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Business Ethics- Melissa Schemmenti x Reader

Pairing: Melissa Schemmenti x fem! IT employee

Word count: 4.3k

Warnings: none, drinking, angst, implied smut. flirting

Summary: Melissa finds out you're getting fired and doesnt know how to tell you but eventually word gets out.

You had worked at Abbott for about 3 years now in the IT department and loved your job with a passion. You had skills with computers and didn't mind using those to make some good money, not to mention you got to work with good people. They never gave a shitty attitude or were sexist pigs like other places you worked. Not to mention thanks to this job you met your girlfriend Melissa. Her being a teacher here worked out well, but you haven't got around to telling anyone yet because you don't want to worry about gossip, and of course the HR issues. You were currently on your way to the break room because someone had called about the wifi not working in there. It usually is just an issue on their end, but you don't mind since it's an easy fix and you get to stop and chat with some of the other staff for a bit. You are an angel in about half of the staff's eyes since you seem to magically fix all their tech issues with projectors and what not. The other half never paid mind to you but were always friendly.

“Hey! Got a call about Wifi?” you say walking in and Barb sticks up her hand with a finger pointed to signal you over.

“Yeah Facebook isn't loading and it's really ruining my relaxing lunch.” she scoffed and you smiled walking over.

“May I?” you ask, gesturing to her phone and she hands it to you. You peek above her phone to spot the empty seat beside her. She notices and stares at you intensely.

“She’s not here yet, I think she ran off campus for food today.” Barb answers and you look at her with a faux confused face.

“Um..” you pause and clear your throat before sitting up straight and handing her phone back, “You were on the guest Wifi.” you said before turning to leave.

You are met with Melissa's bright eyes and large smirk as she looks you up and down. “Hey Wall-E what brings you to these parts?” Melissa mocks at you as she moves past to sit down.

You roll your eyes at the name she chose today, usually she goes for Specs, Droid, or Short Circuit. You turn to face her and she smiles when your eyes meet, you can tell she enjoys teasing you like this in front of everyone and you hold back your own smile. Before you can answer you get a call from another teacher to help with their computer and so you bite your tongue and walk away. Once you are gone Barb lets out a large breath.

“Oh my god I thought I was gonna go crazy.” Barb gasps

“What? How come?” Melissa asks, confused. Barbra leans in close to whisper.

“Ok Ava told me this earlier and you can not tell anyone, especially Y/n,” she started and Melissa nodded for her to continue “according to Ava since they have to make some departmental cuts, the superintendent said they are going to have to let Y/n go” She sits back up and looks around to make sure no one heard.

Melissa leans up slowly with shock over her face. She feels her stomach drop and she begins to already grow guilty for having this knowledge.

“That's crazy.” Melissa mutters with a clear upset.

“I know and who knows what this means for the other staff and oh I feel so bad for the girl but ya know last one in first one out..” Barbra keeps rambling on but Melissa tunes her out as she thinks about you. She gets up without a word and rushes to Avas office. She knew the superintendent, Jamie, was still on campus and likely to be talking with Ava so she took this as her opportunity.

She doesn't bother knocking and just opens Ava’s door, standing in front of her desk with a tight lip and furrowed brow.

“What now Schemmenti? Did you really have to disturb my meeting?” Ava says annoyed.

“You're firing Y/n?” she says with attitude and Ava sighs, setting her magazine down.

“Um, Yes we are letting her go.” Jaime says calmly with a sympathetic smile, not allowing Ava to speak.

“But why? She has been here for three years and she has been helping us out so much she doesn't deserve this.” Melissa said with anger in her throat, she tried her best to stay calm and not yell, but she felt so much for you she couldn't not say anything.

“I don't want to Ms.Schemmenti but with where we are at it was either her or one of our Food Service Directors and that department is a complete mess so we couldn't afford to lose one of them.” Jaime says trying to reason with her by providing her excuses

“Bullshit.” Melissa scoffs

“Look I don't like this anymore than you do but at the end of the day it has nothing to do with you so just let it go Ms. Schemmenti. Understood?” Ava was now standing to level with Melissa and Melissa's arms were crossed as she shook her head and clenched her jaw.

“And you can't tell her Melissa, it's not your place and if I find out that you even mentioned the possibility to her-” Ava began trying to sympathize before Jamie cuts her off

“We will have to ask you to resign.” Jaime finished and both Melissa and Ava’s eyes went wide.

“You can't fire me for telling her.” Melissa scoffed, Ava looked down.

“We have a long list of new teachers that want to work here Ms. Schemmenti, so it wouldn't be an issue.” Jaime smirked and Melissa held back the words that were prying to pour from her mouth and just stormed out.

Later that day you and Melissa were hanging out at her place and watching some random Judge show and after some comfortable silence, Melissa spoke softly and with a rather monotone voice.

“If you had bad news about a coworker but you couldn't tell them or you may get fired, would you risk that or just ya know mind your own business?” She muttered and you scrunched your brows.

“Hmm, that's a good question. Normally I'd mind my own business, but..” You paused looking up at her from your place on her shoulder, “I think it also depends on how close you are with them you know?” you finish and then look back at the TV.

“Yeah, good point.” she sighs as she chews on her cheek with furrowed brows.

You haven't seen Melissa all week and she was being super dry in text and it was beginning to worry you, she did this every now and then and it usually meant she was dealing with some personal or family stuff, but it hasn't happened in a while since she was getting really good at communicating these things to you. You finally decided to corner her during the lunch hour and see what was going on.

You spotted her walking down the hall as you left another classroom and you walked faster to catch up.

“Melissa, hey can I uh, talk to you?” you asked softly and she stopped to look at you. She fidgeted and looked at her watch as if she was in a hurry, but eventually nodded.

“Yeah sure.”

You looked around before grabbing her hand and leading her to one of the far stairwells you often met up in since it hardly got used. You waited for the door to shut before sitting on one of the steps.

“Mel, what's been going on? I haven't seen you all week.” you asked softly and she sighed her hands coming to cover her face in frustration before they ran through her hair and she started pacing slowly.

“I know and I'm sorry.” she muttered, not looking at you.

“Is it something between you and your family, or work, or.. Us?” you hesitated with the last topic and she shook her head. You stood up and grabbed her hips to get her to stop pacing and face you. You pushed her to lean against the wall behind her and she sighed.

“I have to tell you something but if anyone finds out i'll get fired.” she said plainly.

You laughed, thinking she was joking. “Mel, come on, don't be dramatic.”

“I wish I was Y/n but I'm serious, and it's been tearing me up all week long and I didnt think I could hold it in if I was around you.” she smiled and your own smile faded as you looked between her eyes.

“Just tell me it's fine, I won't say anything!” you said sincerely and she nodded.

“Ok, um, I was told that due to lack of resources and financial issues, they are going to…fire some people.” she said with a worried tone and sympathetic but slightly awkward smile. Melissa did plan on telling you but she saw your worried gaze and panicked, skipping around the truth.

“What? You’re kidding me! How do you know this? Do we know who yet?” you asked with furrowed brows.

“Um Barb told me and I got it confirmed by Ava and Jamie, but we don't know who or how many.” she stated plainly.

“Oh my gosh, I mean i'm sure we will be fine, it’ll be the last one in the first one out.” you said looking down as you shook your head.

Melissa looked at you and felt her chest tighten, she felt panic wash over her again and pushed herself off the wall.

“Well I got to go back to class hon.” She chirped, walking over to stand in front of you.

“Yeah I should head back too. Ill see you later tonight?” you asked and she moved her hands to your hips.

“Umm it's maybe on tonight, I have papers to grade and stuff. Ill see you tomorrow night though, for drinks with the others yeah?” she said with a cheery tone as she lifted your chin to look at her.

“Yeah.”

“Great, and I’ll pick you up so you don't have to drive.” she smiled and leaned in for a kiss. You kissed her softly and slowly, you hands moving to slide into the back pockets of her jeans, her hands roamed down to your hips again to grasp them firmly and you pushed into the kiss harder. Finally you pulled away to get air and your cheeks flushed a deep red.

“Fuck Schemmenti. Bring that energy tomorrow night.” You whispered out of breath, your eyes looking into her with heavy lids. She laughed and pulled away, kissing your cheek and leaving.

The group that was going to the bar consisted of Barbara, Melissa, Ava, Jacob, and Janine, and of course yourself. Gregory opted out so he could come pick the others up when we were all ready to leave. You were finishing your makeup as you waited for Melissa to get here, excitement to go out with everyone filled your chest, the only downside was having to act just friendly with Melissa after having some drinks. You were fine if you took it slow and paced yourself, but one too many cocktails and Melissa turns into a lone flame, dancing in the air before your eyes, illuminating your whole face and making it devilishly hot. She draws you in and you can't feel satisfaction or peace until you have her around you. Melissa loves this about you obviously, and nine times out of ten she gives you what you want.

So tonight you were sticking to beer. Or at least that's what you told yourself.

You heard a car door and quickly headed downstairs, grabbing your purse and locking the door behind you. You were wearing casual yet flattering clothes, ones that accentuated your features and wouldn't make you overheat.

“Hey baby.” Melissa smiled as she got out of the car and opened your door.

“Hi love.” you said, giving her a peck before getting into the passenger seat. She shut the door and walked around to get back in. You changed the station as she did so and when she got back in she looked at you, your face gazing out the window.

“Night just started and you’re already being a brat.” her tone was low and sarcastic and you couldn't help the grin that spread on your face.

“I don't know what you’re talking about.” you said slyly and she scoffed, pulling out of the driveway and heading to the bar. It wasn't far from her house thankfully, and you were able to get decent parking. The first hour went by fast, and Ava had made everyone do a shot when they got there, so you made sure to be careful. You all just talked and gossiped for most of the night, watching drunk people do karaoke at the front of the bar. You looked over and saw a pool table and got excited, you nudged Melissa and she looked over.

“Maybe we can sneak away for a round or two?” you said looking at her, she turned to look at you, her face dangerously close to yours.

“Damn already? I thought you were pacing yourself.” she smirked and you rolled your eyes.

“Of pool.” you remarked and she tilted her head with a teasing glance.

“Mhm. Lead the way.” she said and you got up, going to the bar to get you and Melissa another beer, and then heading to the table, Melissa took the cold bottle from your hand, her fingers brushing yours and you smiled at her.

“Watch it.” She just shrugged in response and you grabbed a stick, handing her one after she finished setting it up. You moved aside and let her break and she looked at you with a spine chilling smirk. You watched as she bent over, your eyes tracing over her back and around the curve of her ass, her fingers delicately placed around the stick as she moved it back and forth. You took a sip to cool you down, and looked away. You looked over at the group and they were still in a deep gossip session. You looked back and Melissa was lining up for another shot and you laughed.

“How many did you get in on the break?” you questioned and she looked up at you after hitting another and making it in.

“Two.” she moved to stand in front of you, lining up her next shot, she bent down slowly and you looked in disbelief, looking around to see if anyone noticed, she pressed her ass into your center and right as she went to hit the ball you gripped her hips, your thumbs sliding up her shirt slightly so they could press into her skin with force, she tensed up and let out a small gasp and it caused her to miss the shot. She stood up quickly and looked at you.

“So that's how we are going to play huh?” you smiled and walked to take a shot. You got two in before you were getting ready for your next and Melissa started to fidget with her heel, she stood across from you, her hand on the side of the table. She leaned down slightly, fixing the non existent issue and causing her cleavage to be directly in your eyeline. You looked into her eyes that were dark and secretive. You couldn't help your eyes dipping back down to her perfect breasts and you rolled your eyes, taking the shot and standing back up before the ball even made it halfway to the pocket. Of course to no one's surprise, you missed, and you went to sip your drink while Melissa took her next turn.

Eventually it was down to Melissa and you both one away from the 8 ball, you had both continued playing dirty and Melissa just happened to be better at doing that, and with assets like hers it's easier to do. Melissa paused to drink her beer as she prepared for her turn. You quickly went to the bartender and ordered two shots, heading back over to Melissa. She looked at you and raised a brow.

“Thanks hon but I probably shouldn't drink anymore.” she said kindly and you downed one of the shots as you looked at her. Your eyes were determined and full of admiration and a hunger to win.

“Wasn’t for you.” you said with a smile as you did the other one. She looked at you confused and you walked over to her.

“Now, if you win, you will get to deal with future drunk me however you’d like.” you said smiling. Her jaw slacked and she looked over your face.

“And if you win?” she asked with a curious smile.

“I'm going to go home alone, and get myself off. And if you talk me through it you may get a few selfies.” you muttered softly and she felt her muscles tense up at the thought. As hot as that would be, she loves when you are drunk and needy, she doesn't want to miss out on this.

“And we are playing clean from here on.” you added and she agreed, walking to line up her shot. You watched as you sipped your drink, the drinks finally catching up to you and your legs suddenly felt weak. You stayed standing and focused your vision on Melissa, your blood rising in temperature as your eyes looked over her.

“That look is not playing clean.” she muttered, not looking away from the ball. You didn't say anything and she took her shot. The force of her strong arm caused a loud pop to be heard and it made your core twitch and your legs push together. She made the shot and you scoffed. Her hazey eyes met yours with a cocky smirk and you looked away, when you looked over Barbara was heading towards you and you straightened up. Melissa noticed and she smiled.

“Hey Barb, what's up?” Melissa asked and she sat down at the high table next to us.

“Jacob and Ava are getting into it about some stupid show.” she sighed and you laughed

“Wow you left Janine alone over there?” you looked over and she was sinking into the booth sitting between the other two.

“Mm. How's your game?” she asked and Melissa's smiled widened.

“I'm winning of course.” she didn't hesitate to state and you rolled your eyes.

“Just go on already, Schemmenti.” She looked at you with a daring eye and you laughed.

“I'm gonna go to the bathroom, Barb, take my shot for me.” she said, handing her stick to the woman before disappearing. You sat in shock and Barb looked at you.

“I won't lie, Y/n, I had a lot of beverages tonight.” she smiled walking over to the table, you smiled in response hoping this would give you an advantage.

“That's okay, me too.” you laughed, the drinks were really hitting you now and time seemed to slow down as you waited. You could hear the people talking loudly over the music, and the colorful lights made everything glow.

“Yeah I don't blame you, I would in your situation. It really is just awful.” she said looking for the best place to shoot from. You furrowed your brows in confusion and looked over at her.

“What do you mean?” you asked, your words slightly slurred.

“Well you know with the whole letting you go, situation.” she looked up at you and the loud noises along with drinks in your system caused you to have a harder time piecing it together. She noticed and pushed her own brows together.

“Wait, Melissa didn't tell you? Woah I was sure she would have.” she said shocked and you shook your head.

“Melissa?” you said at the mention of her name and Barbara nodded.

“Yeah Ava said they had to let you go.” she said as she took the shot. You watched as she missed and you stepped back. “Damn I missed.”

“When did you tell her?” you asked and she paused to think.

“Hmm like two weeks ago.” she said as she set the stick down. Behind her you saw Melissa walking over, she came into focus and you saw her face turn down, surely a reaction to your own stoic and melancholy expression. Your brows tight together and your eyes full of confusion. She walked closer and you sighed.

“Two weeks you knew and you didn't tell me.” you muttered and Melissa immediately realized what happened. Barbara looked at you both, confused and unsure if her suspicions were correct. She muttered and apology to Melissa and walked back to the group. You didn't say anything else and just grabbed your purse and walked away, you paused at the others to let them know you were leaving cause you didn't feel well, and headed out the door. Melissa grabbed her own belongings and hurried to close out the tab, she told the others she was driving you home, and hurried out after you. You had already started your journey down the street, your feet hurt and your legs were slightly numb from the cold night air nipping at them. Your vision was slightly delayed, but overall you were conscious enough to make it home at a decent time. You finally realized why you were walking away and you sighed. You realized Melissa had not only not told you but had the chance and lied instead. You loved your job so hearing this information stung. Learning your girlfriend that you met here, knew before you though, that hurt worse.

“Y/n, baby please let me drive you.” she shouted after you and you shook your head.

“I need to clear my thoughts. I'll be fine.” you said and you heard her heels stop clicking. You figured she gave up with your stubborn attitude and went back. No more than a minute later, she was pulled up driving next to you as you walked.

“Sweetie, I'm sorry, please get in the car and then we can talk about it.” she said, genuine sorrow and worry laced in her tone which led you to look up at her.

“I dont want to fucking talk Melissa.” you said with your voice raised, walking ahead once more.

“Get in the car.” she demanded with a flat tone that intimidated you to your bones. You ignored her and she stopped the car, you stopped walking and looked over and she raised an eyebrow at you. “Just let me get you home safe and ill give you all the space you want.” she said softly and the amount of care that seeped out of her words made your heart flutter and you walked over and got in the car. After a few moments of silence you sighed.

“Did you talk to anyone else?” you asked and she nodded.

“After I found out I went to Ava’s office and she was with Jamie and they told me there was nothing they could do. Trust me when I say I tried baby. Then they said I would get replaced if I told you. You nodded in shock and chewed on your lip before starting back up.

“God I mean did you tell them to cut someone else? To fire fucking Gary or something?” you asked and she nodded.

“Yes baby I tried but they said they had no other choice.” her brows pushed together as she rubbed your thigh in comfort.

“Fuck.” you muttered looking down and running a hand through your hair. “What the hell am I going to do, I mean finding a new job isn't hard but leaving my friends and you. Not to mention I'll have to go work at another bro-ey tech department.” you rolled your eyes and she sighed.

“I know hon, I'm sorry. I will help you find a new position and I'm sure we have time to find a good fit.” she tried her best to comfort you but you were so angry that Ava allowed this to happen and you knew you would either snap or start crying so you just turned and looked out the window.

“And you… why didn't you just tell me?” you muttered with judgment and her mouth turned down in guilt.

“I don't know. I just panicked.” she said softly and you nodded, accepting her reasoning and deciding to just forget about it for tonight. You got to your house and insisted she didn't need to walk you to the door, so you grabbed your things and looked at her with an awkward smile.

“I guess ill maybe, see you at work on Monday.” you joked and she just stared at you with sympathy, you kissed her cheek and she kissed yours before you got out and headed inside.

After you got inside you immediately showered and got ready for bed, you finally checked your phone as you turned on your TV and sat on your plush comforter. There were messages from Melissa, one letting you know she made it home, and one apologizing again. As you read them she texted again asking if you were mad and you pondered for a moment. You sat up and flipped to your camera, sitting against the pillows, you held your arm out, your thighs up to your mouth in frame, wearing a sheer burgundy panty set. You looked at it before sending it along with ‘we are okay’ and then you put your phone on silent, and went to sleep. Leaving Melissa with nothing but the photo of you.

this was a quick little one I hope yall like these angsty fics sorry about no smut

please send int requests yall!! and feel free to ask for other characters and ill lyk if I write for em.

#melissa schemmenti x you #melissa schemmenti x reader #melissa x reader #melissa schemmenti x y/n #abbott elementary #lisa ann walter

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posting-for-the-void · 3 months ago

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So a lot of twins claim to have a sort of twintuition thing where they understand each other easily and often without words, and sometimes have high-level empathetic reactions to things that are happening to the other twin, even if they don’t know what’s happening to the other twin because they are in different locations at the time. There’s obviously not a lot of scientific evidence to back it up, but, eh. It’s a cool concept.

But what if, for the Skywalker twins, the force just ramped that up to 100.

Fic-ish thing below the cut.

Five-year-old Luke is learning the Tatooine slave language. After all, Aunt Beru used to be Beru Whitesun, before she married Uncle Owen, and his mom was Grandma Shmi, who used to be a Skywalker before she married Uncle Owen’s dad. Beru helps the recently-escaped hide in the secret compartment in the wall of their house more often than Owen does, but he claims it’s for plausible deniability, whatever that means. Leia, on Alderaan, begins mixing the harsh, clicking language with Basic subconsciously, but only when talking to herself in private. After all, she is a princess, and they must choose their words carefully in front of others.

Leia at age ten argues with her cousin about whether droids deserve respect, and across the galaxy, Luke is absolutely overcome with the need to thank every single droid he’s ever met for helping him with anything (he did this anyways before but for some reason he has to do it again Right Now).

Luke gets to drive a speeder by himself for the first time at 13 and Leia is practically begging for someone to take her out in a hovercar and go as fast as possible. And if that can’t happen she’s going to get the space equivalent of a Formula One racing sim, goddamnit.

Seventeen-year-old Junior Senator Leia’s heart skips a beat every time someone mentions Tatooine. She isn’t sure why. Obi-Wan lives there, yes, but something in her just knows that isn’t the real reason. Luke, meanwhile, yearns to see the galaxy, and often finds himself outside at night, staring at the sky. His eyes, for as long as he can remember, have always felt drawn towards a specific star. He asked Uncle Owen about it once when he was younger, and he gruffly explained that it was the Alderaan system. He feels like there’s something there, waiting for him. He’s not sure why.

And then they meet in person, and it’s “You’re a little short for a Stormtroope—Luke?”

“Leia?”

“Do I know you?”

“I don’t think so. Can I hug you?”

“Of course, you idiot. You’re my twin brother. You don’t even have to ask.”

“Thanks, Leia. You know, I had the weirdest dreams when I was ten about you and Old Ben.”

“Oh, yeah, that was actually real. I got kidnapped.”

“Cool.”

“Is it true you got nicknamed ‘Wormie’ by your friends?”

“…Yeah.”

And Han is so confused, but it’s fine, and within two hours their conversations are more like, “Hey, Leia, could you pass me the—“

“Yeah, do want the green one or the—“

“No, the blue one, probably. I need it to—“

“Oh, yeah, of course, that makes sense.”

And then Yoda tries to do the whole “Attached, you are,” routine, and Luke is like, “Well, duh. I’m only here so I can teach Leia everything I learn as soon as I get back. I’m just a pilot, which is a lot more replaceable than a princess, so we thought it would be best if I come learn from you instead of her.”

And meanwhile Leia is a lot stronger in the force now, and she meets Vader again and just goes, “Darth Dad, what the actual fuck,” under her breath in the Tatooine slave language, and the hint of Anakin that’s left absolutely freezes. Because Palpatine—Sideous—whatever, he said his kid was dead. He said that Padme died and the kid did too. He lied. And, when he meets Luke later, and he says the same Sithspitting thing, Anakin gets so thrown he accidentally cuts the kid’s hand off. Luke falls, and the shock of it in the force is so strong, and Anakin’s eyes flash blue in grief and love and hope, all at once, and all of the sudden he can think clearly for the first time in years. And his kids’—his kids!—bond in the force is so strong, how did he not notice it before?

And, anyways, I just feel like Skywalker Twintuition would be on a completely other and incomprehensible level.

#star wars #luke skywalker #leia organa #princess leia #luke and leia #skywalker twins #anakin skywalker #darth vader #skywalker twintuition #ficlet #star wars: a new hope #a new hope #star wars: the empire strikes back #the empire strikes back #star wars: obi-wan kenobi #obi wan kenobi #star wars au #star wars ficlet

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slimybeth69 · 26 days ago

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Touch: Part 8

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Series Summary: The Mandalorian is quite interested in what you've been doodling. What happens when he finds out?

Rating: Explicit

Chapter Summary: Tatooine is nice, Grogu... not so much.

CW: me making things up about a ship that I have no reason to even think about, smut: mutual mast (whaaat? again???) unprotected P in V, creampies.

a/n: this chapter was heavily Rough Day inspired as is the whole story, but one part from Rough Day stuck with more than the rest-- you'll see. love you @no-droids, miss you.

“This is your hyperspace map.” Din points to one screen on the left side of the ship's cockpit dashboard.

You’re sitting in the Captain's chair with Grogu in your lap.

“Both of you, pay attention.” Din snaps his gloved fingers in the child's face. Granted, Grogu had been looking around in awe of all the screens and buttons and things that neither of you had been allowed to touch until right now.

Grogu faces forward and you give him a comforting squeeze.

"You can determine your range by looking at your fuel gauge.” Din turns his helmet in your direction to make sure you’re paying attention.

You nod in understanding. “Determine your range by checking the fuel gauge. Got it," you imitate Din's rasp with a smirk.

