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Hat Trick (Safest with You AU)

1.7K / Modern AU Retired Mob Enforcer!Din Djarin x fem!reader

Summary: Din takes you to a hockey game for date night. Hat Trick = when a player scores three times (goals) in a game.

Warnings: 18+ content (MDNI please), No smut but smut adjacent, established relationship, possessive!Din if you squint really hard, thigh riding/grinding in public, dirty talk, light degradation (whore, affectionate), pet names as usual (pretty bird, baby, sweetheart, etc.), use of hockey terms.

A/N: My beloved Canucks are leading their conference (woo!) and they’re playing tonight so to wish them luck, here’s a little one shot with our Safest with You couple. There’s a little more characterization of reader in this one in that she’s a big hockey fan, hope that doesn’t stop anyone from enjoying the story! 😘 Also, the term "puck bunny" is used but is not intended in any actual derogatory or sexist way; it's completely light-hearted teasing because we, reader and Din, all know that shaming female fans is not a thing and we can happily let woman enjoy sports any way they want🏒🐰

“These are great seats, Din!” you beam, as you take off your jacket and look around; you’re seven rows up from the ice in the lower bowl, right behind the goal. Perfect seats.

As soon as Din sees your sweatshirt, he laughs at the bright team colours and large block letters in the front that read “I just hope both teams have fun.” My sweet girl, he thinks.

Turns out, you did not want both teams to have fun. Turns out, you wanted the visiting team to eat ice shit.

The first time your team’s defense crushes someone against the glass with devastating precision and you roar your approval, he looks over, stunned. While he knew you loved hockey, he hadn’t expected you to get so into a live sporting event.

And he knew you had a mouth on you, but he’s never heard it at this volume, your hands cupping around your mouth in a makeshift bullhorn to amplify your trash talk:

“PUT HIM IN JAIL!!!!” When the ref doesn’t call for the tripping of one of your players.

“Don't get too comfortable!!! Don't even sit down!!” When the opposing team opts for a two-man advantage for their power play by pulling their goalie.

“How was that fucking slashing?! He barely touched him!! What is this, soccer????” When your team captain is put in the penalty box.

“Get it together!! I've seen more organization at the zoo!!” When the teams fight for the puck against the boards, the other team attempting to clear.

“This isn’t cake, stop icing!!” When the other team does clear the puck.

You’re equally as vocal with your encouragement and praise:

“Shoot it! Shoot it! Atta boy!!”

“Let’s go defense, let’s go!! Yesssssssss!!”

“Fucking look how smooth that line change was!!”

“Get it, get it, you got it!!”

You cheer loud and earnestly for every save your goalie makes, face-off won, and glove dropping fight. Each home goal is celebrated out of your seat, reverie extending to Din and your seat neighbours via hugs and high-fives. Your energy is infectious and Din hasn’t had this much fun at a hockey game in years.

During the second intermission, just when the two of you are musing if it’s worth the line-ups to get a bucket of popcorn to share, you hear a familiar voice say your name.

“Jessica?” you squeal in delight, throwing your arms around a petite blonde, “I haven’t seen you in forever!”

“I thought that was you! Derek and I have been debating it over the last two periods, and I finally said I would just come over and find out for myself,” she points up in the stands a couple of sections over and a few rows up, and you see her husband waving wildly with both arms and you wave back enthusiastically.

The two of you catch up quickly and when you introduce Din to your friend, she looks thrilled, “Do you play as well?”

Din looks confused, so you proudly answer for him, “Din’s a boxer.”

“Ohhhhhh. Sorry, you just had the look of an enforcer, but that makes sense.” You have to keep yourself from laughing at the double meaning Jess definitely didn’t intend.

The two of you chat a little bit longer before your friend has to leave if she’s to make it back to her seat before the third period starts. As you say goodbye and promise to see each other again soon, you look up to wave to Derek as well, and Jess says, “Oh, yeah, Russ is here with us too.” The man sitting next to Derek locks eyes with you and waves back, same as his friend.

Starting up the stairs, Jess says, “Nice to meet you!” to Din, a sentiment he returns, and to you, “Nice to see you’re branching out,” before she winks and runs away as you roll your eyes good naturedly.

When the third period gets underway, Din leans over, “What did she mean, branching out?”

You feel your cheeks get hot, and you avoid Din’s eye by keeping yours locked on the game, “Oh… well, I used to almost exclusively date hockey players…”

“Like…. a puck bunny?”

Dropping your jaw, scandalized, “No!! Not like a puck bunny!! That’s not a thing!” And as Din laughs, you feel the need to explain, “I wasn’t trying to date hockey players. It just turned out that the people I dated also happened to play hockey. Like, when Jess set me up with Derek’s friend, I didn’t know they played on a team together!”

“Oh, that guy over there?” Din looks up at where Jess has rejoined her husband and sees the man next to him looking over at the two of you. You shrug and nod, turning back to the game, “So anyways, it was kind of like this joke that if I dated someone, they would coincidentally turn out to play hockey.”

Puck bunny, you mutter under your breath, and Din grins and throws his arm around you, kissing you on top of your head to placate you.

After the end of an exciting final period where your favourite right winger almost scores a hat trick, you and Din file out of the arena with the crowd, Din’s arm casually draped around your shoulders as you practically bounce out of happiness at your team’s win.

While walking to the subway, you spot Derek’s head peaking out above the crowd and he smiles big when he sees you and starts to make his way over. Your two groups converge near the subway entrance and it’s another happy reunion. You haven’t seen Derek since you last saw Jess and you’ve always found him to be hilarious, laid back and kind; perfect for your bubbly friend. Even seeing Russ again is nice, although there isn’t really any reason it wouldn’t be; the two of you had dated for a bit, but your long work hours and his away game schedule had prevented it from getting too serious, and the two of you had parted amicably. If he stares at you while the five of you chat and revisit your favourite moments from the game, you don’t notice. Derek and Jess invite you to join them at the sports bar they’re heading to, but you and Din politely decline, saying you have to get back to Al. Only Jess and Din catch Russ’ look of disappointment before you part ways.

While waiting on the subway platform, Din asks to know more about your friends, and you tell him everything: how you and Jess met at a baking class, Derek’s courtship and their wedding, and also about your and Russ’ brief relationship.

When you get on the subway, it’s too packed for you to find seats, so you end up standing right next to a pole by the door, with Din hovering protectively, ready to catch you if you lose your footing while the subway moves.

“You know… I know how to play hockey too,” he’s looking at you with a silly, pouty face and you can’t help but giggle. “Not ice hockey, but we’d sometimes play street hockey in front of the gym when we were kids. Stopped after Paz broke a car window and it turned out that car belonged to a Hutt and nearly started a damn street war.”

“Omigod,” you chuckle, imaging a young Din and Paz running around the street with hockey sticks.

“So… your streak isn’t broken… puck bunny.”

“Ugh!” you playfully swat at Din’s shoulder, “I told you!! It was a coincidence!”

Din leans in, pressing your back into the pole and whispers, “Ok, not a puck bunny… but you’re still my bunny.”

You gasp a little at the possessive tone lacing his words and can’t help but squeeze your thighs together, squirming slightly and hoping no one on the subway notices.

Din notices, though, “Is my pretty bunny feeling needy in front of all these people? You need something between those legs, baby?”

You nod, whimpering just a bit, and pull Din closer by tugging at the bottom of his jacket. Very subtly, he steps between your legs and bends his knee slightly so the angle slopes right at your core. When the subway makes a tight turn, all the passengers jostle and Din’s leg bumps up into you, giving you a jolt of electrifying friction. You close your eyes and have to bite you lip to stifle a moan. Feeling cocky, Din whispers hotly in your ear, “Let them hear you, pretty bird. Let everyone in this subway car know how dirty you are, getting off on daddy’s thigh in public.”

The subway goes over a bumpy stretch of track and you’re knocked right into Din’s chest, pressed up against his body, practically sat down on his leg. You don’t bother to upright yourself, instead letting the rolling movement of the subway rock your needy pussy back and forth against Din’s thigh, slowly warming the ball of pleasure within you.

You’re practically humming with need in Din’s arms; just before the subway jerks to a stop, he growls in your ear, “Do you think you can come like this, baby? Or do you need me to fuck you in front of all these strangers, so they can see what a pretty whore you are?”. The screech of the subway brakes cover-up your moans, and you’re only slightly relieved when Din withdraws his knee, but continues to hold you close against his chest. As the train starts to move again, you look up at him with your lust hooded eyes, and quietly whine, “Daddy.”

Din chuckles and leans down to press a chaste kiss to your lips, “No one gets to see you come but me, okay pretty bird? Now can you be a good girl and be patient for daddy? Just two more stops and I’ll give you that hat trick you deserve when we get home.”

Smiling dreamily at the promise of multiple orgasms, you nod, “Okay, I’ll be good. As long as both teams get to have fun,” and as you snuggle deeper into Din’s arms, you feel his whole chest vibrate with laughter.

Part 2 (The Playoffs)

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justagalwhowrites · 1 year ago

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Beskar Doll - Ch. 12: Reunion

It's been years, but the Mandalorian would know you anywhere. A continuation of Beskar Doll Ch. 1-11 found on Tumblr here.

Pairing: The Mandalorian/Din Djarin x Female Reader

Warnings: Mention of DV, mention of attempted SA. No use of Y/N. Minors DNI 18+

Length: 5k

9 ABY - Present Day

Din managed to stay away from you for three months.

He let his work swallow him up, taking every puck offered to him. No price was too low, any job that would keep him from realizing how empty his ship was without you in it was worth doing. He kept thinking it would get easier. He hadn’t been with you all that long, after all. You’d barely been friends, not really. But you were always there, some biting comment or teasing smile or kind touch suddenly acutely absent.

Time, he thought, would fix it. Time and hunting every bounty he could get his hands on.

It didn’t work.

So it was only three months before he found himself back on Dantooine, going back to the coordinates you’d given him, landing outside your family’s home before being greeted by the kind but confused face of the woman who lived there.

She invited him in, gave him her name - Aidla - offered him a drink and food but he turned her down.

“So,” she said, pleasantries out of the way. “Can I ask what brings you by?”

“I was… in the area,” he said, trying find a way to ask what he wanted to ask. “I thought I would see how Liska was doing. Is she here?”

Aidla smiled sadly, a knowing look in her eye. He was reminded of you for what had to be the 20th time that day.

“I’m sorry but no, she’s not,” she leaned forward, putting her hand on his arm. “She’s married now, living on the other side of the planet.”

Din froze. He could hear the blood pounding in his ears. Married. You couldn’t be married. He’d seen you just months ago - he’d touched you, felt you come apart in his arms just months ago. You’d never mentioned anyone, you couldn’t be married…

“It was arranged,” she gave his arm a gentle pat before she sat back in her seat. “It will help her blend in. But he’s a good man, they have a home in the country. It’s a simple, quiet life but…”

He nodded slowly. Part of him wanted to find you. He could, if he tried. It wouldn’t even take him long, he could be at your door in a day - maybe just hours if he got lucky.

But that would be selfish. The night before the fight in Bisneth, you’d told Keci you wanted something simple, quiet. You wanted peace. What was he going to offer you? A life of hunting bail jumpers through the galaxy? A place where you’d be shot and hurt and need to resort to the skills you resented so deeply? All because he missed touching you, missed watching how your brilliant mind worked? No. He wasn’t going to take this from you.

“She cared for you, I think,” Aidla said after a moment. She looked down at the cup of tea in her hands. “I’d never met her before you brought her here but… there’s a lot of her mother in her. I think she cared for you very deeply.”

Din was silent, digging his fingers into his gloved palm.

“I can tell her you came by,” she said eventually.

“Don’t,” he said quickly. “I don’t want to disrupt her life here. I just wanted to know… how she was.”

He started visiting Aidla and her husband, Tam, every few months. Each time he was hoping you might be there, visiting, while also hoping he wouldn’t see you so he wouldn’t have to explain himself. You were never there. But she told him that you were doing well. Tam saw you every few months when he met with your husband for trading. He usually came home with a letter, which Aidla shared with Din. You wrote about walking the countryside, asked for recipes your mother used to make you as a girl, criticized recent moves by the New Republic. He could almost see your face, hear your voice as he read your words. None of it seemed to ease the ache and longing inside him.

More than two years after he’d left you on Dantooine, he landed at Aidla’s but found the place abandoned. It was clear no one had been there in more than two months, their fields overgrown and thick layers of dust clinging to the tea set Aidla always took down when she offered him the tea that he always politely refused.

He went see their neighbors and asked after them, but it was only bad news. Aidla and Tam had both died - a speeder accident in Dantoo Town.

Din trudged back to the Razor Crest and sat there, staring straight ahead, until the sun set and he realized he’d just been looking into nothing. He’d grown to like Aidla and Tam, Aidla in particular. She was the last, tenuous link he had to you. Now you were really, truly gone. He seriously considered, one last time, tracking you. But he pictured you, happy in your peaceful and quiet life, and got ready to leave Dantooine for the last time.

Before he left, he went inside their home and found your letters, bringing them aboard his ship. Once he’d jumped to the next destination, he pulled off his gloves and removed his helmet, holding the pages you’d once held, reading words you’d written without a mask between you.

It seemed you haunted him even more after that. He’d catch a glimpse of you out of the corner of his eye in crowded markets, hear some reflection of you when someone near him said something equally infuriating and insightful. It was as though his loose connection with you had kept you at bay and without it, the lack of you was going to drown him.

When he took the bounty for the child, the only reason he’d stayed in a room filled with Imps is that he thought, for a moment, the bounty would be you. If he had a reason to track you, that would be different. He’d have to find you then, protect you or at least warn you. Instead, it was the kid.

He knew you’d have never left the child with Imperials. It made him sick that he had, even for a bit. If you’d been there, you’d have taken off with him immediately. Maker, by now, you’d have probably figured out some language to speak with him, established a clear line of communications and a deep understanding with the little guy.

So when he and the child were lying low on Garqi, he wasn’t surprised when a Naboo blaster caught his eye as he passed a weapons resale stand. He stopped for a moment, looking at it. He remembered you pressing one just like it into his chest the day he’d left you behind.

“How much?” He asked the man working the stand.

“Haven’t had a chance to price it yet,” he said, hardly glancing at the weapon. “Just bought it off a girl this morning but I got a deal on it. I’ll let it go for 750.”

“This morning?” Din asked, pulling out the credits without bothering to barter. He handed them over and the man handed him the weapon.

“Aye,” he nodded once. “She was impatient, that one. Seemed ready to be on her way.”

“Do you know where I could find her?” He asked. The man behind the counter frowned at him. “I just have an interest in pieces from Naboo. I’d want to buy more, if she has it.”

“She didn’t look like she was from around here,” he shrugged after a moment, going back to cleaning a blaster. “Looked like she’d gotten into it with some folks she shouldn’t have, too, she was banged up. The cheapest beds are only a few clicks east, across from the brothel. She’d likely be there.”

The Child cooed at Din’s hip. He gave the man a stiff nod and started off, sweeping the crowds, looking for you everywhere he passed.

It was unlikely that it was you, he told himself. You were on Dantooine. You were married. You weren’t on your own, trying to navigate this Maker-foresaken galaxy with no one. It wouldn’t be you. So he wasn’t prepared when he caught sight of you, lugging a box outside a building and putting it with the trash. Your hair was shorter and you were thinner but it was you.

He walked toward you like he was hypnotized. You didn’t look anywhere but the ground as you went back inside, you didn’t see him coming. When he made it in the door, the building was dim, barely clothed women strolling through the room. He frowned. What were you doing here?

“A Mandalorian,” a woman said, slinking up and draping herself over Din’s chest. “Not often we get one of your kind.”

“I’m looking for someone,” he said, looking down at her. “The woman who was just outside, where is she?”

“Kelda?” She asked. Din had never heard the name, but nodded. The woman frowned. “I don’t have her working the floor, I’m sure there’s something I can interest you in…”

“I’d like to speak with her,” he replied. She glanced around before leaning into his ear.

“Look, I can take you to the back but I don’t want her on the floor until her face is healed,” she said. “It bothers the clients.”

“I’ll pay,” he said, pulling out some credits. With that, she smiled, taking him by the hand and leading him through the bar. The Child shifted in the bag and Din tucked him down, covering his head with the flap. No need for him to see all this quite yet.

The back was more brightly lit and even from behind, he recognized you.

“Kelda,” the woman said. “Someone requested you.”

“What?” He could hear the frown in your voice. It was such a familiar sound, even three years later. You turned to face him and froze, staring at him, your eyes wide.

You looked different now, especially up close. Your hair was in a single braid that hung barely past your shoulders, the toned muscle from the training you’d done for years gone. Your face was almost gaunt and the remains of bruises were still there, yellowing, and there was a still healing cut on your cheek. He forced his hands to stay at his sides and not reach for you.

“Didn’t know you knew a Mandalorian,” the woman said, looking at you with suspicion. Your eyes narrowed.

“I don’t,” you replied, turning back to your work. “Never seen the man before in my life.”

“Well, he paid for your time,” she shrugged. “Take care of him and then you can go.”

You sighed but kept your back to him. The woman left and your fingers drummed the countertop in front of you.

“So, what?” You asked, still facing the wall. You picked up something on the table and started cleaning it. “You have a thing for the help now? There’s a whole room of girls actually on the menu, you know, go bother one of them.”

Din ignored your hostilities but kept his distance.

“What are you doing here?” He asked

“You’re in my sector,” you snapped. “We’re just a stone’s throw from Dantooine. What are you doing here?”

“Why aren’t you on Dantooine?” He asked, moving closer. He couldn’t help it, you were right there.

You flung the thing you were cleaning onto the counter, forcefully, and spun to face him.

“I don’t know, Din,” you looked up at him, your eyes finding his immediately. A skill you hadn’t lost. The flesh around your eyes was discolored, healing. “What do you think? Take your best guess.”

“Someone hurt you,” he said. He balled his hands into tight fists to keep from trying to touch you.

“Good on you,” you pushed off the counter behind you, grabbing the piece you were cleaning - some bar tool, he guessed - and took it to a shelf to put it away. “Are we done here? Get your money’s worth?”

“Can we go somewhere?” He asked, keeping his voice gentle. He still couldn’t believe that you were standing there, in front of him. Fully formed, not hints of you he imagined in every corner of the universe. “I’d like to talk with you.”

“I’d rather not,” you replied.

“Please,” he said. There was pleading and desperation in his voice. He didn’t care about hiding it.

“Why do you care?” You asked, exasperated and tired. His head tilted, examining you. Did you really think he didn’t care?

“I just do,” he said eventually. “Please. Let’s talk.”

You crossed your arms, looking him up and down, before you sighed.

“Fine,” you said. “There’s a cafe, four doors down from here. Tea’s decent. I’ll meet you there in an hour.”

“Thank you,” he said, watching you. Your sharpened edges seemed softer as you looked back at him. It was like you were fighting to still hate him.

