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newpathwrites · 1 year ago

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Chapter 8 - Confessions

Karga took a moment to ruminate over this information, the concept of not feeling attracted to anyone ever or practicing physical intimacy as a non sexual act being very foreign concepts. But he was just so happy that Mando finally shared something real with him that he could easily accept this even if his brain couldn’t fully process it. Finally, he responded. “And you’re happy with this arrangement?”

Din smiled under the helmet, despite the heat of his face, still burning with self-consciousness, completely unused to speaking of such things. “Yeah,” he said wistfully. “I’m happy… happier than I’ve ever been, honestly.”

Summary: Din and Cyar’ika each discuss their relationship and orientation with friends.

Note: My intention for this main storyline is for the relationship to remain sex-free forever. However, one thing I wanted to do in this fic was dispel a few myths about asexuality, which is why you’ll see that I’ve subtly left the option open for them to explore sexual intimacy at some point if they ever wanted to. Asexual people may choose to take part in sexual activities for all kinds of reasons despite a lack of sexual attraction - for these two, the reasons might be curiosity or finding new ways to enjoy physical closeness, for example. So the option is there, though I don’t intend for them to ever take it.

I will eventually post an alternate storyline which diverges from here where they do decide to explore this possibility in a very thoughtful and intentional way. You can read it on AO3 here.

Warnings: Alcohol, sexual references, non-sexual nudity (sort of).

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Din Djarin and Boba Fett were really cut of the same cloth it seemed, each eternally in debt to the other for every little favor, the cycle never ending. And so you found yourself again on Tatooine, Boba having insisted on accompanying Din to Nevarro when Greef Karga and Cara Dune called for assistance with an undisclosed problem (or rather, undisclosed to you). Both Din and Boba were adamant that your services were not needed and that you should spend a few days relaxing at the palace with Fennec until their return. You hoped their secrecy was a matter of limiting exchange of sensitive information and not one of expected danger.

You and Din would be separated for only a few days most likely, but you realized that you’d never spent more than one standard day apart in the entire history of your partnership. You would have thought nothing of that a year ago, but now that separation was a bit bothersome.

After recovering from the emotional ups and downs of the duel with Bo-Katan and its unexpected impact on your marriage, things had finally settled back into some sense of normalcy. As usual, while out in public, nobody would think that the two of you were anything more than business partners, often taking separate jobs and keeping professional distance, though among friends, your attachment to each other had become even more obvious, easily falling into habitual affection around those you trusted. At night in your own bed, you continued to enjoy physical closeness and the occasional kissing session, and the issue of sex had not come up again, both of you very content and comfortable with the status of your not-quite-platonic, not-quite-romantic relationship.

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It had taken most of the afternoon, but the weapons and supplies were loaded, and it was time for the two armored men to head out. Boba and Fennec clearly couldn’t take a hint, not understanding your pointed glare, silently asking them to give you and Din some privacy to say your farewells. You gave up on them and decided to work on Din instead, only to find him staring pointedly at you and turning his visor slightly to the side, apparently asking you to join him in another part of the hangar.

The helmet was off the moment you were out of their sights, and his forehead came to rest on yours. “I’m going to miss you, cyar’ika. I don’t think I’ve ever been away from you this long before.”

You sighed. “It’s only a few days, Din. I’ll be here waiting when you get back.” You leaned in to kiss him once chastely before the helmet went back on as Fennec unexpectedly rounded the corner.

“Hey, Djarin… DANK FARRIK, SORRY!”

Fennec immediately turned around to give Din privacy as he whipped his head in the opposite direction to replace the helmet, leaving you standing awkwardly in between them, both of their backs to you. Finally, Din’s modulated voice came through. “It’s fine, Fennec. You can turn around.”

“Boba sent me to get you - he’s ready to go.” If Fennec was embarrassed by the situation, she didn’t show it, stoic as ever.

“He’ll be right there. Just give us a minute,” you told her, face burning from having been caught. She gave you an amused smirk as she turned to walk away.

Once she was gone, you pushed the visor up enough to place a brief kiss to his lips. “I love you. Stay safe.”

“I always am, cyar’ika. I love you, too.” And with that, he was off, cape billowing behind him.

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Fennec turned out to be an excellent host, showing you many of the hidden gems in Mos Espa and even agreeing to accompany you on a day trip to check up on Freetown. Still, she didn’t hover and left you often enough to your own devices to rest and recharge, much needed after a long string of difficult jobs.

Not once did she bring up the ‘kissing incident’, and you thanked the Maker for that. The embarrassment, which had plagued your every waking moment since, was finally starting to fade from your psyche. It seemed Fennec had forgotten all about it. But alas, you were not so fortunate…

A rap at the door to your temporary quarters roused you from your lazy, evening contemplation. “Hey, it’s our last night without the men!” Fennec held an expensive-looking bottle of liquor in front of your face. “I’ve got questions. Come on,” she ordered with a turn of her head, gesturing for you to follow. Not having the energy to refuse the formidable woman at this hour, you acquiesced and allowed her to lead you to her own quarters.

You fell into easy conversation as the alcohol warmed your system, but once Fennec had adequately loosened your tongue, the real inquisition began.

“So,” she started, “You and Mando… kissing… and acting very… ‘couple-ish’… When did that happen?”

Between the alcohol warming your skin and sudden, overwhelming self-consciousness, it felt like your whole body was on fire. Should you take the bait? Probably not. But you kind of wanted to talk about it… or maybe that was just the alcohol…

Anyway, your mouth was faster than your brain. “The kissing has been going on for awhile,” you rushed out, “since before the last time we were here in Tatooine. It’s nice.” You shrugged, trying to pass it off as if it was no big deal.

“Nice, huh? You two behave more and more like a happily married couple in love.” Fennec smirked.

You might just burst into flames - you hated this kind of attention. “Well,” you answered meekly, “We are a married couple, I am happy, and I do love him.” There, successfully circumvented the issue - or so thought your alcohol-addled brain.

“No, no, no… I think you are in love with him. And he is in love with you.” Fennec sat back in her chair, satisfied that she’d pegged you correctly. “Maker above!” she suddenly exclaimed, sitting up straight again and looking directly into your face. ”Did you two have sex?” She slapped the table in glee. “I knew it was just a matter of time!”

You wished you could literally just sink into the floor and forget this night ever happened. As much as you were comfortable with Din, discussing such things with anyone else was incredibly disconcerting. Still, you sort of appreciated the opportunity to get another female perspective on your unconventional arrangement. You mentally steeled yourself and attempted to release the butterflies gathering in your stomach.

Deep breath. “This is a little weird for me to talk about… Yes, things are different between us, but not… that different.”

Fennec, to her credit, became more earnestly curious and shook off a bit of her inebriated mocking, now recognizing your discomfort. “So what has changed then? The last time you were here, you were pretty adamant that your relationship was entirely platonic. I’ve always wondered how you two were so close without venturing into other territory…”

Kriff, explaining this would require some backstory. “Okay, so first… Din and I aren’t like most people. Neither of us has ever felt attracted to anyone that way or had any sort of committed relationship in our adult lives. I’ve loved him deeply for a long time, but truly, it was platonic, as hard as that is for people to believe.”

“Hmm… I get it, I think,” Fennec replied thoughtfully. “I can relate to not feeling romantically attracted at least - I’ve never wanted that.”

You grinned at her, glad to find that someone understood at least part of this, and continued. “The marriage, knowing his face, being allowed to touch him without the armor - somehow it changed things. It was slow, but the more we connected face to face and the more we got accustomed to physical intimacy, we both found that we craved being close to each other. But still, neither of us wants sex - it’s just not how we are. And although we’re committed and love each other in a way that’s not strictly platonic, it’s really not quite romantic, either. It’s difficult to explain. We’ve stopped trying to label it and just let it be.”

Fennec thought on this a moment before continuing her interrogation. “Okay… so, if you don’t mind me asking, where do you both draw the line? Kissing usually leads to other things…”

Stars, now you were really diving in. “Well, since neither of us is inclined toward those other things, that’s generally not an issue. Pretty much anything goes with the kissing - we just really enjoy the sensations and closeness I guess. It really doesn’t get heated, even when… you know… tongues are involved… It’s not foreplay - just kissing for kissing’s sake. We do a lot of cuddling and touching, too… more so, actually… but always over clothing and sticking to neutral areas. It might sound weird to you, but it works well for us… It’s been very enjoyable…”

Fennec stared at you a long moment before speaking again. “I’ll be honest… it does sound weird to me… But if it works for you, then that’s all that matters.” A smirk appeared across her face. “You said it ‘generally’ doesn’t lead to other things… so does that mean it has at some point?”

You could feel your face heating up again. You took a deep breath and pushed on. “Before the duel with Bo-Katan… We were terrified, emotional… It felt like our last moments together, and things started to get… out of hand… I stopped it before it got too far. We weren’t thinking clearly, and I couldn’t bear the possibility of regret… It was the right decision. Once the adrenaline wore off, that desire was gone.”

“Do you think you’ll ever go there?” Fennec asked earnestly.

“I don’t know, honestly. I have curiosity about whether it could be a better experience with him - I trust him more than I’ve trusted anyone in my entire life. And Din has expressed interest in trying it if I ever wanted to. But I’ve got so much trauma from my previous relationship, and I don’t want to associate Din with that in any way. Maybe I’ll feel differently someday, but for now, it’s off the table, and we’re both fine with that.”

Fennec looked thoughtful, dropping the tough facade for a moment. “Well, that’s fair. Thanks for indulging my questions. Just tell me one more thing… You really are happy? Because I’ve known Mando for a long time, and he’s been different since you came along. I didn’t know he was even capable of happiness, but that’s the read I get on him now… Quite an accomplishment on your part I think.”

You felt a few tears sting your eyes at her kind words. “Thanks, Fennec… Yeah, I’m happy, too.”

“Okay, now that I’ve satisfied my curiosity about your relationship,” she leaned forward and placed both palms flat on the table with a wicked glint in her eye, “Is he as easy on the eyes without the helmet as he is with it on? I’ve only ever seen the back of his head.”

“Oh, Fennec… you have no idea…”

She took another swig, giving you a mock salute. “Good for you, my friend.”

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Though Din was anxious to get back to Tatooine… and you… he couldn’t pass up the offer to spend an evening catching up with his old friends, such opportunities so rare for people like them in this lonely galaxy. Boba, on the other hand, was rather interested in the baths he kept hearing Karga go on about and decided to have a visit there himself before the long flight back home.

Two full bottles of spotchka later, and working on a third between the three of them, Din was relaxed and pleasantly buzzed.

“You know, Mando, you really should consider it. The baths might be just what you need to relieve all of that… tension.”

“I’m not tense. I’m fine,” Din replied good-naturedly.

Cara groaned. “Please, give it up, Greef. The man doesn’t even take his gloves off in public. He’s obviously not going to strip naked at the baths.” She took another long swig. “Besides, he can take care of the tension in the comfort of his own bed with his beautiful wife,” she added.

Karga grumbled under his breath with a raise of his eyebrow, “I’m not so sure he can…”

“Greef!” Din reprimanded him lamely, the alcohol removing the intended bite from his tone.

“Wait… what is this about?” Cara asked, sidling up to the table and looking between the two men. “Is everything all right, Din? You two seemed happy the last time we saw you.”

“We were… we are…” Din started, slow to formulate an appropriate response.

Karga, inhibitions lost, cut him off, blurting out in an unintentionally loud whisper in Cara’s direction, “They’ve never had sex!”

Din didn’t respond, frozen in embarrassment, visor pointed down at the table, his silence speaking volumes.

Cara spoke first, her voice incredulous. “Seriously? But you two are so close…. You share a bed…” Cara stopped herself abruptly and shook her head, taking in his withering posture, clearly uncomfortable. “I’m sorry. It’s none of our business.”

He really shouldn’t discuss this without talking to you, right? But these were his best, and really only, close friends. He’d had to hide so many parts of himself from them. Maybe this - his connection to you - was something he could share.

Din cleared his throat awkwardly. “It’s okay… We have an unconventional relationship. We, uhhh… touch a lot… and enjoy kissing… but neither of us wants a sexual relationship.”

Now Karga was incredulous. “How do you touch and kiss and share a bed and… not give in to temptation?” He took another drink, adding under his breath, “You are a stronger man than I, Mando.”

Sincerely wanting to be understood, Din countered, “There has never been temptation… I really don’t experience that like most people, and neither does she. Things did slowly change after we got married and the beskar was no longer a barrier between us, though. We connected in a more intimate way, I guess, and we both found we enjoyed… physical closeness… but not the sexual kind. We just don’t feel that.”

Cara was thoughtful. “Hmm… I didn’t realize not feeling that was possible. I figured it was a natural response. Doesn’t biology… you know… ‘do its thing’ once in a while?”

Din’s face was growing more flushed by the second under the helmet, but he tried hard not to act as flustered as he felt. “No, not usually. There’s still biological needs, but I prefer to handle those myself than with another person. We’ve both had sex before, when we were younger, but since it was never something either of us enjoyed, there’s really no draw to it, even when we’re doing physically intimate things. Those things aren’t arousing for us - just ‘nice for the senses’ as she puts it.”

“You sound like a man in love,” Cara’s voice betrayed her typically stoic nature, so pleased to know that her rough but unexpectedly kind friend had found some happiness.

Din replied with emotion, voice cracking a bit, as the alcohol made his thoughts of you even softer than usual, “I’ve loved her… like a close friend… or like family… for years. It feels different now, more committed and more intimate… but I’m not in love with her in the romantic sense. I don’t think either of us is capable of that - or even knows what it should feel like. I wish there was a word to explain it - it’s not platonic, as I feel for both of you, for example, but it’s not quite romantic, either.”

Cara smiled as she stood up from the table and placed a hand on his shoulder. “Well, I should hit the sheets. I’ve got work tomorrow. However you define it, I’m really happy for you, Din. You seem different with her - calmer… at peace… and you deserve that.”

He briefly touched the back of her hand with his gloved fingers, as he replied genuinely, “Thanks, Cara. I mean it.”

Once the door shut behind her, Karga cleared his throat loudly. “All right… I have a follow-up question. I understand if you prefer not to answer…” Din nodded for him to continue. “You said it usually doesn’t get heated, which suggests that at some point it has…”

Din cleared his throat uncomfortably but replied honestly. “Before the fight with Bo-Katan… We were both sure I was about to die… It felt like I couldn’t get close enough to satisfy my last moments with her…” Din’s voice was becoming strained, and Karga put a hand on his shoulder in comfort. “The adrenaline probably… led me to initiate some things… But she had her head on straight enough to stop it… It’s the only time either of us has ever felt true sexual desire, but it didn’t last once the adrenaline wore off, and it would have been a mistake. She has so much trauma, and I could never have forgiven myself if I’d contributed to that. She’s told me not to feel guilty, but the shame of having initiated it at all still keeps me up some nights.”