He shakes his helmet from side to side and turns to look down at Grogu, who is looking at a different screen right next to the fuel gauge.

Din points to that one now and as he does, it starts blinking red and the alarms start going off in the ship again. Not as loud in here though. The Captain needs to think clearly.

“This is your enemy proximity warning indicator...” Din sighs softly. “Okay, get outta the chair. We got pirates. Go somewhere you can hold onto something, or strap in-” he motions to the chair beside him in the cockpit.

That is terrifying-- being where the action goes down inside the ship!? No, thank you.

The comlink in the cockpit kicks on and a voice begins speaking to Din.

“You cannot just run away after cuttin’ down four of my brothers in cold blood, Mandalorian.”

The voice rings out through the ship and makes you flinch. You look down at Din as you stand in the doorway of the cockpit. This unlike anything you’ve ever dealt with before.

Din kept you packed away safely on the Crest-- far away from whatever this was.

Pirates. Cutting down in cold blood.

The man continues to speak as dreadful thoughts of what could happen to you and Grogu floats through your head.

Din is always safe, never has failed to come home but you’re barely a Jedi. You’re realizing that now when you get scared or overwhelmed. You might be able to fight but being a Jedi takes way more time than two years.

“Gorian Shard should stick to hijacking and ransoming."

The ship suddenly jolts, and is now speeding much more quickly than before. It makes you stumble back several steps but you grab onto a doorway and hold on tight as Din weaves in and out of asteroids.

Maker--this is not what you thought Din did out here in the galaxy. Getting chased by pirates!? He was supposed to be a bounty hunter, that’s what he told you when he hired you.

This doesn’t really look or feel like hunting. It feels like being hunted–that’s what it feels like.

It’s all okay. You’re gonna be fine! Din won't let anything bad happen to you, ever. Not now!

“I’m actually going to need you to strap in. Hold on to Grogu.” Din’s voice is strained as it calls back to you from the captains chair.

You struggle to make your way back up to him, but you manage to get yourself into the co-pilot seat and strap in. “Please hold on. Pay attention too; free lesson.”

For what?!

This isn’t what you signed up for when you agreed to let him teach you how to fly the new ship. No, you thought you’d have fun in the seat he’s in- maybe take off, land the ship sometimes. Not this! This is all getting a little too real now.

The wound on Din’s leg was the start of it two years ago- when you nursed him back to health. Now he wants to you fly this damn ship sometimes, and be chased by pirates or whatever else was out there waiting for him. Now you too! And Grogu! Three more enemies start approaching from the front of the ship, not from the rear where the other three were coming from.

“Din…” You point to the screen and show him what you’re seeing.

“Three more?” He sounds confused as he turns the ship in the opposite direction. “Where did they come from?” You don’t know, you don’t care, you just want him to get you all out of here safely. You wince and hold Grogu tightly to your chest and try to cover his eyes. “No. Don’t . Let him see, he’ll be a Mandalorian one day.” You sigh and take your hands away from the child’s face so he can see all the asteroids and other ships that are shooting at you fly past.

“This just-fuck!– sorry,” you look over at Din apologetically, but he almost just hit an asteroid! You’re expected to not swear? “This is just a lot…for a child. What if he has nightmares?” You ask, your free hand now holding on to the wall on your side. You go to push for brakes that aren’t there on the floor and your whole body is stretched out in the chair beside Din as he heads straight for another asteroid. “Din. Din. Din. Din. Din.”

He’s going to fucking kill you, but at the last second he pulls up and you think you can feel the ship ding it–just scrape right along the tip-top of the giant floating boulder in space.

“Oops,” Din rasps from behind his modulator as you glare at him. “Just a scratch.”

You roll your eyes and hear an explosion behind you. Don’t wanna know. You guys keep doing this until you run around the biggest asteroid you’ve personally ever seen. There’s a giant ship hidden behind it.

“Lemme guess…umm… Gorgan–no…Gorian Shard!” You say excitedly, pointing out the window. “That’s Gorian Shard’s ship, isn’t it?” You smile very pleased with yourself for listening so well. You look over at Din after taking in the sheer size of the destroyer in front of you–

Oh shit... A destroyer?

You watch in horror as all the guns drop down from the bottom, and then the giant ships blasters on top point right in your direction. Your smile drops. "Uh-oh."

“They’ve got a target lock on us. Be quiet.” Din rasps softly. The coms click on again and you hear a new voice in the ship now.

“Stop where you are, Mandalorian.” This new voice calls out.

It’s Gorian Shard. You know it is.

“You’re outgunned.”

Outgunned?

You had just woken up, sore as all hell from your activities the night before–walking around like you just spent two days on a blurrg nonstop- when Din says let's look at the cockpit. Let’s play pilots. Now you’re being outgunned. Wonderful.

“I have no quarrel with you,” Din says calmly into the coms.

You think back for a moment, and are sure he’s never not spoken calmly around you. He’s always calm. How does the man do it? Maybe the only time was after your trip to the market when he shoved credits at you but even then, he never raised his voice.

“Ha! What a sentiment of a man who just destroyed four of my fighters.” The voice buzzes out over the coms.

Four? When did Din get four of them? You were sitting here the whole time! Your eyes might have been closed for a minute, sure, you don’t really remember.

“Surrender your ship and I will spare your lives.” The voice calls out again.

You look over at Din silently. He turns his helmet to you.

“Listen– both of you- don’t ever trust a pirate. Hold on to the kid." And then he fingers some button near the proximity warning indicator and the ship is being hurled towards Gorian Shard's destroyer.

"Din..." You draw his name out as you get closer and closer, but Din knows what he's doing and you fly right past the destroyer at hyper-speed. "I hate it." You close your eyes and shake your head. "The Crest couldn't do this."

"It sure couldn't." Din laughs through his modulator.

“We have to go where? I thought you said we were going to Mandalore.” You’re watching Din as he rubs his bare fingers along your bruised ankle. He’s got his helmet off and the sun-shields isn't up so it’s a pale darkness in your room. You’re sitting against your bed as he lays on the floor in front of you. Grogu is sleeping in your blankets somewhere beside him.

“We need a memory circuit. For IG-11, remember?” Din mumbles with his eyes closed.

You can’t look away from him. He’s really so handsome.

“What do we need the droid for anyway? He tried to kill us.” You motion to the blanket pile next to Grogu. The two of you don’t need to be nearly as quiet as you used to have to be. Grogu really does sleep like a rock. “Almost broke my ankle.” You wiggle the foot he’s running his fingers across the top of.

Din snorts softly, but keeps his eyes closed.

“I don’t know what the atmosphere is going to be like there. Or what the planet is really like at all since it was destroyed.” Din explains.

You remember hearing about the Great Purge as a child and what the Galactic Empire did to the Mandalorian people. Your aunt would tell you all the things she knew. Even if they weren’t always nice or sweet. She let you know that real bad things happen out in the galaxy. There were bad people out there that made those bad things happen.

“I'm gonna send the droid out first to see what happens.” Din’s voice is still so calm- just as calm as he was in the cockpit this afternoon.

“And then what? You go and bathe in the waters? Then you can never take the helmet back off?” Your voice is quiet and wavers slightly.

Din silently nods his head.

“And that's what you wish for?" You’re genuinely curious.

“It is. Do you not wish me to?” Din asks now, rolling his head to the side to look at you. It draws a smile on your face. You don’t want him to put the helmet back on, not at all. You won’t ever tell him that.

“I wish for you to be happy. Safe, more than anything.” You whisper to him, still grinning sheepishly. “That’s all I wish for- us all together like this when we can be." You old your hand up to him and Grogu sleeping next to him. "For you to just be safe and come back to me when you must leave. Helmet. No helmet. I'll take you as you come to me."

Your words make Din smile. A real smile. Not a sleepy ‘look, you almost broke my nose’ smile in the night. This was Din’s real smile. You wonder how many times you missed out on it because it’s hidden from you behind that helmet.

Din gives your foot a soft squeeze. It’s impossible to not think about the future with him. It never really comes up and you can see why now after that small chase today. There is no guaranteed future-- so why talk about it?

The memory of being in Nevarro with Din was more than enough to keep your heart happy, the idea that maybe one day, you'd be able to find a nice plot of land there and live in a real house-- maybe give Grogu a non-green sibling.

“Are you happy?” Din asks, his other hand ghosting across your thigh. You'll never get tired of the way his heat feels against you. It's the thing you look forward to most when the day is wrapping up and you know he's going to hold you in his arms or you'll press yourself into his back and keep him close and safe all night. “You still want to stay? Even after our run in with Gorian Shard?” Din’s fingers tickle you gently. Not enough to actually tickle, just touches.

You scoff, “Gorian Shard doesn’t scare me," you shake your head from side to side, looking at Din through your lashes. “I used to work for this guy who was a real ass. Now he was scary,” you wink at him.

He leans up careful to not wake Grogu and points a finger at you. “I was only an ass because… I liked you and knew better,” Din whispers. “Don’t call me an ass again.” He warns through a playful smirk, and lays back down, holding his arm out for you.

You crawl to him and put your head on his bare chest.

“Perfect and beautiful. From the very beginning,” Din sighs, his hand now moving up and down your back. The other holds your arm across his stomach.

“Is that the real reason you wanted to see my doodles so bad that day?” You yawn and close your eyes, listening to his heart. Din chuckles to himself. “Why is it funny?” Your eyes are still closed when you ask.

“I had already seen them- I wanted to see if you'd show me.” He says through his laughter. You keep your head on his chest waiting for more. You know by now there will be more. “You doodled all the time. I always watched you draw the child- and then the man...” Din trails off and his fingers grip you, tightly enough for you to feel it. “I got nervous you pinned for another. A man without a helmet.” You tilt your head to look up at Din with furrowed eyebrows, but he continues before you can speak. “I was jealous.” He has his eyes closed now, thinking back on that day.

You do the same and it all comes back to you like it happened yesterday. "I thought it was my secret,” you whisper to him. “I didn’t want you to know I was thinking about you like that. That I had been...picturing you that way-- I thought of you knowing what was in my notebook, and then having to fly around the galaxy with you after. I would have died.” You chuckle at the feeling of being so nervous. You were so scared. “I thought you’d be mad at me.”

“A secret.” Din sighs. “You thought I was going to kill you.” Din teases just as quietly. “I tried to not be jealous-- you weren't mine to be jealous over. But... I couldn't sleep for so long wondering who it could be. What did he look like?” Din starts to explain again. “I went through your things. Betrayed your trust. I shouldn’t have done that. But I had to know. Then I see my helmet, my beskar...” He trails off and squeezes you against him tightly. “You drew when I wasn't around, because I hadn't seen all of your doodles. Mesh'la--”

"What does--"

"Beautiful. Very fitting for the girl in her white dress," Din glances down at you, raising his eyebrows suggestively.

You roll your eyes at his compliment, feeling the heat pooling behind your cheeks and now, in your lower belly. “I wanted way more than for you to just touch me that first night,” You tease him. “I liked it though, what we did that night. It was very sexy .” You say the word slow and drag a finger up his stomach. “Maybe one day I can watch you in the dark.” You swirl a finger around his nipple and then rest your palm flat against his chest. “I’d watch you touch yourself in the dark.”

Din’s breath hitches in his chest when you speak. “I can do that for you.” His voice is steady and even when he talks. “I’d do anything for you.”

That makes your breath catch in your throat. Din…would do anything for you? You would do anything for Din. If he asked you to bathe in the waters with him you would, despite whatever was living in there waiting for you when you jumped in. You would do anything for him and to be with him like this. You snap your upper half up and look down at him with the most seriousness in your eyes you can muster. He looks up at you, confused.

“I would do anything for you. I mean it.” You lean down, careful of his nose, and give him a kiss. “I would-- Anything .” You whisper and pull away. You lay your head back down on his chest before he can respond. Din never says anything. He just places his hand on your head and holds you close to his chest like that until he falls asleep.

The next morning when you wake up, you’re alone in the sheets. You stretch out on the floor and sigh. The galaxy through these windows is incredible. You could lay here all day and watch the stars pass you by. Once you get up and change into your clothes for the day you go and look for Grogu.

Him and Din are sparring in the hull. You watch carefully as Din teaches Grogu the correct form. Grogu shows Din that he doesn’t really need good form by picking him up by the waist and setting him down ten feet to the right with the force. You smirk as Din struggles with the invisible fist around his middle. You know what it feels like, Grogu does it to you about fifty times a day. Din walks over to Grogu kneels beside him and says something you can’t hear. Now, there is an invisible force around your middle and it’s dragging you into the room Din and Grogu are in.

“Did you tell him to do this?” You ask, getting dragged right by Din. You turn your head to look at him with lifted eyebrows. “I hate when he does this.” Grogu sets you down right beside him and holds his arms up to you. “Luke said I have to stop holding you.” Grogu continues to hold his arms up to you. “Some Jedi Mandalorian you are.” You tease him playfully as you reach for him. “A cute one, that’s for sure.”

“You should probably grab your robes. It’s gonna be wet on Kalevala.” Din explains as he presses his helmet to your forehead. A Mandalorian kiss.

“What’s on Kalevala?”

As the ship door opens you’re greeted with the most beautiful sight. A giant body of water, more water than you’ve ever seen in one place. It’s breathtaking. Din was right. It is wet here. The rain drips onto your forehead as Din walks beside you with his hand on your lower back. No funny business this time.

You have to pull the hood down over your face to keep your eyes from being pelted with the drops of rain. It’s beautiful, but wet. You slip on the smooth stone path that leads from the landing pad to the castle Din pointed out on the way in. You manage to not fall but Din still grabs your wrist with his other hand to steady you before you carry on.

“Please be careful, don't fall,” Din rasps to you as you start up the stairs. It is a long way down to said beautiful body of water. You eye the edge of the steps carefully and Grogu for once, follows behind in his floating orb that sits in the corner of Din and yours’ bedroom now. Barely used anymore.

The three of you follow a droid who had been waiting for you out in the rain. It leads you down two long hallways; yours and Din’s footsteps echo as you walk slowly. There is water dripping off the hood of your robes onto the floor and also your forehead. You push the hood back, and wipe the water off your face.

Even from a distance, you can see Bo-Katan’s red hair. She smiles and waves at you as you get closer, but frowns at Din.

Something bad must have happened the last time they saw each other.

“What are you doing here?” Bo-Katan almost snarls at Din.

You’re taken aback! She didn't seem this angry last time they were together? She was nice to you. You remember that part. Bo-Katan smiled at you when you walked in just now!

Why would she be mad at Din?

Their conversation gets kind of heated– as heated as a Mandalorian argument can get, you think. Neither one of them raises their voice the entire time even though it sounds like they should be.

Din explains his plan to go to Mandalore.

This makes Bo-Katan laugh at Din. Laugh right at him! “Your cult gave up on Mandalore long before the purge. The Children of the Watch, and all the factions that came before it shattered out people.” Bo-Katan growls. It makes you want to take two steps back and one to your right to be behind Din. This woman is scary. You need to train with her for two more years and you’d be unstoppable. “Go home. With the woman. She’s nice. There isn’t anything left on Mandalore, Din Djarin.”

“I have to go. I need to bathe in the Living Waters for my transgressions.” Din explains quietly.

“You are a fool. You’d drag her there? Let her and the child stay here. They don't belong in a place like that. Let them stay, Din. I’d be a good host to them while you went to bathe .” She rolls her eyes at the last part but then her head flicks to you and she smiles. “Would you want to stay? Do you miss girl talk ? We'd have such a good time."

Uh, yes the fuck you do. To both of those things. It’s like Bo-Katan is hypnotizing you as she speaks. Girl talk sounds like fun. Gossip? A real slumber party? Maker, yes, please. She’s probably got such good snacks. She lives in a fucking castle, of course, she’s gonna have good snacks. You wonder if she’d let you sit in her fancy stone chair.

“They both come with me,” Din says flatly, completely crushing your dream of having a best friend. Bo-Katan snorts and turns her head back to Din, frowning. Her eyes move up and down on him like she's

“There are flames in the mines, Din. Not magic. Beskar came out of them one to supply our ancestors. Nothing else. It’s all superstition. The planet is dead. Raved. Poisoned.

The more Bo-Katan talks the more you think Din should just go back to High Magistrate Karga and accept that job offer. With a nice house by the hot springs. Din responds to her about a curse or something. You were busy thinking about how you'd decorate your new house on Nevarro when you snapped back to the conversation happening in front of you.

“Make up your mind.” Din rasps from behind the helmet. Woah, Din, let’s be a little nicer to your best friend Bo. Okay? She sounds like she’s trying to help him.

“You want to explore the mines so badly, go right ahead. Bring your aliit there and let them see. Try and find proof and bathe in the waters that don’t exist.” Bo-Katan is pissed off, it’s pretty evident and now you’d just like to leave. “They’re beneath the city of Sundari. The civic center.” Bo-Katan rolls her eyes and waves her hand at Din dismissively.

“Thank you.” Din says as he turns. Grogu follows him. You give a small wave to Bo-Katan but she motions over with her fingers. You start to walk to her but stop, looking at Din who is already ten or fifteen steps down the hallway.

“C’mere.” She calls you over now. Din’s footsteps stop in the hallway and he’s turned around looking at you and Bo-Katan. You’re on the stairs leading up to her fancy chair. “Do you wish to stay? You could.” She asks with concern in her eyes. “I’d hate to see anything happen to Din’s aliit .” When she says that, her eyes flash to Din quickly then back to you. “You’re more than welcome to stay. I hear you trained with the Jedi. I’d love to see what you learned from them.” She gives you a smile with her perfectly shaped lips. Who is telling everyone about you? Is Din out here giving away all of your secrets?

“My aliit comes with me. No discussion.” Din rasps from down the hallway. Bo-Katan frowns at you but takes one of your hands in her ungloved ones.

“Someday.” She coos to you, rubbing her thumb across the top of your hand. “Be safe out there, little one.” You try to hide the shock in your eyes when she calls you that but it’s hard. You’re not necessarily a ‘little one’ you’re grown. As grown as you’ll be. You’re smaller than the Mandalorian people, yes. But not enough for her to call you that. You pull your hand away from hers slowly and smile.

“Someday.” You’re calling back to her as you reach Din’s side and press yourself into him, uneasy with the exchange you had with your new best friend.

“Did you hear what she called me?” You snap your head up to Din, despite the rain as you two step outside of the castle. “Why’d she call me that? Why’d she say it the way that she did? Are you not telling me something about Bo-Katan?” You ask Din so many questions as he walks beside you back to the ship.

“What did she call you?” Din asks as he raises the ramp to the ship.

“She called me little one.” You repeat it just like Bo-Katan said it to you inside the castle. Din’s helmet snaps to you but the rest of him freezes. “What? Is that your pet name for all the women you touch?”

Why else would Bo-Katan know his sweet name for you? It’s probably not uncommon but for her to just guess correctly on the first try? No way. Not even for perfect lips and eyes and hair Bo-K. No way. She’s not that perfect.

Din watches as you stare at him waiting for a response.

“Is that what you were doing the other night when you left?” Your eyes go a little wider at his silence. “Din..?” He still doesn’t answer. “Din!? You didn’t!?” You’re in complete shock. This isn’t happening. Your worst fear as of two days ago? Because before that it had never crossed your mind that Din even spoke to other women let alone flew around the galaxy unsupervised with them. Now it’s starting; the planet in your throat is back. “Did you…and Bo-Katan– did you?” You take a step back from him and that snaps him out of his trance. His helmet shakes softly and he looks at you.

“No. Nothing’s happened between me and Bo-Katan. I would have told you.” Din explains.

You have no reason to not believe him. He’s been very honest with you in the past. “I was with her the other night because I asked her to get me something if she happened upon one in her travels. She had wanted me to come get it. We argued that’s why she wasn’t happy to see me today.” Din talks slowly, and you’re trying to pull the words out of him faster with your lack of the force but it doesn’t work.

“What did she have?” You ask quickly, trying to make up for time lost when Din speaks. “Why did you argue? Why did we even go see her today if she’s mad at you?” Din looks at you for a long time–the reason you speak to him so quickly– and then starts walking into the belly of the ship. “Where are you going? I’m tal-”

Din reaches for your hand and pulls you into the door he told you to not open or go in or anywhere near. You have to climb down a ladder to get into the small carrier below the ship. It feels heavy in here like there might be more gravity in here, somehow? You don’t know. You don’t pretend to understand how things work on the ship.

“This is an N-1 Starfighter,” Din explains as he climbs into the cockpit. He grabs something from down below, where his legs would go. “Come on. Get up here.” Din calls down to you. You look for the footing and handholds he used to climb up to get into the cockpit.

“Wh…en did you ge…t this?” You strain as you pull yourself up to kneel on the small ledge just around the outside of the pit Din is sitting in.

“When I got the ship.” It’s said like it was a two-for-one special or something that you should know about. You roll your eyes.

“What are we doing down here?” You look into your own eyes when you stare into his helmet. “What are you going to teach me now? You want me to fly this thing too?” You give him a look but Din hands you something wrapped in a black muslin bag with a drawstring. When you take it from him, you’re surprised by its weight. “Something new to put inside me ?” You roll your eyes again.

“Open it.” Din’s voice is soft as he watches your fingers fumble with the knot in the drawstring. You get it open, and inside is a cold, metal object. You almost can’t believe your eyes when you pull it out of the bag.

“Din…” You voice trails off as your fingers trail over the unfamiliar metal that’s in your hands. It’s beautiful and dark and reminds you of-- Din’s beskar. “Is this…?” You can’t even get the words out but you look up at Din and he’s nodding.

“There aren’t many lightsabers made from Mandalorian Iron, but Bo-Katan found one. I told her how badly I wanted ner ad’ika to have one. The beskar just made it more special. Like you.” Your eyes flick between the lightsaber in your hand and Din’s helmet as he speaks to you.

“What does that mean?” You’re quiet when you ask because you liked it when he called you his aliit and don’t want that to change.

“My little one.” Din rasps quietly. “We can put your Kyber crystal in it tonight, I put it somewhere safe so the other little one didn’t get it. Eat it.” Din puts his hand on the back of your neck. “ Ner ad’ika ratiin. ” Din whispers through the modulator. “My little one always.” The tip of his helmet touches your forehead.

“Why did you and Bo-Katan argue?” You ask Din, pulling away from his helmet so you can look down at your new gift. “Were you upset with her about something?” Din shakes his head and sighs.

“She doesn’t want me to take you to Mandalore. She worries it’ll be too dangerous. She tried to talk me out of it.” Din leans back in the seat of N-1 and sighs. “It is going to be dangerous. That’s why I wanted you to have this before we went there. There could be all sorts of dangers hidden away there. You need to be prepared.”

You show Din how to put the Kyber or Focus crystal into the lightsaber. You both are sitting on the floor of the carrier below the ship.

“Okay, so I think if you just snap and turn this bottom part back in like this.” You press hard on the bottom plate of the lightsaber in your hand and then twist quickly to the right. You hear a soft metallic click as everything locks back into place. The weight of the handle you’re holding suddenly feels one hundred pounds heavier. It feels good in your hands like it belongs there.

You jump to your feet, take ten large steps back from Din, and press the small button on the side of the handle and a pale pink plasma extends four and half feet out of the handle you're holding. It’s so bright and so hot you can feel it from here and it makes you squint your eyes. It hums quietly as you hold it in your hand. You can feel it vibrating softly.

“Perfect.” You whisper as you spin the handle around gracefully in front of you. The plasma moves so fast in your hand it looks like a solid pale pink shield in front of you. The dull humm whizzes past your ear as you twirl the handle in one hand by your side. “It feels so good.” You look to Din as you slice the plasma blade through the air easily. “It’s prettier than any of the ones I got to use at the temple.” You hold the grip tightly in both hands and hold the searing hot line of pink plasma up in front of your face. The heat is hot even from a foot away.

“You look like you know what you’re doing with it,” Din says with his legs splayed out in front of him, leaning on his hands behind him. “That injury I received on my leg years ago was from a darksaber.” He says it so casually. You hadn’t forgotten about the injury. You had just never asked again what happened. Din said a fight and then you just became so worried about taking care of him, it never came up again. Then you went to Ossus with Grogu and never got the chance to ask him again.