He turned and left, making sure the kid was still tucked away in his bag, before heading to the cafe.

There was a secluded booth in the corner and he took it, hoping it would be quiet enough that you felt free to talk. The child was getting fidgety, so he took him out of the bag and ordered him a bone broth from the waitress who was happily fawning over his long ears and large eyes.

When the waitress got called away - after bringing two refills of bone broth - Din tucked the kid into the booth beside him, wanting to avoid drawing attention, and watched the door. You arrived sooner than he’d expected, giving the waitress a soft smile and a nod before finding his table. It was hard to stay seated. He wanted to stand up, touch you, pull you against him. Instead, you sat across from him, crossing your arms as you sat back in the booth, examining him.

“So,” you said eventually, eyebrows raised. “I’m here. What do you want?”

***

It’s not like you’d picked Garqi to be safe. You hadn’t actually picked Garqi at all, not really. It was the only place you could reach with the handful of credits you’d been able to access on your way out of your house, your husband unconscious and bleeding on the floor. You didn’t have time to pack, you just grabbed the data pad with the last of your life from Naboo - the pictures, the songs, the only things that remained of your family - your knife and the credits you could get to before stealing the speeder and running.

No, Garqi hadn’t been a strategy. But it was so remote, you thought the chances of running into anyone you knew here was slim. You hadn’t expected to see the Mandalorian show up at the bar where you’d managed to beg your way into a job. The pay was barely enough to keep you afloat, a cheap bed at the inn across the way and a meal every other day so you could try to salt enough credits away to get a ticket to a midrim world. You needed distance between yourself and Dantooine, the sooner the better. After selling the blaster, you had almost enough to buy the credentials you’d need to get off world. But now, Din was here.

Din, the man who’d all but haunted you for years. Every flash of metal, every modulated voice made you think of him. So did holochess boards and whiskey and the sound of blaster fire and the feeling you got when you climbed a tree to get closer to the sky. He was fucking everywhere all the damned time. Except now he was really here, looking at you from across a table. His eyes were ranging over you, you could feel them as they ran up your waist, arms, neck, face. You tried to resist the urge to hide your still healing face - bacta was definitely a luxury you couldn’t afford - and just let him look like you weren’t ashamed of it.

“Well?” You raised your eyebrows, making your damaged skin pull uncomfortably.

Before he had a chance to respond, a small, green hand appeared at the edge of the table. You frowned as a tiny, green creature with overwhelmingly large eyes and ears pulled itself onto the table. Din sighed.

“Who’s this?” You asked, leaning forward, face and voice softening. The creature reached for you before toddling forward, its clawed hand outstretched.

“Kid,” Din sighed, picking him up at the waist and pulling him into his lap. “We’re trying to have a conversation.”

The creature cooed, looking up at Din. You cocked your head, looking at him. You’d never seen anything quite like it. When his dark eyes met yours, there was a twinge of curiosity in you. But it was… odd. The feeling wasn’t your own. It was coming from the tiny thing in the Mandalorian’s lap.

“Oh, let him play,” Shura, the waitress, said, bringing you a cup of tea. “He’s not hurting anyone by being on the table top. Does he need more bone broth?”

“Sure,” Din said, sighing as he set the creature on the table. It smiled at him before looking back at you, a spark of happiness reaching you this time. Shura cooed at him before leaving the table again.

“Hi there,” you smiled at the creature, even though it still hurt your cheeks. He toddled for you, curious again, his hand out stretched. He touched your face, smiling as he explored your skin. You leaned forward and he grabbed your hair, giving it a firm tug. Satisfaction, this time.

“OK kid,” the Mandalorian said, reaching across the table and picking him up, pulling him back into his chest. “We don’t want to hurt her.”

“I don’t mind,” you said quickly. The creature looked back to you, cocking its little head, ears wiggling.

“What… is it?” You asked, reaching a finger across the table. The creature reached out and took it, all three of its tiny fingers wrapping around the tip of yours. There was the foreign, outside feeling of satisfaction again when it made contact.

“He’s a… quarry that went wrong,” Din said. “Kind of like you.”

You laughed darkly for a moment. A quarry that went wrong. One way to describe it, you supposed.

“I was a step down from a quarry, though,” you said. The child released your finger and looked back up at Din, the odd sensation of his feelings leaving with his gaze. How strange. You looked up at the Mandalorian. “I was just cargo that never happened, right?”

Shura set the bone broth down in front of the creature who looked overjoyed, reaching his tiny hands forward and gripping the small cup with both hands.

“What are you doing here?” He asked after Shura was out of earshot.

“You already figured that one out,” you replied, taking a sip of your tea. “Regular genius that you are.”

“You know what I’m asking, Doll.”

You winced in spite of yourself. You hadn’t heard his name for you in so long.

“You got new armor,” you said instead of answering. “Quite the upgrade.”

“Answer the question.”

“I don’t owe you a damn thing, Mando,” you said, chin defiantly titled up.

“No,” he replied. “But I doubt you want me hunting down everyone you’ve spoken to in the last month until I find whoever hurt you so I can kill them.”

You glared at him, taking another sip of tea before setting it down in front of you and crossing your arms across your body, as though they would protect you from him in some way.

“And if they’re already dead?” You asked.

“Are they?” You opened your mouth to reply but he cut you off. “You’re a good liar, Doll, but not with me. Are they still alive.”

He was right. He saw right through you. He saw through you when you pressed the blaster to his chest, when you said you hated him, when you said it was fine that you were a warm body. The asshole always saw right through you.

“They’re alive,” you replied. “But I handled it. He’s in worse shape than me.”

“I doubt it.”

“Really?” You replied. “Because I took one of his eyes, Din, and there are some things even bacta can’t fix.”

“Anything to eat today, Kelda?” Shura came up, smiling at you.

“No,” you smiled tightly back. “Just the tea, thanks.”

“You know, if you want…” she began, but you cut her off.

“I’m fine,” you said quickly. “But thanks.”

She looked at the Mandalorian, gave him and awkward smile and the kid a scratch on the end of his ear and left again.

“Why didn’t you kill him?” He asked after a moment. You sighed.

“Seems like I’ve killed enough for one lifetime,” you said, staring down at the table. “I couldn’t bring myself to do it again. Not this time.”

He was silent for a moment.

“Where was your husband?” He asked quietly.

You were about to answer, an automatic reply, when you realized it.

“How did you know I’m married?” You asked, fingers digging into your arms, worried you might try to punch him if you weren’t holding onto something. You’d never have been able to beat him on strength but you were well trained. There was a time where you thought you could have held your own against the Mandalorian. That was no longer the case. “Have you been tracking me? Stalking me?”

“No.”

The baby on his lap cooed, holding up his empty cup and waving it at him. Din took it and set it on the table, out of the child’s reach. The creature pouted, a feeling of disappointment coming from him when his oversized eyes found yours. You looked back up at the Mandalorian.

“Then how,” you had to speak through gritted teeth.

“I checked up on you once or twice,” he said. You could feel that his eyes weren’t meeting yours. “When I was in the region, I stopped to see Aidla and Tam. She told me you were married.”

“That’s a lie,” you snapped. “She would have told me…”

“I asked her not to,” he replied. “I didn’t want to disrupt your life. You were married, you had peace and quiet. It’s what you wanted.”

“So why did you come back?” You demanded. “You didn’t want to disrupt my life, why come see me at all?”

“I tried not to,” he said quietly.

“Why?”

He was silent again for a moment.

“Where was your husband?”

You stared him down from across the table, waiting for him to put it together. You knew he would. He stiffened.

“How long.” It was a growl and not really a question.

“He waited a while,” you shrugged. “Made it so I had no other options.”

“How. Long.”

You sighed.

“It lasted about six months,” you replied. “It was never great but it was fine, for a while, even though I wasn’t… well, I wasn’t good at giving him what he wanted. But he ran out of patience with me after Aidla and Tam died about nine months back. They were the only contacts I had, we lived in the middle of nowhere so I had no friends. I couldn’t access the speeder. My parents died before you even left me on Dantooine, not that I would have risked asking them for help…”

You sighed, looking at the wall next to you. You couldn’t believe you were doing this again, telling this damned man everything you hated about yourself.

“Anyway,” you sighed. “I can take a lot and I did a decent enough job holding him off considering I hadn’t kept my skills up in years. But a few weeks ago, he was drunk, got upset that I’d refused my ‘wifely duties’ for a bit too long, tried to take what he wanted. So, I took his eye. And his ear.”

“You left him alive.” He was seething.

“Yeah,” you nodded. You met his eyes, almost pleading with him to understand. “I just… I couldn’t do it. It’s not that I ever loved him but… I needed to not be the thing that killed him. Even if he deserved it.”

“Is he still on Dantooine?” Din’s hand was on the table, fist clenched tight. The kid looked concerned. You titled your head, seeing if he’d meet your eyes so you could confirm it. He did, the worry tinged by confusion.

“Don’t be afraid little guy,” you said, smiling softly at him. “Everything’s alright.”

The Mandalorian looked down at him and back to you.

“Sorry,” you said, looking up at Din. “He’s not looking at you so you probably can’t feel it but he’s a little freaked out…”

“What do you mean ‘can’t feel it?’”

“Oh,” you frowned, looking back to the creature who was looking up at the Mandalorian. “Do you not feel it?”

“Feel what?”

“When he looks me in the eye, I can feel some of what he does,” you said. “I’m sorry, I thought you’d have realized that by now, I figured it was just part of… whatever species he is.”

Din was quiet for a moment before he picked the baby up, turned him around and lifted him in front of his face, so their eyes would be level. The Child cooed happily.

“Any luck?” You asked after a moment. He just shook his head. You shrugged. “Probably can’t make it through your thick helmet.”

The Mandalorian grunted and put the kid on the bench beside him, pulling a metal ball out of the bag at his side and handing it to him. He took it happily. Din turned his attention back to you.

“Where’s your husband now.”

“Why?” You asked. “He’s not hurting me anymore, that’s all that matters.”

“No,” he replied. “Tell me where he is, Doll, or…”

“Or what?” You asked. “You’ll forget I ever happened? I was cargo, Mando. You did your job, it’s done. It’s been done for years.”

“I will hunt him,” he said, his voice hard. “If you tell me, it will be easier but I don’t need you to. I can track him without you and I will make him pay.”

“I don’t want you to,” you said, jaw tense. “I don’t want your help, I don’t want to owe you a damn thing. I want you to leave me alone.”

“What are your plans from here?” He asked. “Do you plan on working at that… place forever?”

“Only until I save up enough credits to catch a transport out of here,” you shrugged. “Figured if I can make it to midrim, I can find work as a translator or something. I just need identification for whoever I’m going to be next and the ticket off this planet and then I’m set. It should only take me a few more months, I can lay low the long.”

“And if he comes looking for you?” He asked. “You sold your blaster.”

You frowned, eyebrows knitting together.

“How did you know that?”

He pulled the weapon out from a pouch on his leg setting it on the table between you. You picked it up, holding it with reverence.

“Bought it off a weapons trader earlier,” he said. “It’s how I found you, said he bought it off a girl this morning, one who was in trouble. I thought it might have been you. It was a long shot but I had to check…”

“What’d you pay for it?” You asked, turning it over in your hands. You’d only sold it hours before but you’d resigned yourself to never seeing it again. It seemed miraculous that you had it now.

“Just 750 credits,” Din replied. You laughed dryly.

“You got a deal,” you said, setting it down in the middle of the table. “Thought that guy had half a brain, figured he’d get it without me pointing it out. The royal seal at the base of the handle increases its value. You could turn it around and sell it for 2,000 on Coruscant. But his loss is your gain.”

“Keep it,” he said. “Absolutely not,” you shook your head firmly.

“Doll…”

“I mean it,” you replied. “I’m not going to owe you. I can’t owe you.”

“And I’m not going to leave you here, defenseless, when someone nearly beat you to death,” he snapped.

“Mando,” you sighed but he leaned across the table, fists clenched.

“If you won’t take the blaster, I’ll give you two choices,” he said.

“Fine. What are they?”

“Choice one, you come with me and I take you wherever you want to go,” he replied. You opened your mouth to protest but he cut you off. “I could use some help protecting the kid and picking up odd jobs. I’ll let you work your way through so you don’t owe me. Choice two, you stay here and I hunt your husband so I can kill him.”

“That is not fair,” you fought to keep from yelling at him. “You can’t back me into a corner like that!”

“You forced my hand,” he shrugged. “If you won’t keep yourself safe, you haven’t left me another option.”

“Is this fun for you?” You snapped. “Do you enjoy this?”

“Enjoy seeing you hurting?” He replied, his voice oddly calm. “No.”

He watched you, unflinching from across the table. You wondered, for a moment, if you could run. You weren’t especially strong at the moment and you didn’t have much in the way of credits. You could maybe get to the other side of the planet, but with no real identification, it would take a while before you found work again and you’d be stuck. And Din was Din. He’d find you before you made it off world.

“Fine,” you hissed. “I’ll come with you.”

“Good,” he said.

“Tomorrow,” you said. “I have some things to finish up here.”

“Fine,” he said. “Tomorrow morning, space port.”

“Still in the Razor Crest?” He just gave you a stiff nod. “I’ll find you.”

“If you don’t, I’ll find you.”

You believed him.

A/N: Some info about where we're coming into the Mandoverse now that the fic and the show timelines will collide!

This is now 3 years after the first 11 chapters of this fic, set post Season 1 of the Mandalorian (the fight against Gideon has happened.) From here out, this will drastically diverge from canon (while hopefully maintaining characterization from the show for non-OC.)

#fanfic #enemies to friends to lovers #mandalorian fanfic #din djarin #slow burn #the mandalorian #the mandalorian x reader #the mandalorian x female reader

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Chapter 7 – Guided by the stars, connected by the force

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Pairing: Din Djarin x original female character

Chapter summary: Having to deal with a Dragon is hard as is. Dealing with feelings at the same time makes things more complicated for Maia and Din. Who is the real monster?

Warnings: 18+ content, MDNI! Steamy thoughts; a little awkward talk about relationships; touch-starved Din; violence (more graphic than canon, sowwy); new character introduction; A little heartbreak;

Words: 7k

A/N: Switching the Mando'a translations to be in text rather than by the end of the whole chapter.

Due to last night’s occurrences, their night had been cut short, especially so as they were to get up at sunrise. Luckily, Maia fell asleep fairly fast after she had listened to her companion’s even breathing and Grogu’s sleep-babbles for a while. It was peaceful despite the situation they had found themselves in, out in the open and dangerously close to a giant creature. Mando must have groaned or made some kind of noise while sleeping, possibly due to having to sleep in his full set of armor. It couldn't be comfortable to sleep while having metal poke you constantly.

How she came to the conclusion that he made some kind of noise? Well, her brain, fueled by all kinds of chemicals after that kiss, registered his whines and blessed her with some very pleasant dreams, perhaps even visions, about them taking things further.

She felt his rough hands discover every part of her body, gently caressing her skin. His lips would ghost over her neck, her shoulders, her chest, to land on her lips. They’d kiss greedily, his groans guttural and primal. She couldn’t see him, but stars, it felt so real, especially when he’d whisper sweet nothings into her ear, that she felt so soft and warm underneath him, caged by his body – submissive but safe, protected. His fingers were buried in her hips, hard enough to probably leave bruises, holding onto her while taking her like it was the last thing he’d ever do. When she woke up she swore she could feel him everywhere.

Maia’s head slowly rose from the tented blanket, blushing and hoping she didn’t make any noise in her sleep that would tell Mando what they had done in her dreams. She glanced over to find both him and Grogu still soundly asleep, gently snoring in unison. Part of her wished she could just cuddle up against that wide frame of his and pretend she was cold, but she needed some fresh air and distance. The memories of him clouded her mind and the last thing she now needed was him asking questions. She stood up, making as little noise as possible, and left the tent some time before sunrise. She felt surprisingly fine for getting so little sleep, but she knew she wouldn’t be able to sleep much longer anyway. They had to leave soon and all of her thoughts raced around him.

Some of the camp was also awake already. As Maia didn’t have any means of communication, she opted to spend some time with the children. Just outside of the camp, they waited with her. Waited for? While the shadows of the tents were still over the red sand, small creatures scooted around on the lookout for water or small insects. The Tusken children showed Maia how to hunt womp rats. While the first attempt to catch one was futile and caused a fit of laughter with the young ones, the second rat met its unfortunate fate when Maia subtly waved her hand at it, causing some confusion so she could grab the rodent. Now with the small creature on her arm, calm and allowing the kids to pet it, one of the kids tried to tell her something. »I’m sorry I don’t understand,« she said. They kept making one sign over and over, growing more frustrated with every time. Finally, one grabbed her free hand and led her back inside the camp. To Mando.

When faced with the Beskar clad bounty hunter again, it felt a little awkward at first. »I guess we have a pet now,« she said with a smile and pet the womp rat on her arm. Grogu, who had seemed a little sleepdrunk upon her arrival, locked eyes with the animal and was suddenly very wide awake. Insatiable little booger. »Be careful,« Mando said. His voice was a little deeper and raspier than usual, surely from just waking up. A pain surged through her body as she was reminded of her dream, where his voice sounded just like that. »They have sharp teeth and claws.« The animal was calm, almost asleep on her arm. It wouldn’t hurt her. »The children taught me some hunting. I can take on the dragon now,« she joked a little awkwardly, hoping he didn’t register her change in behavior, or the fact that she shifted her weight from one leg to the other nervously.

Maia, why do you have to make things so awkward? she asked herself. But he didn’t pick up on the awkwardness, it seemed. »In that case I’ll kick my feet up, relax and watch you.« His helmet dipped just a tiny bit. That familiar sting appeared in her neck and she cleared her throat. »The children kept making this sign,« and as best as she could, she imitated the movements with one hand, all while the rat rested on her other arm.

»Yeah, well, um,« he stammered and shifted his weight to one foot, bending one knee slightly. »They think I’m your husband because they saw us sleep in the same tent.« Maia instantly regretted asking him, as she was certain she started blushing again.

MY HUSBAND?

One of the children approached them again and signed something to him. All he signed back was his index, pointed upwards as he moved it in front of his visor. It looked to her like it could mean ‘that’s my secret’ or something in that sense. She wondered what the kid asked, as it chuckled and left them to join the other children. She let her eyes follow the child in hopes this distraction would make her blush disappear. »That explains their laughter, at least.« It was awkward, more so because he was clearly embarrassed as well. It sounded like a perfect opportunity for a corny joke.

»I must’ve missed something yesterday,« she said with a smirk. »I don’t remember being proposed to.« And as much as she wanted the joke to land, his response choked her for just a second. »Mandalorian proposals aren’t super romantic,« he stated with a shrug. Wait. That just came out wrong, right? They didn’t… what?

