#Mando AU

[peachyhoolagan]

May or may not be procrastinating my 17 assignments with a new AU :)))

This one’s fun. 10 points to whoever can guess how kanan got the Darksaber and both him and Ezra are Mandos now. Also the dogs name is goose. She’s a charhound and her pee lights things on fire. Not beskar, but she can melt a paint job.

[pilot-boi]

Sometimes the kiddo has nightmares. Luckily his family is there to help out

Commission for @freshmiraclecheesecake! They wanted more Mando AU, so here we are :]

[Buy Me A Ko-Fi]

[howlingday]

Mando AU

After saving Cardin in the forest

Pyrrha: Great job ja-

Jaune: You had no right to taint my kill I had it under control

Pyrrha: But your aim was off you wouldn't have killed it and it would have hit you

Jaune: I was going to slash its throat to leave an opening to a follow up i'm not some untrained novice who need protecting especially for someone who only has experience fighting people in tournaments not real fighting and now my kill has no honor

"Is honor really so important when your life is on the line?"

"My life is always on the line, Pyrrha." Jaune stepped closer. "Death is just at the end of it. But my honor is forever."

Pyrrha was about to argue when she suddenly felt herself being pulled away from her leader. Looking to him, he was suspended in place by a strange, purple aura. She looked to the side and saw Professor Goodwitch approaching.

"I think that's enough, you two." The stern woman said. "You classmate is injured, but you're both too arrogant to help anyone but yourselves."

Cardin Winchester was helped to his feet by his team, who had already started bandaging him. He gave them all a snarl, clearly angry at being left behind by them, though he softened a bit when another bandage roll was offered to him.

"Pride is a dangerous emotion, you two." The semblance holding them in place faded and the two best fighters of Team JNPR were freed. "And since that lesson wasn't learned hard enough, I'll see you both in detention tomorrow after classes."

"Yes, Professor Goodwitch." Pyrrha answered. Jaune didn't answer, simply walking past the older woman. Pyrrha was about to chase after him when an arm stopped her. "Wha...?"

"He's young and impatient." Professor Goodwitch adjusted her glasses. "I've seen plenty of huntsmen and huntresses start out the same way. However..." Green eyes locked onto green eyes, "I've also seen too many perish without saying what they need to say."

"What should I say?" Pyrrha asked.

"What he needs to hear."

[pocketramblr]

Drew a couple of angry Ens on the plane

[cinlat]

Life Day (2024)

Fynta frowned into the dregs of her drink while festive music failed to lift her spirits. She should be sitting in rage-inducing traffic on Nar Shaddaa, not watching Imperial soldiers bully merchants for information they didn’t have.

A shadow loomed over Fynta’s table. A shadow that Fynta ignored. “You should be aiding in the search, Hunter.” The smooth, pompous voice slid over Fynta’s senses like silk. She recognized the pressure of the Force and discarded it with a wide grin at the Sith.

”You paying?” Fynta would rather avoid a manhunt, especially one looking for her. When she made it back to base, she’d need to figure out how or who tipped off the space station’s security. It couldn’t be a coincidence that the station had gone on lock down within an hour of her arrival, or that they were looking for a Republic spy. Besides, she was stewing in her own self pity and didn’t have the energy to play games with Sith. 

He was a young Sith with a slight build, probably human once. Cybernetic enhancements blocked much of his face, but there was no denying the red eyes of the truly corrupt. The Sith drew back his shoulders. “As a citizen of the Empire, it is your duty to aid the Sith in all matters.”

”Good thing I’m not an Imperial citizen,” Fynta answered. She slapped a hand onto the unmistakable helm resting on the table. “I answer to the Mand’alor, and lately, he answers to credits. Without that, I’m on vacation.”

It was a gamble. Though Fynta had received training to protect her mind, not much could stop an angry Sith from crushing her throat. Only that T-shaped visor stood between her and death. The Sith didn’t know that Fynta didn’t belong to a clan or that no one would reign down hell should she miss a check in. She would be mourned, maybe even missed, but not much else. 

With a sneer, the young Sith waved forward two of his guards. “This one doesn’t leave your sight.” Fynta lifted her still empty cup to the Sith’s retreating back while the soldiers took seats at the adjacent table. Fynta ordered them drinks since they were stuck babysitting her. Neither touched them, but at least she tried. 