“Din,” Karga used his given name to convey his seriousness. “You did nothing wrong. It sounds like the confusion was mutual… and a very normal human response, by the way... You need to let go of this guilt.” Din relaxed slightly but didn’t look entirely convinced. Karga pressed on, still worried at the tone of this typically self-assured warrior. “Tell me - was she upset about it?”

Din answered quickly, “No, not at all.” He even managed a chuckle. “She was as kind and level-headed about it as she is about everything else. We talked about it the next morning. She’s not ready for that and likely won’t ever be… And I’m honestly indifferent. I’m curious what it could be like with someone I trust the way I do her. But I don’t need to satisfy that curiosity. I’m happy with our relationship as it is. If she ever changes her mind, then maybe it’s a possibility.”

“Well, Mando, despite its… oddness… your relationship is… enviable…. Men like us don’t often have the opportunity to be close to someone the way you two are, and I’m so glad you’ve found your version of happiness. It suits you.”

“Thanks, Greef. I never would have believed it before I met her, but it does suit me.”

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You stood under the hot shower at home in your own ship, trying to wash away your anxiety. Din had commed to let you know he was running late heading back from Nevarro and to meet him at the ship in a few hours. But that was five hours ago… and he hadn’t called since. Radio silence wasn’t really that unusual for him, communication of delays and altered plans often slipping his mind when piloting or focused on a job. You tried not to get too worked up about it, but as hours passed, you could no longer control the anxious thoughts that flooded your mind.

But now alone with your thoughts in the small shower stall, memories of your conversation with Fennec brought a new kind of angst - embarrassed self-consciousness over sharing the intimate details of your relationship. To be completely honest, though, it was nice to talk to someone about it and let it be known among friends what you and Din were to each other.

A sudden jolt took you out of your own head as you registered heavy footsteps approaching the fresher door. You hadn’t even heard the ramp, and Din would have announced his presence. Kriff, you had nothing but a thin towel at your disposal - no clothes and no weapons.

You braced yourself for a fight and held the threadbare towel closed at your chest, fingers in a death grip. The knob turned, and the door began to slowly open... And there stood your husband… turning redder by the second.

You let out the breath you’d been holding as your grip on the towel loosened enough to allow circulation to return to your fingers. “DANK FARRIK, Din! You nearly scared the life out of me! You’re lucky I didn’t have my blaster in here…” You paused your reprimand as you assessed the situation. “Why in the Maker’s name would you sneak up on me in the fresher?”

“I was… excited to see you…” he said guiltily, feeling terrible that he’d induced such a fearful reaction. Maybe he hadn’t thought this through. “It didn’t occur to me in the moment that you were obviously… naked in here…”

You didn’t really know what to say to that. All you could manage at that moment was a slightly lame, “It’s all right… We’ve seen all the parts before, so… no harm done… ”

“I just… missed you… Surprising you seemed like a good idea in the moment… I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you… I’ll just go wait out here…”

You took a large step forward to grab his arm with your free hand as he turned back toward the bunk. Maker, this sweet man. “Din, come back in here.”

“Are you sure it’s all right? I should give you some privacy to get dressed first.”

You didn’t answer but instead turned off the shower as you tightened the towel a bit more and dragged him gently by the arm to join you in the small space, resting your forehead on his shoulder as you wrapped your arms around his torso. His head fell into its usual position in the crook of your neck, hands caressing your back, and you just stood there together, relishing in being close to each other again after your brief separation. Finally, you spoke into his shirt, “I missed you, too… This is nice.”

His chest rumbled as he chuckled lightly, “Well, I’m still sorry. Seeing parts when you’re injured and actively dying is a bit different than walking in on you in the fresher. I’m not sure what I was thinking.”

“It’s really all right, Din. Let’s just make a habit of knocking, yes?” You kissed him firmly, all forgiven. “By the way, Fennec got me drunk and made me tell her all of the intimate details of our relationship…”

If he was upset, he certainly didn’t show it, as his chest rumbled again with laughter. “Well then I don’t feel badly about everything I told Cara and Greef over a few pints of spotchka.” You giggled at the mental image of your inebriated mandalorian spilling his heart out to his equally battle-hardened friends. “I’m not sure they entirely understand, but they did try. Apparently, you and I are quite the anomaly.”

“I believe the word Fennec used was ‘weird’.”

“Does it bother you, cyar’ika?” Din asked tentatively, “that our friends think our relationship is strange?”

“No, Din, not in the slightest. I am very much at peace with myself… and you…. It doesn’t matter that others find it odd. I never thought I could have this kind of happiness.” You smiled up at him, the soft moment interrupted by a sudden shiver shaking your still wet form.

“You really do make me so happy, Cyar’ika… I hope you know that… Come on, let’s get you warmed up.” He pulled away from you, careful to keep the thin towel in place, and guided you to the sleeping quarters, warm hands vigorously rubbing your shoulders as you went.

You assumed he’d leave you then, to give you privacy to put on your night clothes. But instead, he stayed and rifled through your drawers, clearly searching for something in particular. Finally, he found what he was looking for and turned to you triumphantly. Maker, it was the wool nightgown you’d inherited from your mother - ugly but insulating, something you’d kept mostly for sentimental reasons. And he remembered, all this time later.

As he pulled the thick cloth over your head, keeping eyes averted and hands safely by your shoulders as the towel fell to the floor, you were awestruck by the complete lack of awkwardness and discomfort in this vulnerable situation… a man dressing your nearly nude form, respectfully, and with no other intention except to make you warm… and you were fine with it.

You almost didn’t recognize yourself these days - completely comfortable with such intimate things that once would have struck anxiety and fear in your heart. With him, it was so easy… It made you wonder what other things might be possible… You would have to think on that a bit more…

Newfound comfort levels aside, you were feeling perfectly content with the current status quo - having established the validity of your unconventional but committed relationship with trusted friends and having reinforced its importance in your life and your happiness.

A piece of paper that would solve all of your problems - that’s what Fennec had called this marriage all that time ago when she first made the suggestion. Stars, it was so much more... As Din had once said, on the same day you’d consummated this marriage no less (Mandalorian style, anyway), it was truly the greatest blessing of your life.

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kikis-writing-world · 4 years ago

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The Reason

Summary: You can’t sleep as you near Moff Gideon’s ship, but neither can Din. He wants to tell you about what happened on Morak.

Pairing: Din Djarin x GN!Reader

Word Count: 1.9k

Rating/Warnings: SPOILERS FOR CHAPTER 15!!!! Other than the spoilers, it’s all fluff and no editing lol. But seriously, if you’re avoiding finding out what happens in Season 2, Episode 7 / Chapter 15 of The Mandalorian, don’t read this yet. It takes place after, and there’s talk of what happened during the episode.

A/N: It seems like every freaking week I watch the episode and tell myself “don’t write something. Everyone will be writing something, you don’t need to add in your silly fic too.” (Not to say I don’t enjoy reading them, but I just always feel like I won’t be adding anything new.) Well, this week I said fuck it and cranked this little ditty out this morning after the new episode. I hope y’all like it.

Edit: Follow-up drabble here

You sat silently beside Din as the ship - not the Razor Crest that had become your home over the past months, but Boba Fett’s ship Slave I - travelled through space. If the coordinates were right, you were heading into what was sure to be a hard-fought battle but it would be worth it. It was all to get Grogu back.

You willed yourself not to cry as you thought of the little green child you’d come to think of as your own. What he must be feeling right now. Alone and scared while they did unthinkable experiments to him. You’d cried several times since he’d been taken from your care, sick with worry over him. You were sick of crying. Soon would be the time for action, for getting him back.

Fennec and Dune were both sleeping on the opposite side of the bay. You tried to sleep, knowing you’d need your wits about you when you reached Moff Gideon’s ship, but sleep wouldn’t come. Sleep was hard to come by lately.

A whisper to your left surprised you. The low, modulated voice speaking your name. You had thought he was also asleep, reserving his strength for the battle to come. You should have known he’d be struggling to sleep too.

He nodded his head to the side as he unbuckled the harness keeping him secure in the seat. You nodded as you unbuckled your own and followed him to the darkened corner of the hold. You waited for him to sit in the corner, knowing he liked to have his back secured and a view of the room. Instead, he gently led you into the corner and sat with his back to the others. You were too surprised to ask, you followed his lead and slid down the wall to sit on the floor.

He hadn’t said much of what happened on Morak, but you hadn’t been expecting him to. You’d learned long ago he wasn’t one for unnecessary chatter. There were times he tried, for you and the kid, helping to fill the silences as time passed on the ship. Hearing him strain, pushing the boundaries of his usual comforts to ease the minds of you and his foundling, was one of the ways he snuck into your heart.

It wasn’t easy loving The Mandalorian. He was so used to being alone, both physically alone and having few people to trust. It took a while, but you earned that trust. You knew you had. You also knew he cared about you in his own special way. He would take your hand in his larger gloved hand to avoid losing you in a crowd. His hand would squeeze yours when you were visibly anxious. A hand on your shoulder, your back, or your hip as he passed you in tight quarters. Leaning his forehead against yours anytime the two of you parted.

To most these fleeting moments wouldn’t look like much, but you knew the stoic Mandalorian didn’t give these touches lightly. That his keldabe kiss was just as precious as any lip-to-lip contact.

You didn’t fully understand his creed. He answered questions when you asked, but a lot of it didn’t make sense to you, an outsider. Even so, you never pushed him to break it or put him in a position that made him feel like the creed was in danger.

“I know you’re worried,” his voice was quiet. The crackling of the modulator even more prominent as it tried to broadcast his hushed tone. “We’ll get him back.”

“I know.” You nodded, looking down at your crossed legs. If anyone could rescue Grogu, it was the man sitting across from you.

That large gloved hand entered your vision, resting lightly on your knee. A small smile broke through your worry at the man’s attempt at comfort. You placed your hand over his, feeling the warmth of him through the smooth leather.

“I-” He started to speak before stopping himself. While it wasn’t unusual for him to search for his words, he usually did so before starting to speak. By the time he spoke, he was confident and sure in what he had to say. That short, clipped syllable caught your attention in how different it was. He was trying to tell you something, but still wasn’t sure how.

“What is it?” You gently prompted, squeezing his hand with your own.

“On Morak…” He sighed.

“What happened on Morak?” You asked after a beat.

“I did what had to be done.”

His answer confused you. You knew that already of course, but it also sounded like he was trying to convince himself as well as you.

“I know that. You got the coordinates. We’re going to find the kid because of you and Mayfield.” You smiled at him, praising him for the success. It was easy to overlook the triumph when it was just a stepping stone to a much larger problem.

“I had to…” He looked away from you as he once again searched for the words. Your smile dropped a fraction with his unease. “I had to take off the helmet.”

You didn’t know what you were expecting him to reveal, but it hadn’t been that. You knew that he had taken the helmet off months ago, but that had been a life or death situation. No one had been around, just the IG droid who had treated his wounds and saved him. This was a mining refinery full of people. Full of imps.

“Are you okay?” You asked, moving your hand from where it was resting on top of his so you could grip his hand fully. “What happened?”

“I-I had to.” He stuttered. “The terminal had to scan my face to get the coordinates.”

“Mando,” you didn’t dare speak his name - something he had shared with you in confidence - with others around. “Are you okay?”

He nodded once. Relief filled your body. You foremost worry had been for him, and how he would have felt to have broken his life-long creed. You supposed with the explosions, anyone who would have seen his face was likely dead. Unless Mayfield had seen him.

His hand slipped from yours as he brought both of his hands up to the sides of his helmet. He started pushing it up and your eyes widened as a sliver of skin was revealed. You surged forward, covering his hands in your own to stop him.

“What are you doing?”

“I want to. To show you.” He explained. His voice came in this awkward mix of his natural timber through the bottom of his helmet and the modulator still trying to pick up his voice. You could see his chin move as he spoke. Your heart was racing. It was the most you’d ever seen of his face.

“You don’t have to.” You told him firmly.

“I think… I think there are reasons to keep it on, and reasons to take it off.” He spoke slowly, like it was something he had been thinking about. You thought of the Mandalorians on Trask who claimed the creed was outdated. You thought of Boba Fett in the cockpit, who wore his newly-polished armor with the pride of a mandalorian despite being without it for years. Thought about him revealing his face for the information needed to save his foundling.

“I want to show you my face.” He told you, his voice unwavering. It was the surety, the confidence you had grown used to from him. “I want to show who I am to the one I love.”

Your breath caught in your throat at his admission. You knew it in your heart, but he’d never said the words aloud to you before. You bit your lip as you felt the tears welling in your eyes again, this time from happiness instead of grief and worry.

“Okay.” You breathed, barely able to find your voice.

With your hands still on his, he lifted the helmet, revealing his face inch by inch. You held your breath as he was slowly revealed to you.

The scruff covering his jaw. His plush lips. The mustache over his mouth. His aquiline nose. His deep brown eyes. His shaggy dark brown hair. He set his helmet in his lap as your eyes scanned his face.

Wow.

You hadn’t realized you had said that out loud until his eyebrows furrowed. That was new. You were used to guessing his emotions through his body language, his tone of voice. Now you had facial expressions to read. He was waiting for your reaction and you hadn’t given him much to go by.

“You’re gorgeous.” You told him. It was the only way you could think to describe the ridiculously handsome man sitting in front of you. You were almost mad at him for hiding his face away for this long.

His lips quirked up in a lopsided grin, a single dimple appearing in his cheek. Maker, you thought he’d already taken your breath away and then this-

“Come here.” He ordered. His natural voice was deep. Rich. It sent a shiver down your spine.

“Huh?” Your brain wasn’t processing. It was in some kind of overloaded state. Din’s face. Din’s voice. Din’s beautiful brown eyes that you could simply drown in.

His hand was on your cheek, pulling you into him. You gasped, holding your breath as his lips brushed against yours. You had dreamed of this, but not a single one of those dreams lived up to the real thing.

He was hesitant, clumsy even as he kissed you. His lips were chapped against your own, the stubble on his cheeks tickling your skin. He smelt of sweat and blaster fire, of fresh air and leather. Maker, you could melt into the floor of the ship never to be seen again and you would have been happy with the life you had lived.

“I love you.” You whispered against his lips. You felt him smile in response.

You brought your hand up to his cheek. Feeling the lines of his face with your hand, you trailed your hand to his hair. It was damp with sweat but so soft. It felt amazing between your fingers.

“Where’s Mando?” A voice across the bay shocked both of you, the two of you shooting away from each other as if you’d been burned. You felt like a teenager who had been caught making out by your parents. You looked over Din’s shoulder as he pulled the helmet back into place - his strategic placement of the two of you making sense now. Not only did he not want them to see his face, but he trusted you to have his back. That thought made your heart speed up even more than it already was.