»How did you sleep?« he asked her when he picked up on the return of the awkwardness. Needing a second to take a breather, Maia sat down the small rat and bit her lips when her face was out of sight. »It was okay,« she replied while she slowly rose to her feet, watching the little rat regain its senses and running to hide behind the next small dune. »I’m just … plan M anyway. You won’t want me to interfere and in the end I will do it anyway.« She turned back to face him.

»I don’t like the sound of that,« he said and leaned his helmet to the side, as she would sometimes do. He wanted to protect her, of course he didn’t like the thought of her stepping in and possibly getting hurt. She felt the dragon after all, it was massive. »I can take care of myself. I’ll be careful, don’t worry,« she reassured him. Slowly, she bent over to stretch out her back, her spine cracking in the process. »And how did you sleep?«

»Fine. But I’m not the one with the cracking bones,« Mando’s gaze practically burned into her skin as she bent down. When she straightened out her back again, Vanth stood beside them. »I never thought I’d sleep in a Tusken camp, to be honest. Wasn’t as bad as I thought.« A sudden bout of nausea rolled over her when she thought about what Vanth could see when he approached them: Her bent over.

She exhaled and closed her eyes for a second. This was not the right time to freak out. »We should get moving,« Mando insisted after Vanth shot him a grin. Men…

»I’m curious what you’ve planned,« Maia explained while they were walking towards the speeders. »The Tusken children are quite the hunters… when it comes to womp rats.« The same, broken down, rusty speeder greeted them and she was hit with the realization, that she’d have to cuddle up to Din again.

She sat behind him and exchanged a look with Grogu back in his carrier bag. The little one was excited for the new day ahead. With a soft smile on her lips she turned around and held on to her companion.

»They are great hunters, but the dragon is a different story. It’s big and hard to hunt due to it being under the sand,« Mando explained when they dashed across the dunes. While one hand held onto him by his waist, Maia’s other hand snaked up to the shoulder that was hidden from Vanth’s view. With every time Vanth would shoot her looks, she’d squeeze Din’s shoulder softly. Deep down she wondered, and she was a bit embarrassed by her own thoughts, what it would feel like to touch him without all the fabric separating them. If his skin felt as warm and soft as she imagined.

Maia was unsure of how she would call whatever she shared with Din. She obviously liked him, but his point of view was completely unclear. He kissed her, but did that mean something to him? Seeing the two like this made it easy for the Tuskens to mistake them for husband and wife. They shared a tent, she was practically glued to his back, and the Mandalorian seemed extremely comfortable with the closeness. And at least from what they could tell by the little sparkle in her eyes when she looked at him, there must’ve been something.

She wasn’t opposed to the thought of being with him. As a partner, not necessarily as his wife.

They reached the den after a short trip. A large tunnel led deep into a mountain, pitch black on the inside. Din, Vanth, a few Tuskens and Maia sat behind a rock, watching the tunnel entrance with binoculars. Vanth scanned the tunnel and scoffed. »This is where it’s supposed to be?« and without thinking, Maia practically blurted out, »It’s sleeping.« A low rumble echoed from the tunnel if one paid attention to it. The dragon’s breath.

»The Tusken said it lives in an abandoned sarlacc pit,« Mando explained. Vanth lowered the binoculars and handed them over to him. »Ridiculous, there are no abandoned sarlacc pits on Tatooine.« Mando shrugged. »They’re empty when you eat the sarlacc.«

A Tusken approached the cave with a bantha in tow. They shouted into the cave, the scream echoed for quite a while until the low hum of the dragon’s breath stopped and a low growl emerged. The beast made its way forward and instead of eating the bantha as intended, it went for the Tusken and ate them in one bite. »They usually sacrifice banthas to make the dragon sleep for longer. They’ve studied it for generations,« Mando explained after the failed attempt. Vanth scoffed »Well, that worked just as planned, huh?« He crossed his arms in front of his chest.

Mando straightened his back and sighed. »Maybe they’re open to new ideas.«

They assembled around a replica of the scene before them, bones representing the dragon and pebbles to symbolize the men that they had to work this out. Maia watched from a distance, Grogu on her arm. She didn’t want to interfere with the actual plotting, so she stepped back.

Vanth tilted his head and seemed to calculate something in his mind. »The scaling is off,« he commented. Maia wasn’t sure she agreed, the dragon was gigantic. Din exchanged a few signs and grunts with a Tusken before speaking to the marshal. »The scaling is right. What we’ve seen is just the head.« While they debated whether or not the dragon was in fact this big, Grogu extended one of his hands, maybe to force-pull one of the bones towards him. Maia shielded the small green hand with hers and softly whispered to the child »not now.« He sighed and turned to look her into the eyes, pleading with her to allow him to nibble on the sun-bleached bones.

»Maybe we should retreat, then,« Vanth proposed. Maia looked down at the hand full of pebbles and commented »Maybe we should, we’re not enough, especially if bantha is off the dragon’s menu.« After a short exchange between Mando and the Tusken, more pebbles fell from the hunter’s hand and plop into the sand. Vanth appeared delighted. »That looks a lot better. What did you say?« »I told them your people will help us.« Maia looked over to Vanth, then back to Mando. She was certain the marshal would not agree with that plan at all. And as expected, he was far from delighted.

»They attacked us less than a year ago. Killed half a dozen of us by the mining camp. I'd say I took down about twice as many Tuskens,« Vanth spoke with a clear irritation in his voice. As expected, kind of. But Mando wouldn’t give up so fast. »All of you want the dragon gone. You killed some of their people, they killed some of your people. This can put an end to the fighting, once and for all. Talk to the settlers. They listen to you.«

Vanth wrinkled his forehead, but ultimately saw that was the only way. If he could actually convince his people, that is. »Guess that means: back to Mos Pelgo.«

The next few hours were a blur to Maia. The men handled the convincing, the plotting, and ultimately managed the travel back to the cave. The young brunette could not put her finger on it, but something felt uneasy to her. Maybe she was just anxious because of the sheer size of the beast. Maybe she held onto Din a little tighter when they returned to the cave.

Maybe she was overthinking the feelings that emerged when she felt Din’s lips on hers. Maybe she warmed up to the realization that Raymond might have been right about ‘the stranger’ after all. This connection she felt meant something. She couldn’t quite put a name to it yet, but the suspicion she had made her heart jump whenever she thought about it.

Din overlooked the Tuskens and Settlers as they dug out trenches in the sand to hide the explosives they had collected in Mos Pelgo. The plan sounded easy enough, although not foolproof. Lure the dragon out and then blow it up.

Maia busied herself with Grogu, hiding from the glaring suns beside the speeder bike. Every now and then, though, she caught herself staring at the Mandalorian, thinking back to what she had said about plan M. There was some mutual sympathy no one could deny, but with that the fear grew. The fear he'd do something stupid to save her.

Grogu could sense her inner turmoil and made a questioning noise. That snapped Maia back into reality and she gently pat his head. »Let's hope their plan is good enough for a 200 ton dragon.« Grogu agreed with a coo. She smiled at the child. The little troublemaker had really grown on her, she liked spending time with the child. From her peripheral, Maia could see Din approach them and her eyes rested on the black visor.

»Maia. If anything happens to me,« he sighed and extended his hand to rest it on her shoulder, thumb caressing over the fabric of her cloak. Din was worried about this dragon and while he hoped to come out of this unscathed, he had to make sure some matters were taken care of. »Will you take care of Grogu for me and help him find a Jedi? I trust you.« Maia turned her head to watch his hand, until she gently laid a hand of hers on his glove, turned back to face him and nodded.

»I promise to look after Grogu until he’s in safe hands.« A smile formed on her lips as she felt his fingers squeeze her shoulder gently. »Please don’t risk your life to kill the dragon, though. No one wants you to play hero just because you know that someone can take care of Grogu. I know I don’t.«

»I won’t play hero if you don’t implement plan M,« Din retorted, a smile audible in his voice. »It’s – just in case. Ret’lini.« »Ret’lini,« she repeated, the word rolling off of her tongue surprisingly easy. She glanced over to both of their hands, her thumb smoothing over the worn leather of his glove. Despite being out in the open, this little gesture felt so intimate – so significant. Touching him felt good. It felt natural, despite this being the first time they touched like that.

The urgency he suggested with his approach just now made her worry. Was is in the realm of possibility that he would meet his fate today? There was a chance, and if he wanted to make sure his matters were addressed, maybe she had to talk about something as well. Ret’lini.

»Let’s hope it all turns out alright. It’s obvious that I don’t want you to die and I doubt you want to die, either. But there is a slim chance it happens and I …« I won’t let you die. »Something has changed. I’m not sure what it is yet, but what I do know is that I like you, Din. I like you and I would like to repeat what happened yesterday. and maybe more. Some day.«

It was like he was frozen. His hand twitched ever so slightly under her fingers, but it took a moment for him to gather his thoughts. »That… would be nice,« was all he could muster up at first. She felt his eyes burn on her skin as he found the right words. »You’re right. Something has changed. I like you too, mesh’la.«

Mesh’la? What did it mean? She knew it was something in Mando’a and not a name-slip, and she felt heat rush to her cheeks. He liked her. Din’s hand slowly let go off her, something both seemed to dread. »We’re almost ready,« he announced.

Positioned behind the speeders, Vanth, Mando and the two non-jedi watched as the dragon did not run into the trap they had set up. While the head came out of the cave and the detonations hit something, presumably its throat, it was not enough to fatally wound the beast. Instead, they angered it. It didn’t hesitate to let its anger known, spitting acid over the settlers and Tuskens that were unfortunate enough to stand too close. They screamed as their bodies dissolved into the sand, all while the dragon retreated back into the cave and vanished. While the first attack had been short, the casualties were high and they knew: it wasn’t over.

Maia felt the giant creature burrow underneath the sand and working its way through the mountain before them. If it managed to break out somewhere at the top and spit acid again, they would lose more people, too many to make it worth all of this. One thing was certain: she was only person that could save them right then and there. If she didn’t interfere, they would die. Despite her agreement with Din to not make haste decisions, she had to act: That calls for plan M. She jumped over the speeder and sprinted forward, faster than Din could even register what was going on. Fast enough so he couldn’t stop her.

She felt his gaze burn into her as she stumbled across the sand, more jumping than actually running. Surely enough, the dragon emerged from the rock and rained more acid over the people in the valley, without any chance of evading their certain end. Maia raised her hands to shield the others from the acid with a force barrier, which Vanth and Mando took as an opportunity to attack the creature from the air. It got annoyed enough by the shots that it burrowed in the mountain once more, allowing her to catch her breath. Using the force was exhausting, causing her to sink into the sand beneath her.

Child of the force, I can feel you

a voice echoed in her mind. She looked around, no one was around that this voice could have belonged to. What was going on? Both Vanth and Din landed back in the sand a little away from her, but the dragon was still under them, still alive, still very angry. She couldn’t make out what the men said, but suddenly Vanth flew a few meters away from Din, plopped down into the sand. All the marshal and Maia could do was watch the Mandalorian grab the Bantha with the remaining explosives and get swallowed whole by the dragon.

She stared into the pit in the sand with utter disbelief. That was it? »Din, please don’t do this to me,« she whispered as tears formed in her eyes. She felt a pain form in her heart, when suddenly the dragon re-emerged from the sand, blue flickers of light shining through its skin. A scream disrupted the grieving silence as Din flew out the opened mouth of the beast. The remote for the explosives still in his hand, he activated them and the dragon blew up into pieces. the shockwave knocked all over who were too close, including Maia and Vanth. A cloud of sand got kicked up and obstructed their view for a moment. Mando landed a few seconds after the detonation, covered in saliva and other gunk from the creature’s mouth.

He landed close to Vanth and helped him back to his feet. They exchanged a few words, Vanth nodding her way, until the helmet turned to her and the sting returned. »Maia…« his voice was soft when he saw the dark trails the tears had left on her sand-stained face. His right arm flexed and she saw his fingers bend. He wanted to touch her, she could tell. »It’s okay. The dragon is dead, we can leave.« The green goop on his armor could have been more of the acid, but the urge to embrace her was palpable. He was so tense, frozen in place unsure what to do. She felt the same way, and when she stood up onto unstable legs, before he could approach her to steady her, sand got thrown his way. A lot of sand, hitting him with enough of an impact to almost push him over. The sand stuck to every last bit of moisture on his suit, practically drying him in an instant and rendering any bit of acid not dangerous to the fabric on his or her frame.

As mad as she was about his actions, the relief she felt when she saw he was unscathed made her forget that she almost lost him so fast after finding him. With wobbly steps, she ran towards him and crashed into his chest and hugged him tight enough that it hurt her. For a moment she feared he’d push her away, until one of his arms carefully wrapped around her. A display of mutual feelings, of what they had talked about before this went down. Maia felt conflicted: She liked him, it was obvious. And he liked her. But as quickly as they found each other, they could lose another just as fast.

The voice still lingered in the back of her mind.

I can feel the dichotomy in your heart. Let me help you.

She lifted her face to look into that visor. A small glare lingered in her eyes when she warned him »don’t you ever do that again.« She wiped her face with her sleeve, not cleaning it but drying the tears. He just stared at her. At least that what it felt like when the helmet didn’t move, he just breathed, his chest armor pushing into her. Maybe she crossed a line when she hugged him. Maybe he didn’t want her to display her feelings so publicly.

Reluctantly, she let go off him, sighed and walked over to the speeder to check on Grogu. The child looked at her with confusion. He felt her conflicted emotions, and also the feelings that plagued his bodyguard. As a child not much made sense to him yet, the adults behaved weird in his opinion.

It didn’t take long for Din to follow and Vanth also approached the speeder to hand over the armor. Din had taken a part of the dragon’s flesh as payment. »Thank you for your help, Mando,« the marshal addressed him first, before turning his head to the brunette. »Thank you for protecting my people. I’m sure they’re glad you risked your life for them.« Not one word fell about her powers. Perhaps he knew it was better not to mention it.

»Let’s go back to Mos Eisley,« Mando said to his companion with a nod. He and Vanth shook hands, as men did. The silver-haired only winked at the young woman, earning a warm smile in return. This time Maia sat down in front of the speeder. She didn’t want to be close to the other armor nor to the chunk of still warm meat.

Din sat behind her, holding onto her waist with one arm when she revved the engine. As soon as they were out of sight, she felt his arm tighten around her body. It’s as if he wanted to hug her, again, for longer this time, now that no one could see them. She relaxed and practically melted against his chest. His thumb stroked along the curve of her waist. Part of her wished he could take that helmet off to kiss her neck. She couldn’t see him, neither could Grogu.

She lowered the speed of their vehicle to release one of her hands from the handlebar. Her fingers grazed over his biceps, feeling the muscles flex under her touch. »You really scared me,« she complained, but softly. She squeezed him gently, earning a grunt from underneath the helmet. »I’m sorry,« he replied. »I had no time to explain.«

The speeder was now slow enough that no one had to fear falling off, gliding over the sand like it was an undisturbed water surface. Soft, almost like a caress. She leaned the side of her head against his helmet and closed her eyes just for a moment. »I thought we agreed that you wouldn’t utilize plan M either. I know, you rescued a lot of people but now they know.« She opened her eyes but looked straight ahead. Her hand wandered upwards into the back of his neck. Her fingers dipped underneath his helmet to run through his hair. »Can’t say I’m not impressed but both of us risked a lot today,« he whispered. The sudden sensation of her finger in his hair made him whimper softly. He scooted closer to her, his body molding to hers to be as close as possible.

»I couldn’t let them die. There was only one person that was capable to save them: Me. They won’t tell anyone.« His second arm moved so he could place a hand on her thigh. He squeezed her gently and rested his helmet against her head and shoulder. »Where are we going next?« she asked. »I don’t know yet. We have to find another clue.« Din most definitely was distracted by her touch, so she pulled back. They needed to be back in Mos Eisley by dawn.

Maia accelerated, the dunes flying past them and a cloud of sand following them. Slowly, the terrain changed, more and more rocks surfaced through the sand like islands in an endless ocean of red sand. The suns were slowly setting, their shadows turned longer and longer. As much as she would’ve enjoyed watching another sunset with Din, they needed to be in Mos Eisley by night.

While they looked similar, the canyons they transversed were not the same ones when they encountered the Tuskens first. Smaller lizards hid in the crevices as they zoomed past, disturbed in their basking ritual.

But lizards were far from the only living beings they would encounter on their way back. In a particular rock formation, bandits had set up a trap and Maia was running right into it. When the speeder was close, they lifted a steel wire to trip the bike, sending all passengers and the cargo flying through the air.

While Din could catch his fall with the jetpack, Grogu and Maia were less fortunate. The child landed somewhere off to the side and the brunette hit the sand and tumbled, at least one of her bones making a cracking noise in the process. There was no time to be in pain, they were under attack and Maia’s first instinct said that these were bounty hunters. Either tasked to grab Grogu – or her. Whatever the case, the child couldn’t protect himself, as opposed to the two adults. She unhooked one of her lightsabers from her belt and activated the lavender-colored blade.

Her eyes scanned the area to look for the foundling and when she saw one of the bandits draw close, she pushed forward. All regards for Din were forgotten in this moment, as he was capable to fight alone.

You’re treading on a fine line. A dance on a tightrope above an endless abyss.

With one effortless swipe of her blade she felled the first bandit while sprinting over to Grogu, a second bandit approaching. With a force-push, she threw the attacker against a rock, not caring if she had knocked him unconscious or killed him in an instant. There must’ve been at least 4, maybe 5 of them, as Din was fighting with one as well. When Maia had almost reached Grogu, a shock went through her body. »Jedi!« one of them barked. She had been tased once again, the shock making her muscles spasm and forcing her to the ground. Her saber deactivated as she let go, but the hilt now laid in the sand next to her, up to grab by anyone.

She curled up into a ball, crying out in pain as the memories of her capture resurfaced. It drove her mad.

Don’t let the darkness enter your heart.

The bandit that had shot her with the taser picked up Grogu and retreated, allowing the one she had previously thrown to get up and approach her. His eyes darted to the metal hilt in the sand right next to her. It would be easy to kill her with that, one swipe and her pretty head would lay in the sand.

As right as the unfamiliar voice in her head was, she saw no other way in this moment but to let go. Even if it was just for a moment, she needed to keep them safe. For that she had to be alive.

So she let go.

If you lose yourself, you’ll lose him too.

She flexed the muscles in her lower arm as best she could, curling her fingers in an attempt to form a fist. Neither her ears nor her brain registered she was screaming in agony, as was the bandit, as his ribs gave in to the pressure, one after another. Maias eyes were closed, welling up with tears as she gave into the pull.

You have to learn to control yourself.

The bandit collapsed next to her and in his fall hit the cables of the taser, pulling the electrodes from her shoulder. Disoriented and on the verge of throwing up, Maia toppled over on all fours and took a few breaths, heaving once, but nothing came out. Everything around her was like a blur, but the noises of fighting had stopped. In fact, it was dead silent.

I will help you. Wait for me.

