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THE MANDALORIAN | OneShot

Tw: Smut, Fingering, dirty talk, Angst if you squint really hard and look sideways.

Pairing: Cara Dune x Fem!Reader

A/n: This is for my bestie @drawingdroid who is completely normal about Miss Cara Dune.

Cara wants to be more than "friends" so talking and smut happens.

You whined against Cara's neck as you were pushed against the wall of a scruffy alleyway, the dark haired woman kissed your neck sloppily. Your breath quickened as your nails dug deeper into Cara's arms.

-Shhhh, babe are you coming? Are you coming for me? Thats my good girl...sweetheart, mhhm...i feel your cunt sucking on my fingers, i know you're close...come for me, sugar - Cara bit your earlobe pulling slighty so it stung.

Between the mix of pleasure and pain you came, your juices slipped through Cara's hand as she keep pumping in and out so you could ride your orgasm longer.

- That...Was so good- Cara smiled, kissing your sweaty cheek.- you're so good...- She mumbled.

You slouched against Cara, your body completely relaxed as you tried to regain your breath.

- Yeah....Yeah Cara...- You mumbled, brain hazy as you nuzzled into the other woman shoulder.- You're awesome- You smiled and Cara felt her ears redden.

The both of you had been having these kind of encounters for a while now, neither of you wished to open the question of what you two were; Friends with benefits? Lovers? Cara didn't know, but she hoped it was the later.

After regaining your composure and fixing your clothing both of you walked away from the alley, as if nothing had happened, and re-entered the bar where the group was eating.

-Patu!- The glee on the child's tone as he splashed his spoon on the soup was your warm welcome. Mando, as always was sitting still, trying to get Grogu to actually eat the soup. The both of you looked at eachother and giggled, walking to your seats.

- Where were you two?- Mando asked as he took the spoon back.

- Bathroom.- Cara nonchalantly lied.

- The both of you?- Asked Din suspiciously.

- Don't you know women go to the bathroom in pairs?- Cara's response and Din's complete ignorance of social cues made you giggle behind your hand.

- Don't worry, Mando. We're here, that's what matters- You said, breaking the starring contest between a smirking Dune and an innocent Mando.- So what's the next quarry?

The mandalorian feed a spoonful of soup to the child before responding.

- A petty criminal, will be easy. A go-in get-out, get-credits situation- He explained.- We'll have to enter a club, but nothing too difficult.

- You think you won't be noticed in a club? - Cara snorted as Mando looked at her offended.- Between the amount of Beskar on you plus your awkwardness...That will make the target flee before you know it! - Cara said as she nicked the table with her nails.- Let us help, that way it will be easier, you stay in the shadows and Babe and I are the distractions- Cara's hand laid on your thigh sneakily under the table.

-... Fine, but I need all the credits for the womprat's food, he is a growing child. - Cara's hand tightened her hold on your thigh as Mando's agreed, both of you couldn't help but laugh at the mandalorian's words.

- Fine, Fine! That's good for me- Cara said, theatrically putting her hands up defensivelly against the Mandodad's deadpan stare.

°•○ Time Skip ○•°

The mission was going smoothly until the quarry laid his dirty hands on your lower back as Cara was quick to snach her hidden dagger and point it to the quarry's neck.

- Get your hands off of her or I'll cut them off for you, scum- She whispered menacingly on the criminal's ear. Sensing danger, Mando quickly approached them, taking the quarry away from Cara as he was sure she was going to slice him to ribbons.

- I take it from here, thank you.- Mumbled Mando as he knocked the man out cold and dragged him towards the Crest for a carbonite shower.

You looked at Cara with a frown as she looked back with confusion.

- Whats with that look?

- I had it under control!- You angrily stated.- You're always treating me like a child! I wanted to show that I'm a capable bountyhunter but you never let me do my things!- You raged as the dark haired woman stared in mild surprise that quickly turned to frustration.

- I was trying to protect you from the scum of this galaxy!! That asshole was trying to get into your pants!

- So what?! WHAT IF I WANTED THAT? You're always doing this! Even when it's not mission related!

- Oh! Pardon me for wanting to protect you!- Cara mockingly bowed before turning heel and walking to the exit. She had seen the looks people were giving your group and she truly didn't want to be banned from another bar this rotation.

As Cara walked outside you followed angrily behind her, ready to tell her off for once again getting on the way. The both of you had walked quite a bit as the streets became ghostly when you finally reached for Cara's shoulder and pushed her agaisnt a wall.

- You're my friend! Why do you treat me as a child?!- You yelled in frustration as Cara looked in bewilderment.

- Friends?- she parroted.- Friends?! - her tone got higher as she reversed the positions, pinning you under her and against the wall as she pulled you in a deep kiss. You couldn't help but moan against Cara's warm lips, easily opening your mouth as Cara's tongue prodded for entrance. The kiss quickly became messy and wet as when Cara pulled away for air strings of saliva still connected your mouths together. - Friends don't do this kind of shit, sweetheart. - Cara said wipping the saliva of your bruised lips with her thumb. As you caugh the bountyhunter's thumb between your lips Cara truly looked at the state you were in, seeing your flushed and dishelved look, truly adorable.- I don't want to be just friends babe, I though I made it clear.- Her voice softened as she snug her body against yours, kissing your flushed cheeks lovingly.

- I...I thought I was just a... a distraction? I guess. I didn't think...- Your rambling was silenced by a loving kiss, your hands fondly finding their way in Cara's short hair.

- That's just the thing, sweetheart... You think too much- She responded as her kisses traveled towards your neck.- If you want me to stop, tell me now and I will stop. But we can't pretend this didn't happen, you cannot deny the spark between us.- The huntress mumbled against your collarbone.

- Don't...

- What?- Cara asked, slight confusion on her voice.

- Don't pretend then. I won't stop you- You smiled at the taller woman and softly pulled her for a kiss.- I want you, as more than friends too.- You mumbled against her lips, softly bitting Cara's lower lip pulling a soft moan out of the huntress.