You saw Fennec shaking Cara awake. Luckily she hadn’t looked in this direction yet. Had Cara woken first, she likely would have seen the two of you.

“Sorry, we’re over here.” You admitted, trying to calm the heat in your face. It was dim in the hold, hopefully they couldn’t tell. “We were talking, didn’t want to wake you.”

“You should be sleeping.” Fennec told you, leveling you with a gaze that truly did make you feel like you’d been caught doing something wrong by a parent.

“I should be sleeping.” Cara grumbled, cranky for having been woken up for no reason.

“Come on. We’re all gonna need to be at our best.” Fennec said, ignoring Cara.

“She’s right.” Din admitted, standing up and offering you his hand. You took it, letting him help you to stand. “Let’s try to get some sleep, cyar'ika.”

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rainydaydream-gal18 · 4 years ago

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The Mandalorian - Imagine Din Being Protective (Part 4)

Wow. I got it done during a lunch break, and I’m so happy. This is set near the end of Season 2. It is pretty long, just a fair warning.

Warnings: spoilers for near-end of Season 2, blasters, brief fighting.

You watched the unusual exchange unfold before you before Mayfeld’s gaze swept over the group before flickering back to land on you. He seemed to puff out his chest a little as he eyed you with interest. “And who’s this lovely miss?” Wonderful. Just fantastic.

Over the last several days, you learned that the Empire had been steadily recuperating behind the scenes. The Razor Crest had been obliterated in the matter of seconds. But worst of all, the Grogu was taken. It was like one giant nightmare that you were waiting to wake up from, only to find yourself lying in a cot aboard the Razor Crest. But you didn’t. Instead, you were standing in the middle of a junkyard to recruit a prisoner who could help locate the child.

Now to top it off, this scruffy guy was hitting on you?

You gave him a look, arms folded across your chest. “The name is _________.”

“Yeah? Nice name for a nice girl.”

Cara Dune made a fake wincing sound. “I would back off if I were you.”

He gave a shrug. “I don’t hear her complaining.”

“You better hope she doesn’t,” Cara taunted, giving him a warning look.

Mayfeld narrowed his eyes. “Or what? The Mandalorian is going to shoot me?” He gave a laugh, shaking his head at the idea.

“Thinking about it,” Din sighed in annoyance, the beskar chestplate rising and falling dramatically with the gesture. He stood, hand resting on his belt in a casual stance just across from you, completely unaware of how content you were observing him in moments like this. A part of you wondered if his annoyance with Mayfeld stemmed from his past experience working with the man, or if even a small part was because of the obvious flirt attempt he made at you.

The prisoner’s eyes widened and brows lifted incredulously as he gestured to you. “What, is this your girl now? Finally got over Xi’an, eh?”

You tried to keep the surprise and curiosity from your expression at the mention of this female, but your eyes instinctively darted to Din, whose visor was still glued to Mayfeld and refused to look your way. The man caught this subtle expression and smirked.

“Oops, sorry,” he shrugged with mock regret. “Didn’t tell her about the ex, I guess. I’ll try and keep things on the down-low then until you have a chance to talk about it.”

You hadn’t asked Din too much about his past. He expressed his disdain for the way he used to be, so you figured it was something best left untouched until he was ready to speak more on the subject. Of course you didn’t want to assume that he had never had a love interest before, but he seemed so closed-off when you met him. It was hard to imagine anyone could melt that ice. Unless this Xi’an was something special.

You felt a twinge in your chest. It was like jealousy walked through the front door unannounced and picked a place to crash for a while. It wasn’t taking over, but could be bothersome if you paid too much attention. So you decided not to. There were too many other things to worry about.

“Alright, let’s get moving,” Cara said impatiently. “We’re wasting time.”

You boarded Boba Fett’s ship, taking your seat as the others did. The new ally began the take-off, and several seconds passed in silence before Din spoke up. Mayfeld scoffed at the idea of obtaining coordinates to Moff Gideon’s ship. Cara sighed and informed him that the kid was taken.

The kid. The child.

Your little baby. You kept seeing his face, his tiny green features and big brown eyes. You pictured him happy as he sipped some broth and smiled at you. Or the time shortly after you learned from the former jedi that his name was Grogu. You and Din spent the afternoon calling him that and sharing laughs at how his ears perked. The image was replaced with the most recent memory you had of him, when he was ripped right from your arms by strange droids at the seeing stone. You glanced down at your arms, heart sinking. The bruises those droids left had already healed from bacta patches, but your arms had never felt so empty.

Your thoughts were interrupted by Din’s disbelieving tone. “Morak?�� There’s nothing on Morak.”

“It’s a secret Imperial mining hub, okay?” Mayfeld replied. “If you can get me in there, I can get you the coordinates.”

Silence fell over the group again. Cara glanced your way, looking as if she wasn’t sure whether to believe the prisoner or not. You gave a shrug. This was Din’s idea, and if he thought it would work, you trusted him.

Din commed Boba. “Fett, punch in the coordinates to Morak.”

“Copy that.”

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“I did an initial scan of the planet,” Boba said. “This is what you’re talkin’ about, right?”

Mayfeld gave a nod, pointing to the holomap. “Yeah, that’s the refinery right there.”

“Wonder what they’re refining in there,” Fennec mused.

“Looks like rhydonium. Highly volatile and explosive.”

“Yeah, kinda’ like this one, huh?” Mayfeld chuckled, gesturing to Cara.

From where you stood, you could see Boba’s look of unamusement and practically feel Din’s annoyance as the two stared at him. That sight almost made you laugh, but the situation wasn’t exactly a laughing matter.

The group speculated on the measures the Empire had taken to keep its refinery secure. It didn’t sound like getting in would be very easy. Fortunately, between a criminal, three bounty hunters, a New Republic officer, and you, a pretty decent plan was cooked up. They were going to hijack a delivery truck and infiltrate the refinery that way.

The question was, who? Who was going to hop into the truck with Mayfeld?

As it turned out, neither Cara nor Fennec could. The ex-ISB had rigged the scanners, and both of them would be recognized in the database. Even Boba couldn’t, and while the others stared at him in confusion, you chuckled under your breath. You even heard a hint of amusement in his tone as he said that they might recognize his face.

“Great, so it’s me going in alone,” Mayfeld shrugged.

“No way,” Cara protested. “The minute he gets inside, he’ll tip ‘em off. He’ll be a hero.”

“Hey, this wasn’t my idea,” he pointed out, offended. “I’m doin’ you guys a favor.”

“I can go.” You spoke up much quieter than you intended, and the bickering didn’t stop, so you tried again. “I can go with Mayfeld.” At that, the conversations around you came to a halt as they considered the idea. Cara nodded, impressed, while Mayfeld eyed you curiously.

“You, uh, sure you can handle it?” He folded his arms.

“I’ve been traveling with Mando for a while now, and I’ve helped him and Cara on multiple occasions,” you told him. “I think I can handle walking in there and laying low while you get the coordinates.”

He held his hands up in understanding. “Well, okay. I think it’ll work.”

You stole a glance at Din to see his visor already fixed on you. It was that stare. The protective one that made you feel safe from everything else, yet vulnerable to him. It was like the air was stolen from your lungs for just a moment. You figured he would protest, but you hadn’t expected what he’d say next.

“I’ll go,” Din volunteered.

Mayfeld’s gaze traveled to him, and he scoffed. “Hey buddy, I might be good at fast-talking, but I don’t think I can explain away a guy in a Mando suit to Imperial guards. So unless you’re gonna’ take off that helmet, it’s gonna’ be me and _________ heading in there. Or say goodbye to your little green friend.”

“That’s not an option,” you argued, feeling the pain well up at his words. You couldn't imagine what Grogu was going through, even now as the lot of you debated how this situation was going to play out. You didn’t want to think about it, but you kept seeing him reaching for you.

Din’s words drew the gazes of the entire group. “__________ isn’t going in there. I’m coming with you instead. But I won’t show my face.”

“No, Mando, even if you’re going, I’m going too.” You blinked away the tears that had just started to blur your vision, fortunately catching them before they fell, and looking at him with resolve. “I can’t stand by and do nothing. Not with our baby being held by the Empire.”

It was suddenly quiet. Much too quiet. And that’s when you realized your mistake. You hadn’t called Grogu the baby. Or even just his baby. You had definitely used the word our. It made you want to vanish into the jungle- especially when you took in how the group was looking at you. Cara’s lips parted in a surprised smirk as she tipped her head slightly. Fennec raised a brow, though her expression didn’t betray her intrigue in any other way. Even Boba Fett’s eyes seemed to soften; whether it was over your expression of care for the child or out of pity at your slip-up, you weren’t sure. You didn’t even want to look at Din, but you found yourself staring into his visor, searching for some indication of his feelings on the matter. There was nothing, just silence. Mayfeld sighed, though it didn’t sound like exasperation. It almost sounded sympathetic.

“Look, typically for a delivery like this, there’s only two troops,” he pointed out, scratching the back of his head awkwardly. You looked to him, glad for the attention to be taken off of you. He caught your pleading gaze and let out another sigh. “It’s uncommon, but not unheard of. I think we can get by with the three of us. But you gotta’ lay low, like you said.” He pointed at you, and you nodded. “Alright. We’ve got to go.”

The nerves were building up in your chest as you, Cara, Din, and Mayfeld dropped onto the juggernaut. This wasn’t like going undercover at the cantina. This was a whole other experience entirely, but you felt ready. Before long, the two troops were taken out, and their armor taken away.

Din disappeared around a corner to change out of his Mandalorian armor and into the Imperial trooper gear. Mayfeld complained about the smell of his newly acquired armor, and you were grateful to be wearing the spares that were tucked away. You found a spot on the juggernaut to slip the armor on. It wasn’t built for a female, so it wasn’t the best fit. Still, it would have to work.

Suddenly, Mayfeld chuckled. “Look at this.” You peeked your head out of the juggernaut to see what looked like a trooper approaching, but you knew to be Din. “Oh, the shame. Now that right there is worth the price of admission.”

“Wish I could say it looked good on you,” Cara said, smirking. “But I’d be lying.”

Din ignored her statement. “Just make sure you take out the rooftop gunners, or we’re never getting out of there.”

“We got you.”

“Take care of this.” Din handed her the duffel with his Mandalorian armor. “Keep it safe.” As Cara took it, she assured him with a sincere look that she would. You knew she would. Like you, she knew what it meant to him.

“Hey guys. Still on the clock,” Mayfeld reminded them. “Me and _________ are all ready to go. Right?” He leaned over and gave your boot a nudge from where he sat.

You shrugged and were glad to pull the trooper bucket over your head. For once, you could be the mysterious face under the helmet. “I’m ready when you’re ready.” Not to mention your voice sounded pretty cool in the modulator. Such a shame that it was a stormtrooper helmet because you could get used to this.

While Mayfeld was busy taunting Din in an unsuccessful attempt to get a reaction, you looked to Cara.

“Wish me luck.”

“Oh, I will.” She shot a glance at the chatty man. “Considering the company you’re going to have.” Then she looked back at you with that smirk from before. “So what was that about earlier?”

You pulled the Imperial bucket off your head so that the modulator wouldn’t broadcast your voice. “I don’t know what happened, Cara. I can’t believe I said that. We’re definitely more than travelling companions at this point. I care a lot about him. I think I even... ”

She nodded, smirk becoming a more reassuring smile. “I understand. It seems like he feels the same about you.”

“Still, I’m afraid that I overstepped in calling Grogu our child.” You shook your head. “He hasn’t spoken to me since.”

“Well there’s not a whole lot of time to talk, and it’s the kinda’ thing that takes time to sort out,” she pointed out. “I’m sure it’ll be fine-”

“Hey, if you two ladies are done, we have to get moving,” Mayfeld called.

“Yeah, yeah,” you groaned, pulling the helmet over your head again. You clambered into the front of the juggernaut to get situated. The two guys were already seated and taking a look at the vehicle’s controls. Mayfeld seemed content to be with his helmet off, while Din of course kept his on.

“Feels better when it’s off,” he commented, glancing over at his companion. Din’s trooper helmet simply turned to look in his direction. He gave a smile in response before turning his attention to the road again. “__________, you too, huh?”

“I don’t ever get to wear a helmet, so I’m just enjoying this while it lasts.”

“You’re enjoying this?” Din asked. His tone didn’t seem to carry any disdain, just innocent curiosity.

“Well, not this. I mean the helmet. It’s nice to have some privacy when I’m surrounded by people who get to cover their faces. You guys don’t know whether I’m smiling or what in here.”

“You’re smiling right now,” Din said, making you turn your visor in his direction suddenly.

“How did you know that?”

“I can hear it in your voice.” And as if to prove his point, you picked up on the amusement in his tone as well.

Right. You forgot for a moment that he had a lifetime to discern emotions through helmets, being that he was a foundling in a Mandalorian community and all.

“You know, you two are just adorable,” Mayfeld interjected humorously. “Seriously, I’m touched.”

The conversation died down again after that. You were rather pleased with the exchange you had with Din. At the very least, he didn’t seem irritated with you about your earlier statement. Things seemed to be going rather smoothly.

- - - - - - - - -

You’d never been so happy to see Imperial troops in your whole life. As Mayfeld pulled the juggernaut into the safety of the Empire base, they flooded the bridge and fought off the oncoming pirates. Din had re-entered the vehicle, groaning in pain from his fight. You noticed his armor had been busted off in some places from the fight.

“Mando,” you said softly, hand on his forearm.

His visor looked to you as he said in a strained voice, “I’m alright.” His reassurance put you somewhat at ease. You knew he wasn’t really fine- he had injuries- but he was okay. He made it.

“Never thought you’d be happy to see stormtroopers.” Mayfeld saluted the line of troops that saluted and waved as the vehicle passed by, most likely to make things convincing. He and Din stepped out of the juggernaut to be met with actual applause and cheers. One even clapped a gloved hand on Mayfeld’s shoulder in congratulations. It would have been heartwarming if not for the fact that it was the Empire, and these people were working toward an oppressive future. You hopped out of the vehicle, glad to be on solid ground and not on a shaky roadtrip with rhydonium in the back.

“Okay,” Mayfeld said. “All we gotta’ do is find a terminal.” You moved to Din’s other side, and the three of you began making your way through the crowd of cheering troops. His gloved hand took yours for just a moment and gave it a light squeeze, and you returned the gesture before separating. “Should be in the officers’ mess.”

“I’ll stand by and keep an eye out,” you said.

“Good,” Mayfeld nodded. “We’ll make it quick.” You watched as the two men headed for the mess hall, and you found a spot along the wall to wait, bucket tucked under your arm. The occasional trooper stopped by to congratulate you or give you a pat on the back. This extended contact with Imperials was starting to get to your nerves.