Maia sat back onto her knees and grabbed her saber, taking in a few deeper breaths as her vision cleared up. She was now so aware of the voice and she should have been concerned, but all that she felt was an undeniable aura of good. It radiated empathy, for her situation, for her inner conflict. The brunette looked up to see Grogu back on Din’s arm, safe and visibly unharmed. Still, her heart felt heavy as Din didn’t dare to take a step closer to her.

You will hurt them sooner or later.

»Are you alright?« she asked Din as she carefully got back to her feet. She knew she messed up, showing Din a glimpse of what she would’ve preferred to keep from him forever. For a second time today, she felt the urge to run over to him and hug him, but the stiffness in his body suggested he would not accept it this time. Running wasn’t possible anyway, as the leg that had been affected more by the shocks felt numb, similar to the numbness she felt on Nevarro. The dull thumping in her chest didn’t mean anything good, either. »We’re fine,« Din replied. Finally he came closer, but he approached her carefully.

Maia gathered the last bit of strength she had to not start crying. His trust was gone, it was clear with the way he approached her like she was a wild animal. »You’re hurt,« he continued. »Can you walk? We have to walk the rest, the speeder is broken and come nightfall things will get ugly out here.« As if things weren’t ugly already.

»It’s not as bad as it looks,« she lied, unconvincingly as she let out a whine when hooking her saber back onto her belt sent a sharp pain through her ribcage. One of her ribs must have broken when she landed in the sand earlier. But she was very much alive and not on the brink of death like last time. Who knows what consequences her outburst would lead up to.

Taking as much of the cargo as possible, they made their way back to Mos Eisley on foot. Din carried most of the heavy stuff, the armor, the meat, the second jet pack; while Maia carried Grogu and some of the smaller items. It wasn’t much and she felt bad for having him carry so much, but she didn’t dare to say anything. Neither said anything. The emotion that radiated off of the Mandalorian was hard to decipher for the young woman. She knew a bit of disappointment was in there, but the exhaustion after the fight and her injuries made reading him all the more difficult. It hurt her deeply, knowing she had let him down after he had lowered his guard around her. It hurt worse than her physical wounds. Grogu was mostly asleep while they walked, lulled to slumber from the exhaustion and the rhythmic, gentle sway of his carrier bag around Maia’s body.

I’m so sorry for disappointing you, Din. I hope you can forgive me until we meet again.

Back in the city, it didn’t take long to find Peli. Basically, all they had to do was follow the noise. The mechanic ushered them back to the hangar, where she could prepare the dragon meat and maybe help Mando with some intel. Grogu watched as the meat was slowly roasted by the droids, the two self-declared bodyguards stood close to each other, but not as close as Maia had wished. »Don’t get too close,« Mando warned Grogu as the small green paws dared to reach out to the flames. The helmet turned towards his brunette companion, and suddenly the air got heavy.

»Maia, we have to talk,« he announced and they both retreated further away from the droids, Grogu and Peli. His tone was firm and pained, like he forced himself to do this now despite feeling resentful that it had to be done. Peli complained about her speeder bike in the background, but the noise was easy to blur out when one’s heart was racing.

»You lost control,« he stated. Instantly, Maia wanted to say something, defend her actions, but he lifted his glove. Din wasn’t done and sighed heavily. The tears that welled in the beautiful green eyes opposite of him didn’t make this any easier. »Don’t think that I’m scared of you. Because I’m not. It’s … I …« he stammered and sighed again, rested his hands against his hips in frustration. »I’ve considered taking the helmet off. The kiss occupies my mind ever since it happened and I want to kiss you again.«

It was hard. Hard not to show much his words hurt. Yes, she was on the verge of crying, but hearing that made it so much realer. This was a farewell, she knew it. »You make me consider bending rules I never thought about breaking before. Maybe we should go our separate ways.«

There it was, the truth. His codex was important to him, she understood; more important than some feelings he had for a woman he’d known for barely three days. But the words he spoke sounded familiar. She had heard these before, but where?

»I understand,« she replied and bit her lower lip. Her voice was quivering and she felt pathetic for being so weak in this moment, but maybe he had to witness what he did to her, what pain he caused. Crying only made it worse for the both of them. »I don’t want to hurt you or Grogu just because I can’t control myself. We’re … not good for each other. As much as I want to promise you that I can better myself, this is nothing I can do while being with you. It’s for the better if our journey ends here.« She blinked a few times, hoping it would make the tears disappear without pushing them down her face.

»Someone or something calls for me. I’m not sure it’s not a trap, but it feels like it’s someone that genuinely wants to help me. I will answer that call and see where it leads. Whatever happens to me, I don’t want to be responsible for you losing your ways.«

As soon as these words left her lips, she remembered why his sounded so familiar. The vision they had shared when she healed her wound, in the cargo hold of his ship. Did that also mean, the last vision she had seen, that couple embraced in a kiss, was also them? Some time in the future?

Din nodded. Again she wished she could see his face, only to see if this affected him as much as it did her. But that was the main issue. She made him want to take the helmet off. She wanted him to take it off. »I’m forever grateful for your help,« he said, his voice slowly warming up again, getting softer. »Our paths might separate here, but maybe we’ll meet again.«

Part of her wanted to tell him. Maybe he knew, deep down, even if he couldn’t remember the visions. She smiled softly, as best as she could with still fairly tear-filled eyes. »I hope our paths lead us to a better place. I hope there are some valuable lessons waiting for me, to make me a better person. Perhaps there will be revelations in your future as well. If you realize that you need me, I won’t be far away, I promise. As long as my heart beats,« she laid her hand on her chest, right on top of her heart. »You and Grogu won’t be alone in this galaxy. It’s your choice if you want to call me or not.«

It was hard to beat the Jedi allegations when she spoke like that. But maybe she was sick of trying so vehemently to not be something that was… her.

»Be careful, mesh’la,« he spoke with a heavy heart. Again, he called her mesh’la. She could’ve asked him what it meant. She should have asked him what it meant, but maybe she liked to be in emotional limbo, not sure if she should feel flustered or insulted. Her instinct told her it was positive, in fact, it made her feel warm and fuzzy inside. »Try not to ‘Plan M’ your way around the galaxy.«

»I’ll try. I’ll tell you about it when our paths cross again. I’m sure they will, when we’re ready.« She was certain they would meet again, but when and under which circumstances hadn’t yet revealed itself to her. »Take good care of Grogu and yourself, Din.« This might have been the last time that she spoke his name for a while. She looked into that visor, resisting the urge to touch the helmet, to pull him into a hug, to get any kind of last contact, because she knew, it would hurt more to let go. She turned on her heel, and every fiber of her being screamed at her to not do it. Please don’t let me leave like that, she begged him in her mind.

As if he had heard her silent plea, he grabbed her hand. »Wait.« He pulled her back, turned her in the same movement and gently leaned his helmet forward. She knew the gesture and inched closer, until her forehead felt the cold metal of his helmet. It wasn’t the kiss she had wished for, but it was a display of affection nonetheless. »Ret’urcye mhi,« Din mumbled. There was no need for a translation. The way he said it told her enough. A single sob escaped her as she closed her eyes. »May the force be with you.«

They could have hugged, let the touch linger for longer than necessary, but Maia pulled back fairly quickly. It was inevitable and waiting it out helped no one. She left the hangar, telling Peli goodbye in passing.

The last she heard from the hangar was the mechanic’s shrill voice, asking Mando what he had done to chase the girl off.

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jb2856 · 2 years ago

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The Bodyguard - Part 1

Din Djarin x Fem!Reader

-use of you/you’re and Y/n, no descriptive character details but afab reader

Fic Warnings: 18+ only please!, Death, angst, friends to lovers, fluff

I know this will be at LEAST two parts, I haven’t decided yet if I want to make more. BUT hopefully you enjoy this. Thank you Anon for requesting, stay tuned for part 2!

This is self edited, so let me know if I missed any mistakes, and as always my box is open - so ask away!

Please leave constructive feedback if you like, and please please please, if you enjoy this fic reblogggg 😚

Before.

As little Y/n walks through the tall grass she giggles as it tickles her skin, a toothy grin splitting her face. She’s skipping, holding tight to her mothers hand as they make their way to the shore. They’d gone to one of her mother’s favorite places to be.

As Tali-ah, her mother, sets up a picnic blanket, Y/n runs to the water and jumps in kicking her feet and splashing in the water.

“Be careful love!” She warns her child, eyes shifting back and forth from her actions to her child’s whereabouts.

After finishing her set up Tali-ah settles on the blanket, watching with a contented smile as Y/n plays with her back to her mother.

Her smile vanishes when the feel of a hand clamps down over her mouth, a deep male voice hisses in her ear, “Scream and I kill both of you now.” Tali-ah manages a weak nod, fear coursing through her veins, for her and her innocent child. At the feel of a blaster against her temple she shivers, tightly squeezing her eyes shut. Before she could even form another thought, the unknown man is pulling the blasters trigger, ending her life within seconds.

The man let’s her lifeless body drop to the ground unceremoniously, quickly retreating. His job was done.

At the sound of her mothers body thumping, Y/n turns. She doesn’t understand what she sees, she only remembers seeing is a man in a white robe.

She blinks, climbing out of the lapping water. “Mommy?” She whispers in her small voice, confused at what she sees.

Her mothers body covered in red, twisted in a strange position. Y/n waddles right up to her, hands shaking the body.

“Momma…” Tears well in her eyes, “momma wake up.”

She starts crying, scared that she’s alone in this place, with her mom not waking up. Her lip wobbles as she looks at her hands, sticky with the red stuff. She doesn’t understand what it is, but she knows she is afraid.

She cuddles up to Tali-ah’s cooling body, falling asleep against her, seeking comfort. She lays with her until a guard comes searching for the lost royals.

A week later Y/n’s Father Malik, is captured, and never recovered.

The court takes over the kingdom, the high priest is crowned temporary ruler, forcing the young royal to go into hiding.

Y/n is sent to the outskirts to stay in a hidden castle, she is meant to stay there in hiding until she becomes of age and takes the throne.

As she grows she is secretly educated in combat, those closest to her wanting her to be capable and able to defend herself. In no time she had become an excellent defense artist, excelling in hand to hand combat as well as tactics and scheming.

And although she is quite able, the enemy is much more capable and extremely dangerous. They have proved themselves to take any measures to get what they want, they were unpredictable.

The outlaws are a secret syndicate called The Dead Eyes, they lust to overtake the kingdom. Their agenda? To empower a newly rising sith lord, to give more land to their cause.

They already destroyed and dismantled 3 kingdoms, they’re working to take control of entire planets.

It’s all been a slow, agonizing war. There is currently not an end in sight.

But the kingdoms left have been creating a secret army to defend and fight off the syndicate, every capable hand has joined the cause willingly, ready to defend.

But with recent advancements in capture attempts of Y/n, her court has hired a notorious, and very skilled Mandalorian, Din Djarin, to assist with her safety.

—————————————————————————Now.

“No.”

“Princess…”

“I said no.”

The court member swallows, “please pri…”

She whips around, the long skirts of her gown swishing with her movement. She truly hates wearing gowns everyday, she longs for a pair of pants. “I don’t need a fucking body guard.”

“Y/n!” Comes the silencing stern voice of her uncle, the high priest.

She indignantly ticks her jaw, blinks and turns her head to look at him.

“Enough.” He demands. “You’ll accept the man’s protection and complain about it no more.”

She scowls, quickly twisting around and leaving the room. He makes her skin crawl, he’s never been kind to her.

Making her way down the hall her heels click, she is aware of the presence now following close behind her. Whipping around, Y/n stops abruptly, glaring at the person who had been following her.

“Are you going to follow me every where I go then?” She questions.

They don’t answer, just stand there, staring back. Well, she thinks they’re staring back.

This person is huge, she assumes it’s a male by the wide shoulders, long thick legs and flat breast plate. He’s covered head to toe in Beskar, weapons adorned every inch of his figure.

They’d hired a fucking Mandalorian to babysit her?

Y/n had heard stories about the Mandalorians, they’ve become ruthless and secretive in recent years. She knows of there being many coverts, a lot of them have different rules within them. She cant help but wonder what his are.

“Well?” She snaps, “are you going to say anything?”

No answer.

She rolls her eyes and twists to continue her walk to the library.

Reading is her favorite past time, it helps her calm down, escape. She isn’t allowed to leave this castle, and she longs for adventure or…anything really.

He follows her the entire way there, and stands guard at the door as she settles in a chair by a window.

He’s just…standing there. It bother her that she can’t see his face, what is he looking at under there? His beskar is a brilliant, polished silver. The light glints off him, shining bright. She lowers her book, “Sooooo…” She starts to say, his head turns slightly, to look at her she assumes. “What’s your name, shiny?”

Still no answer. Oookayyyy.

Y/n really hopes her days aren’t going to be like this forever, filled with a silent brooding man that follows her every step, every action.

Sure enough…they are.

Months go by, and not once has she heard a single sound come from him. But Y/n has actually grown fond of him, she enjoys that he doesn’t boss her around or push her to be someone she isn’t. He’s just…there. She has taken up talking to him often, just telling him things about her, her life, her wishes and dreams. She has never had any one to talk to, and his presence has become quite comforting.

The first time he speaks is after Y/n is granted access to a cove nearby, she has been begging for a trip for a few years.

The court only agreed because there has not been any movement by the Syndicate, and they allowed her an hour outside with two guards accompanying her, as well as the Mandalorian.

She had been climbing the rocks that surround the small spring in the middle of the cove, something she used to do often. The Mandalorian has been standing close to her below, watching each placement of Y/n’s feet.

Her foot slips, and she couldn’t grab hold of a secure place in time. Falling backwards, her knee scrapes the rock and she yelps as she descends.

“Y/n!” He shouts, rushing to catch her in his arms. He does, just in time. They’re both panting, slightly shaken by the event. She’s staring into his visor.

The royal guards rush in to see what has happened, and The Mandalorian speaks up again. “She’s alright,” he says to them. “She just slipped off the rocks. I’ve got her.”

Both guards nod, leading you all out of the cove.

He hasn’t put you down, you’re all about halfway back to the castle when he mutters to you. “Are you alright?”

“Yes…” you whisper back, “just shaken really, I’ve never slipped before.��

After a moment she whispers once again, “you spoke.”

His head nods once, “I did.”

And that was that.

She wonders if he’ll speak more often around her, if he’ll be willing to make conversation with her now. She hopes he will.

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Later that night she can’t sleep, her thoughts filled with the Mandalorian. After tossing and turning she makes a decision, gets out of bed, and opens her door.

“Mando?” She whisper yells.

And of course he’s right there, so there really was no need to call out. He had been leaning against the wall across her door, arms crossed. He straightens, and takes a step towards her. But doesn’t say anything, waiting for Y/n to speak.

“Will…” She takes a deep breath, quickly blowing it out. she doesn’t know why she’s so nervous around him now. “Will you come in and be with me? I can’t sleep.”

His helmet shifts in a sharp nod, light from the hall glinting off of it. He follows her into her room, standing by the door as Y/n makes herself comfortable on the couch by her fireplace.

She glances away, but whispers, “Why don’t you talk to me?”

It takes him a moment but he responds. “It’s easier not to.”

“I wish you would.” She sighs, “now that I’ve heard your voice I..I want to hear more.”

Silence.

Sighing, she sits back in her chair, accepting he most likely won’t continue to speak.

“I was scared today.” Y/n’s head whips around to look at him. “I thought you were hurt.”

“Oh.” She blinks up at him, an unknown feeling warming her chest.

Silence.

“Can I finally know your name?” She questions, quietly.

He shifts, seemingly uncomfortable with the question. But he makes his way towards her, awkwardly sitting in a chair opposite her.

It takes him another moment, but he eventually answers gruffly. “Din.”

Y/n smiles wide, “thank you…Din.”

After that he talks more, maybe not enough for Y/n’s liking. But he tries, for her. Their relationship has grown, becoming very fond of each other. Din can’t help but be constantly on guard for her.

Its not until about two months later when the war starts to intensify. There have been 3 men captured, one attempted to sneak into the castle after dark, the other two had been caught spying the grounds.

The Royal Guards presence has doubled, in effort to better protect the Princess. The court suspects the syndicate is now aware of her whereabouts, the castle was disguised as a stronghold but with the scouts they had captured they believed there to be more. So rather than moving her again they decide to strengthen the defense, and keep her locked away.

It happens in the dead of night.

Din is standing guard like usual, watching the entrance to her rooms when he hears a quiet clicking noise. Instantly defensive, he’s moving to open her door, but when he tries the knob, the door doesn’t move. He slams his shoulder against it, doesn’t budge.

Someone had barricaded it.

He hears a yelp. He recognizes your voice, you sound tired, scared.

He hates it.

Again he slams against the door, and it finally it budges. Upon entrance he is alert, eyes surveying the room quickly.

Nothing.

The window was open, currents flapping in the wind.

They’d taken her.

How had he let them take her.

#the mandalorian #din djarin #din djarin x reader #din x you #din x reader #the mandalorian fanfiction #the mandalorian x y/n #the mandalorian x female reader #the bodyguard

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sea-owl · 1 year ago

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Back to the Back from the Dead au here's part one if you want to read. Link

Violet's old friends are all so confused about how twenty plus years have passed. According to them, they were only gone a year. The ship they were on had crashed. They were the only survivors and had been stranded on an island. They said they learned to survive.

They ask Violet about their siblings. They had tried to find them when they got back to London but no one told them anything of use. Finally, they asked about her, which led them to the Bridgerton house.

Violet could only stare sadly. "I'm sorry, but they've all died."

A mixture between acceptance, shock, and horror strung across their faces.

But now Violet has come to a new realization. With the death of their siblings, this puts Simon as the new Duke, and should something happen to George Crane or John Stirling, Phillip and Michael's nephews, this marks them as heir to their families. But who would believe that after twenty years the lost siblings have come home and never aged?

"We'll need some help from what to do here," Violet said. She sends four missives out. They should all be in London and can meet at the Bridgerton house tomorrow. "For now you eight can stay here."

She tells Cook of the last-minute additions for dinner that night. Now the next challenge will be Violet's children.

"My children are all the same age as you," Violt tells them. All eight of them make a face. To them Violet was just the same age as them a year ago, now her kids are their ages? They all glance from themselves to Violet. "We'll have to come up with a story."

They settle on them being there is a not subtle attempt from Violet to match make her children. Their eight guests are all relatives from Violet's friends who are new to London and just came back from a Grand Tour.

Violet's jaw drops when her children show actual interest in their guests.

She's had to grab her three oldest boys by the ears at almost every ball to get them to even dance with some of the girls there. Anthony is pulling out every move he has learned from being a rake on Kate, who is talking to him like he was her old corgi. Benedict has somehow managed to sneak a sketch book into Violet's dinning room and has been not so secretly sketching Sophie as monopolizes her attention on him. Colin is hanging off every word Penelope says, the girl's shyer nature slightly took over so she brought out a journal to help with conversation. Colin's eyes sometimes drifting from the journal to Penelope's chest.