Fynta ignored the soldiers and their faceless glares. She was halfway through an article about the upcoming advancements to her favorite blaster model when another shadow invaded her space. Fynta huffed a sigh and prepared to give whichever soldier had grown a pair a piece of her mind when her comment sputtered. A grizzled Nautolan stood above her wearing a grin wide enough to display her sharp, yellow teeth. 

“Gift from the hulking mass at the bar.” Black eyes glittered with amusement as she set a thimble of dark liquid on the table. Fynta lifted a brow at the Mandalorian specialty, earning a wink from the old bar wench as she trundled off with a swagger that her bowed back had yet to steal.

Fynta sniffed at the overtly sweet Tihaar. It was a fifty-fifty shot that someone had paid the old woman to spike it, but she was beyond caring. She’d been looking forward to this Life Day. A torturously jolly round of sweets, light shows, and festivities with her favorite person. Caldus had the week off and had laid out enough holiday holos to ensure Fynta got many, long naps. Instead, she was stuck on an Imperial space station, avoiding a man hunt and pissing off Sith. At least one of those things brought her cheer.

Motion drew Fynta’s attention as a form slid into the booth across from her. “For fuck’s sake,” she muttered into the Tihaar, intentionally ignoring her likely suitor. That seemed to be the theme of the day, not that it had worked out so far.

“Do you have any idea how hard it is to get the attention of a pretty woman these days?” He hadn’t made it halfway through his grumble before Fynta’s gaze snapped up to the tusks curling away from a familiar faceplate. She didn’t need to see his face to know that he was grinning.

”How?” It was the only question that mattered, given that his affiliation with the Republic military was more public than hers. 

Caldus leaned an arm across the back of his booth with a reverberated laugh. “You’re not the only one good at your job.” He nodded to the soldiers, who seemed to take it at face value that two Mandalorian would meet in a bar with or without their interference. 

“I know but…” Fynta let the question die. It was too close to personal information spoken allowed in enemy territory. She shouldn’t be surprised. Caldus had been their tracker back when they’d hunted together. Every target they’d brought in was because of him. Still, Fynta had never had his skillset turned on her. And the speed at which he’d found her was almost insulting.

Caldus leaned his elbows on the table, and Fynta met him in the middle so that when he spoke, the words were only for her. “I’ll always find you, cyare.”

A strange tightness constricted Fynta’s chest even as she laughed. Leaning back, she gestured at Caldus’s helmet. “I didn’t think they were letting anyone in.”

The server droid chirped, igniting a menu display for their convenience. Caldus made a few selections while Fynta watched him, still not entirely sure this wasn’t a fever dream brought on by bad Tihaar. When he was done, Caldus sighed. “They’re letting ships land, but no one is allowed to leave.” He removed his helm, wiggling those bushy brows at Fynta. “They thought I was an ugly Gamorrean.”

Fynta barked a laugh, ignoring the way the two soldiers shadowing her glanced up. She kept her attention on Caldus, refusing to let their moment be ruined. “I think you’re beautiful.” Caldus answered with a grin wide enough to show off his tusks and the blunt teeth behind them. 

Food and more drinks came and went while Fynta and Caldus carefully danced around topics they didn’t speak about. There were updates from Verin, who had kept in touch with both of them as best as he could. Redacted stories from missions and everyday life. Finally, Caldus leaned back and patted the armour over his stomach. He watched Fynta scrape the rest of her dessert from the plate, then turned to the soldiers. “My girl and I are going to enjoy the sights.”

Neither soldier objected as Caldus stood to full height, taking up the space between their tables. He palmed his helm and slid it into place, then offered a hand to Fynta. She accepted, pulling her helmet on as well.

Once sequestered in the privacy of her small sanctuary, Fynta opened a line to Caldus. “Where are we going?” The soldiers waited until they had reached the door before following. 

“To the theater,” Caldus answered with that damned grin. “You didn’t think that you were getting out of the holo-athon, did you?”

Fynta groaned because it was expected, letting Caldus pull her under his arm when she feigned an escape. In truth, there was nowhere else she’d rather be.

Happy Holidays all!!!

[percivaljacksons]

okay girlypops do not get your hopes up. but I have tentatively finished a complete final draft lol

[olives-and-lilies]

Guess who got to work on another bang~! Over at @swbigbang

I got to illustrate for the Bonds of Beskar Sequel: Dagger’s Dominion by @popjeckdoom

Getting a chance to do a more traditional portrait scene for the third piece was just so much fun, I’ve missed getting to stretch my skills like that. I don’t bring it out very often, but it was SUCH a hilariously cute scene. Read it, you’ll love it. I promise.