- I cannot help myself anymore- Cara mumbled as she picked you up and kicked open the door of a nearby hut she had been staying in.

Clumsily she navigated the dark room between clumsy steps, soft giggles and the sound of kissing. Quickly she lowered you on the small cot and quickly took her shirt off before latching on your lips again, her hands going to caress the skin under your shirt.

- Mmh...you're so soft, babe...so perfect for me- She whinned as you purposely rubbed your knee against Cara's center.- oh shit, babe- she moaned, rutting against your knee, her hands went to your thighs in search of anchor.

- You look so pretty right now...- You mumbled teasingly, hands cupping Cara's breasts, caressing her nubs under her bra.

- Oh honey...- Cara moaned as her hands clumsily undid your belt and pants.- Each of my thoughts about you are inproper... You don't have any idea of all the things I dreamed of doing to you...- Cara kissed you again as she pulled on your pants, pulling them down.- On Mando's ship, at the bar, heck even out in public! You drive me mad, woman- she huskily said as her hands pulled your bra up, freeing your tits and quickly snaching a nipple onto her mouth.

- Oh Cara~!- You moaned, your hands pulling on Cara's hair as your body arched.- Show me, show me all the things you want to do... please, show me!- You begged as the dark haired woman rolled your nipple between her teeth and tongue.

- Oh babe... If i do that you won't be able to walk tomorrow...- She unlached from the cherry pink nipple to lick the other.

- Then we'll stay on bed...I'm sure Mando won't mind...- You whinned as your hands caressed Cara's panties, finding the wet patch there incredibly sexy. The bountyhunter moaned, her hips thrusting against your hand in search for pleasure. Her dark eyes looked for yours, both so blown out in their frenzy.

- Don't say I didn't warn you tomorrow~ - Cara smirked as she popped two of her fingers into her mouth, wetting them eaguerly- Open wide, babe- She ordered as with her free hand she tapped on your thighs.

Getting the memo, you quickly raised your hips and slipped your panties down, shimmying one leg out so you could spread them wider, showing Cara your flushed heat.

- Mmh...So pretty and wet...my girl is so good - She smirked, popping her fingers out of her mouth loudly and caressing your heated labia with them, spreading her saliva as lube.- I would eat you right now...but I'm hungry for something else- the dark haired woman kissed you deeply as her thumb spread the mix of saliva and wetness around your clit, pulling the hood off softly.

-Oh Cara~♡- You moaned, bitting Cara's shoulder to hold in your screams of pleasure as the huntress' long fingers slowly entered your sex.

- Shhh precious... It'll be okay...let me know when to move - She huskily said as she peppered kisses all over your jaw and neck.

A few seconds later your hips started moving softly and Cara matched the tempo, slowly opening you wider.

- Ooohhhhh~♥︎ - Your highpiched whine was muffled against Cara's neck as she smiled and rotated her fingers; Bingo!Gspot!

- Do you like it when I touch you here, babe? Do you like the feeling of my fingers fucking your pretty cunt open?- Cara whispered as her fingers moved in a "come closer" fashion, caressing that sweet spot over and over again.

- Oh-Kark! Yes! Oh Yes! No one fucks me like you do- You moaned, kissing and mouthing at Cara's chin- Fuck... Cara faster, please!

- Have I ever told you how much I love the way you look with my fingers inside you? You look so pretty for me... just so gorgeous. - She smiled, quickening the rymth of her fingers as her thumb rubbed circles around your clit.- Will you come for me, pretty girl? Will you bless me with your come?- the bountyhunter moaned as her hips started to rut agaisnt your thigh fevershly.

- Ohh! Maker yes! Yes please! Only for you Cara!- You wailed, so lost on pleasure you didn't notice your nails were ripping the cheap bedsheets under your body.- Please, I'm so close! Please Cara, please!- Your begs made the woman smile.

- Then come for me, babe...Come for your girlfriend...- she pulled you into a deep kiss as you arched against her body,as the waves of pleasure crashed behind your eyelids. The kiss swallowed your screams of pleasure, your toes curling as your legs hugged Cara's waist, pulling her closer until you both were cuddling, sweaty, happy and satisfied.

[ooops-i-arted]

With Mandalore reclaimed, Din and his partner Cara lead their people and their own clan into a new age of peace and prosperity.

CaraDin Royalty AU Aesthetic, requested by @jennadknowsbest-blog

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Tome Chapter 5

TITLE: Tome Chapter 5 PAIRING: No Pairing RATING: T CHAPTER: 5/? SUMMARY: Cathrin is the Armorer’s foundling and future Alor of the Covert. But what happens when she makes the decision to abandon the Covert and leave with Din and the Child?

Cathrin stayed back at the village while Cara and Din went to investigate the raiders.

They came back with less than stellar news.

“Bad news. You can’t live here anymore,” Din told them.

Cathrin mentally face-palmed. This man had no idea how to interact with civilians.

“Nice bedside manner,” Cara muttered.

“You think you can do better?”

“Can’t do much worse.” Cara stepped forward. “I know this is not the news you wanted to hear, but there are no other options.”

“You took the job,” one of the villagers said.

“Yeah. That was before we knew about the AT-ST.”

“What is that?”

“The armored walker with two enormous guns that you knew about and didn’t tell us.”

The villagers started arguing.

��We have nowhere to go,” Omera told them.

“Sure you do. This is a big planet. I mean, I’ve seen a lot smaller,” Cara said.

“My grandparents seeded these ponds,” one of the villagers said.

“It took generations.”

“I understand. I do. But there are only two of us. Three if you count the kid.”

It took Cathrin a second to realize Cara was talking about her. Din must have told her that Cathrin had never seen real battle.

“No, there’s not. There’s at least 20 here,” a villager argued.

“I mean fighters. Be realistic.”

“We can learn!” “We can!” “Give us a chance!” “Please.”

“I’ve seen that thing take out entire companies of soldiers in a matter of minutes,” Cara told them.

“We’re not leaving,” Omera reiterated.

“You cannot fight that thing.”

