should start working on those warriors?”

A growl emanates from deep within his chest as he grabs your ass tight, pulling you close. “How long do you think we have?”

“Hmm, I’d say maybe an hour before Cara comes to find us.”

“I can work with that.”

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[forever-rogue]

hi! if you’re accepting requests from prompt list #2, does angst to fluff count lol. 5 from angst, 49 from fluff lists! with reader thinking din loves someone else 🥺 i like mando x omera but.. reader who perhaps doesnt have the skills omera has and sees how din looks at her… THE ANGST 😌🤌

AN | Me, writing some Din? It’s been a hot minute, but here we are. I miss him 🥺

Warnings | None

Pairing | Din x Fem!Reader

Masterlist | Din, Main

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A small sigh, a wistful little thing, escaped your lips as you studied the gently lapping water of the lake. It was calm here, a peaceful, tranquil place that served as a welcome refuge after all that you'd been through in the last few years. Sometimes it seemed almost too good to be true. The distant sounds of laughter met your ears as children ran around and played, carefree as could be. Sometimes you wished you were that young again; innocent to life’s darker sides. Unfortunately that wasn’t a possibility, but for now you’d take the peace and stillness you could get.

Pulling off your boots and socks, you quickly tossed them to the side. The water was warm as you relaxed and leaned back, closing your eyes and soaking up the warmth of the summer sun. It wasn’t until you heard the familiar voice that your eyes slowly snapped back opened. Your heart constricted slightly as you spotted Din nearby speaking to Omera. He seemed so happy, in a much better mood than you’d seen in a long time. It was all her, and you remained invisible. Which, when it came to most things wasn’t too bad, but sometimes you wished he would see you.

“Is somebody jealous?” you hadn’t even heard the bounty hunter walk over; you supposed that’s one of the many reasons he was the best in the galaxy. Boba offered a small grimace before sitting down next to you. You shrugged him off staring back into the water. You were not about to get into anything with Boba; that man was insufferable and usually right.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you brushed him off, trying desperately not to look back at Din. Instead, you focused on the water and watched the tiny fish whiz through the water; a few of them brushed by your feet, sending a ticklish shiver up your spine, “I’m just...enjoying the calm afternoon sun and soaking up as much peace before we inevitably leave again.”

“That’s how this all works,” Boba sighed as you nodded in agreement, “you knew that from the day you became my apprentice.”

“I know,” you whispered, “but I hoped at one point I could...walk away and have a normal life. Like this.”

“Normal is all relative,” he had a point as you huffed lightly and stood up, brushing off your pants and reaching for your boots, “but if this is what you want, what you truly want, you know you’re welcome to leave whenever. I would not hold you back from the life you wanted.”

“I know, Boba,” you put your hand on his shoulder and gave it a light squeeze, “the problem is that I don’t really know what I want...I think I know but...it’s more than that.”

“Of course,” he agreed, casting a quick glance at the object of your affections before turning back to you, “I’m sure you’ll figure it out.”

“Either way, it will work out, just as it always does,” you swallowed the lump that had welled up in your throat, “Boba, why are you doing this?”

“I just want to make sure you’re happy - that you know that you have choices in what you’re doing,” he said like it was no big deal, but to you it meant so much. This hardened, sometimes gruff man really did have a heart of gold underneath it all, “should you want to part ways, I would understand. Should you want to stay, I’d be more than happy to have you with me. I don’t know what the future holds for myself, Fennec, or Djarin, but you know it will not always be easy. But sometimes you have to decide what’s most important.”

“Yes,” you answered softly, “thank you, Boba.”

He remained silent as you laced up your boots before padding away, back towards the village. You knew you had a lot to think about and if you wanted things to change at all, you’d have to figure out something. You cast a glance over your shoulder and you were almost positive that you’d spotted Din looking in your direction. But it was all a trick of the mind; it had to be. Why would he spare you more than a passing thought anyways?

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

It was late by the time he found you; much later than any reasonable person should have been outside, but you couldn’t sleep. There was too much on your mind to silence, and if you managed to, it was short-lived and another thought came to replace the previous one. Eventually you’d given up and wandered out of the small hut home that had been acting as your own home for the last couple of months. You knew the area was safe and wanted to enjoy the temperate night air before it turned to a crisp fall breeze, or worse - you’d be gone.

Small bugs chirped happily along with the soft songs of nightbirds as you walked around the sleeping village; you weren’t scared here, you felt safe and at home. But as you rounded a corner, a gloved hand reached out and grabbed your wrist. A small yelp of surprise left your lips as you pulled into a wall of cool metal - beskar.

“Shhh,” Din placed a finger to his lips as you relaxed when you realized it was him, “you’ll wake everyone up. It’s just me.”

“Dank Farrik!” you hissed at him, “how was I supposed to know that? You could have been a murderer!”

“Well….you should be in bed sleeping.”

“So should you!” your arms crossed over your chest as you stared him down, and eventually he huffed in defeat, realizing you were right. He couldn’t sleep either, plagued by the choices he knew that he had to make sooner rather than later. He hadn’t expected you to be out as well, “what are you doing anyway?”

“Couldn’t sleep,” he admitted, scratching the back of his neck nervously, a flash of...something in his dark eyes, “I thought that some fresh air would clear my head.”

“Same here,” you admitted reluctantly, leaving the two of you in an awkward silence. You wished you had enough bravery (or perhaps even stupidity) in your body to just say something to him then and there. At least it would be out of the way; but you weren’t feeling anything but nervous butterflies fluttering in your tummy, “I...umm...I guess I’ll get back. Try and sleep.”

“Hey-” he reached for your arm gently before you could get too far away. You turned around and raised an eyebrow as he opened and closed his mouth a few times, “d-did I do something wrong?”

“What? What are you talking about?” the question caught you off guard, but judging by the look on his face, you could sense that this was something he had been thinking for some time.

“You’ve been different lately...it almost feels like you’re avoiding me.”

“Oh DIn, you’re being ridiculous,” and yet the accusation was very true.

“You’re fine around Boba, Fennec...everyone else. But every time I’m around it feels like you can’t wait to get away,” you should have known that he would have noticed sooner or later. The man was more observant than you’d cared to admit, “if I did something, please tell me.”

“You can’t be serious, Djarin. There’s nothing wrong…”

“Then why have you been avoiding me?”

“I haven’t been doing anything. You’ve got too much free time and your mind is running wild.”

“Tell me it’s not true then.”

“Din-”

“Tell me.”

“The problem is that you’re in love with someone else,” the words were out of your mouth before you even contemplated them. You were mortified and in some ways you were relieved. At least it was all out in the open now and you were able to let the chips land where they may.

“Oh,” was his only response as his head tilted to the side and he looked at you in confusion, “what?”

“I...kriff,” you sighed, “I shouldn’t have said that. Sorry - forget I said anything.”

“Who am I in love with?”

“What do you mean?” tears welled up in your eyes at his response; almost like a cruel joke, “you know, everyone knows! Omera; and why wouldn’t you be? She’s wonderful - kind, smart, beautiful … everything. Part of me wants to dislike her, but I can’t because she’s such a good person but it kills me a little bit to know that you love her and you’ll never even think twice about me. I know that’s super selfish but it’s the way I feel; and judging from how this is going I think I’m making the right decision by leaving. By myself.”

Din said nothing as a few tears rolled down your cheeks. You laughed bitterly at yourself before realizing that this might have been the best decision after all. You couldn’t stay after this.

It wasn’t long before Din came to his senses and ran after you, calling your name and catching up with a few easy strides. You came to a reluctant stop as you sniffled and waited for him to say something, despite the fact that you weren’t sure you wanted to hear whatever he had to say.

“I-I-I’m not in love with Omera,” he insisted as it became your turn to look at him in bewilderment, “I’m in love with you.”

“What?”

“I’ve been talking to her about you,” he confessed, “about how to do...this sort of thing. But then you started avoiding me and I wondered if maybe I’d read the signs wrong and you didn’t like me at all. At least not in that way.”

“I don’t….what?” you heard his words but weren’t able to fully comprehend them. This had to be some sort of weird fever dream. Din sighed - his trademark sigh - before ripping off his gloves and gently putting his hands on the sides of your face. He was hesitant at first, to see if you would stop him. But you didn’t...instead you relished in his touch, the feel of his bare skin on yours sending electric shivers throughout your whole body.

After a few moments of quietly studying your features, he leaned in and slowly pressed his lips against yours. It wasn’t a proper kiss by any means, hardly more than a ghost of one, but it felt...strangely wonderful. You looked at him in disbelief as he pulled back; was this really the same man that you’d met all that time ago that wouldn’t even tell anyone his name or let them see his face?

“Oh.”

“Can we go inside?” he whispered softly, “can we talk?”

“Yeah,” you agreed gently. He reached for your hand but before he could take it in his, you stopped him and pressed another sweet, barely there kiss to his lips. A tinge of pink colored his cheeks as you beamed at him, “now we can go.”

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[djarinvibe]

After Dark (Mob Boss!Din Djarin x F!Reader) Pt. 6

A/N: okay i am so sosososos sorry this is coming out months after the last chapter. Ill be honest, I lost motivation for a sec but it’s back babey!!!! woo :)

Words: 3.3k

Warnings: flufffff, parent trauma, mild sexual themes, bad psychology (seriously, i did not go to college. i just googled stuff)

Summary: You meet Grogu for the first time and notice something isn’t quite right about the boy. Later, The Mandalorian allows you to go to your apartment to gather the rest of your belongings.

Italics = Flashback // Masterlist

Gentle streams of sunlight peeking through the curtains and shining on your face caused you to stir and blink awake, squinting from the brightness. 

The grogginess of sleep kept you hazy while bundled up under the covers, enjoying how soft and silky the fabric felt against your exposed skin. Stretching your stiff limbs, you yawned before cuddling back under the comforter.

“You can't go back to your apartment.” The man spoke, swirling liquor around in his glass. His gaze was focused on the movement.

“Why not?” You furrowed your brow, mind racing. Besides your earlier thought of moving and getting rid of items your parents owned, there was still some stuff you'd like to keep.

“It’s unsafe. Moff knows where you live.” The Mandalorian’s eyes met your own with a firm glare, as if he could not be convinced otherwise. “And like I said, you're never leaving my sight again.”

“Y-Yes, sir.” You nodded, swallowing thickly while standing up and stepping away from the couch you currently sat on. 

Your mind ran as you played with your fingers, stepping across his office and approaching the window that looked out across the club. You could see Omera standing behind the bar, happily flirting with a patron sitting across from her. It almost made you miss the simple days of being a waitress down on the club floor; chatting with your coworkers, flirting for better tips, slapping the hell out of handsy guests.

Now, just three months later, everything has changed. For better or worse… you couldn’t tell yet.

The Mandalorian caught your attention, setting his glass onto the coffee table and standing up, “Flower, you will be taken care of.” He spoke softly as he walked across the room to where you stood by the window. He gently pulled you into his grasp, arms tightly wrapping around your waist. 

“From now on, you're no longer my employee,” He spoke softly, eyes meeting your own, “You're my Cyar’ika.”

“Good morning.” The deep voice of the Mandalorian caused you to jump slightly, before remembering where you were.

You quickly sat up in bed, eyes greeting the sight of the man standing in the doorway. He had his mask on, but still donned his pajamas; a simple button down top that was blue with white stripes, and bottoms to match. His hair was slightly tussled, proving that he hadn’t even bothered to comb it yet. 

“Morning, sir.” You murmured, subconsciously pulling the sheets around your barely-dressed figure. After you learned that you couldn't go home, the man wasted no time declaring that you’d be staying with him. 

“You don’t have to call me that anymore,” He commented as he padded into the room. You just then noticed the two mugs filled with steaming coffee in his grasp.

“Habit.” You felt the heat rise to your cheeks as he handed you one of the mugs. You gently scooped it into your hands, eager to sip the warm liquid and hide your embarrassment.

His ungloved hand rose up to your cheek after you had lowered the mug, cupping your face. “I've arranged a trip to your apartment.” The man spoke softly, “You can pick up what you need; clothes and personal items.”

Blinking, you furrowed your brow in confusion, “I thought it was unsafe?” 

The man sighed, pulling away and treading towards the closet. This decision clearly wasn't easy on him, his body language becoming defensive just before he disappeared into the walk-in. It took a moment, but when he stepped out, he had an entire outfit in his grasp, but it wasn't for him, it was for you.

“I'm sending you with Mayfeld and a few of my other guys.” He spoke, handing you the articles. His eyes couldn't help but stare as you quickly exited the safety of the sheets, exposing your chest for mere moments before you pulled the top on. 

“Why aren't you coming?” You then asked, grabbing the bottoms. 

“I have business at the docks.” It was a simple lie, but he knew it was better than telling you the truth. He isn't going to the docks, but instead he’s actually going to execute his plan to blow up Moff’s building on the edge of Nevarro; The plan he had discussed with Greef Karga weeks ago.

He knew it needed to be done, but he also needed to know that you're going to be safe and far away at the same time. He trusts Mayfeld to make sure you remain unscathed.

“Okay.” You nodded, grabbing the coffee you had set down.

He stepped closer to your figure once more, free hand wrapping around your waist. You could smell his aftershave hidden behind the mask, mixed with the coffees in your grasp, the scents intoxicating your senses. 

“I’ll miss you today.” You murmured into his neck. He responded with a low hum, grip tightening around your waist. 

You really are going to miss The Mandalorian. The thought of going to your apartment without him by your side was gut-turning. The anxiety filling your veins at the thought was also causing your stomach to twist. 

“Hey,” The man's quiet call for attention prompted you to move your head from resting in the crook of his neck, eyes greeting shyly, “I'll miss you too, Cyar'ika.”

You bit your lip, cheeks warming up at the endearment. You then frowned, your free hand raising up to cup his face over the mask “I wish I had a cute pet name to call you. I don't even know your actual name.”

His eyes searched your own. You could see his thoughts rushing behind them, wishing desperately to know what he was thinking. Out of the corner of your eye, his hand raised behind his head. The gray mask that covered everything below the bridge of his nose began to shift before he pulled it off, revealing the rest of his face. Your mouth parted as you gasped, eyes widening. 

He was attractive, and it made your core and stomach clench tightly. 

His brows were furrowed so tight, a wrinkle had formed between them. His eyes, dark and broody, stared directly into your own. He had a soft, curved nose, while his lips sat tight lipped. You noted he had stubble, not too long, but enough to be noticeable. His face also donned a few small scars; no doubt from his past. He had his guard up by the obvious frown indented in his expression, clearly worried about whatever your reaction will be. 

“My name is Din. Din Djarin.”  

 Your heart raced at his confession, something so intimate and personal he’s probably hardly admitted to a handful of people, “Din,” You repeated, his name leaving your lips, “It's so wonderful to meet you.”

The man’s grim expression softened at the sound of his name. It was the first time you'd seen him don something else rather than a straight, angry brow. You wasted no time pulling your heads together into a firm, eager kiss. Taking the opportunity to place your hand along the side of his bare cheek, you enjoyed the scratch of his facial hair both on your palm and chin.

Din deepened the kiss, one hand moving from your waist down to your ass and groping the clothed flesh generously. You couldn't stop a soft moan from escaping, caressing the man's lips. He let out a soft groan in return, before pulling away. 

“The boy is waiting for us in the kitchen with the nanny. I had the chef make breakfast.” He grunted, “Or else I'd fuck you until you can't walk.”

“Rain check,” You quickly spoke with a nod, feeling your core throb at the mention. Din smirked, agreeing to your offer before treading over to where he had set his mask, and tying it back on. 

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Trailing timidly behind Din, you could hear the voices of the nanny and Grogu coming from down the hall. The sound of the boy laughing melted your heart, but you still couldn’t help the nerves from rushing through. This will be your first time meeting him while he’s awake. When you and Din returned from the club last night, he had already been put to bed.

You aren’t motherly by any means, being raised an only child with no family nearby, but children have always had a soft spot in your heart. If you hadn’t dropped out of college due to your parents’ death, you probably would’ve become an adolescent therapist. 

“And syrup for the growing boy!” The nanny exclaimed, just as the two of you entered the space. Grogu sat at the kitchen island, knees tucked under himself as he balanced on the barstool. He giggled excitedly, eyes wide as the woman poured a small amount of the sticky substance onto a plate of pancakes.

“Peli,” Din spoke just as the woman set down the syrup, prompting her to lift her head. She was small in stature, with a curly mop atop her head. She wore a very bland, monochrome outfit, smudged with stains from Grogu’s fingers. Wrinkles donned her skin, but she still acted and seemed young at heart.

“Good morning, Boss!” The woman smiled wide. Her eyes then shifted to you, a smug grin growing across her expression, “And to you, the woman I heard through the walls last night.”

Heat filled your cheeks as your eyes widened, quickly dropping your head out of embarrassment. You subconsciously stepped further behind the man next to you, desperate to hide from Peli. When you and Din returned home last night, you wasted no time fucking on nearly every surface in his bedroom.

“Sorry dear, I don’t have a filter.” She then spoke with a light chuckle, beginning to cut the pancakes into small bite size pieces for Grogu. The boy sat eager, clapping his small hands in joy.

“It’s true, and it’s a pain in my ass.” Din chimed in, stepping away from your side and approaching his son. He ran his fingers through Grogu’s hair, pulling him into his chest for a quick hug. However, the child was too distracted by the sugary breakfast Peli was preparing to pay any attention to his father.

“You love it, or else you would’ve fired me a long time ago.” Peli teased, stabbing a small piece of pancake onto a fork and handing it to Grogu.

“How long have you worked for him?” You questioned, looking at the woman. 

“Oh Maker, longer than I can recall. Before this little monkey came along,” The woman gestured towards the boy eating his pancakes, “I was his mechanic.”

You blinked, a little bit shocked. You never would've guessed.

“Best mechanic I had.” Din commented, sipping his cup of coffee. ‘Mouthy, and pricey, but she could fix anything.”

“Pricey because every car you brought me was filled with bullet holes!” The woman exclaimed playfully, “But, I quit after he adopted Grogu. I fell in love with the kid.” Her eyes shifted to the child who seemed oblivious to the adults around him, a soft expression covering her face. 

You followed her gaze to the child, watching him eat. You wondered why he seemed so quiet, except for laughter and other sounds of glee. Besides that, he hasn’t spoken at all. You have no doubt that the child has trauma from his past, which is now manifesting in signs of detachment and muteness. 

“Pancakes?” Din’s voice pulled you away from staring at Grogu. You turned, eyes first meeting the sight of a plate with two pancakes before raising to see Din extending the plate out to you.

“Oh, thank you.” You murmured, quickly grasping the dish. Before you turned to go sit at the table, you bit your lip while glancing at Grogu one more time.

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Mayfeld was silent as he drove you and three other lackeys across the neighborhood to your apartment. You sat in the first row of backseats, while two of the men sat behind you. Mayfeld and the last guy were in the front. 

The radio hadn't been turned on, leaving the SUV silent save for sounds of the city outside and rattle of the engine. It sent an anxious feeling rushing through your veins. This is your first outing without Din by your side, and leaving him this morning after breakfast wasn’t easy, despite the constant reassurance as he escorted you to the vehicle.

Sometimes you wish you hadn't accepted that promotion. But how were you supposed to know that this would happen? That your boss would fall in love, dragging you into the criminal underworld, simultaneously causing you to form a mild case of Stockholm Syndrome.

When you're with Din, it feels like there's a fog surrounding you. But it's not scary, it's more-so comforting; like an illusionary escape from reality. You forget about your debt, your parents, and all other burdens that weigh down on your shoulders.

You can't always be by his side though, and that's when you feel the most queasy; When the fog lifts to reveal the truth of the situation you’re in.

You moved your gaze from the window to the back of Mayfeld’s head. With your position in the vehicle being behind the passenger seat, you could see more of the side of his face. He had a few light scars, but none quite noticeable like Boba Fett’s. 

“How long have you worked for The Mandalorian?” You suddenly questioned, feeling the urge to fill the silence. Plus, you wanted to get to know more about the man. If you’re stuck in this life for good, might as well become close with the man Din trusted the most. Mayfeld let out a snort, your eyes meeting in the windshield's rear view mirror. 

“A long time.” He paused, pulling a cigarette out from behind his ear before lighting it. He took a long drag before continuing, “I used to run with another crowd. Mercenaries.” 

“Oh? ” You murmured, brow raising.

“It was all fun and games until my squad got hired by an anonymous client to kill The Mandalorian. The Cantina had just opened, and he was makin’ good money. Older mob bosses weren't happy that a new, young one was doing so well, taking their business.”

“W-What happened?”

“He killed my team.” Mayfeld shrugged, ashing the cigarette into an empty, plastic gas station mug sitting in the cup holder, “Never seen such an animalistic, murderous look in someone's eye before.” 

You felt a chill rush down your spine, causing you to shiver and swallow thickly. The man has kept his past vague, giving you as little insight as possible. You couldn't blame him though, not when it contained stories such as this one

Mayfeld’s eyes met your own once more through the rearview mirror, “He spared me, only because I begged for my life.” 

“Maker.” Was all you could answer. No string of words could convey how you truly felt. You still have a lot to learn about the man who claimed you to be his. You have baggage, but it seems that Din has much more. 

“He gave me a job at the club afterwards. I started as a janitor and worked my way up to being his number two.” He took another drag of the cigarette, “Did a lot of shit to please him. Including breaking into my former employers base, and murdering everyone inside. People I'd known for years. It was a true show of my loyalty.”