Our beta Beth-the-Human recommended doing a metallic wrap instead of just cloth, and an Arabic technique called tulle-bi-telli, so Wolffe got this beautiful but complex Beskar woven fabric that kicked my ass to illustrate, yet was so worth it.

[dindjarinandlysakane]

The Sweetest Taste | Chapter 54 - Mi-tah

When Din Djarin meets a beautiful cake seller from Nevarro, do you think he’s just going to stand back and let her suffer at the hands of her abusive boyfriend? After a lifetime of heartache and pain, Lysa Kane realises she’s not on her own any more and finds an unlikely friend in the Mandalorian. And Din Djarin does not like men who treat women like that, not one tiny bit. Friendship/comfort and maybe something more…

Masterlist

Chapter 54 - Mi-tah

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It had turned into a scorching hot day. With the sun high in the sky, beating down upon the bare Nevarro desert.

Din Djarin could feel the perspiration beading beneath his tunic at the very back of his neck, as he stood in the direct line of the sun’s rays, working on the N-1. Tinkering with one of the engine fans which he had heard whirring and clicking, just a little too loudly for his liking, on his way home just the previous evening.

But Lysa and Grogu, who were both far more sensible, had today taken refuge beneath a small tree nearby, enjoying the cool of the shade.

Lysa had laid out a large blanket and had even brought out an array of foodstuffs, like flatcakes, fruit, and chopped liumbers, that Grogu had been enjoying snacking on all afternoon.

Din had angled himself in a way that he could see them from where he worked, glancing up at them every now and again. Close enough that he could just about make out snippets of sweet conversation shared between the pair.

For the past twenty minutes Grogu had been entertaining Lysa by using his powers to lift frogs, who had been minding their own business in the nearby pond, into the air. Before spinning them fast and setting them back down again gently. The pair laughing as the frogs then hopped away drunkenly, most of them wholly dazed and confused.

It was obvious to anyone who saw them, just how much Grogu adored having Lysa around. Providing him with that comfort and that warmth that Din, try as he might, just could not replicate.

Din stepped back for a second from the Starfighter, wiping his greasy gloves on a rag as he glanced up at the pair who were now giggling together as they watched a small frog attempt to swim through the air, his long legs flailing against nothing. 

Grogu was snuggled onto Lysa’s lap, as she sat there in a cream belted tunic dress, hair down, looking relaxed and happy. As though there was nothing else she could want for in this world.

She glanced up at Din, and caught him staring her way. Her kind smile changing to a far more knowing one.

“Want to join us?” she called over, her voice sweet like birdsong.

But Din just gave a grin behind his helmet and opened his mouth to speak… but he was suddenly disturbed by a raucous noise far in the distance drawing his attention.

“What is it?” asked Lysa, noticing Din’s shoulders tense suddenly, as his eyes locked onto a vehicle rumbling around the base of the mountain in the distance and turn sharply. Heading down the long track towards their cabin.

It was not a vehicle he recognised, and from here, even the pilots were not visible as the ship hurtled down the path towards them.

Din turned, his gloved hand sliding down towards the blaster at his belt, as he came to stand between Lysa, Grogu and the strange vehicle drawing nearer and nearer…

And it was only when, squinting against the sun,with his fingers tensed around the trigger of his blaster, ready to protect his family, did Din frown as he recognised just what the vehicle in question was and just who it belonged to.

From here Din could see that the ship was in fact a black modified old landspeeder, towing something underneath a tarp behind it.

And piloting this old and clunky-looking landspeeder…

“What are the Jawas doing here?” came Lysa’s voice from near to the tree behind him.

Din frowned, and watched as they approached the cabin, the landspeeder coming to stop ten feet or so away.

What in the force were the Jawas doing so far out of their territory?

It was usual to see them sometimes within the city walls but that was it. 

They certainly were not callers to Din’s home all the way out here.

There were three of them in total now, all piled into the front seat of the modified speeder. All with beady eyes staring at Din suspiciously from within their hooded cloaks.

The one nearest to him, got quickly to its feet, and gestured violently towards Din with its hand.

“Uwanna Ly-sah!” it barked.

Din remained silent, merely staring dead ahead at the unwelcome visitors with distrust and distaste. After his run-in with the Jawas on Arvala-7 it was hard not to hold a grudge against them, despite this being a completely different tribe on a completely different planet.

“Uwanna Ly-sah! Uwanna!” the Jawa barked again.