Mayfeld and Din still hadn’t returned. Whether you were being paranoid or not, you weren’t sure. Better to play it safe. You headed in the direction they had gone earlier, helmet still under your arm, and tried to act casual. Mayfeld was standing at the doorway, eyes shifting between the floor and his surroundings. No sign of Din.

“Where is he?” you demanded. “Is he okay?”

“He’s in there.”

You followed his gaze to the mess. Everyone in the room had their helmet off.

“I don’t see him.”

Mayfeld sighed. “He’s over there by the terminal.” Both of you leaned in to sneak a glance, and you gasped softly. You saw his form standing there in the very back, head of messy brown hair. “I couldn’t go in. He had to do a facial scan to get the information.”

“You could’ve gotten me to do it.”

“That’s exactly what I said.” He shook his head. “But we wasted enough time as it is. He was worried about you going in there alone. You know, he’d really do anything for that kid, and for you.”

Oh, Din.

“Trooper,” an officer said, and his eyes were fixed on the dark-haired man in the corner that you knew was the man you’d fallen for. He rose from his seat, and your heart was pounding.

“We need to do something,” you said.

Mayfeld shook his head, eyes on the floor. “I can’t. I already said can’t go in there.”

“Fine, I’ll do it.” You straightened up, taking a deep breath, and quickly walked through the mess until you intervened the officer’s path. “Sir. You called for me, sir?”

He paused, eyes narrowing, as he stared at you. “I was referring to another trooper. The one by that terminal.” He moved to get around you, but you side-stepped to block him again. “I’m sorry, you’re sure there’s nothing I can help you with?”

He gave you a condescending look. “No, but thanks anyway.”

You hoped that Din had escaped the mess because there was nothing more you could do unless you caused a big scene, which was not in the plan.

“Trooper,” he continued, stepping around you. But to your surprise, he was faced with another. Din had walked over. Inwardly you burned at the thought of the Imperial officer looking at his face. You averted your gaze, feeling as if it would be wrong not to. Even though you wanted nothing more than to drink in his features while you could.

“You should pay attention when a superior officer addresses you,” the man said. He tipped his head to one side in observation. “What’s your designation?”

Din spoke, voice unmodulated and sounding so small. You’d never heard him sound so unsure before. “Transport crew.”

“What?”

“My designation is transport copilot,” Din said, forcing his tone to sound confident as possible to make it more convincing.

“No, son,” the officer chided. “What’s your TK number?”

“My TK number is…” He hesitated, and you could do nothing but stand aside and wait, holding your breath. How many numbers were in a TK number, anyway?

“This is my commanding officer, TK-593, sir,” Mayfeld’s voice interjected as he strolled in front of you. He spoke so casually that you were sure he’d pull it off. “I’m Imperial Combat Assault Transport Lieutenant Tk-111, sir.” He gestured to you. “This is TK-501.” Then, he glanced at Din. “I’m afraid you’ll have to speak up to him a bit since his vessel lost pressure in Taanab.”

Your eyes wandered past Mayfeld, catching another glimpse of dark, messy hair. To some it might seem a minor thing, but to you it was adding to the escalating situation. Brown eyes locked with yours, and your breath hitched. Din was looking at you. There was a trace of warmth in his eyes, and your hesitation vanished. You took in the way his brows furrowed slightly over his eyes, crinkling them at the edges. You memorized each feature. His nose. This cheekbones. The handsome way he seemed to be looking right back you. You quickly turned your gaze back to the officer in front of you who looked in Din’s direction.

“What’s your name, officer?” he belted, enunciating each word. Seeing Din’s face had been a shock, and in the middle of the stress, this officer’s behavior almost made you laugh, but you swallowed the giggle that threatened to make things worse and kept your composure. The officer leaned in, waiting for a response.

Mayfeld took the liberty of answering instead. “We just call him ‘Brown Eyes.’ Isn’t that right, Officer?” Din’s eyes flickered over as he gave a hesitant nod.

“Come on,” Mayfeld landed a hand on his shoulder and his other one on yours to lead you away. “Let’s go fill out those TPS reports, so we can go recharge the power coils...”

“You’re not dismissed.”

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In short, things had gone from bad to worse. Mayfeld was growing shakier by the minute as this guy ranted about the Empire and the sacrifices that were made so far. You kept glancing at Din, who looked just as concerned as you, as Mayfeld visibly became more distressed.

Finally he raised a blaster and shot the sick man across the table. It turned into a firefight that ended just as swiftly as it began. Once the mess hall had quieted, Mayfeld handed Din his trooper helmet.

“You did what you had to do,” he said. “I never saw your face.”

Din stared at him for a moment before accepting the helmet. He quickly put it back over his head just as more troopers arrived on the scene. You sprung into action, pulling out the blaster at your belt and firing.

From there, it was just a quaint little trip out the window and along a ledge above roaring waters of the refinery with several stormtroopers in pursuit. Shots were fired. You ran.

It wasn’t until you were pulled further onto Boba’s ship by Din that you were able to stop and breathe. Mayfeld was set free by Cara and Din after he blew up the Imperial refinery, and after he left, Boba set a course for Moff Gideon’s ship. For the first time in a while, you and Din had a moment alone as he found the duffel bag of Beskar armor. He paused as if thinking it over, before setting the duffel back down. The stormtrooper visor was focused on you again. You had long removed yours, and so you gazed back with your own eyes. Suddenly, he placed a hand on either side of his helmet and slowly began to lift.

“Din,” you whispered, quiet enough so no one else would hear, as you gently stopped him with the touch of your hand to his wrist. He let go of the helmet only to put his hand over yours.

“You need to know,” he began. “About Xi’an.”

“What? No, no, there’s no need.”

“I could tell it bothered you.”

“Well, yes… Mayfeld made it sound like she was rather important, like you just finally got over her, and it bothered me that you never mentioned her.” You shook your head. “But I guess there was no reason for you to.”

“There was nothing to get over,” he said simply. “We flirted here and there. It wasn’t anything real. It wasn’t love. I think Mayfeld was just bitter because you weren’t responding to his attempts.” The chuckle that emitted from Din’s stormtrooper helmet made you smile. It was a sound that you never imagined getting used to.

You couldn’t help the sigh of relief that escaped your lips. “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For talking with me,” you replied. “I was worried that after earlier you were irritated.”

“Earlier?” His tone went higher ever so slightly in realization. “Oh, right. Your turn to talk.”

“My turn?” you gulped. “No way. Let’s just forget it happened.”

You could almost hear the amusement as he tipped his head, the visor staring at you in silence.

You sighed in defeat, observing your hands as you fiddled with the stormtrooper gloves. “Alright, well...the truth is, it sort of slipped out. I think of the kid as yours because, well, you’ve been looking after him since before I met you. And the Mandalorian we spoke to said that you are as his father, by creed.” You paused, glancing up at his visor before continuing. “But...I’ve also come to think of him as my own as well. When I met the two of you, of course I thought he was a cute little guy, but I never imagined I could love someone so much. I adore Grogu, really, even though I haven’t cared for him as long as you…”

“That does not matter.”

“What?”

“It doesn’t matter that I’ve known him longer. You care about him, and that’s what’s important,” Din nodded.

“I do care about him. As my own. And with the two of us…”

His visor was so close all of a sudden. “The two of us…?”

You ducked a little, recalling how he embraced you on that planet after a tense training session. “You know.”

“Do I?” he teased in a low voice, helmet even closer.

“With the two of us together, sort of, I guess I thought of us as a family...I guess. And it slipped out earlier. In front of all those people.” You raised a hand to cover your face in embarrassment at the memory. Din didn’t say anything for a moment. He reached up to pull your hand from your face gently, and with the other he lifted the stormtrooper helmet off with a deep breath.

As you peered into those brown eyes once more, you smiled. He smiled too then, the movement making his eyes crinkle. It was a lovely sight, and you lifted a hand, pausing just below his chin.

“Is it okay?”

He gave a small nod, and you reached up to touch his cheek. It was a little stubbly toward his jawline. Then you went up to start at the crease between his brows and trace down the length of his nose to his lips. He tenderly took that hand in his and kissed the fingertips.

“We’re going to get him back,” he said.

You smiled again. “I know we will.” Then, your smile faded. “And if we find where he belongs, with a jedi, then I am prepared to do what’s best for him.”

His eyes look sad as he responded, “me too.”

“For now,” you said quickly. “Next stop is Moff Gideon’s ship. We are going to take him down and get Grogu back.”

With that, Din leaned in and planted a feathery light kiss on your lips. It was something you had not expected since the moment you first laid eyes on the Mandalorian. You never imagined that you’d end up with him, seeing his face, or kissing him. You returned the kiss, touching his cheek again as you let him pull you closer, wrapping both arms around you.

The last few days had felt like a nightmare that you hoped to wake up from. But now it seemed that even in the darkness there was a glimmer of hope. The nightmare would give way to a dream.

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vagrantblvrd · 4 years ago

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Din who picks up a stranded Luke and his droid on a random planet while bounty hunting. Heading back to Nevarro to pick Grogu up from Grogu daycare whilst Mando-Dad is doing something stupid even for him.

Luke...well. There were rumors of an Imperial base and it’s Luke and anyway, he’s going to need a new X-wing and a head start before anyone tells Leia. but yes.

(Artoo is still complaining about all the way things did not go to plan. Which, odd, seeing as there wasn’t much in the way of plans in the first place.)

The Razor Crest is looking kind of rough at the moment - there was a whole Thing with a bounty he was tracking and then an asteroid field and some mynocks he’d rather not get into if it’s all the same?

But yes.

Luke who just looks at Din’s ship and offers to lend him a hand in fixing it up in exchange for a ride off-planet.

Smiles all :DDDDDDDDDD at the suspicious head tilt that gets him, “I’m not picky, anywhere but here would be great, really.”

And Din who’s been working on the Crest for the better part of the day and isn’t even a quarter of the way through repairs is like.

Luke doesn’t look like much, just has the one blaster on him and that :DDDDDDDDDDDD smile and while Din knows appearances can be deceiving (Grogu and his powers are a great example) the sooner he get off this planet and back to his tiny gremlin kid the better.

(Artoo’s holding on to Luke’s lightsaber because ~undercover and so on, but Din doesn’t need to know that just yet.)

Anyway.

They fix the Crest and head off towrads Nevarro, but then bounty hunters and that oh, no moment from both Din and Luke because of course there is.

Mandalorian with the tiny green gremlin kid and Hero of the Rebellion/Jedi and weird that Din hasn’t said anything, but whatever.

Pew-pew shootout in space wherein they get away but have to stop for repairs before Nevarro or blow up.

Din’s preoccupied with getting the Crest fixed - again - and while Luke thinks Din’s interesting as all hell, it’s probably best if he didn’t bring more bounty hunters or any nearby Imperials on him and tells him he’ll be fine and thanks for the ride and good luck and disappears on him.

Anyway, Din gets his ship fixed and off to Nevarro and Grogu who gives him this look, and scolds him for something he doesn’t understand - leaving him behind, perhaps, who can say.

They go about their business again and it’s just oh so strange how Grogu laughs and laughs and laughs whenever Din brings the subject of taking Grogu to be with other Jedi.

Really.

Weird.

Chance encounters with Luke on other planets while Grogu’s not around - with friends and such - and it’s all very much the Scooby Doo chase through the doors thing just on a wider scale and such.

But then Gideon and all and Din’s rounding up people to help get his kid back and hey, wow, there’s Luke.

Cara and the others are all !!! because Luke Skywalker and Din’s trying to turn his offer of help down because he thinks Luke’s just an idiot who maybe knows his way around ship repairs and really, really, they shouldn’t be surprised he has no damn clue who he’s talking to.

And then Boba Fett shows up and there’s some Staring going on because Boba Fett and Luke and the last time they ran into one another things didn’t exactly go smoothly -

Boba starts laughing, and Luke is just ??? and a little !!! because what does that even mean?

Nothing personal, just a job. No hard feelings, eh, Jedi?

Sly edge to it, because Boba Fett, and seeing as how Din obviously trusts Boba to help him get his son back -

“Wait.”

Luke looks at Din.

“Wait.”

There’s an awkward little pause as Din looks at Luke.

“You’re a Jedi?”

Everyone looks at Din.

There would be an incredulous silence following that, but Boba’s laughing again, and so are Fennec and Cara and Din doesn’t dare look at any of them because he’s not that stupid.

“Uh, yes,” Luke says, alarmed by Boba and the laughing and all. “I am.”

Anyway, they go off to rescue Grogu where Luke deals with the Dark Troopers before Din can get that wonderful life experience of being punched in the head multiple times - something he appreciates because ow - and Din defeats Gideon and saves Grogu.

“Um...” Luke says, because goodness, that’s an unusual lightsaber Din has now -

Din glances at Luke and shakes his head, pushing Gideon ahead of him on his way to the bridge, and Luke follows, and anyway, anyway.

The whole accidental King of Mandalor bit while Luke takes Grogu to his secret Jedi summer camp training and so on?

And then a few months later Leia approaches Luke about a delicate matter. Negotiations with a world leader interested in joining the New Republic but there’s this tiny little...snag.

“Snag.”

Leia hums, watching Grogu scamper about chasing after some kind of insect, happy burbling and coos and so much determination.

Luke is so very suspicious, because Leia is laughing at him, he can feel it. (Also, she’s smirking, so...)

Anyway, part of the terms include marriage to a certain someone, part of some old...whatever...because reasons.

Luke is like oh, no, because he knows where this is headed.

Last Jedi or not, he’s also Leia’s brother and Hero of the Rebellion and just all kinds of most eligible bachelor around and anyway.

Luke could say no, knows Leia would never push him into it, but then she’s all, “I’ve heard Mandalor is lovely.”

Luke’s suspicion intensifies.

Leia gives him a little crash course in Mandalorian culture, how their leaders are chosen and such and an image of Mandalor’s current leader and Luke is just.

You know.

Because Leia has heard, okay, she has heard all about Grogu’s dad, or at least what Luke knows about him and their past encounters and she’s still laughing at Luke, isn’t she?

“It’s not that funny,” Luke grumbles, because it really isn’t.

Din probably doesn’t even want to marry him, but something, something, something Plot Reasons, and anyway.

Grogu’s been sad lately, and Luke knows Din misses his kid - the look on his face on Gideon’s cruiser, the fact Luke even saw his face - and anyway.

Imagine Din’s face when he arrives to meet his future husband and Luke and Grogu are with Leia’s entourage.

(Well, okay, maybe not his face but his reaction.)

“Uh,” Luke says, because surely Leia or Din’s own people told him who he’d be marrying?

(They kind of didn’t though. Told Din about this guy who destroyed the Death Star and defeated the Emperor and Darth Vader and was hoping to restore the Jedi and so on but were purposefully vague on other personal details and so on.)