Violet's oldest three daughters are no better either. Daphne has not taken her eyes away from Simon since Violet introduced him. Eloise has started her own way of flirting by asking Phillip every question she can think of when it comes to plants. Francesca has never giggled as much as Violet saw when she was talking to Michael.

The only two of her children who were not outright flirting was Gregory and Hyacinth, and even then Violet thinks it has more to do with their age than anything else. Because the way they are looking at Lucy and Gareth there is no other way Violet can interpret it besides her babies' first crushes.

Violet has no idea what to make of this situation. Her children are finally showing an interest in potential courtships, but why did those potential courtships have to be Violet's old but still somehow young friends? She's conflicted, on the one hand Violet knew these people when she was young, on the other hand they are still young with the bodies and minds of people much younger than Violet's current age. What to do what to do? The other ladies needed to hurry up and get here so they can plan.

#poor violet #she needs help #bridgerton #kathony #benophie #polin #saphne #philoise #franchael #grucy #hyareth #back from the dead au

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astralisbelle · 1 year ago

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Silk For Armor 2 - An Offer He Cannot Refuse

Silk For Armor Masterlist tags: dancer!reader, singer!reader, reader has backstory, s3 not canon, diverges around TBOBF, half fix-it fic, half super self-indulgence, original locations and lore, eventual reveal of reader backstory, angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, eventual smut

chapter summary: The Mandalorian receives a strange request. He begins to suspect that there is more to this job and dancer than meets the eye. WARNINGS: attempted assault, attempted SA, coercion, major violence

note: WHEW It's been a while since I uploaded. I'm so excited to share this very long chapter with you all but PLEASE PLEASE mind the warnings. Thanks!!

“Kidnap me.”

The Mandalorian jerks himself back, startled by the bold request. The wording also throws him off, but that’s the least of his worries right now. “E...Excuse me?”

“Kidnap me!” she echoes. “Please. You have to take me away and take me away soon.” She clasps her hands in front of her chest, a burning desperation in her eyes.

“Why?”

“Kaslur. He’s… getting impatient.”

“Impatient for what?” She drags her gaze away, looking at the floor. Din’s eyes widen behind his visor. “What… is going to happen to you?”

She shakes her head. “I’m not entirely sure, but Kaslur has been begging me to quit dancing to go live with him. We’ve been playing this game for years, but the fuse is wearing thin.” As the realization sinks in for him, he thinks about how a girl like her has little options in a place like this. No one can help her. No one would, lest they wanted to incur the wrath of a crime lord, himself included.

“And if I do? He’d come after me. Might even chase you to the ends of the galaxy.”

The dancer pouts. “I… I-I’ll help you. Or, when you take me back home, I’ll make sure you’re properly compensated.”

“Home?” He thought someone like her was out of place here. “And where is home?”

She straightens her posture. “...I will tell you if you agree to this.”

“Now’s not the time to be keeping secrets.”

“If you knew my secrets, then you’d know why I keep them.”

He stares at her, scrutinizes every bit of her. How confusing this dancer is… She carries herself with a certain grace that only performers of her caliber are capable of. Her manner of speaking is eloquent. Yet, there is a certain spark in her eyes that wouldn’t be found on anyone else on this planet, not after its corruption takes hold. Beneath the humble clothes, behind the extensive makeup and costumes, there is someone who clearly needs his help.

“...I don’t know,” he says with a sigh. “I can’t make any guarantees.”

“In that case, I’ll sweeten the deal.” She smiles with confidence. “Let me help you on this job that Kaslur has for you.”

“And how would you help?” She doesn’t look like a fighter, but this girl is full of surprises.

“First of all, you’re new to this planet, aren’t you? Tebin Ramm operates a certain way and I can help you navigate through the channels. Second of all.” She glances around. “You need a place to stay the night where you can actually get some sleep, right? Unfortunately, most of these hotels charge by the hour if you understand my meaning.” He nods. “I have a flat above the theater. It’s… cozy. And since it’s my place, it’s technically protected.”

Din holds up his hand. “Won’t Kaslur object?”

“What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.” She reaches into a pocket and pulls out something small, popping off the cap and twisting the bottom. Before he asks what it is, she presses the red wax to her lips and applies it, bringing out the color of her skin. Then, she rubs some of it on her fingers. “Give me your arm.”

“W-Why?”

“You just walked into a working hotel. It’d be strange if you didn’t come out with marks.” She holds out her hand. “C’mon, it washes off easy with just some water and it’ll cover our tracks.” Mostly hers, he’s guessing. With a sigh, he gives her his arm. The dancer smudges the cosmetic onto his beskar then makes another smear on his chest. “And now…” She steps forward. “For the final touches.” She closes her eyes and plants a quick kiss on his chest armor, leaving a red mark. Din is about to stumble back, but she leans up on the tips of her toes and catches him, kissing the bottom of his visor.

“H-Hey!” He lifts a hand to wipe it off, but she shouts.

“Don’t! Not until you get to my place.”

Din groans, his hand finding it hard to leave all those marks in place. “I look ridiculous.”

“So does everyone else on this forsaken planet.” She glances back at a clock on the stand. “We’re almost out of time. You leave first. Tell no one I was here. When Kaslur’s men have ditched the front door, just enter the theater and I’ll take you to my place.” With that, she pulls the hood of her cloak over her head. “I’ll go now. You wait ten minutes, then go back to the theater.”

“...Fine.”

Din can’t remember the last time someone got that close to him and lived. The last — and only — person to touch his face was Grogu. Each time he thinks of his companion, his heart yearns. Though, he is thankful that Grogu does not have to see any of this planet. As he walks back to the theater, escorts and bystanders call out the marks, flushing red to his cheeks. This better work as an alibi.

He returns to the theater, finding that it has emptied itself of gangsters for the time being. Workers wipe down the tables and stage and when the last of them has gone, the dancer reappears. She takes him around the back and up the stairs into a loft that overlooks the entire red-light district. It’s a humble apartment, but it is kept tidy and clean. “Are you hungry?” she asks, putting her cloak on a coat rack.

“I am. But I cannot eat with you.”

“I know.” She points to a covered plate on the counter. “I warmed up some soup for you. I’m going to change, so I’ll close the door. Knock when it’s okay to come out?”

This girl… she has everything so perfectly planned out. From the meeting, to taking him in, right down to his food. Din stares at her for a moment. Who is this woman? And what is she doing in a shithole like this?

“...Sure,” he replies. He watches her go into the bedroom and waits a few seconds to confirm that she is gone before walking over to the covered plate. Sitting at the counter, he hesitates, but he takes off his helmet finally and sets it next to him. Steam touches his face from the noodle soup, its salty scent wetting his tongue. He isn’t polite about practically inhaling it, shoving large wads of noodle and beef into his mouth and swallowing the broth. Din eats fast, as usual. When he finishes and cleans his face, he puts his helmet back on and puts the dishes in the sink, noting its cleanliness as well. He wanders to the room and knocks.

“Come in!”

Come in? That throws him off. He opens the door and walks in. There is a single, rickety bed inside the room along with at least two different dressers. Various dancing costumes hang about with special accessories. Her room is a flourish of color that distracts him momentarily from the sight. She reaches for the top of one of her dressers to place a jewelry box back in place, her short robe showing off those shapely legs that he spotted earlier. When Din catches himself staring, he mentally berates himself and looks away. “How was dinner?” she asks, turning back around.

“D-Delicious. Thank you.”

She nods, her hands resting on her hips. “Alright, well, I know this is kind of a mess.” She laughs, looking around her room. “But, I made the bed for you. Talk to you tomorrow.” Just before she can leave, Din holds out his arm, blocking her from the door.

“I’m sleeping in here?”

“Yes, but don’t worry, I have a couch.” She tries to go; he stops her again, this time by holding her arm. The dancer tenses.

“You’re going through an awful lot of trouble for me.”

She lifts her chin. “Because I hope that you’ll do the same for me.” Kidnap me. “It’ll be dawn soon, Mandalorian. Please, get some rest. The sooner we find Kaslur’s man, the sooner we can both get off this awful planet.”

“I haven’t entirely agreed to take you.”

She grins. “Then I have a whole day to convince you.” She lifts her hand, thumb swiping some lipstick off his helmet. Shit, he forgot that was there. “Red’s a good color on you.” He lets her go immediately and she leaves the bedroom all to him. Now, Din is alone with her bed and her army of costumes surrounding him. As he removes his armor to clean off the makeup, he takes in the sight of every piece. Some outfits are… more revealing than others. He recognizes the one she wore earlier and then his eyes wander to some of the accessories: fans, feathers, all sorts of fun things. Din wonders how she uses them.

Just before he settles into bed, he has half a mind to look around. This woman is more than dancer, that much he can surmise, but to what extent? He’s curious, but he knows better than to violate her privacy, especially when she has been so considerate of his. When he settles into bed, her scent assaults him: clean and flowery. It oddly calms him and lulls him to sleep fast.

“So, who is the unlucky fellow?” she asks, sitting at the counter and eating a piece of bread. Din remains standing and slides the puck towards her, turning it on. Her brows lift in recognition of the Weequay. “Huh, that’s Mazarg Eq.”

“You know him?”

“Used to be an enforcer for Kaslur a few years back. Last I heard, Kaslur caught him in one of the spice dens, getting high on the boss’s supply. He’s not dead? That’s… lucky?”

“Kaslur mentioned something about him having a necklace.”

“A necklace?” She strokes her chin. “Don’t know anything about that. But, if I were Eq, I’d likely still be hooked on spice. Unfortunately. But I can’t get high at any of the dens that are supplied by Kaslur. So… I’d have to go to a rival’s supplied den. You know, for sanctuary.” Din slowly turns his head so the T of his visor faces her directly, as if asking how in the hell she ascertained that. The dancer shrugs. “That’s just the way things are around here.”

“...It would make sense. Also, if that’s true, then that’s the reason why Kaslur can’t send any of his own men. He’d start a turf war.” Din stands up, swiping the puck off the table and sliding it into his belt. “Would you know where these rival dens are?”

“I would.” She stands too, grabbing her cloak. “It’s not gonna be pretty.”

Once again, she is correct. Din’s throat tightens as she leads him through the district. Nearly everyone he sees is either stumbling, passed out, or expelling some body fluid in some way right in the street. No one seems to care. But, when he comes in, shiny expensive beskar on his chest, the junkies take notice. They lick their chapped lips, gaze with blood-shot eyes and fantasize about how much spice they can get with just a scrap of his armor.

Din is ready for someone to try to take it, but he hopes his imposing walk will hold them off.

He glances towards the dancer, her hood up as she stays close to him. “You being spotted here won’t be a problem, will it?” he asks.

“Technically, no. I’m not affiliated with anyone. That being said…” She scans the area. “I’d rather Kaslur not find out I was here.” She taps his shoulder. “In here.” He follows her into an alleyway with a single door, a faded neon sign blinking on and off above it. As soon as the door slides open, the foul stench of spice assaults his senses, even behind his helmet.

Smoke fills the den and makes it so hard to see that Din adjusts his visor to seek out heat instead. He sees red and orange shapes lounging on couches, taking long drags from pipes, and draping on other people. He prays that Eq is here, because he doesn’t want to comb through another one of these.

A Twi’lek man approaches them. “You gotta pay up before you take a seat.”

“We’re not here for spice,” she says. “We’re looking for Mazarg Eq.”

The Twi’lek flashes a look at the Mandalorian then back at the dancer. “And who is looking for him?”

“A friend,” she responds. She tilts her head up, giving the Twi’lek a glimpse of her face. “I know how this works.” She folds her hands together in front of her. “We need an address. How much?”

He grins. “...How about some of that beskar?”

Din leers at him. “Try again.”

She steps forward. “You deal with me, not the Mandalorian.”

“I don’t know what you can offer me, sweetheart.”

The dancer closes the gap between them, leaning in. “Tell you what.” She holds him close. “If you stop by…” She whispers, giggling and drawing shapes on his chest. The Twi’lek’s eyes bulge as she sweet talks him, ending her offer with a kiss on his cheek. She steps back with a polite smile. Without another moment to lose, the Twi’lek blurts out an address that Din commits to memory.

“Thanks… sweetheart.” She blows him a kiss. “Tomorrow right, remember.”

And with that, they leave. Once they’re out of the den, Din turns to her. “What did you offer that man?”

“You don’t want to know.”

“...You’re not seriously going to do it.”

She laughs. “We’ll be on a Razor Crest tomorrow night already in Hyperspace. C’mon, let’s go find our guy!”

One of the benefits of his helmet is being able to scope and scan any person of his choosing with discretion. Din sneaks in a few glances at the dancer as she walks with her hands behind her back. She hums, reminding him of the powerful vocals she displayed the other night. She is remarkably odd in a place like this. She is so… normal. Her demeanor, her manner of speaking doesn’t fit in with the rest of the people on Tebin Ramm.

Din wants to ask about her, but he isn’t curious enough to actually open his mouth. In fact, he knows it’s for the better. He’ll get her off this planet and drop her somewhere and that will be the end of that. Everyone that entered his late Razor Crest had their own stories — some he knew, some he didn’t, but most of the time, he didn’t care what they were. The dancer will simply be the girl that helped him get his ship.

Daylight does not last long on Tebin Ramm and the veil of space is nearly done creeping over their heads. Not that anyone can see any of the stars through the pollution. They wander further from the city’s center, finding crumbling buildings and tiny shacks for housing. The air is deathly still, but the stench of bodily fluids and trash wrinkle their noses. She pulls the collar of her cloak up to cover up her lower face.

“Stay close,” Din says, his hand hovering over his blaster, ready to draw.

“You don’t have to tell me twice.” She walks closer, their shoulders brushing against each other. They close in on the address given to them, standing before a tall building with cracks along its walls and broken signage. “He must be squatting here.”

“C’mon.” This shouldn’t be hard. When he first began bounty hunting, Din felt pity for the easy targets. That changed when every target became easy. They entered and went up the stairs, passing by bodies (asleep or dead?) sprawled on the floors and against the walls. He feels her hand cling to his cape. Din doesn’t wait anymore and he draws his blaster as they creep towards the marked door. “Stay here,” he says to her at the end of the hall. She nods.

The Mandalorian takes a few hunkering footsteps towards the door. Before he knocks, he gives it a nudge to see if it’s open. It is. He inhales fast and kicks it open, brandishing his blaster. On the floor, a Weequay yelps in surprise and stares at the tall mass of silver beskar in front of him. He scrambles backwards until he hits the wall. “Mazarg Eq?”

“Wh-who’s askin’?” The Mandalorian says nothing. Instead, he pulls out the puck and clicks the button, showing Eq’s face. “Aw shit… who hired you?” he asks between hyperventilating breaths.

“None of your concern.”

“It was that fucking prick Kaslur, wasn’t it?” he asks, voice panicked. “Shit, sending a fucking Mandalorian after me.”

Din continues, voice cool and collected. “You’ve got a necklace. Or did you hock that for spice?”

Eq laughs, body trembling. “Oh, that’s what you’re after! Look, if I hand it over, will you leave me alone?”

Din’s pulled this trick before. “Where is it?” Eq wobbles as he crawls a few feet away to where Din sees a crowbar. He’s ready for Eq to swing it at him, but to his surprise, the Weequay uses it on the floor instead, prying open the floorboards. Inside a secret compartment are a few credit chits, a handful of spice bags, and a black box. Eq crawls back to the Mandalorian, presenting the box to him. “Take it. If it gets Kaslur off my back, just take it!”

He holsters the blaster, giving the Weequay a false sense of security. Din takes the box and opens it. His brows furrow at the contents. It doesn’t look like a necklace, it looks like a small, metal collar with a small crystal charm. Kaslur described it as having the finest jewels… was that a lie? He goes to the door-frame and beckons the dancer over. “Necklace.”

She takes the box and looks down, peering at it. “Really? This? But it’s so… simple…” Shrugging, she closes the box. “Get Eq. We’re almost done. You go to Kaslur, I go home and grab my things.”

“You think it’ll be that easy?”

“Been thinking about it the entire way.” She smiles and steps back. “Do your thing.” Once she is a safe enough distance away, Din looks back inside.

“So… is that it? You said you’d leave me alone, right?”

The Mandalorian stalks forward. “Never did.”

Din drags Eq’s unconscious body through the halls and down the stairs. Kaslur would give him more credits if he brought him in alive, and fuel isn’t any cheaper these days. The dancer carries the black box for him for now, but something in his gut tells him that there is more to that “necklace.” He can’t worry now.

Soon, he tells himself. Soon, a new Razor Crest. Soon, off this awful planet.

The dancer opens the door to the outside and freezes. She gasps, finding a crescent of mobsters surrounding the exit. Din keeps a calm head, already running his eyes over their blasters and conjuring strategies if they cannot talk their way out of this. But then he sees Kaslur there in the center, tall and wide. He claps slowly, an unfriendly grin on his face. “Well done, Mandalorian. Well done. Though, you can’t take all the credit for this job, can you?” His eyes gloss over to the dancer’s, an uneasy stillness within them. All Kaslur has to do is gesture with his head and two mobsters dart forward. One yanks the black box away from her while the other grabs her arm.

“Hey!”

“Stop!” says Din. “Don’t punish her. I’m the one that needed her help.”

“Punish? My precious doll?” The mobster drags her over to Kaslur. “She helped you. Which meant she helped me.” He turns to her, stroking her cheek. “And I know the perfect reward. Mando, hand over Eq.” The Mandalorian hesitates, eyes flicking towards her. She nods. He steps forward and shoves the Weequay forward who barely registers what is going on. Another two thugs hold him up by his arms while Kaslur opens the black box. “Don’t you love it?” he says, presenting it to her.

She bites her bottom lip. “It… is very lovely.”

“I know it’s simple. But I went through a lot of trouble to acquire this for you, darling. You want to see what it does?” She remains silent, eyes flashing to the Mandalorian. Kaslur takes the choker and walks up to the moaning, half-awake Eq and clips it around his neck. “Hm. It doesn’t look as great on him as it will on you, my dearest. But you see, this collar is made of kyber crystal.” Her eyes widen and her skin pales. Kyber? Din thinks. “And I have its sister right here.” Kaslur presents a small bracelet around his fat wrist. “And with a touch of a button… it can do this.” He presses it.

It happens in the matter of seconds. Eq’s head falls clean off and topples to the ground as the inside of the choker fills with a hazy white light. It too falls to the ground, having cleanly sliced the flesh it wrapped around. She lets out a horrified shriek and Din knows that he cannot let this go on a second longer. He brandishes his blaster but gets more than a few barrels pointing at him. As if that would stop him.

“I’m sorry, darling,” says Kaslur. “I didn’t mean to frighten you. But we could have prevented this.” He holds her head, not caring that she is the one having panicking breaths now. “I’m tired of waiting. You’re coming with me.” She shakes her head with a whimper that he shushes. “Don’t worry, love. I won’t press the button if you do as I say.”