“Mando loves putting people to the test.” The Lackey in the passenger seat chuckled, his voice slightly squeaky. The man hadn’t ever bothered to introduce himself, but you’ve seen him around the club. He was on the heavier side, with a round chubby face. He was also bald, and had no facial hair.

“Shut up Mythrol.” Mayfeld smacked the guy's arm, causing him to frown and rub the spot tenderly.

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The apartment was dark and cold when you opened the front door. Dim lighting from the hallway shined into the entryway while you stepped inside, the four men following behind.

A sigh left your lips as you walked further in, flipping on the lights and dropping your keys into a bowl. A routine you did every time you have stepped through that door for the past year. Looking around, everything seemed the same as how you left it just the other night; despite a chill in the air and a thin layer of dust.

The radiator has been a problem since your parents started renting the place over thirty years ago; only turning on when you sit and coax it to life. Your dad fiddled with it for years trying to fix it; every fall when the mornings began to leave frost on the windows. 

“Nice place.” Mayfeld commented, coming up behind you and entering the living room. You watched as his body approached the mantle, looking at the pictures of your family no doubt. 

“It was.” You murmured.

“These your folks?” The bald man then questioned, holding up a picture of just the two of them. He knew who they were, putting the connection together when digging into your past for The Mandalorian. He also saw them amongst the civilians dead. 

“Uh, yes.” You frowned, walking over and grabbing the frame from his grasp. 

“They live outta state, or?” Mayfeld pried even though he knows they're dead, watching your figure step away and fall onto the small loveseat couch. Playing dumb was the best way he learned to survive in this business. 

Your eyes were concentrated on the photo as you answered, “No. They passed away a year ago.” 

They were so young in the photo, around your age. Your mother sat in your fathers lap, arm tossed around his shoulder. She had a lit cigarette in her other hand. Your father’s grin was wide as one arm was wrapped around your mothers waist, holding a plate of food in the other. That image had been taken at your grandmother's sixty-fourth birthday party, two years after you were born.

“Sorry to hear that.” The man answered, breaking your attention away from the frame.  It was the typical pity everyone responded with. hearing it held no meaning, nor gave you any comfort. 

You shrugged while standing back up, putting the frame back onto the mantle, eyes meeting those of Mayfeld, “Life happens.” 

His eyes followed your figure as you quickly flipped on your heel towards a hallway closet, watching as you opened the door and grabbed a large duffel bag. You were clearly avoiding the emotion that had come up.

Honestly, since their death, it's what you do. Initially you scream-cried for days after learning of the news. But it's just easier to go numb and change the subject now. You know you need to embrace the emotion and coach yourself through it. Hell, you went to school for it. But you just can’t, no matter how hard you try.

Mayfeld felt hesitant before opening his mouth to speak, watching your back, “I lost my parents young too.”

Furrowing your brow, you closed the closet door and slowly turned around, intrigued as to what he was going to say. He stood in the same spot, but he had turned and was looking out the window to the street below.

“Couple of spice addicts killed them in the alley next to our apartment. Scumbags were looking for cash.” He added, voice monotone, but you could feel the emotion, “I was fourteen.”

“Maker, I'm so sorry.” You responded, face twisting in sorrow.

“Listen kid,” He spoke softly, looking away from the window and back towards you. The barrier of the tough guy had lowered to reveal a soft side, “You'll mourn them forever. But, don't let that stop you from living. Plus, Boss is going to take great care of you.”

“I won't.” You murmured, face heating at the mention of Din, before clearing your throat, “I'd better pack my stuff.” You then spoke, gesturing to the door to your bedroom.

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[iwishtobeastorm]

Cabur - Chapter 3

Alpha!Din Djarin/Omega!F!Reader

A/N: Hey babes! So, I've finally finished this chapter, I hope you'll like it. Please don't murder me for how long it is, I just couldn't control myself, I'm sorry. As always, let me know what you think! I luv uuuu 

Warnings: jealous Din hihi, matchmaker Omera (my favorite Omera)

Masterlist | Chapter 4 

Hardest week in your life. A living hell. An infinite misery. A nightmare. That's how you could describe your last heat.

Seven days of you squirming in the bed, rolling from side to side in the burning sheets, sleepless, exhausted and so so alone. You've never been hurting so bad in your whole life, no heat you've ever experienced before was this awful, this strong. And you knew too well why.

It was because of him. Because his Alpha lures in your Omega, because something pulls you to him like a magnet, because you got so used to his presence you feel like someone teared off a part of you when he's not with you. Because his presence created this illusion your Omega fell for instantly, that he might be something close to your mate, even thought it's not true. He left you here, he left you alone, because he doesn't want you, because he doesn't really care. And there's nothing you could do about it.

Omera kept taking care of you the whole time. She was the only person you allowed in the house during the whole time. She brought you food, bathed you, brought you clean sheets and cleaned up the mess you've managed to make. She also checked your health condition every single time she visited you, knowing well how hard this is for you especially when you wanted Din by your side and he refused. She comforted you while you cried in the moments of clarity and she made sure you had privacy when your heat reached its worst peaks. Just like your mother always did.

Little do you know that she talked to Din every single night through the com he initially gave her to contact him if anything went wrong. She was trying to persuade him to come back and spend at least half of your heat with you but he declined. He made sure he took enough bounties to keep him busy for almost two weeks.

Omera wished she could do more. More to ease the turmoil of your poor soul, more to ease your pain, both physical and mental but she couldn't. It was tearing her heart apart when she sat in your nest with you many times, your whole body curled up to ease the cramps, your head in her lap as you cried silently, while pouring your aching heart out to her. She wished she could drag Din back to you by the stupid scruffy cape of his and smack him with his riffle until he would finally realize what he's doing to both of you.

The last two days of your heat were more bearable. You even spent a few hours each day outside, talking to the kids or the elders in the village. It truly felt like home but you missed Din and the baby.

It took you about two more days to recover fully, before you were back to your usual self completely. You even began to participate in the daily life of the villagers. You took care of their kids just as you did at your village and you made a couple new friends. You learned more about the community and the lifestyle and you took a liking to all of that. But it couldn't overshadow the fact an hour didn't pass without you thinking about Din and the baby, about where they were now or when they were coming back. Omera refused to tell you. You thought she wanted to surprise you but the truth was she didn't know. Din wasn't able to tell her for sure, even though the amount of bounties he collected outnumbered those he had left to hunt down a long time ago. By now he was just hesitant to return to you, afraid to face his own regrets and fears.

He eventually decided to come even sooner than he wanted at first, mostly because of the baby. He was so restless and fussy without you. Din had never seen him like that. He wouldn't fall asleep until Din wrapped him in one of your old dresses, that still smelled like you, wouldn't eat without Din playing all those games you usually do with him - like pretending the spoon was a spaceship. He needed you more than Din did, even though that was debatable.

And so after two long weeks away, the Razor Crest lands on Sorgan again.

You're playing with the children by the river behind the village, building small houses for the dolls you've made for them with your new friend, Kaya. You collected some branches and rocks and you've made your own little village. It keeps the children busy and it'll give them more than one practical skill for life, which is always a win-win for you.

You're just finishing the doll you've been working on for about a week now, when you hear loud voices and cheering from the village. Even the kids notice, looking at you curiously, waiting for an explanation. Before you can do anything, your other friend, Zay, appears by the river, getting there from the direction of the village, panting from the running, his full cheeks flushed red. You look at him with silent question written in your eyes and he takes a deep breath before blurting out:

"The Mandalorian is back."

The kids start cheering, all of them immediately running past Zay to the village to greet their favorite knight and his child, and you don't wait a second before doing the same.

The closer you get the more you recognize the crowd that gathered around them.

When you get close enough, you can see Din talking to Omera, the baby in his arms, waving his little hands in the air. All that sadness and all that pain you've felt through the last two weeks seem to turn into ether, because all that matters now is, that they're back and hopefully, they won't leave you alone ever again.

You manage to make your way through the crowd, until you stand face to face with Din. Silence captures the whole space as everyone anticipates what's gonna happen. The villagers kind of know how the things are between you and Din and as Kaya told you, they began to make bets about how soon will the two of you finally get together. It made you flustered but it also kind of fed your hopes. If other people can see it, maybe Din will as well.

You stop in your tracks and you stare at Din, your chest raising and falling rapidly, your cheeks burning and it's not just from the running as your heart flutters in your chest, the sight of him and the realization he's finally back are making you euphoric.

The Mandalorian lost his breath the moment you stood in front of him. The light pink dress you wear are perfectly hugging your figure, accentuating your curves and making your skin look radiant. Your hair are reaching your back loosely, framing your pretty face. Your eyes are shining, looking at Din almost piously, which tugs on his heart more than he's willing to admit. You're just as beautiful as he remembers you and he has no idea what to do, what to say, how to make it up to you after all he's done, after all the pain he caused both you and the little one and so he stays quiet.

Lucky for both of you, the child saves the awkward moment by cooing loudly and raising his arms to be held by you. You take him without hesitation, pulling him as close as possible without hurting him anyhow and you pepper his face with kisses, murmuring to him about how much you missed him. Zay and Omera do you a favor and persuade the villagers to give you and Din more space, because they know you will need it.

When it's just the two of you, you take a small step towards Din and then another, until there's not much space dividing you. Just then you look up at him and you can't help but smile softly.

"Hi there," you murmur and Din's sure you'll never know how much he wanted to kiss you in this particular moment.

"Hey," he says, his voice so quiet the vocoder of his helmet almost doesn't pick it up.

"So- did you enjoy your time without me?" You ask and Din recognizes you're teasing him, the tension in his body and the heavy feeling on his chest start to disappear when he realizes what that means. You're in a good mood. You're not angry. That's an amazing place where to start.

"Not really. The womp rat was crazy without you," he states and you chuckle, cupping the baby's cheek and pressing your forehead against his.

"Is that true, darling?" You look into his big brown eyes and he rests his tiny hands on the sides of your face, cooing.

"Really? I'll tell you a secret. I was going crazy without you too," you say and the baby giggles. You press him against your chest, letting him nuzzle his face against your scent gland, your body immediately letting out calming pheromones for the child. Din could cry at the sight of the two of you, his Alpha screaming at him to claim you.

"And what about him, huh? Did papa go crazy?" You whisper to the baby and he coos, looking at Din from undreneath your chin, making smile tug on his lips.

"I thought he's gonna be insufferable," you say, scratching the baby's back. Din chuckles, resting his hands on his waist like he sometimes does.

"How are you, cyar'ika? Is- is everything alright?" He asks hesitantly. You've been waiting for him to ask.

"It- it wasn't always easy, but Omera really helped me. I feel well now," you say. Once again there's not even a hint in your tone, your words or your expression that you're blaming Din, that you're angry at him for the decision he made. You are looking at him the way you always do, the way that makes him feel like he's the only man that exists. You're too good.

"I'm sorry I left you alone," he lets out, clenching his jaw to prevent getting too emotional.

"It's okay, I understand," you say and Din lets out relieved sigh. Of course, you do. You always do.

But actually you don't. I mean you for sure think you understand, but for you the reason he left you here alone is that he simply doesn't love you, that he doesn't care about you the way you care about him. He doesn't want you to be his mate, he's just simply not interested.

Does it hurt?

More than anything.

But is there anything you can do?

No.

You can just hope all the feelings you have for your Mandalorian will one day vanish.

"Omera told me you've settled here pretty well," he states and you smile softly at that.

"It reminds me a lot of my home here," you explain and suddenly you remember the doll you've been working on and you take it out of the pocket of your dress. You've meant to give it to the baby once he comes back with Din. It's a figure of a Mandalorian, maybe a bit too similar to the one standing in front of you but you're sure no one will notice.

But Din does. Once he registers what is it in your hand that you are giving to the baby, he feels his heart doing a little flip in his chest. You've made a figure of him for the baby. He freaking abandons you on a foreign planet when you're at your most vulnerable and you make a doll of him for his foundling. He doesn't deserve you.

The baby immediately takes the doll from your hands, pulling away from your neck and bringing the little Mandalorian closer to take a good look at him, grin appearing on his face once he realizes what you gave to him and then he's showing it proudly to his father, cooing loudly.

"I've been making dolls for the kids here and I couldn't leave him out," you explain, your gaze lingering on the baby, your smile widening at how excited the child looks now. You take such a good care of him, better than Din could ever imagine.

"You'll spoil him, mesh'la," he says and you look at him with a grin.

"Let me spoil him then," you respond, kissing the baby's temple. You've missed him so much. Sleeping without his little form pressed against yours somehow felt wrong and unnatural and it made it hard for you to fall asleep even after your heat passed.

"How long will we stay here?" You ask, knowing Din doesn't really like to dwell on one place for more than necessary.

"We should set off tomorrow," he states and you nod.

"Omera assigned a house to me for my stay. You two could stay there with me, if you want to," you offer, hoping Din will agree to it.

"We will, cyar'ika. If that's okay with you," he responds and you grin, nodding.

"Follow me then."

You're preparing a small snack for you, the baby and Din, while you watch through the window as Winta plays with your little one outside the house, small smile on your face.

Din took a seat at the table, silently admiring you while you work. He offered to give you a helping hand, he's a master at preparing snacks, but you wanted to do it yourself. Din secretly wishes that's a sign your Omega wants to provide for his Alpha and your ad'ika, but there's no way to prove it. Maybe it's just your kindness.

He watches your gentle movements, the way you cut the vegetables a bit clumsily, the way you always wipe your hands on the apron you wrapped around your waist, he watches you as you hum some unknown melody under your breath, swinging your hips just a bit to the rhythm of it, the way you move through the space so naturally, making Din feel like the whole room got brighter than ever just by your bare presence. You might be the light of his life after all.

Just as you're about to cut the bread too, there's a knock on the outer wall and so you turn around to face it, Din's  head tilting its way as well.

"Can I come in?" There's a low male voice reaching your ears and Din watches a smile form at your lips. He unintentionally clenches his fists underneath the table, his Alpha not really comfortable with another man in the house with you.

"Sure. I'm just preparing some snacks," you respond and soon there's a tall young man appearing in the room. He smiles at you while sending a respectful nod Din's way and he reciprocates it, even though the scent of the other man is uncomfortably stinging in his nose, irritating him. An Alpha. It makes Din's blood boil, slowly but surely.

"It won't be long. I just came to invite you both to come to the celebration we've prepared for the Mandalorian's return," the man says and you beam up at him.

"We will come for sure. Thank you so much for letting us know," you say and Din can smell the pure happiness in your scent. He's not sure if it's because of the celebration or because of the stranger in your house and that makes him nervous.

"It's nothing. Omera was busy with preparations so she sent me. I should probably get going to help them too," the boy scratches the back of his neck.

"Oh, should I help as well? I- I'll just finish the snacks and I can be there in a few minutes," you offer and the man grins.

"That would be nice, (Y/N)," he states, making your smile widen. Din grits his teeth.

"See you there then, Bri," you say, following the boy all the way to the door where he says his goodbyes to you too.

You return to the kitchen, humming another unknown melody, soft smile still on your lips. You go back to preparing the snacks as if nothing really happened and Din feels like a volcano right before exploding.

"Your new friend?" He asks, trying to scold his voice to sound nonchalant.

"Yeah. He's really nice. He has a younger sister that I babysat while he worked at the krill farm. I think you'll like him. He's not really talkative, but he's really kind," you say and Din feels fed up with all the praises you let out about the other Alpha.

"He seemed talkative to me," he states, looking down at his still clenched fists and so he doesn't notice the way you glance at him over your shoulder.

"He was just being polite," you murmur, finally finishing the snacks. You put Din's on a plate before you lean out of the window, calling at Winta to bring in the baby.

Din watches your body bend over the kitchen counter, your ass being outlined now more prominently. He finds himself wishing he could come up to you, grasp your wide hips with his hands and press himself against you. He would roll your pretty skirt up around your waist, revealing your round cheeks, that he would gladly squeeze with his hands before leaning down to you, to whisper all the filth that ever went through his head because of you, how pretty you are, how kind, how amazing, how he can't get enough of you. He would claim you right there, pushing his cock into your heat, wrapping his body around yours and letting you cry out loudly while he'd pound into you from behind. Your moans and whimpers would let everyone know how good he can make you feel, how good you're making him feel, what a perfect little Omega you're being for him, his Omega, his, his, his.

But that's just another fantasy of his, one of the inappropriate ones and so he pushes those thoughts away as the kids enter the house. Winta smiles at him, before she heads to you. She hands you the little one and you immediately press him against your chest, giving Winta a portion of the snack you prepared, before you approach Din with a plate for him too, smile playing on your lips.

"Thank you, mesh'la," he clears his throat and you nod softly.

"I bet you didn't eat enough while I was away," you murmur, returning to the counter with the little one, to grab the soup you prepared for him. His favorite. Lots of meat and not enough vegetables for your liking, but that's how the baby loves it.

He coos excitedly at the smell and tries to snatch the bowl from you, but you adjust him in your arms to not let him until he's sitting at the table in the wooden highchair.

Din's eyes follow you through your every step, every movement, his mind replaying your words again and again. You really want to provide for him. Maybe you don't realize it, but you do. It makes his heart too warm.

"Enjoy your meals, I- I'll help with the preparations. You can have a nap later, if Winta would be so kind and played with the little one for a bit longer," you run your fingers through the girl's hair with small smile on your lips and she beams up at you, nodding, while Din feels his blood boiling again.

"You won't eat?" He asks, trying to not let you know what's actually going through his head just at the mere thought of you being there without him, with another Alpha. You even skipped your meal for him.

Din's mind is a mess. It's a cacophony of his want and affection for you mixed with all that jealousy and fear of leaving you alone once it's safe to be in your presence again.

"I'm not hungry. I- I just want to help," you murmur and your eyes are so sincere, that Din's heart almost aches. He gives you a little nod and before he knows it, you kiss the baby's forehead and you're out of the building, leaving him alone with the two kids and the little sandwich cut in the shape of a heart laying on the plate in front of him.

All of your excitement that Din mistaken for your fondness of the other Alpha, Bri, is actually connected to the promise Omera made you. She told you about her plan to prepare the celebration once Din comes back and she told you she has a gift for you as a thank you for your work at the village, which you initially refused to accept, but Omera was insistent. It turned out to be one of the prettiest dress you've ever seen. Apparently Kaya made them for you with a little help of one of the elders. Omera told you to wear them for the celebration and asked Kaya to do your hair for you, to make you the best version of yourself.

It's all part of Omera's secret plan how to make Din finally do something about the two of you. Sending Bri to invite you was just the first step.

You head to Kaya's house as Omera instructed you. You knock on the door and soon the melodic voice of your new friend reaches you, asking you to come in.

She comes to greet you, giving you a tight hug.

"How do you feel?" She asks as she leads you inside, smiling.

"Good. Very good actually," you grin, accepting her offer to sit down at the table in her kitchen. Her scent envelopes you, putting you at ease. It's like lemons and honey, warm and brisk.

"Your Mandalorian is back so there's no wonder," she teases, making your cheeks burn.

"Uhm- yeah. Did you meet him already?" You ask, looking at her as she starts preparing your favorite tea. You've spent enough afternoons with Kaya like this for her to act without even asking you. The familiarity feels nice.

"Many times. He's returtning here from time to time. Everybody loves him and Cara here," she states and you grin at the mention of the ex shock-trooper.

"I didn't know you are familiar with Cara too," you smile and Kaya smirks.

"Maybe more than you can imagine," she muses and you raise your eyebrows at her, giving her a curious look, even though you know too well what's your Omega friend talking about.

"Interesting," you murmur when she doesn't comment on the topic anymore.

Kaya brings the cup of tea to you and stands behind you, running her hand through your hair softly.

"Well, Omera tasked me with doing your hair. I have quite an idea about what I want to do. Do I have your full trust?" She asks, her hands coming to rest on your shoulders. You nod, already excited to see how's it gonna turn out.

"Let me surprise you then."

Din tried. He really really tried to take the nap you talked about but he kept tossing and turning in the sheets, thinking about you and the other Alpha. Not even your sweet scent that literally soaked through the comforter couldn't calm him down. And so eventually he gave up and putted his armor back on, before heading out.

He passes by the children playing with the dolls you've made, his heart thrumming faster in his chest at your everpresent kindness. He approaches the group of villagers preparing a bonfire for the upcoming evening, asking about you and Omera. They send him to search for the two of you at Omera's house, where the food is being prepared and so he thanks them with a nod and heads there.

Omera's in the kitchen, surrounded by maybe five other women and girls, Betas and Omegas, but none of them are you, which makes Din's nervousness grow, his veins burning.

"Where's (Y/N)?" He asks when Omera glances at him with a smile.

"I'm not sure. Why?" She asks, putting the pie on the counter, acting as if nothing was really going on, which is not really helping Din's inner struggle.

"She said she'll help you with preparations so I was hoping to find her here," he explains, keeping his tone calm.

"Well, she's probably out picking berries with others," Omera smiles at Din.

"Where?" He wants to know, clenching his fists at his sides in impatience. How could Omera let you leave the village without Din? Who's protecting you now? Bri?!

"I don't know for sure, Din. Maybe she's not there at all. Don't worry, (Y/N) is able to take care of herself on her own. Besides, I bet she's with Kaya, Zay and Bri, so there's no need to stress about her," she says, getting a taste of the sauce one of the girls has been preparing and she comments on lack of salt, her nonchalance driving Din crazy.

"If something happens to her-," he mumbles, cutting himself of when he realizes he's basically threatening his own friend.

"Nothing happened to her for the past two weeks. There's no reason why something should happen now," Omera states calmly, turning fully to Din finally, her comment making him clench his jaw.