“Unless we show them how,” Din said.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Din and Cara immediately launched into a battle strategy.

Cathrin thought it was fascinating watching how their minds worked.

“You got two problems here. You got the bandits and you got the mech. We’ll handle the AT-ST, but you gotta protect us when they come out of the woods. And I don’t have to tell you how dangerous they are. Cara Dune here was a veteran. She was a drop soldier for the Rebellion and she’s gonna lay out a plan for you, so listen carefully,” Din told them. He turned it over to Cara.

“Now, there’s nothing on this planet that can damage the legs on this thing, so we’re gonna build a trap. We’re gonna need to dig real deep, right here, so that when it steps in, it drops. The two of us will hit their camp. Provoke them. That’ll bring the fight out of the woods and down here to us.”

“I’m gonna need you to cut down trees and build barricades around these edges. I need it high enough so that they can’t get over and strong enough that it can’t break through. Okay. Who knows how to shoot?”

Omera was the only one to raise her hand.

The villagers got to work executing Din and Cara’s plan and training.

“What about me?” Cathrin asked.

“You’re going to stay with the children,” Din told her.

“What! I…I can help!”

“No, this is too dangerous for you.”

“I’m wearing Beskar. Same as you.”

“You have no experience with battle.”

“Then how am I supposed to learn?”

“The answer is no.”

Cathrin wanted to cross her arms over her chest and stomp her foot like a child, but she didn’t.

Din sighed. “You are under my protection. I cannot let anything happen to you. You are the future…”

“I don’t care about that! I don’t care about being the new Alor! I came with you by my own free will to experience the world. You don’t owe me anything.”

Din put a hand on her shoulder. “Stay with the children. Take care of the kid.”

Cathrin stomped off towards the children as Din started pulling out weapons.

Why had she even bothered coming along if Din was just going to treat her like a glorified babysitter?

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

The sun started to set, so Din and Cara started off for the raiders’ camp.

Cathrin heard the thundering footsteps of the AT-ST.

The footsteps stopped. It hadn’t fallen. Had the raiders surrendered already?

Cathrin handed the baby to Winta. “Stay here, okay? Do not under any circumstances leave this hut.”

Winta nodded.

Cathrin burst out of the hut and ran towards the battle. She arrived just in time to see the AT-ST lumber out of the woods.

It stopped right before it stepped over the ditch they had dug.

She ran towards the mech.

“Cathrin!” Din yelled. Din got up and ran after her. He caught her around the waist and started to pull her back when something happened.

As if pulled by an invisible force, the AT-ST was yanked forward and fell to the ground.

Cathrin went limp in Din’s arms. He dragged her over to the barricade. He pulled off his glove and placed his fingers on her neck.

Her pulse was normal and she was breathing.

“What the hell was that?” Cara asked him.

He didn’t know, but it looked an awful like what the kid could do.

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The absolute funniest shit in Mando in hindsight is Grogu choking Cara Dune. HE WAS TRYING TO WARN US ABOUT GINA CARANO AND WE DIDN'T LISTEN

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Don't Blame Me: Series

Summary: " The noise level in the cantina, dropped to zero slowly. Nadia frowned at what had caused it when her eyes landed to the doorway. A Mandalorian. She heard the stories. The fiercest warriors that could kill in seconds and lived for the danger and one was now standing in front of her."

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SEASON ONE:

Chapter One: The Mandalorian

Chapter Two: Nevarro

Chapter Three: Warming Up

Chapter Four: Weakling

Chapter Five: Starry Night

Chapter Six: Prepare For Battle

Chapter Seven: Toro Calican

Chapter Eight: The Real Traitor

Chapter Nine: The Bad And The Ugly

Chapter Ten: Close Call

Chapter Eleven: Assembling A Team

Chapter Twelve: Those We Can Trust

Chapter Thirteen: Moff Gideon

SEASON TWO

Chapter Fourteen: Mos Pelgo

Chapter Fifteen: Dragon Hunting

Chapter Sixteen: Crashing Down On Us

Chapter Seventeen: Frozen Fingers

Chapter Eighteen: Crossed Lines

Chapter Nineteen: My Girl

Chapter Twenty: Old Friends, Old Threats

Chapter Twenty One: Menace Aura

[dreamingofyeo]

𓏲๋࣭ ࣪ A siren's song࿐࿔𖦹ִ

Chapter 6: Passage of hope ࿐࿔𖦹ִ

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🕸️ambush

🕯️rain

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Yeosang pov

The appearance of the blue bird had been the first indication, it resurfacing in the market had been confirmation. San at the bar had been a beacon of hope, his magical healing gifts no match for any petty potion Vervona could acquire. Mingi and Wooyoung in the shadows had been the trigger in their plan. My crew, they finally found me. A single subtle nod toward San was all they needed to act first and ask questions later regarding rescuing my new friend with me.

As the arms I recognise as Jongho’s wrap under my own I can’t help but grin. The sharp inhale of breath to my left an indication of a scream about to escape, I clamp my hand over her mouth and she thankfully takes the hint. With that, Jongho and, to take a guess Yunho, pull us from our seats and down the hidden trapdoor beneath the rug. To be fair to her, when the elixir arrived in front of us, all it took was as a pointed look for her to take the hint, she’ll fit right in.

~🕸️

The shouting and gunshots continue above our heads as the trap door closes and is jammed shut by Jongho with a strategic placement of some kind of plank. There’ll be time for reunions later, for now we’ve got to move.

We begin to run down the passage way, carefully placing our steps in the darkness. My new friend, obviously not called Cara Jones, grasps my wrist and pulls me to a stop, speaking in a flurry of panic. I can just make out her features in the darkness; they’re paralysed in a state of shock and fear, yet when her eyes meet my own they somehow soften.

“Yeosang, who? Where-“

“My crew, there’s no time to explain right now we need to move.”

I feel bad for cutting her off, but she’ll thank me for the time saved on explanation later. With that, we begin running again. The sounds of gunshots are fading now, thankfully.