“Not happening,” says Din behind gritted teeth. “Step away.”

Kaslur lifts his head. “Look around you, Mando. It’s five against one.”

“I like those odds.”

He laughs. “Of course you would, you fucking Mandalorian.” Kaslur stands up straight, his hand falling on her shoulder. “’Course if you did, then there’s no way you’re leaving here alive, much less on a Razor Crest. That was the deal, wasn’t it?” He snaps his fingers and a gangster brings him a comm device. With a few button clicks, it displays a hologram of a Razor Crest. “Walk away now and I transfer all ownership of this ship to you. My men will let you ride off into Hyperspace.”

Din freezes. The Razor Crest was the only reason he came to this planet in the first place. He needs it. It’s right there in front of him; the hard work is done already. But then his brown eyes flash back towards her.

She breaks the uncomfortable silence. “Just go, Mando,” she tells him. “Go. Take it.”

“I-I…”

“Go.” She forces a smile, tears welling in her eyes. “One of us should get off this awful planet.” And just like that, Din watches the tears streak down her cheek as she gives up her dream. His hand shakes as he lowers his blaster as the weight sits uncomfortably on his chest and shoulders. Someone walks over to grab the choker off the ground, placing it back in the box.

“I’ll get that nice and cleaned up for you,” says Kaslur. He presses a few buttons more before the hologram disappears. “Alright, she’s all yours. Congratulations.”

Din wants to punch him right in the teeth. He stands still as a statue as the mobsters move out, dragging along the dancer. She does not resist, she doesn’t even falter in that smile. One of us should get off this awful planet.

Most bounties leave a somewhat bitter taste in his mouth, but only one made him feel vile and wretched. Now, that number is two.

Din starts in the direction of where he can pick up the Razor Crest. Kaslur’s men greet him with ease and show it to him. They go over the details, but honestly, Din cannot concentrate on them. With every explanation, every demonstration, he sees her face. He sees her smile as the tears stain her cheeks. He hears the horrified scream she let out when they saw the collar.

And he imagines it on her neck. Always present, always a threat. He imagines a broken smile on her lips as she does everything Kaslur asks of her, too afraid to refuse.

The men leave him alone in the Razor Crest. He sits in the pilot’s seat and thanks to muscle memory is able to power it on and go through the motions. Good, he succeeded, he has a home for the time being. Yet, any thought of celebration is rebuked with disgust.

And her smile.

He knows what he has to do.

Never before had a choker had a more apt name. The dancer sits at the end of the fancy table in Kaslur’s dining room in his penthouse overlooking the city. Across from her, he tears at his food, getting juices stained on his chin and shirt. Her body trembles and she stares at her untouched plate. The thought of swallowing against the choker vanishes her appetite. “I’ve already sent for your things,” he tells her, startling her. “No more dancing for ungrateful twigs.”

She keeps her hands on her lap. “Am I… never to dance again?”

Kaslur laughs. “No, my dear. You will simply dance for me. And only for me.” His voice lowers to a certain register that makes her skin crawl. “And this time, darling, everything is going to come off.”

“E...Everything?”

Kaslur wipes his lips with a napkin. “Come, I’ll show you your room.”

With wobbling knees, she stands and follows him. Kaslur takes her hand and leads her through the large space of his penthouse, opening the door to an ornate bedroom. The windows are ceiling to floor and the bed is large with plush pillows and a canopy. He shoves her inside and closes the door.

Oh no.

“I’ve been dreaming about this day for years,” he starts. “The day I finally claim you… how should I do it? Should I make you dance for me? Or sing? How you seduced me every night with your voice, your body…” He creeps closer to her as she steps back. “I don’t know where you come from, my love, but I know a one-of-a-kind woman, especially on this shithole of a planet.”

She gulps. She feels the choker around her.

“Haha… I digress. So I was thinking, how do I want this night to go? Then, I realized… it doesn’t matter.” He laughs. “You’ll do every single one. Tomorrow, you’ll dance. The day after, you’ll sing. On day three, I want you crawling to me, offering your body.” Kaslur shoves her onto the bed. She tries leaving, but he rests a knee on her legs. “For every fucking year you made me wait for this, you’re gonna do everything I want, understand?”

“P-Please—”

Kaslur grabs the fabric of her dress and tears it off with a loud rip, making her scream. “And don’t give me that look! You’re gonna enjoy every second of it.” He seizes her breast, twisting the flesh and making her whimper in pain. “If you don’t, if you’re not enjoying it, there’ll be consequences.” He groans. “Fuck, your body is so beautiful.”

She shuts her eyes. She wills time to turn faster. How foolish she was to think that she could escape this place, escape him. More tears well up in the corner of her eyes, but she is afraid of crying. His hand curls around her neck as he tears away more of the fabric. She thought she heard the sound of a door sliding open, but Kaslur does nothing about it. He forces his hand between her legs and she is about to cry out.

Something knocks Kaslur to the side. In a flash of activity, she sees a blur of silver and sees Kaslur tumble to the floor. A blade of pure black light materializes and stabs right through Kaslur, choking him and expiring his life. The dancer sits up, her eyes taking in the sight of the Mandalorian sheathing his weapon and standing over him. He turns his visor towards her before quickly looking away from her state of undress. “I-I’m sorry. I wasn’t here in time.”

It takes her a second to process what has happened. When she realizes that she was rescued, that she didn’t have to endure what she braced herself for, she chokes out a sob. She lunges forward and hugs the Mandalorian despite her nakedness. He lifts his hands before looking around the room, finding nothing. With a sigh, he takes off his cape and wraps it around her shoulders. “We don’t have a lot of time. We have to go now. I’m sorry.”

“We...We’re going?”

“Yes.” He steps back, away from her. “I’m getting you off this planet.”

“I’m…” Elation fills her expression. “Wait.” She leans down and grabs the bracelet from Kaslur’s wrist. With bated breath, she clicks the other button and just prays in that split second she doesn’t die. Then the collar falls from her neck. The relief almost brings her to tears. With that, she takes the cape and holds it around her torso. Then, she gives one last look at Kaslur's corpse. With a rare scowl, she kicks his head. “Okay, let’s go.” She turns away, her expression softening.

“Do as I say,” he says. “This will be rough.”

“Okay.” She follows him. “Thank you, Mando. Thank you…!”

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Father of the Year

The figure in the doorway bled light into the air, so bright Kiran had to squint. Blurred by the radiance, their form and features looked even more androgynous, otherworldly. Kiran could not help how her mouth gaped at the sight.

“Kiran Jones,” the visitor intoned, and their voice reverberated, “are you prepared to learn who your father really was?”

The mention of ‘father’ slashed through Kiran’s astonished paralysis. She pressed her lips together and turned her squint into a glare. “Go away,” she spat at the lambent figure, and slammed the door.

The visitor stood in the kitchen when Kiran entered, their halo dimmed until she crossed the threshold. “Kiran Jones!” they proclaimed. “I bring you news of great import! His Radiance, your father --”

“Fuck off about my father,” Kiran recommended. “My father drives a garbage truck, and has for all my life. Now, get out of my place.” She reached into the refrigerator for her pitcher of coldbrew, and started to pour herself a glass.

“I speak not of the human into whose home chance placed you,” the being clarified, “but of he from whose seed you descend. You are heir to --”

“Heir?” Kiran interrupted again. “He’s dead?”

The figure nodded. “His time on this plane has passed,” they confirmed, “which sad event is the cause for my --”

“Good,” Kiran cut them off. “Now get out.” She spun on her heel and stalked out of the kitchen.

When she saw the glow flare from the living room, Kiran growled and changed course. In the foyer she paused long enough to set down her drink, shrug into her jacket, and pull her bag off its peg before she unlocked the front door. “You’re not going to give up, are you?” she scolded the figure that once more filled her doorway with light.

“I am charged to deliver to you the truth of your heritage,” they elaborated, “and forbidden to return until that charge is fulfilled.”

Kiran sighed. “Fine,” she waved a hand in resignation, “get on with it.”

The herald drew themselves up, their expression one of dignified satisfaction. “Kiran Jones,” they proclaimed, “know that your true name is Al’ekenis din Moervyndra, fifteenth of your line. You are heir to the throne of Jhar-Kalan, and the Empire of which it is the center.”

The herald waved one arm toward the foyer, and Kiran turned to see a crackling circle stretch open. A vast cityscape sparkled inside, slender towers connected by bridges of light. “With your father’s passing, the time of your concealment is ended.”

“Concealment?” Kiran echoed with a frown. “Why was I concealed?”

“Why,” the herald returned, “for the good of the empire! So no factions of malcontents could use you as a challenge to your father’s rule! But now is your time. Return with me now, Your Radiance, and claim your birthright! It is your destiny!”

“No.”

Confusion twisted the herald’s features. “You… refuse?” they marveled. “You cannot refuse!”

“Bite me,” Kiran offered. “Where was His Radiance when I broke my arm in kindergarten? When it hurt so bad I couldn’t sleep? You know who was there, who held me and rocked me and sang off-key? Morris Jones.

Kiran stepped toward the herald, and they were forced to give ground. “How about when I got my first period? Did His Radiance explain what would happen, buy me my first cup, research how to use it so he could show me? Guess who did.”

“M-Morris Jones,” the herald ventured.

Kiran pointed a finger at their chest. “Right! Now, my first crush, first heartbreak, graduation, every award I ever won, helping buy my first car, get my own place. Did His Radiance do any of that? Did he even send one of his minions to take care of any of that?” She glared up at the herald, jaw jutting.

“A-affairs of empire must needs take precedence --” the herald attempted.

“No!” Kiran slashed the air with a hand. “You don’t get to defend him! I don’t care who he was, or how much of an empire he had! You admitted he dumped me here not for my benefit, but so he wouldn’t have to worry about a revolution! Well, you know what?” She took a step back. “I’m glad he did. I’d hate to have grown up with such a self-centered ass for a father. Instead,” her voice cracked, and she swallowed, “I got a dad who busted his ass for me, who was there every time I needed him, who made sure I grew up with honesty, compassion, and honor! That’s who my father really is!

“Now,” Kiran stepped forward again, and put her finger against the herald’s chest. “You take yourself and your empire, and you go set up a regency, or better yet, abolish your fucking monarchy and set up a government where the people make their own choices. But you go take care of it, and leave me to the life I made for myself!”

The herald goggled. “You… abdicate?”

Kiran shrugged. “Use whatever word works for you,” she recommended. “I’m done.” And she walked around the herald as she pulled her front door shut, and strode to her car, parked at the curb. She watched the herald vanish in a column of light that lanced up into the night sky, and pulled her phone from her pocket.

“Hi, Dad? Oh, not much. Mind if I come over? I’ll bring Chinese!”

#fiction #short fiction #short story #writing #creative writing #surreal #science fiction #dad

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I'm gonna say it: I think they should never have had to put in all of that set-up and rehashing of what happened in Boba Fett ep 5 .

Like, they really just said "cool we're gonna get Mando and Grogu to the *throne room* and in there is a disillusioned *Bo Katan* and then that's when we stop" as if that's meant to be a really satisfying start to the season. I know that recently there was that weird Jon Favrou lore drop about how the first 2 seasons took place over a couple of years, and they might be wanting to try and convey *time passing* in going to nevaro and going to the armorer and what have you, but this feels really off-kilter in a strange way.

From where I'm standing, they should have started the episode with Din already heading to Mandalore and Bo-Katan and gone from there. There's plenty of time to establish time skips, maybe even sprinkle it in to off-handed dialogue, maybe Din is in a call with Karga as he's approaching the planet and karga expresses how much he wants Din to see the refurbished town or whatever.

It annoys me as well that as much as streaming services have ruined the modern media consumption, larger properties have the space to utilize streaming culture. They treated this episode like we needed to be coddled and we needed to be retold all of the things that Din is aiming for this season, when they just completely ignored the incredible marketing opportunity to tell everyone to start their re-watch of the previous seasons, maybe even restructure some of the things on disney+ to put those Boba Fett episodes under the Mandalorian banner proper, and ignored how they could really lean into that aspect of how streaming as a whole works at its fundamentals. We didn't need to be re-told everything.

They could have generated so much more hype, but most importantly, could have given the writers and the rest of the creative team so much more time to really explore and have fun with the show if they just let them start from a point that actually matters to the story. Think about how it's going to be in future re-watches of the series as well, we as the audience right now know why this sort of thing makes a little bit of sense, there was a pandemic and nothing could be worked on for 2~ years, but going back later will make this episode look even worse.

Look, I know that there's probably a lot of intricate things do with contracts and episode orders and the like, especially with the disney overlords being as restrictive as they are, but they really did not need to have that entire episode be low-energy set-up, especially with how the previous seasons have ended. If anything, they should be ramping up the tension for the start of every season.

Something, something, artistic intent and the flow of a story, you get the gist of what I wanted to say.

(Let's try and ignore how those Boba Fett episodes should have been put-up as a mid-season-break bonus episode for The Mandalorian. We all know why this episode was messed up, and idk who was in charge of Boba Fett but they really put Mando's team through the ringer and it shows.)

((still love the show though, those moments with Grogu and Dad I mean Din are goddamn Delightful))

oh I 100% agree! the pacing of this ep was just weird and it felt very much like half of it was a recap of what we already knew. like if you're gonna sideline boba fett in his own damn show to set up this season, then why are we needing the same information fed to us again? like yeah, the armorer wants din to atone in the waters of mandalore. we knew that. mandalore is considered by most to be an uninhabitable wasteland. we knew that too. and yeah, the trip to nevarro felt unnecessary and pretty much like the writers were like 'hey, here's something to show that time has passed!' which is even further confusing the timeline. plus the stuff with IG-11? also felt unnecessary, and kind of led me to believe that the episode was going to centre around din attempting to fix him until we showed up on that planet with bo-katan. and then it just. ended there? it felt like everything and yet also nothing happened in that episode.

but no, I agree that the moments with din and grogu were adorable, especially with din teaching grogu about the ship and really cementing grogu's choice to be a mandalorian like his dad. I like that they kept that consistency around that choice and didn't backtrack it with din contemplating sending him back to a jedi again or anything like that to create another point of conflict (although I do find it funny that of all the things they needlessly recapped from those bobf eps, they didn't explain why grogu is back with din - like yeah, if you didn't watch bobf, we'll explain everything else to you again BUT why din went from tearfully bidding his son goodbye to once again carting him around the galaxy).

I'm hoping that things will pick up and get into the groove again with the next couple episodes, and I don't think that this episode was all bad, but I think it was definitely a drop in quality from the opening episodes of the first two seasons.

#thank u for your thoughts #i hand you back more like we are exchanging cool rocks on the playground #but yeah fingers crossed things get better from here #the mandalorian #the mandalorian spoilers #the mandalorian s3

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phoenix-of-jade · 1 year ago

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69 daddieeeee @angelxai

In honor of SPOTIFY WRAPPED, send me a number 1-100 and I’ll write you a starter based on the song.

Song number 69: Din cauza ta (Eng: Because of you) by Nicole Cherry feat Carla's Dreams

(Verse 1) It's not because of you, but thanks to you That I want to experience what love really is and not just its theory So much, so much, so much, I loved you so much, more than I can show

Looking out the giant windows of the study, whiskey glass in hand, Xuan couldn't help but think back to his harsh words he used earlier in the argument with Ai. He didn't like it and he hated himself more than anything for the way he acted and reacted towards her, for having made those beautiful black orbs of her fill with tears. But it couldn't have been helped... It was too late to take things back now, especially now that everything was said and done: he'd gotten angry out of his own stupid frustration and lashed out at her for Ai having came to him yet again to complain about her suitors, even if at the end of the day it wasn't the poor girl's fault that he still wasn't brave enough to tell her how he truly felt about her.

I'd rather have you as a mere spectator To applaud those tears that hurt, And I did wish for us to be the main actors of this story But now...

In fact, given their friendzone status, Ai couldn't have known that bringing up her love life would piss him off, since friends do this kind of stuff all the time, asking each other for advice. But what she didn't know, or at least hadn't realized yet, was that Xuan didn't really view her solely as a friend. In fact, the man was madly in love with her, and that ever since they were in University. But given his stubborn and cocky nature, he was too proud to admit to his own feelings, and thus, Xuan kept everything to himself in the hopes that they'll just fade away. After all, he was a criminal and this life wouldn't have allowed for them to be together happily in that way. It was too risky for her, too dangerous! And yet....

(Verse 2) We wanted to go our separate ways I want loud days, you want whispered ones Your sand is like quicksand I'm slowly drowning in it, but we end up drowning together (...) You don't dream of me, but I want to appear in your dreams

For the most part it worked, ignoring his own feeling that is, until little by little his own jealousy started to get the better of him... The desire to reclaim what was rightfully his growing with every little recollection Ai would tell him about about her dumbass boyfriend wannabes who, in Xuan's opinion, did not deserve her. Not to mention the conflicting feelings and desires she constantly managed to awaken in him with her teasing. Even if he didn't show it openly, Ai's naughty ways of playing with his limits and attempts at turning him on were like a fucking torture for the green eyed man. It only made it harder for him to oppose the urge of acting on his own feelings.

After all, who else could've been a better suitor for her than him? In the end, Xuan was the one who had her first and even if she didn't fully remember that night back in Uni, he did... And he thought of it ever since...

But at the same time, Xuan was aware that if Ai didn't love him back, which he was truly unsure and confused about, given her contradicting behavior, trying to pull advances on her would've risked ruining their friendship, which he didn't want. It was soo goddamn frustrating!

(Verse 3) Free, or shackled in chains, yeah Without me you've forgotten how to sigh in pleasure You've chosen for me to stay an echo about us and for you Free, or chained firmly by our hands, yeah Without me you've forgotten how to sigh in pleasure You've made mistakes again and again But I can't fix myself without you

Back then it all felt soo clear and simple when it came to getting what he wanted. All it took was for Ai to get drunk and she was at his fingertips, begging on her knees for his touch and professing her undying love for him. Maybe he did wrong too back then by taking Ai up on her request, just like that knowing fully well that Ai wasn't sober, but they were both young and stupid and he was a fucking jerk back then. But damn! That must've been one of the best nights in Xuan's entire existence! Ai was perfect, sublime and sensual... The best woman he'd ever had and who knows, maybe he loved her even back then and that was what made it even better?

Xuan sighed and downed another glass of whiskey, trying to dim the pain and frustration. If only she could remember it too and make things easier for him... Xuan sucked when it came to anything that had to do with feelings and love because that was uncharted territory for him and now, because of his own weakness and incapability, he ended up screwing things up. If only he wasn't this broken inside... If only... He could actually tell her how he felt...