"Why don't you sit down by the fire and wait? The celebration will start in a moment so she'll be back soon for sure," she says to him, trying to put him at ease, making him sigh. He eventually nods and hesitantly heads out of Omera house, his eyes scanning the area for any signs of your presence but he finds nothing. He would lie if he said he's not worried. It's getting dark already. Leaving you somewhere alone is dangerous. Anyone could show up and hurt you. Din would rather die than let them take you away from him. You and the baby are the only nice parts of his life, his redemption. He'd be lost without you.

He shakes those invasive thoughts away and decides to look for the baby before you appear, wanting to have at least one of you by his side, because that always makes him calmer. He circles the house you live in, but there's no one, neither Winta nor the baby.

But then Din's ears pick up a sound, full of happiness, excitement and life, a laughter. Yours and Winta's.

He follows it, until he finds himself standing in front of one of the houses. The door are open, which is like an invitation for Din to peak inside. But maybe he shouldn't, maybe you're there with the other Alpha. What if- no, no, definitely not. Winta wouldn't be there if you- Dank farrik.

Before Din is able to decide what to do, you're on the porch, the laughter dying on your lips as you stop in your tracks, when you register his presence.

Din's breathless. He's so lucky he's wearing the helmet that perfectly hides his awestruck expression.

You're so beautiful. You wear a white dress that perfectly hug your figure, accelerating your curves, making your skin look even more radiant. Your hair are braided around your head, creating a crown, small pink and purple flowers stuck in them. You look like the nature itself. Pure, gentle and mesmerizing.

"Oh, Din. There you are," you find your words first, smiling at him sweetly.

Before Din's able to say anything, Winta runs out of the house and bumps into you, the child in her arms, his hands extended forward, grabbing on your skirt now.

"The monster caught you!" Winta exclaims and you giggle, taking the kid into your arms and kissing his wrinkled forehead.

"Guess I've lost again," you murmur. Din feels like he's dreaming. You definitely look dreamy.

"What would you say to playing hide and seek after the dinner?" You turn to Winta, stroking her dark hair.

"Sure," she grins.

"Would you let other kids know, please?" You smile and she nods, squeezing baby's hand before running away to let her friends know about your plans for future.

When she's out of earshot, you turn to Din, who's been drinking in the sight of you like the finest spotchka.

You've never looked so beautiful. But he thinks that every time he sees you. You're too much for his old heart.

"I-I've been searching for you," he chokes out and your smile fades a bit. That's not what you've expected him to say. You hoped that maybe, just maybe he could compliment you this time. But it seems like there's nothing you could do to catch his interest. It makes you disappointed in yourself, but you decide to bury it deep, because you know Din might sense it in your scent otherwise.

"Oh, I- I've been with Kaya. She made these dress for me," you explain, doing a little spin to show him, holding the baby close, Din's heart jumping at the sight of you.

"They- they are pretty. You- you are," he says, scratching the back of his neck nervously, his cheeks burning. You look at him, surprised, as if no one ever told you that before.

"You think so?" You murmur, your cheeks warm.

"Yeah. Just- mesh'la," he states and you curve your brows in confusion.

"That's what it means?" You ask and Din wishes he could run away. You're too smart.

"Uh- yes," he nods, biting on the inner side of his cheek. The smile that spreads through your features is brighter than Tatooine suns and it warms Din heart more than anything ever did.

You rest the baby against your hip and you approach him step by step, until you stand about a feet away from him, your scent creeping in through his helmet, making his nerves tingle and his Alpha groan.

"I- I missed you while you were away, Din," you say, looking up at him with those pretty eyes of yours and he could faint.

"I missed you too, cyar'ika," he states and your smile grows a bit.

The child coos, raising his hand towards Din and so you let him take the little one and press him against his beskar covered chest. You look at the two of them with something so tender in your eyes, that makes Din want to say something really really stupid.

"I was worried you won't come back," you admit, worrying your lower lip between your teeth. Din's surprised by your words. How could you ever thought he'd be able to leave you?

"I'd never do that," he says, a hint of finality in his words, which reassures you.

"Din I- I have to tell you something," you start, but before you're able to say anything else and explain yourself, Kaya emerges from her house, wide smile on her lips.

"You two better hurry, the celebration is starting now," she states, tilting her head towards the bonfire, shining in the twilight of the late afternoon, the villagers already gathered around it.

"Sure," you smile at her and slowly follow her to the bonfire, grateful for the interruption. When you look at it now, it was stupid to want to confess to Din. Maybe this was a sign you shouldn't.

You feel his broad body behind you, like a shadow, the baby cooing in his arms. Kaya suddenly trails away to check out if her other friends are already by the bonfire too, leaving you and Din alone, which makes you anxious.

He catches up on you so you're now walking side by side and he clears his throat, your body stiffening in anticipation, your nervousness growing.

"What did you want to tell me, cyar'ika?" He asks, sensing the change in your scent, that confirms you want to share something very important.

"I- I- I don't know how to say it," you murmur, looking down at your bare feet, your hands tangled behind your back as you're trying to ease your panicking mind and find the words you are searching for.

"You know you don't have to be afraid to talk to me, right?" He says, trying to keep his tone as gentle as possible. You nod, biting on your lower lip.

Din's whole body is so tense, that you might thought he's actually a droid, not a person hidden behind the beskar armor.

He's afraid of what you're about to say, your nervousness making it even harder, since his Alpha keeps going crazy, begging Din to let him ease all your worries, to protect you and keep you safe. He's terrified. What if you want to stay here? What if you realized this Alpha, Bri, might be much better mate than Din could ever be? Would you leave him and the child for a life here?

Something in him screams no. That's not who you are. But could he blame you after all of what he's done?

He doesn't even know if you ever felt the same about him for Gods' sake. Even if you did, would he ever be able to let it out? To let you know what he truly feels? Would he be able to get over his worries and insecurities?

"I- I just wanted to tell you that I'm glad you're by my side. I can't imagine traveling with anyone else," you glance at him softly, small smile on your lips. It's not what you initially wanted to say, but it's a safe thing to say without having to lie to him.

It's too soon. Too soon to tell him the truth. Tell him how much you love him, how much you want him to be your mate. You've never met anyone like him. You know he's the right one. But you don't want to be the one confessing first. Not unless you have evident proof about his potential feelings for you. You don't want to mess it all up by pouring your heart out to him. What you two have, the partnership, is too precious to let your biology ruin it all.

"I'm glad to have you too, cyar'ika. We both are," he states and the little one coos as if to confirm his words, making you smile, your hand enveloping his.

You reach the crowd gathered around the bonfire like this, like a pretty little family. That's not what you really are, even though that's exactly what you want to be.

The older villagers sit on pelts or small blankets, all of them chatting, laughing and sharing meals that Omera prepared with the other girls. They all look so content and at peace that the homey atmosphere immediately puts you at ease, which calms Din as well.

There's a music playing, the melody so wild and rhythmic and freeing, making your toes curl as your body wishes to subdue to it and join the few young people dancing all together around the fire.

Gods seem to listen to you this time, because before you know it, there's a hand holding yours and you're dragged into the circle. You find out the one who took you there is Zay, flashing you a bright smile, before he turns his head forward to not bump into the girl holding his other hand. You try to follow their steps, laughter escaping you here and there when you either fail or succeed. Kaya soon joins, parting you and Zay.

"You're doing really well," she compliments, her voice louder than the music, otherwise you probably wouldn't hear her at all.

"Thank you," you grin.

It's so easy to laugh with Kaya by your side. She brings so much fun into the dancing, becoming the leading figure in the circle, adding steps and changing directions, making you all exchange positions, so you end up standing next to completely different people. You find so much delight in the dancing. You haven't been a part of something like this ever since you've left your village. It feels amazing.

Din found his place on one of the blankets, sitting down with the baby in his lap, his eyes not leaving you for a second. You fit here so well, even though you're standing out above all of them with your beauty and your grace. Your laughter makes Din's heart jump, your smile causes tingles in his chest, the swaying of your body fills him with want. He wishes he could be there and dance with you, share the pure joy that radiates off of you. But that's not where his place is. He should sit here like he does, with all the people his age and not even think about joining you, the younger generation. Just watching you brings him enough happiness anyways.

Until you end up standing next to Bri, you two exchanging small smiles, before the dancing continues. Din can't help but feel the stinging jealousy bloom in his chest, penetrating his heart mercilessly at the mere sight of the two of you together. He wishes you could be his mate, that he could have his mark on you, so everyone would know you're his and nobody would dare to even look your way. But these are nothing but wishes.

When the song is over, you let go of the people by your sides and you join them in the applause for those who play for you. You feel the bit of sweat that gathered on your back and your forehead and you wipe it away from your face, looking around to spot Din. You find him sitting on the blanket, Winta next to him, holding the baby in her arms, the two of them playing with the dolls you've made while it seems like she's talking to Din, his helmet facing her, so he doesn't even notice your lingering gaze.

You don't wait a second, before you head to them.

"Din, come! Come and dance," you're grinning at him, your hand gently grasping his and before he even knows what's going on, you're trying to get him to stand up, which is not really working.

"No, cyar'ika. I really shouldn't," he shakes his head and you stop with the tugging and you look at him with a pout.

"Please. I want to dance with you," you say, hoping your puppy eyes might help, but he shakes his head again, refusing your proposal.

"Why not?" You ask, kneeling down in front of him, completely ignoring the fact others began to dance without you as you are looking at him. The fire is mirroring on his armor, painting it all the pretty colors of orange, yellow and scarlet, except for the pitch black of his visor, that's now tilted towards you.

"I- I don't know how to dance," he admits and you smile softly.

"That's not a problem at all. I can teach you. What I know is not a lot but it should be enough," you offer, straightening up and extending your hand towards him once more in silent invitation.

"But not here," he states, raising his index finger at you, making you giggle.

"Of course," you smirk, accepting his condition if it means you get to dance with him.

"Would you watch the little one for us please?" You turn to Winta, who's smiling up at you, while the baby coos.

"We will, don't worry," Omera appears by your side with two bowls of food for the children, making you smile.

"Thank you," Din gives her a short nod when he stands up and Omera grins, returning the gesture. It seems like her plan works so far.

"Come on then," you murmur, grabbing Din's hand in yours and leading him away from the crowd, giggling. He trails behind you, indulging in your scent, the warmth of your hand that soaks through his glove and your excitement for something so small and simple like dancing with him. You really do enjoy his company, there's no second guessing about that.

You stop far enough from the crowd so they can't see you in the darkness but close enough to hear the music well. You turn to Din, smiling.

"We can start with something easy," you say and you make a step towards him, almost completely closing the gap between the two of you. You are closer than ever and your scent gets more intense, the combination making Din feel lightheaded.

"You put your hands on- on my waist, like this," you instruct, grabbing his hands gently and positioning them on the small of your back, before you rest your own on his shoulders, looking up at him with those pretty eyes of yours, his knees getting weak. The music changes, the melody slower now, calmer, more suiting for the dance you want to teach Din. You start rocking your hips into the rhythm, stepping from one leg to the other and leading Din to dance in this small circle. He's so stiff and tensed, making you want to soothe his uneasiness.

"It's easy, just follow my lead," you murmur, trying to let out calming pheromones to help him relax. His body slowly melts against yours, his hands pulling you just a little closer, which you gladly allow, your chest now meeting his, your eyes never leaving his visor. You feel etheral, your muscles turning into mush because of his brisk scent that's now more perceptible than ever, feeling like a cold supress on burning wound, like a balsam for your nerves and his warmth, that you can feel even through his leather gloves. You're getting lost in him completely.

"You finally relaxed," you murmur, smiling at your own words, making him chuckle.

"And you were quiet for more than two minutes. Impressive," he states and you laugh.

"Oh, stop it! You know I can stay quiet for quite a long time," you oppose.

"No, I don't," Din smirks underneath the helmet, when he notices the death glare you gave him.

"I'll be quiet now then," you state stubbornly, making him chuckle.

You two then move into the rhythm together in complete silence, your expression slowly turning from the feigned offended pout, to something much softer until there's a smile on your lips that makes Din's heart do crazy things. He's holding you so delicately, as if you were precious, while also keeping his grip strong enough to assure you stay pressed against his body. Your cheeks burn at the intimacy of the moment. You've never thought this will ever happen, that you'll be like this with Din. It feels so good. So natural. As if it was meant to be since the beginning.

You look up at him, finding his visor already tilted to allow him to gaze at you, your smile widening at that.

"I'm so glad you let me to teach you how to dance," you say, making him scoff.

"I'm glad too, mesh'la," he states, the petname making you bite on your lower lip, when you now know what it means.

"I could teach you more, if you want to," you offer.

"This is fine for now," he says, swiping his thumbs over your back in soothing circles, making your heart clench.

"Din I- I have to tell you something," you blurt out, making him stiffen in anticipation, his attention all yours.

"I know I probably shouldn't but- I- I really like you," you whisper. Your throat got so tight, that your voice wasn't able to make it and maybe that's good, because you might've start crying if it did. You know you're putting yourself out with this, you know you didn't want to be the one to confess but this, this whole thing, how good it feels, how right, it must mean something.

He stops, freezing to the ground, not even sound leaving him, making you immediately regret your decision.

"I- I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have. I- sorry," you apologize, tears rising in your eyes as the burning pain in your chest hits hard, your hands sliding from his shoulders as you're about to run away, the heaviness of the moment getting too much to bear for you, until his hands envelope yours, keeping you in the place.

"Cyar'ika, there's no need to apologize. I- I feel the same," he admits quietly, your eyes widening at his words. You can't believe it. You stare at him, unable to do anything, say anything. It feels as if everything you've ever considered to be reality just blended and the only thing left is you and Din, standing in the middle of the darkness, looking into each other's eyes, your hearts beating in sync. He feels the same.

You feel the same. You feel what he feels. Is that even possible? Could you, this sweet perfect Omega, ever feel something so tender to someone like him? Could Din ever get so lucky?

He slowly raises his hand to cup your cheek and only once he feels the warmth of your skin against the leather of his gloves he believes that this is true, that it's real. You close your eyes at his touch, melting against him, into him, smile appearing on your pretty lips. Din lowers his head until his forehead meets yours, you gasp at the contact of your burning skin with the cold beskar. A Keldabe kiss. His first and hopefully not his last. You don't know how much it means to him, you don't fully understand the weight of Din's gesture, but you still feel it's something special, something, that makes the moment fragile and so you raise your hands to rest them on the sides of his helmet, holding him close to keep him like that for as long as possible. Just you and him.

You're not sure who speaks first but-

"Alpha."

"Omega."

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Chapter 10: Battle

Pairing: Din (Mando) Djarin X Reader

Rating: 18+ (MINORS BEGONE!)

Word Count: 2.1K

Warnings: Cannon violence, decapitation, adult language, mentions of kidnapping, Proselytism, Chaotic energy, lots of sexual tension, smut, sexism, consumption of alcohol, talks of polyamory, talks of drugging, fucked traditions, allusions to smut.

Summary: You and the Mandalorian have a complicated history and your future just seems to get more complicated as you go along. No thanks to the strange alien baby you both ended up co-parenting.

The next morning when The child, Din, and I are all awake still silently brainstorming solutions. Cara pops her head through the door, “Everyone is gathered.” she announces, “This should be good.” I sigh while walking out with Mando. I cross my arms and stand off to the side as Din takes the lead. “Bad news, you can’t live here anymore.” He announces, “Dibu e Debu.” I scoff rolling my eyes. “Nice bedside manners.” Cara mutters, “Think you can do better?” Din grunts, “Well she can’t do much worse.” I quip. Din then takes a step back and makes room for Cara in front of the village, “I know this isn’t the news you wanted to hear, but there are no other options.” Cara explains. “But you took the job,” One of the men chides, “Yes, on the account none of us knew about the armored walker, something YOU so conveniently failed to mention.” I state coldly. The crowd gets into an up rawer and I press a hand to my head, “We have nowhere to go,” Omera cuts in, “Sure you do, this is a big planet. I mean I’ve seen a lot smaller.” Cara argues.

“My grandfather seeded these ponds! It took generations!” A man calls out, “I understand but there is only three of us.” Cara explains. I hum in thought, thinking over the math of this, I’m not exactly sure how many raiders there are, maybe it would be possible, but the walker still poses a very large problem. “No there's not, there’s at least twenty of us!” Another calls out, now there's an idea, I look over to Mando and clear my throat quietly. He looks over and I nod my head in their direction before shrugging my shoulders, Mando doesn’t move and I assume he’s thinking it over like I had. I vaguely listen to Cara continue to bicker with the villagers, but I keep my eyes on Mando who gives me a nod. “You cannot fight that thing!” Cara chides, “Unless, we show them how.” I chime in.

Cara looks over at me and I simply shrug, “I’m not just a babysitter you know.” I smirk. “Come on, Mando where did you set the weapons?” I question, Din kicks off the wall and starts to take the lead, “Anyone willing to fight, follow us.” I chime trailing behind Mando. Din takes us to the front of the village where our few crates of weapons sit from where they were pulled off from the cart when we first arrived. “Now as far as I’m aware we have two problems. The raiders and walker, machines aren’t really my forte, so I’ll volunteer to help lead the attack on the raiders. I assume you and miss Dune will handle the machine?” I question the two. Both Cara and Din nod their head, “Great, that means our job,” I pause to motion to the people, “Is to protect them while they handle it. I’m sure you're all keenly aware how dangerous they are. Miss Dune is a veteran, and I am an experienced fighter. We’re going to teach you how to fight and lay out a ground plan, please listen to us carefully, I’m sure I don’t have to warn you what could happen if you don’t and the plan goes sideways,” I explain sternly.

“There’s nothing on this planet that can damage the legs on that thing,” Cara informs, “Which means we’re building a trap.” I continue. “We’re going to dig real deep right here.” Cara explains pointing to the ponds behind us, “so that when it steps in,” I quip, “It drops.” Cara finishes. “And that’s where we come in.” I chime, “While Miss Dune and Mando deal with it we are going to hold down the fort.” I hum.

“Mando and Miss Dune are going to provoke them out of their camp and bring them to us, we need to be ready. We’re going to need a barricade along these edges,” I inform pointing to the edge of the village. “It needs to be high enough that they can’t get over and strong enough that they can’t get through. This will give us an opportunity to take them out, given that you're not experienced fighters and we want to avoid as much damage as possible. We are going to focus on long range attacks.” I explain. “So, who knows how to shoot?” Mando steps in, the people shuffle awkwardly, as Omera is the only one to raise her hand, “And uh, can anyone throw? Like maybe an axe?” I question, only one man raised his hand. Great looks like we’ve got our work cut out for us.

I look at the stack of axes and take one in my hand testing its weight before looking at the line of people. Most of them the woodcutters of the village. “You,” I point to the only man who raised his hand, “Show me how you throw.” I ordered. The man takes an ax from the pile, he takes a remarkably steady position before twisting his arm back and throwing the axe. It lands on the target not in the middle but I’m not looking for perfection. “That's good,” I nod, “Everyone else take note of his form, it’s important, a steady form will give you more force and a steady throw. I’m not expecting any of you to make a killing blow, what I will expect is that you at least wound them when you throw that axe.” I instruct.

I pull one of my blades from my sheath and flip it over to grip it by the blade. “When you get ready to throw your weapon. Do. Not. Hesitate. You won’t be able to throw a straight shot and you may end up hurting yourself, always follow through. Extend your arm all the way out.” I explain, throwing my blade and it lands in the perfect center of the target. “Show me your form.” I demand, the line of people instantly take their form, I walk down the line adjusting feet as I walk, “And relax.” I command. The people stand straight again, “Now position.” I call, all of them falling back into form. There are less mistakes this time, good. By the time everyone is ready to throw their axe, they need very little instruction, their forms are a natural guide to the throwing, the most they need at this point is a little bit of aiming practice.

While my people throw their axes I glance over to Din’s group, letting a low impressed whistle as Omera fires off a dozen shots damn near perfectly. Din’s head turns to me and I give him a firm nod before turning back to my group. “(Y/N)!” He yells, I turn back only to see a red blaze flying right at me, I draw my blade just in time to block it but it still grazes my arm. The villagers gasp as I let out a grunt, “I think you need a new teacher if this is how Mando is teaching.” I joke, the villagers seem to relax when I seem okay. But Din is smarter than that, he strides his way over and gently takes my arm, “You're not fighting.” He demands. I felt a spark of anger in my chest, “Bold of you to assume I’ll listen to you.” I mumble darkly. “You can watch over the kids, make sure they’re safe.” He offers, “If I wanted to be a fucking housewife Mando I would have stayed on my home planet.” I hiss, jerking away and marching to the barn to patch myself up.

By the time Mando and Cara are ready to start the plan my arm is patched and I make sure to avoid Din so he doesn’t make an attempt to convince me not to fight. I lick my lips watching Din and Omera talk softly, a shame he’s not fumbling over his words anymore, it was fun while it lasted. Cara seemed to interrupt them when she came to collect him, wordlessly I watched them make their way over to me. I feel Mando’s eyes on me, despite the fact I can’t see past the helmet. Mando stops walking when they make it to me, looking at me expectantly, I let out a sigh and tilt my head to the side. “Come back alive alright Mando.” I smirk, “Always.” He mumbles, I quirk my eyebrow at him as I notice him quoting me. I don’t get a chance to speak on it as he and Cara start off into the woods.