Awkward courtship in which Din just stares at Luke because who the hell even is he?

Meanwhile Luke is trying to keep Grogu from cleaning out the frog pond with mixed results because Grogu is fast and sneaky and combined with his adorable little face few can stand up to him.

(Leia will get over it, they can restock the pond.)

Maybe an assassination attempt or two in which they save one another’s lives and both have the oh, no he’s hot moment of realization watching the other in action. (No time for it during Grogu’s rescue, but now that someone wants the other dead? Why not.)

The two of them in the aftermath of one such assassination attempt -

“I think they were after you this time,” Luke says, because he had the first two, and this is Din’s...what, third one? You really think they’d learn after the first time, but no.

Din is looking around at the destroyed room - wall hangings and tapestries and banners, some with blaster holes in them, one almost sliced in half with peculiar singe marks -

“Look, I as trying to keep that one guy from killing you, I’m really very sorry about the banner.”

And various bits of broken furniture and other decor.

Luke with his hair all ~askew, because fighting for their lives and this brightness to his eyes and flush to his skin because fighting for their lives and adrenaline and whatnot and instead of being oh, no he’s hot he’s like that’s I’m married to him like it’s a revelation.

Actually, legally married and he genuinely likes Luke and likes to think the same is true for Luke, and it’s only natural to go over to Luke who’s taking survey of the room as well. Slight frown on his face because this latest assassination attempt didn’t come close to succeeding, but they’re adding up and the repair costs alone, you know.

Luke doesn’t notice Din’s gotten so close until he looks up to ask him something and his voice trails off because wow, okay, wow.

The only time the two of them are this into each other’s personal space is when they’re sparring (dangerous for the heart, because Pining and such), or co-parenting a certain tiny green gremlin kid who gets up to all kinds of antic.

Also, though, sometimes after a long day and they share a set of rooms and all, and it’s no big deal if they settle on the couch together, maybe fall asleep on one another once or twice. (They like each other and there’s trust between them, and anyway, they’re married, so....)

Anyway, Din is right there and he’s looking down at Luke with this intensity Luke’s never seen in him, and he’s about to say something when Din leans down and presses his forehead to Luke’s and Luke just.

Freezes.

He remembers the crash course in Mandalorian culture Leia gave him before she married him off, but also living on Mandalore and learning from Din and the other Mandalorians and he knows what that is, okay.

“Um...” Luke says, sure it’s a mistake, result of adrenaline and stress - multiple assassination attempts and political maneuvering and the whatnot, and surely surely Din doesn’t mean to -

“You’re ruining the moment,” Din says, amusement threaded though his words, but it’s still a moment longer before he draws back to look at Luke.

Doesn’t laugh at the look on his face but it’s a close thing, that.

“What?”

Din reaches out, frames Lukes face between his hands.

Hair out of order and fading blush and this little cut above his eyebrow he must have gotten during the chaos of the fighting and he’s like I’m married to him, another revelation that settles beneath his breastbone because he loves Luke more than he realized - was willing to admit to himself for fear his feelings weren’t returned.

“...We need to talk,” Din says, because there are people in the room with them, cleaning up and removing bodies and the like and far from the privacy he’d like to talk to Luke about their relationship and just.

You know, smooches and happy laughter and so on and Leia being smug as anything the next time Luke calls her to update her.

“So I guess I can tell Han he won’t have to set a rescue plan in action?”

Because Han, and Luke, and Luke can hear Din talking to Grogu in the other room - a very important conversation about the fact some things are not, in fact, food

(Devastating for Grogu, he’s sure.)

“No,” Luke says, happier than he can remember being. “I don’t think I need it.”

#star wars nonsense #dinluke #idk know either friends #¯\_(ツ)_/¯#technically not a fic #vagrant fic #long post

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crispyjenkins · 4 years ago

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A third part to the JangObi locked in a cell/ weapons courting if there isn’t one yet. Jango or Boba calling Obi Mandokar. At least I think that’s the word. A Mando’s wet dream basically.

(this one entirely got away from me and i didn't get to Boba actually using the word Mandokar, but both Obi-Wan and Satine know what he's getting at (ノ*゜▽゜*)

again, i do not hate Satine, but I also do not particularly like her! she's clearly got some stuff to work through here >.>

Thank you as always, Roxy!)

When Jango had told Boba that he'd finally get to see the inside of the Senate Rotunda (legally, this time), Boba hadn't been particularly thrilled. Why should he care about the politics of a Republic neither he nor his buir are a part of?

Well, Obi-Wan is a part of it, but he also clearly doesn't want to be.

To put it shortly, Boba hadn't had high expectations for his afternoon, especially since it was preceded by Obi-Wan taking him to Dex's and letting Kote teach him how to use two vibroblades at once. Why couldn't they have just waited by the Slave I for Jango to finish his politicking?

He supposes Obi-Wan makes it bearable, taking him on a tour and telling him facts about the building itself, as well as stories from the Sacking of Coruscant, but Boba's good will ends rather abruptly when they run into Kryze and Padmé in one of the main corridors.

Tense pleasantries are quickly exchanged, and Boba realises they haven't seen Kryze since Jango had helped Obi-Wan save her from Darth Maul; Boba still isn't sure of the details of what happened after, but his buir had been furious.

When it takes all of two minutes for Kryze to mockingly call Obi-Wan General Kenobi, Boba shares the kriffing sentiment.

Obi-Wan heaves a sigh, and Padmé looks wildly uncomfortable. "My lady, I do not know what you hope to achieve by reiterating your position on the Order’s involvement in the War; I am but one Jedi."

"A Jedi on the High Council. You are just as implicit in its continuation as the rest," Kryze retorts, and Boba may be thirteen and a little out of his depth with the Politician Speak, but he knows this isn't about the Jedi, or the War. "Do not think you can absolve yourself from fault."

Boba looks up at Obi-Wan, eager for his witty retort, but he just looks tired, and Boba has to remind himself that Obi-Wan had loved her, once.

Padmé smiles apologetically, trying to pull Kryze's focus. "The decisions of the High Council are not made by Obi-Wan alone," she says, even though they all know that isn't really the issue.

"You’re right," Kryze agrees, not sounding like she agrees at all, "individual Jedi have absolutely no control over their political participation in needless violence." Boba grinds his teeth as she gives up trying to hide her scowl.

And Obi-Wan just stands there and takes it, like Boba hasn't seen him talk entire armies out of battle, or fight off both Savage and Maul at once. He hasn't seen Obi-Wan like this since Waxer's death on Cato Neimoidia.

Obi-Wan sighs again, trying to offer Boba a little smile. "Individuals always have a choice," he says, more to Boba than Kryze. "But preventing the death of millions outweighs our personal beliefs, don't you think?"

Boba nods firmly as Padmé shifts on her feet, but doesn't disagree; she's certainly seen more battle in this war than Kryze.

Kryze who scoffs to hide what must be genuine hurt. Anger is rarely about the thing you're angry with, Boba remembers Lama Su trying to teach him, and he reminds himself that Kryze had loved Obi-Wan once, too. That was the real problem, wasn't it?

"Back then, you avoided conflict whenever you could," she says, flat and a little sad, "you would always rather go around than force your way through. It saddens me, Obi-Wan, to see what's left of your honor."

"At least Obi-Wan hasn't murdered an entire half of his people!" Boba snarls, deciding he's quite done listening to this nonsense.

"Boba, it's alright," Obi-Wan says softly, but he's also keeping his left arm behind his back, keeping Jango's vambrace out of sight, and Boba is livid.

"'Gar taldin ni jaonyc,'" he says, because he knows the "Duchess" still understands Mando'a, even if she pretends she doesn't. Bloodline means nothing. "I don't care who your clan was, or what title you claim to have: until you are ready to die for your people, they are not yours."

Kryze stares down at him, and Boba can feel Obi-Wan prodding at his mind in question, in an attempt to calm, but Boba shoves him back out.

"It's easy to call Obi-Wan a murderer when you're hiding in your glass palace, when you wouldn't know the first thing about defending it. Do not speak of honor until you even know what that is."

There is a tense beat of silence before Kryze rounds a glare on Obi-Wan. "I would hope you could speak for yourself, if the Senate trusts a third of the Galactic Army in your hands."

"Satine," Padmé murmurs, glancing at the passing senators who aren't even trying to hide their stares.

Obi-Wan’s eyes are colder than Boba has ever seen them, the hand behind him clenched into a fist, and Kryze had known him very well at one point, Boba knows she can read between the lines of Obi-Wan’s blank expression.

"And I had hoped we had reached an understanding that there was nothing else for us to discuss, my lady. There are only so many times we can beat a dead bantha."

Kryze sniffs. "You need not show me so much disdain, Obi-Wan: we are not sixteen and foolish anymore." Padmé tries to cut in, but Kryze waves for her silence. "But I agree, I do not think any new peace can be reached here, and you should be getting the child back to his progenitor, no?"

"Jealous hag," Boba chirps, rocking on the balls of his feet and wondering if she had had dreams of having kids with Obi-Wan. "You didn't deserve Obi-Wan back then, and you certainly don't deserve him now. At the very least, he can separate his feelings from his politics."

"Boba, please," Obi-Wan sighs, setting a gentle hand on the back of his neck, and Boba gets to watch with a vicious glee the exact moment Kryze sees Jango's vambrace, the only piece of armor Obi-Wan wears, and realises he is far past fraternising with her enemy.

Padmé puts a hand on Kryze’s arm and gently starts to lead her away. "We should return to the committee, Duchess. And I'm sure Master Kenobi has his own business to attend to."

"Of course," Kryze agrees icily, and actually returns Obi-Wan’s nod of farewell; she barely spares Boba a glance, though he smiles innocently up at her and mutters,

"Demagulka," just loud enough for her to hear.

Obi-Wan casts him a stern look, but luckily doesn't get the chance to scold him further, when Padmé quickly returns without Kryze and looks harried enough for all three of them.

"I'm sorry, Obi-Wan," she says, hushed in the still rather busy hall, "You did not deserve that."

"That's quite alright, my dear," Obi-Wan is quick to say, and smiles at his friend. "I'm afraid I'm quite used to such treatment, though perhaps not so... publicly."

"I don't know if I've ever seen you in the Rotunda without the council, and I highly doubt you came all this way just to butt heads with the Duchess. What are you doing here?"

"Ah, that would be this one's fault," he says, Boba yelping as Obi-Wan sticks his hand into his curls and tousles them roughly. He only smiles down at him when Boba growls and grabs onto his arm, and though he knows Obi-Wan could easily lift him like this, the Jedi would never do so here.

"It was Boba, yes?" Padmé asks kindly, folding her hands in front of her. "What brings you to the Rotunda?'

"Buir said he was meeting someone," he scrunches up his face. "But we're leaving right after so Obi-Wan was watching me and brought me over to meet him."

Padmé’s smile only slips a little, looking back to Obi-Wan. "Fett's meeting someone?" she asks, even quieter, "Here?"

"It is perhaps not my place to speak of it, we are still in the very early stages," he says mysteriously, tugging Boba around to lean against his front, arms draped over Boba's shoulders as if trying to make up for Jango’s resistance to public displays of affection. Grumbling, Boba still lets himself be held there, and meets every stare from passing politicians with a glare. "When we get a little further along, I would very much like to speak with the Delegation of 2,000."

Bemused but not particularly surprised, Padmé shakes her head. "Of course, Obi-Wan. Are we to see you on Coruscant more often, then?"

Obi-Wan winces and holds Boba a little closer. "The 212th is coming off leave at the end of the tenday, I'm afraid. And of course Jango and Boba will be returning to Mandalorian space."

Padmé looks over Obi-Wan’s shoulder, smile becoming strained but not quite unfriendly. "Speak the name of the Dianoga," she sighs.

Boba wriggles to look behind them and immediately perks up. "Buir!"

Jango pauses on his path for the elevators, turning instead towards Boba's voice; the lines of his face soften at the sight of them, joining them after an encouraging finger-flick from Obi-Wan.

"Senator Amidala," he greets with a nod, and Boba thinks his buir actually likes Padmé, but won't admit it because Obi-Wan would never let him hear the end of it.

"Mr. Fett," she returns, shaking his hand firmly like any good Mando. "Although, if my suspicions about your presence here are correct, I will be adjusting my term of address in the near future?"

Letting Boba latch onto his side like a Corellian limpet, Jango raises a brow at Obi-Wan. "Haat'ade do not change their clan names at marriage," he says, Boba rolling his eyes at his buir's failed attempt at humor, and Obi-Wan rubs his eyes with one hand.

"Jango," he sighs, Padmé looking like Lifeday came early.

"Obi-Wan, you hadn't told me the Council had approved your request," she plays along, "When can I expect an invitation?"

"After I'm done with him, never."

"Now, cyar’ika," Jango chides, "it's best not to publicly threaten your–"

"Finish that sentence, and I'll have Anakin steal the Slave I," Obi-Wan says it into his hand, but Boba can see the edges of a smile. "Padmé, please don't encourage him, he'll be insufferable after this."

Padmé casts a quick wink down to Boba. "You best tell Anakin next, if he's the last to know, he'll be whining for weeks."

Jango brushes his fingers over Obi-Wan’s back like a sap, and his smile is even worse. Maker, Boba loves the both of them, but no one should look as smitten as his buir does any time Obi-Wan threatens him. "I don't know how we're going to fit your entire family on Concord Dawn, or all the kids."

"You mean the vode? Buir, I think Obi has more people on the Negotiator than have ever even lived on Concord Dawn."

"Why in Corellian Hells would I agree to have it on Concord Dawn?" Obi-Wan wants to know. "Maker, but this entire conversation is ridiculous."

Padmé tilts her head with a small hum, expression entirely too innocent. "Didn't you agree to marry Anakin on Tatooine for the one mission with the three-lekku Twi'lek and their five footed goa–"

"Yes, THANK YOU, my dear, that's quite enough of that."

Jango looks put-out, just short of an actual pout, and Boba wriggles against him in embarrassment. "You didn't tell me about that mission," Jango says, feigning hurt.

Obi-Wan side-eyes him, and only gets a smile for his trouble. "You know," Obi-Wan starts casually, but with a mischievous twinkle in his eye that has only ever meant great deals of fun for Boba, "by Stewjoni rites, we're already married."

Jango chokes on nothing, and Boba wonders if he'd even known where Obi-Wan was from. He should probably tell his buir he's already met Obi-Wan's grandparents.