The tunnel goes on for what feels like forever, it must be an old smugglers passage, I hope she’s not afraid of spiders, there are cobwebs undoubtedly all over us by this point.

I call out to my crew members, the relief evident.

“Yunho, Jongho how the hell-“

It’s my turn to be cut off now apparently.

“No time for that right now Sangie, save it for Capt’n.”

Yunho clips back excitedly. Jongho laughs under his breath.

The sliver of light in the ceiling at what must be the end of the passage brings with it all the hope imaginable. Upon reaching it, Yunho delivers 1 firm knock followed by 2 scrapes of his dagger; the exit trap door opens and as I look up I see the face of my Captain’s first mate. Park Seonghwa.

~🕯️

He spares a moment to smirk down at me, shaking his head as he laughs into his chest before extending a rope down. I look over at my friend, she is looking at me with an expression akin to relief. I stifle a chuckle when she registers the cobwebs coating her and her features morph into horror. She frantically gestures and pleads with her eyes for me to swipe them away, I do so gladly. Yunho and Jongho gesture for me to take a hold of the rope, and so I do.

After a minor struggle we all get safely out of the passage, resealing and camouflaging the trap door. When satisfied, I look at my surroundings, we’re in a secluded dune on a beach. Palm trees reach high above us, effectively hiding our forms from the worst of the sun’s unforgiving rays.

Seonghwa’s voice snaps me out of the momentary daze. His tone thick with the kind of authority I’ve taken for granted all these years, a tone I’ve missed dearly.

“The Illusion is about 10 minutes from here, had to hide her in a cove. Let’s move. You can explain our extra crew member to Hongjoong when we’ve put some distance between us and the Crimson.”

“Aye.”

The contrast in emotions from now to the last I spoke that word is immense, and reminds me again how much I’ve missed everything.

I can’t help but grin at him, before gesturing to my friend to follow. I really hope she entrusts me with her real name soon.

The slow trudge through the sand feels even longer than the passage, not for the distance, for the anticipation. Seeing the ship’s billowing white sails after so long is a feeling I fear I will never be able to do justice to with words. I’m home.

The feeling of climbing aboard tops that; setting my feet down upon those all familiar planks, they creak as if to say ‘welcome back’.

Readers POV

The amount of emotions which have coursed through your body in the past 20 minutes is beyond description, terror and confusion taking centre stage. These pirates are different though, they’re Yeosang’s crew. If he trusts them then you will at least attempt to.

The door to the main cabin swings open and the remainder of Yeosang’s crew run to you all- or more specifically to him. Though you’re now stood rather awkwardly to the side, you’re more than happy to watch the scene of such pure chaos and joy unfold.

A man with hair similar to the navigator’s in length bounds over like a puppy and practically tackles him to the deck. You can already tell he will be a lot to handle simply from the positively manic expression across his countenance. His sheiks of excitement sounding across the deck remind you of seagulls, you suppress a chuckle at the thought. Yeosang’s muffled greeting into his shoulder makes you smile just as wide as the man though. From this, you learn his name to be ‘Wooyoung’.

Another - the man from the bar you suddenly realise, shows some level of restraint. His eyes and soft despite his wide smile. He opts to simply rest a hand upon Yeosang’s shoulder before crushing him in another hug when he’s released from his first. You catch his name too, it is ‘San’.

A third man ducks out of the cabin, black hair cropped close to his head with the top framing his face. His face changes from stern and intimidating to the very picture of happiness, his smile wide and crinkling at his eyes. There is a long gun of some sort across his back, he must be responsible for the lanterns going out. He doesn’t bother to wait, instead opting for a group hug- to which Wooyoung eagerly joins. The final choked greeting from Yeosang informs you that his name is ‘Mingi’.

One last man exits the cabin, his posture leaking with authority. Though he wears no signature hat, he must be the captain. The others back away from Yeosang and give them space for a more formal reunion, after a firm hand shake the captain also wraps him in a warm embrace.

The man you assumed to be the captain steps away and observes his crew with a content smile before speaking up. His tone is loud and authoritative, yet unable to mask the sheer happiness emanating from him even if he wanted to.

“Now then men.”

Everyone instantly settles down, you could swear even from the distance apart you were that there are tears in Yeosang’s eyes. His smile settles from wide and gleeful until it is almost akin to a pout, holding back whilst receiving word from his captain.

“We’ve achieved our mission. But before we can celebrate our reunion, we need a little distance. So, to your stations.”

He smiles kindly at Yeosang who practically hops skips and jumps to the cabin where you assume the maps to be held, he pulls himself up though and beckons for you to follow.

Before you reach him, you feel a hand close over your shoulder.

“We will address the elephant in the room when we’re at a safe distance, his safety is my priority right now.”

Though laced with kindness and reassurance, you feel a shiver go down your spine at the captain’s words…

<-chapter 5 ~ chapter 7->

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Concept art by Christian Alzmann. Depicts an AT-ST attacking a fishing village on Sorgan at night, with the Mandalorian and locals fighting back. Image from The Mandalorian, Season 1, Episode 4, Sanctuary.

Din Djarin hated to admit it, but that whole thing on Sorgan had been a huge fiasco. It was in the middle of nowhere with nothing of any value. Why the heck were there Klatooinian marauders there? How the heck did those villagers survive the first attack? And who managed to follow them there to go after the kid? None of it made sense and it all gave him a headache.

Even the drop trooper, Cara Dune, gave him a headache, although that had been a lot more literal than figurative. She didn’t pull punches, but then he hadn’t either. The headache came when she kept encouraging him to stay on Sorgan with the kid and adopt a family of his liking. Really, to stay with Amara and Winta. He didn’t need a match maker any more than he needed to become the kid’s de facto dad. 

After what happened to his family and what he’d seen happen to dozens, if not hundreds, of other families, he had no interest in having a family of his own, ever. It was a mistake to have done anything with the kid other than hand him over to anyone but that Imp apologist. That had caused him more trouble than it was likely to be worth, including exposing the covert and that wasn’t a mistake he was ever going to live down. 