The sun soon goes down and darkness blankets over the sky, it wasn’t long before I hear an explosion go off and gun fire. “Doesn’t take long for you Mando does it?” I mumble to myself, just as the words left my mouth the armored man comes running out of the woods with Cara on his tail. I keep low as the thumping of the armored walker gets louder and louder. I glare at the ugly thing when it finally comes into sight, anticipation building with every step it takes, “Didu e Debu.” I grunt when it doesn’t take that last step. “Get down!” I hiss to the people around me when a flood light comes on, the people closest listen but two of the men are caught in the light before they can duck down. “Don’t. Move.” I call to them slowly, “Hold your positions!” Cara calls out. However, at her cue the raiders shout their own, I glare through the darkness seeing running shadows charging to us. “At the ready!” I call, “Open fire!” Cara announces.

Just like that the battle started, blasts of red are unleashed as the raiders charge closer to us. “Why isn’t that thing moving!” I growl dodging fire, “We need a new plan!” I call over to Cara and Mando. “I got one!” Cara calls back, I watch as Mando hands her a new weapon. “Then let's go!” I demand getting to my feet, “What the hell are you doing?” Mando snaps, “Being useful.” I hiss before standing. “Come on, I’ll make the way,” I order to Cara, she doesn’t question me as I draw my blades. I spin my blades, testing the weight before charging in, I slice one raider down as he comes at us, before blocking two shots. Cara dives for one of the ponds as I launch myself at another raider, sinking my blades through his armor. Pulling myself up I hiss when I feel something slice into me, I don’t think twice before twisting my blade back and stabbing. I turn my head to look at the raider, scoffing at the sight of the ugly Katoonian gasping from the blade I sunk into his lung.

I go deaf to the gun fire and yells, focusing on sinking my blades into anyone who comes at me, desperate to ignore the throbbing in my side. I swallow thickly as I thrust my blades into yet another raider, as he sinks to the ground as the armorer walker collabs into the pond a few feet away. My eyes go wide as it still fires off one of its guns, I trudge forward swinging my blades down onto the medal, my Beskar steel being stronger cuts the gun off. “Get down!” A modulated voice calls, I don’t get to react when I’m taken by my waist and pushed into a pond. Just as we hit the water the walker blows spewing fire and loose metal.

At the sight of the walker in flames, what's left of the raiders run back into the woods, leaving the village cheering in victory. “Was that the plan?” Mando questions, there’s a beat of silence used to catch our breath, “Something like that.” Cara laughs. “I didn’t expect the water to be this warm,” Cara mumbles, “Oh. That's my fault.” I muse a tad lucidly. “What the hell (y/n)!” Mando chides, “I didn’t take you for the pissing when scared type.” Cara snorts. “It’s not piss.” I hum, “I’m bleeding out.” I quip. I can vaguely see Cara’s eyes go wide. “Osik!” Din curses, a laugh rips from my throat despite the fact it hurts. “I broke my record though!” I cheer delusionaly, “Record of what? Being a moron?” Cara scoffs holding me up as Din climbs out of the water, “Something like that.” I mock as she lifts me up and into Din’s waiting arms. “Don’t be a smartass when you're dying.” Din grunts, “I’m not dying. It ain’t that deep.” I snort, “Uh huh,” he scoffs.

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[ecmlol]

So I love Din and omera but I keep thinking there is so much more to this . Like omega and her are one letter different. By the time she’s grown up she would be a good shot and pretty calm to a point under pressure. She gets the strong silent type( hunter). How old is omega suppose to be at this point 30 something? What about the whole getting a job dealing with water. Maybe it’s because a small part of her still misses kamino. May the the bad bath are all living someplace still working for cid and she was tired of the life and hooked up with some resistance fight that died in the battle of Endor or something. I don’t know but would that be interesting if mando runs across the bad bath and they make a joke about mando being their sister type. Then echo says omega and then tech corrects him and say omera she goes by omera now and mando just freezes. Then all the puzzle pieces fall in place boba the bad batch and omera are all clones !

[azertyrobaz]

Comfortember: Day#25 - Mental health

First it was Bo-Katan.

“You’re no use to us in this state, you need a break. Come back when you’re more rested.”

Then Cara.

“You need to take better care of yourself, man. You’re in pieces.”

Paz, with his usual tact.

“You look like shit, what happened to you?”

And even Peli.

“When was the last time you slept? You almost crashed your new ship, you idiot.”

So Din had started wondering if maybe they were all right. Maybe he did need to take a step back. And put himself first for once. But he’d never done that before. Sure, it would be nice to finally rest. To finally sleep. To finally stop his thoughts from circling over the same memory, over and over again. And he’d felt bad at first for caving in and deciding to spend time on Sorgan. Because he’d promised the boy they’d go back together, yes. But mostly because he didn’t think he deserved it.

Yet in the end, Omera was the only one capable of telling him exactly what he needed to hear, and broaching the subject no one had wanted to mention in his presence because they were too afraid of his reaction – and rightly so.

“You need to go see him, go see your son.”

“He’s where he needs to be,” he sighed. “He might not even remember me.”

“Of course he remembers you,” she quickly objected, her words piercing but her tone kind. “You can’t go on like this, and he can’t go on wondering where you are. Because I’m sure he misses you just as much as you miss him.”

“But what if – ” Din started, but couldn’t find the words – they just hurt too much.

“What if what?” Omera asked patiently, her hands running through his hair in the darkness of her bedroom. He could show her his face now, and he had, but he was glad they were having this conversation while remaining hidden – he didn’t have to pretend or mask his emotions, not right now. Not with her.

“What if he thinks I sent him away? What if he thinks I didn’t want him?”

“That’s why you need to go see him,” she reasoned, refusing to give him a sugarcoated response, which he could appreciate. “You need to prove to him that it wasn’t your intention, you need to show him you care, and I know you do.”

Din swallowed hard. Yeah, yeah, he really did.

“Children are usually very forgiving, much more than adults. Because if you don’t go,” she carried on, her tone turning lighter, “next time you’re here you’ll have to sleep in the barn again.”

Din smiled, welcoming the levity. “And it’s pretty cold this time of year.”

“Exactly,” Omera agreed.

That night, he slept. And the next morning, he was on his way to see his son again.

[wille-zarr]

The Mandalorian: “Kissing is Disgusting”

In Fields of White ~ Chapter Eight ~ “Kissing is Disgusting”

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pairing: din djarin (the mandalorian) x f!reader

warnings: rated M for language; angst; threats of violence; alcohol consumption

word count: 12.7k

chapter summary: after waving goodbye to life on arvala-7, you anxiously continue along your journey to nar shaddaa... but when tensions erupt and dangers arise, your bond with the mandalorian is put to the ultimate test.

story summary: fleeing from the life you wish more than anything to forget, you are left to navigate the galaxy alone as a wide-eyed wanderer. in the process of evading the dangers linked to your previous life, your destiny is forever altered when you cross paths with an intimidating mandalorian and his unusually gifted child.

a/n: fluff and angst awaits!

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In Fields of White

Chapter Eight: “Kissing is Disgusting”

Well, so much for promising yourself to behave around the Mandalorian… Only ten days since you were gutted like a colo claw fish, and you’re already back to flirting with a vengeance.

You will never learn, will you?

“Not bad, Ka’r’ika.”

You stare at the target, your brows creasing as you assess your hit.

“Not bad? Kriff it, Din! Look at that!” You fling your arm out in the direction of the target. “My vibroblade hit the inner target ring this time! Almost the bullseye!” You spin around, glaring daggers at him. “How about you give me just a little bit of positive praise for once?” You cross your arms tightly across your chest, a smirk tickling on your lips. “Or would that kill you?”

The Mandalorian tilts his head to the side, hooking two fingers in his belt as he stares over at you. “I did give you praise,” he grumbles through his vocoder. 

“Not bad? You call that praise?” You purse your lips, a smile threatening to break the character you were playing. “Din Djarin, have you ever taught anyone anything before? Positive praise is a crucial part of the learning process.” 

You bite the inside of your cheek to keep from laughing at the heavy, long-suffering sigh that slips beneath his helm. 

“Fine. You’re doing… okay.” His voice is dry, utterly unbothered by your grievances.

“Well, if I’m still not meeting the Mandalorian’s standards-” you march over to the target, yanking out your vibroblade from where it juts from the board- “you’ll just have to show me how to throw the blade again, step-by-step.” 

You casually stroll towards him, twirling the blade between your fingers. Flashing Din an impish grin, you hold your vibroblade out expectantly.

The Mandalorian sighs, heavy and tired. But you’ve spent enough time with him that you could now detect the jest, the amusement layered within his tone.

Spinning around to face the board, it takes every ounce of your willpower to keep from giggling like a schoolgirl as his hands curl around your shoulders, pulling you back against his chest. 

Maybe it was a tad conniving of you, but…

You’ve been, uh… faking bad throws… Lots of them.

In fact, you really didn’t require any training from the Mandalorian in vibroblade throwing. A few days prior, you took the initiative to do some independent practice. It only took a few initial swings, and your muscle memory kicked back in, each one of your throws hitting the bullseye, true and center.

But, well, let’s just say you have a reason- a good, though admittedly mischievous reason- for feigning incompetence at the moment… 

“Okay, Ka’r’ika-” Din’s gloved hand glides around your shoulder, gently inching its way down your right arm. He pauses at your wrist. “Relax this,” he rumbles right above your ear, his left hand lightly squeezing your shoulder. 

“And stop tensing.”

Oh, karking hells. You clench your teeth, trying to ignore how big and warm and close he is. How the kriff are you supposed to just not tense with the Mandalorian glued to the back of your body like a blasted Mynock? 

“Breathe.”

“I am breathing!” you squeak. Okay, maybe you had been holding your breath, but, again, he’s glued to your back like a Mynock leeching off electromagnetic energy. How the hell are you supposed to just blasted… breathe?

“Loosen your stance,” he whispers in your ear, releasing your wrist. He takes a step back, and you frown at the loss of his comforting- though admittedly distracting- presence.

You stare at the bullseye, letting your eyes drop-drop-drop down to the outer ring. 

There. 

Your target. With one last little smirk, you fling your arm back, shift your body weight forward, and give a sharp snap of the wrist.

Bang.

You hit exactly where you intended, the outer ring. Holy shavit, your dad would be proud! 

“Hell yeah!” 

You catch Din staring at you, head angled curiously at your elation over an apparently even worse throw than before. “Oh, um-” you shrug, flipping your grin for a scowl- “Din, I, uh, I’m just really bad at this. Please, let’s practice hand-to-hand defense now. I’ll have more use for that anyway.”

“No,” he grunts, stalking towards the target to yank your blade out. “You aren’t healed enough.”

“Come on, Din!” You drop down into a fighting stance as he slowly strides back towards you. “I am perfectly healed. Omera’s slathered me in enough bacta to heal a chopped-in-half dewback.” 

He moves closer, and you playfully reach out to slap the back of your hand against his Beskar-armored chest. 

“Come on, Mandalorian, what are you- WHU- HEY!”

He’s bent you over backwards, trapping you against his side with an arm wrapped around your waist.

“OOF! DIN!”

“This is what you wanted.”

“Let me go! I wasn’t ready!” 

“You weren’t?”

Stars, you hate that stupid smugness in his voice! You wiggle against his hold, but he only presses you tighter under his arm.

“Blast it, Din!” You fling out your hand, landing a sharp smack against his ass. “Let me go, you rusted tin can!”

He drops his hold, and you stumble out from under his arm. You promptly flip around, shooting daggers into his darkened visor. He just stares right back, resting both hands on his hips, all cool and calm against your fire.

You reach up, bunch your hat in your hand, and smack it down against your thigh. “Din Djarin!” you snap. “You take too much pleasure in dominating me!”

He does not answer. Just… stands there- his visor latched on you. 

You open your mouth to speak, but you slap it shut when he sharply angles his head to the side. “Ready to try the blade again?” His voice is gruffer than usual, gravelly. Deep and, blast it, okay! 

Fucking sexy.

You yank the hat back on your head, crossing your arms tightly across your chest. “Yeah, sure,” you mumble, averting your eyes from him. “And I will hit that karking bullseye.”

You will. Kriff it. You’re done playing your little flirtatious game for attention. It’s time to show the Mandalorian what you’ve been holding back. Make him bloody well proud of you…. Not that you care to make him proud or anything…

You dig the heel of your foot into the dirt, marking your distance from the target. “Watch and learn, Man-do.”

A hand slips under your arm, gripping your elbow from behind. “Relax this time,” Din rasps, low and deep, into your ear. He releases your elbow as swiftly as he had grabbed it. You swallow, ignoring the little lurch in your stomach.

Stars, this man is a menace.

You shake your head, trying to clear it of… uh, distraction. Sighing under your breath, you stare out at the target.

There.

The bullseye.

Pull back.

Aim.

Throw-

“Hello!”

“Pablo!” you yelp, watching as your vibroblade flings well above the target, missing the board altogether. “You absolute dune worm!” Spinning around, you stomp straight up to where Pablo stands a few feet behind Din. 

Pablo leaps back, hands forward in surrender. “Wait, what did I do?” He points a finger at himself.

“You-” you slap his hat back- “made me miss!”

With a sharp snort, he leans down to stare you directly in the eyes. “Maybe you just need more practice, sweetheart.”

“Oh, look who’s talking!” You push against his chest. “A man encased in carbonite until I saved-”

“Oh, here we go again! I told y-”

“Din kicked your ass.”

“I was distract-”

“Froze your ass.”

“He was lucky-”

“And I melted your ass.”

“Now look-” 

Pablo stills, slapping his mouth shut.

At the same time, a heavy shadow drapes over your body, cloaking you within a protective cocoon. You look to the right.

“Mando,” you smirk up at Din. “I’ve changed my mind. Teach me to use a staff. Then I can keep Pablo six feet away at all times.”

You hear a puff of modulated air. “As you please, Ka’r’ika.” The words are husky through his helmet’s vocoder. He hooks a finger in his belt. “But not until you’re completely healed.”

“Works for me,” you grin, letting your lazy outer rim accent slip forward. “Pablo, scram, blurg-brain. But get my blade first.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Pablo sighs, throwing you a half-hearted salute.

“You did well today.”

The grin on your face grows, practically ear-to-ear. You peek out from under your hat’s brim, meeting the Mandalorian’s dark visor boring into your eyes.

“You’ll be as good as me one day.” The Mandalorian says it so low, so quiet that you could barely hear it over the breeze whipping through the homestead. He doesn’t wait for a reply, just turns to watch Pablo walk up, your vibroblade extended from his hand.

Pablo winks as you take the blade from him. “Later, sweetheart.” Chuckling, he strolls towards the hut, thankfully leaving you and Din alone once again.

“Come on now-” you turn back to Din- “I could never be a professional such as yourself.” You snort before continuing, “I mean, how long have you been learning all this Mandalorian stuff? Years, I imagine.”

Din drops his hand from his belt, slowly turning, pausing upon finding a few of the children running in the distance. “See the children?” 

You nod. 

He drops his visor away from your face. “I wasn’t much older than they are now-” his voice slows, warming with each word he speaks- “when I was taken in as a foundling.” 

You blink. “Oh.”

You might not be able read his face, but you recognize the raw emotion hidden in his tone all too well.

“I owe them my life,” he rasps, the words scratchy through the vocoder. “After my parents died, the Mandalorians took me in as one of their own.”

Silence.

Oh…

You- you hadn’t realized. Din mentioned his parents died during the Clone Wars, but not that the Mandalorians had rescued him, taken him in. The thought of a young Din, alone and scared, trapped in the middle of a war a child could never comprehend…

Kriff. 

You swallow the lump in your throat. It… hit too close to home.

“We really do have a lot in common,” you mumble, your eyes drifting along the gleaming sunlight crowning his Beskar helm.

He barely nods at your words.

Then the air turns… awkward, tense… neither of you knowing what exactly to say or do next. You mindlessly flip your vibroblade over in your hand, afraid any words would make the air even more uncomfortable. I mean, what do you say? Hey, Din! It’s great we can bond over our dead families?

“To be honest-” you nearly drop the blade at Din’s voice- “I… didn’t learn much about blade throwing from the Mandalorians.”

You raise an eyebrow, questioning the hesitation in his voice.

“When I was younger, a woman... a Twi’lek…” He shuffles his weight back and forth, looking everywhere, it seems, but at you.

Oh. 

Oh. 

You raise an eyebrow. 

“A woman?” You smile a bit too sweetly, nudging the Mandalorian with an elbow. “A lover, perhaps?”

He stares out at the distance, but you think you notice a slight shrug.

You force a laugh, more a bark, to be honest. 

“Was she pretty?” 

Silence.

You lean forward, tapping his armor with the end of your blade. 

“Did she… break your heart?”

He looks at you. 

“She tried to stab it.” 

You sheath the blade.

“Well,” you puff, “that’d certainly kill a relationship.” 

Yanking your blade back out, you fling it over and over and over in your hand, trying to ignore the burn searing up your throat. 

Whoever she is, blast her.

Kriffing blast her.

You gasp- a glove shot out, gripping your wrist before you can toss the blade again. 

“Are you trying to lose a finger?”

You rip your hand away, twisting around to hide the warmth exploding across your face. “Don’t coddle me, Din. I’ll never learn if I don’t face peril.”

He makes a noise you cannot decipher. 

“My dad taught me,” you blurt, eager to change topics. “With knives, a little bit, I-I mean.” You slowly turn back to the Mandalorian, finding him still, patiently waiting for you to continue.

You bite your lower lip, picking at the edge of your sleeve with the blade. “But I never took his lessons very seriously. I…I just wanted to make him laugh at my stupid antics, which, of course, he would.” You smile wryly. “But, still, I wish I’d taken a lot of things more seriously back then... I was too busy being a terror.”

Din makes a noise. A breathy “not surprised” slips out from beneath his helm.

You crinkle your nose, choosing to pretend you didn’t hear that. 

Spinning your blade a few times, you stop, sheathing it once again. “You know, he’d sneak me up into the ice caves sometimes. Stars, from as young as I can remember. Taught me to use vibroblades and, eventually, even how to swing a staff. I guess he had it in his head he could turn us into little snow warriors or something.” 

You throw Din a cheeky, lopsided grin. “But then me and my sister started beating each other with big sticks when we’d get angry at each other. Then we’d gang up on my middle brother- two sticks against one.” You burst into warm laughter at the memory. “Kriff, did we ever get a long lecture. Even longer than the time I taught my siblings to use the curse ‘kark’.” 

“Doesn’t sound like you’ve changed much.” The Mandalorian’s tone is layered with amusement, and a hint of… something else.

“No,” you snort. “That’s the problem.” You crouch down on the ground, pretending you’re aiming in the distance with a weapon. “But he loved showing me how to use his hunting rifle the best, even though I had horrible aim…. Uh, still do, actually.” You let your eyes droop closed, releasing a heavy breath into the air. “That thing was his baby.”

Damn it.

Damn it. 

You miss him.

The clank of Beskar forces you to open your eyes. The Mandalorian’s standing in front of you now, a hand stretched out.

“I thought he was a herder.”

Taking Din’s hand, you let him pull you back up. 

“Oh, he was,” you chirp. Bending down, you brush the dirt off the knees of your pants. “But weapons were his hobby, practically his religion, as my mother would tease.” With a small smile, you toss the Mandalorian a pointed look. “I think he would have liked you. Or, at least, your big-ass rifle.”

The Mandalorian just shrugs.

“Well,” you sigh, staring out at the target again while simultaneously removing your blade from its sheathe. “I think I’ve gotten the hang of this now.”

Pull back.

Aim.

Throw.

Slam.

“Not bad,” you sniff, staring at your blade protruding from the center bullseye. “You’re a good teacher, Din. We’ll have to find something else for you to teach me.” You slap him on the back. “I have a few ideas.” You turn to walk away, biting back your giggle.

You hear him make a noise, barely audible with the distance.

“Looks like you could teach me...”

-------

You’re gunna throw up.

You can’t believe you’re leaving this- this haven tomorrow… for kriffing Nar Shaddaa.

Holy Hutt. Nar Shaddaa-

The planet you actually just fled from with only the clothes on your back…

Oh, flutterplume at a festival feast! 

You’re insane. You’re actually insane.

You bite the inside of your cheek, fighting hard to restrain any sign of outward distress. After all, if there’s one lesson the galaxy beat into your brain, it’s that you never, ever show any sign of weakness. Got to keep the upper hand. Got to stay ten steps ahead… Or, in your case, at least appear to be… 

No, as far as anyone on Arvala is concerned, you’re excited for Keolith.

…Kriff Keolith.

You release a heavy sigh, continuing to bounce the child up and down on your knee, a small smile growing on your face with every little giggle that falls from his mouth.

“Make sure to take it easy, not overdo it,” Omera calls at you from the other side of the room.

“Mhm,” you mumble, barely paying her any mind.

“I mean it. Din, make sure she obeys, okay?”

He makes a noise. “I’d wager-” the Mandalorian lays his rifle down on the table- “it’d be easier to wrangle a varactyl.”

“Din Djarin-” you keep your eyes focused on the baby, wincing as he yanks on your hair- “did you just call me a varactyl?”

“… No.”

“I give up,” Omera groans, taking the chair across from where you sit. “I learned a long time ago; patients never listen-” she sighs- “until they’ve reinjured themselves.”

You lift your eyes to meet her own. “Wait, Omera, you were a doctor?”

She laughs at the question. “I suppose it’s safe to say so, now that the Empire is gone.” She rests her elbows on the table. “I was a nurse in the Rebellion, which is where I met my late husband, a patient of mine. When I found myself expecting Winta, we felt it was time to step away together, leave the battle behind.”