“I don't know what you’re saying,” said Din in a loud, carrying voice full of irritation. “I don't speak Jawaese.”

But Din was distracted suddenly by Lysa who appeared at his shoulder like a warm breeze. With Grogu cuddled to her breast, as the small child craned his neck to look at the Jawas nosily.

“Its ok,” she said calmly, a smile dancing over her lips as she glanced up at Din. Her beautiful green gaze meeting with his behind his visor. “I think they're looking for me.”

“Ly-sah! Ly-sah!” The Jawas all suddenly chimed excitedly at the sight of her.

Din’s fingers untensed around the blaster trigger, as she approached the Jawas she so obviously recognised, and who recognised her in return.

“M’um m’aloo, eyetas,” he heard her say suddenly in a friendly tone. And a moment later the Jawas all jabbered back to her, obviously understanding every word.

Din blinked his eyes for a moment staring at her curiously.

Yet again he had underestimated her, never having had her down as someone who could speak many languages. And yet here she was, surprising him with something new about her every single day.

He watched as she spoke to them for a few moments, before she said something, jiggling Grogu in her arms. Obviously introducing him to the Jawas who chattered back. With one even jumping up and down on the back of the landspeeder to get a better look at the child eagerly.

He saw her then turn and mutter something, nodding with her head towards Din. Which was followed swiftly by the three Jawas bursting into laughter.

Din clenched his jaw, his eyes glinting playfully as he tutted and stared her way.

“Something funny?” he uttered testily.

But Lysa merely smirked. “Nope,” she replied smoothly, wrinkling her nose his way.

And at this Din couldn't help but grin widely from behind his beskar helmet, eyeing her.

“I didn't know you spoke Jawaese,” he said in a low voice through his modulator.

But the beautiful blonde woman merely offered him a warm grin in return. “You never asked,” she chimed, before turning back to the Jawas.

The one in the driver’s seat, who seemed like the leader of the small group, hopped down from the speeder, beckoning Lysa towards the rear of their vehicle and toward the covered item they had been towing.

She followed with Grogu, as the Jawa leader chatted away quickly. “Ee’sa muht’ho?” it said loudly, causing Lysa to look over curiously.

“Ibana…” Din watched her mutter in interest, as the Jawas suddenly gave the dirty brown tarp that was covering the hidden item, a sudden tug, causing it to slide swiftly off to reveal…

Din gave a frown stepping forward, lips parting.

“Y-You salvaged it?” said Lysa, her eyes widening and her mouth dropping open, as she hastily translated. “Kurruzza speeda?”

There, to both Lysa and Din’s amazement, hovering a foot off the ground, was Lysa’s speeder, or half of it at least.

The last time Din had seen it, it had been just a wreck. Its parts strewn across the cavern floor, deep in Jawa territory.

But here it was now. With the base fully intact, looking mightily battered, but still looked like it might be able to run with some new parts.

“Ibana! Ibana speeda! Ibana speeda!” The Jawas all chanted excitedly.

And for a few long moments, as Din approached, running a hand over and admiring the half-fixed landspeeder, the Jawas chattered away with Lysa. Who spoke back to them in their tongue, her tone sounding grateful and sweet.

“How did they fix all this?” Din muttered with a shake of head, drawing Lysa’s attention to him for a moment.

“They said that they’ve been working on it since they found the wreckage,” she explained, her lips twitching up into a smirk as she translated. “Said they thought that if they fixed it, I’d be able to get back to delivering their sweetbreads-”

Lysa’s words turned to Jawaese quickly, her voice scolding for a moment. But her playful smile told Din that all was well.

“-they also said they ‘had no doubt the angry, shiny man would bring me home’.”

Lysa gave a grin at this, but her warm eyes seemed to linger on Din for a long moment.

The Jawa leader spoke, clapping his tiny gloved hand on the speeder, causing one of the metal panels to fall off with a clatter.

“They say it’s not fully rebuilt yet, but they will get more parts for it,” Lysa repeated for Din’s sake in Basic Standard.

At her words, Din gave a frown, standing back from the landspeeder and eyeing the Jawas suspiciously. “Where from?”

Lysa hurriedly asked them, and got an instant reply, which she seemed to pale at a little. Holding off for a few seconds before turning back to Din and wincing a little as she spoke.

“Best not to ask…” she said, giving a hasty gulp, but not elaborating further. 

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Ten minutes later, Din and Lysa stood shoulder to shoulder, watching the Jawas on their speeder disappear off into the far distance.