Why did it all have to be so dank farrik hard? He just wanted to live his life, stop some people from causing more trouble, and enjoy the company of his own thoughts? But that just was not the direction his life tended to follow. He’d had to do a lot of things he wasn’t always proud of just to survive. Yes, being so obviously a Mandalorian helped him in the short term, but over the long term it had been just as much trouble as being a child on Aq Vetina. 

He was an automatic target for people he didn’t even know and didn’t want to know, warm or cold. They saw the armor, particularly the helmet, and then either thought he was there to save them from anyone who was annoying them even mildly, or had been hired to crush their dreams, even if those dreams were running a ronto cart on Mid-Rim planet. What the hell did he care about licensing ronto carts? 

It didn’t matter. He was the physical embodiment of enforcement. Not of his own rules, but of the Mandalorian Creed, or the Imperial Code, or the local taboos. He could count on one hand the number of times a person had simply smiled at him and wished him a good day. The fact that it was always the same person, who’s name he couldn’t remember, didn’t seem to matter.

It also didn’t matter that he only sort of, kind of remembered her face, or her voice, or anything meaningful about her. Just that they had met, usually at a tavern and she had smiled at him and said something kind. Something pleasant. Something that she probably said to everyone else she had ever met, but to him it seemed special. 

He wished she had been on Arvala-7. He probably could have handed the kid off to her and she would have known just what to do. Or even at Sorgan. She probably would have known exactly how to disrupt that wretched AT-ST without getting soaked, or almost stepped on by it and certainly without causing so much damage to the village. 

Nothing about what he actually knew about her suggested that she could handle all of that sort of thing with ease and grace. Din Djarin just figured that anyone who could simply smile at him and not be afraid, or worried, or panic stricken, or imploring him to help prevent some other catastrophe, must be able to handle problems he couldn’t even imagine. 

He began to laugh. There he was. The kid was asleep in the passenger seat; they were headed for Tatooine because at least he knew that Imps didn’t go there, other than to die; and he was wishing that someone he couldn’t really remember had spent their imaginary time with him because that smile was so unforgettable. He must be losing it. 

“You worry too much. The time will come. I’ll be smiling then, too.”

Dank Farrik! There it was again. The voice in his head. Comforting him when he was pouting. It wasn’t his mother. Or even his grandmother. He’d been fearless then because he had known so much less about how even his home world worked, let alone the galaxy. He hadn’t worried about battle droids, people called separatists, or the Jedi, who were supposed to save them all, but didn’t. 

He’d mostly worried about getting his clothes dirty or torn as he and his friends ran around and found much more harmless ways to get into trouble. Now he was worried about his sanity. Or at least spending so much of his time with just his own company. Hearing voices wasn’t unknown as a phenomenon among pilots who rarely had cargo that could talk back.

“Patu!”

Din Djarin laughed. The kid was up. He didn’t know if that was good or not, but at least that sound was real. He didn’t have to worry about his imaginary friend and how she provided comfort when he needed it the most. But he did wish that she had advice for how to feed a kid who didn’t want to eat regular rations. The smell of frogs was a little overwhelming, even in the Razor Crest. For once he was happy about not using a smaller ship to ply his trade. Uff.

[bleakbluejay]

something i love about star wars stuff that isn't main-series is how terrifying sith/jedi are framed as being.

when i watch a main-series star wars movie, i think they're cool. luke, darth vader, count dooku, darth maul, yoda, obi-wan, they're all COOL. they're not scary. and that's because our protagonists are jedi. we are put at the same level of power and ability. the real threats are usually psychological (trauma, fear of loss, familial conflict, etc)

when i watch an off-shoot, like rogue one or the mandalorian, jedi and sith are the scariest things imaginable. the darth vader scene at the end of rogue one is so compelling and threatening. it's dreadful. he is an unimaginable horror, a shadowy wall of death and terror incarnate. when i watch ahsoka and din djarin duke it out in the mandalorian, i feel tense and afraid. she moves so fast, so swiftly, so unnaturally. she has a sword that can kill him in one hit if he falters even for a moment in deflecting it with his vambraces. even grogu is unsettling as he force-chokes cara dune and the stormtroopers as this 2 foot tall little thing, as he repels giant blasts of fire and compels beasts to fall asleep and knits flesh together.

when the psychic space wizards with the super-jump ability, telepathy, and the ability to sense the future are us, it's great and it's fun. but my god, i struggle to imagine a scarier enemy to face. i've really been loving the star wars content where we are put in the eyes of someone who isn't force-sensitive, whether it be a screaming, unlucky rebel soldier pounding at a malfunctioning door, or it's a mandalorian fortunate enough to have a full suit of real beskar instead of durasteel.

[chipthekeeper]

For Alderaan by ChipTheKeeper

Summary: Cara Dune considers her fate on the way to the Battle of Endor.

A/N: Happy six months to the SW Sapphics! Y'all are the best and I love you. I know this is a controversial pick perhaps for this event, but it only seems appropriate for me since Cara was the character that got me started writing and researching and obsessing about Star Wars, and I’ll forever be sad that we’ll never learn her true backstory. To that end, I’ve tried to imagine a (very) tiny bit (like, embarrassingly short) of what her chapter in the RotJ FACPOV book would’ve been like. Because in another, better universe, she absolutely got one.

(And just a reminder that the author in no way wishes to associate this piece with the former actor who played this role. She is a garbage human and not at all worthy of the character she played. In this house we stan concept art Cara Dune, who was so obviously a lesbian.)

[veradragonjedi]

Blood, Blindfolds and Butterflies Ch21!!!

I've worked out how to embed links are you guys proud of me?

@airlocksandaviaries @positivityjediprince @surfing-on-a-soundwave @materassassino @vanishedangels @idkbishsss @jspookywolf @pebblish @thechaoticfanartist @doublechocolate @insertmeaningfulusername @funkyphonophorae @proftree @athelstan-anglecyning

(tell me if you'd like to be added or removed!)