“Pin two ears on a gundark!” You lean back in your chair, laughing in amazement. “No way! I knew I liked you!”

The Mandalorian angles his head to the side, eyeing Omera up and down. 

“Don’t give me that look, Din,” she chuckles, giving his shoulder a light shove. “You never asked.”

“Maker-” you shift the baby to your opposite knee- “sounds like a story straight out of a holo. Meeting the man of your dreams in a rebellion, nursing him back to health.”

“I suppose,” Omera smiles, that certain gleam in her eyes you’ve seen before.

Uh oh.

“What about you?”

“Me? What about me?”

Omera smiles, not about to let you get away with your game. “You can’t tell me you’ve never been in love before.”

Oh Maker. 

Dangerous.

This conversation is dangerous. 

“Maybe,” you grumble, bouncing the baby on your knee again.

Oh kriff.

“Well, maybe one day you’ll find someone.” You can see Omera is trying her absolute hardest not to laugh, but she’s obviously failing. 

Stars.

Someone. 

Anyone. 

Help! 

As if answering your plea breathed into the force, Winta dashes over, pulling on her mother’s hand and whispering for assistance. Omera nods at you, that sly smile still etched on her face, and steps away from the table.

Oh, thank the Maker! Bless all the little children. 

With a weary sigh, you sneak a glance over at Din from the corner of your eye. He’s watching you… intently, helmet angled to the side in that curious Lothcat way of his. He begins to lean forward, as if he’s about to ask you a-

No. Kark that. 

Kark that shit!

You’ve had enough awkwardness for one day!

You burst up from your chair, cradling the baby against your chest. “We’re going to take a walk,” you speak to Din as much as to the baby. You shoot him a quick glance.

He’s still leaned forward, visor still trained on your face. He’s motionless, but relaxed, shoulders slightly slumped forward, the way they do when he’s tired. You read his silence as permission, and so you turn and walk out the door, trying to ignore the lingering sear of heat on your back, that lingering prickle of being watched.

Once you are through the door, you put as much distance between you and Kuill’s hut as quickly as possible, worried the Mandalorian might try and follow you outside. Grumbling under your breath, you stop at the fence line. You point up at the moon and stars, whispering for the baby to look up at them along with you.

“See those?” you whisper, grinning as the child’s large, soulful eyes fill with the reflections of hundreds of sparkling stars. “You’re just as special as those stars. Your force abilities are special, a gift.” You feel your heart swell with familiar, motherly warmth. “Special- just like you are to your father.” 

You tap your finger against his nose, and he bursts into a fit of giggles. “You little womp rat, quit laughing.” You shoot him an exaggerated frown. “It’s against the law to laugh.” 

He laughs even harder. And so you start laughing.

“The child’s grown fond of you.”

You startle at the voice, relaxing when you see it’s just Kuill, limping forward to stand beside you at the fence. “Yes-” you turn your eyes back to the baby’s face- “I suppose, like most children, they’re drawn to whomever shows them the most attention, ya little attention-seeking womp rat.” You caress his ear, smiling wistfully. “Mando doesn’t hug you enough, does he?”

“You’re very good- with all of the children,” Kuill rasps, leaning his weight forward on his cane.

“Yeah, well, I had four little siblings.” You throw Kuill a pointed look, and you continue on with your ramble. “They were such little monsters.” You grin. “And then there’s all the children from my village. Oh, and I often helped the other mothers with the children in the camp and-” 

You freeze. 

“…I- I mean-”

“Labor camp?”

Your eyes widen, your breath catching in your throat. “H-how did you-”

“Omera described the tattoos on your arm to me. I understood their meaning, immediately.”

“Oh, no,” you breathe, panic bubbling, swelling up in your chest. “I- I can explain-”

“I did not tell Omera- their meaning, and I suggested, for your privacy-” Kuill waves his hand aside- “she should not discuss them with anyone else.” 

No. No.

Blast it. 

Blast it!

Kuill reaches out, resting a hand on your arm. “Do not concern yourself. It is your story… to tell when and if you wish. I myself- have spent time in such places. You were a victim of the Empire… as we all were.”

Raw emotion… grief… guilt- bubbles up your throat, threatening to cut off air. Choking. Suffocating. 

“No, Kuill,” you mumble, barely audible. You place the baby down on the ground and use your free hand to tug up your sleeve.

Kuill brushes his fingers, gentle and light, across the marks, lifting his eyes to meet your face. “A life sentence.”

You rip the sleeve back down, resting both hands on your hips. With a sharp intake of air, you pull on a mask- the tough, outer rim girl persona: the same one that’s simultaneously kept you both safe and in trouble for far, far too many years. 

“And I did what the Imperials sent me in for.” Your voice is hard, tired. Hells, you are so blasted tired. 

You shake your head. “I didn’t deserve to have my sentence commuted by the New Republic, once they took the camp over-” you rub your eyes a little too hard, filling your vision with blurring, swirling lines- “b-but I guess they figured it’d be easier to release everyone than to try sorting between the political prisoners, innocent families, and… actual criminals.”

Plus, there was the issue of the children to consider…

“I’m-” your words catch in your throat, sticking against your tongue, afraid to emerge fully from your lips. You force your eyes closed. “I’m… not as a good a person as you think, Kuill.”

Kuill grunts, tapping his cane against the fence. “I’d think your recent sacrifices-” he motions the cane towards the child, toddling beside your feet- “would contradict that statement.” 

“Maybe,” you mumble, avoiding looking Kuill in the eyes, “or maybe I’m still the same.”

“I think not.” Kuill rests against his cane. “For when you’ve lived as many years as I have-”

“-you learn to recognize patterns in behavior.” You smile wryly.

“It seems the galaxy has smiled upon you… given you a second chance.” 

“Well,” you sigh, pressing your forehead against the top of the fencepost. “I’ve been doing a fine job of botching it up already, I’m afraid.” 

Stars…

“I’d say you have one path open to you at this moment,” Kuill grunts. “But what will you do with it?” 

“I appreciate it, Kuill, but… I can’t stay here.” You give him your classic, lop-sided smile. “Gotta keep exploring this big galaxy, ya know?” 

Kriff the galaxy.

Kuill chuckles under his breath. “That wasn’t the path I was referring to.” He reaches out, patting the top of hand. “I wish you luck… my child.”

You blink, watching as Kuill moves away. You wait until he’s just far enough in the distance before releasing a strained breath of air. 

Maker…

A light coo, a tug on your pants, shifts your attention away from yourself, away from your tumultuous thoughts. With a small smile, you reach down and pull the baby up against your neck, letting him nuzzle there as you glance back up at the stars.

Always running. 

You’re always running.

But one day- one day, you will choose your own damn path.

-------

“Wipe your eyes, Birdie-” you ruffle the top of his head- “or you’ll flood the planet and put Kuill out of business.” 

Birdie launches straight into your legs, knocking an oof from you.  

“But- but what if I n-never see you- you again?” He buries his face in the fabric of your pants.

Dropping down to your knees, you peal Birdie off of you, holding him back by his shoulders. “Of- of course I’ll see you again, hm?” Your heart throbs as you speak the lie into the air, wishing it would just carry away on the desert wind.

Karking hells.

Your heart explodes, pain seeping from every new little crack. You tug Birdie into you, wrapping him up in your embrace just as new set of arms snakes around your neck from behind. 

“We-we’ll miss you!” Winta says between sniffs.

“Come now,” you chirp, straining your voice to be as easy and care-free as you can muster in your compromised state. “I’ll have a thousand new stories to share when I come back, hm?” Your empty promises are apparently working, the heaviness easing off of their shoulders before your very eyes.

An approaching presence shifts your attention away from the children.

“All of us, the parents, felt like you should have this.” You blink, eyeing the satchel in Omera’s outstretched hand. “We owe you so much more, but-” Omera’s face tenses- “it’s a thank you to remember us by, to help you get started on Keolith.” She slides an arm around Winta’s shoulders, pulling her against her skirt.

You can’t do anything but… stare at the bag, stunned by the absolute generosity of the gesture. “I-I can’t take anything for-”

“Please.”

You don’t want it. 

It feels… wrong to take it.

But you won’t risk insulting them by outright refusing their kindness. 

“Go into town-” you give Winta and Birdie a sly wink- “and buy the children something fun. To remember me by. To make them laugh.” You wiggle your hat back and forth, pulling it tighter against your scalp. “That’s my payment.” 

A good decision, or so the little sunny grins on Birdie’s and Winta’s faces tell you. Omera hesitates- then smiles. An agreement. And so, you return the expression with equal warmth. 

“Kekthar, Rukia.” 

You gasp- eyes tearing over to discover… Kuill?

Sularian. 

A Sularian farewell.

You haven’t heard your native language spoken by another in, well… years.

“Kekthar, Sudbia,” you return, a small smile tickling at the corner of your mouth. As you share the smile with him, a silent understanding, a knowing, passes between your eyes:

You are always welcome in my home.

You will never deserve such kindness.

“Thank you, Kuill,” you whisper, bowing your head with respect.

As you continue sharing goodbyes, your heart grows heavy with each one spoken aloud. Part of you wants to just barrel into the Razor Crest, dive into the bed, and hide under a blanket just like the baby. 

Stars, goodbyes reek.

“Be careful, Din.” A faint conversation to your left shifts your focus away from your misery. “Come back as soon as you can.” You turn, eyes widening as you watch Omera wrap her arms around Din, enveloping him in a warm, heartfelt embrace. He returns the gesture, going as far as to… rub her back… affectionately.

A pang.

A punch in the chest.

Shavit. 

Just… shavit!

Spinning around on your heel, you stomp towards the Razor Crest, grumbling under your breath like some bitter old man.

Blasted seven Corellian hells- just-

Stoopa. Stoopa!

Kriff everything a-and-

You stop.

Kriff, wait, what is this? Corellian hells, what- 

Oh.

You blink, gritting your teeth.

You’re… jealous?

…

You’re jealous.

You groan, yanking your hat low across your eyes. You have got to stop bantering so much with the Mandalorian… flirting. You’re- you’re getting too attached. And there’s only one way this could possibly end:

Like a nuna at a Hutt roast… 

Uh, not so good, in other words.

You turn and frown, watching the pair speak in the distance.

Omera is… incredible. That Beskar idiot should marry her. Settle down. Have a family. He… deserves to have that. To be happy. 

He’s a good man.

“We really need to get going,” Cara grumbles, walking up beside you to stack a crate next to the ramp. “I’ve gone way, way over schedule, and Karga is breathing down my neck, even though he knows I lost my ship.” Cara pauses to sigh, leaning forward against the stack. “He says the town has gone to hell without me.”

Blinking away any lingering physical signs of your jealousy, you slip on an indifferent, bored expression. 

“Why so, Cara?” Your voice hardly veils the tension brewing in your head, but Cara, thankfully, does not seem to notice.

“I’ve been acting as a sort of-” she waves her hand in the air- “part-time Marshal, in a sense, on Navarro. Cleaning out a lot of the criminal rings scumming about,” Cara sighs, rubbing her face. “Still have a long way to go, but-” she lifts her eyes, giving you a sly smile- “I think I’m going to talk to Karga about dropping the Guild work completely, instead working full-time cleaning the streets. Maybe get a school up and running. And a doctor’s office; we need that too.”

“Cara,” you chuckle, stooping down to sit on a crate. “You surprise me. A dreamer lurks under all that brawn.”

“Maybe,” Cara chuckles. “But even so, my reason for visiting Arvala is dead, and I’m needed on Navarro.”

You blink. “Dead?”

Cara shoots out a hand, pointing at a lone Pablo approaching with his satchel. “Dead, according the Guild registry, that is.”

A bright grin bursts across Pablo’s face. He throws his hands out at the side, spinning around until he is facing the approaching Mandalorian. “Hey, shame you and Cara lost such a priceless bounty, right, Mando?”

The Mandalorian saunters up to Pablo, pausing to stare him directly in the eye.

“I was paid for killing you.” 

The Mandalorian knocks into Pablo’s shoulder as he moves past.

One glance at the panicked expression on Pablo’s face, and you burst into loud, obnoxious laughter. He twists, shooting you a murderous look, which you happily return with only sweetness and a smile. 

At least, on the bright side, you now have someone new to torment besides Din.

After all, it’s the little things that matter.

-------

“Dad!” You climb up on top of the huge fallen log, waving wildly to your dad in the distance. “Look! Watch!”

He pauses at your words, giving you a cheeky, lop-sided grin. “Okay, Starlight-” he leans forward against his rifle- “I’m watching.”

“You’re watching?”

“Yes.”

“Okay, don’t look away!”

“I won’t.”

“Still watching?”

“Starlight-”

With a grunt, you spin backwards off the log, landing a perfect backflip… 

…straight into a hidden snowdrift.

“DAD!” you shriek, buried up to your hips in snow. You continue to wriggle, desperate to free yourself… to only sink down further with every shift. “Dad!” you yelp. You hear a rustling noise, and you jerk your head up.

Your dad- ever the helpful, supportive parent- is leaning over the top of the log… 

laughing at you.

“Starlight,” he chuckles, “very impressive. Ten out of ten for style.” He crosses his arms across the log, angling his head to the side as he stares down at you. “But you made that fatal flaw we’ve talked about before.”

“Dad!” you growl, in no mood to be lectured nor teased. “Get me out of here! I don’t care!”

“What’s that fatal flaw?” 

“I don’t care!”

“Starlight?”

You shoot him a pathetic frown. “I didn’t observe my surroundings first.” You twist your head away, pouting your lips. “I acted before thinking.”

Gloved hands wrap around your arms, lifting you up out of the snow drift.

“Good girl-” your father pulls you up against his side, rubbing your back. “Remember-”

“-think first, show off second.” You release a puff of air, watching as it crystalizes in front of you. 

Your dad laughs and slips you that characteristic sly wink.

“My little snow warrior-” he grabs your hand, leading you back towards the mountain path- “such a little show-off………”

-------

“I’m not a show-off!”

Pablo flashes you a grin. “Come now, princess-”

“Okay, fine.” You crinkle your nose, lifting your hand up, two fingers spaced closely together. “Just a little bit. But still, it’s true.” 

“Oh sure.”

“Yes! I could out-drink both of you, and ten Corellians on top of that.” You shove against Pablo’s shoulder as you move past, sitting down beside him.

“Speaking as a Corellian man, that’s big talk, sweetheart,” Pablo slides his glass of whiskey back and forth on the table between his hands. “But are you willing to try and prove it?”

“Pour me some of that-” you tap your fingers on the table, smirking at Cara- “before you and Pablo wipe out our supply.”

Cara pours and slides you a glass, a questioning expression on her face. You take a deep breath, lean back, and down the whiskey in one shot.

“Oh-” cough- cough- “wow, that’s-” cough- “that’s defi-” cough- “de-definitely Corellian.”

Cara smacks her hand down on the table, clutching her stomach as she doubles over with laughter. “Oh, dank farrick, your face!”

Pablo snorts. “Still think you can out-drink ten Corellians?” Resting his elbows against the table, he slides the bottle towards you. 

Feeling your face flush with warmth from the shot of whiskey, you can only grin and tilt your head. “I’m certain of it.”

Pablo leans back, chuckling as he crosses his arms behind his head. “Fine. The minute we land on Tatooine-” he points at you, raising an eyebrow- “I’m dragging you into the first cantina we find.”

Your smile plummets.

“Tatooine?” You fling around in your chair, gawking over at the Mandalorian on the other side of the hull. “Tatooine?”

He stops cleaning his blaster, lifting his helmet to meet your eyes.

“He didn’t tell you?”

You spin back around, now gawking at Cara. “Obviously no. I thought we were heading to Navarro!”

“No.” Cara shrugs, leaning back against her chair. She lifts a brow, a hint of amusement in her eyes. “Tatooine is closer than Navarro. We’ll jump transports from there, letting you and Din continue on to Nar Shaddaa.”

“Hell,” you breathe, flopping back against your chair. 

Tatooine?

“I’ll be loath to part from you all.” Pablo lifts his glass in the air. “I’ve grown so attached to everyone…. Well-” he raises a brow at you- “minus one.”

“You know, Pablo-” you jump forward, slapping both hands down on the table- “you’re being awfully rude for a man who’d be cargo right now if it wasn’t for me.”

“Oh, don’t start on-”

“I will!”

“You know good and well-”

“You’re so rude!”

“I am not!”

“Carbonite man.”

“Don’t call me-”

“HEY!” You both rip your heads towards Cara. 

Silence.

She slowly leans forward. “Are you two done?”

“Absolutely,” you sniff. Leaning into the palm of your hand, you release a long, heavy sigh, choosing to just ignore Pablo. 

“Stars,” you whisper, staring up at the ceiling, beginning to reminisce. “I haven’t been to Tatooine in, well… years. Pretty sure I still owe some people money,” you grumble. “Dank farrick, I got into so much trouble there.”

“As an exceptional speederbike racer.”

Your eyes rip up, trailing the Mandalorian as he sits beside Cara. “That is, if I remember correctly.” His tone light, almost… airy compared to his typical grumpy snaps. 

Oh. He’s teasing you. 

You raise an eyebrow.

You know you should stop. Stop teasing him back. 

But…

“I’m better than you, Din Djarin-” you lean across the table, smiling slyly as you stare him down- “that’s for certain. I’m the damn best, too.”

He shifts back, folding his hands against his stomach, just…. gazing at you.

“Damn best, huh?” Cara takes a shot of her drink. “Then you should have joined the Nar Shaddaa professional circuits. High risk, high reward.” She slides the bottle of whiskey towards you. “I imagine the violence, death, and insanity would have been right up your alley.”

“Well…” With a small sigh, you drop your eyes, beginning to play with the edge of your shirt. “Actually I- I would have.” You lower you chin. “But… uh, had someone I needed to stay alive for,” you discreetly add under your breath.

Cara grins and lifts her glass at you. Din, on the other hand, stretches his neck, dark visor pinned to your face. You snap away, staring over at the slightly tipsy Pablo instead.

“Boyfriend?” Pablo mumbles, taking the whiskey bottle for himself.

You only smile.

“Well, either way-” he sloshes his glass high- “to Tatooine!”

“Hell,” you grumble.

You lift your own glass.

To Tatooine.

…

Dank farrick.

-------

The darkness moves in. Closer. Suffocating. Gnawing away at the light.

…

“I know why you chose this.

… 

You love power. 

…

Crave it.”

…

You bury your face in your hands. “Shut up! You know nothing!”

…

“You can’t hide forever.

…

I know what you’ve done.

…

And you’ve seen what I’m capable of………”

…

Something presses into your neck.

…

Shit.

Your eyes blast open. 

Can’t-

Can’t breathe!

Wriggling and squirming, you claw at your neck, kicking the covers off Din’s bed as you twist and turn and push and fight.

“Urf! C-Cara,” you hiss, slapping at her arm slumped across your neck. “Move!” 

Cara snores louder, oblivious to the fact that she’s, you know, smothering you. She mumbles something in her sleep, pulling her arm back to flop over to her side of the mattress. Launching up from the bed, you gasp, sucking in deep gulps of air. A few more seconds, a few more gulps, and you glare over at Cara.

You can put up with snoring.

But you draw the kriffing line at actively trying to suffocate you in your sleep.

“Stars…” you hiss, pressing a palm to your forehead before pulling it back, blinking at the sweat dripping from your hand. 

You’re… drenched. Trembling, shivering- your soaked nightshirt and pants stinging like ice in the cool air. Sliding down to the foot of the bed, you wrap your arms across your chest, squeezing tightly in a vain attempt to slow the trembling tearing at your body. 

You groan, your head sloshing with exhaustion and fatigue and tension, but then… the threat from your nightmare slips past it all, the memory growling in your head-

You can’t hide forever…

Your throat catches.

Oh hell.

Oh hell.

You slap both hands over your eyes.

You’re dead…

-------

Some people turn to religion. 

Some people talk to a therapist. 

But your newfound cure for anxiety?

Apparently, the smell of Andorian Mountain Roses. 

Specifically, the faint scent of Andorian Mountain Roses lingering on the Mandalorian’s flannels.

After Cara’s murder attempt, you waited several minutes on the edge of the bed for the trembles, the shakes, to dissipate… but no such luck. Desperate, wet, and cold, you had peeled off your soaked nightshirt, swapping it out for a flannel shirt stolen from a heap on the floor.

You bury your nose into the sleeve of the thick shirt, inhaling deeply as you pad gently across the floor of the Razor Crest’s hull. 

It smells like Din.

…

You’re safe with him.

…

He promised.

…

“Ka’r’ika?”

You freeze, dropping your arm at the faint voice, low, barely a rasp.

You tiptoe closer to the base of the ladder leading up to the cockpit. “Din?” you whisper, staring up into the dark void above.

“Come up.”

Biting your lip, you tentatively rest your foot on the bottom rung. One hesitant breath, and you scamper straight up.

“Din?” you question again, poking your head up into the space above. You blink, your eyes shifting towards the cockpit windows, smiling as you admire that familiar sparkling, dancing hyperspace light bouncing off everything within the cockpit.

Your eyes follow the streaking lines… forward… straight to the Mandalorian. He’s turned around in his chair, studying your every move.

“Hi.” You smile, a bit… shyly. 

Hm. That’s new.

Resting back against in the pilot’s seat, he folds his hands- gloveless hands- across his stomach.

Fiddling with the edge of your shirt, you gently pad into the cockpit. A sharp glance to the left- you smile. The pram is sealed again, cocooning the child as he sleeps. 