“I love it. It’s the best. Thank you, I couldn’t ask for a better one. So now we go to Mandalore-” You ask Din, strapping the saber to your belt.

“No, now we got to Tatooine. I need to see someone about a memory circuit.” Din explains, standing up from the floor. “We should be there tomorrow sometime. You should rest.” You give Din a look.

“It’s the middle of the day. Grogu doesn’t even nap anymore. When would I rest?” You ask Din looking at him through your lashes.

“Grogu is also mine to look after too. I think you forget that sometimes. Always, actually.” Din shoos you out of the carrier part of the ship. “I wonder what he got into while we were down here.” Din grumbles while you climb the ladder ahead of him.

Grogu surprisingly didn’t get into anything. You’re so pleased with him, that you give him a small handful of orange candies. He squeals with delight when you put them in the small pockets of his robe. You don’t see him again for forty-five minutes as he munches happily on them sitting next to Din in the cockpit while you go to your room. You undress and lay naked on the floor under the windows, covered by only the softest sheets you’ve ever felt in your whole life.

What Din said downstairs resonates inside your head.

Aliit. Ner Ad’ika. Ratiin.

You memorize those words. Remember how he spoke them to you. You’ll learn Mando’a for Din. So that you can speak poetry to each other in his native tongue. Say all the nice things he says to you back to him so he can understand, really know how much you care for him. You’ll learn, no matter how hard it is or how long it takes you.

The nap you end up taking is heavenly. Stretched out like a star in the sheets on the floor. You dream of all the exciting things your aliit will do together now that you’re weaponized. You still need Din to teach you how to fire a blaster pistol correctly. You’ve never actually shot one, just held one in your hands that one time.

The child is crawling on you.

“You always give him to me when I have no clothes on.” You mumble sleepily, pulling the covers up to your chin. “I just need a couple-” But you're cut off when Grogu puts his entire mouth on your right eye and eyebrow. It stinks. His breath is putrid. It makes you gag and you have to wipe his slime off your face when you sit up. You flick your hand out onto the floor and the slime splatters against the metal.

“That’s why I keep the helmet on.” Din rasps, chuckling over his words. “Stinks, doesn’t it?”

“Oh ha ha ha. The Mandalorian can crack a joke.” You wipe the remaining slime off your forehead and look at the cute child in your lap looking up at you. “You do stink. You stink so bad. Do you want to… take a bath?” Hold your hands up to him like you’re gonna get him. Grogu’s eyes go wide with terror and he bolts, faster than you’ve ever seen him move out of the bedroom.

“He needs one,” Din says, helping you to your feet. “You probably do too.” He says, wiping missed slime off your cheek.

“I do need a bath. I haven’t had a proper one since the temple.” You look fretfully at Din who just shakes his head.

“We’ll stay somewhere nice tomorrow. It’s the Boonta Eve festival in Tatooine. We’ll take one night off from the ship.” Din holds one finger up near his helmet.

You could pass away, you're so overjoyed. “Say you mean it. Please? Don’t mess with me.” You hold on to the chest plate of Din’s beskar. “Don’t play with my emotions like that. We can get good food? And sleep in a real bed? Not on the floor or squeezed together on a mat?” You’re speaking so quickly because you’re unsure if he’s being serious. “Din, I want to sleep in a real bed with you. I want that so badly and I want to watch people on the streets and see things. I want to spend my credits. Really bad. Don’t tell me you were joking. Please.” You take a deep breath in when you’re done speaking. You still have a grasp on his chest plate. “Please.”

“We could stay for two if you need it. For your…emotional needs?” Din sounds…uncomfortable with your desire for normal things.

“Do you not like good food and soft beds?” You ask, tilting your head to the side. You’re not even being smart or funny, you’re actually curious because he seems very content with his bone broth and vegetables and mats he calls beds.

“I do enjoy them.” Din rasps. “I enjoy making you happy.” You see yourself blush in his helmet. It’s crazy that the man who started your time together by telling you everything you did was wrong every chance he got, is now trying to give you everything you could ever ask for more and more. Giving you things you didn’t even know you wanted.

Fireworks are going off outside. They’ve been going off since you guys got off the ship. Now, you’re standing in front of a woman, Peli Motto. She’s looking you up and down with Grogu in her arms.

“So this is your lady ? Huh. Smaller than I imagined…being with you and all.” Peli looks Din up and down now too and then shakes her head, not understanding. “Anyway… I missed this little guy. He talkin’ yet? Sayin’ Peli?” She turns her head down to Grogu and tickles her index finger along his stomach. “Yeah, Peli sure missed her little guy.” It makes you smile how much Grogu enjoys her. He’s warbling and cooing happily. They’ve met before.

“I’m looking for an IG memory circuit.” Din rasps, ignoring her remarks and questions. Peli gives Din a look of exasperation and then flicks her eyes to you.

“Guy’s talkin’ like your grandpa.” She turns her eyes back to Din and snorts. “They don’t make those anymore. Those things are ancient history, old man.” You start to wonder how old Din actually is. He’s definitely not old enough to be your grandfather… that’s for sure, but now you’re curious. You’ve never asked. “I could ask the Jawas.” Peli tilts her head from side to side slowly like she’s thinking about it.

“Could you please. I need it for my droid.” Din explains. Peli gives him another look, up and down before she calls out to one of her pitter droids.

“What’d you need the droid for anyway? I got this beauty right here! Already not broken either!” She exclaims, pointing down to an R5 astromech while waiting for the Jawas to come to talk to her. She’s a funny woman. You like her. She seems interesting. Don't take any shit. Likes to give it. You like her a lot. The Jawas finally appear and they speak in their native tongue, which you do not understand. “Nope. No circuit. But the astromech is still available.” Peli wiggles her eyebrows at Din and then looks at you, still wiggling them. You smile.

“I need a droid that’s rated for spelunking.” You and Peli both turn your heads to Din.

“Spelunking?” Peli and you say in unison. You look at each other and then to Din and then again in unison say. “What are you spelunking?”

Din tilts his helmet to you like you should already know this. You should, but there are so many moving parts to his whole plan it’s starting to get a little confusing. Peli and you wait for a response. The droid that was sitting at Peli’s feet bleeps happily. You kneel and hold your hand out for it. It rolls to you and lets you press your fingers against its cool metal. It bleeps again happily. You smile at it.

“Cute.” You say to Din, standing beside him.

“See, your lady likes it.” Peli keeps wiggling her eyebrows.

“I need to send a droid to see if the atmosphere is safe to breathe on Mandalore,” Din explains. You remember this part now. Yes. The droid goes on the planet... yes. You remember. The R5-astromech bleeps loudly and starts to roll away. Peli grabs it by the top of its domed head and stops it.

“Oh no, you scaredy droid. It’s time to shine.” She spins the droid around back to face you and Din. The R5 blips nervously. A couple of lights flash on the front of him. "Oh stop whining. Don't be a coward. You're an astromech, act like one, don't embarrass me." Peli looks back up at Din.

“It’s falling apart, Peli.” Din holds one hand out to the droid.

“Mando its an adventure droid. R5D4 is as good as the day it came back from serving in the Rebellion. Since it’s Boonta here’s what I’ll do…half price and a free oil bath?” Peli wiggles her eyebrows at both of you again.

“C’mon. It’ll be okay.” You wave the R5 over to you and it rolls, taking its place behind your legs on the opposite side of Din. Good, it can stay there because it's just as cute as Grogu maybe, and now you're it's mother. Just a cute little hunk of rolling metal that bleeps and bloops? Yes. You want him. He's yours now and Din can find a new droid to send out onto Mandalore because this R5D4 is your second son.

“Don’t get too attached.” Din grumbles down at you. You shoot back with a look of disbelief.

“Too late.” You snip at him. “Already attached.” How could he? R5 is adorable.

Din pays Peli and takes Grogu back from her arms. “Do you think the Spaceport has rooms available? With the festival happening, I wasn’t sure.” Din asks Peli quietly.

“Oh you guys have a hot date tonight?” Peli says loudly enough for you to hear. You glance over at them, unaware that Din had asked her anything.

“Huh?” You have your fingers on the top of the R5’s dome, holding on to him gently. “I just want to sleep in a bed.” You chuckle when she asks about the hotel room.

“Does he make you sleep on the floor? Or in a closet?” Peli gives Din a look of disappointment. Her eyes moved up and down his body with a look of disgust now.

“Yes. But Grogu is the one who sleeps in the closet. I got a whole room.” You explain innocently. Din shakes his head and sighs.

“She has a bed.” He's exhausted with you already. “She chooses to sleep on the floor. And it’s not a closet…it's uh… Grogu…sized room.” Din is exhausted with this. You can tell he doesn’t want to be explaining this.

“So a closet?” Peli asks with her face scrunched up, her hands reaching for the baby again but Din pulls him away slowly.

“The child likes it.” You say to Peli. “He’s got his own bed in there. He doesn’t sleep on the floor. Unless it’s with us in our room.”

“Alright–we have to go.” Din takes two steps towards you and places a gentle hand on your upper arm. You wave to Peli as Din drags you away.

“It was nice meeting you!” You call out to her over the fireworks.

“May the force be with you!” Peli calls back, waving her arm wildly.

Din leads the four– now four with the R5– down the crowded street, Grogu’s back in his floating bassinet.. The fireworks overhead boom loudly and they fill the sky and scene below them with different colored lights. You stumble twice over the R5 in front of you trying to watch the fireworks.

“Be careful,” Din says, placing his hand on your lower back behind your robes now. His hand is hidden away from the eyes of others. Behind your robes, Din slides one gloved hand into the waistband of your pants and cups your cheek. “Do you want to spend your credits?” He rasps into your ear. “Look at all these beautiful things.” Din walks you past tables and stands of artwork and jewelry. His hand squeezes and grips you tightly as you walk and look.

“This is beautiful.” You hold up a necklace. It’s got a small almost black stone hanging from a chain, it’s wrapped in dainty silver wire. It reminds you of Din’s eyes, his hair, and his beskar. “I want this.” You look up to Din who had been gazing down at you while you admired it.

“Then it’s yours.” Din takes it from you and hands it to the vendor who places it in a small box while you rummage around in your bag for your money. Din hands you the box and you see him hand credits to the vendor while you’re still searching for yours. “Stop.” Din waves your hands away from your bag. “Another gift.” You stare up at him. Din leans into you and rasps into your ear quietly. “I’d like to watch you try it on later.” His gloved fingers dig into your ass softly.

“Okay.” You whisper as he pulls his helmet away from your ear. Din leads you down the street, buying you whatever you pick up and admire in your hands. A new sleeping dress– as Din called them. A small stained glass picture of a loth-cat that you would hang in your window. A small box of fancy-looking chocolate.

You eventually stop picking things up because he’s buying everything you touch.

The hotel is beautiful. Not as nice as the one on Canto Bight but you have a big room with windows overlooking the festival down on the street below. It’s perfect. You put Grogu to bed and close his orb. You set the R5 unit up for a sleep mode and then you go to look for Din. He’s drawing you a bath.

“Hi.” You smile at him from the doorway. He’s still in his helmet but he took the top half of his beskar off. Din turns to you and waves you in, he’s sitting on the edge of the bathtub. You press yourself into him and he runs his hand along the back of your thigh and up your ass, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“For you. You smell like Grogu.” His helmet tilts up to you and you smirk down at yourself into the helmet. “I can smell you now.” You laugh at him and wrap an arm around his shoulder.

“Join me?” Din nods at your question.

“Get in.” Din motions to the bathtub.

Once you're in and submerged in the water Din kneels beside the tub.

“You’re perfect.” He whisper-rasps as his fingers dip into the water beside your thigh. You bring one hand to his helmet and drag your fingers across the cool iron. “I like making you smile,” Din speaks so quietly as his fingers move across the top of your thigh, towards your middle. You inhale softly as you watch them dip further into the water as you part your legs for him. He sighs loudly as his fingers slip into your wet folds.

Din moves slowly against your clit, his helmet tilting up to you as you slide further down in the tub and close your eyes. It’s all of his fingers, rubbing and moving over the wetness between your thighs. No meaning or rhythm to his movements, just touching you. Feeling you.

“You make me smile…very well” You sigh out as he strums his fingers against you quickly with a little pressure. The water around his wrist splashes softly as he does it. You arch your back slightly and gyrate your hips against his fingers.

“Do you like it when I touch you? You haven’t grown tired of me yet?” Din asks as he presses his two middle fingers a little harder than the rest and focuses his motions there, around your clit instead of back and forth against it.

“I love it.” You moan quietly. “Never get tired of you.” You close your eyes as he increases his speed. “Love when you touch me.” You can barely form a sentence when Din pulls his hands away and splashes the water off them. “Nooo.” You whine, your eyes snapping open as Din stands from the side of the tub. “Unless you’re getting in?” You grin up at him as you close your legs. Din shakes his head.

“Wash. I have a surprise for you.”

It’s nice to take a real bath and wash and scrub and feel clean when you get out. You take your time a little bit, but you’re excited about what Din has to show you. You put on your new sleeping dress and quietly walk out of the bedroom and into the separate part of the hotel room that has a couch. Din’s sitting on it, the rest of his beskar is off beside his helmet.

“What’s out here that you have for me?” You walk to him and kneel between his legs. Din presses his hand against your cheek and sighs. He holds up the white box and shakes it gently.

“Can I put it on you?” Din removes his hand from your cheek and takes the necklace out of the box. You turn around and pull your wet hair off your neck. Din drapes the necklace over your head and claps it around the back.

“How’s it look?” You ask, turning so he can inspect it. He nods in approval. “I got it because it looks like your hair…your eyes.” You lean in and give him a gentle and quick Mandalorian kiss.

“Do you still want to watch me in the dark?” His voice rasps quietly. You raise an eyebrow at him and nod.

“Yes. I do.” Din nods back at you, turns the light on next to the table, and stands up in front of you. You lean forward and press your lips to his lower stomach as he sidesteps you and goes to close the curtains. It’s hard to take your eyes off him as his strong arms reach and pull the fabric closed.

Din reaches and takes his helmet off once it’s secure and no wandering eyes can see in. You’ve only seen him without it two other times and it still makes your breath catch in your throat how handsome he is.

“It’s noisy in there. It’s a lot on your senses–overwhelming if you’re not used to it.” Din says as he walks towards you. You raise your eyebrow again, not understanding. Din sits down in front of you again, turning the helmet towards him, so he is looking into the face visor. “If you hate it, just say so and I’ll take it off.”

Maker…are you gonna put the helmet on? Is that what Din is trying to say to you?

Before you can ask, Din is lifting the helmet over your head and sliding it down your wet hair. It’s tight. You wonder how this can be comfortable as the modulator slides down over your forehead. It’s dark–dark as the void in here. How does Din see anything? Once the helmet is completely on, and the speakers are directly on your ears, you hear what Din is talking about. It’s a constant static clicking in your ears. It’s annoying, sure, but then the screen behind the face visor comes on. It makes you jump back and you see a picture of Din before you, holding onto your shoulders. The screen is an entire one-hundred-and-eighty-degree image of the room you're in. You turn your head to the side slightly and you can see behind you. Like your peripheral vision is extended.

“Woah.” Your own voice rasps out of the modulator and you look at Din who’s smirking at you. “This thing’s fucking wild. Now I see why you keep it on all the time.” Din chuckles and you watch him through the screen and turn the light off. You’re plunged into the darkness and reach for Din’s legs but in a flash there is a green screen now, softly painting pictures of the darkness before you in shades of green and gray and yellow almost. “Wow.” You whisper and it raps into the dark.

“Can you see alright? You’re okay in there?” Din grabs the helmet in both of his hands and turns it so you’re looking right at him. His voice sounds like it’s coming out of a speaker. Not clear at all. It’s also raspy.

“That’s what I sound like when you have this thing on?” Your head tilts to the side and your face wrinkles up behind the helmet. Din laughs and nods. “Wow.”

“So you can see me?” Din asks after a moment of you admiring night vision, looking all around the room. You nod and snap the helmet back to him when you get a glimpse of what he’s doing out of the peripheral of the screen.

Din’s got one hand wrapped around the shaft of his cock and the other is holding the waistband of his pants down below him. You eagerly help and pull his pants down to his thighs. Then you lean back and watch as Din starts to touch himself in the dark.

At first, he just grips it gently and tugs upwards, the skin and everything moving along the hardness beneath. You can see in the dark as Din’s head falls back as he jerks himself quickly for a moment and then stops. He takes his hand and brings it to his mouth and licks his fingers. It makes between your legs throb when he does that, something about the action just got you slicked up.

“Oh wow.” You whisper out quietly but it registers in the modulator. Din smirks and spits into his palm and brings his hand back down to his cock. He palms his saliva across the head and down the shaft. Your hips start to gyrate even though you’re not doing anything, just watching for right now. Din wraps his hand back around his shaft, the other cups his balls while he strokes himself slowly. He lets out a small breathless sound of pleasure and you see the muscles in his arms flex as he squeezes.

You can't stop yourself now, you hike your sleeping dress up and bring your hands to your middle. It’s so hot watching him touch himself like this, now you know why he wanted to do it to you. It’s already soaked when your fingers find your cunt, it’s swollen and you want Din inside you but you’re not going to let him stop. You touch yourself like he did in the bath earlier, quickly strumming your fingers across your clit. It’s noisy and wet, you can hear it through the speakers in your ears.

Din’s head sits up and listens in the dark, his hand freezes on himself when he hears you. Your fingers keep moving around the wetness.

“Don’t stop.” You rasp through the modulator to him. “I want to watch.” Your fingers move in slow circles now around your clit as he resumes thrusting his fist up and down on his cock. “Go slower.” You demand and you watch as he slows down a little, not a lot but you can see he’s grabbing himself tightly as he strokes, all of the muscles in his arm are flexed. The hand he’s got on his balls moves slowly and gently as he massages himself.

“You’re so fucking…wet.” Din groans softly. “I can hear you from over here.” He pants out like he’s just run a race. His words make your hips move.

"Fuck, Din..." You moan through the voice modulator.

Din’s head falls back against the couch as you speak and now his hand moves with vigor on his cock.

“Slow down," you whimper softly as your fingers slip inside of you. “Don’t come yet.” You curl your fingers against that spot inside of you.

Din groans in frustration as he slows his fist down once again. “I want to be inside you,” Din growls into the dark as he slowly strokes himself while you time your ministrations against your g-spot with the movement of his hands.

It makes you moan softly as he thrusts against himself. He can hear what you're doing and it makes him close his eyes and sigh deeply.

You’re leaned back on one elbow, one leg stretched out in front of you, the other is bent at the knee while you finger yourself as Din struggles to keep his slow pace. He can hear your fingers inside of you.

“Please,” Din begs as he strokes himself.

You smirk behind the helmet and moan while your fingers start to curl wildly. You want to make yourself come with Din. “Okay.” You whine through the modulator. “Tell me when you’re gonna come.” You pant as your fingers slow down. The ball in your belly has started to grow and you don’t want to come before him.

Din unleashes himself at your command and he’s stroking himself with meaning. His bicep is fully flexed as he massages his balls a little faster, a little harder. You take a mental note that he likes that. You watch and touch yourself while you do. Din is moaning softly, head resting on the couch with his eyes closed.

“I’m gonna come.” Din whispers breathlessly. His legs are twitching and his hips are thrusting up into his fist as he stokes. “I-I I’m gonn-” He strains the words out as you watch the ropes leave his cock and jet out onto his chest and stomach. Din’s mouth is hanging open as his head snaps up like he can see what he just did. His words send you over the edge though, and your fingers draw your own orgasm out of you as he comes. You whimper softly through it, Din looks in your direction longingly like he wishes he could see.

Your orgasm isn’t even fully over before you are on your feet and crawling into Din’s lap. You straddle him.

“I need it.” You rasp down to him. His hand comes up and his fingers slip into your folds, feeling how wet you made yourself watching him.

“Fuck.” Din growls. His hands grip your waist and pull you down into his lap. He’s already getting hard again, you can feel it pressed up against your ass. “How badly?” Din moves your hips against his and you rock them fluidly with him.

“Please, I need it so badly.” Your voice rasps into the dark. Din reaches one hand up to cup your breast, his mouth finds your nipple easily in the dark and he sucks it between his lips. “Oh fuck.” You whimper and melt into him. His tongue circles it slowly as he wraps one arm around your waist and lifts you. His other hand leaves your mound–it’s not going anywhere– and he grabs his cock and lines it up at your entrance.

It gives you butterflies because he is big and it did hurt for a while the first time but you’re not scared. No. It’s going to feel so good. And it does, Din guides you down with the arm around your waist, not letting you sink fully down onto it. He eases you down as the head of him splits your opening. His mouth is still attached to your chest, now his teeth nibble at your erect nub in his mouth and it’s making you hold onto his shoulders. You’re looking down through the helmet and watching as he moves from one soft mound to the other, his tongue pressing flat against your flesh and he drags it up the curve of your breast and sucks the diamond peak into his mouth. It makes you shiver as he pulls you down further into his lap. Your chests are sticky with his release from earlier, but you keep going. It doesn't matter.

“ Fuck .” Din groans against your flesh as he sheathes himself fully inside of you. You cannot make any sounds. You’re not sure if it's the angle or if it’s because you both already just got off but he’s deeper inside of you than he was the first time. Your nails bite into the skin on his shoulder and he hisses sharply in pain until you start to move your hips slowly. Din lets your nipple fall from his mouth and he leans back into the couch. “Yes.” He moans softly, pushing his hips up into you.

“ Oh .” That is all you can say as he grips your hips again tightly.

“Hurts?” Din’s head snaps up and he sounds concerned.

“ No, don’t stop. ” It doesn’t hurt. It’s like pure bliss in your head, just clouds and stars and everything good you could ever imagine is flowing through you. “Please, don’t stop.” You move your hips a little faster and Din obliges you. He thrusts his hips upwards into yours as you start to lift yourself off his lap slightly. Din grips you and pulls you back down on him to meet his thrusts.

“Perfect.” Din groans as he starts to hammer his hips up into you at a brutal pace. You grip his shoulder tighter as you hover just above him and let him fuck you.

“I’m coming.” You whimper through the modulator. You hadn’t even felt it coming, it just happened, but Din keeps going with the speed and force and you’re dripping down onto him as you come. “Din. Din. Din.” You whine each time his hips meet yours. “Fuck. Din.” There are tears in your eyes from behind the helmet. You come again, almost in rapid succession as he continues. You’re trembling and you’re resting the helmet on the top of Din’s forehead because it’s like ten thousand pounds and Din’s fucking all the strength out of you.

Din groans and slams his hips into yours one last time before he pulls you down into his lap so he can finish. His hips move slowly in a circle beneath yours while he empties himself inside of you.

“ Oh my Maker.” You whisper as the tip of the face visor finds his shoulder. “Oh. My. Maker.” You pant.

Din chuckles and lifts you in his arms easily, “Let’s sleep in the real bed the little one needed so badly.” He teases as he carries you into the bedroom, and sets you on the soft sheets. They’re not as nice as the ones on the ship but they’ll do. Din lifts the helmet off your head and now you’re plunged back into darkness. Din’s lightsaber-degree hands find your waist after he crawls into the bed beside you.

“Was it good?” He whispers in your ear after he’s snuggled himself comfortably into every crook your body makes when you curl up.

You nod, already half asleep on the pillows. The thoughts of how amazing Din is run through your head and how lucky you are he accepted your plea out of the Canto Bight Casino and to someplace else– anyplace that wasn’t here.

You don’t even remember how you worked up the courage to ask. You had a couple of drinks after your shift and while you were walking out…Din was just getting onto his ship. You called out to him and asked him for a ride anywhere– that you’d do anything. He had looked at you for so long that you thought he was ignoring you or maybe didn’t hear you.

The only thing Din said was... “Are you ready to go right now?” And you were. Not really but you didn’t care. Your old life was boring and monotonous. Not this life.

“I want my own helmet.” You mumble into the dark sleepily.

Din kisses your shoulder and chuckles. “Then you'll get a helmet.”