“They’re so sweet,” muttered Lysa with a sigh as she watched them go, Grogu still snuggled comfortably in her arms.

Din grimaced. “That’s one word for them…” he murmured, causing Lysa to shoot him a look.

“You’re just jealous because they like me and not you…” she said teasingly “…angry, shiny man.”

Behind his beskar Din gave a chuckle, eyeing her fondly.

“I’ll take a proper look at it tomorrow,” he said, kicking the bottom panel of the vehicle with his boot. “See if I can do anything with it in the meantime.”

But Lysa merely gave a light shrug.

“There’s no rush,” she sighed. “I was thinking I might take a little bit of time away from the deliveries. Just for a week maybe. I don’t think I realised quite how nice it is to have some time off until now.”

Din turned his head and stared down at her, noticing that her gaze seemed lost in the distance. But he didn't say a word, merely turning back to face the horizon once more.

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The day slipped slowly into evening, and then into night. An inky blackness, punctuated by twinkling stars, soon blanketing the sky above the small cabin.

The trio had retreated back into their home after their day outside, spending quiet and much needed time altogether. And tonight Din had even taken it upon himself to put together dinner.

Never considering food as anything more than fuel for his body before now, it struck him how much this mindset had now begun to shift. Likely heavily influenced by Lysa’s love of food and baking. And the fact that he now had others that he could sit down and share a meal with.

A real family of his own.

Of course, Din reluctantly did as he so often had to, and took his plate to eat out on the doorstep, still not completely comfortable with removing his helmet to eat in front of Lysa and Grogu in the stark light of the cabin.

But Lysa had merely given him a soft, kind smile as he had left the table with his dish, but had not uttered a word. Her expression of understanding, saying more than words ever could.

Grogu had been almost inseparable from Lysa today. Barely leaving her side for even a second.

And even now, as the hour grew late and the first hints of sleep began to sit heavy on Grogu’s eyelids, he was cuddled into her lap. His little green hand clasped around her fingers as she sat on the floor beside the fireplace, long skirts flowing around her gracefully.

Din was settled facing her, his back leant up against the base of the window ledge behind him, arm resting  easily on his hitched up knee, as he and Lysa talked about everything and nothing. 

As though it was the most natural thing in the world. 

As though this is where they had always meant to be.

Together.

Din and Lysa. 

The Mandalorian and the baker. 

Made for this existence, and one another.

“Hey, buddy,” said Din’s voice finally as Grogu gave a heavy blink of his large eyes, struggling to keep them open in the lateness of the hour. “I think it’s time for you to go to bed.”

But at Din’s words, Grogu gave a grizzly whine and tucked himself closer to Lysa.

The blonde gave a sweet smile, and brushed a hand gently over Grogu’s head, drawing his tired eyes up to hers.

“Come on, sweet boy,” she said with a whisper. “You look very sleepy.”

And she gave a small laugh as Grogu yawned audibly as though on cue.

“Mi-” he yawned again. “-tahhh.”

Din gave a small frown watching as Lysa smiled down at his child's words.

That was not the first time that phrase had been uttered to Lysa from Grogu. And as the days and weeks passed it had begun to become clear, at least to Din, just what those words now meant.

And from the look of love and warmth visible in Lysa’s eyes as she stared down at the child nestled in her arms, she knew what they meant too.

The Mandalorian watched as she got carefully to her feet and headed into Grogu’s Sleeper, holding him close.

Giving a stretch and a huff of air, Din got to his own feet and followed.

Reaching the doorway, he watched, leaning against the doorframe with arms folded, as Lysa sat on the edge of the small bed and settled Grogu.

Making sure he was tucked safely under the covers, Lysa leaned in, pressing a kiss to Grogu’s forehead.

“Sleep tight,” Din heard her whisper, as Grogu gazed up at her, blinking his huge dark eyes.

“Mi-tah…” he chirped quietly in response, as Lysa smiled and stroked his small cheek, watching as sleep began to wash over him once more…his eyes closing slowly shut.

Lysa lingered there for a few moments in the starlight, watching Grogu’s breathing grow rhythmic. Before she rose to her feet, picking up her skirts in both hands and turning and heading towards Din, still stood in the doorway.

She arrived at his spot before turning back to gaze over at Grogu, her eyes suddenly tinged with a sadness Din had not been expecting to see.

“Everything ok?” he asked, searching her face quickly.