Mando’a: buir — “parent”, gender neutral Demagulka — (from mandoa.org) “someone who commits atrocties, a real-life monster, a war criminal - from the notorious Mandalorian scientist of the Old Republic, Demagol, known for his experiments on children, and a figure of hate and dread in the Mando psyche” Haat’ade — slang for Haat Mando’ade, lit. “true children of Mandalore”, True Mandalorians cyar’ika — “darling”, “sweetheart”

*“Gar taldin ni jaonyc” from the full phrase “Gar taldin ni jaonyc; gar sa buir, ori'wadaas'la,” lit. “Bloodline is not important, but you as a [parent] [is] the most valuable thing”, used in the context of not judging someone by their lineage (blood or not) but by their own actions as a parent. I’ve used it here as Boba both calling Satine “dar’manda” and calling out her hypocrisy in criticising Obi-Wan/the Jedi from her ivory tower when she is a Kalevalen imperialist ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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coffeequill · 4 years ago

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Mandomera Week Day 2: Trust

It was the most valuable thing he could give.

The day was warm and the sun bright with a cool breeze to go with it. His stomach was alit with butterflies as they walked out to the field by the treeline, far enough for privacy but with the village in sight. Omera smiled at him as they walked until she stopped and laid down the blanket, making sure it was smoothed over the grass as much as possible before they sat.

Din watched, then was slow to settle on top of it. Omera toed her boots off to be able to fully sit on the blanket and he did the same, placing the basket full of lunch between them. They took it all out in silence until each section of food was plated and ready to be eaten -- cooked krill, steamed vegetables, meat of a native bird Din couldn’t remember the name of. Omera gave him another smile before beginning to spoon some food onto the plate in front of her, and Din watched in silence.

His heart pounded in his chest. He took a deep breath, willing his shaking hands to calm.

Now. Now. Now.

“I don’t mind turning around,” Omera said in a gentle voice. She was so sweet and kind, too kind, and too patient. Her brows had furrowed barely a second when Din first requested this, a lunch together out in the sun, a smile in his voice but thick with shyness. Then she had agreed and asked what he wanted to eat.

“No,” he whispered. He cleared his throat. “No.”

“Are you… eating?”

“I…”

He flexed his hands and made tight fists again. His heart really was going. He shut his eyes as the anxiety rolled through him and he straightened his back as much as possible. He began to lift his hands but faltered and dropped them into his lap.

He’d thought on this for weeks since Fett dropped him off here. The older Mandalorian had even given his gruff approval of the idea -- not one for romantic moments, certainly, though it had sounded like he had an underlying appreciation for what it meant to Din. Fennec had been a bit more of a romantic, smirking fondly at Din as she gave her own approval. This was… good. This was growth. This was stepping out of his comfort zone in order to get something he wanted.

Though what he wanted still required this moment.

“Mando?”

“Din.”

“Din,” she said with a smile. That had been the first hurdle in and of itself; giving his name, even if ‘Mando’ was what he was used to responding to. Din was still an unfamiliar name out of the mouths of strangers. But he watched as she leaned forward, her focus completely on him. And her eyebrows had a slight raise. Knowing.

He tried to lift his hands again but they barely moved an inch before he let out a shaky breath. “Can you -- can you close your… eyes.”

Omera squeezed her eyes shut, nodding.

His hands shook. His throat went dry and his heart was not going to listen to his commands to calm down. But he finally lifted them to his head, grasping the beskar between, and he lifted…

Lifted it.

Omera’s eyes were still shut. He felt the breeze against his neck, slipping between the beskar and his clothing, and nearly shuddered. He lifted it higher and the breeze brushed against his chin. He lifted it off, and the sun was bright. Without his visor’s adjustments, he had to squeeze his own eyes shut, blinking, and the sounds, it… was almost strange. He had to blink some more and give his eyes time to adjust. The outer sounds, the calls of birds and the distant, almost silent chatter of the villagers.

When everything had regained its color rather than the stark white of the sun, he drew in another breath. “Omera,” he whispered.

Omera looked up. She looked at him with eyes that slowly widened as she took in his face; he gulped and fought the urge to jam the helmet back on. He settled it between his legs instead, taking a long and deep breath, watching as her eyes roamed over his features. Her lips parted, letting out her own quiet breath, until she shifted closer and lifted her hand.

“May I…”

“Please,” he whispered.

She smiled and reached out, brushing the back of her fingers against his jaw, and he nearly shuddered at the gentle contact. He swallowed and shut his eyes, imagining the kid’s touch, Grogu’s touch, and then…

Her hand shifted higher. It cupped his cheek, her thumb sliding up and over his cheekbone, just beneath his eye. He reached up to grab her wrist, squeezing his eyes shut as the tears began. He didn’t want to cry, refused to cry, but a lump formed in his throat and he gripped her wrist tighter, unable to breathe, curling in on himself.

“Din,” she whispered.

“I want him back.”

His voice broke, a sob forcing its way from his throat all at once. Omera’s expression softened. “Honey,” she whispered, and closed the distance between them. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders to pull him in.

He squeezed his eyes shut desperately, practically dragging her into his arms, as he buried his face in her shoulder. He sobbed into her clothes with more force than he’d thought he was capable of, his heart and chest and lungs and everything aching. It felt as though his grief was pouring out of him all at once, everything he’d held back and in. Her fingers threaded into his hair. Her other hand rubbed up and down his back, light through his armor.

“I know.” Her cheek pressed against his temple. He couldn’t quite breathe, instead hiccuping through small gasps. “He was your son.”

“Why did I--”

“You were a parent,” she whispered. Her fingers stroked through his hair. “You gave him what he needed. He needed a teacher. You couldn’t give it.” Her hand paused, just at the nape of his neck. “One day, you’ll see him again. When he can control his powers. When you’re both ready for each other again.”

Another sob. He desperately wanted her words to be true, that one day he would see his kid again, that the choice to let the jedi walk away with Grogu would prove itself to have been the correct one. That this pain, these tears, would have been worth it to see his kid flourish.

“If he… he does -- doesn’t.” Din took a shaky breath, willing his words to form around the lump in his throat. “See me again.”

“Do you think he would forget you?” she asked in a whisper. “He’ll always know who to thank for his life. He was hunted but he lives because of you. No one else could have done that, anyone else could have failed or given up or turned away.” She leaned back to look at him and he looked up with bleary eyes. She pressed a soft, delicate kiss to his forehead, and his eyes shut again as he held back his whimper. “The sacrifices you make as a parent -- the most crushing and the most rewarding.”

Din swallowed. He held onto her like she’d drift away otherwise. He buried his face again, taking deep breaths to calm himself, and she continued to stroke through his hair. He still trembled and wanted to scream out his grief, but this was enough, just holding her close. Having her understanding. Someone who could look past his shell and see him.

“You’re very handsome,” she whispered.

He cracked a smile.

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mandobedu · 4 years ago

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Memories part 3

Finally!!! This last part is a little spicier.

Like a promise: @anthrogothic

Summary: How Boba will handle your memories lost.

Pairing: Boba Fett X Reader

Warnings: yep. 18+

Words: 2564

Part2 Part1

“Who Am I?” Boba stood up from the edge of your bed. “No, no! It can’t be!” Understanding too well what’s going on with you. His body takes two steps back as you still asking questions, he’s looking at you with a calm gaze but inside he is panicking like he never panics his all life.

“Y/n take it slow. You don’t remember why you are here?”

“Y/n? It is my name? No, my name is… I, I don’t remember! What’s happening, what happened to me?” You look at him with distressed eyes. Boba wants to take you in his arms, but he knows that’s not the time. He is looking for words. “We were on a mission and an explosion happens. You got injured in this and I brought you back here, where you live, to take care of you. Is that anything making sense for you? There is something you remember?” “An explosion? No, I don’t recall that. I was there with you? Who are you?” You bring back your hands to your heads. It hurts so much. You can’t think and are so tired too. “you should rest. Maybe everything will come back in the morning. I leave food next to your bed. Take your time. If you need anything, I will ask a droid to stay at your door.” “ok,” you say. Still confused, but a little calmer. You move to take the glass of water next to your bed. Boba makes a move, like an instinct to help you, but you move back. Still a little afraid of him and all the situations. Like a knife in his heart, Boba saw you are afraid of him. “I’m sorry like I said, I will let you rest.” Boba’s walking to the door. You can sense that his sadness and that makes you more confused. He seems to care for you. You should feel safe, but all this situation makes your head spin even more. “And what’s your name?” You decide to ask him. “Boba” He murmured and leave the room, closing the door behind him. You explore around you. The room is warm and calm. You try to make a sense of all this, but it's hard. There’s no object you recognize. You get out of the bed and while you walk to the door; you observe around, hoping to find something that could help you recall the situation. Next to the table, you see clothes and a gun. Are they yours? You take the gun and concluded that you may not be in danger here. This is your room, your clothes, and your gun. You reach the door and lock it.

Boba put his second foot in his room and close the door. The helmet that he had in his hands fell like a rock. His knees, like his emotions, couldn’t hold him anymore and buckled. On the floor, Boba cries. He doesn’t remember when was the last time he did. Even when his father died, boba did not cry, he was angry. He used that anger to survive all this life. Losing you did not make him angry; it makes him hopeless. For once in his life, he toughs he deserves a different life. He believes you care for him, and he took too much time to realize it. To accept it. He believes you the day he saw you jump off the slave the day of the accident. He realizes he did not want to lose you. Is that a punishment? For taking so much time accepting it. Or punishment for only have faith that he deserves it? He’s felt the loneliness like he never did. The air has difficulty reaching his lungs. Boba cries for you, for him, he lost h. He puts his hand to his face like he wants to swipe his sadness. With difficulty, he reaches his bed and just falls into a tormented sleep.

When you open your eyes, it was already late in the morning. Behind the door, you hear voices. You sit and remember the situation you recall the event that injures you and before that, nothing. It’s been more than a week that you’ve been in the room. A couple of times you let the droid came inside, so he can run a test on you. There’s always food for you at the door, but besides that, you mention you did not want to see or talk to anyone. You try to remember, and you have difficulty trusting what’s going on around you. Dawdling to the door, you attempt to listen to the conversation on the other side. “Mando and I take care of the rat,” Said a woman's voice. “Now you will take care of the Hutt for me,” “Boba, I know you care for her, but you have to focus on the reality. She might never retrieve her memories, but overall, she is fine. We have to find out if she still has her skills. Convince her to get out of that room.”

The door opens and you show yourself. “I’m out, so what now?”

Fennec and Boba stare at you. Fennec looks at Boba and says: “Good, now we could move forward,” Then she looks at you; “I’m sorry for what happen to you Y\N. But I’m glad you’re alive.” She turns around, gives a glance to Boba, and leaves. Boba, quit still, never left his regard from you. You look at him. Like you both waiting for something to happen. “Would you show me around?” You ask. Boba nods and turns around. You are following him around. Nothing makes sense as you recall nothing. The sun outside blinds you and you try to reach a wall with your hand to help you walk. Someone grabs your hand. It was Boba. Your eyes acclimate with the bright light and you eyeing at him. You Smile and keep your hand in his. “I remember nothing. Not even you.” Boba looks at the ground. “But I dreamt of you every night since the accident. Can you tell me why?” You approach him, his hand still with yours. Boba move is face to yours. His heart beats fast and his breathing speed up. Boba squeeze your hand without realizing it. You put your other hand on him to make him soften his grip. “Boba, why you are in my dreams?” With watery eyes, he moves toward to kiss you, but you step back, leaving his hand. “Sorry,” he says in a quick breath “It was wrong of me.” He turns around and left. Alone, you sit on the dirt back on the wall. Even more confuse.

After a long shower, you wish to relax for the night. Someone knocks on your door. You wrap yourself in a robe and go ask who it is. “I bring you food,” It was Boba. “I will put the meal in front of your…” The door opens, you observe the plate and then you look at him. “Would you like to come in? I’m exhausted from being alone. And I got so many questions,” Boba did not plan to stay. He's ashamed of the way he acts this afternoon. “Please, and to show you don’t have to feel bad for this afternoon, we could share” you wink. Boba chuckles and nods. He closes the door behind him, and you ask to give you a minute to get dressed. You go change in more comfortable clothes and go back at the table. You peep at him a little shy. As you walk to the chair, your feet stumbled on something and you lose control. Boba makes a step and keeps you from falling. In his arm you stare at him, surprise how quick he was you let a sigh and say, “My hero” At those words your body stiffens. You grab his arms and repeat, “My hero�� Your head spins as all coming back to you. Your breath speeds up and you are dizzy. Boba understand it and help you sit on the chair. He bends a knee next to you and looks at you. More than anything he wants to believe that you remember, but he’s careful. You still have your hands grabbing the side of each of his arms. So much information gets back in your brain in so little time. But for him, your Boba. “You. I remember…” You shed tears. Boba approaches you and grabs your face in his hands. “You remember what?” he said in a shaky voice. “The explosion, Fennec, here, you.” One of your hands goes on one of his. “I remember I love you, Boba Fett, but you are afraid to love me back,” you chuckle with tears in your eyes.

Boba leans to you and kisses you. He kisses you like it was the only time he would be able to. His lips press against yours. His tongue slips inside your mouth, gentle but demanding. For so long he wants to taste you. Your face is still in his warm hands. Your fingers grip his neck, pulling him closer. You dissolve into this moment. He’s pulling back, breathless, he put his forehead on your left cheek, sliding his nose on your neck, he wants to smell you; he wants to be sure the moment is real.