You glance back to Din, and as you step closer, you notice his right pauldron is missing. “Hey-” you slip into the right co-pilot’s chair- “I hope I didn’t wake yo-”

“I was already awake.”

“Oh.” You blink, chewing on your lower lip. He seems so… close. Stars, you didn’t remember the cockpit being quite this… uh, tight. 

“Um, I couldn’t sleep,” you whisper, not wishing to risk waking the baby. After all, from the looks of Din and his missing pauldron, it must have taken quite some time to get the baby to sleep.

You slide forward, resting on the edge of the co-pilot’s seat. “Between Pablo’s and Cara’s snoring-” you grimace- “it’s like trying to sleep in a kriffing zoo down there. They’re both drunk off their socks.”

Din makes a noise. “Really?”

“Yeah, Cara tried to smother-”

“No-” the Mandalorian dips his helmet at you- “…is that really why you can’t sleep?”

“Am I really that easy to read?” you huff, raising a brow.

Silence.

“…You’re afraid.” 

You blink, falling quiet. Of course you’re afraid... 

You’re terrified.

You hear him shift in his chair, but you do not look up. 

“…Why did you leave Tatooine?”

How can his voice sound so gentle, so soft, even when modulated? Stars, you can only imagine it without the distortion… You glance down at the floor, spinning the chair back and forth, unwilling to meet his gaze.

“Grandpa yanked us off overnight,” you blurt, a bit surprised by how the words hurt as they emerge. You continue spinning in the chair, this time in full circles. “…Because I was a damn idiot.” You stop rotating, and face Din’s seat. Your eyes trail down his helmet… down his arms… to those hands.

Large. 

Tan.

Scarred. 

And warm- so warm… 

Karking hells, you’ve spent too much damn time thinking about how warm they felt that day… How he brushed your chin- confident, no hesitation. And so blasted gentle, like you were made of glass.

…Oh, seven Corellian hells…

You’re done for. 

Thank the Maker your warming face is hidden in the dim light. 

A shift of movement draws your focus back over to the pilot’s chair. Din leans forward, resting his elbows against his thighs- a silent invitation.

Groaning, you pull a foot up into your chair, tucking it under your chin. “After… after it was just me and Grandpa-” you wave your hand in the air- “I, uh, had a talent for getting into… situations.”

You turn your eyes away, fearing you might not have the strength to continue if you shared even just one glance with him. “Grandpa- he kept having to pull us off planets. I’d always get mixed up with the wrong crowds, gangs, whatever. We could never stay one place too long.” With every word you speak, your throat tightens- constricts.

Your… your Grandpa deserved so much better than you.

“I just… kept acting out more and more the older I got.”

Stupid.

So stupid.

Flopping your head back against the chair, you stare up at the ceiling. “By Tatooine, I was pretty much… unmanageable. He tried- he really did- but, in a way, I think- I think he had given up on me. He stopped asking so many questions when I’d be gone for hours, sometimes days, at a time. He was… he was so used to me running off.”

Biting the inside of your cheek to keep the burning in your eyes at bay, you continue. “Remember the boy I told you about? The speederbike racer?” You venture a glance at Din, finding him in the same position, leaned forward against his thighs. He gives you a light nod.

“He…he was part of an illegal racing club. He got me in- I was good, great at it.”

“Damn best?”

You smile at Din.

“Hell yeah,” you chuckle, pulling your second leg up into the chair, tucking it under your chin. “I pulled a lot of ill-advised stunts. Got me noticed by the right, or rather wrong, people. A Hutt sponsored me as his challenger in the biggest speeder race Tatooine had seen in years.” 

You groan, burying your face in the palms of your hands. “And, under no uncertain terms, I was to win… or else. And, of course, my stupid self thought-” you throw both hands in the air- “‘Great! I’ll win, no big deal! Win lots of money and fame! What an honor to be a Hutt favorite!’”

You shoot Din a knowing look.

He sits back, tapping his fingers against his thigh. 

“What… happened?” His words are hesitant.

 “I karking won, of course.” You cross your arms. “What else did you expect?” 

He just stares at you- tilts his head to the side.

You make a noise. “Grandpa flipped when he found out. He knew how’d things would inevitably end- entering those kinds of races, working with the Hutts.” You let out a dry laugh. “He yanked me off that planet, kicking and screaming. I thought he was ruining my future. Turns out, I did a fine job of that on my own.”

Stars… you can’t think about Grandpa right now- don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry-

“A-anyway-” you force a laugh- “um, enough about me.” You lift your chin, tossing Din a forced grin. “Tell me something about yourself.”

“Such as?” 

A slight smirk grows on your face. Actually… there is something you’ve been dying to ask him, but… it just never felt appropriate- you felt too intimidated to question. But here, draped in the dancing blue hue of hyperspace, he somehow feels less like a Mandalorian and more like… just a man.

“Can you ever take that helmet off?” you blurt. You instantly cringe, regretting the words the second they leave your lips. “You don’t ha-”

“I can.”

You blink.

He spins around away from you, facing the console. “For my children.” He flicks a switch. “And a… a wife.”

“…Oh.”

You tilt your head to the side. Huh.

“Stars, wait-” you shoot up in your chair- “does that mean you’ve never kissed anyone before?”

He freezes. 

One second-

Two seconds-

Three seconds-

“Sorry!” You press a hand against your cheek. “Sometimes I- I blurt before thinking.” You flop backwards, sighing heavily. “Anyway, you’re not missing a thing. Kissing is disgusting. Think about it- swapping spit? Touching tongues? With another person?” You crinkle your nose. “It’s nasty.”

You lean forward, eyes widening. “Oh, my Maker! One time, I was dared to kiss a Gungan, and I think I’ve had lingering trauma ever…. uh, since…” You press your face into your knees, your face warming. “Ah, um, you know what? Never mind.”

Kark- maybe try thinking before speaking just once- JUST once?!

The Mandalorian resumes fiddling with the switches on the console, as if you hadn’t been speaking at all- thank the force. 

After all, the Gungan story was rather hard to explain.

 A few minutes pass, no word spoken aloud, and the cockpit falls into a stillness.

A calm stillness.

Just… tranquility.

You suck in a deep breath of air, sinking deeper into your chair. Even with your awkward blunders, you feel more comfortable, safer in this moment than you have in far, far too long. 

Eyelids drooping, time begins to swirl around you, mixing, blending with the hyperspace light. Lost in the realm between consciousness and sleep, you are barely aware of a lingering presence that looms beside you.

You drift away from sleep, sailing closer to consciousness. Parting your eyes just enough to see, a small smile slips onto your lips. He- Din- hovers over you. He reaches up, removing the cape from his back, and drapes it over you as your eyes slip back closed. You feel the weight of it pause halfway. 

A slight tug- a pull- on the edge of your shirt.

Your eyes part, your groggy smile returning.

“Keep it,” Din rasps, barely a whisper. He continues rubbing the fabric of his shirt you wear between two fingers. “Looks… nice.” 

The weight of the cape moves up, fully cocooning you, safe, warm, much like his son that sleeps beside you.

“Sweet dreams… Meshla.”

“Mmf,” you mumble. “What’s… th-at… mean?” 

Skin traces the outline of your ear.

“Nuisance.”

“Kriff… you.”

“Go to sleep.”

You smile, letting your mind sail back towards the shoreline of sleep.

-------

“HEY! Get away from there! You know he doesn’t like droids!”

You lumber down the ramp after the Mandalorian, squinting against the unforgiving rays of the twin Tatooine suns. You lift a hand to your eyes, blinking as a woman- head full of tight curls- marches towards the Razor Crest. 

“May as well let them have at it,” the Mandalorian grumbles. “The Crest needs a good once over.”

“Oh! So, he likes droids now. Well, you heard him.” The woman waves at a crew of droids. “Give it a once over!... I guess a lot has changed since you were last in Mos Eisley.”

The Mandalorian pauses in front of the stranger with Cara, Pablo, and yourself gathering around him. 

“Well, looky here! You’ve made new friends!” The woman narrows her eyes, leaning in towards Pablo. “Hopefully you three won’t try and kill me like the last one this Mandalorian dragged in here.” 

She leans into you this time. “If you ask me, I think your Mandalorian here needs a good group of friends,” she whispers under her breath. “The man doesn’t live well.”

You slap a hand over your nose, pressing to muffle your burst of laughter.

But then Pablo laughs, and you just can’t hold it in.

The Mandalorian sighs, not sparing the two of you a glance.

“I’m Peli.” The woman nods again, oblivious to the effect her words have had on you and Pablo. “I am a very- OH ho!” Peli launches forward, swooping the baby out from the Mandalorian’s satchel. “I’ve missed this little one! Let me guess, I’m needed for babysitting services? Don’t ask! Yes!” She rocks the baby against her hip, and the baby, delighted by the attention, grins and giggles- clearly very pleased to see Peli again.

“If it isn’t too much trouble.” The Mandalorian reaches out, stroking the child’s ear. “The girl and I need to resupply. I’d rather leave the child here.”

“I have a name, Mando,” you grumble under your breath, shooting him a glare.

He keeps his head straight, focused on Peli, ignoring your protest.

“Of course!” Peli shouts, walking several feet away as she rambles away to the child.

“Mando-” Cara touches his arm- “I’ll catch up with you later today before we leave Tatooine. I’m taking Pablo with me.” She eyes Pablo, a suspicious gleam in her eyes. “He claims he has a contact, can get Navarro hooked up with a good supplier.”

“Of course!” Pablo flings his hands out, grinning ear to ear. “Old Bolbo is a close friend! He completely forgave me for that incident with his sister in Anchorhead!”

Cara stares at him.

“Oh, hell.” She adjusts the rifle on her back. “Let’s get this over with.”

You chuckle to yourself, shaking your head as Cara and Pablo walk off towards the exit.

“Peli-” the Mandalorian walks after her- still dashing back and forth, rambling to the child. “I want you to keep the doors secured until I get back.” He hooks a finger in his belt, his helmet following Peli back and forth, back and forth. “Don’t open them for anyone you don’t know.”

“Oh!” Her eyes brighten. “I actually have a defender droid now! 4PO!” she shrieks, waving her hand in the air. “Come on! Come on! Wa-iting.”

Your eyes widen, watching with a mixture between disbelief and dismay, as a silver droid stumbles forward- red light radiating from its joints. “Um,” you bite your lip, fighting against the laughter swelling up your throat. “Isn’t… isn’t that a protocol droid?” 

“It’s been refitted!” Peli slaps the droid with her free hand. “4PO! DEFENDER MODE!”

The droid wobbles back and forth- bolts and screws raining down, bouncing across the floor. You blink. “Is- is th-”

The droid’s head snaps to you.

“<death is but a relief from our meager existence>”

…

…

…

The Mandalorian looks at Peli.

“Keep the doors secured.”

His hand wraps around your upper arm, pushing you towards the exit.

“Blast it, 4PO!” Peli’s shouts from behind, pulling a giggle from your lips. “I can’t believe you’ve embarrassed me like this! What do you have to say for yourself?”

“<i am trapped in this shell. i cannot die.>”

“4PO!”

-------

Ah, Mos Eisley Spaceport:

Dangerous? Yes.

Scummy? Yes.

Entertaining? Also yes.

You grin beneath the scarf wrapped around your face, gawking at all the activity and interesting faces that swarm past you on the street. You are so enraptured with the sights and sounds that the Mandalorian is occasionally forced to grab your arm and pull you against his side.

“Stay close,” he’d grumble… before you’d inevitably leave his side again five minutes later.

“Mando!” you call from the top of a store’s steps, waving across the street for him.

He sweeps forward, stopping beneath you just at the bottom step. 

“Stop disappearing.” 

His voice is hard, all bounty hunter.

“What?” You grin, skipping down the steps to stand beside him. “The bounty hunter can’t hunt me down? Keeps losing me?”

He releases a heavy, long-suffering sigh and angles his head down at you.

“Move.”

Giggling under the scarf, you allow the Mandalorian to lead you inside the store. You don’t wait for instructions nor directions- you know what you want, and you’re going to get what you want. The Mandalorian finds you a minute later. He doesn’t say anything, just stands on the opposite side of the rack as you claw through the hangers.

You stop long enough to give him a look. “The baby needs clothes, Mando.” You continue clawing through the limited selection. “That sack he wears is ridiculous. Now go, leave me alone. I don’t need you hovering.”

He throws his head to the side, a small sigh slipping out- but he obeys your command.

You sneak a glance from the corner of your eye, a lop-sided smile stretching across your face. He’s off to the side, trying to appear occupied, but you know what he’s doing:

He’s not letting you get further than ten feet away.

The hovering- the lingering, keeping an eye on you…

It’s… kind of cute.

…But irritating.

Still, considering the incident on Arvala, he has good reason to hover… You’d do well to remember that yourself.

After making a few selections, you spin around, expecting to find the Mandalorian where you left him. But he’s gone.

“Hm.” You twist your head around but spying him nowhere in the store.

Fine.

Guess he took your command seriously this time. You make your purchases and step outside the door. Just as you go to sit on the top step, the clank-clank of Beskar jolts you around.

“Mando!” You throw both hands on your hips in mock frustration. “You left me.”

He rests a hand against his holster, and chuckles. “Make up your mind, Ka’r’ika.”

You drop the frown, trading it in for a blooming grin. “Fine. What was so important that you left me behind?”

His helmet angles down, his hands fiddling with something hanging off from his belt.

“I was next door… I… saw this.” He reaches out, presenting you what’s in his hand. “Thought it… suited you. Better than the one I have. Mine’s… too long. This suits your size. Suits your height… better.”

You tentatively take the plain metal bar, no longer than the length of your hand. “Ah, thank you, Mando! I… love it.” You blink. “Um, what is it?”

He points to a switch on the side.

“Is tha- OH!”

A blade slices out from the end. “Seven Corellian hells!” you laugh. “This is- wait, what’s this do- OH KRIFF!”

You nearly throw it from your hands. One flick of a switch, and the bar the length of your hand grows to be three, maybe even four feet in length

“Din!” you hiss, tapping the staff down onto the ground. “You bought me a weapon to kill people with!” You flick the switch again, grinning as it collapses back to the size of your hand. “I’m going to cry!”

The Mandalorian grunts, angling his head to the side. “Weapon to defend.”

You flick the switch again, grinning as the blade slides away, hidden within. “Well.” Hooking the bar onto you belt, you look up at him with an impish smirk. “Now you’re trapped. You have no choice but to train me with a staff.”

“That’s the idea.”

You can’t help but grin like an idiot.

-------

“Where are you going?”

“Refresher,” you shout, continuing to march away from the Mandalorian and straight towards a cantina. You step inside, grimacing at the smack of stench that punches you in the face.

Uhg, what’s with cantinas and unwashed masses?

Shaking your head, you let your eyes sweep around the dim, dingy, and nearly empty cantina. Ah, there’s th-

“OH!” you squeak, pulling away from the hand grasping your shoulder. “Din!” you hiss, pushing against his arm.

“I said stay close.”

“You can’t use your bounty hunter voice on me and expect it to work.” You march away. “Unless you’re coming with me into the refresher, wait for me out here.”

-------

You are only gone a few minutes, but you are frustrated to find yet again- yes, again- the Mandalorian has disappeared within that time frame. With a heavy sigh, you sit down at the bar, ignoring the other patrons beginning to trickle in as Tatooine’s work hours for the day come to a close.

“Hello there, miss.” A young man sits next to you at the bar. He throws you a smile. 

Ah, he’s cute.

“Never seen you here before. Mind if I buy you a drink?”

A sly smirk tickles at the corner of your mouth. 

An idea.

“I never refuse a free drink.” 

You flick your eyes back towards the cantina entrance. “Come on, Din. I want to have fun with you.”

“Say,” the man leans towards you as the bartender slides you your drink. “How about we go somewhere, hm?”

You crinkle your nose, lifting the drink to your lips. “No thanks.”

“But I bought you a drink-”

“I don’t remember leaving with you being part of that deal.”

The man’s facade drops, his expression twisting into irritation. “Girl, you hav-”

“Unless you want to talk to my husband into letting me go with you, I just can’t.”

You bite away the grin that begs to explode across your face as you watch the man’s eyes widen twice their typical size.

“Husband?”

You twist your head, and stare across the bar-

-directly at a looming, hulking, intimidating, Beskar-donning Mandalorian.

The man leaps from you, his eyes not leaving the Mandalorian- not for one second. “Uh, um, look I- I didn’t mean anything.” He throws his hands up.

“Honey-” you take another sip of your drink- “could you watch the kids so I can go with this gentleman?”

The Mandalorian’s visor is glued to the man- searing him to the ground. 

A bird stalking prey.

“You know the kids don’t listen to me, Cyare.” His voice is quiet, dangerously contained. “So, you chose.” 

He stalks around the bar, slowly, deliberately… 

“Do I string him up for the rancors… or do I shoot him now?”

“I like rancors,” you chirp, twisting to look up at Din. “They’re kinda cute.” You turn back-

“Hey, he’s gone!” You groan as the Mandalorian wraps his hand firmly around your upper arm, pulling you off the barstool. 

“Let’s go.”

“Just when I was making friends.”

“I’m getting you back before you get yourself shot.”

“But I have my stick now!”

“Staff, Ka’r’ika.”

“Yes, staff- a big stick.”

A beaming grin bursts across your face at the pained, long-suffering sigh that erupts from his helmet’s vocoder. He continues to lead you in silence through the streets of Mos Eisley, only coming to a stop after pulling you aside in an alley.

“I can handle myself, Din,” you teasingly smile, pressing your back up against the wall.

He hovers over you, tilting his head forward. “You’ve yet to convince me of that.”

You bite your lower lip, mischief tickling in the back of your mind.

“I’m fast, remember?”

He leans forward, closer into your face. “So you always say.”

You let your smile slowly drop… drop… drop…

His hands shoot out-

You lean back-

SMACK.

You laugh as Din stares down- stunned- at the staff held sideways in your hands, blocking him from grabbing you. You push the bar against him, ducking sideways to escape his grasp.

“Nice try!” you growl through your gritted teeth as you bolt down the alley. “Race you to the hanger!”

Burning every drop of adrenaline flooding your bloodstream, you blast through the twisting turns of the alleyway labyrinth, hissing each time you think you see a gleam of Beskar from the corner of your eyes.

Blast!

You slide sideways across the dirt, narrowly avoiding bursting through a vendor’s cart, cackling as the vendor hurdles curses at your fleeing back. Taking a sharp turn, you speed into another alley, sliding across the loose dirt as you stumble to a halt- unable to continue another foot without passing out.

“K-kriff!” you pant, twisting your head back and forth, spying for even just a hint of shining Beskar in the empty alley. 

“I’m out- out of… shape! I- I can’t- AHRG!”

You fall forward, hard, against the ground to escape what dropped from the roof behind you.

“DIN!” you shriek, baring your teeth at him.

“Keep up.” 

He spins around.

Kark that! 

You launch forward, grabbing onto his cloak, and- yank! 

“Bitch, get back here!”

  You stumble into his back and wrap both arms tightly around his neck- bursting into a fit of giggles as Din lifts you up and keeps moving forward. He reaches his hands back, pulling your legs up around his waist- essentially carrying you piggyback.

“Din!” you yelp between barks of laughter. “I-I’m slipping! OH!”

You plummet to the ground. You roll over on your back, rubbing the tears from your eyes. “S-stars! Oh.. oh kriff! I- I’m hu-hurting! From… la-laughing! Oh, ouch! O-Ouch!”

Your eyes finally clear of the blurring tears-

There he is- kneeling beside you- looking down- laughing at you.

“Din!” you giggle, slapping a hand up against his chest. “Jerk! You dropped me on purpose!”

His laughter gently fades away- and he stands, reaching a gloved hand out for you.

“Come, Ka’r’ika,” he rasps, his tone… deeper than usual. “Let’s get back to the hanger.”

You grin, looping your arm around his. 

“Anywhere you say, Din.”

Truly, anywhere.

At this point, the man could lead you straight into a rancor’s din, and you’d jump in if he did too.

-------

Something’s wrong.

You know how he normally walks- confident and striding.

…Something’s wrong.

“Din?” You tilt your head to the side, raising a brow. “What did Peli tell you? What’s…?”

He stops- pausing just before the cockpit ladder- and angles his head at your voice. 

“There’s a Mandalorian to the north. Mos Pelgo.” He turns around and starts slowly walking towards you.

“…Oh.”

You lower yourself into a chair, not exactly sure where this is going…

“That’s… good, I guess?” Crossing your arms together, you chuckle. “Sometimes it’s hard to imagine there’s more than one of you.”

He rests both hands against his hips, turning to face the hull wall.

“I’m going out there.” He throws you a quick look. “After Cara returns to keep you safe. I’m… taking the child with me.”

“Ah, sure?” 

He’s leaving something out… 

“But… why, exactly?”

“I’m hoping a Mandalorian can… lead me to someone. The child-” Din’s voice quiets. “He’s… special.”

Oh.

“Is this about his force abilities?”

“Force?” Din rips his head around. “You mean… Jedi?”

With a small smile on your face, you pull both legs up into the chair with you. “Jedi use the force. Think of it as-” you wave your hand in the air- “like an energy thing. The force binds all things, connects all things… real mystical stuff.”

Din does not move. Just… stares at you.

“What do you know of the Jedi?” His voice is quick.

You grunt, shifting your eyes to the floor. “I know they’re all dead now, for the most part. Hunted like animals by the Empire." You force a dry laugh. “They- they didn’t stop at the adults. No-” you shake your head- “slaughtered the children too. Kriffing creeps. Hunted down each last survivor- any force user- one by one.”