But Lysa merely shook her head gently. “I just…” she said in a quiet voice, taking a breath, hovering over the words. “...I always wanted children, y’know-”

She looked distant for a moment before continuing.

“-like it’s something I always dreamed of. Having at least a couple…like a little girl or boy that I could just-” 

But Lysa trailed off again, swallowing hard. “-but like I said, I travelled and that was no life for a kid anyway, and then-”

Din watched, a frown settling its way between his brows, hidden by the beskar, as Lysa’s eyes fell to the floor momentarily, before flitting back up to the bed where Grogu lay sleeping. “-and then I met Crix and I-... well I knew it was best if there were no kids involved and so I was grateful that…that nothing ever happened. That I never-”

Lysa suddenly lifted a trembling hand to her mouth for the briefest of moments before lowering it again, shaking her head, her voice sounding suddenly distant.

“-I mean, I don't even know if I can-”

Suddenly she blinked, as though remembering just where she was. Slipping a smile onto her face, and turning to face the Mandalorian finally. Although Din could tell that behind her mask, she was still lost in thought.

“Anyway…my point is, I’m just grateful that I get to be here…with you and Grogu,” she said, her eyes filled with honesty. “He’s the sweetest boy I’ve ever known.”

Din glanced Grogu’s way, taking a moment before speaking. 

“There’s not much I know about his past. But I do know that the way he was raised, with the Jedi, didn't give him much chance to just be a kid. So I’m glad that he can have this place…” uttered Din, before turning back to face Lysa, taking her hand gently in his own gloved one. “...and you.”

Lysa blinked, her smile suddenly becoming far warmer, her entire face brightening.

“And you,” she commented, giving his hand a sudden squeeze in return. “I know that Grogu adores you. You make just the best father to him.”

Din’s eyes suddenly flitted between Lysa’s green ones, wanting so much to say something to her in return. But after her musings a mere moment prior, he was unsure if any comment about her being a mother figure to the small child asleep across from them, would seem insensitive now. Hurtful even.

But grasping his hand tightly in her own, Lysa turned and made for the living quarters once more. 

But she had led him just a few paces out of the room, when Din stopped still, as the Sleeper door slid shut behind them, and he tugged her back around to face him.

“What you said earlier,” Din uttered now in a low voice, staring at her hard, his heart suddenly thudding inside his chest. “About not wanting to go back to your deliveries right away.”

Lysa gazed up at him, giving a nod.

Dank farrik, she looked so beautiful, even in the dusky evening light. The flames from the fireplace behind him, dancing within the green of her eyes.

“I just wondered,” he said, sucking in a short sharp breath. “How would you feel…about going travelling for a little while?”

For a moment Din watched as Lysa gave a blink.

“W-Where?” she asked quietly, giving a small shake of her head.

“Where do you want to go?” asked Din in reply.

And he watched now as a look of utter delight suddenly appeared over Lysa’s pretty features.

She gazed back at him with eyes full of wondrous disbelief, biting down on her bottom lip.

“I mean…I’d love that, but I’m not sure all three of us, and R5 are going to be able to fit into your ship,” she said with another shake of her head, sending her long golden hair dancing across her shoulders, like a waterfall of pure sunlight.

“Well I’ve actually arranged to borrow a ship, from Karga,” replied Din in a low voice, trying to mask the grin that had slid it’s way over his lips at seeing the look of happiness on Lysa’s face. “If you’d like that?”

“I’d like that,” nodded Lysa quickly, suddenly tangling her arms around Din’s neck, her pink lips parted, her eyes shining bright, filled with pure joy.

“Come on,” she said smoothly, those eyes of hers meeting with his behind his helmet, as one of her hands slid down to entwine her fingers with his again. Turning them both, and tugging Din over towards the second Sleeper just a few feet behind them.

“I’m gonna need that beskar off…” she continued in a vixen-like tone, wrinkling her nose and letting out a ragged and needy breath.”...like now.”

And Din Djarin couldn't help but chuckle as he lifted one hand to his helmet, tugging it off there and then, revealing his face to the blonde standing in front of him.

And in an instant, before he could even utter a word, Lysa's lips were on his, as she dragged him backwards. 

The pair of them giggling and grinning into each other’s mouths between kisses, as they disappeared through the door to the sleeper…

…neither having any intention of re-emerging, until the sun rose hot in the sky once more.