Me: *imagines Din and Luke tenderly holding hands, Luke's body closer to Din than his armour ever was*

The BBB!Luke Skywalker hand-felted toy on my bedside table, made for me by a close friend: oh, Force, could you imagine??

Me, pulling out my phone and opening up my notes app: oh yeah I seriously could. And I can make a few other people imagine with me.

Tags and other shizz under the cut! New tag -> Co-parents To Lovers!!!

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: M/M

Fandom: The Mandalorian (TV)

Relationships:

Din Djarin/Luke Skywalker, Leia Organa & Luke Skywalker, Din Djarin & Cara Dune & Boba Fett & Fennec Shand

Characters:

Luke Skywalker, Din Djarin, Grogu, Leia Organa, Han Solo, Boba Fett, Fennec Shand, Cobb Vanth, Cara Dune, Mention of Ben Solo, R2-D2, Ahsoka Tano

Additional Tags:

Human/Vampire Relationship, Jedi Master Luke Skywalker, Luke Skywalker Needs A Hug, Good Parent Din Djarin, Soft Din Djarin, Alternate Ending, Grogu | Baby Yoda Ships Din Djarin/Luke Skywalker, Luke trains Din with the Darksaber, Vampire Luke, Post-The Mandalorian (TV) Season/Series 02, R2-D2 hates Din Djarin, Angst with a Happy Ending, Fluff, Whump, Mutual Pining, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Blood and Injury, Blood Drinking, Squick, Canon-Typical Violence, violence in general, Falling In Love, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Suicide Attempt, Friends To Lovers, Hurt No Comfort, Eventual Happy Ending, Slow Build, Slow Burn, Slow Romance, BAMF Luke Skywalker, Only like half the time though, The other half is, Sad Luke Skywalker, Luke Skywalker has PTSD, Luke Skywalker Has ADHD, Autistic Din Djarin, Asexual Din Djarin, Asexual Luke Skywalker, Well theyre both aspec- itll be clearer in the future i swear (Din is demi Luke is grey), Touch-Starved Luke Skywalker, WHOOOOOO, Co-parents To Lovers

Language: English

Words: 102,171 -> Chapters:21/?

[ooops-i-arted]

"But the show is about MANDALORIANS! Any Mandalorians! It never says it's about DIN!" is the stupidest fucking take I've seen out of this whole mess

Imagine if The Empire Strikes back cut away from Luke going to rescue Han and Leia to a new tax being levied on the citizens of Coruscant by a greedy Imperial bureaucrat because "they didn't say WHERE the Empire was striking back!"

Or the Original Trilogy ended by cutting away from the Rebel Fleet bravely standing up against the Death Star to a skirmish between a separate Rebel cell being attacked by a TIE fighter patrol because "they didn't say WHICH war in Star Wars!"

Or while Frodo is standing in Mount Doom, the camera zooms in on Vilya on Elrond's finger while he's sitting in Rivendell because "they didn't say WHICH Ring The Lord of the Rings was about!"

The Little Mermaid switches to following one of Ariel's sisters swimming around during the climax because "they didn't say WHICH little mermaid!"

Would y'all have read From A Certain Child's Point of View: The Sanctuary if I skipped all of Grogu's stuff to write from Winta's point of view the whole episode and then said "Haha, I didn't say WHICH child's point of view I was writing!" Or imagine if No Prison Can Hold had everything from Din and Luke's point of view, built up that confrontation, and then that chapter everyone was commenting they couldn't wait to see was Cara Dune calling Leia and explaining the situation and calling in a favor from a fellow Alderaanian and that's how the whole thing was solved. Leia takes Grogu and hands him to Din and Luke and Din never meet.

Previous seasons focused on Din. The advertising was all Din. It's not unreasonable to expect the show to be ABOUT DIN. All you're doing with that stupid fucking take is making excuses for Favroni's shitty writing and Filoni's inability to write anything but the same 3D Clone Wars characters over and over and over again.

[vanishedangels]

Clan of Warriors

Click here for First chapter

Summary: While rebuilding Mandalore, Mand'alor Din Djarin is questioned by his people because of his beliefs and origins. In the dawn of a civil war, the council resolves that The Mand'alor must join in marriage with someone close to Bo-Katan Kryze. He’s forced to marry Koska Reeves and accept a loveless union. In the meantime, Din is having a secret relationship with his son’s Master, Jedi Luke Skywalker, his dream of having his own clan of warriors is about to fade away.

Pairing: Din Djarin/Luke Skywalker

Characters: Din Djarin, Luke Skywalker, Grogu, Leia Organa, Cara Dune, Koska Reeves, Bo-Katan Kryze, Axe Woves, OC, Peli Motto, Fennec Shand, Boba Fett, Paz Vizsla, Owen Lars, Beru Whitesun, Han Solo, Chewbacca, Wedge Antilles, The Armorer.

Rating: Explicit (+18)

Warnings: Canon Typical Violence. Explicit Smut.

Tags: Canon Compliant, Post Season 2 Finale, Mutual Pining, Slow Burn, Friends To Lovers, Fluff, Angst, Demisexual Din Djarin, Top Luke Skywalker, Bottom Din Djarin, Top Din Djarin, Bottom Luke Skywalker, Protective Din Djarin, BAMF Luke Skywalker, Adorable Baby Yoda, Sassy Leia Organa, Gai Bal Manda, Blindfolds, Sub Din Undertones, Fantasies, Jealous Luke, Keldabe Kiss, Smut, Jealous Din, Dirty Talk, Face Reveal, Luke Skywalker in Mandalorian Armour.

Chapters: 39/?

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There was a bowl of stew on an improvised table right in the corner, Luke grabbed a small bench dropping himself on it, his feet and knees were killing him as well. He ate his lunch in silence, thinking about Din, thinking about how lonely his man might have felt every time he had to eat alone, no talking, no sharing, and his heart ached "Din." He sighed his name fondly, missing Grogu's chirping noises and the way Din smiled at him every time their eyes met while sitting across the table. Instead, he was now staring at a dull gray wall and the only sounds he heard were the ones coming from himself.