The R5 bleeps at you from the side of the bed. You open one eye to look at him. His lights start going off and he whoops and beeps happily. You reach out and press the top of his head like maybe he has a snooze button on the top of his little dome head. R5 blips excitedly when your fingers touch him. Grogu’s floating orb appears in your peripheral.

“It’s so early. Go back to bed.” You wave both of them away with your hand and roll over to snuggle into Din but he’s gone. Beds cold. Like he hasn’t been here in a while. You sit up and look around the room but he’s not in the bedroom area of the room. “So he just locked me in here with you two and went off to do Mando things? Dank farrik.” R5 bloops sadly and you raise an eyebrow at him. “Really?” The droid bloops again in the same way. “Huh.”

Grogu grabs the edge of the floating orb and now your raised eyebrow turns to him as you see him wiggling, getting ready to pounce. You hold your finger up to him knowingly. You cock your head to the side slightly.

“Don’t…you…dare.” Grogu eyes you as you hold your finger up to him. “I had a bath las–” Doesn’t matter, before you can finish your sentence Grogu is flinging himself through the air and attaching himself around your neck. “No! Don’t! Bad baby!” You try and peel him off of you as the R5 unit starts to wheel itself around, wildly bleeping and screaming mechanically. Grogu mouths the side of your face and jaw. His little teeth never once biting down hard, just his mouth and slimy pink tongue slither across your face and now over your eye and forehead again. “NO!” You yell at him. It does not deter the child.

The R5 droid is still rolling around the room screaming in fear. This cannot be happening. Grogu never did stuff like this!? Now you have the droid making all this extra noise. Where is Din!?

“Okay! Enough!” You slide your hand up between your face and Grogu’s body and push him off of you. His little claws drag down one side of your cheek as you pull him off of you. “Grogu! Stop!” You shout at him as his claws break skin.

Grogu, sensing that you’re not liking this game actually, goes limp in your hand and you have to reach out beneath him with your other to catch him so he doesn’t fall off the bed. Once he’s in your lap and you’re now covered with stinky, sticky slime saliva on one side of your face and the other has three semi-deep scratches down your cheek, blood is pooling at the open skin and beginning to drip.

You wipe at your bloody cheek with the back of your hand at the feeling of something warm and wet on your cheek, thinking it’s Grogu’s mouth juice. Nope, the back of your hand is covered in blood and now your cheek is stinging and burning and you feel tears come to your eyes.

“Oh no.” You whine, holding the child in the crook of your elbow as you scramble out of bed as fast as you can. As you look in the mirror, the three cuts on your cheek are still bleeding and the other side of you is slick with slime. The R5 bloops from the doorway. You look down at him and sigh. “You can’t fix this, can you?” Pointing to your cheek. The droid makes a sad powering down sound and then rolls away. “Okay thanks.” You call out to him flatly.

The mirror shows you that the blood has dripped down your face and onto your chest and new nightgown. You sigh and start to draw a whole new bath. You don’t even care anymore. You bring Grogu’s floating orb into the bathroom and get in the tub.

“This really hurts.” You point to your cheek and look at him in his orb from just over the edge of the tub, you're sunk in deep enjoying the warm water. “Why’d you do it, huh?” You’re mad at Grogu even though you don’t think he meant to hurt you, the moment you shouted at him he stopped. But it did still hurt and now you’ve got three mini claw sized scratches on your face that probably need some sort of bandage.

Grogu warbles softly at you and sinks deeper into the orb so you can only see his eyes and ears. You nod at him and do the same thing behind the edge of the tub, showing him only your eyes. Grogu gurgles and warbles.

“You can play with the R5 now.” You respond to his noises. “You can’t hurt him like this!” Showing Grogu your cheek again. “Ouch.” You say slowly.

The bathroom door opens and Din is standing in the doorway.

“There’s blood all over the bed; are you menstr–” Din stops when he sees your face. “Oh.” You nod at him and flick your eyebrows up and bring one hand out of the water and hold it to the baby, dripping all over the floor.

“ Your son felt it necessary this morning to give me podracing stripes.” You sink back down into the tub so Din can’t see even though he already did. Din’s helmet tilts down to Grogu who has completely disappeared from your line of sight from below his orb.

“You hurt her?” Din asks, sounding disappointed in the child. “Not okay. Not nice.” Din points a finger at him accusingly. “No. We don’t hurt. We don’t scratch.” Din scolds the child and you hear him whimpering in his orb quietly.

“Okay, okay. He’s got it bad enough coming from me. You don’t need to go in on him either.” You feel bad for ganging up on the baby.

“But you’re bleeding.” Din holds his hand out to your hidden cheek still looking down at Grogu.

“Yeah but it was an accident. I think he was trying to play? I don’t kn– Maybe he’s teething? He did the mouth thing again, I don’t know. He’s never done anything like this before.” You let Din see the full damage. He kneels beside the tub and takes your chin in his gloved fingers so he can turn your face to the side gently.

“Got you good too. Damn.” Din sighs. “We need to see a medical droid. You’re going to need mechnosutures.”

You frown at Din and pull your chin from his hand. “Scar worthy?” The water in the bathtub splashes softly as you move. Din shrugs his shoulders.

“With some bacta-therapy you might be alright. Makes you look tough though.” Din presses his hand to the other side of your face, avoiding your gashes on the other cheek. He cups your cheek gently and sighs down at you. “Still perfect.” He shrugs again. “And beautiful.” You blush and it hurts your face. “Do you want to stay again tonight or did you have your fill of people and food and beds?” Din stands, turning back to Grogu to pick him up.

“We can leave. Are we actually going to Mandalore now?”

Din nods at your question.

You think for a long time before you ask your next question. “Can I come the whole way with you? Like into the mines?”

“I was going to have you stay-” Din starts but you nod your head.

“I know, I was going to stay in the ship but I want to come instead. I’m really good with my lightsaber. I’ll be very careful and I’ll listen to everything you say and-”

Din nods silently.

“Really?" You weren't expecting him to actually say yes.

“I’ll show you the mines and what’s inside of them. What’s left of the planet."

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wonderingpanda · 6 months ago

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Hello! I was wondering if I can request a fem (she/her) reader x 2012 donnie where reader is basically April. Just in the way of how Donnie is infatuated with her. Maybe something of reader being the exact same way and watching him as well and they bump into each other on the way to stalk the other and they end up confessing to each other and happily ever after! (im projecting so hard RN I'm sorry-)

Have a good day!/night!

Nightly Walk

2012!Donnie x Fem!Reader

Sorry this took me a while to finish. I was working on it and then school came back and I’ve been so focused on everything that I barely had any time to work on it. But, I finally finished it so here it is!

Y/n had known the turtles for years. She met them when she was six, began training when she was eight and became an official kunoichi by the time she was about twelve.

The day her sister and father, April and Kirby, happened to meet the turtles as well was a complete accident and certainly not how she imagined it happening but that’s how it went nonetheless.

Ever since she’s been fighting alongside the turtles, training with Master Splinter and assisting her sister in becoming a fully-fledged kunoichi just as she is.

There’s one thing missing from this story though, a crucial piece of information. See, through all her years of knowing the turtles Y/n could never imagine falling for any of them. They were her secret family, her brothers.

But the day she and her family got captured, the day her two worlds collided, was also the day she found herself in Donnie’s arms, looking into his eyes as he held her close while Kraang droids fired from all angles. That was the day she fell for him.

And oh did she fall hard. From that day onwards Y/n was completely infatuated with Donnie and little did she know he felt the exact same.

Unfortunately, there was no subtlety granted for either of the two with their overwhelming feelings. They constantly ended up outing themselves to each other.

Like that time Y/n answered the phone after fighting off a tonne of foot soldiers to try and save April from Karai.

“Hey Donnie!”

“Y/n, you’re ok! You hear that guys? My sweet princess is alive! Did I mute that?”

Upon hearing him, Y/n dropped to the ground with heart eyes leading to April quickly grabbing the phone and responding.

“Just imagine you did.”

Or the time Donnie saved Y/n and April’s dad and she ran to hug him.

“I love you Donnie!”

“Y-you do?”

“As a friend! I love you as a friend.”

“Uh yeah totally, the friendliest.”

And then there was the time they almost kissed.

“You’re not just a mutant, Donnie. You mean more to me than anyone in the world.”

“And you mean the world to me.”

The two stared into each others eyes in a close embrace, faces no more than an inch apart. Donnie had decided to just go for it and leaned in when-

“Yo! What type of pizza do you guys want? I got extra cheesy pepperoni or sweet and sour gummy bears.”

You can imagine who that was. So, you would think that after all the catching and hugging and blushing and near kissing that the two would have some idea of how the other felt. Sadly, they both also happen to be the densest idiots in the entire universe.

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The night started in the lair as Donnie grabbed his bō staff and prepared to leave. Upon seeing him walking towards the exit, Leo looked over and asked.

“Where are you going?”

“Off to see Y/n? Mwa mwa mwa!” Mikey teased, leaning over on the edge of the couch.

Donnie rolled his eyes in annoyance. “No, I’m going for an early patrol. Not everything in my life revolves around Y/n you know.”

“You say that, but then… you’re you.” Raph pointed out.

“We know you want to see her, her gorgeous hair, and sparkly eyes!” Mikey exaggerated with over the top gestures.

“I love her eyes.” Donnie sighed dreamily, giggling slightly as he leant against wall.

“See! You can admit it to us now you just gotta go and tell her.”

“Thanks for the advice Raph but I’m good; there’s this thing called social awareness though I doubt you have any of that in your system.” Donnie smirked with his brows raised, clearly trying to provoke his older brother.

Raph quickly pushed himself up off the couch and began storming towards him.

“Alright, if you’re so socially aware then read the room and tell me how long you think it’ll take for me have you de-shelled and crying on the floor?”

“Ok Raph, why don’t you go take a little breather?” Leo turned Raph around in an attempt to reason with him.

“Fine!” Raph whipped his head around and glared at Donnie. “But when you come back you better hope I’m asleep or else I swear-“

“Bye Raph.” Leo smiled after shoving Raph into another room. He stood thoughtfully for a moment before looking back at Donnie.

“Donnie, has it ever occurred to you that Y/n might feel the same way you do?”

“Ha! That’s hilarious Leo, you should be a comedian.” Donnie began cracking up at the thought.

“Hey, comedy’s my thing!” Mikey stood up and pouted with his arms crossed.

“I’m serious!” Leo took a step forward. “Just think back on every interaction you’ve ever had and tell me she doesn’t like you.”

Donnie thought about it carefully. Now that he was looking at it, it really seemed like-

“Nope! I’d rather just play it safe.” He smiled nonchalantly.

Mikey and Leo collectively facepalmed. Why oh why did their poor purple brother have to be so smart and yet so dumb.

“Well, I’ll be out. Don’t go in my lab, don’t touch my stuff and stay out of me and Y/n’s business. What did I say?” Donnie gestured to them.

“Don’t go in your lab, don’t touch your stuff and stay out of you and Y/n’s business.” The other two turtles repeated. Their voices replicated that of a fist grade classroom.

“Great, I’ll see you later!” Donnie smiled and sent them a wave before walking out.

“You gonna text her?” Mikey asked.

“She already knows.” Leo replied quickly, pressing a button on his T-Phone.

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“He’s just the best isnt he April?” Y/n smiled with her head in her hands.

“Yeah, Donnie’s great I guess.” April raised her eyebrow at Y/n’s actions. She knew she was down bad but man could it be tiring.

“But don’t you just feel like he’s the most incredible, smartest, coolest, kindest guy ever!” Y/n squeaked and spun around, holding her hands to her chest.

“No not really. But that’s probably because I’m not in love with him.”

“Well I wouldn’t say I’m in love I just admire him.”

April sent her a judging look.

“Well it’s not like you’re any better with Casey.” Y/n defended.

“Uh last I checked I’m not tracking his location and pretending to go on walks as an excuse to follow him.” April placed a hand on her hip and smugly looked at Y/n.

“Leo texted me, he’s going for an early patrol. I just want to make sure that he has some backup if he gets into trouble.” She argued in a futile attempt to defend herself.

“Whatever you say. Have fun but don’t expect me to bail you out when you’re stuck on a random street with no way home.” April laughed only half joking.

“You’re the worst!” Y/n called out as she walked out the door.

“Love you too!” April yelled back.

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And so Y/n began her journey through the streets of NYC. Had she been a normal person this would’ve practically been a life sentence but Y/n was confident, if she could take on giant mutants and an army of robot soldiers she could handle New York at night.

She continued checking her phone, following the little dot that represented Donnie in hopes of seeing him jumping over roofs. In all honesty, Y/n understood that there was a creepy element to this, that it could be a little unsettling to follow your friend around at night, but there was more to it than just romantic feelings.

Y/n genuinely understood the dangers the turtles faced and didn’t want to imagine what could happen to Donnie if he was caught alone in the middle of the city. What if Tigerclaw got to him, or worse, the Shredder!?

Sometimes you need to do uncomfortable things for your friends and when your friends are mutant turtles being hunted down by every criminal and scientific operation running in the city, that tends to involve protectively watching over them to ensure their safety.

While caught up in her self-assuring thoughts, Y/n noticed Donnie’s tracker seemed to be right near her. She looked around quickly and saw him briefly jump over a building. Finally, she found him. However he seemed to be doing fine so there was no need to jump into any major fights at the moment. She chose to simply follow close behind and admire him from afar.

But as she kept walking Y/n soon noticed a familiar restaurant coming into view. Murikami’s! Since she had his location and there was no imminent threat, she figured it would be fine to quickly order some food before returning to her walk so she stepped inside.

Meanwhile, on Donnie’s side of the story, he hadn’t noticed Y/n at all. It wasn’t till he took a quick rest on a rooftop and saw someone heading into Murikami’s shop that he managed to get a look at her. Wow, she was so pretty, and brave, and she likes to take walks. He’d love to go on walks with her, hand in hand, talking about stuff… He began to feel a buzzing against his body and could hear his ringtone begin to play.

Donnie quickly pulled his phone out of his belt. Mikey! What did he want now? He frantically answered the call in hopes he wouldn’t be spotted on the roof. Thankfully he wasn’t but he did miss Y/n walking out of the restaurant and making her way to the fire escape of the same building he was standing on.

“Thanks Murikami-san.” Y/n thanked before making her way towards the door.

“Anytime Y/n-chan.” He returned her smile and began packing up for the night.

As Y/n made her way outside, she decided to take a small break from all the walking and standing and decided it would be best to relax on one of the rooftops.

She carefully made her way up the fire escape, unaware of the chaotic phone call occurring above.

“Yo Dee! Do you think you can pick me up some pizza while you’re out? I’m starving.” Mikey yelled into the phone.

“Ugggh, Mikey! I’m kind of busy right now, not the best time.” Donnie shouted back.

“Ok ok, jeez. I’ll ask April to get some.”

“Thank you.” Donnie sighed and switch off his phone after Mikey hung up. Unfortunately, when he looked over at Murikami’s shop Y/n was no where to be found. He let out a frustrated groan and turned around to go look for her somewhere else when…

“Ahh!”

He and Y/n bumped into each other, literally. The second they registered the situation they both began making excuses quickly to cover up the intentions of their separate outings. They were both talking over each other though, so neither could really understand what the other was saying anyway.

“Woah! Y/n! Y-you’re here! How’s it going? I was just going for an early patrol it’s nothing, why are you out here? Wait never mind, that’s stupid you’re obviously getting food. Not that I saw you ordering it or anything, I’m just guessing by the fact you’re holding it. Sorry if I’ve ruined your night or anything, I can stay if you want or leave. Whatever makes you feel better.”

“Donnie, hi! I didn’t realise you’d be up here, I was just going for a walk and figured I’d get something from Murikami’s before he closed up. I had no idea you were on this rooftop, genuinely, I haven’t checked the trackers all night! Sorry if anything got on you I should’ve been looking more carefully at where I was walking. I’m just being stupid tonight.”

As they both quieted down Y/n held up her bag of take-out and nervously smiled. “Want to split it?”

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As the streets of New York buzzed with energy, Y/n and Donnie sat side-by-side on the edge of the building they were on, the bag of food finished and discarded to the side.

“No that was so embarrassing.” Y/n cringed and his her face in her hands.

“You want to talk embarrassing, try counting the amount of times my experiments have gone wrong.”

“Ok, but experimentation is important no matter the results. Either way you’re gaining new information.” Y/n pointed out. Donnie nodded his head in agreement.

“True, very true. Perhaps I should start testing how much garbage Mikey is willing to eat.”

“Now that would be a scientific discovery.” Y/n cheered and the two burst out laughing.

Y/n calmed herself before relaxing her body and resting her head on Donnie’s shoulder. Both went into a momentary internal panic and began to tense up. However, once Y/n looked up and examined Donnie’s red face she decided to roll with it and wrapped her hands around his arm, snuggling into his side.

They stayed in peaceful silence a moment longer before Y/n eventually decided to speak.

“You want to know a secret? I wasn’t actually just going on a walk tonight.” Donnie looked at her curiously as she continued. “In all honesty, I was kind of just following you to make sure you were ok.”

Donnie looked down in shock at her. She was following him? But he was following her!

“You know what’s funny, I wasn’t going on an early patrol either. I was actually going to check that you were safe.”

Y/n laughed and lifted her head up. “I guess we’re both liars then.”

“I guess we are.” Donnie agreed, gazing at her with lovesick eyes.

They began to eat closer to each other, inching bit by bit.

“Donnie…” Y/n was about to continue but as she looked up, she saw a ninja star flying towards them. “Look out!”

She pushed him down and the two scrambled to get away from danger.

“Footbots!” Donnie called out.

“What do they want with us!?” Y/n shouted.

“What do they not want with us!?” Donnie replied.

So yeahhh that night didn’t go too well for them. Thankfully, they were able to get rid of the footbots but then Bebop and Rocksteady showed up! Tigerclaw was apparently meant to also show alongside Rahzar and Fishface but it sounded like they had caught the others on patrol. Details, details! What’s important is that now Y/n and Donnie were on a new roof in a major struggle against two mutants that were somehow beating them… badly.

Donnie and Y/n had been fighting off Bebop and Rocksteady for some time now. They were doing well until Bebop managed to land a punch on Donnie, causing him to drop his staff and stumble back slightly. Rocksteady quickly grabbed Donnie from behind and began to squeez him tightly.

“Agh!” Donnie cried out in pain. Y/n stopped fighting Bebop for a moment and noticed his situation. She started running over to him but was pulled back by Bebop and was forced to watch instead.

“Why are you turtles so hard to break eh?” Rocksteady asked as he kept tightening his grip.

“Donnie! Hold on, I’ll get you out!” Y/n shouted but her words meant nothing as she was unable to move. Then she heard it, a crack and a scream. Her eyes watered and she broke down into tears.

“Please stop it, just let him go and leave.” Bebop loosened his grip slightly and frowned, almost feeling sympathy for her.

“Tell your bosses what you want just let him go.” Y/n begged, now on her knees. Rocksteady began to copy Bebop and started second guessing himself. They had done some horrible things but could they really kill this guy in front of his friend?

Donnie noticed Rocksteady’s looser grip and used the last of his strength to kick him away. “Hiya!”

Y/n copied his actions and picked Donnie’s bō staff off the ground which he grabbed as he took a defensive position next to her. They were prepared to fight a little more till they noticed the two villains were both in tears.

“We’ll leave you guys alone, ok? We’re sorry!” Bebop cried.

“Uh what?” Y/n raised her eyebrow and moved to stand normally.

“Man, why y’all gotta be so emotional? Like damn!”

“We shall take our leave but do not expect this in the future.” Rocksteady pointed towards them as he began stepping back, ready to leave.

“Y-yeah you better not expect it, cause we’re not normally this nice… losers.” As Bebop finished, they both ran away presumably back Shredder’s lair.

“Well that was odd.” Y/n commented.

“Yea-argh!” Donnie held a hand over his shell in pain.

“Oh no, Donnie!” Y/n turned to him.

“I’m fine.” Donnie stuck his hand up and attempted to stand properly but quickly fell out of balance. Y/n ran to catch him and pulled him forwards before he landed on the pavement. She began to feel his shell and noticed a crack. “We’ll get you patched up at the lair, ok?”

“Yeah.” Donnie responded. The two stood there, holding each other for a brief moment to allow their heart rates to go down a bit.

“I can’t believe you almost died.” Y/n breathed out.

“Just part of the routine at this point.” Donnie shrugged it off but Y/n pulled him closer.

“No, no but this time you really could’ve died. Like actually died right in front of me.”

“Yeah but-“

“And it wasn’t like the other times.” Y/n turned to face him with a stern look. “I know when you guys are able to get out of tough situations, I’ve seen it a million times, but this was different.”

“Y/n-” he attempted to look away but she grabbed his head and forced him to meet her eye-to-eye.

“I care about you Donnie and that was scary. Like really scary.”

Donnie frowned and lowered Y/n’s right wrist with his left hand. She smiled, tearfully.

“I need you, you mean more to me than anyone in the world.” Donnie returned her expression.

“And you mean the world to me.” The two then finally, finally, leaned in and kissed. They still had a lot more to deal with but for now, they were happy.

I hope you enjoyed reading! Thank you so much for the request (I loved it) and please, have an incredible day/night wherever it is you reside!✨

#donnie x reader #tmnt #x reader #tmnt donatello #donatello x reader #tmnt x reader #2012 tmnt x reader #2012 donnie x reader

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stargirl-writes · 1 year ago

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denial

pairing : force healer jedi! reader x anakin skywalker

word count : 1.5k

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anakin skywalker confessed his love for you. except, you turned him down, reminding yourself of your duty to the jedi. weeks would have passed and you're reaching a breaking point where you can no longer deny how you felt about him.

tags : angst, mutual pining, fluff towards the end,

warnings : pretty much just denial of how reader feels, and angst with a happy ending (!)

notes : hi lovely people! this is the first thing i'll post under this blog! thank u for taking interest in my little imagine, i hope you like it!

likes, reblogs, and comments are highly appreciated !

It has been a few weeks since Anakin Skywalker told you he loved you. For a moment, the cruelest thing to do seemed like the sweetest thing he could say.

For you both know that the Jedi Council will forbid you to delight in this feeling.

No attachments, live to serve the good, clear lines. No devotions.

You didn't understand how loving someone can be so corrupting, after all, the Jedi Code taught you compassion for all things. That in itself is an act of love. Living so detached from things just makes it all feel... meaningless.

Why hurt for love? Why hurt for not loving?

But now, ever since Anakin told you he wanted you, you are held by a ravenous grip that left you feeling breathless. Suffocated.

Because the truth was simple: You wanted to hoard Anakin in your heart and keep him there. You wanted Anakin.

Of course, you didn't mean it. Anakin Skywalker is the only one who truly knew you. He shredded down your walls to find you where you're most vulnerable and loved you anyway. He wasn't scared of the things about you he didn't understand. Things you, too, find difficult to accept.

But caught by the abruptness, you could only tell him "We can't" before storming out of the room that one night.

You were perplexed, because for the longest time you have resigned yourself to the idea that you were the only one feeling it.

And now he says he loves you. All along.

He loved you.

He loved you despite, despite, despite...

And you turned him down.

Because you can't....

You were bound by duty first. And your duty is to serve the Republic. You can't have Anakin, not if he is supposed to be the chosen one.

You still cried in your sleep; angry and tremendously sorry you turned the closest thing to love away.

You can't take the Republic's only chance of surviving this war. He was meant for something larger than you are. Larger than both of you. You understood this, but it didn't really make it hurt any less.

It fell into this odd... silence between both of you.

You'd catch yourself looking for him in every room you find yourself in. A force of habit. His force signature used to be a warm beacon of light to anchor you, now every time you sense Anakin, your heart aches.

Haunted by the images in your mind of what could be if you allowed him to love you. Terrified that you've allowed yourself to want to share a lifetime with him.

You can't. You wouldn't.

You shuffle in your bed, unable to find a spot so you can comfortably rest. You were becoming more frustrated, for your mind just won't turn itself off.

You grabbed your robe and pulled your hair away from your face, tying it back.