“I thought I lost you,” Boba put his second knee on the floor, wrap your waist with his arms, press his face on your chest, and cry. For the first time, he let someone see this side buried for a long time. For all his life, for everyone who knows him, he was the dreadful bounty hunter. Even he believes he was emotionless. You let him cry for a minute or two, crying with him, caressing his head, his back. “I’m here now. I’m back. You brought me back, Boba.” Slowly you push him back and slide down to face him. You pass your hand on his face and you kiss his forehead. Boba closes his eye. You kiss his left eye, his right one. You kiss his right cheek, his left one. Slowly, with your lips still on his skin, you move to his mouth where you put a firm, long kiss. Boba stands up, grabbing you with him, and takes you in his arms to bring you to the bed. He drops you off on the bed. You keep holding his shoulder, forcing him to lie down on you. Pulling him harder against you. He groaned softly. His lips find the way back to your mouth. His kisses are now greedy. He wants to taste you, to eat you, to lick you. When he pauses from a kiss, put his nose on your neck and inhale you. Your smell intoxicated him. “You make me lose myself, Cyar’ika. How can I deserve you?” “You deserve every piece of me. You can do anything you wish to do to me. It’s your reward, my hero.” At these words, Boba pulls off your pant and reach your vagina with his hands. His fingers seem to know all your soft spots, and you started to mound. “I will please you Cyar’ika. Let me hear how you love it.” Overtly, you beg him to continue. He pays good attention to your reaction to the different places he touches you. In no time he becomes an expert of your pleasure. You were so wet his fingers start to get inside you while his thumb keeps rubbing your clit. His other hand lifts up your shirt and his tongue starts to wander on your breast. “Your skin is so soft; you taste so good Y\N” You keep moaning as his fingers move faster. You feel a wave of pleasure and you scream your orgasm like you never did before. Boba takes his hands slowly out your pant and kisses you. “Boba, I want more.” You grab him and roll over to end up on top. Boba put his hands on your hips and smile. You lean to kiss him. Your kiss moves to his neck, you bit him softly making him groan. You move down to his chest, lift his shirt and keep kissing him. Boba closes his eyes as you reach his pant. Your hand rubs his crotch. His sex is big and hard. You continue to tease him putting your month on his sex over his pant. Boba grabs your arms to pull you back to him. When you face him again, he’s contemplated you and brings you even more close to him, wrapping you in his arms. You put your face in his neck and enjoy his musk scent. In your ears, Boba murmured to you: “It’s been a while since I… I don’t want to disappoint you Cyar’ika.” “You’ll never disappoint me. I’m so lucky to have found you.” Boba rolls over you and takes his sex out. You keep looking at each other in the eyes. Boba gives you a kiss on the forehead and slides his sex deep inside you. You both let a moan out and you keep still for a moment. “Tell me your mine.” He asks you. “Oh, I’m your Boba. I’m all yours” Boba starts to move in and out on you. Your body shakes with pleasure. His pace is perfect, when he moves, his penis rubs all your vagina, and when he moves back in, he pushes the deeper he could with enough strength. Boba’s face is in your neck. He smells you; he tastes you and he is in you. You really are all his. You keep moaning in his ear and really feel like he's going crazy. As the pleasure rise, Boba moves faster and stronger. Your moaning is now screaming. “Yes, Boba, yes. I’m yours, please me, don’t stop” Boba pushes harder and faster in you. It almost painful but your body is so exciting you want more. You feel your orgasm coming, and like an explosion the pleasure moving through all your body. Almost at the same time Boba groaning in your ear. You could feel all the emotions he’s going through just by sharing this moment with you. You start to cry. It was a lot. The retrieve of your memories; the moment you just shared with Boba. You could not control yourself, tears falling down your face. Boba has still his face in your neck. He tries to get back his senses. As he moves his eye on you, he realizes that you are crying. Before he could say anything, you kiss him to reassure him. “Don’t worry, these are happy tears.” Boba gazes at you and caresses your face with his hand. “It’s been a long day you should rest. You want me to stay?” He asks you. “Now that I convince you that we are made for each other, you won’t go anywhere. Besides, I need my hero close to me.” Boba chuckles and kiss your nose. “Please don’t you ever forget about me again.” He teases you. “Promise”

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vaguely-concerned · 4 years ago

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The Mandalorian s2 ep1 Reactions Post That’s right I’m BACK

and none of you not even god himself can stop me from rambling about space cowboy dad and tiny green baby stuff for much longer than any sane person should

the TL;DR is that I still love this show SO MUCH, beware a bunch of spoilers under the cut!

- costume design wise I LOVE how badly the armour fits Cobb Vanth

especially when you get shots with him and Din side by side for contrast:

It’s not just that it’s clearly not made for him (it seems he’s a lot lankier and more wiry than Boba is), he simply doesn’t know how to wear it, and he doesn’t know how to take care of it, because he doesn’t know what it means. Remember when Din’s breastplate got bent completely out of shape by the mudhorn and he had it repaired to the best of his ability long before they even finished with the ship? That’s why he looks so grounded and natural in it and Vanth has sort of a clumsy Spiderman-in-his-first-home-made-costume air about him. (also Boba’s helmet has a beautiful heft and solidity to it in this, they make all the beskar have a Feel and weight to it, makes it feel important)

I like that Vanth is taller than Din; everything that drives home that Din’s strength doesn’t come from being naturally physically imposing or impressive is a joy to me

- Boba’s armour seems to be confirmed to be real beskar, which gives me so much hope that they’re doing something actually nuanced and interesting with Boba and Jango’s cultural identities as Mandalorians (whether they do consider themselves that or not, for example), unlike George Lucas’ inexplicable yet unbending stance of ‘They aren’t and never were lol get fucked Fetts’

the way the triumphant heroic part of the mando music sputtered and died when the man himself showed up tho... uh-oh this might be bad news

man but that’s a stunning and surprising way to introduce a well-known character divorced from what makes them so iconic, though, just from that I’m going to trust they know what they’re doing (AND they got temuera morrison back I’m so EXCITED!!!). without the armor there’s the face of someone who shared that face with literal millions and at the same time must be looking older than his father ever got to at this point, and that’s super interesting as a starting point to me. (I... guess there’s still a chance it’s a fakeout and that it’s actually another clone, but that would be such a letdown when they’ve already given us this haha)

- an excellent [mando sighs] moment

this opening scene did a great job of re-summarizing him for the audience -- establishing again that he gives you one chance at dealing with him fairly and if you insist on continuing to be an asshole about it, you’re toast, the fact that his fighting style is so much about being able to tank blows rather than not getting hit in the first place, the horror movie monster mando setup as he stalked the dude down and strung him up, the Poetic Justice predicated on some very careful word choices, and most importantly “where I go, he goes”... all wonderful, I’m sure I’ll watch this scene back for fine details and better looks at the background characters many many times

(word seems to have spread about him and the baby for real now, which makes me VERY nervous btw)

- Pulserifle’s back! Jetpack’s back! Razor Crest’s back! Grappling line’s back! PELLI’S BACK!!!!!! Tattooine... is also back *Finn voice* Why does everyone want to go back to Tattooine????

I really enjoyed the way they fleshed out and (for lack of a better word) humanized the sand people, though, if you are going back to this desert hellplanet again that is a worthy reason to do it

- Din swearing :O!! and one of the less egregious star wars swears too, I’m fine with this

- in campaign star wars news: I guess there was sort of both a binbon and a jubna in this ep! what a time to be alive

- as usual I love the jawa. a bright spot in any day, just a bunch of lil goblin-y friends hanging out having the best time loving sparkly crystals and rescuing silver foxes.

get in loser we’re going shopping

I uh. Do you think. Hm. Is there maybe a metaphor here somewhere. Is there perhaps a hidden, one may say double, meaning, at play, right here, in this image? Who can say, it’s just niggling at me (there’s a very similar set of shots with Toro in season 1, but seemingly the show went ‘I fear we might have gone too subtle with it, let’s amp it up this time’ over the season break loool)

honestly though this dynamic really highlighted everything I love about the ways Din performs masculinity. It’s so much softer and more community/collaboration focused and more comfortable to be around than Vanth’s version -- and Vanth isn’t a bad dude by any stretch of the imagination, it’s not hard to see why he’s like that considering where he’s from, he’s just such a... man. The lone person who can protect this village! The only man who’s got what it takes! It’s all on his shoulders and no one else’s, so do exactly as he says or he’ll put a hole in you! (I think it’s telling that one of his first comments to Din is ‘I’m sure you call the shots wherever you’re from, but ‘round here, I’m the person who tell folks what to do’, because as we as the audience knows, Din very much does not call the shots of where he’s from lol) I guess it says some nice things about the tribe of Mandos Din is from that this is how he approaches things, and it says some good things about Vanth how quickly he comes around to this smarter and less confrontational/domineering style of doing things once he’s been exposed to it and sees how it works. it’s just neat

(it’s smart of Favreau to set his ~*lone gunslinger*~ character up like this, too, it makes him so much more interesting and versatile)

- With the way Din says ‘a Mandalorian Armorer sent me on my path’ it does seem confirmed that’s the equivalent of a priest role or a sort of shaman -- I wonder if he knows the name of ‘The’ Armorer or if they take on the role as a whole identity

- the sheer contrast between the two people who wanted Din to take his helmet off for them in this ep tho... wants Mando’s armour off for horrible awful reasons and got exactly what he deserved:

wants Mando’s armour off for entirely sympathetic and understandable, just culturally uninformed, thirsty thirsty reasons & also having drinks together:

(the sort of... little lick over his bottom lip he does there? keep it in your pants vanth my GODjflsadf he’s a good dude tho he understands and respects the ‘no armour removal before marriage’ thing and backs down gracefully)

- This is a nuanced thing: I don’t think I actually ship it (not in a requited way from Din’s side, anyway, Vanth I’m 100% sure about lol), but the incredible potential for out-of-context-taking of “Take it off, or I will”/”...we doin’ this in front of the kid?” is uh astounding

(anyone got the vibe Vanth sort of had something with the bartender too? no just me? well well)

- I was never really scared Din was actually dead or hurt b/c baby wasn’t scared and I figure he’d know lol, a very useful fear barometer

- “What’s the plan?” “Take care of the child” “What are you gonna do?” “I don’t know, but wish me luck *yeets his new bro out of harm’s way before diving in head first himself*” fksdjhfkjlashdfkjsldahfkasldjhfskldajhfsadkjfh WHAT a summation of Din’s entire approach to battle & life, dad please you carry a not insignificant part of my heart around with you be careful

(Also with the heavy implication that Boba was watching the whole thing... can you imagine him just looking on as Din throws himself down that gullet like a madman. There must have been some ‘o_-7 *headscratch headscratch* ???’ going on for him there)

it’s kind of sweet that din trusts vanth will take care of the baby if something happens though, they really bonded quickly huh

- the sand people who kept willingly going over to the krayt dragon’s cave are honestly braver and more admirable than anyone else has ever been, I kept just shouting in anguish as they were gobbled up, they deserved better

- can we talk about how clear it still is that Din’s just... lonely. When he thinks he’s found another Mando and he sounds almost reverent with relief... and then it gets odder and odder (’uh... drinks? I guess... does he have drinking straws with him or -- HE’S TAKING THE HELMET OFF???’ oh buddy)

I wonder if they’re building towards something about him realizing it doesn’t have to be Mandos for him to trust and bond with people longer term? Basically all the characters he’s met and we’ve watched him form attachments to and get help from are non-Mandos -- Kuiil :’^(, Cara, Omera, Cobb Vanth, IG-11 :^’’(, Greef Karga to a degree. Establishing so firmly what he’s looking for this early would be good setup for a ‘what a character thinks they want vs. what they need’ thing later on just on a writing level, anyway, Boba Fett could bring in some interesting points of view about Mandalorianness too

- baby’s happy gurgles when he sees pelli!!!!!! din speaking sand people language and petting alligator doggies!!!!!!

- pedro pascal’s voice work remains an utter joy to me. din’s measured, earnest, occasionally slightly stilted way of talking is still so good, and then he does things like inserting some more... idk life is the wrong word but that more charged and dynamic tone he took on when he said (”I thought you weren’t a gambler”) “I’m not”. *chef kiss*

- if the pulse rifle’s stun is able to do that to a fuckn krayt dragon... that’s some serious shit din is carrying around with him lol (interestingly the actual shooty pew-pew part of it didn’t seem to do much to it, but then I guess he was shocking it from the inside out and not through thick hide, so idk)

- my only real complaints about this ep: Vanth’s backstory ran a bit long, and not enough baby & dad interaction. the concept art’s got me tho:

(din often wears his original/old armour in concept art still, incidentally, don’t know what that’s about)

awwwwwww

+ omfg ;______;

- this sand people person conscientiously brushing a bantha’s teeth... blessed

- Customary flame thrower report: there was a rare useful deployment of the flamethrower. Good job Mando’s flame thrower for furthering the field of diplomacy

ETA: I CAN’T BELIEVE I FORGOT TO MENTION THIS: DIN BEING COMFORTABLE(ISH) AROUND DROIDS NOW!!!! GROWTH????!?! IG-11 WE MISS YOU??????????

#the mandalorian #the mandalorian spoilers #star wars #the mandalorian meta #meta #(I'm trying to label my meta more specifically these days b/c the general meta tag is a MESS on my blog lol)#mmmmmmmm feels good to break out the overanalysis goggles again it's time to OVERTHINK SOME SHIT my friends

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tonksie-writes · 4 years ago

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A Mark and a Soul||Chapter 2

Summery: Din has always wanted to meet his soulmate. The moment that he met Cara he knew it was her. Now he’s all but alone in the universe he has to decide his next steps and she distracts him.

Rating: M (This chapter)

A/N: Ok! So I continue to have NO IDEA where this fic is going to take us so join me for this ride of unknown! I’m also shocked because I’ve actually been doing really well with keeping up on this! I’m not normally very good at that especially with no plan! If anyone has prompts or things they’d love to see I would love to hear them cause RN I’m flying blind! This chapter has smut! It’s very obvious when it’s about to start trust me you’ll know! And it goes to the end of the chapter so if you aren’t a fan of reading that you can easily skip you won’t miss anything I promise! Also it’s been a HOT minute since I wrote smut and while yes I have my history with it I’m looking at you 20 pages of one BDSM scene I haven’t written anything like this is a FEW years so please forgive me if I’m rusty. So please enjoy

Prologue, Ch 1 , AO3

Din has spent a lot of his life dreaming about his soulmate. He had always wondered what that person would look like, what they would be like. His parents had been soulmates and while mandalorians took an oath to give up their soulmates, just as they gave up their ability to show their face, Din had grown up on a planet where Soulmates were a constant. There were thousands of stories and fairy tales told to children of all ages. He had been told from the time of birth about all kinds of different soul matches. There were Prince's being saved by the daring princesses and knights in shining armor. There were even love stories of star-crossed lovers from different planets in different galaxies coming together to solve wars out of the bond. As a child Din had been enraptured by those stories and the thought of having a connection to someone that went beyond what he could see and hear.

The bond was supposed to be this magic that knit two people. The very energy of the universe that knit two souls and allowed them to pick up on things in each other more easily. It was that thing that let you know exactly when your lover walked into a room. It was the prickle on your neck and tingling in your gut when your lover was watching you when you weren’t looking. It was something that went down to the core of you knitting you together beyond anything else in the universe.

It had actually been the hardest thing for him to give up when the Mandalorian’s saved him. He didn’t think twice about giving up his face or anything else, even his name was easy to lose to the sands of time. He lost his family, his home planet, and everything he’d held dear and the mandalorians had saved him. They had given him a place to live and a reason to keep going. He was happy to give up anything to have a place to belong. But giving up the hope of finding a soulmate had been the hardest thing that he could imagine. It was the one thing he had wanted to keep even as he promised himself to the Mandalorians. Eventually though, he let that go just like he had everything else. It was the way.

Din had second-guessed his choice many times. Every so often he would wonder what he would do if he ever came across his soulmate. He figured it was probably some lovely woman on a Backwater planet who had a beautiful smile. Perhaps it would be a dashing gentleman with his own farm who would take him by the hand and make him want to settle down. Din had always imagined that his soulmate would lead him to another life, make him want something else, something different. That's why it was so surprising when the Rebel Shock Trooper that he ran into a rundown bar had the exact image on her jaw that he had on his.