Silence.

“How… do you know this?”

“My Mom.” You release a heavy sigh. “She wanted more- more excitement than what life on Sularia offered. She was intelligent, and her intelligence earned her a job as a civilian contractor with the Republic during the Clone Wars.” You smirk at Din. “Grandpa was not happy with her.”

You tilt the chair backwards, staring up at the ceiling as you speak. “She worked among the Jedi. Friends with many of them.”

You hear Mom’s weeping in your ear… her eyes radiating such… pain and loss. You dig your fingers into your palm, willing the memories away, your eyes sliding closed-

“He must be trained.”

Your eyes blast open, flying straight to Din. “What?” 

“After Arvala- what he did to the woman on Arvala-” Din lowers his head, avoiding your glare- “I knew he was strong, but… 

“Din,” you grit your teeth- “you must forget he’s special.” You throw your hand out. “Forget Arvala ever happened.”

“A Jedi can train him.” Din is speaking more to himself than to you. “After I leave Nar Shaddaa, I will return to my quest. Find the kid a Jedi.”

Silence.

“What?” You launch up out of your chair.

“If what you say is true-” Din’s voice is level and even, barely audible even in the silence- “I can’t protect him. He… needs to be trained.”

“Trained?” You voice strains in your throat, tightening with every word. “Didn’t you hear me? It’s too dangerous to let him follow that path!”

The Mandalorian faces you. “Danger is all he’s ever known.” He turns and begins to stalk away. “I was wrong to not follow my quest. I… must follow my creed.” He stops. “This is the way.”

“The way?” You race over to his side, staring up into that emotionless visor. “To give up a child that loves you? That you’ve called son?” You grab his arm. “Refuse him a happy, normal childhood?”

“His life with me is not normal. It’s no life for a child.”

“And- and life as a Jedi isn’t either!” your voice raises. “They aren’t allowed to express love- hold attachments!” You clench your fists, willing your breathing- and voice- to level back out. “That is no way for a child to be raised.”

“That is their way.” The Mandalorian rests a hand on a ladder rung. “And… this is mine.”

Blood explodes in your ear.

“How can you be so cold!”

The Mandalorian’s head shoots to you. 

“If you cared about him, you’d- you’d keep him- fight for him- love him every day- thank the Maker he’s there every morning when you wake up!” Furious tears sting the corners of your eyes, but you wipe them away with your sleeve- refusing to let them fall. “Grateful you have more than just your memories and dreams of him to hold!”

“I do care about him.” The Mandalorian’s voice cuts dangerously calm. “But unlike you, I can’t be selfish.” He steps forward, forcing you to take a step back. “Doing whatever I want; whatever I please.” He stops, his voice quieting. “I… I cannot give him what he needs. He… needs more than me.”

Selfish? Selfish?

The decaying stench of Nar Shaddaa wafts down the streets as you walk lower, deeper into the underbelly of the rotting city center. The tears have now dried on your cheeks, but you know the streaked mascara staining your cheeks will give their existence away. You will have to duck into the sink first before heading into your dilapidated apartment- you can’t let her see any evidence of your suffering.

It’s all for her, and that’s all that matters.

“You-” you swallow the lump cutting off your air, pressing your hands behind your back to hide their trembling- “You know nothing of my life! And frankly, you know nothing of me, Mandalorian.”

“I know enough.” His tone matches your still, quiet coldness. “You’d put your feelings and attachment over what’s best for him.”

“How can you say that while I stand here-” you jab at your side- “carrying scars I took for that child!” 

He takes a step forward, his hands raised almost as if in regret, but you cut him off.

“You sound just like a Jedi!” you shout. “Maybe you would be the perfect teacher for him!” 

His hands drop.

“I… will not dishonor him by denying him his way- his people.” He lowers his head to the floor, almost as if speaking to himself again. “I can’t let the way you are influence me.” 

“What is that supposed to mean?” you hiss, the blasting blood deafening in your ears.

“You make rash, impulsive, emotional decisions.” The Mandalorian’s words slice your heart, cutting you down to the core. 

“You never take the bigger picture into account, the greater implications of your actions. Some things are more important than you or I want.”

“What about what he wants? You’re his father!” you yell, giving up on restraint. “That is more important than anything!”

“He… he will forget.”

You blink.

“A child-” your voice drops, quiets- “never forgets love.” You shake your head, nausea brewing in your stomach. “How can you be so cold? So… callus?”

He scoffs at you.

“You’re being foolish.” 

He turns to leave.

“Mandalorian-” your eyes are on fire, burning- “You’re the only fool I see. You’ve been given a gift; do you know what I’d give to have that again?”

He stares you down.

“But- but because you’re scared- you’re scared of failing him- you want to just dump him off on the first Jedi that crawls into your path!” You shake your head, using every ounce of control to keep from exploding.

You fail. 

“You’re the one being selfish, Mando! A coward!”

“I’ve sacrificed everything for him.” His voice takes on that dangerous tone again- warning you with every word spoken. “I wouldn’t expect you to understand.” 

“I thought you were more than a heartless bounty hunter under all that armor-” you sneer, tapping a finger against his chest- “but I guess I was wrong!”

Silence.

“You were wrong to assume anything about me,” he rasps under his breath, leaning into you. “I don’t have to explain myself or any of my decisions to you. We’re done here.”

He jerks around, sweeping up into the cockpit of the ship

“And I’m- I’m sorry I ever assumed I could know you, trust you!” You shout from the base of the ladder, hands trembling against the rungs. “Y-you don’t deserve the light you have been given!”

You burst away from the ladder, racing straight into the sleeping quarters and slamming the doors closed. You slump down into the corner, clutching a pillow tightly against your chest.

The nightmares, the memories, the voices, echo- scream- in your ears…

“Mama!”

-------

You stare straight ahead.

Exhausted.

You’re… exhausted. Emotionally. Physically.

Just- exhausted.

Ever since the Mandalorian left with the child for Mos Pelgo, you’ve been stewing alone in the cockpit, trying to make sense of your tumultuous emotions.

You- you just don’t understand. How…?

You lean forward in the pilot’s seat, burying your face in your hands.

How could he-

“Mando?”

You gasp, tearing your head up. The blue hue of the holo-display showers the dark cockpit in twinkling light.

A man- a stranger- stands in the display.

“Answer the holo, Mando.” He places both hands on his hips. “It’s important.”

You blink.

Hesitantly, you reach forward, flicking on the switch.

“Hello?” you question.

The man stares at you, taking in your unexpected appearance.

“I need to speak with the Mandalorian.”

“He, uh, he’s not here, and I don’t know when he’ll be back.” You lean forward, raising an eyebrow. “Can I… give him a message?”

“I assume you’re the girl from Taek?”

You slowly nod.

Silence.

“I wasn’t going to talk with you about this-” he glances away, his voice lowering- “but it appears I have no choice… Do you know who I am?”

“Ah, no.” You lean back in the pilot’s seat. “Should I?”

“My name is Greef Karga-”

“Oh, yes!” you interrupt. “Cara’s spoken highly of you.”

“Then you know my line of business.” He takes a few steps to the side, as if considering his words. “I was just visited by three individuals that should be… of interest to the Mandalorian… and you.”

“Oh no,” you breathe. “Is this about Taek again? Stars! They- more trouble from Nar Shaddaa?”

Greef slowly crosses his arms. “Not exactly.”

You blink. “Then I don’t… understa-”

“They sought you.”

Your blood freezes.

You- you can’t breathe.

“I told them nothing, of course. I informed them the Guild had no files, no information whatsoever. That you had never been on our radar.” Greef leans forward, his voice falling low. “They left most displeased.”

“No- don’t tell me this.” You press your head down into your knees. “Don’t tell me this.”

“I suggest you tread carefully, my dear-”

You lift your head.

“-they were Mandalorian.”

-------

You slip around the corner of the stone building, sliding right past the dumpsters lining the Mos Eisley street. You tighten the scarf around your face as you tip-toe into an alley- jumping at any hint of movement like a Lothcat on spice.

“Stars,” you hiss, tightening your arms across your chest, collapsing in on yourself as you walk.

Your life-

-is a disaster.

But it’s your disaster, for you to face. You will not endanger the child, put anyone else in the line of fire. 

With Mandalorians after you… Leaving- running away- it’s your only choice.

A sob erupts, and you slap a hand across the scarf covering your lips, pushing against the fabric.

You can’t give in. Not now. Not now.

You sink down into the dirt, pressed up against the wall tucked back behind a stack of boxes.

Trembling… You can’t stop trembling.

Something hard presses into your leg, and you glance down.

Your staff…

Din.

You take it off your belt, pressing it against your cheek. Groaning, you slide your eyes closed.

You’re- you’re going to miss him. All of them. You- you-

You part your lips, all the pent-up fear and heartbreak and pain and frustration bleeding out in in one long wail, the tears flooding, drowning your cheeks.

You’re all alone.

You’re all alone again.

You’re all fucking alone.

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a/n: I know what you’re thinking: OH NO! I forgot to get wille-zarr a Christmas gift! 

No problem! You can leave me a comment instead lol!

But seriously, OH. MY. STARS. The comments on chapter 7- you have NO IDEA how that pushed me to write this. I’ll be honest, this chapter probably would have taken another 1-2 weeks to write if it wasn’t for the love and comments last chapter! I spent countless nights staying up till 3AM trying to get this done. Again, thank you so much. You have no idea what it means to me- your comments fuel my writing! I love hearing from my regular readers! 

Special thanks for @sana-katarn​, whose endless knowledge of Old Republic terminology I inquired of endlessly while writing… really this entire story! She’s actually the best.

Also, this story will NOT being following season two. At times (such as in this chapter), some events from chapter two may pop up. But not often at all.  We’re going  for an ✨original plot✨ here. ;)

One last thing before I move into season 2 finale spoilers: next chapter, the action/angst kicks up- AGAIN. Like wow, I am so excited for everyone to read it! Things are kicking into gear! (And don’t worry, we will see the Arvala family again very soon!)

SEASON 2 FINALE SPOILERS BELOW YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED: ------- Okay, so W O W. That finale. Let’s talk.

I am 100% serious, I had this chapter, the scene where Din and reader fight over the child training to be a Jedi, planned out WELL before the finale! So, imagine my shock that this chapter and that particular scene in the finale happened to fall so close together! I felt a bit bad leaving chapter 8 on a sad note so soon after the finale, but it couldn’t be avoided. So, I’ll just say: trust where I’m going with things! It’s going to be surprising- in a good way! :)

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Stories I've Written Based On Songs

Music goes hand-in-hand with my writing, as I'm always listening to it when I'm writing, and it has influenced and inspired my writing on many occasions. For anyone else who has a similar relationship between music and storytelling, here are all the stories I've written so far that have either been titled after or directly inspired by songs, along with the songs (and lyrics) that influenced them.

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DIN DJARIN

breakable heaven* completed • fem!reader Your last summer spent on your home planet brings you a whirlwind romance with a Mandalorian-to-be, making your future uncertain as you fight between feelings and your fate.

♫ Cruel Summer - Taylor Swift ♫

It's cool, that's what I tell 'em No rules in breakable heaven

the “heat” of the moment • reader The heat goes out on the Razor Crest and you’re the only one with an electric blanket to keep yourself warm.

♫ The Heat of the Moment - Asia ♫

It was the heat of the moment Telling me what my heart meant The heat of the moment showed in your eyes

everything i wanted • reader You’re trapped inside a Din x Omera love triangle, struggling to get to your lover who’s entranced with your new host.

♫ everything i wanted - Billie Eilish ♫

I had a dream I got everything I wanted

don’t blame me• reader In the weeks following your marriage, you and Din are desperate to make up for all the physical affection you’ve missed out on—leading you to do whatever you can wherever you can.

♫ Don't Blame Me - Taylor Swift ♫

Don't blame me, love made me crazy If it doesn't, you ain't doin' it right Lord, save me, my drug is my baby I'll be usin' for the rest of my life

said and done • reader With Din being injured from a past fight, you’re the one in charge of the hunts for now—and Din realizes he likes having you in control.

♫ God is a woman - Ariana Grande ♫

You, you love it how I move you You love it how I touch you My one, when all is said and done You'll believe God is a woman

next to you • reader It’s been long enough since Din’s promised return for you to assume that he didn’t make it, and now you yearn for the life that could’ve been.

♫ Lay Me Down - Sam Smith ♫

Yes, I do, I believe That one day I will be where I was Right there, right next to you

touch it softly • reader When you invite Din to play with your hair, you both get a little more than lost in the moment.

♫ my hair - Ariana Grande ♫

Said I'ma give you some instructions That you can't be scared to try I want you to touch it softly Like the way you do my mind

ni ceta par gar (i kneel for you)* • reader When Mando needs emotional release, you seek to fulfill your pining by offering something neither one of you can resist—something that could change everything.

♫ bad idea - Ariana Grande ♫

I got a bad idea (uh-huh) Yeah, I'ma call you over here to numb the pain (Ari-Chan) I got a bad idea (uh-huh) Forget about it, yeah, forget about him, yeah Forget about me

in my head • reader The thought of Din plagues your mind—and it won’t be long until it’s forced onto your lips.

♫ Streets - Doja Cat ♫

I can't sleep no more In my head, we belong And I can't be without you Why can't I find no one like you?

stay • omera Din wrestles with his feelings for Omera and tries to tell her how she feels—but has to let her in first.

♫ The Archer - Taylor Swift ♫

I've been the archer I've been the prey Who could ever leave me, darling? But who could stay?

favorite crime • reader When your ex-partner-in-crime and past lover enters your life again, you find yourself looking back on fond memories with a tremendous desire to chase them again.

♫ favorite crime - Olivia Rodrigo ♫

All the things I did Just so I could call you mine The things you did Well, I hope I was your favorite crime

bring me home • reader You reunite with your Mandalorian lover after a long separation and realize much has changed since you last him.

♫ Sweet Creature - Harry Styles ♫

Sweet creature, sweet creature Wherever I go, you bring me home

safety net • deaf!reader When you and Din are reunited after a hunt that goes longer than expected, your mutual feelings for each other finally bubble to the surface—regardless of the fears you’ve both buried deep within.

♫ safety net - Ariana Grande ♫

Tripping, falling with no safety net Boy, it must be something that you said Is it real this time or is it in my head? Got me tripping, falling with no safety net

selfish • reader Din, who’s helplessly in love with you, is forced to watch you and your partner until he’s forced to come to terms with his feelings.

♫ Woman - Harry Styles ♫

I'm selfish, I know But I don't ever want to see you with him I'm selfish, I know I told you, but I know you never listen

as it was • din djarin’s parents The living waters beneath Mandalore bring Din back to a place—and a people—he never thought he’d see again.

♫ As It Was - Harry Styles ♫

In this world, it's just us You know it's not the same as it was

people watching• grogu Observation was a skill Din Djarin had mastered for his own safety, but now it sets the scene for his very own destruction.

♫ People Watching - Conan Gray ♫

But I wanna feel all that love and emotion Be that attached to the person I'm holding Someday, I'll be falling without caution But for now, I'm only people watching

astronomy • reader Crossing paths with a seriously injured Din forces the two of you to come to terms with your relationship.

♫ Astronomy - Conan Gray ♫

As much as it seems like you own my heart It's astronomy, we're two worlds apart

fine line • reader Din tries his best to comfort you in the aftermath of your torturous capture.

♫ Fine Line - Harry Styles ♫

We'll be a fine line We'll be alright

takes one to know one • reader Bounty hunters aren’t supposed to fall in love and you were okay with that. So was the Mandalorian.

♫ cowboy like me - Taylor Swift ♫

Now you hang from my lips Like the Gardens of Babylon With your boots beneath my bed Forever is the sweetest con I've had some tricks up my sleeve Takes one to know one You're a cowboy like me

doomsday • reader You and Din are interrogated by Moff Gideon, who has quickly realized you’re the best weapon he has to use against the Mandalorian.

♫ doomsday - Lizzy McAlpine ♫

Doomsday is close at hand I'll book the marching band To play as you speak

right where you left me • reader Din reunites with you many years after your whirlwind romance for a mission you begrudgingly accept to help him with.

♫ right where you left me - Taylor Swift ♫

They expected me to find somewhere Some perspective, but I sat and stared Right where you left me

you hear me when i cry • reader You try to take a new lover after Din doesn’t make it on Nevarro—but he haunts your dreams every night.

♫ ghostin - Ariana Grande ♫

I know you hear me when I cry I try to hold it in at night While you're sleepin' next to me But it's your arms that I need this time (This time)

HUNTER

borrowed time • reader You can’t stop staring at Hunter during a mission, and little do you know just how distracting it is for both him and you.

♫ False God - Taylor Swift ♫

We might just get away with it The altar is my hips Even if it's a false god We'd still worship this love

rush • reader You and Hunter have to make a risky escape when the end of a mission goes sideways, though even an exit gone wrong has a bright side.

♫ Rush - Troye Sivan ♫

I feel the rush Addicted to your touch

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Merry Go Round of Life 2

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Part two of the Howl’s Moving Castle AU! There will still be a blend of movie and book in this chapter. Still no Din, but we do meet a couple others! (I’m very curious to see your guesses about the as-of-yet unnamed certain scarecrow.) 

This will eventually be a Din Djarin x f!reader.

Warnings: Nothing much. A little unspecified swearing. 

Chapter two: In which we meet a fire demon

You stood there for a moment, stunned into silence. What had just happened? Curse? What curse?

Shaking your head, you moved from behind the counter to go lock the door, only you couldn’t seem to walk as quickly. Indeed, you were almost… hobbling? Concerned now, you looked down at yourself. Was the ground closer or was it just you? 

And then you froze at the sight of your hands. Your hands were thick-knuckled, knobbly, wrinkly, with prominent veins. You blinked down at your own skin, confused for a moment, and then you rushed (as well as you could) towards the floor-length mirror you had set up for customers.

A little old lady stood in the mirror, in your blue dress, with white hair. She looked about ninety - a little hunched, knobbly all over, with wrinkles everywhere. You blinked, and the reflection blinked.

“Is that me?” you murmured out loud, and then jolted. Your voice didn’t sound right - a little more scratchy, something. It sounded off. You touched your fingers to the mirror and stared. The reflection was wearing your dress, so unless the mirror had been enchanted…

But no. She’d specifically said that you were under a curse.

“That’s really me, isn’t it?” you asked yourself. As the realization faded a bit, you felt oddly calm. Almost detached. With a low groan and a series of creaks and cracks, you hobbled over to the door to flip the sign to closed and lock the door. 

Well. This was… something.

You creaked and cracked and groaned your way up the stairs to your apartment. There were no wizards or witches in Kalevala, you knew this. So there would be no one to help you here. Which meant there was no point staying, honestly. Wizards were notoriously unreliable, from what you’d heard. You had no guarantee one would come even if you sent a letter begging them. 

So, clearly, the best choice was your next one: go find one. Surely if you found a wizard (or witch, you weren’t going to picky) one would help you, right? And of course there was still the mysterious wizard of the moving castle around, not far from Kalevala at all. Surely you could convince him to help. 

So you wrote a letter to Omera (in shaky handwriting that you had trouble reconciling as yours). As promised, you couldn’t write anything about the curse, and ended up wasting a few pieces of paper because of that. Finally, you gave up on that and simply wrote that you were taking a few weeks to travel for inspiration. 

Inspiration. Sure. Omera was going to read that and get half the town in an uproar. But it was the best you could do on such short notice.

That done, you gathered up some food and your favorite cloak. You locked your apartment, and sealed a spare key in with the letter to Omera, which you left on the shop counter. Omera had a key to the shop - she’d let herself in once someone realized you were gone.

(Someone would realize, right? Right. Of course.) 

With a faint wistfulness, you patted the shop door, and set off to find a wizard. Fortunately, though you’d aged quite a bit, you still seemed hale - your legs worked fine (after a few more cracks), and though you were slower than usual, you were able to get around just fine. 

The walk out of town to the hills was… something. It was odd. You’d left the town exactly once before, to visit your other sister Cara in the capitol once. But even then, you’d had transportation, and Omera beside you. Leaving on your own with nothing but your pack? It was frightening, and new, but somehow liberating. There was no expectation here. No inherited dress shop to run. No expectant clients to appease. No gossip to listen in on, or ignore. 

It was quiet.

Once out of town proper, you started climbing the hills. There were dirt roads up here for the farmers that lived out this way, and for now you just continued along those. You took a couple breaks, sitting on the side of the road to take a drink or eat a nibble, always turning to look back at Kalevala. 

“It doesn’t look so far away,” you muttered to yourself. “I could probably throw a stone into the nearest chimney!” 

Heaving yourself upright again, you started on again, until you spotted what looked like a stick. A walking stick, maybe. You could use one of those. 

Hobbling over, you grabbed the stick and managed to wrestle it free from the hedge along the road. Only it wasn’t a walking stick. It was some kind of scarecrow. You hefted it upright (with perhaps a muttered swear or two) and then squinted up at the scarecrow.

“Why is your head a turnip?” you asked, rhetorically. “Ah, well. Not a walking stick after all. Too bad, my friend. May you find a better field to stand in.” 

You continued on your way, grumbling a bit to yourself. It was getting late - the sun had not yet set, but it was low in the sky. Your daylight was limited, and you had no idea where you would bed down for the night. 

You stopped for supper on a low rock, sitting and stretching out your legs with a low groan. You could still see the town quite clearly. 

“All this walking and I’ve barely left home,” you grumbled. “This wizard had better be able to help me.” 