(Chorus) Because of you, something is happening In my body's chemistry and in my life I'll bear your name At the cost of hurting my own lips Because of you, The glass is full to the brim I've dreamt for too long and lived far too little Biting my own lips Wishing for those wounds And what if you're telling me isn't what you truly feel Then we aren't together, we aren't together

A bitter-sweet chuckle escaped Xuan's lips, as he placed his fist against the window, frowning at his own reflection. "Hah... I guess you've truly ended falling in love with her in the end... You stupid idiot." He reprimanded himself and bit his lip. He was too far gone to pull back now: he wanted Ai and he was tired of holding back in the fear that he could've lost her. This wasn't a way for Xuan to live anymore: if he kept reacting like this because of his feelings of jealousy every time he'd see Ai with another man, he was going to end up hurting both her and his own feelings more than if he were to simply put an end to it all by confessing his love and being rejected. "I guess it's all or nothing... I can't keep on doing things like this! I've reached my own limit..." With that said, the man turned towards the table, placing the empty glass on the desk, and with a deep breath, Xuan took out his phone and dialed Ai's number.

"Ai..." Her name slipped like a whispered prayer off his lips once he heard her tearstained voice on the other end. "I'm sorry... We... We need to talk. I need to tell you something important... Face to face... Soo, can you come over, please? I promise I won't scream at you this time or ever again for that matter..."

Now the ball was rolling and all he could do was wait and see the result.

#xuan interactions #angelxai #xuan x ai #kitten #v1: main

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sayhwaet · 1 year ago

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Oddly, the mages notice that Reason magic has been on the fritz lately. Even the most experienced sages find it difficult to control their magic, never mind the practicing novices that keep burning themselves and injuring others. A late-night attempt to study for a Reason exam quickly gets out of hand and sends a classroom up in flames. The Knights of Seiros and other members of the monastery’s facilities must rush in quickly in order to contain the fire and save lives. [Grants Reason +1] (starter for @hosannan)

He dreamt of the flames, sometimes. Of the crackle of flesh and sinew in the air, the char and the screaming, the sizzling, the popping, felt the weight of the horse against his thighs as he scrambled in the dirt and ash, desperate to dig his way out, desperate to live.

That didn't cease in this supposed holy place, those most unholy of memories, and Beowolf considered it a grace when the bells woke him, sweating, his heart hammering in his ears.

He jerked upright at the clanging of bells, bleary and confused for the moment when the shouting had continued around him but there remained only darkness. Panting, he tugged the roughspun linens of his bunk from his legs, his feet hitting the hard wood of his floor with grounding surety, and cast his gaze around, waiting for his eyes to adjust to the pitch darkness as he tugged on his boots to dash out into the knight's hall.

He wasn't the only one awoken, it seemed from the cacophony of voices and the bustle of knights streaking past, and he allowed himself to be dragged into the wave of bodies as they dashed out into the winter cold, through the reception hall and into the quad.

The acrid sting of smoke caught his nostrils first, and his steps stuttered in their pace as he came to a halt before the wall of heat emanating from one of the classrooms. Other knights shouted back and forth, coordinating efforts to get it put out, to alert the archbishop and her deputy, and vaguely Beowolf felt himself being tugged forward, his legs sluggish and heavy, his throat tightening.

It was not as big as it could have been, a blessing of the stone walls, containing the blaze strictly to the classroom it had originated in – for now, for as fire would do, it crept its fingers out, reaching, sizzling, chastised, by the dense snow of the quad. Vaguely, he heard the crackling, the popping, the soft screams, and he shook his head to clear it -

No, wait.

Taking a hesitant step forward, Beowolf squinted into the harsh light, strained his hearing, listening again, more closely, more grounded in the now -

There!

"'Ay!" He called out, uncertain if he was heard over the din of flames and the shouts of the knights vying for coordination. "Ay, there's someone in there still!"

He clocked little response from his fellows, and his fingers itched as he shifted his weight, foot-to-foot. The others were focused on putting it out, and looking forward, to the future, already assessing damage, that they could scarcely hear it over the roar of the fire, but he knew that sound, heard it every night in his sleep until he realized it was his own pathetic whimpering that had woken him.

Shaking his head once more, Beowolf set his jaw and snatched the bucket of water from a nearby monk and upturned it over his head, gasping at the shock of cold, before sprinting forward into the steam and the heat.

Like Hearts, Like Fire

#in character #thread: like hearts like fire (reason +1)#interaction: hosannan #let's go let's immediately shove this man's face in some ptsd

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moon-sang · 2 years ago

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ᴋʟᴜᴛᴢ ~ 𝔻𝕚𝕟 𝔻𝕛𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕟 𝕩 ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣

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REQUEST: Reader goes to grab food and essentials with grogu while mando is out. Reader accidentally trips and scraped her knees (deep wound of some sort) and in the midst breaks grogu’s fall. Reader is hesitant to tell mando what happened but quickly realizes soon after (reader probably showing signs of hurt, limping etc). Fluff and comfort.

SUMMARY: You had always been a klutz... but this one fall may just change the relationship you have with Din.

WARNINGS: Fluff, angst, Soft!Din, fem!reader, description of wound, mature language, pls tell me if I miss anything!

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It’s not your fault.

It’s not your fault you were born such a klutz.

It’s not your fault you ran out of food on the Crest.

It’s not your fault you had to go out and get more supplies, whilst Din was on a hunt.

It’s not your fault a stone got caught in between your feet.

It’s not your fault you fell, and took most of the impact to protect Grogu.

......Except... it was.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The burning hot air of Nevarro attacked the new scrape on your knee, pulling a hiss out of you. Kriffing rock, getting in the way of your walking! The child cooed in your arms as you limped your way over to the Crest. You didn’t even want to look at it. You could just feel how deep the wound was, you knew you would probably faint if you actually looked at it.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

After what seemed to be forever, you finally made it to the Crest. The familiar ship practically called you to it.

“Now listen buddy.” You start. “I don’t want a peep out of you, we keep this a secret from Mando, yeah?!” All you get as a reply is a bunch of gurgles. A sigh makes it’s way to your face as you continue to hobble over to the hatch of the Crest.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The inviting cool air of the Crest relieved some of the stinging on your knee, but not nearly enough. You groan in pain, and ghost your fingers over the sensitive skin. You should probably patch it up before Din get’s back.

Your fingers curl around the handle to a drawer, and pull it open. Finally something to patch your wou-.... Where are the medkits? FUCK! You had to buy some of those as well! You forgot them when you tripped! You bang your head on the cold chrome coloured wall of the Crest. “This is just great” You practically yell. With a frustrated groan you flop onto your ‘bed.’

“Hey kid, you wouldn’t mind going to the markets for me would ya?” you joke, looking at the confused gremlin. A chuckle leaves your lips when he frantically shakes his head. “Didn’t think so.” you whisper.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

A few hours later Din arrived. The bounty was knocked out cold and most likely going to be put in carbonite. “Hey.” You greet, attempting to hide your wince and the pain in your voice. You get a nod in return, from the tin can. “How was the kid, cause any trouble?” You shake your head gently. “No, he was good for once.” he nods and turns to the kid, gurgling on the floor. “And what about Y/n? Did she hit her head, stub her toe, or trip anywhere?” He asks him. “Ha.Ha. Very funny.” You mock. Din was very familiar with your clumsiness by now. He’s seen it day after day, and the worst part about it is.... he finds it amusing. He chuckles at his own joke and makes his way to the cockpit.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It wasn’t until much later Din called you to the cockpit. It was easy to say ‘one sec’ or ‘yea! I’m coming’ but it was easier said than done. Every step to the ladder felt like you were pulling weights tied to your feet.

When you finally managed to get a hold of the ladder, it was like staring up at mount Everest. It looked so tall, how were you gonna make it up there, with your bad knee? “Y/n? You coming?” Din yells from the cockpit. “Yeah!” You yell back. You could do this. With a huff you step on one of the rungs of the ladder. The pressure on your bad leg pulled a hiss out of you, but you kept going. Step, and pull up, repeat, step and pull up, repeat. That’s all you needed to do. Why did it feel so hard? Finally, after what seemed to be forever, you made it to the cockpit. And why were you panting from climbing a kriffing ladder?

“What’s up?” you grit out. “The kids been stressing out and crying, I don’t know what’s wrong with him, could you take h-” Din cuts himself off when he turns his seat to look at you. You cock your head at him in confusion. “You want me to take him?” You finish for him. “No.” he replies bluntly, placing the kid on the floor and standing up. “Din...what’s.. going on? What’s wrong?” You hesitantly ask. “You tell me.” came his modulated reply. “What?” You practically whisper. “Do you know how pale you look? Kriffing hell you’re even sweating!” He stresses. Your breath hitches. Was the.. wound.. infected? Kriff it did take a few hours for Din to get back, you were bleeding out for quite some time. Tears well in your eyes but you hold them back. Things were getting overwhelming for you, and..... was Din talking? Whatever he was saying, you couldn’t hear, things were muffled. Your head pounded and a searing hot pain went through your leg before your vision went completely black.

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When you opened your eyes next, you were nested in Din’s bunk. You knew straight away because everything in there smelt like him. Beautiful. “Din?” You slur out, eyes closing again. “Shh, I’m here.” He hushes soothingly. You attempt to sit up, but you find Din gently, but firmly, pushing you back down. “No. Lay down. You need rest.” He orders. You groan in response. “My knee, woun-” You’re cut of by Din. “I dealt with it.” he whispers. You nod and a tense silence spills over the two of you. Finally, he talks. “Why didn’t you tell me?” He questions, a tiny amount of anger laced in his voice. “Didn’t want to.. distract you from the...kid. You respond, voice coaxed in sleepiness. Din sighs and slumps next to you on the bed, cradling your cheek in his bare hot hand. “How.. did you stitch...wound? We have.... no...medkits.” You slur yet again. “I had some spare in my drawer, you should’ve told me mesh’la.” He soothingly whispers, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “Mm sorry” you whisper. He places a gentle kiss of your forehead, and quickly pulls his helmet back down. “Just tell me next time ok, You scared the kriffing shit out of me.” He chuckles. You giggle with him. “Ok.”

Din pulls you closer to him and wraps and arm around you. You nuzzled into his warm chest... and just stayed like that for a moment, because... it was a strange routine the two of you had. Then there’s something crawling onto you. At first you think it’s a giant spider... but then.. an all too familiar cooing sound rings through the cot. You chuckle along with Din. “No buddy, we didn’t forget you, come on in.” You whisper as you and Din make a small space for him in between the two of you. Gleefully he jumps in, and you all snuggle in with each other.

~ I hope you liked it!

#Din Djarin x reader #Mando x reader #Din x reader #Fluff #Din Djarin fluff #Mando fluff #The Mandalorian #The Mandalorian x reader #Mando x you #Din x you #Din Djarin x you #Mandalorian x you #Grogu #baby yoda #Mando x y/n #Din x y/n #Din Djarin x y/n #Mandalorian x y/n

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crumbledcastle28 · 3 years ago

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Din Djarin: Breathe

Pairing: Din Djarin x fem!reader

Summary: You thought the worst feeling in the galaxy was watching the man you love leave you for another woman, but when that woman turns out to be your friend, it tears you apart.

Warnings: angst, swearing, reader is sad and insecure, Din is confused and oblivious, Omera makes a cameo, but I promise the ending is worth all the tears :)

A/N: this trope is one of my FAVORITES to read for Din. So many incredible authors have absolutely nailed this, so I thought I’d give it a shot. Total credit to all of those amazing people. You all inspire me every day. If you feel I have copied you or another author you know, please let me know. I’d never want to make anyone feel stolen from.

If you’d like to leave a like, comment, reblog, or ask, it would be much appreciated <3

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Watch.

That’s all you could fucking do was watch.

Watch, as the one thing you felt was finally yours and yours alone was ripped from deep within you, taking all of your organs and bones and soul with it.

It left you unable to think, to feel, to breathe.

You could barely drink water, let alone eat a full meal. Your stomach was a wreck and your brain was shot. Forming any sort of thought that didn’t revolve around him was…hopeless. Absolutely hopeless.

There was no point in trying to pry him away. He was a part of you now, attached to every good memory you had, every happy song you heard, every warm summer breeze you felt on your cheek.

He was always there. And he always would be there.

Just not with you.

You saw it in the way he looked at her. The way his body language changed when she came around him. He would straighten his back, broaden his shoulders, and make himself look more and more like a Mandalorian.

He didn’t look like Din. He looked like a Mandalorian. A warrior. A provider.

He just made himself…better. A sharper shot. A wittier comment. A louder chuckle.

It fucked with your head more than it should have.

Why did he feel the need to impress her, but not you? You were only partners, but did he see you as.. less? Like you wouldn’t leave him, no matter what he did? Or that you were too dumb to catch on to what he was doing?

You always stopped yourself when you started to go down that road. The Din you knew wouldn’t think like that about you. About anyone.

But like you said, he was acting more like a Mandalorian than he was Din Djarin.

Din Djarin

Did she know his name? Did he tell her his name? His full name? His true name?

You prayed, for the first time in years, that she didn’t. And you didn’t felt one ounce of guilt about it…

…in the beginning.

That was until you had spent over a week on Sorgan, and the everyday routine started becoming more and more like second nature. Not only did Omera, the beautiful, bright-eyed widow from across the huts, manage to catch Din’s eye, but she also managed to catch yours.

Why did she have to be so damn sweet?

I’ll get that for you Y/N.

Would you like to join us by the fire?

We made some more clothing for you. We noticed how much you shiver during dinners on cold nights.

Of course you can explore! I’ll take you on a tour, if you’d like.

Perfection. She was perfection.

And everything that Din deserved.

To make things even worse, not only did Din start acting odd around her, but he also started acting odd around you. When she wasn’t around, and it was finally just the two of you.

He wouldn’t share as much about his days as he normally would. He would shrug off your questions and stare off into thin air, surely thinking about her and her alone. Especially when you brought her up in conversation, whether that be something fun you two did together, or something that the two of them did together.

Either way, he would freeze up, puff up, and shut up.

And that was it. That was when you knew.

You’d leave him here, to live, and you’d fly off in your ship, to attempt to survive without him.

You were already preparing for that moment.

It was going to shatter you to the tiny pieces you were before you met him, but this time, he wouldn’t be there to pick you up.

You really, truly loved him. If the trip to Sorgan proved anything, it was that. And if that meant you had to leave him behind, so be it.

If you love something, let it go.

“Y/N?” his deep baritone cut through your thoughts. “What’s wrong?”

You looked up from your plate of food, and your eyes met his dark gaze. He insisted on watching you eat your dinner, since you had hardly touched your previous ones.

“Nothing Din. Honestly.”

He sighed. “Really?”

“Yes,” you responded quickly. “Really.”

He leaned forward in his chair, and you kept your elbows on the dinner table.

“Please Y/N. I know when you’re lying to me.”

“I’m not—I’m not lying,” you said, but your voice crack gave you away. You looked down at your dinner bowl, scarcely touched as usual, but his watch on you didn’t seize. It burned into you like a brand.

You squeezed your fists together, almost denting the spoon you had in your dominant hand, and tried to calm your breathing. Tears began to mist your eyes, and you could barely see Din stand from his chair and kneel before you. He took your hands in his, and your hot breaths blurred the outside of his visor.

“Come on Y/N, breathe,” he said to you, squeezing your hands. “Talk to me.”

You didn’t feel how madly you were gasping for air until he spoke those words to you. And having to look him in the eye, knowing how much he loved her and not you…

You crumbled.

“I just—Din I can’t—“

“It’s alright,” he said, defeated. “You can say it.”

He knows, you thought. Fuck he knows.

You thought you’d be stronger during this moment. You knew it was inevitable, and you thought you had been preparing for it for the weeks you had been on this planet.

But you weren’t. Every bone in your body was screaming for you to get on your knees and beg. Beg for him to want you.

“I just—am I ever going to see you again? After this?”

Your tear-stained face reflected back to you in his shiny beskar.

“After what?” he asked, softly. Delicately. Like he was trying to make this easy for you. Bracing you for the fall.

“You know what I’m talking about Din.”

Din.

That name felt so foreign.

He sighed, almost inaudible, and let his head fall down a bit, looking at the floor.

“Please look at me.”

He didn’t move his head, but you felt his eyes bridge together with your own.

His eyes, that you’d never get to see.

But she would, the burrowed, fucked part of your brain thought. She would, and I will never.

He sighed again and swallowed, before saying in a deep, sad voice.

“Of course.”

And your silent sobs weren’t silent anymore.

“Of course we will see each other again Y/N,” he said, working his hands up to your wrists. You could barely hear him over your weeps, and your foreheads were basically touching.

“I’ll…I’ll come and visit you.”

“That’s not the fucking same and you know it.”

You didn’t like it. You didn’t like to be angry at him. But you also didn’t like the thought of his spot on the Crest being vacant.

Your heart felt completely hollowed.

“I’ll…I’ll do whatever it takes, Y/N,” he continued. “Whatever it takes. Even if that means having to fly to Sorgan twice a week—”

What?

“—I will see you. I swear it on my life. I’ll get Grogu to his people, and you can stay here. With…with Omera.”

Me? Stay?

“Wait, Din—“

“No Y/N,” he said sternly. “I—I’m not going to like it, but I think…I think you belong here.”

I belong here?

“Din, listen—“

“Y/N, please—“

“—I’m not staying—“

“—you’re safer here!”

You froze.

“You’re happy here. You deserve to be away from me and all my…my shit.”

He swore. Din never swears.

“You can stay here. With Omera. With these people,” he said, and his leathered glove left your hand. It drifted up to your cheek, and you sucked in a breath. At the sound of the noise, he pulled it away.

“You’ll be happy,” he said, his own voice cracking, and looked to his left. Finally breaking the eye-contact.

You, however, weren’t done yet. A tiny drop of hope rippled through you for the first time in weeks, and you had to grab on to it. As tight as you could.

You touched your fingertips to his cheek, turning his gaze back to meet yours. The sharpened metal was cooler than you expected, but just as flawless. You’d always wanted to touch him here, and from how close he was leaning into you, it looked like he wanted you to as well.

“Wait,” you began, voice cracking again. “You want…me to stay?”

“I—“ he began, but his own emotions choked him. “I assumed…I assumed you would want to. With how much you talk about Omera.”

“So you don’t want to stay? With her?”

“With who?” he asked, helmet tilting to the side. He always did that when his mind was blurry and confused, and it was one of your favorite quirks of his. You always imagined how his forehead would wrinkle together and his mouth would hang open slightly.

And for the first time in days, you really, genuinely, laughed. You giggled so hard that tears began to fall from your eyes again, and you didn’t even know which emotion was causing them.

“What—“ he said, defeat and haziness brushed over his voice. “What’s so funny?”

“You…you honestly think I want to stay?” you asked, smiling.

It felt good to smile.

“Well…yeah…I thought you,” he shook his head, “am I missing something?”

“Din,” you said, tracing your knuckles against his cheek, “the only reason I like it anywhere is because you are there.”

His chest armor rose, and his breaths under his modulator became heavier.

“So…” he began, “why were you crying?”

You wiped the dried tears from your cheeks.