While on Sargon, Din had just ignored it. He assumed that it probably just was a trick of the eyes and he hadn't actually seen it. It wasn’t possible and even if it was he wasn’t supposed to let it happen. He was on the run, he had a foundling to care for. He had duties to fulfill and he was a Mandalorian. It wasn't just a trick of the light though. After he had taken off, saying goodbye to Cara, he had finally found a place where he was alone. He had taken off his helmet and looked into a reflective surface seeing rthe mark that was burned into his mind staring back at him. It was the one he had seen flashes of over and over as he fought with and beside Cara Dune.

Perhaps that was why he had instantly thought of her the minute he needed help. Of course she was a fearless fighter and unerringly loyal but she wasn’t the only one he knew like that, at least he didn’t think she was. He couldn’t think of a name or face for it though. He tried not to think it was that connection, that hope of the young boy on a planet far away and so long ago, that had pushed him to find her when he needed her. Over and over there have been times where he looked into her eyes and just wanted to tell her everything but he couldn't bring himself to do it. Then he watched his child leave after just getting him back.

Watching Grogu walk away with the Jedi had been one of the hardest things he could ever imagine. He had grown so fond of his small traveling companion and now he could hardly imagine life without him. Din knew the kid had to go, that has always been the plan. Din would find Grogu’s people and then he would let him go, that had always been the plan. It didn't make it any easier though.

Then Cara came into his room of isolated sulking holding a bottle of some sort of alcoholic beverage. She was like some Goddess from his deepest imaginations. A few words from her and suddenly the world felt a little more stable. It was a talent she’d had and he wasn't entirely sure when it had started. Somehow between fighting and nearly dying and coming back just fine he had fallen deeply in love with his soulmate and nothing was going to stop that. He was so close to telling her right then and there. Instead he said he was going to go off and look for her; try to find her the woman sitting right next to him. He had hoped that with his helmet off she would come clean she would see what he knew. She had to have noticed. But she didn't say anything.

For a moment he started to wonder if he hadn't been mistaken somehow. Maybe she just forgot what her own soul mark looked like. He wasn't entirely sure how that could happen but he supposed with all he knew about her background it wouldn't be a surprise. Maybe she was just so wrapped up in everything, maybe she just didn't realize it was him. Maybe he needed to show her again. Or maybe she just didn’t want him like that. Just as he was about to think about that too much, noises of a fight sounded up the stairs of the small ship and they were off.

Din wasn't entirely sure if he was relieved or frustrated that the shouting wasn't actually a firefight with another ship or the Empire coming after them to hunt them down again. Instead was Boba Fett fighting once again with Bo Katan and Koska Reeves. By the time he and Cara made it up to the top of the ladder Bo had Boba by the neck and Koska and Fennec were locked in a stalemate.

“What the pfaask is going on up here?” Cara hissed as the two made their way into the room.

“Just a little disagreement. Nothing to worry about Mando.” Boba said with his charming and congenial tone that let both Cara and Din know that he was lying.

“This waste of genetic material is flying us into a trap.” Bo informed them.

Din looked between the four of them and his eyes narrowed at Boba. He didn’t have the capacity for this right now. He wanted to take Cara back down stairs or just drink away his soulmate and his son’s memories. Neither was an option in this ruckus.

“Show a little respect. We helped you on your mission.” Fennec grit out between clenched teeth.

“Enough!” Din said, finally getting everyone’s attention. “I’m grateful for everyone’s help. The child is safe because of all of you. I pulled you all from your lives and I understand you need to return to those. I am the one in your debt.” He said to everyone before turning to Boba Fett and Fennec specifically. “If you are willing we will drop Bo Katan and Koska off on Trask and Marshall Dune on Nevarro and then I will help you with whatever you need.”

“Not a chance.” Cara said, drawing the eyes of everyone in the group. “I’m staying with you.” She said with finality speaking only to Din. She had worked well with the girls as they took the ship, it was actually rather impressive and beautiful to watch as the four of them took out everything like machines.

Bo hesitated and stepped forward “You have the dark saber. Like it or not you are the Mand’alor now. If we are to retake our planet you have to be at the head.” She pushed and he could nearly feel Cara’s glare at the redhead over his shoulder.

“To even look for more Mandalorians we need a ship that can’t be tracked, that needs credits unless you want to be in even deeper debt to Boba Fett the mission to reclaim Mandalore and find more Mandalorians will have to wait.”

“And what do you plan to do to get that ship?” Bo Asked forcefully. “Run around playing bounty hunter for Boba Fett?”

“Marshall Dune has offered me work on Novarro. After I repay my debt I’ll work with her and come to Trask when I have what we need.” He said firmly his mind flicking back to the Ugnaught Kuiil he lost in the battle with Gideon I have spoken. “Or you could take the saber and do it yourself.”

Din watched the emotions flying across Bo Katan’s face and he had to wonder why the hell she didn’t just take it when he offered it. It seemed he still had a lot to learn about other Mandalorians. He had been raised by the Children of the Watch, apparently a cult, but still so much culture seemed lost on him. For a moment he thought Bo would strike out to fight him and he felt more than heard Cara shift behind him and all but growl out “Try it.” over his shoulder.

Koska seemed to tense ready to defend Bo in an instant but Bo stepped back with a smirk and nodded. “Fine. We will return to Trask and gather what we can. The Saber is in the hands of a Mandalorian and that is what matters.” She said with finality. “If you would be so kind as to return us to Trask…” He could hear the insult on the tip of Bo Katan’s tongue but she finished with “We would be grateful, Fett.” and he felt his body relax some as he finished.

Bo and Koska walked toward the storage compartment that they had claimed as their room and the other four stood looking at each other. “I appreciate the offer Mando but you do not need to stay. Fennec and I can take care of a small slaving operation like Fortuna. We’re even now. Our debt to you is paid.” He said offering a hand.

“Bib Fortuna?” Cara asked this time with interest in her voice. Din looked to her and as if she could see the expression of confusion she continued. “The head of the Hutt crime syndicate and known slaver?”

Fennec nodded “That’s the one.”

“He’s a high level target for the Republic. Dead or alive coming in with a Moff and Fortuna... “ Cara didn’t have to finish for Din to know the end of the sentence. It’d be enough credits to buy a ship and the repairs and then some. Besides that she’d be a hero enough to have as much leeway as she wanted.

“Are you saying you want to help them?” Din asked her.

“I’m saying I wouldn’t mind playing a part in the downfall of one of the universe’s most infamous crime bosses. I owe him for a princess of mine.” She said and Din wanted the explanation of that later.

“Then you’re coming with us?” Fennec ask.

Din simply nodded his head and Boba clapped and rubbed his hands. “Excellent. I won’t turn down the help! Especially when it comes in such a lovely package as Marshall Dune.” Boba flirted. Din tried to ignore the spike of annoyance that drilled into him, it wasn’t as though Fett meant anything by it. Cara was beautiful, it was just an observation. It still drove Din to want to growl posessively.

“Charming but I’m just here for him and to get paid.” Cara responded easily. The air of her words was almost playful. There was no bite or insult and Fett seemed to take it well.

“Understood. Well, looks like I have coordinates to put in. You two should rest we’ll plan in the morning.” He offered.

“No more fighting?” Din asked. The question and tone once again made him feel like a father and he got another shooting pang of missing the kid. As if she could feel his sadness Cara was there, stepping up to his side a strong and silent comfort.

“I assure you as long as the princess stays in her quarters, I will remain at peace.” Boba charmed. It was enough for now and Din and Cara returned to the area below deck.

“You’re sure you want to come?” Din asked once they were carefully locked in the guest bunk the ship had for reasons Din was not about to think over.

“You can’t have all the fun.” She joked but he could see something else there. There was something she wasn’t saying, something tugging at her mind and heart. “Besides with the kid-- with everything someone’s gotta look after you.” He wasn’t sure whether he was grateful she cut herself off or if it hurt more. The pain of losing the child was overwhelming but it wasn’t a loss. Grogu was going to be learning, growing. He was where he needed to be. Now it was Din’s turn to look for his own place.

He sat just looking at her for a moment. The silence was heavy and it almost felt like she could see him under the helmet. As if to break some sort of trance she reached over to the bottle they’d been drinking before the tussle up stairs and took a big swig. “Look, I don’t do well with feelings but even I know this has been a long day so I’m going to give you an offer and you’re not going to overthink it or freak out about it you’re just going to nod yes or no.” she instructed “Understand?” She asked.

He felt like he had just been asked to calculate advanced hyperdrive mechanics without a datapad. He had no idea where this was going or what she was thinking but he also couldn’t fight her when she was standing there in front of him resolute and in control when he felt so out of control. So he nodded his head.

“Good.” she said walking over to the door and locking it before pulling off the armored shirt she wore leaving a dangerously tight tank top as her only covering.

“What are you--” He started but she held up a finger.

“No talking. You take that bottle over to the corner. Have one cup, just one, and then I take you over to this rack and distract you. One night, no strings just you getting out what you need. You can even keep the helmet on.” She offered. “Or you say no and we never talk about this again.” She added.

Din didn’t know what to choose in this. How could he? Part of him wanted to ask her about the bond. What she was planning to do when it was solidified by skin to skin contact. They’d never touched skin before but he knew from the stories what happened when they did. Did she know? How could she not? When two soulmates touched they grew a bond that couldn’t be severed except by death. Even without the bond Cara could see more of him than anyone he’d ever met. She always seemed to know what he was thinking or when he needed her to duck left as he went right. It seemed like they’d been able to read each other from the moment they met. He wasn’t sure what he’d do if it got even stronger. He wasn’t even sure how it could.

He was silent too long, he could feel the time stretch and for a moment his confident Shock Trooper looked like her resolve was about to buckle. The momentary flash in her eyes was enough for him to make his choice. Bond or not he was going to spend tonight with his soulmate. The universe owed him that much. He stood up with the bottle and moved over to the corner. “I’d rather just turn the lights off.” He said as he walked over to a screen taking off his helmet.

“That’s so much less fun.” She joked but he could hear the rustling of her taking off her clothing and he took off his own after downing the shot. Suddenly the room was completely dark.

“Cara?” He asked into the darkness. He didn’t need to, he could feel her in the dark by the light controls. He could feel her blind eyes searching the shadows of the sealed room magnetically summoning him to her.

“I’m here.” She said taking a step then another. He walked from behind the screen towards her easily feeling where she was even without eyes. He could blame it on the soldier’s senses and all his training. He could blame it on years of being on the lookout for threats. He could lie to himself. Here in the dark with nothing between them but air as they took step by step he couldn’t bring himself to. He knew this was different. He knew he could find her in any situation without needing to look. Whether he could say it out loud or not there was no question to him that this woman was his soulmate and somehow that made this so much more important.

His hand reached out on its own and hesitated just over her jaw before it lowered right onto the mark they shared. In a flash the coil snapped and they sprank at each other lips crashing tongues tangling and hands roaming.

In the dark with nothing but the sensation of her calloused fingertips he wondered just how many hands she had. One was in his hair the other on his neck then down his chest and on his biceps feeling every inch of him. He was sure he was no better as his own hand slipped from her jaw to her shoulder, his other smoothing up and down her side avoiding anywhere too forward.

Her hands suddenly grabbed his and for a second he thought she was changing her mind. “It works a lot better if you do this.” She said, pulling his hands to her breasts and encouraging them to squeeze. She let out a lewd moan and that broke the dam.

He pushed her back against the wall seeking leverage to pull her closer. His hand went to her hip squeezing her ass and trying to pull up her leg over his hip but was surprised when she took that opportunity to leverage their weight and flip them so she was pressing into him. He shouldn’t be surprised this would be a fight. Everything else with them was. He could feel her smile and glee as they warred for dominance, her hands raking over his chest and nails lightly scratching making him hiss in pleasure.

She pulled back from the kiss biting his lower lip and just when he was about to move his mouth to her neck her lips met his jaw just over their mark and a rush pulsed through his body. He was sure she felt it too from the way her hips ground to his and he pulled her closer, his grip on her hips bruising. “Kriffing pfaask.” He hissed trying to flip them again but she had his shoulders pinned to the wall as she kissed down his jaw with little nips.

“That’s quite the mouth you have there.” She teased playfully against his skin and an idea hit him. His hand snuck up to pinch her nipple playfully rolling it between his fingers and her head fell back as he kissed her neck and used the hand still on her hip to pull her forward and force their weights to shift so he had her pinned against the wall. “That’s playing dirty.” She hissed to him.

“Keep up.” He growled playfully and her mouth was on his again pulling him in by the hips her hand going back to his hair and he was starting to wonder if she just liked the feel of his curls between her fingers as much as he was enjoying feeling it. Suddenly one of her hands reached up and she found a pipe above them that he’d noticed earlier hung lower than the others. She pulled down slightly to ensure it was strong enough to hold her weight and suddenly her legs were pulled up and wrapped around her waist. As he felt the soaking folds of her vuelva come into contact with his own hard cock and that was nearly the end of him.

His forehead fell forward finding purchase between her breasts and his hot mouth bit and sucked the skin on her sternum. “Please Cara.” he breathed into the dark.

“Now.” she breathed back a demand. It spoke to her strength that she was holding herself up on the tiny pipe as he shoved himself inside of her bucking in with a surprising ease. “Fark.” She hissed rocking her hips against him.

“Let go.” He breathed to her as he set a slow gentle pace. He could feel her surprise tickle his mind and it warmed him through to feel the connection that had slid into place as they touched. “I’ve got you, let go.” He assured and she did. She dropped her hands as he took her full weight and easily navigated them to the bunk. As soon as her back hit the mattress she rolled on top of him and this time he didn’t fight her, he was certain this wouldn’t be their last time. It probably wouldn't even be their last time tonight so he’d have plenty of opportunities to take his turn.

He lost himself in the feel of her hips and her depths. His hand went to her center and gently pressed to her clit rubbing as she angled her hips to a position that made her moan with every thrust. He could feel her hands on his thighs and his mind flashed images of what she looked like over him: Back arched and breasts bouncing as her muscles clenched and unclenched through her stomach and up her shoulders and arms. He cursed himself for asking for the lights off because he was certain it would be his favorite image in history.

With particularly deep thrust and a skillful press of her clit he felt her come around him and if that wasn’t enough to throw him into his own orgasm he heard her whisper his name “Din.” To the room and the squeeze of his heart threw him into the abyss as quickly as his body did. Rasping her name back to her like a prayer.

If the world shifted and their lives changed, if they felt the tug of the bond they had both refused to acknowledge solidify, they both ignored it for now. Tonight was theirs to ignore the rest of the world. Tonight was about them. No strings.

#Caradin #Cara Dune #Din Djarin #The Mandalorian #minor ships if you squint

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