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[stranger-who-writes-fiction]

I watched all of Mando last summer finally and thought it was great, so I would love to see more of the Mandalorian J'onn AU

Aw, nice! I actually fell behind on it--I think I saw up through season two? Can't really recall. And speaking of not being able to recall, I really could not remember if I'd posted any full chapters but apparently I did post chapter one! XD Aside from that I think I've only ever shared a preview from the second chapter, but I think I have up through three completely written. Here's a bit I liked from chapter three:

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“...Is it heavy?”

“Not anymore.”

“...Does it get hot?”

“Sometimes.”

“But you have to keep it on.”

“Always.”

“How do you wash it?”

“I don't.”

“Ewwww,” Kara laughs, grinning. “Your armor probably stinks!”

J'onn finds himself smiling, even as he defends himself. “I've never noticed any smell,” he says, minding the controls of the Razor Crest.

Kara hums thoughtfully behind him, in her seat. “You're just used to it, maybe” she reasons.

“Maybe,” J'onn humors her. “I suppose we'll never know for sure.”

Kara hums again, this time in agreement.

There's a lengthy pause in the conversation after that. So long in fact, that J'onn assumes Kara's gone back to stargazing. But then, quietly, almost more to herself than to J'onn, she says, “I don't think I'd like it. Wearing a helmet all the time.”

He hears fabric rustle behind him; when he glances over his shoulder, he sees that Kara's drawn her knees up to her chest, head resting against the transparasteel canopy, looking out at the stars.

He's seized with a sudden urge to reassure her that it's not so bad, but she lifts her head and asks him, “do you really have to wear it all the time? Forever?”

“I can take my armor off,” J'onn replies, “I just can't do it in front of anyone. Not if I want to put it back on.”

Kara sits forward suddenly.

“How come?” She asks. Oddly enough, she sounds almost...distressed. But J'onn can't imagine why his answer would be upsetting.

“It's not The Way,” he says reflexively. Then, remembering he's speaking to a child, “no one is allowed to see us, without our armor on.” That's not entirely true, but it's an answer that will suffice, for now.

“But what if...” he looks over his shoulder again, and Kara has his cloak twisted in her grip. “What if someone did see? By accident.”

“Accidents rarely happen,” J'onn says, “because we're very careful.”

“What if...someone saw by accident with your helmet still on?” Kara asks.

J'onn is, quite frankly, baffled by the question.

“I don't underst—”

It's at that precise moment that an indicator light flashes on the control panel.

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As with a lot of my half-finished multichapter stuff, WHO CAN SAY when I'll return to it, if ever. XD Maybe I'll just post what I have? Regardless, thanks for the ask! :)

[eggdrawsthings]

if you think about it they are literally just a grumpy biker dude and the little weird cat he picked up randomly on the sidewalk asjdhkjl

[pilot-boi]

What I get out of combining your AUs is that Jaune was adopted by the Arcs (who are Mandalorians), has debilitating medical issues that hindered him in becoming a huntsman, finds out he was abandoned by his bandit queen birth mother and has a twin sister, is physically abused in a myriad of ways and tortured after an extended sojourn in Mistral, and is isolated & tortured by a demon until he disassociates from the amassed guilt. But Armored Angel is canon so it all evens out. :)

Yes

YES

YES!!

PUT THE BOY IN THE MEAT GRINDER

[vozart]

PUT THAT BACK ON WHAT ARE YUOU DOING?!?!? - mando!ghost

@27potatochips for sharing the same braincell as me <3

[pocketramblr]

Ah, and, well, you know me. 👉👈 DCAU? Or Mandoade and Jetiise? Spare Prime Torino for Shih?? 🥺

Winter Break WiPmas

Mandoade and Jetiise Headcanon- Sorahiko took a course or two about his home planet when at the Temple, but never went back to look for his family after leaving, only staying with Nana.

Exert-

“Who is this?” “Hikage Shinomori. My buir was in your traat’aliit.” “Your buir?” Hikage heard the question Kudo wasn’t asking. “Died two years ago, there was a trap from the dar’jetii. You’re heading for another one, I think.” There were a lot of terms for death, in Mando’a. Hikage didn’t say Pudiri marched away- taab'echaaj'la. He didn’t even say xe died in battle- r'ash'amu. Just died. Ru'ramaana.