“I was crying because I thought you wanted to stay,” you said, and poked the middle of his chest.

“Me?” he asked. “Why would I—“

“It doesn’t matter,” you interrupted. “All I know is that you’re not leaving me.”

He released a breath from his mouth, and pulled you out of the chair and into his chest. Your knees hit the hard floor of the temporary wood hut the two of you shared, and all the emotions from the last few weeks came pouring out of you.

He held you close, and let you fall apart.

You heard a few muffled cries from him as well, and after a few moments, he tucked his hand into the nape of your neck, massaging your hair. Your hands were tucked underneath your chin, and your cheek was pressed as hard against his armor as it could.

“I thought—” he choked. “I thought I’d be strong enough. To fly off without you next to me.”

More tears squeezed from your eyes, and he rubbed his helmet against your hairline.

“It turns out I’m not. I’m not strong enough to be apart from you.”

“Din,” you mumbled and pulled away to look at him. “You are strong. The strongest and bravest man I’ve ever known.”

You traced your pointer finger down the indent where his mouth would be.

“I was about to beg you to stay with me, so I am no better.”

He held the back of your head and pulled you back into him.

“I guess we are both hopeless,” he joked, and you managed a laugh.

You continued to sit there, breathing in his metallic smell, and your lungs finally felt full of air. Your stomach felt settled, and your brain was finally cleared.

He wasn’t leaving.

“You thought I wanted to stay here with Omera, didn’t you?” he asked, and you squeezed your eyes in shame. You nodded against his chest piece, and he sighed loudly. He placed both of his palms on your cheeks, and he connected his forehead with yours.

“There is no woman I would rather be with than you,” he said, deep and groggily.

But confidently.

“I’ve never met anyone who has such a…such a power over me. You are in every choice I make, and every regret I feel. That’s why I got so defensive when she was around. I tried to make myself tougher, stronger, better. All so that I could—“

His breath caught in his throat.

“—all so that I could impress you.”

It was all for you. The whole time.

The whole time.

“And when you would mention her, I would get so quiet. I didn’t know what to say, and I felt like I was about to vomit every time I heard her name. She’s a lovely woman, but I knew she was slowly taking you away from me. I could barely look at her.”

He nuzzled into you even more, and you brought your hands to his cheeks as well. Holding each other up.

“I thought you were trying to impress her,” you said, and he breathed a small laugh.

“I never once thought of doing that,” he replied, and you hummed softly. Finally relieved.

“Maker I love when you smile,” he said, and you grinned even wider. “I missed that.”

“I missed it too,” you replied.

A sudden burst of confidence bubbled up from your gut, and your head was so light and airy that you didn’t even think twice before speaking.

“I think I love you Din Djarin. I really think I do.”

His thumb brushed your cheekbone, and he bumped his forehead into yours before responding.

“I’ve loved you since the day I heard your voice.”

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psychedelic-ink · 2 years ago

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sweetest sil if ur still taking those kink requests might i ask for our darling boy din djarin and praise kink 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀 ya girl is going THRU IT

bby I love you so much and sending you so many hugs and kisses xxx hope you like it, it ended up being a tinsy bit hurt/comfort-ish but it's din and I couldn't help myself dfvfdvd

warnings: praise kink, jealousy, arguing, possessive din, bdsm undertones

send me a kink + character and i'll write a lil'something

“Are you going to tell me what the hell that was about?”

The modulated voice sounds angry, but frankly, you couldn’t give a damn. You snap back at him, not hiding the venom in your voice.

“No.”

You walk deeper into the Razor Crest, you can hear him following you, his steps rageful. Thank god Grogu isn’t here, you don’t think you can keep your anger to yourself tonight. You attempt to put as much of a distance your can between the two of you but before you can he grabs your wrist and tugs you to him. Your shoulder aches from the force, it fuels the anger.

“Tell me what’s happening?”

“I don’t want to talk about it–”

“Well we’re going to,” he hisses out a breath, you can imagine him gritting his teeth. “You can’t just leave without an explanation,”

“Yes I can,” you snarl, staring directly into his visor. “Besides I bet you would enjoy having someone else around,”

“What?” the anger disappears for a moment, replacing it with confusion. “What are you talking about? Replace you with who?”

“Those– Those–” you growl, unable to speak, you wave your hands. “I’m not blind, I see how they throw themselves at you, all of them more useful, or pretty, dying to be your companion and thinking ‘why her ?’ I can see it in their dumb faces,”

He only hums. You watch with suspicion as he tilts his head and lets go of your wrist. He’s smiling, you know it, you feel it.

“What?” you ask, taking full offense of his silence.

“Nothing, just didn’t think you were the jealous type,”

Your body heats up, it burns. You avert your gaze and try to ignore the way your heart beats as he gets closer and closer. His gloved hand cups the side of your face, turning it to face him. When you feel the cool beskar pressing against your forehead, your bottom lip trembles.

“You’re beautiful,” he says, voice deeper than normal. “And talented, and kind– You are your own worst enemy,”

Your heat swells at his words, emotions bubbling to the surface, you blink the tears away. You don’t want to fog up his visor. His hand slides down your face, and the other comes up, both of them cupping your breasts. Your breath hitches, chest heaving heat builds between your legs.

“Love the sounds you make,” he groans, pulling off your shirt. Din presses his helmet between your breasts, you hiss at the cold. He looks up, hands tugging down your pants. “Love this pretty cunt that’s always soaked for me– Bend over,”

You dutifully do as you’re told. Your legs shake under his gaze, he kicks them apart, beskar clad chest flush against your naked back. His fingers dig into your waist, pulling you closer against his clothed cock.

“Have you ever seen yourself? Your the most gorgeous creature I’ve ever encountered and I’ll be damned if I let you leave,”

“Din…”

“Is it sinking in now?” he backs away momentarily only to return with his cock pressing against the curve of your ass. “Can you feel what you do to me? Even when I’m seething with anger– Even when you piss me off the only thing I want to do is to fuck you,”

“P-Please, just fuck me, please,”

“Say it and I’ll fuck you,”

You blink heavily, mind too scattered to make a meaning of his words. He rolls his hips, cock dragging across the small of your back.

“Say you’re beautiful,” he repeats.

“I-I’m,”

“You’re,”

Fuck, he’s repeating after your every word. You’re soaked, slick dribbling down your thighs.

“Beautiful,”

“Beautiful,” he chuckles, the tip of his cock finally nudging your entrance. Your eyes roll back at the stretch. “Good girl,”

When morning comes rolling in, you have no idea how many times Din made you cum. All you can feel is the ghost of his tongue, fingers, cock– All of them fucking into you again and again, tearing you apart, making you so sensitive that you couldn’t even remember your own name. You’re sticky, wet, and in dire need of a shower. Din’s still covered in beskar, only his cock visible to the naked eye.

He presses his covered head between your shoulder blades, a kiss, your mind translates. Maker, you love him so much.

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theatregaymer · 2 years ago

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Part of the Family

Finished commission for my good friend @wertzunge. Kawaki is acclimating to life as part of the Uzumaki family, but every now and then he feels like he might still be an outsider looking inwards at an ideal family. Thankfully, his family members don’t think the same and are all too happy to remind him how cherished he is.

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As the birds began to sing their songs to the morning skies above the hidden village of Konoha, a certain family was just barely getting started waking up...well some of them. To say things had been lively after the Hokage brought Kawaki into his home would be a bit of an understatement. But after some time had passed, the boy had started feeling like he was actually part of this family, from his brotherly bond with Boruto, Himawari warming up to him and even being asked to help with preparing dinner on occasion...it was such a shift from his years of isolation and pain.

Honestly, Kawaki and Boruto both were normally at least able to wake up on time. The thing with today was, they had nothing to do, none of them. Naruto had gotten ahead of the curve on his work, arranging for things to be taken care of for a single day at Hinata's behest so that they could spend the day together as a family. Of course it was a shock to both boys, who had spent a lot of time the day beforehand wearing themselves out during training. Kawaki would have slept even longer had he not heard a ruckus from the floor above his sleeping space in the Hokage's home office. What the hell was Boruto doing up there?" Grumbling as he wiped the sleep from his eyes, Kawaki sleepily opened the door to call out to him but caught Himawari's look instead as she came down the stairs. "Good morning Kawaki...hehe Papa is just waking up brother. I'm gonna go help mom in the kitchen!" She said cheerfully as if she hadn't just read his mind before scampering off to the kitchen. As he blinked, it finally became clear just what he was hearing from the upstairs area of the house. That was most definitely laughter...and something like a scream? Was nobody else confused like he was?

He decided despite Himawari's casual attitude, he wanted to investigate since she did mention the Hokage was there as well. He climbed the stairs, his bare feet tapping lightly on the flooring since he didn't often need to be stealthy in this place, save for it he needed to take a leak in the wee hours of the morning. As he neared Boruto's room however, a chill ran along his spine for some reason as he began to clearly understand more words even with the door shut. "BWAHah...Old man stohop....DAD SEHEHERIOUSLY!" His caution was soon overcome by curiosity as the dark haired boy gently turned the knob and opened the door, hearing Naruto's voice through the din of his adopted borther's laughter. "Oh come on now, my first whole day home and you sleep in? How can I not wanna spend some quality time waking you up Boruto?" This was followed by more wailing and cackling from the smaller blond ninja as Kawaki saw the Hokage looming over his son, one hand holding one of his arms over his head while the other was moving quickly up and down the side of his night shirt. What was he doing? Boruto was clearly laughing and smiling, but his free hand was desperately trying to snatch his father's away in an effort to escape this strange torture. "NOOhohohoohahh ahahaAHA STAHahaphihithahah ah ahah KAHahawaki save mehehe!" Boruto called out his name, blowing his cover as the Hokage turned to look as well to see his second son halfway in the room. "Ah morning. Sorry if this guy woke you up." The blond said, chuckling as Boruto denied it. "Wha-Ihit's your fault gah! Gehet offa mehehe!" Wrenching his wrist free and rolling over, Boruto attempted to flee, only to slip on his own covers and falling to the floor. His panic seemed to escalate as Naruto reached down to scoop up his legs, dragging him back and locking both his legs with a single strong arm before beginning to move his other hand along his bare feet. This of course seemed to be even worse for the young Uzumaki as he cried out, desperately trying to claw away at the floor, reaching in vain for a still rather bewildered Kawaki.

"NAHAHa OH god no NAHahaht thaahthaha Nhoh nahat the feEEHEHETHTEHHAHAHA DAAHAHAD!" His pleas seemed to fall on deaf ears as Naruto simply continued holding a brief conversation, albeit a loud one with Kawaki. "I think Hinata wants us all to go on a picnic together today. We still have time but maybe see if she needs some help getting prepared?" Kawaki nodded, still too stunned to say much as he didn't know if he should leave or ask what this was all about. He didn't even realize he was blushing slightly as Boruto cried out with tears in his eyes. "NOHOHOTHAHaa don't touch myYHYH TOHOHESHHAHA!" Naruto was drilling his fingers between the tender valleys between his son's digits, before things finally seemed to calm down as the Hokage gave an affectionate few pats to his son's slightly reddened soles and let him go, the boy slumping for a second before quickly crawling a few feet away as his father stood up and headed out the door past Kawaki. "Haha and maybe make sure that one didn't wet himself." Naruto left just in time as a pillow was flung across the room, softly smacking against the door as Kawaki felt it prudent to close it after the older man left.

Now it was just him and Boruto, the latter panting heavily, flushed and teary eyed but very much awake. "Why...didn't you help?" He asked, earning a scowl from the raven haired teen. "I didn't think you needed it...you were laughing and smiling." Boruto gritted his teeth as he managed to get back to his feet, beginning to fix up his bed as he continued to recover. "Only because the old man was tickling me! Ugh he's done that since I was a kid whenever I oversleep and he's home. So dumb.." Despite his words, something in the young blond's tone hinted at a sort of fondness for the activity, likely since such bonding moments were more rare since his father took office.

"Tickling? So that's like...a tradition?" Kawaki asked, honestly a bit confused at Boruto's words as he moved Boruto's desk chair over and sat down. His adoptive brother turned slightly, an eyebrow raised in equal confusion at the question. "Huh? Tradition? I don't think so it's just...a thing he does sometimes...why?" Kawaki shrugged slightly, unsure why this strange feeling of jealousy was slowly building up inside him. "It just seemed like something special judging from how he was smiling when he left as well, but he wasn't even being tickled like you were. It just looked like his fingers were squeezing you a lot." At these words, Boruto began to catch on to a feeling in the air, a smile slowly returning to his features, though this one held much more mischief this time around. "Ehhh? Kawaki....do you not know what tickling feels like?" The blond finished making his bed as Kawaki blinked, trying not to show how honestly confused he felt. "I...I know what it's supposed to feel like." He insisted, hoping that answer would suffice. However, Boruto didn't seem to buy it as he walked closer, still grinning widely as he raised his hands slightly and wiggled his fingers. "Let's just make suuuuure heheh." Kawaki once more was struck by a sensation of both sudden anticipation and slight fear as those fingers got closer, his throat swallowing a lump before his brother began skittering his fingers along the raven's sides and stomach, instantly earning some unfamiliar sounds as the dark haired boy seized Boruto's wrists, yet did nothing to defend himself. "Wha-a-aahah ah whahat the heehehell is thihisheheha Hehehey Bah Bohoruto knock it ohohoff!" The blond of course only chuckled in reply, recognizing that despite his protests there was no action to actually stop this sensation from continuing. "Hahaha come ooon you like it! You're smiling and laughing right?" As the two began to wrestle, Kawaki forwent defense and instead reached out to mimic Boruto's actions on his own flanks before the two both fell onto his bed, ruining the nicely made sheets. "NHAHaha ah hahang oh naha noho stahahpha Dahahd already gohoht mehehe!" Both boy's continued to laugh, Kawaki being no exception as he cackled out loud. "KEHEHahah AHAHAH Youhuhu stohop fihihirst!" Their legs helplessly kicked as fingers flew up and down their torsos, digging into armpits, clawing at their stomachs, all leading up to their mutual signal to stop horsing around.

"Boys if you don't get down here, Naruto is going to finish your breakfast!" At Hinata's words from downstairs, both of them stopped their antics, flushed and panting as they blinked, knowing the tone used was one of both playful urgency, but also a slightly more serious note beneath it. "We're on our way!" Boruto responded, hoping it bought them some time. He then broke away from his adopted sibling, pausing briefly before bringing up his thoughts. "So...why were you so interested in that?" He asked, earning a stammer from the other boy before being followed by an awkward silence. As Boruto began to change, Kawaki finally spoke up. "You and the fourth...have a connection strengthened through traditional acts such as this. I don't...I can't explain why I got interested in it. I guess...my own dad never..." Boruto tossed a pillow from the disheveled bedding at his brother, stopping that thought process. "Hey now come on, you're part of the family now, you're my brother! Dad wouldn't have even brought you home if he didn't see that you have a good heart ya know?" If Kawaki were more emotional, he supposed this would be one of those time he shouldfeel a bit teary eyed, but instead he could do nothing other than grip the pillow a bit tighter after it hit his chest. "Yeah...I guess you're right..." Thusly Kawaki actually helped fix the bed much quicker before they were headed downstairs. Thankfully Hinata's bluff was just that, and the two finished their breakfast quickly before helping to get things ready for that afternoon. Thankfully, there were no emergencies, no sudden meetings or crises that required Naruto's attention. The Uzumaki family was able to actually enjoy themselves, spending quality time together, playing some card games, enjoying some good food, and nurturing those bonds Kawaki was so worried over. The daylight slowly ebbing away, the orange sky signaled their time to head back home as they all gathered their things, though Naruto did have the extra baggage of a very worn out Himawari. Kawaki too felt surprisingly tired, having played more tag with her and Boruto than he would have expected. It was especially challenging once Hinata joined in, his mother figure being far more impressive than he could have anticipated. Something else he didn't notice, was how Boruto and his father hung back a bit behind, walking slower as the younger blond had something important to apparently convey to the Hokage. Kawaki stayed in the dark on this of course, helping to handle some minor cleanup at home before dressing down to his evening pants and tank top, climbing onto the sofa bed in the office as per usual to lull off to sleep, likely to wake up to a more familiar, albeit less enjoyable day tomorrow... "...waki...Kawakiiii...heh you're almost as deep a sleeper as I am." That voice...Kawaki recognized it immediately, before recognizing something else, a light and fluttery feeling that instantly had his nerves lighting up. "Eh wh-whehehah ah F-fohourththeh ah whahat the hehell haha let goho." His laughter was still somewhat tired, despite the feeling of strong fingers dancing against his bare soles playfully. He was still tired sure, but shouldn't he have been able to escape this weak hold? No...he realized Naruto had positioned himself in a way that Kawaki's ankles were trapped beneath one of his thighs, allowing two hands to wreak havok on his feet. He swiftly rubbed the sleep from his eyes, giggling the entire time as he continued helplessly trying to pull away. "PFTHEeh hah whahat tihime is ihithehe gaha youhuh haha you shouldn't behehe here!" He was getting more of his energy back, though not nearly enough to stave off the fingers attacking his toes now. "CAHAHA CAH gEHEHehehet offa mehehehe!" The Hokage simply laughed, continuing his tickles before swapping positions, pinning the young man beneath him as he began tickling up and down his sides, his blanket slipping down as those hands shoved up into his shirt to get at his bare skin. "A little bird told me youmight be feeling left out hmm?" Kawaki tried shoving at the older man, shaking his head as his forced smile was coupled with endless giggling. "HEHEhehahahAHAH ahah ah no nahaha hihi'm nahaAHAHAHt AHAHA NOT THERE!" His pits felt those fingers digging in skillfully, the trained hands of someone used to tickling a squirmy victim no doubt. "STAHa ahaha stahap ahalreadyhyhyaha AHAHA PAH PLEHEHASEHAHA! Ah....aahahah hah...gah..*cough* hah..." The tickles ceased as he wished, Kawaki wiping a tear from his eyes before looking up at a smilin blond who then ruffled his dark hair.

"Kawaki...I hope you realize you are just as much a part of this family now as anyone else. Never forget that." Those words brought another wave of unexpected emotions surging into the boy's chest, the desire to cry overwhelming him as he brushed any budding tears away, blaming them on the tickling. "Hehe and if I have to tickle you in the mornings to remind you of it, just say the word." Kawaki blushed fiercely, "N-no way!" he shouted, throwing his pillow at the man in a move reminicient of his brother as Naruto laughed brightly, blocking it with one hand as he waved goodbye before heading out to work no doubt. Kawaki took a moment to collect himself, still feeling the tingling sensations all through his body as he fixed his shirt and folded his blanket. He went to the bathroom, finding it was still rather early and he hoped he hadn't woken Himawari. But when he suddenly recalled the Hokage's words, he looked up the stairs with a different expression. "A little bird huh?" Oh Boruto was so gonna get the wake up of his lifetime.

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