Four days. Four days, Luke.

Chapter 39: Rapture

Din was roused from sleep by a steady soothing sound, he frowned, eyes still closed, he breathed in finally aware of the source of that sound, his ear pressed against Luke's chest, the Jedi's heart beating rhythmically, he smiled realizing their heartbeats were attuned. When he opened his eyes, he glanced at Luke's face, little Jedi was still sleeping, Din had to suppress a chuckle in order to prevent waking his cyare up. He moved his head slightly, squeezing his eyes shut, rubbing his cheek against Luke's skin.

The Jedi's arms were wrapped around his shoulders, the weight of his hands on his back made Din feel safe, loved, protected. He buried his nose in Luke's chest, allowing himself to giggle as the memories of the events of the previous night popped up into his mind, eliciting a silly fluttering sensation in his stomach. He looked at his face again, still remembering the way Luke's lips parted when he started pushing into him, so slowly that Din thought he could implode within seconds. The way Luke swallowed a deep breath until he nodded boring into his eyes as a signal that he was ready and Din pulled out to thrust into him only to feel his heart jumping into his throat as Luke silently opened his mouth making Din imagine the deep gasp he was muffling.

The feeling of Luke clenching around him, the pressure of his heels against his lower back urging Din to thrust deeper, harder, the way little Jedi's back arched, taking him completely, eager to be filled up, Din couldn't last as long as he wanted, but Luke seemed so satisfied when he spilled inside him, and judging by the glint in the blonde's eyes, he was very close as well. Din hardly managed to stroke him, pushing Luke over the edge in a heartbeat.

Din's lips curled up admiring the dimple in his chin, his enticing mouth, even while sleeping Luke looked gorgeous and Din swallowed hard, still mystified by the turn of events that led them to be together in his bed after all that happened. Din's mind was reeling.

"I know you're staring, Din." Little Jedi's voice, thick with sleep, caught him off guard.

Luke opened his eyes smiling and Din's heart started racing faster.

"Also, you're thinking too loud." He smiled moving his hand to stroke Din's hair.

"Morning cyare." He said levering himself up onto his forearms.

Luke hummed closing his eyes "Morning." He stretched himself out with a relaxed expression on his face that Din wanted to remember forever. "Still-" He looked at his eyes pointedly "you are not telling me what is bothering you." The Jedi added arching his brows.

What changed your mind? Why are you here with me? Why did you let me love you? Would you stay forever?

Din had so many questions but he ducked his head, not able to look at Luke's eyes, he kissed the Jedi's chest and he was ready to keep his uncertainty to himself. "You're here, that's all that matters. It's just..." He rested his head on Luke's chest again "I'm missing you already."

He heard the Jedi sigh as he took fistfuls of Din's hair forcing him to look at him "I'm gonna miss you too, but I'll be around." He winked and Din's stomach fluttered again. It was ridiculous how crazy in love he was with Luke, he rested his chin on Luke's pectoral. "In four days this will be over, Din, and we could be together all the time we want." He caressed Din's face reverently "I love you, Din." He sighed, his eyes fixed on his own hand cupping Din's cheek.

Although it was new, Din felt like Luke had been telling him he loved him for months, it didn't mean Din's insides wouldn't melt every time he heard him say it though.

"I love you more." He mumbled running his lips across the Jedi's pecs, completely smitten with him.

He helped Luke put every beskar plate back on, enjoying touching his little Jedi, laughing and kissing him in the process "Shit, fuck... I'm missing you already even more now." Din said under his breath biting Luke's lower lip and then he threaded his fingers through Luke's hair, closing his eyes and pressing their foreheads together.

"Stop or I'm staying, Din." Luke whispered kissing him one last time. He broke apart, frowning and he touched his adorned pauldron "Wait. She said I shouldn't wear this pauldron for now."

Din's stomach churned hating the fact that his cyare couldn't wear their clan signet because of him, because of his leader position, because he owned the darksaber. "I hate this." He said unfastening the ties around Luke's shoulder.

Luke looked down running his fingers over the mudhorn signet.

"I'll keep it for you, babe." Din said absently, holding the pauldron tightly in his hands as he walked towards the bedside cabinet and pulled the drawer open. When he turned around Luke was pressing his lips together, visibly amused, Din could tell he was smiling with his eyes, if that was physically possible. "What?" He lifted one shoulder in a half shrug.

"I just adore when you call me babe..." The Jedi closed the distance between them "Baby..." He ran his hands up and down Din's arms "Cyare." He nibbled at the skin right under Din's jaw making him groan.

"Babe..." He said in a low-pitched voice and Luke tossed his head back exaggerating a shudder. He laughed grabbing him by his hips "Don't make me take your armour off again, Luke." He warned him.

"I'll behave, I promise." He said grinning. "Oh, wait, one last thing... I can't walk around with my lightsaber dangling from my utility belt, but I need it near at hand." He frowned resting his hands on Din's shoulders.

Din blinked a few times and then he held a finger up at his face and started walking away "I'm right back."

Luke turned around staring at his back "Gods, I love when you do that. That thing you do, you know, when you hold your forefinger up."

Din chuckled leaving the bedroom and when he came back, as he gazed at Luke, his face was transfigured with tenderness. The Jedi was cupping his helmet in his hands, completely focused on it, he looked like a child scrutinizing a new plaything, the sight made Din's heart flip. He stood by the door for a while, not able to interrupt him. Then he blinked and cleared his throat, finally walking towards Luke.

The blonde looked at Din and then he lowered his gaze, Din was offering him a brown satchel.

"I used this satchel to carry Grogu with me, I guess... I guess we won't need it. You can take it." He took in a sharp inhale enjoying the way Luke smiled taking the satchel from his hands.

"Thank you, love." He said looking for the lightsaber until he finally found it by the bed leg.

Din took the Jedi's helmet and stood before him, Luke nodded at him, Din leaned in to kiss him and then broke apart to put the helmet back on Luke.