DCAU Headcanon- Kurogiri was created when Shouta tried to trade half his life for half of Oboro's. Neither of them were pleased with the outcome of that deal, but Shouta made sure the demon wasn't either, without altering any of the wording. You'd think they'd like. learn their lesson about not making deals with demons after that but no

Exert:

When Sorahiko warned Nana of a missile incoming far too fast for him to intercept, of course she jumped in herself to do it. Her arms strained and her shoulders complained at the jolt, but the worst part was how her bracers vibrated against the crumpling hot metal of the missile, a clang that shook to her bones. It wasn't the impact that made her gasp, though. Just grit her teeth and throw herself forward more. That’s when she got a glimpse of what was inside the- The probably not-a-missile. The hopefully not-a-missile. The Nana-prayed-to-all-the-gods-and-would-consider-even-the-new-ones-her-mother-hated that it was not-a-missile. And that’s when she gasped, and her grip slipped. She corrected in a moment, but her landing on the sandbar was awkward, put politely. Less graceful than some of Sorahiko’s crashes, put more honestly. She spat out sand and probably swallowed more of it as she threw herself up and towards the she-was-going-to-kill-someone-if-it-was-a-missile. She slammed her hands against the metal, sweating from effort or panic or the heat to peel it away. It had been built to withstand a lot, though. The baby inside blinked at her.

[bon-sides-sw]

My piece done for the Dinluke Secret Santa held on @stardads

This one was a gift for @ladylaran I had the most fun drawing this! Mando! Luke is my Favorite and most precious Au :'3

So here these two idiots who fell in love. Original text on the Ao3 post:

Totally NOT a crush!!

Mando Luke does NOT have a crush on Din Djarin!! Din is so hopelessly in love tho...

Obi-Wan took Luke after being born, but didn't arrive on Tatooine, instead he hid on Concordia and was accepted into the Children of the Watch Covert. There Luke was raised as a Mandalorian warrior along Din (and Paz). Luke of course fell in love with this one Mando who is so oblivious to everything and his Dad keeps teasing him about it. Din falls in love after Luke beats his ass on a friendly sparr.

[percivaljacksons]

Mando AU updates? 😭

bestie I am so sorry for keeping you all in purgatory. For my sins:

[freakrenaissance]

Such an adorable lil moment with my favorite clan of 3 😌 I love this au sooo much!

For the blossoming romance prompts: 11 with Din mayhaps?

Oh Jennibean, so sweet!

PROMPT: picking a leaf/flower petal out of their hair, or brushing dirt off of their face

... with sweet Din? *sigh*

Okay, I'm just going to take a peek at what our Earthbound Din is up to...

This is part of my A Galaxy Far Far Away series but probably can be read on its own. But if you enjoy it and would like to read more about Earthbound Grogu and Din here is a link to the series masterlist

In northern New England, summers were short, but could be fierce. For Din and Grogu's first summer on Earth, it was just that.

Windows of Juniper Cottage were open wide day and night, and the cotton curtains fluttered hopefully with any hint of a breeze.

You worked evenings at the pub, so every day around 3 or 4 you, Din and Grogu headed to the nearby swimming hole. Fed by groundwater or a spring, it was cold and refreshing, perfect to cool everyone down before the end of the day.

Grogu loved it, especially. In his floaties and little onesie swimsuit, he would doggie paddle around the circumstance, giggling and babbling happily and you amused him with canon balls.

As for Din, it took some getting used to. He felt every exposed at first. Out of his helmet a good seven months ago, now he was out in so little clothing. Luckily, the swimming hole was within a glade, shafts of light streamed, with small insects dancing it them, completely unseen by the road, nor even the property owners home.

You swam like a fish, diving deep, coming up from below Grogu to his delighted surprise... Din flushed the first time you floated to the surface in front of him. You looked so beautiful coming out of the water. Skin shining, water dripping from your chin, lips parted, breathless from holding it for an extended time. Chest to chest, he wrapped his arms around your waist as two pairs of legs worked below the surface to keep you afloat. You brought one arm over his broad shoulder, and with your free hand, you plucked a flower petal out of his curling damp hair.

"Mock orange."

"What?"

You smiled and pointed over your shoulder, "Sorry, it's from that mock orange bush. The pretty little white flowers."

He smiled, poised to speak, but what he was about to say you didn't know, for at that moment Grogu decided to try a canon ball himself, and you both were in the splash zone.

Turning toward the proud little guy, you both clapped and hooted.

"Good job, kid."

Grogu paddled over and wrapped his little arms around his dad bicep, cooing and beaming. You went to swim away, but Din caught you around your middle again and pulled you back, surprising you with a kiss.

"I'm not done with you," he murmured.

THANKS FOR READING 💚

Jennibean, thank you for the prompt!!

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