With a sigh, you sit up. It would be futile to attempt any sleep, dawn was already breaking from the windows of the Jedi Temple.

Force healing is something that not every Jedi practices, for it requires a deeper state of discipline and precision. Besides, there are medical droids that can take care of the wounded.

The council had briefed you on your mission for today, you're stationed at the med-bay to overlook the casualties after the recent attack on Kamino.

You valued healing; no matter how forgotten it may have been for the Jedi Order. So, this mission is equally important to you as fighting in the front lines.

The halls of the temple were still quiet, deep in sleep. You wander around, not really knowing where to head.

You hear a shuffle from behind, and instinctively, you turn.

You halt at a balcony— entranced by the rising sun. You breathed deep, wondering when all became so complicated.

A pair of blue eyes meet your doe-eyed gaze. You surveyed him, he looked like he just came from battle, his robes were covered in dust, and his eyes were glossy as if he had been awake for some time, too.

"Anakin" you breathed out, realizing it had been the first time you addressed him after the night he confessed.

"[Name]" He answers, sounding tired.

Your heart thumps, unsure, and half-terrified that if he calls your name again, you might fall to pieces.

"How did the mission on Kamino go?" You say, trying to find any topic other than—

Anakin steps forward, leaning against the balcony. You hold your breath. Being so close to him felt like all air vanishes.

"It went alright" Anakin answers, his gaze falling into the horizon.

Your eyes trail on his arm, noticing the dried blood, a gash maybe, you step forward, wanting to get a closer look, your healing instincts telling you something was off.

"You're hurt" You say, your hand carefully moving his robe.

Anakin sharply turns at your touch. Then his eyes bore into yours. You lifted your fingers, realizing you may have startled him.

Anakin always had you. Part of the reason you were persistent in learning healing. Because the anxiety of him hurting never settled, and you wanted to be equipped to take care of him.

"Let me do this, it won't take long" You insisted, because you knew Anakin too well, and he'd not get it checked until someone else forces him to sit down at the med-bay.

The wound started closing and after a moment, it was like it wasn't there in the first place.

Anakin nods, his eyes never leave yours.

You felt it, a ripple through the force. A very specific frequency. A jedi might mistake his hurt as that of a physical one. But you have memorized him too much to read through his pretenses.

The wounds hurt, yes. But he is carrying a lot more pain than he lets on.

So, you continued. Your fingers graze over his skin, channelling the force, willing it to heal the gash.

You withdrew your touch. The silence lingered. It's a silence that makes you feel mad, because it feels like this is how it'll always be for you and Anakin now. Delicately dancing around the elephant in the room.

The silence amplified the voice screaming in your heart.

You may as well just say it out loud because your force signature is latched with it. It involuntarily pours your heart out.

I love you. I love you. I love you.

"Anakin" you began, your lips opening and closing unable to find words to express how you felt.

He turns his head, standing straight, he had an expression you recognized. Some sort of braceness, like he was already anticipating for you to break his heart again.

"I'm sorry" was all you could say.

Even if you would've ran away with him if he asked you to.

Clear lines. No attachments. You'd cross them all if he asked you to.

This was the right thing to do, you think...

"Don't" Anakin shakes his head "Don't... I know you don't mean it" His eyes fall to his feet.

"No, I do" You answer swiftly— no longer able to deny how much it had hurted you too.

You felt tears threatening to cascade down your face. You've heard it said that love turns people soft, but you have never felt more broken now that you have loved something you can't have.

"Anakin, when I said we can't, it's because I can't take you for myself. You're meant for larger things. Only with the Jedi can you fulfill your destiny" You rambled, verbalizing the thoughts you convinced yourself to believe in at night.

Anakin's eyebrows furrowed, but you continued "It doesn't mean I didn't, that I don't—" You halted, your heart and mind tearing you apart.

"[Name]" he calls, "You are no small thing in my life" He tucks a loose strand of hair to your ear.

"I meant it when I told you I love you." His palm presses on your cheeks.

You thought you could crumble beneath his touch.

These weeks, the small amount of time you spent trying to convince yourself that his feelings will eventually pass, never faltered the way how you felt. His absence felt like half of you was missing. And now, he was here, insisting softly.

You can't hold it in anymore.

So, in the absence of words, you pressed your lips against his— slowly, gently, slipping into the intimacy you only ever shared with him.

I love you.

You say between the kisses, hoping it'd suffice for you can't quite bring yourself to say it just yet.

Nothing in the world belonged to you, just this love you were overpouring with. And this kiss— it felt like the beginning of something eternal.

Whatever that may be.

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littletroggo · 1 month ago

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Congratulations on 100 followers!! Your art is always such a delight to see on my dash and I have so many of your pics saved in a folder for when I'm sad!! Keep up the amazing work!!

Request: Draw something that you've been second-guessing yourself about so we can all shower you with love about it OR draw the first thing that attracted you to Star Wars :D

Congratulations again and happy holidays!! 🩷🩷🩷

first off, sorry for the long wait. i had less time than i expected over the holidays. and i hope you had happy holiday!

kinda went for a double whammy on this one since it qualifies for both request ideas. i did consider drawing gonk droid since the super gonk droid red brick power was my absolute favorite as a kid, but technically, hunter's who dragged me down this rabbit hole since i wouldn't have considered myself a star wars fan as a kid (i mean i still don't know if i'd consider myself one?)

yeah i'm gonna admit it: what i second guess the most/most insecure about is anatomy. the cute sketches, armor, and bulky clothes are just excuses to avoid drawing proper anatomy. i only have myself to blame since i never practiced it :l i had to crack out the dusty anatomy books for this one

and i have nowhere else to put this but you're far too kind >///< seriously, YOU SAVE MY ART??? ALFHEOGIUOWPFOHUGEJ i literally don't know how to string together a coherent thought, and i've had this sitting in my inbox for so long. it warms my heart that it can cheer you up. i don't know what else to say but thank you. your words mean more than you can imagine <3

#troggo's follower celebration #request #darkmattermuse #star wars #the bad batch #tbb #tbb hunter #fanart #my art #troggo draws #it feels so wrong to have a heartfelt message and hunter's RIGHT THERE

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imabeautifulbutterfly · 11 months ago

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Ok, this is so fun! Congrats again!

I'll pick...Hunter (shocked, I'm sure.)

How about: "I don't think I've ever seen you smile" and "Oh, don't be cute"/"Wait, did you just say that I'm cute?"

Thanks!!

Carol (@clonethirstingisreal)

Thank you @clonethirstingisreal - I hope you love this Carol, it actually brought a smile to my face as I was writing it.

Enjoy, love oo.

One Meal

Warnings: knife flipping, allusions to loss, slight angst, fluff. I think that's it, if I miss any please let me know.

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Hunter flicked his knife back and forth in between his fingers, as he contemplated the next mission. Things were … different, since you joined. Not good or bad … just different. It been about six months, and yes, the Marauder was cleaner and didn’t have that lingering smell anymore, and yes, the meals had gotten better too, because you refused to just eat the ration bars the GAR provided. And … okay, it was nice to see your smiling face in the morning, compared to the miserable faces of his brothers.

Yet, he still felt awkward around you. He wanted to laugh with you, like you could so easily with Wrecker, to have deep discussion, like you could with Tech, even philosophical discussions like you did with Echo. Hell, he’d be happy if he could just do target practice with you, like you did with Crosshair, but … every time he opened his mouth, he was curt, short tempered, and on edge.

It wasn’t even your fault, it was just him.

He stood from his seat, heading down the ramp and taking in a breath of fresh air. You were cooking dinner, doing your best to teach Wrecker that just because salt tasted good, didn’t mean he had to put in a whole table spoon full.

It made him laugh a little as you tried to explain in your most patient voice possible, that you’d fix the dinner and Wrecker could go help Tech or Crosshair with something else. It was your polite way of saying ‘go away.’

Hunter tried but he couldn’t stop the smile on his lips, as he walked over to you.

"I don't think I've ever seen you smile" you pointed out as he walked up to you. “What’s got you so happy?”

“Oh, I just saw how you were very tactful with Wrecker. It was funny.”

You shrugged trying to fight back your own laughter as you tried to fix the stew, by adding more water, “He tried. I’m grateful he’s willing to learn.”

“Need help? I’m not completely inept when it comes to cooking.”

You looked a little surprised when he asked, not that his offering to help was a real shock, it was the fact you realized this was the first time you two had a proper conversation. “Um … yeah, if you don’t mind using your handy dandy knife there, that you like flipping around so much, to cut up some of these veggies so I can add them, that’d be great.”

Hunter chuckled at your description, as he nodded, taking a seat and getting to work, “Where did you learn to cook?” He asked, hoping to get to know you a little better.

“My mom and grandmother. They were adamant that I learn how to feed an army if I ever needed to …” you chuckled, “I had a big family, back home. Usually there would be around twenty of us for dinner.”

“Twenty? Did you have a lot of siblings?”

“No. It was just me. But I had uncles, aunts, cousins, friends, neighbours, anyone and everyone who needed a meal could always come to our place for dinner. We never turned away anyone in need of a good meal.”

“Sounds nice.”

“It was …” a sadness passed your face, as you thought back to what had once been your home, until the Separatist droid army showed up, and destroyed everything you had held so dear.

Hunter saw your smile slip, it pained him to see that you had been through so much, although he hadn’t heard about it directly from you, he did overhear what had happened when you were talking with Tech. “Well we appreciate all your efforts, especially when you’re trying to teach us neanderthals how to cook.”

You giggled a little, pushing away the sad thoughts that had encapsulated your mind for a split second, “You’re not neanderthals.”

“We’re not exactly proper either. Couldn’t say, we’re exactly suited for a posh dinner.”

You shook your head as you laughed, “You don’t need to be suited for a posh dinner, you just need to show up to eat.” You smiled as you turned to look at him, smirking as you saw how perfectly he cut each vegetable.

You walked over and grabbed the tray of veggies, and dropped them into the stew, “Thanks for your help.”

“Of course. Can I ask you a question?”

“Sure”

“Why do you take care of us? I mean granted the Marauder smells a lot better, and the meals you cook are much better than the GAR rations, but … why do you do it?”

You stirred the stew as you contemplated the question, “I guess … because you feel like family to me.” You turned to look at him, truthfully, he was the only one that you didn’t think of as family, you wanted something more with him, something special, but seeing as this was the first time you two actually talked, it might be a bit far-fetched to imagine that could possibly happen. “And, I love seeing how my food makes you guys happy. Wrecker, has the biggest smile on his face, whenever he eats when I cook. Tech has this adorable blush, although he’ll never admit how much he enjoys my cooking. And Crosshair … well he always comes back for seconds; and frankly, between you and me, he needs to eat more. He’s too skinny. I could break off his collarbone if I needed.”

“I enjoy it too,” Hunter clarified as he leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, “I might not say it, but I always look forward to your cooking.” He blushed and turned his head away, not wanting you to see how much of an effect you had on him, and not just because of your cooking.

You laughed at his reaction, "Oh, don't be cute” you teased, “I might have to walk over there and pinch your cheeks.”

Hunter started to laugh, when he realized what you said, “Wait, did you just say that I'm cute?"

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wwinterwitch · 2 years ago

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new vows – din djarin x gn!reader

summary: the first time din ever removed his helmet in front of you

pairing: din djarin x gn!reader (no pronouns used)

word count: 2.5k

warnings and tags: fluff and angst + good ending, insecure!din, established relationship, kissing, the helmet's removed, doesn't follow the plot of the show at all (it's just din, reader and grogu being a happy family)

author's note: oof i hate how this turned out but my best friend read it and told me to post it so here we are, i hope it doesn't suck as much as i think it does

a reblog and/or comment on my posts really help me out as a content creator so thank you in advance if you take the time to do either!

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Din was observing you and Grogu from the entrance of the Razor Crest, arms crossed across his chest as he leaned against one of the walls of the ship. He smiles to himself when he hears the child giggling after you put a flower at the top of his little head, immediately reaching out with some difficulty to grab a flower from the ground and offering it to you.

"Thank you, Grogu. It's very pretty!" you say to the baby, who looked absolutely thrilled to realize you liked his gift.

The kid stands from the ground, lifting both of his arms as a sign that he wants to be carried. Already familiar with the gesture, you quickly lift him up from the ground before laying on your back in the middle of the landscape filled with lilac and light pink flowers. The baby giggles again, holding onto you as you both lay there.

Din's smile fades just enough shortly after that when the inevitable thought pops in his head again. That annoying and sudden thought that always makes an appearance during the day.

At first he didn't mind, finding ways to always push it away before it got to him. However, it's been more and more frequent these past couple of days and it's becoming a bad habit he seems unable to control at this point, and it's starting to really annoy him.

His mind is filled with all these doubts and insecurities. Not only because of the content of what he's thinking, but because it's completely impossible to push it away now. Almost like an avalanche, it falls down the mountain at a rapid, devastating speed and it only seems to get bigger as minutes pass. It destroys everything in its way. In this case, the prime and only victim is Din.

Perhaps the worst part is that it always ruins what should be pleasant moments. If Grogu is looking up at him from the ground begging to be carried, the thought is there. Whenever you wrap your arms around him or grab his hand when the two of you are exploring yet a new planet, it's there. Even when he's trying to sleep right next to you, hearing the faint sounds of the baby already asleep, you can bet that thought will be there to torture him.

Because all of those little moments he shares with his partner and son remind him of the fact that neither of them even know who he is. Sure, they know how he is, but not who.

Every touch is not really a touch, it's just skin brushing against a uniform. Every exchange has a helmet hiding his features. They can hear him laugh, but they don't see his eyes squinting just enough and the smile that adorns his face. They can hear him remind them of his never-ending love for them, but they don't get to look into his eyes as he says it.

And it hurts because his mind has tricked him to believe none of those moments are real. Because they've never seen the man that claims to care for them so much, none of it is genuine. It's just touching a uniform and hearing empty words coming from a helmet. It almost makes him feel like a droid rather than a human, leaving him longing for that real connection.

He knows he probably shouldn't, but he craves that actual contact, which is something he never felt before you two showed up in his life.

Being a Mandalorian and living by their code was easy. He never even considered breaking his vow because nothing and no one was ever worth it. What could possibly be more important than this? That's what he would always ask himself and he wasn't able to come up with an answer– until you and Grogu showed up.

Now that you two are here, it's obvious to him that his priorities have changed. He wants to commit to an entirely new code. To prove his undying fidelity to his family and make a vow to the two of you.

But that brings another set of insecurities that make this entire situation a lot more difficult for him. As much as he needs to truly feel connected to you, he's terrified of what that connection means. It's obvious that in order to obtain that, he needs to take off his uniform. Most precisely, his helmet– which is something he has never done in front of anyone. Ever.

So that's when his mind is yet again filled with negative thoughts. What if you don't like what's under the helmet? What if you already have a picture of him in your head and he disappoints you because he looks nothing like it? What if you suddenly don't love him anymore because he's not what you expected at all? And what if Grogu rejects him too? He couldn't deal with either of you not liking what has been hiding underneath all the Beskar.

That's the complicated mess that's been haunting him for a few weeks. That inner struggle he has tried to keep hidden from the two of you. Should the helmet stay on despite being an obstacle to reach the depths of connection he needs to have with his family, or should he remove it and risk rejection? Is it better to settle or search for more?

He feels pathetic. The supposedly fearless bounty hunter is terrified of even thinking about taking a risk. Going on adventures used to be a lifestyle. Now, the mere idea of it is enough to fill his mind with self-doubt, making it almost impossible for him to make a decision.

He thought about it later that day when the three of you were already inside the Razor Crest and getting ready to go to bed, really considering his options and trying to create different outcomes to this hypothetical conversation that kept playing inside his head.

You were telling Grogu a bedtime story when Din joined the two of you. He sat on the bed and listened to you speak as he watched the baby, who was struggling to keep his eyes open at that point, holding onto the little blanket covering his body.

By the time the story was over, Grogu was already completely asleep. You carefully brushed his face with your pointer finger in an affectionate manner, smiling down at him before focusing on Din.

"Ready to go to bed?" you asked.

"You'll tell me a bedtime story too?"

The comment made you laugh. "I think you're a little old for bedtime stories."

"Ouch. I'm not old."

"I said a little old," you quickly correct, putting both of your hands on his shoulders. He quickly lifted a hand that was resting on your hip a few seconds later. "Not the same as just old."

You smile down at him as he gently caresses you from your hip all the way down your thigh before his gloved fingers trails back up. Your smile inevitably takes him to the dark corners of his mind again because he knows you won't be able to see him smiling back at you.

His next words came out very impulsively. "Can we talk?"

Evidently, you were a little concerned after hearing that given the tone he used. "Is there something wrong?"

"I've just been thinking a lot lately...there's something that's been bothering me and it won't leave my head."

"Okay..." you said, trying to be receptive to what he was saying but still having no idea of what's going on.

"Neither of you know what I look like," he decides to simply confess. Why would he try to over explain something that is actually quite easy to say? "And I've never...you know, actually touched you," he adds, his helmet titling towards his hand still resting on your hip, hinting at the glove covering it.

"I mean, yes...but that's because you're a Mandalorian. It's what your people do, right?"

Din nods after your words. "It's part of our code, but...I don't know. It's been bothering me because lately this entire uniform feels like an obstacle. I still feel like it's a part of me but...it also stands in between us."

"I've told you how I feel about the suit," you quickly say in a soft, reassuring voice. "I don't mind it one bit."

"I know, I know. This isn't because of something you did or said," Din explains. "I guess my priorities have changed."

"You mean...?"

"I mean, I care more about connecting with you than with my traditions. I've started to question things I never took a second to consider before you and Grogu showed up. I want to be able to touch you– really touch you. And I want to look at you and talk to you. Not through a visor and a modulator," he further explains, feeling like a weight is lifted off his shoulders. "I don't need to be a Mandalorian when I'm with you two. I just need to be Din."

"Oh, darling," you start affectionately, feeling so incredibly in love with the man sitting in front of you. "Whatever it is that you want and need, I'll support you no matter what. Helmet or no helmet, you're still the guy I fell in love with."

"Really?" he asks with evident worry.

"Of course," you immediately reassure him.

"I guess it took me too long to talk about this because...well, I didn't know if you'd like what's underneath the uniform."

"Din," you call in a very serious voice, hoping that'll hint just how much you mean your next words. "I love you so much. I love you because you're the kindest man I've ever met. You're loyal, passionate, brave...and you care so much about me and Grogu. I could stay here and mention a trillion things about you that make me fall in love with you every single day. You're the one I want to spend the rest of my life with and nothing in this world is ever going to change what I feel."

He was quiet for what felt like forever, simply staring up at you while you held the helmet in between your hands so you could stare directly at his visor where his eyes should be.

"You can't see it but I'm smiling, by the way. This is a good silence," he offers, which immediately makes you laugh.

"Is it okay if I take it off and see that smile for myself?"

He hesitated before answering. "Are you sure you won't change your mind?"

"I promise I won't change my mind."

There was another pause before he finally answered. "Okay..."

You start to remove his helmet in a gentle, slow manner. If he wanted to stop you, he could at any second. You really didn't want to rush it because you still wanted to give him a chance to back down if he wanted to.

The fact that he wears the helmet all day in front of you has never been an issue. You fell in love with the person he is, whatever he looks like couldn't possibly matter any less to you. That love is not going anywhere. Ever.

It looks like Din is confident in his decision because he doesn't stop you at any point. He continues to keep one of his hands attached to your hip and the other rests on his lap for a few seconds until he uses it to help you completely remove his helmet.

Still holding it with both of your hands, you look down to admire his face. You can tell by his expression that he's terrified as he stares back at you, impatient for any hint of rejection. He was still expecting to see the disappointment all across your features before you take a step back from him and reveal he's nothing like what you expected.

But that disappointment never appeared. Instead, he's relieved to see the smile forming on your face before you leave the helmet next to him on the bed, immediately reaching out to grab his face.

Din practically melts under your touch, closing his eyes and focusing on just how good it feels to have your skin touching him for the very first time. The way your soft fingers trace his cheeks before they move down to his jaw...it feels like absolute heaven.

And you take your time with that. Your digits explote his features as if contemplating them wasn't enough. You needed to touch every inch of his face in order to truly appreciate what's in front of you.

The most beautiful sight ever. The man you love so much, looking even more handsome than you could've ever predicted. From his soft brown eyes to the hint of a beard, he's so perfect you can't believe you're seriously this lucky.

"So?" he dares to ask. Hearing his voice without the modulator for the very first time almost made you feel goosebumps all over your body. How is this man so pretty?

You could've just said that. You could've stood there and told him over and over how pretty he is, but it didn't feel like it was enough. No words would ever begin to explain the admiration you have for this man, even before you knew what he looked like.

After feeling his skin for the very first time, you could only crave more. It was probably that inefficiency of words and the need for more contact that made you lean down and kiss him for the very first time.

He kissed you back instantly, the grip on your hip tightening just enough as he completely gave in to you.

It was evident you were his first kiss, but that detail couldn't be any more insignificant right now. His lack of experience didn't bother you. All you could think about is how lucky and happy you are to have him as your partner.

The kiss lasted for a few more seconds before you pulled away, failing to hide your smile when you saw his face. It was evident he was already missing the way your lips feel against his.

You stare at him again for a bit, caressing his flushed cheeks, before you finally decide to speak. "Does that answer your question?" Din was still too lost in his thoughts to reply out loud, so he simply nodded. His reaction after your first kiss made you giggle, and you swore right there that you've never felt happier in your life. "Good. I'd like to kiss you again if that's okay."

Another nod, this time looking more desperate, was all you needed to kiss him again. You got more comfortable as you sat on his lap, knowing you'll be there kissing him for a bit, feeling his arms wrap around your lower back to keep you close as soon as you sat down.

And as he holds you in his arms, he knows he made the right choice, silently vowing to be yours for as long as you allow him to.

#din djarin x gn!reader #din djarin x reader #din djarin fic #din djarin #the mandalorian x gn!reader #the mandalorian x reader #star wars x reader #mandalorian fic #pedro pascal characters

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cameoliob · 2 months ago

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i'm the kallus jovan anon again, never apologize for writing what is basically an entire angsty fic, it was an amazing raed. can i ask you more stuff about these two? like how did it go from kallus pov? tell me more about his youth in the underbelly of corruscant? why doesn't he have a family :( and what does he think about jovans parents and all of their lifestyles?

HI I'M ANSWERING YOUR ASKS OUT OF ORDER BUT WE BALL (also i love you thank you so much for letting me yap)

Okay, so Kallus' upbringing is so interesting to me and I have ALOT of thoughts about it

I have a another post thats kind of about this (but it's specifically about his sister, Anya (that I made up) so you can find that here, BUT i want to get into the nitty gritty of his upbringing anyways so HERE WE GO

Kallus' father passed away in a work related accident shortly before he was born, and his mother, unable to bear the stress of a dead husband, a newborn, and Coruscanti housing prices, prompty fucks off. Kallus' older sister, Anya, who is 16 at the time, takes it upon herself to raise her baby brother.

They had lived in the mid-levels for a number of years (all of which Kallus was too young to remember), thanks to Anya taking up a ton of different jobs, but the Coruscanti housing prices rise like NOBODYS buissness and eventually they end up in the lower levels.

Although they were dirt poor (except there was no dirt because it's Coruscant) they were as happy as they could have been. Kallus was, by nature, an energetic, gritty little kid with undeniable ambition and drive, and Anya-- who at this point is more mom than sister-- worked hard so that she could give him to opprotunities he deserved.

Anya was a strong believer in getting a good education and she managed to get Kallus into the mid-level middle/high school that she had gone to (and graduated early from!) in her teen years.

Coruscanti housing prices are still rising.