You gnawed on your food, stuck somewhere between melancholy, anger, and resignation. But you were far too stubborn to turn back now. After all, what did you have left to lose? Certainly not your good looks. You chortled at yourself for that. 

You had just gotten to your feet again when you spotted a likely-looking stick. Hobbling carefully over to it in the dimming light, you pulled a nice walking stick out of the hedge. It was a bit tall for you, but smooth and sturdy. 

“Now this is a fine find!” you muttered. “This will be a great help.” 

And with that you marched on. You were panting as you reached the top of the hill and you paused to look around. The land out here really was beautiful - rolling hills dotted with farms. Although you could see something moving towards you. Something big. Something big and grey and oddly bulbous, not very like a castle at all, actually. 

The wizard’s castle ground to a stop not far from you. It was odd, round where it shouldn’t be, not as tall as you expected, and an odd color. It was almost metallic, although surely it wasn’t actually made of metal. That would be preposterous. 

“Well, I wanted the wizard,” you told your stick. “I suppose I should go knock.” You started towards the castle, searching for a way in. There wasn’t one immediately apparent. It wasn’t until you hobbled around to the back that you found a door, and eagerly started towards it. 

The castle started moving.

“Will you slow down?” you gasped at the castle, hobbling as fast as you could. You managed to tap on the door with your stick, stumbling a bit and falling behind momentarily. With one desperate hop, you managed to grab the doorknob. Another hop and a skip got one foot on the doorframe, and you pushed the door open. Two more skipping steps got you in the castle, and the door slammed shut after you. 

Your first impression of the inside of the castle was… not favorable. While it wasn’t a total mess, it was cluttered. The large table in the center of the main room had objects strewn across it. More things lay on the floor, largely shoved into corners out of the way. (You didn’t quite dare to look too closely at these items.) A large fireplace dominated one wall, with a cushy armchair in front of it. Troubles momentarily forgotten, you made straight for the chair, sinking into it with a grateful groan. These old bones hurt more than you thought possible, but the warmth of the fire was slowly helping. 

“What a curious fire,” you mused to your walking stick. “Why, it’s almost got a face. Curious indeed what these wizards can do.”

“No wizard did this,” the fire snapped back at you. 

You blinked. The fire blinked back. There was a riot of bright red flames atop the face, and the face itself was vaguely feminine, all in yellow and orange with a touch of blue at the eyes. 

“The fire speaks?” you asked, sitting up straighter.

“Yes, the fire speaks,” the fire spoke. “The fire also has a name. You can call me Peli.” The fire puffed up a bit.

“Peli,” you repeated dutifully. You were still not convinced you were somehow hallucinating this. 

“So what brings you out here? Not many are willing to wander out so far away from the town, or so close to Tattooine.” Peli leaned forward a bit. 

“I’m seeking a wizard,” you told Peli. You noticed the logs in the grate were almost burned up, and leaned over to heft a new log into the fire.

“Oh that’s nice,” Peli hummed, settling in on the new log. “Why do you need a wizard? Oh, wait.” The fire looked you up and down, very obviously. “Aha! You’re under a curse, too!”

“I am,” you agreed. “What do you mean, too?”

“I am also under a curse,” Peli told you, lowering her voice. “But I can help you, if you help me.” 

“You can break my curse?” you asked, caught between eagerness and suspicion.

“‘Course I can!” Peli boasted. “I wasn’t always stuck to this grate, you know. I’m a very powerful fire demon.” 

“So I see.” You yawned. You couldn’t help it. You’d been traveling all day, the fire was warm and felt good on your old bones, the chair was comfortable enough.

“Hey. Hey! Will you help me or not?” Peli hissed.

“Alright,” you agreed, half-asleep. “I’ll help you, if you promise you’ll help me.”

You missed whatever Peli’s response was. Your head tipped back against the chair and you were out like a light.

[forever-rogue]

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The Mandalorian

Love your writing like a guilty pleasure.

“(Name)! Open the door! & “Tell me I’m wrong.”

It started angsty but ended soft 🥺💕

Din Djarin x Fem!Reader ; warnings: pregnancy

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You paced the room back and forth, trying to hold back your tears as you quickly tried to think of a plan - a what the kriff do I do now plan. Pausing, you stared out the window, slowly approaching the warm sunlight that was streaming in. It was peaceful - here on Sorgan - but you felt anything but that peace within your heart. A small sigh escaped your lips as leaned on the ledge and looked out the window. The sound of children playing and laughing met your ears and caused a panging in your heart. Your hand drifted to the ever so slight swell of your belly as you let out a heavy sigh; it wasn’t noticeable yet, at least not to the untrained eye, but soon it would be. 

You were never alone anymore, not with the small bean inside of you, but you’d never felt more alone than this. 

You missed him - your small adopted son that had gone away with the Jedi. You’d mourned his absence for a long time, despite the fact that you knew you’d be reunited with him again one day. This was for the best-  this had always been the ending and you’d known it. It hadn’t made letting him go any easier. 

You missed Din too. Things hadn’t been the same since he’d parted ways with his son. You knew it would be hard, as had he, but neither of you expected it would be quite this difficult. He hadn’t been the same since, retreating further and further into himself and always from you. Watching your riduur become so reclusive and quiet was enough to break your heart, and despite your best efforts, it seemed like he was never going to snap out of it. 

You had tried your best to make sure he knew he was loved, that Grogu was loved too and that he would be okay, and that one day your family would be reunited. You were sure of it; Grogu might have been gone, but it wasn’t forever only temporary. But it hadn’t seemed to matter to Din either way. 

He was in a perpetual state of just existing, and you’d dragged him here, back to Sorgan, a place he loved and found comforting, in an attempt to make him feel better. Maybe a getaway from everything would do him so good. 

“What is your plan now? You can’t keep hiding away and shutting the world out, Mandalorian.” you had stilled at Omera’s words, frozen as you wondered what your riduur would say; it was clearly a private conversation, and you knew you should walk away, but found yourself unable. 

“I don’t know,” he admitted quietly, “but I know I’m going on by myself. I can’t have anyone around me anymore. It does them no good.”

“What of your wife?” Omera seemed as surprised as you felt, and almost gave yourself away when a small sound of surprise left your lips, “and your unborn child? Surely you would not abandon them.”

“My wife will be much better off without me - she’s never needed me. It’s always been the other way around,” he sighed, “she will get over me and find another. There is no child - it is not a concern.”

“And if there was?” despite not having told Omera about your recently discovered pregnancy, she must have put the pieces together. She was a mother as well after all.

“They would both be better off without me,” he insisted, “once we leave this place, I will ensure her safety and then I will make my own way.”

“That is as selfish as it is cruel,” the woman scoffed at him, “this is not the time to be a hero or a coward, or whatever you want to call it. She is your wife, she loves you more than anything, and yet you want to run simply because you’re scared.”

“It is…”

But you’d heard enough, feeling sick to your stomach as you turned on your heel and ran away, making a loud sound as you almost tripped over your feet. They surely knew you were there now.

“Cyare-” you heard Din call after you as you kept running, running, running. Just like he planned to do.

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“We’ll figure it out little one,” you whispered gently to your small bump, “even if it’s just the two of us. We’ll be okay - I will always protect you.”

“Cyare! Open the door!” Din’s voice was loud as he knocked on the door once he realized it was locked. You froze in fear before wiping away your tears and squaring your shoulders, “kriff, open the damned door. We need to talk.”

“Go away,” you sighed at him, feeling anything but in the mood to do this right now, “please just leave. What does it matter anyway? You were just going to do that anyway.”

“Don’t do this,” he said softly as you scoffed, “please let me explain. Please talk to me.”

“I heard what you said to Omera,” you told him, venom lacing your every word, “so you might as well just leave. That’s what you wanted, right? Tell me I’m wrong, Din. Tell me.”

“Open the door so we can talk,” he sounded almost defeated, and while you wanted to shut him out and have him feel the same hurt you had been experiencing, you wouldn’t - and couldn’t do that to him, “please, Cyare.”

Wordlessly, you walked to the door and slowly opened it, and turned around, your back to him. He quickly shut the door behind him, and within seconds, the beskar helmet was off and set on the table as he reached out for you. It was hard to contain your tears as you found him looking back at you with the same expression. 

“You hurt me Din,” you finally managed to say after a few moments, not even fighting back the tears that had rolled down your cheeks, “and I know things have been hard, very hard for you, for us, but I’ve been trying and trying to get you to understand how much I love you and that we will be alright. But nothing seems to be working, and you just shut me out completely. I love you, Din, you’re my husband, my friend, my partner, but I don’t know what to do at this point.”

“I know,” he admitted as he hung his head in defeat, “I know I have not been good to you lately. With...everything that happened...it hurt me more than I thought it would.”

“And it’s okay to hurt,” you reminded him, “I’ve told you, and you’re not the only hurting. It hurt me too, and to see you like this hurts me too. But it will be okay - we will be okay. We’ll have our son again, and until then we have each other. I will always love, and nothing will change that.”

“I just...I don’t want to have something like this happen to you too,” he was sniffling now and despite the hurt and pain you were feeling, you reached up and put your hand on his cheek, “I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you.”

“And yet you were so ready to just up and leave me.” you laughed at lightly, understanding his internal dilemma, despite how much you wanted to be mad, “you should have just talked to me, Din.”

“I know,” he agreed, “I just...want to keep you safe. Always. You are the most important thing to me. I should have told you from the start…”

“Yeah,” you laughed lightly through your tears as he offered a pathetic little smile, “we can talk about anything, you know that. Always - the good and the bad. We’re in this together for life. Silly husband...you know where I’m safest, right?”

“Hmm?”

“At your side, with you,” you reminded him, “together we’re unstoppable and we can do anything. Look at all we’ve done so far, and we have so many things left to do. Together.”

“I don’t know why I didn’t just listen to you in the first place,” he took your hand and gave it a gentle squeeze before pressing a kiss to your knuckles, “I just...I got scared and I didn’t know if you’d…”

“Nothing can ever change how much I love you,” you reminded him, “nothing. You have me always. Through all the hard time and easy times, and everything in between. You are a good man, Din Djarin, and you’ve always done the right thing, even if it’s not easy. What we did was what we had to do, but it won’t always be like this, we both know that. I know it still hurts though but it will get easier. We know he’s in a good place, and when we see him again it will be like no time has passed.”

“I love you,” he whispered softly before he completely broke and pulled you into his warms, wrapping them tightly around you. It didn’t take more than a moment for you to respond in kind, holding him tightly as you pressed a few kisses to the side of his head, “thank you for not giving up on me. I know I’m not always the easiest man to deal with.”

“No, you are not,” you agreed, “but I love you beyond measure, just as you love me. I will never give up on you. You know that.”

“I do,” he promised as he pulled back and held your face in his hands before kissing you gently, letting his lips linger against yours, “I’ve always known that, even if I apparently didn’t realize it.”

“Silly husband,” you beamed at him. It was at that moment, seeing the soft look in those brown eyes that you adored that you decided to share your secret with him, “there’s one more thing, Din Djarin.”

“Hmm?” he hummed as you ghosted your lips over his.

“It’s not just me that adores you to the ends of the galaxy,” you gently took one of his hands and placed it on the small swell of your belly, “it’s the two of us.”

His eyes practically lit up at your words and the small bump he could feel. He looked at you, silently asking if it was real as you nodded. Unable to stop himself, he kissed you deeply, taking a moment to soak it all in, “we’re having a baby...us...we…”

“Yes,” you confirmed with a teary smile of your own, “we’re having a baby. And you know what else - this baby and I love you very, very much.”

“I love you,” he agreed, “a clan of three…”

“No,” you shook your head with a wistful smile as he realized what you meant, “a clan of four. Grogu will always be our son too, Din. He knows that too.”

“A clan of four,” he repeated as he squeezed you tightly, “I love you all so much.”

“And we love you, Din Djarin. Always."

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Sherrstoy

Sherrstoy: Lust for life

Rating: 18+ (minors take a hike)

Warnings: language, confrontations, confessions, jealous!Din, soft!Din, S1 and S2 spoilers (kind of)

Word count: ~1.7K

Pairing: (eventually!!!) Din Djarin x F!reader

Summary: Two Mandalorians and a Sheriff walk into a bar...

A/N: Hey babes! This is part of the #mandomay2021 prompt list. I have officially lost count, because I am off, I think? Oh, also, in this house Cara Dune is not affiliated with g*na. She's not a POS, and very much an ally. Anyway: Enjoy 💕

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You watched with a grimace as Cara tipped back another glass. You had lost count of how many drinks the ex-Shock Trooper had downed, and you were in awe that she still seemed coherent. After a brief moment of hesitation at the start of the evening, you had slid your helmet off and decided to match her drink for drink.

When you were afraid you’d lost your eyesight, you cut yourself off, and could only watch with trepidation as she kept going. You sipped your water, wondering if Din ever let his guard down like this, but almost snorted in response to your own thoughts. Of course, he didn’t. He was the most guarded person you’d ever met.

“That’s when the AT-ST stepped in the hole, and we came up out of that vaping krill water. It smelled about as good as you’d expect. Ole buckethead there would’ve done anything for Omera though.” Cara finished with a laugh, and drained her cup. She motioned for the waitress to come back around, and hadn’t noticed your mood change.

Who was Omera? The insidious voice you’d all but managed to quell squeaked from your depths.

If you hadn’t sobered up a bit, you wouldn’t have noticed Din stiffen beside you.

“Well, I think you fared pretty well from our Sorgan dealings.” Din told Cara in a gruff voice. She laughed.

“Before or after you tried to get us all killed by Moff Gideon? Twice?” She was pointing at him, but had a mischievous twinkle in her eye. For all her blustering, you could tell she was fond of Din. She even seemed fond of his adoptive son, asking all about the trip to Dagobah.

“Not my first choice, Dune.” He retorted quietly. You simply tried to follow their conversation. You didn’t know half the people, or places, they discussed. You didn’t know much about Din, you were beginning to realize.

Cara waved him off, and accepted her next cup.

“You wouldn’t believe the mess we had to clean up here,” She began, turning her attention back to you. “This town was trashed. We’re still  cleaning up now! That’s not even the worst of it. Thought we’d all die on that Star Destroyer, gunned down by those Dark Troopers, or worse, the laser sword. Couldn’t get out of there fast enough.” Cara told you conspiratorially.

“I can’t imagine Luke in action.” You muttered, wondering what his jetii’kad looked like in action. You felt Din tense again, and wondered why.

“He was a whirl of green. He sliced through those bots like bantha butter.”

“It seems Jedi are quite skilled.” Din interjected, and you noted the bitter tone.

“That’s right, you mentioned having met another. What were they like?” You asked, trying to discern his mood. He only grunted in response. Cara waggled her eyebrows and asked for two more drinks, before you could reject it. She slid you the cup, and you tipped it back. The rushing liquid leaving a harsh burning in your throat, and a new warmth in your belly.

“I think it’s time to pack up.” Din told Cara, and she sighed deeply.

“You never come out anymore, Mando.”

“I’ve never come out before.” He deadpanned.

“We’ll always have Sorgan.” She told him wistfully.

“You drank enough for the whole village, then.” He told her, harshly. She only laughed.

“May the Force be with you.” She said with a hint of laughter, and Din left quickly. You followed, tossing a small wave over your shoulder.

~~~

“That was irresponsible.” Din muttered through a clenched jaw. You shrugged, dropping your helmet.. The rest of the armor followed. He pulled his helmet off, and you could see his twitching eye.

“Oh calm down. No one was going to try anything. Dune has whipped this town into shape.” You told him, sitting down heavily on a crate. The cargo hold seemed to be spinning.

“Regardless.” His lips remained tight, and his jaw was trembling from the tension. So, he was pissed pissed. You waved him off, knowing it would likely make him madder. A low growl was his only response.

“I don’t see what the problem is, Din.” You said with a heavy sigh. The room was spinning less, but you knew you’d be in for it in the morning. The dull ache of a headache was already starting to form. When he hadn’t answered, you looked up to him. He was seething. “What? What was so bad?” You asked again, almost incredulous.

“What was that about?” He asked, and you didn’t miss his hands clenching and unclenching from fists by his side.

“What was what about?” You asked again. Your exasperation was sobering you quickly.

“Luke.” The name fell snarled from his lips, like it was ripped from him. You knit your eyebrows together.

“Luke Skywalker?” You echoed, throat dry from the drinking. Din didn’t explain any further. “You’re going to have to say something. I have no idea what Luke has to do with this...” You gestured to him, and you could feel the anger rolling off of him.

You felt the air change before you noticed why. The air felt less hazardous, and more anxious. You raked your eyes over his face in search of answers. You weren’t met with blind rage, as you were before. This time it was panic. This time you recognized the bitter feeling.

“Are you jealous, Din?” He seemed to sag under the weight of the confession, pain settling into his dark eyes. The red light of the hold flushed over you, and you wished you could see him without the harsh lights. You stood from the crate and walked to him. He tensed under your scrutiny, and again, when you laid a hand on his arm.

“How could you possibly be jealous? Half that conversation was about your ex.” You scolded, playfully, trying to lift the mood. It didn’t. Something else bubbled into the tension.

“What?” His voice was soft, but his tone was harsh.

“Omera? Your ex, I thought.” You answered with a shrug, not trying to seem too bothered. You’d had partners before. Clumsy and inexperienced,  but lovers all the same. He exhaled sharply.

“She wasn’t anything.” He told you, but you could feel something else under the words. A half-truth, a placation he’d told himself, maybe.

“Liar.” You whispered back to him, and he inhaled deeply.

“She could have been everything, but she wasn’t anything.” The words should have been a comfort, but Din was looking through you, as if you weren’t there. You jerked your hand away from his arm. You couldn’t hide the hurt on your face.

“Well, I promise nothing like that is going on with Luke.” You managed, hoping the venom in your tone was enough to sting him. It was. He winced, and reached for you. In one last petty act, you moved out of his reach, and you watched his face fall as his arm returned to his side.

“You misunderstand. For so long, I was just jumping from job to job. Trying to make credits for the foundlings. Trying to make a suit of armor. I was...someone else. I found the kid, and there are some hard truths about myself that I learned the hard way. Sorgan was the first time I allowed myself to sit still. I did it for selfish reasons, but I saw another life there. A better life, for the kid. I made the choice for myself, before we had to leave, like Cara mentioned. Omera wanted me to stay. She asked me to put this part of myself away. It was this life that I had never imagined for myself. It was so domestic, mesh’la. It was tempting. But, I turned her down. My sherrstoy was too large for the small village. Getting fat on krill and spotchka in a backwater skughole, that’s not me. Even before the kid. Especially after the kid. I’m glad I’m not being hunted, but I don’t want to…” He paused, searching for the right words.

“Miss the galaxy?” You added, feeling your chest tighten as he nodded. You had been grappling with those same feelings for some time. You wondered constantly if you should have just stayed on Jelucan. You felt every word of his speech reverberating through your body. Every hesitation of his lit you on fire. Domesticity had been bled from him, as it had from you. As much as you wanted to give up, settle down somewhere, and feel a soft breeze across your face, you knew that there was a part of you that would never be content to do so. It was the manda driving you forward, putting one boot in front of the other, pushing you further than you thought you would go.

You mulled with his word choice, a sherrstoy, a lust for life. It was perfect. It was an answer, but it was also a question.

“I don’t want to miss it either, Din.” You told him gently. “I don’t think about anyone the way I think about you. You’re something else entirely. I wouldn’t let you leave, but I wouldn’t make you stay.” You rested your hand on his cheek, and he pushed into your hand.

You wanted to remember him like this. Pupils blown out, staring at you like you were made of stars and if he reached out to touch you, you’d disappear. His scruff tickled your fingers, and his messy hair framed his awe-stricken face. You didn’t need a map to read his heart, it was written there on his face. He’d chase you, if you ever left.

It was hard to give yourself like this. It was hard to slow your racing heart. Neither of you knew what you were doing, that much was clear. It was messing with your head, the way you had interlaced so easily with him. It hadn’t been long, a few weeks, but you’d fallen hard for the man before you.

You reached up, up on tip-toe, to place a gentle kiss on his lips. He snaked his arms around your waist and hungrily deepened the kiss.

[lunasblipsandblurbs]

Soft Fluff: It’s bad weather outside so you stay inside the Razor Crest with Din and all you do is spoon under thick blankets

Also for some reason I thought of Agent Whiskey,,, and I feel like he would cuddle with you next to a fire place and call you “ Darlin’ “ or something (while smiling like an idiot)

Did I do the soft fluff ask right? Is this how it works-

Oh this is so cozy and soft you did it exactly right bby

*Gender Neutral reader

(Gif is not mine credit goes to the artist who created it)

With Din this happens usually right after he turns in a bounty. He's going to trysge his way back to the crest with five other fobs rattling in his pocket...but those can wait. He's exhausted and all he needs right now is his son and you. By the time he makes it back into the crest you are resting with the baby already. This is nothing new between you and Din it's essentially a routine. He's gonna stop you before you tuck Grogu up in his hammock above you, totally content with resting in complete darkness with you curled to his side and his sun sleeping and drooling on his chest.

(Also i miss soft but strong characters like Omera and Frog Lady)

(Gif is not mine credit goes to the artist who created it)

With Whiskey its often most likely happening on a major date for you two. He takes off for anniversaries, holidays, and each of your birthdays besides that he's extremely busy. So plenty of times while you two are off in a secluded ranch style air bnb, you will trudge out of the shower to Jack cheesily smiling at you with a blanket just covering his lower torso. "Howdy sugar, would be a shame to keep your cowboy waiting."