Kallus gets his first job when he's 12 (they dont gaf about child labor laws) as a dishwasher at one of the diners his sister works at because the owner had a real soft spot for "the sweet girl and her skinny kid." (Eventually he gets promoted to server but that's really besides the point) ANYWAYS

So basically, teenage Kallus, who is fighting tooth and nail to get THE HEELLLLL out of the lower levels via education, has a daily schedule that looks like:

4:15 AM - Wake up

4:30 - leave the house

4:45-6:45 - take the lift up to school (do homework on the way)

7:15 - 3:00 - School

3:30 - 5:30 - take the lift down (do homework on the way)

6:00 - 11:30 - work

12:15- go to bed

Dont get it twisted though, bro had HOBBIES (which included, but were not limited to, fixing broken droids, bad graphiti, pickpocketing, going clubbing, and just kind of running around with whimsy) (All of which he would do on his singular day off per week)

So basically this man has NEVER known rest in his entire life

It's after Kallus turns 18 and graduates that his sister passes away at 33. The lower levels are polluted, the air so smogged up and toxic that nearly everyone deeper than level 2000 gets sick at some point. Anya had lived the average length of a lower-level citizen, but that didn't console Kallus whatsoever.

Landlords are assholes, and the 2 year lease on his shoebox apartments name was under ANYAs name, not his, so landlord decides that he should kick this greiving 18 year old kid to the curb so that he can bump up rent for the next person.

Kallus, as any person would, spirals. He's couch hopping, he may or may not be partaking in mind-altering substances that may or may not be considered illegal, he is losing his goddamned mind. This is his rock bottom. And he realizes that he'd better get his shit together or else he'll be stuck in the lower levels swimming in alchohol and greif for the rest of his life (which would not be long).

And then news finally gets down to the lower levels (a month after the fact) that the Republic is gone, and that the Empire has taken its place. And the Empire doesn't want a clone army anymore, no, they want people to enlist. And do you know what enlisting means???

Free room and board

So Kallus hops THE FUUUCCKKK on this opprotunity, because who wouldnt????

And when he goes to enlist, he finds out that since he went to a school in the mid-levels he's elligable to test-in to the academy. Which he does, and succeeds at.

So now he's at the academy after the most insane and miserable month of his life, and there are all these rich ASSHOLES, who have just been living up here??? In the sun??? With money??? This whole time???

So he, of course, hates them all

But then Jovan shows up.

The only real kindness Kallus had ever known had been from Anya, his sister (mom?) who devoted her entire life to ensuring that he had a better one. Other than her, everyone Kallus had ever met was after something, weather that be money, a favor, ect. So when Jovan shows up, all smiles and niceness and whatever, Kallus doesn't trust him. Eventually, though, he realizes that Jovan is kind just for the hell of it. He's kind because he can be.

So he accepts Jovans friendship.

And Jovan teaches him how to fit in. How to dress, how to talk, how to act, ect ect. It's all a bit overwelming, of course, but Kallus is glad, because at least people arent looking at him all weird in the hallways anymore.

At the end of the year he finally properly meets Jovans parents after Jovan offers to bring him on their family vacation. And goddamnit, so wonder their son is so sweet, they are too.

Jovans mom takes him shopping for new clothes to wear on vacation, she buys him lunch, and when they come back she shows him all the embarassing baby-photos of Jovan that she had stashed away.

And when they go on vacation (on Naboo, ive decided) Jovans dad tries to teach Kallus how to fish, even though Jovans dad is not good at fishing, and really just wanted to wear a fun hat and sit by the lake for a few hours. (Kallus discovers that catching fish with his bare-hands actually has a higher success rate than when he tried with the pole)

Yeah, theyre rich upper-level-ers with soft hands, and they have no idea how bad things can get down in the lower-levels (and probably never will), but they're just so goddamned sweet. They're not like the kids in his classes at the academy who made fun of his unkempt hair, or his perpetual sunburn, or the way his accent was a bit off, theyre kind.

And Jovan is kind.

It's kind of a no-brainer that Kallus fell for the guy

#AGH IM SO SERIOUS ANON I LOVE THAT YOU'RE GIVING ME REASON TO YAP #anyways #this was a longass answer but shhhhhhh #star wars #swr #rebels #agent kallus #alexsandr kallus #star wars rebels #leiutenant Jovan #Kallus and Jovan

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merlincmgirl · 4 months ago

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Breeding - Kix x FReader - NSFW

Summary: After watching Kix treat an expectant mother, you can't help but notice how soft and reassuring he is. He lets slip a few secrets and you discover that your seemingly innocent medic is anything but and knows what his future looks like with you.

Characters: Kix, Jesse & Coric (briefly)

Pairing: Kix x F!Reader

Word Count: 5,181

Warnings: PinV sex, cream pie, fingering, oral sex (female receiving), talk of the future, children and becoming parents

Authour's Note: N/A

The 501st campaign had finished and now you and the rest of the company were trying to clean up and manage the aftermath of battle as much as you could. There had been a few injuries, both troopers and civilians alike, and you and Kix had been working well past the battle’s end to heal and fix people up as best as you could.

You were just taking a break, thankful that you could step outside of the medbay tent and breathe in a sigh of relief. Even though the air still lingered with smoke from the various fires and bombing sites littering the landscape. It had been a tough day, and you wanted to enjoy the relative peace that settled over the base camp as night was falling. Throughout the day, you had lost sight of Kix, both of you being drawn to help different patients and losing yourself in your work.

Now though, you could see Kix was crouching in front of a woman, her stomach round and swollen with child. She looked panicked, anxiously rubbing her bump and speaking in what you could only imagine was a fast and urgent tone. You wondered briefly if you would have to step over and help, perhaps she was going into labour. It would be a rare occurrence, being a frontline medic meant you didn’t deliver many people into this world. Mostly you saw life leave, never arriving. But Kix just lay a reassuring hand on her arm before pulling out his scanner. Ah, he was checking her over.

The battle had spilled into where civilians were taking shelter and it had been chaos as the droids kept blasting. No wonder the woman wanted to be checked over and reassured everything was alright. She must have been so scared and stressed during it all.

Watching as Kix assured the woman gently, a kind smile on his face as he helped her steady herself as she stood, you couldn’t help but appreciate how caring and gentle your trooper could be. The woman beamed, pressing a hand to her swollen belly before she gave him a quick hug. A giggle quickly flew from you as Kix blushed and patted her back awkwardly.

Kix would never turn down a kind gesture, but after never experiencing tender touches and affection other than from his brothers, he was a bit touch-starved and was still getting used to how freely some people gave into their kind gestures. It was something that Kix and you had to work on when you got first together. Although now, he was like a cuddle bug, not that you would ever say that to his face. You didn’t want to embarrass the man.

“Thinking about the future?” a voice interrupted your thoughts. You turned around to see Jesse sliding up to you and smiling softly.

“Something like that” you muttered quietly, not wanting to disturb the small semblance of peace that had gathered around the 501st camp. It was rare to get any down time, so you had to take it when you could.

“Don’t rush to make me an Uncle, vod’ika, but… I know you make him happy. And whatever your future holds, Kix wants to be there by your side” Jesse said softly, nudging your shoulder with his, the pauldron digging into you slightly.

“I can’t imagine my life without him” you admitted, smiling slightly as Kix handed the woman over to another trooper, instructing them to escort her safely back home. He was always so caring, sometimes it felt overwhelming to have his love and attention on you. It was too much to know what to do with it.

“We all know that! You guys are sickening. Sickening! But I’ll leave you to your staring” Jesse teased, reaching to ruffle your hair before you slapped his hands away, glaring at the ARC trooper.

“Asshole!” you grumbled, flipping him off as he walked away, laughing at you as he went.

“What did he do now?” the voice of your beautiful trooper asked, coming to stand in front of you where you were perched on a stack of crates.

“Oh you know Jesse, being a pain in the arse and thinking he’s funny” you grinned, reaching to trace the line of Kix’s belt.

“Ah, just being himself then” he agreed, resting a hand on your knee and giving it a quick squeeze. “Come with me cyar’ika, I’ve still got some work to do in my office” he told you, offering you his hand to help you down off the stack of crates.

The gloved hand felt warm against yours, and you couldn’t help but admire the size of his hands dwarfing your smaller ones. The course material sent tingles up your arm as you steadied yourself against his chest as you hopped down. “What? You mean the medbay tent?” you scoffed, imagining just how much of an office Kix had.

“They put a desk and chair in there, guess it must qualify as one” Kix drawled, smiling wryly at you as he led the way to his office. Along the way, he stopped to check on many injured brothers, reassuring his vode as they rested and healed.

You didn’t need a reminder of how skilled and brilliant he was as a CMO, but seeing him with his patients, the compassion and care in which he treated everyone – well you couldn’t help but fall more in love with him.

Kix gave so much of himself to others, put his heart out there in order to try and save as many lives as he could. It came at a cost of course, you had been there for him when he had lost vode, when he couldn’t save people. Had held him to you as he had nightmares of all the people that slipped through his grasp, when he felt the blood drip down his arms and woke up screaming.

Nodding his head at you towards his office, you were finally able to slip away from them.

As expected, the office that had been given to Kix was little more than a cot pushed to the wall, a small desk and a chair. You could probably cover the distance between desk and bed in two paces. It was as glamorous as it could be while on-planet in a battle zone.

Kix grunted as he fell into the chair, body sinking into it as exhaustion crept up on him.

“You were really sweet with her, you know. I’m sure you helped soothe her mind about the baby” you smiled sweetly at your medic as you perched on his desk.

“Who?” he frowned, brows furrowed in confusion. He had seen many patients today, not all of them vode, but a lot of civilians too.

“That woman you just treated, just before you found me” you reminded gently, running a hand through his dark curls. His eyes slipped shut and the tension in his body began to bleed out of him.

“I only did what I would if it was you, cyar’ika. I’d want to make sure you and our child had the best possible care to make sure you were safe” he assured, slumping further into his chair and squeezing your knee with his large, warm hand.

Your breath caught in your throat. Had Kix been imagining a future with you? One where you were carrying his child and were settled down. Of course, others had told you the same, that Kix was in love with you and wanted to make you his riddur. Part of you didn’t believe it, didn’t want to because you were in the middle of a war. Anything could happen. But still… It made heat flood through your system as you hooked your feet around the arm rests and rolled him closer towards you.

“You’ve thought about us having children?” you asked softly, hope stirring in your chest.

Kix looked abashed for a second, looking away and rubbing at the back of his neck. It was obviously something he didn’t think he would be telling you quite yet. “Sometimes, when it’s been a rough mission. It helps to think about what could be in our future… when the war is over, I know I want to spend it with you, if you’d have me” Kix murmured, his cheeks colouring to a dusty pink. He looked away from you feeling uncomfortable and unsure of how you would react to his words.

“Kix, sweetheart, I’d love for that to happen. I can’t imagine a future without you in it and if by some chance that includes a little Kix, then I would be the happiest person in the galaxy” you assured, cupping his cheek to guide him up to your face and pressing a gentle kiss to his lips.

He sunk into your hold, hands coming to lay on your thighs and rub the rough materials of your scrubs. You flicked your tongue against the seam of his lips, delighting in the small sigh he let out when he opened his mouth to your adventurous tongue.

“What would you say if I said we should get some practice in?” you breathed, only pulling away enough to get the words out. Your lips brushed every so often, but you didn’t care, content to have Kix this close to you. Already you could feel excitement rush through you at the thought of Kix making love to you, pushing his seed inside of you so that you could have a child together. His devotion and care to you, the willingness he showed you that he was ready for whatever the future would hold for the pair of you. It made your heart ache at the love that Kix demonstrated to you, over and over again.

“I’d say we’d best get to it, love” he rasped out, voice low and deep, not the least bit shy in hiding how affected he was from just a simple kiss from you.

Giggling, you wrapped your arms around his neck as his hands went under your ass, lifting you up against his cool plastoid armour. Tightening your legs around his waist, you clung to him as he carried you over to the small cot in the corner of the room. You couldn’t help but press feather light kisses along his jaw and down his neck, stopping just where the blacks covered up the rest.

Placing you down on the mattress, Kix nudged his way in between your knees and cupped your face. He smiled brightly at you, leaning down to kiss you once more. He swallowed your moans as he swept his tongue across your lips to coax them open, teasing your tongue to come and brush against his.

Groaning, you tightened your hold around the edge of his chest plate, bringing him down over your frame. Kix was remarkably strong, and you could tell by the way that his arms bulged underneath his armour as he attempted to pull you closer. He couldn’t get enough of you, would never be able to get enough of you.

Pushing him away so you could take in an unsteady breath, you helped relieve him of his armour, Kix aiding you as he got the bottom of his leg armour off and throwing it to the side with a huff.

“Impatient?” you grinned, kissing along his neck and sucking a bruise on his tawny skin.

“Like you’re not soaking under these” he retorted, cupping your crotch through the bottom of your scrubs. You moaned at the touch, feeling his fingers push against the wet fabric of your underwear.

“Never said I wasn’t” you hissed, pushing your hips up into his hand.

“Now, who’s the impatient one?” he chuckled, running his fingers over your waistline before tugging them and your underwear down your legs in one swift move.

It caused you to moan as the cool air hit your sensitive, wet core, making you clench around nothing. “You… Definitely you” you managed to stutter out, thoughts becoming harder to grasp as he ran his talented hands up and down your thighs.

Kix winked and dropped to his knees in front of you, pushing your legs wide so that he could look at your glistening entrance. His cock twitched in his blacks and he couldn’t stop the small groan that worked up his throat. “Mesh’la” he breathed, kissing your knee and beginning a trail up your inner thigh. He grazed his teeth against your delicate skin, sucking bruises and marks that would be covered up, but you would know that they were there. Even days after you’d be able to run your fingers over the bruises and remember just how brilliant Kix was at taking care of you.

When he reached the apex of your legs, he gently pushed them open, spreading you wider for his heavy, hot gaze to land on your most intimate of places. “Kix! Stop looking and do something!” you growled, getting impatient and feeling your cheeks redden at the attention he was giving your pussy just from looking at it.

“Yes ma’am!” he smirked, before diving in. He licked a broad stripe up your folds and to your clit, twirling the tip of his tongue around it for a moment before sucking your folds into his mouth.

You cried out at the feeling of his slick tongue parting your lips and the way he took your labia into his mouth, creating a delicious suction that it had you reaching down to thread your fingers through his hair. Kix was incredible with his mouth, knowing just what he needed to do to build up your pleasure.

Using his thumbs to spread you for him, his tongue pushed into you, chasing your sweet nectar straight from the source. He groaned against you, nose rubbing against your clit and making your hips buck into his face.

“God, you’re perfect!” you gasped, voice high as you looked in between your legs to see his darkened eyes looking up at you. He seemed to enjoy the contact, because he pushed his tongue as far as it could go inside of you, twisting and curling against your walls enough that it had you clenching around the muscle. “Kriff!” you hissed, tugging at his hair.

Grunting at the way you guided him against you, he pulled out, fingers replacing his tongue as he opened you up for him. From how wet you were down there, he was quickly up to two fingers, curling them just right and leaving you biting your lip to keep your noises muffled.

“This what you wanted, cyar’ika? Wanted me to get you all wet so I could fill you up?” he murmured, sucking a mark in the crease of your thigh. He was certain that one would be remaining there for a couple of days at least.

“Yes, Kix, right there! Don’t stop!” you moaned, hips bucking into his hand as he curled his fingers upwards and pressed hard on the spongy bit inside of you. He chuckled, mouth attaching back to your clit and sucking hard, determined to make you cum at least once on his hand and mouth. Your legs trembled around him as he kept a constant pressure on your swollen bundle of nerves, and you could quickly feel yourself soaring, reaching that high that only Kix could bring you.

“Please, please don’t stop!” you begged, eyes squeezed shut as the damn finally burst and you shuddered around his fingers, feeling your orgasm wash through you. Your inner walls fluttered and clenched around Kix’s fingers as they slowed, helping you ride out your orgasm gently. He continued to give kitten licks to your clit and down around his fingers, collecting all of the juices that escaped from around them.

Finally, it was all too much and you pushed his head away from you. Cupping his face, you brought him up to you, staring in awe at the way your slick coated the light stubble of his lower jaw. He looked debauched, positively filthy and proud of it.

Noticing your stare, Kix licked his lips before raising his fingers up to his mouth and sucking them clean.

“Fuck! Kix, you shouldn’t do that” you breathed, eyes widening at the way his tongue ran across the pads of his fingers, chasing the taste of you.

“I've just had my tongue buried inside of you cyar’ika, and you’re worried about me licking you off my fingers?” he said in amusement. He grinned at the way you ducked you head, and if it wasn’t for the flush already on your cheeks, he was sure you’d be as red as the paint on his armour.

Quickly distracting him further, you pulled him down on top of you, pressing your lips to his. He groaned, letting you into his mouth to get a taste of yourself from his tongue. He could feel the slight moans of appreciation against his lips as you ran your tongue along the roof of his mouth and against his teeth. He caught your bottom lip in a light bite, pulling away slightly and enjoying the groan that you let out as a result.

“Take them off!” you ordered, tugging at the top of his blacks. As you watched him take off his top and begin work on the bottom of his blacks, you quickly tugged the top of your scrubs off as well. Kix groaned though as he saw you in just a chest band, moving forward before his bottoms had even hit the floor.

His large, calloused hands cupped you through the band, massaging the flesh and feeling the weight of them in his hands. He groaned, placing two delicate kisses on the curves of your breasts, one on each of them. “Love your beautiful tits” he groaned, landing a kiss to your chin that had you giggling.

“Really, I never would have guessed” you teased him, reaching behind you for the clasp. Kix watched eagerly as you released the mechanism and threw away the offending piece of clothing. Sighing, you couldn’t help but feel relieved to finally have it off.

“Prettiest girl in the whole of the galaxy” he whispered, leaning you back against the cot and kissing down the valley of your breasts and underneath the curve of them.

“Prettiest clone in the whole of the GAR” you praised, tracing the tattoo along his temple, the rest covered by his long hair. It didn’t matter, Kix was beautiful, and he always would be. Even if he shared his faces with millions of brothers, none of them would look as handsome and pretty as your Kix.

“Can’t wait until these swell up, cyar’ika. When they fill up full of milk for our baby” he groaned, laying kisses and small nips all around your breasts before taking one into his mouth, lathering it with attention. He flicked his tongue over the hardening bud, making sure to give your chest a squeeze as he ground down into your thigh. It almost seemed like he wanted to taste your non-existent milk as well, determined to get your breasts nice and flushed for him. The nipple, hard, aching and wet from the way he took you into his talented mouth.

“Kix!” you keened, hips bucking up into his and feeling the pre-cum smear against your thigh. You could just imagine how much you would ache and how Kix would offer to help relieve some of the pressure from your swollen breasts.

“And if they get blocked up, I’ll eagerly suck them until they’re unblocked. Do anything for you mesh’la, but especially worshipping your gorgeous tits. Especially if it’s going to help you” he murmured, becoming lost in your shared fantasy and the way you felt in his mouth, switching between both breasts until you felt your breath become heavy and your thoughts disappear from your head. All you could focus on was the way Kix felt pressed against you, the way his mouth felt against your sensitive nipples and the words that he was whispering into your skin.

You couldn’t help the moan that escaped you, his words sending fire thrumming through your veins. The coil in your stomach was building and building as Kix did as he promised, worshipping every inch of your chest with his trailing and pinching fingers and wickedly, talented mouth.

“Kix! Need you, need you to fuck me, breed me” you pleaded, tugging his dark curls to pull him away from you.

If possible, Kix’s eyes darkened and a wicked smile spread across his face. “Oh mesh’la, I promise, by the time I’m done with you, there’ll be no doubt as to who bred you” he said filthily, pushing himself up on his knees and positioning you more securely on the bed. He hooked his forearms under your legs and pulled you down until your lower half was lifted slightly off the mattress and your legs were wrapped around his waist.

Kriff, you were so open to him, as you realised that he could see everything from the way he had laid you out like a feast on his upper thighs. No doubt he could see your glistening, puffy folds, the way your bud was all swollen and engorged from his earlier attentions. Flushing, you tried to hide your face behind your arm, but he tutted, having none of that as he pulled your arm away, keeping it pinned by your side.

When he was sure that you were going to keep it there, he gripped his cock at the base, giving it a few pumps that had him gritting his teeth. You flashed him a flirty grin and pushed your chest out for him. His eyes zeroed in on your chest, seeing the dark marks and the puffy nipples that he had sucked on.

“Mesh’la, are you ready for me?” he asked, tapping the head of his cock against your clit a couple of times. You hissed, clutching the sheets beneath you at the way your pussy clenched around nothing.

“Fuck me, Kix! I’ve been ready since you first kissed me” you grumbled, trying to rock your hips to get closer to him, but the angle and position he had you in made it impossible to move like you wanted.

Squeezing your thigh in reply, he lined himself up and slid inside of you with one stroke. The sudden feeling of his hardened length inside of you, forcing your quivering walls open and making room for himself had you letting out a cry of his name, hands coming to clutch at the ones holding your legs around his waist.

“Kriff you fill me so good, feel you everywhere” you gasped, eyes squeezed shut as you adjusted to the size of him. Thank Jango for how hung his clones were. It felt like Kix was spearing you open, even after he had opened you up on his mouth and fingers.

“Not filled you yet, love” he grinned, leaning down to lay kisses along your collarbone. He collected the sweat that was collecting there with his tongue, tracing patterns on your flushed and heated skin.

“Get to it, Chief” you smirked, running your hands through his dark curls, tugging at the ones at the nape of his neck. Kix groaned at his title being used against him and began to withdraw slowly before thrusting back in. He held on tight to you, feeling the way your walls clung to him with every roll of his hips against yours.

When he was positive you were comfortable with his pace, when he could hear the soft little cries on every thrust inside of you, Kix knew you were ready. He lifted both of your legs from around his waist and lifted them up to his chest, wrapping his arm around both your thighs to keep you secure against him.

The new angle was devastating, it allowed him to hit deeper inside of you, almost fucking you down into the mattress as his hips began to pound into you. The restless pace had your crest rising again sooner than you expected, as you could do nothing but take what he was giving you.

“Gonna be so round, love. Gonna be massive with my babies. Might keep you like that, you’re gonna be so gorgeous” he panted, beads of sweat perspiring on his brow as he began running a hand over you stomach. It was like he was already imagining it rounding out and carrying your child. The words of him keeping you like that was a surprise, but it just made you clench down tightly around him. Kix was never one to be so possessive, but the fact that he wanted to keep you, have a family with you had you hoping that the future ahead was going to be good. You both deserved to settle down and be happy.

“Gonna be clever, like you” you whined, gripping his back and pulling him further into you as he leant further down, bending you almost in two. But it had the affect of his cock brushing against that spot that resulted in you slamming a hand over your mouth to keep quiet. There was still injured troopers and civilians outside the office. Anybody could come looking for Kix or you, so it was best to keep it to a minimum. Not that Kix cared, he was lost in the feel of you.

“Nuh-huh, like you, like us. Two of the- the best- best medics that the GAR has” he groaned, head landing into the crook of your neck at that. His pace was beginning to falter, feeling the way you were squeezing around his cock. The feeling of him pressing inside of you, lifting your hips further up off the mattress had your head spinning and you couldn’t help but let out a small cry of his name. You were so close, but you wanted him there with you.

“Going to fill me, Kix? Want to keep all your cum inside me” you managed to get out, forcing your eyes open as you watched as Kix’s face screwed up, brow furrowing as he was determined to push you to the edge first. The hand not holding you against him reached in between you, flicking your clit with his thumb just the way you liked, it was enough to have you falling over the edge, your release shattering through you.

Kix groaned at the feel of your walls tightening around him, so tight he could barely move as his own release quickly raced towards him. Feeling the way his balls drew upwards and the way his whole body heated up, he cried out your name as he thrust into you a few more times before shuddering against your frame as he reached his peak.

When he did spill inside of you, you could feel it begin to leak around him and down your ass onto the bed below. It would seem that Kix had really enjoyed himself or that you really hadn’t been able to do this for a while. Kix tutted, pulling out and looking at the mess.

“Ah, ah, mesh’la. We want to keep this all inside of you. How else are you going to have my baby?” he hummed in joy, gathering his cum and pushing it back inside your sensitive opening. He shushed your small whines and gently patted your hip as he continued to feed his cum straight back into your pussy and the fluttering walls around his fingers.

“Kix” you complained, pulling away from him entirely, he gave your knee a tender kiss before putting your legs down, massaging your joints to make sure you weren’t sore after he held them in place.

“Stay there, cyar’ika, I’m going to get some clean sheets and something to clean us up with” he shushed, kissing your forehead before getting off the bed. He grabbed his blacks, grimacing at the feeling of putting them back on his sweaty body.

As he was raiding the supply closet, he ran into Sergeant Coric. The medic sent him a raised eyebrow and a judgemental look. “I, and the rest of our brothers, don’t need to know about you and your lady’s kinks, vod. Next time, fuck in a place with solid walls” Coric drawled, making Kix flush in mortification.

“Sorry… er… it won’t happen again” he mumbled an apology, wishing the ground could open up and swallow him whole.

“It better not… buir” he retorted, shoving fresh sheets and water packs into his arms before walking out.

Kix sighed, dragging a hand over his face. How on earth would he and his cyare be able to look at any one of these men in the eye. At least Coric didn’t seem too mad, the clone always did have a dry, sarcastic sense of humour.

Returning quickly back to his cyare, he found you half asleep, dozing as the events of the day and the round of fucking caught up with you. Shaking you gently, he roused you enough to get you up and sitting on his chair. Handing you a water pack, he quickly changed the sheets and freshened the bed up as much as he could.

Noticing how your eyes were starting to close again, Kix took a spare bit of cloth and wetted it with his own water pack. Swiftly, with all the due diligence and experience of a Chief Medical Officer, he washed you both down before helping to guide you back into bed.

You grumbled at him, not wanting to move any more. All you wanted was to lie down and catch up on some much needed rest before you would be on shift again.

“I know love, just got to get you comfy, otherwise you’d moan all day tomorrow” he smiled, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and bringing you into his chest.

“I don’t moan” you protested weakly, taking in his soothing smell and the way he was drawing patterns along your spine.

Chuckling lightly at your response, he realised that he had to ask you something. It was something that he should have asked at the start but well… he had become much too distracted to give it a proper thought. “So, is this something you actually want or is it a sex thing?” Kix asked, stroking up and down your back as you shuffled closer to him on the small cot in the corner of the office.

“Maybe some day in the future but I’m not sure. I really like the sex thing though” you smiled, leaning up to prop your chin on his chest to look up at him.

“Good, because I really like the sex thing too, mesh’la” he grinned, pulling you up for another kiss. However, sleep soon faded from both of your minds as you soon both became lost in each other again, ready to give the breeding kink another test run. Even if you were both on implants at this very moment. There was no harm in practising after all.

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lost-in-fiction-like-ur-mom · 10 months ago

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Hello lovely I hope this enough for a request but I was wondering if you would write a fic for Hunter x Jedi!Reader around season one. Hunter has the start of a crush on reader but once omega comes into the picture and he sees how good reader is with her he knows he needs to ask her out! Feel free to change whatever, I hope you like the idea!

I Will Protect You

Hunter x Reader

Summary- As a defective Jedi you are reassigned to The Bad Batch. How can you resist Hunter? Especially when he confesses after seeing how good you are with Omega.

A/N- Thank you so much for requesting! I LOVED this idea! I've contemplated doing something similar in the past, so I am so glad you requested this!

Word Count- 1,679

You remember being assigned to Clone Force 99 like it was yesterday. The day you were considered a 'defective' Jedi. While you were skilled in the force and an expert in wielding a lightsaber- you got attached.

In a mission gone wrong, you sacrificed yourself for your Jedi master. She was entirely grateful. Even though you made a full recovery, the Empire was not happy. Claiming you shouldn't have those 'emotional tendencies.'

You understood the purpose of severing all relationships, trying to only be one with the force. Emotions just came naturally to you! Connecting with all kinds of people, acting motherly to the less fortunate, and trying to be there for all of the clones.

The final straw for The Empire was when you were caught holding a small ceremony for a few fallen Clones. A fellow Jedi, you once called brother, turned you in.

You were immediately reassigned to Clone Force 99- labeled 'Defective.'

That was the same day you met Hunter. The first thing you noticed was his face tattoo, how attractive it looked. The skull covering half his face tickled your curiosity. You never had the courage to ask him about it, the whole 'don't get attached or you'll get reassigned' circled your mind.

You quickly grew to love Force 99. They accepted you, treated you like a human being. Not just a force wielder, something you'd never had. Despite your vow and upbringing, you considered them all to be your family.

Just under a year had gone by when Order 66 went out. You noticed how protective Hunter could be. He fought off droids, clones, and anyone who tried to harm you.

Not many knew of your Jedi background, allowing you to go into somewhat of a stealth mode. You acquired new gear, matching your team's. With a helmet on around others- your identity and life were safe. Though, you and Crosshairs friendship wavered...

The weight of your life always being at steak rested on you heavily. You couldn't sleep anymore, having gone days with low or no rest..

"Hunter, can we talk?" You asked him in the cockpit.

"Of course, what happened?" He looked worried.

Tech, however, does not even look up from his position as pilot.

"Uh, Tech, can we have a moment?" You asked, feeling a little guilty for making him leave.

Now he does look up, pressing some kind of 'auto-pilot' button. "Sure."

Great, now you already felt awkward.

"Look, I think I should go.." You got straight to the point. It hurt too much to draw it out.

Hunter's face fell, he was not expecting that. Though, a little part of you appreciated he cared so much.

"W-what?" He stepped closer to you.

"I just, well I just think it's for the best..." You fiddled with your fingers. The force felt moody, like something was off.

"Did something happen? Did Crosshair say anything! I swear I-"

"No, no. Nothing like that I promise!" You took the last step separating you. You were inches apart now.

"Did I do something?" He whispered, knowing he couldn't forgive himself if he did.

"No, I don't think there's anything you could do to make me turn from you." You whispered back, like a secret.

"Then what?" He softly asked.

You looked at the floor, unwilling to face him now. "I can't be the reason you guys are attacked. The Empire is after all Jedi's. You are all at risk if I am here..."

He, with the lightest touch, listed your chin up with a finger. "That doesn't matter... You're safest with us. You can't leave. Damn if the rest of us are in danger, I don't care. We will protect you. I won't let anyone take you." His voice was husky, he meant every word.

You didn't know how to respond, you were awestruck. Your legs felt like jello. All of your training out the window. You hadn't a thought except for him. Everything was suddenly him.

You just nodded, leaning further into his touch. Almost in a trance. You desperately craved his lips on yours. Just an inch forward and they'd be yours. So close-

A beeping made you gasp and pull away. Tech storming back in to the cockpit, taking his respective seat.

"Sorry to interrupt. We are about to land on Kamino."

You panted still, the exchange leaving you flustered. He eyed you, searching for any kind of rejection from you. Neither of you spoke with Tech in the room, you just looked at him with your head in the sky. You were unbelievably happy.

Unfortunately, you and Hunter were yet to bring that moment up again. Things kind of went back to normal, as you all got increasingly busy. Losing Crosshair and gaining Omega was a stressful time, you didn't have a second alone with Hunter. Even if you did want it more than anything.

Luckily, you had a calling to Omega. She was the sweetest girl you'd ever met, her positivity was inspiring.

You spent a lot of time with her, bonding especially when there was down time in-between missions. You also picked up on Hunters defensive and protective nature with her. He was undeniably acting as a father would.

"Yes, bullseye!" You jumped up and gave Omega a high-five. She was getting better everyday with her energy bow.

She laughed and bounced giddily.

"Now, lets see if you can hit a moving object." You encouraged her.

The two of you were far enough from the city to be hidden. You moved a small cart and a few bricks with the force. It slowly moved back and forth. It was hard concealing the powers you learned as a Jedi, but you soon adapted. Using the force less frequently as time went on.

She took a deep breath, inhaling as she pulled the bow string back. Just as she let the arrow go, it went flying past the target.

"Aw." She was visibly upset, not realizing how different moving targets were.

"Hey, it's okay. You should have seen me trying to move an object for the first time. It took me days to even lift a pebble." You proved your point by lifting a nearby stone up. "I still struggle sometimes..." You purposefully dropped the piece.

"You're so cool... I wish I was a Jedi! Then I wouldn't have to learn how to use an Energy Bow. I could just use my mind!" She made silly gestures. Moving a hand out to pretend she was wielding the force.

You smiled at her, deciding to shield her from the horrors of your childhood.

"I think an Energy Bow is just as cool. If not cooler!" You assured her.

"If you think so." She grumbled out, but ready to pull the string back again.

You sighed. "I think that's enough practice for today. It's getting late, honey." The sky was getting dark.

She looked displeased, "Why don't you go find Wrecker and get some dinner?"

She brightened up at this. "I'll save some for you too!"

You watched her as a mother would, making sure she was by Wreckers side before turning away.

"I can feel you staring." You announced, cleaning up the mess you and Omega made while training.

Footsteps were now heard as Hunter revealed himself. "Sorry." He acted as if you caught him doing something bad.

"Oh, I don't mind. I know you're just trying to keep Omega safe. Care to help?" You asked, bending down to place the brick back where they were found.

He walks to you, crouching to help. "Not just Omega." He says, lifting a few bricks.

"Hmm?"

"You as well." This made you blush lightly.

"Thank you, you know you'd make a really good father, right? Omega really looks up to you." You proclaimed, making sure Hunter knew his worth.

He stiffened, the words hitting his heart. "If anything she looks up to you. You're so good with her. It's..." He seemed to have regretted his choice of yours, continuing with- "You just always know what to say and do."

"It's what?" You asked, not letting him change the subject.

With a sigh he starts, "It's one of the reasons I love you so much." Another shift in the force, your heart thumping loud.

You stood, turning to him. A sense of Deja Vu rushed over you. To that day on the ship, the moment that was never resolved.

"You do?" You asked. Love was a feeling you were never supposed to feel as a Jedi.

"Have I not been clear? I live and breathe you..."

A flutter rests in your stomach. A sharp thrill reaching lower.

You walk to him, chest almost touching. "I don't think we finished what we started in the cockpit..." He declared, voice deep.

You shook your head. "No, we didn't. Are you going to make that up to me?" You spoke smug, but knew you'd melt at his touch.

"Only if you'll allow me..." A hand brushed against your forearm, resting there.

"Yes, of course..." He leaned down, his other hand now cupping your face.

He stopped just before his lips touched yours. "There won't be any going back." He whispered.

You didn't speak, only pushing yourself flush to him. It forced your lips to meet.

It was clumsy, you'd never done anything like this before. The Jedi code was very strict. You wondered if he had been with anyone else in that moment.

All of a sudden insecure over something you've yearned for.

Your thoughts were crushed with is next words, "You're perfect. So, so perfect." You turned a new shade of red, deeper and deeper.

"Watching you with Omega... Made me realize." He stopped, opting to kiss you once again.

You complied. He wrapped a hand around your waist, bringing you as close as you could be. Your arms lifted around his neck.

You pulled your head back slightly to breathe, "And what is that?"

"That I should ask this beautiful woman out." He stated, looking for your response.

"You didn't even have to ask..."

A/N- Thank you so much for reading! I loved writing this one, I hope you liked it!! It's like 1 am, so i'll come back and edit this when i'm not tired xD!

Tags- (lmk if you want to be tagged as well!) @thethreeeyed-raven @dangraccoon @knight-of-flowerss

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mock-arts · 1 year ago

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part 2/2 of my 2023 cover collection! This one only 75% star wars and 25% sandman. Check out my cover collection tag for big chunks of covers like this, or check out my big bang tag for a bunch of collab'd stuff! idk or do whatever you want!

oh, and happy thanksgiving for my american buds I'm thankful for getting to work with so many cool people

Links and summaries beneath the cut!

2023 cover collection

We'll Meet Again by @littledumplingwrites (art) (with more art by @punkascas)

When Initiate Obi-Wan Kenobi is assigned to AgriCorps, he goes to his Creche Master to ask why he hasn’t been assigned to a Service Corps better suited. As a result he’s sent to MediCorps to become a healer. Cue Obi-Wan becoming Ben Kenobi: a master healer and specialized surgeon who does philanthropic MediCorps work on the Outer Rim. It’s hard work, but good work and he enjoys what he does. But when the Clone Wars start, Ben is called away from his humanitarian work to patch up Clone Troopers and Jedi on the battlefield. And once he’s there, he meets a rising star in the Clone Army: one Captain Cody.

Or, Healer-Surgeon Ben Kenobi was called to the war front. And he wasn't too keen on going. What were the Jedi even thinking when they started a war?

That M*A*S*H Star Wars AU that I just couldn't get out of my head, so I wrote it. (However, you do not have to know or have seen MASH to understand this.)

Healer Ben Kenobi, Reporting for Duty by @littledumplingwrites (art) (with podfic by mengde)

Healer Ben Kenobi finishes his surgical work on one battlefield and finds out he has a new assignment: rendezvous with the 212th and work with the clone healers there. This makes Ben a little nervous, because his new boyfriend Major Cody is a part of the 212th and Ben hasn’t heard from him in weeks.

Can the two of them work through their relationship issues, even as the Separatist Droid Army closes in on their position? Can Cody learn to trust someone who isn’t a brother? And can Ben learn to put his partner’s care above his past hurts?

Can be read as a standalone. Also, you do NOT need to know anything about M.A.S.H. to read or enjoy this story.

Bonds of Beskar by @popjeckdoom (art) (with more art by Aliennotperson)

In a universe where the Mandalorian Empire never fell, but changed, Ad’be’alor Kote Vhett faces threats from all sides. His father, Mand’alor Jango Vhett has been cursed into a Majick sleep, and as Tor Vizsla and his supporters tear the Council of Clans apart, Kote is desperate to wake his father and reunite the Empire. In an effort to save his father, and his people, Kote Vhett offers “anything” to the person who can cure his Father’s curse.

Jedi Obi-Wan Kenobi may be the person for the job; only one issue--the Jedi have been in hiding for a thousand years, still hunted by Sith and Mandalorians alike. Can he keep his true identity secret long enough to help the Mand'alor... or will events conspire to reveal him before his mission is complete?

Forever; Without Stagnation by @noir-renard (art)

Din and Luke meet on Tatooine. Din and Luke fall in love. Din and Luke get married—

And then the plot catches up.

The Galaxy needs you, says The Force, and Luke believes it.

Din will understand, Luke thinks. It won’t take that long. What is a few years compared to the vow of 'forever'?

Only Blindly Could I Read You by @lillytalons (art) (with more art by @vanisketches

Rex's goal was to get into the organization, get the information, and take it down. Of course, no one had ever successfully infiltrated this empire, and most people had died attempting it, so it was easier said than done. But, the fact that a government agency had also sent in an agent, their best agent, was either a very good or very bad thing. Rex just happened to recognize them, and for some reason, Ben had decided that working together was the best option. What could go wrong?

It's a Sad Song (But We Sing it Anyway) by @ouzoa11-writes (art) (with more art by @impalafortrenchcoats)

Obi-Wan and Cody Kenobi have raised Luke for years and are at the center of the Rebellion when a new threat looms the horizon in the form of a new weapon. The tides seem to turn in their favor, even as they face new challenges along the way.

Or: Obi-Wan and Cody are soulmates who just want to see everyone survive. Their lives from Luke and Leia's nineteenth birthday to a confrontation with Vader alone.

Standalone though it is part of the "We Raise Our Cups To Them" universe

An Epiphany of Poppies Upon the Battlefield by @questing-wulfstan (art)

April 1940, On a French battlefield, Hob Gadling doubts his will to persevere in being alive for the second time of his existence. He swallows morphine in the hope to soothe his horror-scarified mind, and summons a mirage of the stranger who occupied his thoughts as the patron of his immortality. In a Japanese psychiatric ward, Delirium of the Endless is alerted by Dream's irruption in her realm, who she found missing when she sought his company on her quest for the Prodigal. Disappointment overcomes her as she finds it was but an image of her brother conjured by a mortal, and so it does Hob when her eruption dismisses the vision. Delirium will not resign herself to her exponential loss of brothers however, neither will Hob Gadling withhold his aid from any entity in distress, whether the stranger or his younger sister ; they just might hold the might to liberate Morpheus between their four hands ...

The Other Kingdom by @banhus (art)

In 1916, Roderick Burgess successfully summons Death, and Hob Gadling wakes up in the trenches alongside three dead soldiers.

#dreamling #dinluke #codywan #star wars #obi wan kenobi #commander cody #captain rex #din djarin #the mandalorian #luke skywalker #obirex #rexobi #hob gadling #dream of the endless #delirium of the endless #cover collection #collab

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The Name of Love

SUMMARY: You knew him by three names: Mando, Din, and finally, riduur.

PAIRING: din djarin x gn!reader

WORD COUNT: 6.9k

WARNINGS: fluff, angst, canon typical violence, blood, hypothermia, happy ending

A/N: a repost from my previous blog! i've only written 2 full din fics so far but this is def my favorite one <3 thanks again to @xiadeptus for beta reading this

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You first knew him as the Mandalorian, the stoic and aloof bounty hunter that drifted in and out of Tatooine looking for work or ship repairs. The glinting armor was hard not to notice under the scorching twin suns, along with his infamous reputation that followed in whispers—whispers which mainly revolved around the strange, green child he carried around in a bag and the fact that he never showed his face.

When you first got the job at Peli’s garage, thanks to the favor she owed your mother, the sight of the Mandalorian descending the ramp of his beaten-up Razor Crest had you slipping behind a couple of stacked crates with the rest of the quivering pit droids. He strode down the ramp toward your boss who was already reaching for the green child trailing after him.

“There’s my little guy!” She exclaimed, scooping him up and cradling him in her arms. The child cooed and clasped her finger in his three-fingered grasp. His keeper watched on with hands on his hips; the helmet remained solely focused on the child.

“We need a repair,” he said, the rasp in his voice still remaining despite the modulator.

“Sure thing but, just so you know, it’ll cost you a little extra this time. Got a new hire.” She jerked her thumb in your direction.

You took it as your cue to reveal yourself, noting the way his helmet turned, carefully looking you up and down, and his hand slowly moved toward the blaster at his waist, like he wasn’t above shooting the harmless mechanic’s assistant and a couple of droids. You lifted both hands, stained with oil, as a show of goodwill.

“Aw, relax, Mando,” Peli drawled, swatting the air with her nonchalant attitude. “They’re not a droid.”

His hand slipped off the handle, but remained at his side, ready to draw if necessary.

You sent him a friendly half-smile and his gloved fingers twitched.

“Fine.”

The remainder of the day was spent repairing the left wing and engine of his ship, which looked like it had seen the losing side of a gunfight, and you couldn’t help but wonder how he managed to limp down to Tatooine without crashing and burning once he broke through the atmosphere.

The job would have been faster if you had some assistance from the droids, but Peli made it clear they weren’t allowed anywhere near the ship or the Mandalorian, making his disdain for them abundantly clear. You wondered the whole day what a droid could have done to make him hate even the smallest of droids. The theories you built in your head ran wild, ranging from a nasty betrayal by a trusted ally to tripping him in a crowded cantina, embarrassing him so badly he vowed to never show his face ever again.

You leaned against the rope of the swing suspending you off the ground, taking a break from welding metal back together, and watched the Mandalorian move below your feet. He walked with purpose, something a fearsome bounty hunter with a widespread reputation was expected to do; every step was carefully calculated like a predator hunting prey. Behind him was the child clumsily waddling, as fast as his legs could carry him, after the man.

Your lips curved into a soft smile while observing the dichotomy of the two. It warmed your heart to see how attached the child was to his guardian. More questions formed in your mind about their relationship; the rumors didn’t contain the exact details of how the two came to be together.

Maybe the child is his biological son and beneath all the armor is green, wrinkly skin and comically large ears tucked into the helmet, you joked to yourself.

You pressed one of the buttons on the side of your swing to lower yourself to the ground. Your feet touched the floor, but you didn’t get up.

“Your ship should be up and running in no time.”

“Thank you for your help.”

“No pro- Oh!” You exclaimed when something poked at your leg. A three-fingered hand was tapping your leg; large black eyes gazed up at you. You cooed, “Hello there, little guy.”

He tugged at the cuff of your pants, waving his arms in the air. You waved back, fighting back the urge to smooth your fingers over his floppy ears.

“He wants you to hold him.”

“Ah,” you chuckled, cheeks warming. You didn’t have much experience with children; in fact, you didn’t know the first thing about caring for one. They had so many needs, so many different ways of communicating them too. The pressure to mold them into upstanding beings—it was just too much. But, you could definitely hold a child, especially one as cute as him.

You pulled him into your arms and he immediately found the strings of your shirt vastly entertaining.

“I think he likes me,” you quipped.

The child’s babble sounded like a positive response.

“Me too,” the Mandalorian said, leaning against a crate and watching the two of you.

There were multiple rotations between their visits. Each visit brought a new scratch, ding, or completely wrecked engine that made you look on in disbelief, but you were eager to see the two nonetheless. They brought stories of their adventures, bounties, and new people they met.

You would be the first to greet them, standing at the base of the ship’s ramp with a wide grin and many questions budding on the tip of your tongue.

“Hey.”

The modulated voice made you snap out of your thoughts.

“Yes, sir?”

You could hear him huff behind the modulator. He said to just call him Mando the first time you called him sir, but you never picked it up, finding it too entertaining to hear his exasperated sighs.

“Want to get off this planet? I’ve got a job proposition.”

Your goodbyes were easy—a hug for Peli, head pats for each droid—and suddenly, you found yourself sitting in the cockpit of the ship you had been repairing for the past few rotations.

You quickly learned space was cold and you were not prepared. The thin clothes you were used to on Tatooine wouldn’t cut it anymore and it left you shivering in the passenger seat.

You sunk down your seat, wrapping your arms around yourself to find a semblance of warmth.

You weren’t sure what your purpose was in the time between ports, but even if you knew, you were frozen to your seat and unable to move without feeling stiff.

Soon, you fell asleep, lulled by the stars and the sound of beeps and hollow groans of an old ship.

You woke to fabric being draped over your body and a glimmer of beskar.

The hands over the fabric paused; the Mandalorian stepped back, hands returning to his side, flexing at his waist. “Should have told me you were cold.”

You gripped the fabric and realized it was one of his thick, woolen capes which smelled of caf beans and leather. You resisted the urge to nestle your cheek against the wool and savor the comfort it offered.

“I didn’t want to be a bother.”

“You’re a part of my crew now,” he said firmly. “We take care of each other.”

Your heart stuttered, fingers curled tighter around his cape, and you muttered a pathetic, “Yeah.”

From the kindness he offered, you made a silent promise at that moment; as long as the three of you were together, you would do anything to protect them.

It wouldn’t be long before you realized he felt the same.

—

Then, you learned his name, his real name—Din Djarin. It had been a while into your partnership. You learned far more about the two than your theories could have imagined—his Creed, his force-wielding child.

The three of you had a good routine. He would scout out bounties while you either worked on the ship or found other mechanic work elsewhere if the ship was (miraculously) undamaged. Grogu would be passed between the two of you. If Mando’s bounty was too dangerous for him to follow you’d take him for the day, letting him pass you random tools and praising him for helping. And at the end of the day, the three of you reconvened with separate checks that would go toward supplies and other basic necessities. If it was a particularly rough day, you would be forcing him onto a crate and checking his wounds.

“I’m fine,” he would insist, attempting to push your wandering hands aside. But, you could see the unsteady shake of his hand and the sliver of skin and blood showing on his waist where he was cut.

It was a simple routine, but it worked. You had no complaints…

…Well, just one.

“ Kriff, we’re gonna crash!” You cried, shutting your eyes to avoid seeing your imminent doom that took the form of two towering cliffs of ice far too close together for the ship to slip through. The two tailing bounty hunter ships had followed you from Nevaro, after accusing Mando of stealing a bounty from them, which he rightfully caught.

You knew working for a bounty hunter wasn��t going to be easy, comfortable, or safe—but, you trusted him. He was good at what he did and you never doubted it.

The ship turned on its side, jerking your entire body to the right, and left you at the mercy of the belt across your body to keep you in your seat. You could hear the scrape of ice across the bottom of the ship and cringed, knowing you’d have to repair that (if you even made it out of this alive).

When the ship slipped free from the narrow gap and straightened. you let out a breath and opened your eyes. Snow, miles, and miles of it, touched everything your eyes could see.

He glanced at you over his shoulder. If you could see his face, you’d guess it was smug.

You were getting better at reading your faceless partner. He didn’t say much but his body did with every head tilt and shrug. And you would catch yourself spending a lot of time just observing him.

“You’ve gotta stop piloting like that,” you huffed, cradling your head when you feel the slightest throb. “You’re gonna kill me one of these days.”

“Don’t plan on it,” came his monotone response.

The ship cruised, his helmet scanning the horizon, and kept low in the meantime. There was no sign of the other two ships.

You unbuckled your seatbelt and stood; a wave of dizziness had you staggering. When your hand flew out to catch on to something, you found his, already reaching out to steady you in his strong grasp. The brush of his thumb over your knuckles made your breath catch.

“I have to lie down.” To stop your heart from racing at his subtle touches.

You thought you had gotten used to it by now—the way he made you feel safe. Whether it was his hand hovering over the base of your spine as he guided you through a crowded market or how he would always position himself between you and whatever shady character he had dealings with. The small gestures piled up and toyed with your mind. You understood the signs—heart racing, nervous tension in your chest—the budding symptoms of love.

“We’re not in the clear yet.”

You brushed the heat crawling over your neck off and said, “Can’t we land somewhere and wait them out a while? I’m gonna be sick if you start flying upside down.”

The beginning of his argument was cut off by the cockpit door opening. You slipped out and down the ladder into the cargo hold. Some crates shifted to the right of the ship as a result of the sharp turn. You weren’t concerned with them as much as you were with your makeshift bed space, a flimsy sleeping bag and some blankets, which were also flung off to the side. One of your blankets was stuck under a crate, too heavy for you to lift by yourself.

You groaned, weakly tugging at the fabric peeking out beneath. You were cold, tired, and sick—you already hated this planet.

You heard a curse from above and Mando shouted, “Hold onto something!”

You didn’t have time to react before the ship was nose-diving, throwing you against the wall. You clung to the ladder as the ship's sporadic movements jostled your entire body. It continued for a few more seconds before settling and the engines cut out. Everything was finally still, except your heart.

You heard the creaks of ice settling beneath the ship, then cracks. It wasn’t long before the ice gave way to the weight, shattering into a cavern below and dragging the ship with it.

You don’t remember hitting your head, just the scream that came before it. But, when you finally came to, numb and confused, Mando was rattling your shoulders with a panicked voice.

“Wake up.”

You could have sworn in your daze there was a desperate ‘please’ added at the end.

You groaned, peeling your eyes open, “Mando?”

He sighed like a massive weight was lifted off of him. “Yeah,” he said, there was a hint of a smile in his voice. He carefully slipped his arms behind your shoulders and knees. “It’s me. I’ve got you.”

You were half aware of him lifting you, too dazed by the cold settling under your skin and making a home deep in your bones.

The hull was dusted with snow and frost. You spotted a large hole in the side of the ship, crudely covered with a tarp and some crates.

“Got t’ fix,” you mumbled, leaning your head against his shoulder pauldron. You didn’t even know where to start with something that large on this barren planet. If you weren’t so cold, the dread would have set in, realizing you were stranded on a barren planet with little resources to dig yourselves up from a cold grave.

“Not right now,” he grunted, kicking your toolbox aside—the one he gifted you on Nevaro after you eyed it at a stall for too long. He approached the small corner beside his bunk, which was caved in, where there was little snow piled. He set you down, supporting the back of your head with his hand as he laid you against the wall. “I’ll be right back.”

You could’ve protested if your mouth or eyes didn’t feel frozen shut; all you wanted to do was drift off.

“Hey, hey,” he said. He ripped a glove off and pressed his warm hand to your cheek. “Don’t fall asleep.”

You moaned, pushing closer to the warmth, and tried to focus on his visor.

“There you go. Good.”

With your thoughts slowly catching up, you glanced around his shoulders, not seeing a floating pram anywhere. You wanted to get up and rush around him in search of the child, but all you could muster was a sharp turn of your head that still sent pain down your neck. “Where’s-”

Mando brought your face back to him. His steady voice pulled you out of your panic. “He’s fine. He’s up in the cockpit; I’ll bring him down after I get you some blankets.”

“Okay.” You rested your head against the wall and watched as he untied his cape and slipped it over your shoulders, tucking it close around your body.

He disappeared up the ladder. You heard his faint footsteps, scouring the upper level. He returned soon, a few blankets slung over his shoulder and Grogu tucked in his other arm.

He set Grogu down and moved you forward just enough for him to sling more blankets over your shoulders.

If you could feel your face, maybe you’d laugh at how ridiculous you looked and felt, like a small child being coddled by a worried parent. But, he wasn’t a worried parent, he was your employer—your incredibly kind and caring employer, who you often dreamt of as more than an employer, more than a friend.

“Aren’t y-you,” you chattered, “cold, too?”

You worried about him under all that shining armor; he could be hiding an injury like he always did, pretending he was fine and limping off somewhere else to lick his wounds alone. You wished he wouldn’t be so stubborn all the time.

Grogu crawled into your lap, playing with the tips of your frozen fingers. Mando said something about his armor keeping him warm, but you didn’t register any of it when his hands enveloped yours—calloused and warm.

“Try to keep your arms and legs moving,” he said, massaging the palm of your hands. Then he directed his attention to Grogu. “Okay, kid, keep your buir warm. I’m going to repair the ship.”

“Hm?” You cocked your head at the word. Sure, he liked sneaking Mando’a words into his sentences from time to time—sometimes calling you mesh’la or cyar’ika, which made you blush because of how sincere he sounded—but you just assumed they were nicknames. You assumed buir meant babysitter or something along those lines, too. “Stealing my job, Mando?” you quipped instead.

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

When his hands slipped from yours, your fingers twitched, almost asking him not to go. You would warm up faster if he were with you.

He slipped past the tarp, into the cavern of snow. Grogu’s babble drew your attention; his arms were raised.

You apologized, “Sorry, kid, I’d lift you up, but my arms are a bit sore right now.”

He continued to babble as he found comfort nestled in your lap instead. You rested your head against the wall and stared at the opening where Mando left, still feeling the ghost of his warmth on your hand.

The minutes you spent slowly flexing your hands and feet paid off; your strength was slowly returning. Grogu crawled off of your lap and watched as you, with the grace of a newborn calf, pushed yourself onto unsteady feet.

“Okay, kid, let’s go help your dad.” You scooped him up and braced yourself with Mando’s cape, making sure the two of you were snug beneath the fabric before pushing aside the tarp and stepping outside into the frigid weather.

The cold winds were the first to greet you; already, your cheeks were growing numb. Grogu let out a disapproving grunt, clearly not favoring the cold either.

You stayed close to the side of the ship in case your legs gave out and rounded the tail end before finding Mando, with frost coating his armor and hands on his hip, staring at a jumble of wires hanging from an open panel.

Upon seeing his father, Grogu cheered in your arms, alerting the Mandalorian whose head snapped in your direction.

He was already approaching you before declaring, “You need to rest.”

“I can’t cozy up in there while you’re out here all by yourself. Look at you.” You drew a line in the frost coating his chest plate. “You must be freezing under all that.”

“I said I’m-”

“Fine,” you finished. “I know, I know—you’re always fine, Mando.”

You were growing tired of his stubborn attitude concerning his well-being and of standing for so long. You were beginning to sway without realizing it, but Mando’s quick hand on your shoulder steadied you.

“I got you,” he murmured. He took Grogu from you and moved to your side. He wrapped an arm around your shoulders, silently guiding you back into the ship’s hull and onto the spot where the blankets were piled.

Once you were settled, you expected him to wander back out but, to your surprise, he began detaching pieces of his armor.

You watched, mouth agape, as one by one the shining beskar revealed a dark flight suit that molded with the contours of his body. The helmet, of course, stayed.

He eased himself onto the floor beside you and wrapped the three of you beneath the blankets. Your eyes widened when his arm pressed against yours. You dared to rest your head against his shoulder; you relished in the comfort of his presence, finally feeling warmer than ever. His body began to relax gradually with your head on his shoulder and his chest rose and fell in an even rhythm.

With Grogu resting in your lap it almost felt like the three of you were a family, settling in after a long day.

“You’re always protecting everyone,” you said, exhaustion beginning to creep over you once again. “We’re a crew, right? Let me take care of you too.”

You knew the irony in saying that while he was taking care of you, but you hoped he would remember it.

He slipped his gloves off to flex the stiff muscles. “I’m,” he started, “just not used to this.”

“Having a crew?” You guessed.

“Having someone care.”

Your mouth dropped open with a response dying on your tongue. Instead, you resolved to take his hand and curl your fingers through his. They were stiff from the cold, but relaxed once your thumb ran over the ridges of his knuckles.

“You’re a good man and I trust you with my life. Don’t think for a second I don’t care about you, Mando. I-” You cut yourself off.

You what? Loved him? Kriff. He just started opening up to you. Telling him you were in love with him right after would surely make him run in the other direction. You doubted he felt the same. You could read him, but not that well.

“Din.”

You snapped out of your thoughts, relieved he didn’t attempt to figure out what you were going to say. “What?”

“My name’s Din.”

He was looking at you now. Maybe if you squinted hard enough you could catch a glimpse of his eyes behind his darkened visor, but you wouldn’t disrespect his Creed and you didn’t think you could handle seeing his strong gaze, boring into you.

So, you turned your eyes down toward your intertwined hands; you tested his name on your tongue and smiled.

Getting off the ice planet took work—a mix of frustration and determination—and you swore to get a nice vacation on some far, far away planet, preferably with a warm, sunny beach.

But, the ship needed heavier repairs, forcing the three of you to find the nearest planet, Trask, for maintenance. A dock worker was quick to offer his services, charging more than necessary, once you landed.

You frowned when Din agreed without hesitation, dropping the credits into his slimy hands. You could have rolled up your sleeves and got to work yourself with better equipment at hand, but Din insisted on the three of you getting some real rest after the stress of the past three days.

The place was seedy, smelled of fish, and you couldn’t shake the feeling of unwanted eyes stalking the three of you as you passed through the quiet harbor. You and Din walked on either side of Grogu’s floating pram.

You, with a scowl glued to your face, pulled your cape, one of Din’s, tighter around yourself. The toolbox Din gifted you was clasped in your hand, deemed too precious to leave behind while strangers fixed the ship. You leaned into Din and whispered, “We should just go back to Tatooine for the repairs; I can do it.”

“I know you can, but the ship’s too damaged and you know it.”

You huffed.

Grogu mimicked your huff, putting on his best grouchy face, and your frown lightened into a smile, pointing at the boy. “See—even he agrees with me.”

Din let out an amused hum. “When did the two of you decide to team up against me?”

“We hold secret meetings when you’re out and conspire against you.”

“Guess I should watch my back,” he deadpanned.

Night fell quickly on Trask and before you knew it, the streets were oddly quiet, only lit by dim street lights in rounded sections.

Din’s stride grew cautious; his helmet subtly turned to scan the area.

You also took caution, straining your ears for anything out of place, but all you heard was the nearby tide pulling in and out.

There was a shift in the gravel behind you. Din’s hand shot out to shove aside Grogu’s pram, sending him off to a nearby stack of crates, and he could only brush your shoulder before turning and deflecting a blaster shot with his vambrace. The heat from the blast radiated in the air around you.

“Run!” He barked, ripping his blaster from its holder and firing off a shot into the dark.

Your feet hesitated and your heart stuttered when another blast hit his chest plate, forcing a grunt from him. But, the sound of worried coos snapped you out of it. You turned and ran toward Grogu who watched the fight with large eyes.

Three figures emerged from the darkness, dressed like pirates, and armed with unrelenting blasters all aimed at Din.

“Give up the armor, Mando.” One of them demanded.

“It’s time to hide, okay?” You said, tucking Grogu into the pram. Your thumb brushed over the mythosaur necklace he always wore like a lucky charm and you were praying it would work. You pressed the button on the outside of his pram to shut it.

The fight was coming to a close by the time you turned back, much to your relief. Two were knocked out cold, sprawled across the floor while the remaining one continued to fight. Both of them resorted to hand-to-hand combat after they managed to disarm one another.

Just when you thought you could relax, the remaining pirate pulled out a blade and took a swipe at Din, plunging it deep into his side and back out. Your breathing stopped when Din staggered and fell to his knees.

The pirate grabbed him by his cowl, pressing the bloodied blade to his throat, and sneered, “Give up.”

Your hands shook. Not like this, you thought. You couldn’t— wouldn’t —lose him. You dropped your toolbox and fell to your knees, wrenching it open to look for anything that would help. You pulled the largest item free, the hammer, and ran. Adrenaline pushed your feet toward the two and, putting all your weight into it, you swung at the pirate's head, sending him stumbling back.

Only dazed, the pirate sent you a menacing glare, lips pulled back into a snarl, and spat out curses, promising you’d regret it.

Your hand clenched the hammer, heart racing, ready to swing again as he prepared to lunge at you. Not even fear or the promise of death would stop you from saving Din.

Then, something ignited, cold and droning like echoes of the abyss, behind the pirate.

You smelt the smoke before the nauseating burnt flesh. It made your stomach roll.

A haunting glow emitted from the pirate's chest before it was sliced clean through. He fell—lifeless—with a thud, crimson leaking from the gash and pooling around him.

Din stood over him—one hand clutching his waist and the other holding the darksaber. His chest rose and fell; his helmet was fixated on the body. You could hear the leather of his gloves cry as his hand tightened around the hilt of the saber.

You never saw him use it before. It looked more like an accessory on him rather than a weapon. He once explained its bloody history and how he came to acquire it. The weight of its importance haunted him, a burden he never wished to bear.

“Oh, Maker,” you cried, rushing toward him. The darksaber unignighted; the heavy atmosphere disappeared along with it and time continued. You dropped the hammer and pressed your hand to his wound. Blood seeped through his fingers and onto yours.

He grunted, “I’m…”

Your wavering voice saying his name made him pause.

“Let’s get out of the street,” he said instead. He waved Grogu’s pram forward with the controls on his vambrace. It opened, revealing the whimpering child.

The three of you limped all the way to an inn. When the innkeeper sent you a weary look, you demanded the first room available and a medical kit—whatever the price. After slapping the credits on the counter, you snatched up the kit and dragged Din toward the room, not caring about the drops of blood staining the hallway.

The room was small and gray; a single bed set in the middle of the room, a nightstand on either side, and a fresher. You eased him onto the bed, where he slumped and groaned.

The medical kit was meager; a suture kit, antiseptic wipes, and a few bacta patches, but it would do. You dashed to the fresher to wash your hands. You scrubbed them viciously, watching his blood run down the sink. Tears blurred your vision. The red wouldn’t stop running.

When you emerged from the fresher, his shirt was already rolled up and he was attempting to clean his wound. Grogu was asleep in his pram, wiped out from all the excitement.

You released a tired sigh. “Let me.”

You moved to take the cloth from him, kneeling at his feet and wiping around the area of the wound gently.

“Don’t do that again,” he rasped.

“Save your life?” The playful tone you attempted fell flat. As much as you wanted to be amused, the fear of losing him still suffocated you. He was safe, your thoughts repeated.

Once the wound was cleaned you pulled the needle from the kit. You were in over your head and a bit nauseous. Cleaning wounds was easy, but stitching them up was something else.

You’ve seen him cauterize his own wounds and pinched your nose when the smell became too much. He didn’t deserve the scars they left behind and this was your opportunity to finally take care of him.

You willed your hands not to tremble as you notched the needle through his skin, apologizing when he sucked in a sharp breath or flinched.

“I told you to run.”

Your voice was finally firm when you said, “I’m not going to leave you.”

He was your partner, through and through, and you cared for him.

When you were finished, you unwrapped a bacta patch and laid it over the suture. You smoothed over the patch and withdrew your hands.

He was already sitting up taller, no longer hunched over or wheezing. You knew it was a good sign but you still trembled all over.

You raised your head, but your eyes were stuck on his cowl where a sliver of his blood was left from the blade. The tears were returning, flooding your bottom lashes.

Would that pirate have killed him right there on the street, stripped him of his armor, and left him like trash? You would have had to drag his body back to the ship—would have to tell Grogu his father was dead.

“Cyar’ika, look at me,” he said, finding your cheek with his palm. “Just breathe.”

You didn’t realize you were gasping for breath, tears running down your cheeks until your eyes finally connected with his visor.

“I just can’t lose you, Din,” you cried. “I can’t .”

There was so much you wanted to say—so much he needed to know. You were so close to losing him and losing the chance to admit how you’d grown to feel over the course of your partnership.

He guided you onto the bed and held you until the tears stopped and subsided into sniffles. Your face was buried in his cowl and your arms were thrown around his shoulder.

“I can’t lose you either,” he admitted, a waver in his voice. You were so close you could almost hear the sound of his real voice. His words were tender and sincere.

Your breath hitched and a realization washed over you.

He pulled back and you pulled yourself out of his neck with wide eyes. Cold metal met your forehead.

“You mean far too much to me.”

For a man of few words, he still said so much. Your hand brushed below the rim of his helmet. “I love you, Din,” you confessed.

Your heart pounded as you waited for his response—for even the sharpest intake of breath. But, it was silent—all but your heart remained still as he processed your words. Your hand slipped away, back to the safety of your personal bubble, which was beginning to shrink as the silence became an oppressive weight on your shoulders.

Say something, you wanted to shout. Did you read his words wrong? Was it just appreciation for his… employee?

“Close the curtains and turn off the light.”

Your brows furrowed and you cocked your head to the side. “What?”

“Please.”

You stood with a frown and shuffled to shut the curtains, then made your way to the light switch. You took one last glance over your shoulder, before flipping the switch and submerging the room in darkness. You could hardly see his silhouette as you shuffled back to the bed with your hands out in front.

A calloused hand found your wandering ones, carefully pulling you down to sit beside him once again, not letting go. Then, you heard a click and a hiss, like he was detaching his—

Your eyes widened when you realized what he was doing and you tried pulling away. Even in the darkness, where shadows fell across the silhouette of his body, you couldn’t risk seeing him—no matter how curious.

“Din, no-”

“It’s alright,” he reassured. The low rasp of his voice was no longer modified by his helmet. He chased after you in the dark; his hand moved to the back of your neck, drawing your face closer to his. You could feel the warmth of his breath brushing across your lips.

The smell of caf and leather drew you closer you and you fell into its embrace. It was your safety, your haven—the home you found in him, along with his son and his beaten-down ship.

“ Ni kar’tayl gar darasuum, ner cyar’ika, ” he whispered into the darkness, gentle devotion laced in his words. “ I love you .”

When he kissed you, it was slow, a tender meeting of lips which you both relaxed into. The weight off your shoulders disappeared and all you could do was smile against his lips and draw him closer.

That night you traced his features in the dark, committing every outline and curve to memory, with a content smile and full heart while he held you close. You didn’t need to see his face to love him; it could wait—forever if it meant you’d still have him.

“You know,” he said in the darkness with you tucked close under his arm, “you wield a hammer well. It reminds me of someone I know.”

“Really? Who?”

It was nearly a full cycle before you met the Armorer, the mysterious figure Din would mention from time to time, a woman he seemed to respect.

You were nervous. Though he never said it directly, she was like a maternal figure and you wanted to make a good impression.

Ever since Trask, the two of you were closer than ever. He had no reservations when it came to you. His hand would lay firmly against your lower back as he crowded around you, guiding you through busy markets, pulling you close whenever someone bumped into you. You no longer slept alone, trading out your flimsy sleeping bag for a cozy spot in his bed. At night when the lights were out, you’d finally get to kiss him and share dreams.

The covert was located on a barren planet. You wouldn’t have guessed there was any life if it weren’t for the scattered Mandalorian sparing at the mouth of a cave.

By the time you landed near the lake, only two Mandalorians emerged to greet you.

“It’s been a while.” A large, blue man said upon approaching, greeting the three of you with a simple nod. He towered over everyone, a mass of muscle and armor that radiated intimidation.

As he approached, your foot slid back as you bent your neck to meet his visor and you bumped into Din. He rested a hand on your shoulder. “This is Paz, my brother.”

“It’s nice to meet you,” you said, sticking a hand out.

The hand that takes yours is firm; he shook once and let go. The hand on your shoulder squeezed.

“It seems your clan has grown.” The figure to Paz’s right spoke, her visor trained on the hand over your shoulder. You needed no introduction for her. It was obvious in the way she spoke, authoritative and clear, that she was the Armorer.

Your lips quirked. A clan, huh?

She welcomed you briefly and Din requested a private audience in her forge. When Din handed Grogu off to you, he said, “Stay with Paz, cyar’ika.”

“Cyar’ika?” The Armorer paused. “Have you claimed them as your riduur?”

You cast Din a curious glance. Riduur?

“I… haven’t,” he said carefully.

“I see.” She resumed her pace and disappeared into the cave.

Din followed, not before pressing his forehead to yours. It was like a kiss, he explained once. You were fine with it. You knew as soon as the day was over, he’d make up for all the kisses you’d missed out on.

“He seems to like you.”

“I would hope so,” you quipped, turning to Paz once Din was out of sight. “He loves me, after all.”

You finally got your well-deserved vacation—on a planet called Pabu, with bright blue skies and a sparkling blue ocean—and more than you could have ever wished for.

Gentle waves lapped at your bare feet as you leaned back against the palm of your hands to soak in the last of the dying sun.

Relaxing like this felt rare and fleeting; part of you was worried some other danger would rear its ugly head and ruin the tranquility. But, a quick glance toward Grogu, who was splashing in the water, and Din, standing watch to make sure he didn’t snatch up any crabs as a snack, dispelled any worry and replaced it with a warmth that spread through your chest like the sun's rays.

You cracked a smile at the Mandalorian who was barefoot as well, after you convinced him to step into the waves, with his pants rolled up to the bottom of his knees.

“Stop that,” came Din’s chastising demand. Grogu was levitating a poor crab toward his mouth before letting it fall back into the water with a grumble, his ears pulled back as he looked up at his father with a pout. “You’ll ruin your dinner,” he reasoned, reaching down to scoop the fussing child from the water.

You stood, wiping away sand clinging to your thighs, and walked over to the pair. Din’s helmet followed you as you approached, his shoulders were far more relaxed than you’d ever seen them.

Even when you stood in front of them, finger brushing along Grogu’s ear as he cooed, his gaze did not stray. You just thought it was your bathing suit; it showed off more skin than usual. Which, you admit, you hoped would catch his attention.

“Problem?” You teased, looking at him with a sly smile.

He shook his head slowly. He was uncharacteristically quiet, more so than usual. Ever since his private chat with the Armorer, he’d been distracted. Staring more than usual—at you, the controls of the ship, the floor—like he was lost deep in thought.

You looked out at the sunset, a wash of orange and gold against a glittering sea. You let out a wistful sigh. “I could spend forever here with you two.”

“You mean that?”

“Nothing would make me happier.”

His hand drifted toward the pouch on his belt, fingering the hem. A nervous habit, you assumed, he picked up after visiting the Armorer.

You rested your hand on his and asked, “Are you sure there’s no problem?”

“Marry me.”

You froze, mouth agape.

“M-marry you?”

“I wish for more days like today, too—safe, peaceful days together with our son.” He opened his pouch and pulled out a silver ring that glittered against the setting sun, reminding you of his armor.

Your hand slipped from his to your mouth, covering up the shock written across your face. Your watering eyes moved between the two who’ve grown so close to your heart. They were your life, your home, and you’d spend forever with them. You knew your answer—you’ve always known, ever since he asked you to join them. In your heart it was always—

“Yes,” you cried, throwing your arms around the two of them. “Yes, absolutely!”

You stayed tucked in his arms with Grogu nestled between the two of you. And, in the foreground of a golden sky, he asked if you would cite the Mandalorian vows.

Riduur, he said, you would be mine, and I you. Our hearts will be written together in song.

“Mhi solus tome, mhi solus dar'tome, mhi me'dinui an, mhi ba'juri verde.”

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

Finally, he was no longer just the Mandalorian or Din, he was your riduur.

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