"Don't worry, Din. She will make it in time. Leia is on her way." His voice sounded so deep now, modulated by the helmet.

"I know." Din retorted.

When they were ready, the mandalorian asked Joako to enter the chamber, then he gestured a hand towards Luke "Joako, please take him to the dinner area and introduce him as the new childminder, Grogu's childminder. And afterwards, show him to his bedroom."

"Yes, Your highness, sir." Joako bowed and tilted his head encouraging Luke to follow him. Din tilted his head at Luke as well and he reluctantly stood there, clenching his fists as he watched them leaving the chamber.

~

That noon Bo-Katan walked past Din's chamber front door and she stopped in her tracks turning his head towards the only guard standing by the entrance. She narrowed her eyes tilting her head and Joako didn't make a move, ignoring her completely.

She folded her arms behind her body, staring pointedly at the guard's face, she looked him up and down "Joako." She said "Where's Miko?"

The guard blinked, tongue-tied for a while until he nodded "He's on a recon operation, ma'am." He said flatly not making eye contact with her.

She looked around and then she moved closer to him trying to catch his eyes, but the guard was still elusive "You're telling me that the Mand'alor's personal guard is on a mission... four days before the Royal wedding?" She quirked one eyebrow at him, a fainted smile on her face while talking.

The guard moved his eyes finally looking at her "Yes, ma'am."

She snorted out a laugh and nodded closing her eyes "Right." She said, leaning back and slowly taking a few steps back and tilting her head towards the chamber door.

Joako swallowed hard as the door slid open and she walked into the room, the guard let out a deep sigh and rolled his shoulders back.

~

The Jedi spent the morning cooperating with the cooking staff, he was astonished at the fact that he was really enjoying doing the chores, although it made him a little homesick for his aunt Beru's recipes - his aunt in general actually. He found himself thinking back to Tatooine, secretly longing for those days when everything was simpler, even when Luke was always wishing for more.

They walked him to a small supply room, Luke looked around pressing his lips together behind his helmet "You can have lunch here, no one is gonna bother you. We do respect the children of the watch's creed." The mandalorian cook said, as the majority of the people of Mandalore, he wasn't wearing a helmet. His dark brown eyes fixed on Luke's visor "I heard you and The Armorer came to Mandalore together a couple of days ago. Are you part of The Mand'alor's covert?"

"Yes."

The man frowned and then he took a few steps back closing the door, leaving Luke inside that crowded room. The Jedi took his helmet off sighing relieved, he closed his eyes feeling the air caressing his face for the first time since he left Din's bedroom. His back ached and the muscles of his neck and shoulders were strained to the point he couldn't turn his head to the side without feeling pain, of course Din was used to wearing all that heavy beskar on him, but still Luke found his commitment to the creed, his determination, wondrous.

There was a bowl of stew on an improvised table right in the corner, Luke grabbed a small bench dropping himself on it, his feet and knees were killing him as well. He ate his lunch in silence, thinking about Din, thinking about how lonely his man might have felt every time he had to eat alone, no talking, no sharing, and his heart ached "Din." He sighed his name fondly, missing Grogu's chirping noises and the way Din smiled at him every time their eyes met while sitting across the table. Instead, he was now staring at a dull gray wall and the only sounds he heard were the ones coming from himself.

Four days. Four days, Luke.

When Luke walked into the kitchen area a mandalorian was standing by the entrance, hands folded in front of her body, the woman looked at him.

"Good afternoon, sir, my name is Dentra Kolga. Joako said you're the Mand'alor's son's carer." She squinted staring at Luke's visor.

Luke nodded at her "Childminder." He corrected her eliciting a chuckle from the cook standing by the stove.

"Right, childminder." She nodded back "Well, anyway, it's good to have you here, the little guy needs someone to look after him now that his Master is gone." She added, and her words hit Luke instantly, twisting his stomach into small knots.

She narrowed her eyes pursing her lips "You're not talkative." She tilted her head and Luke sighed behind his helmet. "Come with me, the child needs your presence."

Luke rushed to her side still not saying a word, his heart was thumping inside his chest, eager to see his clan again, they had only been apart for half a day and Luke was already desperate to meet them. As they walked down the main corridor, he realized how uncollected he was feeling, his hair stood on end and something unpleasant settled down in his stomach, afraid of the permanent looming threat of losing the balance, he frowned wondering if he was giving in to unhealthy attachments, he shook his head convincing himself that he was simply and naturally happy to join Grogu and Din again. Maybe uncertainty was washing over him, if that was the case, he knew he was strong enough to deal with his own feelings, he could work on that.

"What's your name, child of the watch?" The woman asked him, breaking his train of thought. They came to a halt by the Mand'alor's chamber door, Joako looked at them with a blank expression on his face.

Fuck. A fake name. Luke widened his eyes behind his helmet, he hadn't thought about that. For the first time in a while, the powerful Jedi was suddenly unable to think of anything appropriate to say, he blinked a few times realizing that she was staring at him, waiting for an answer and his silence was becoming awkward and suspicious.

"Han." He said and immediately regretted it, squeezing his eyes shut and pressing his lips together, it was a relief she couldn't see his face at that moment.

"Nice to meet you, Han." Dentra nodded at Joako, the guard knocked on the door and she turned around finally walking away. Luke's body slumped immediately, losing its stiff posture.

"Hi, Joako." He said, happy to see a familiar face.

"Hi, Han." He replied and chuckled making the Jedi huff a laugh.

The door slid open and Bo-Katan emerged from the chamber, she narrowed her eyes staring at Luke "Mand'alor, the childminder is here." She lowered her gaze and then looked at Din over her shoulder, the way Din walked slowly to the door made Luke's heart leap in his chest. Was Din feeling the same? An urge to hold him tightly until their hearts beat as one just like the night before?

"Come in." Din said moving aside, Bo-Katan did the same and as Luke walked inside he noticed she stood rooted on the spot. "Grogu's in his room, there's this council meeting and I need you-" Din paused, his visor finding Luke's, the blonde Jedi understood exactly what he was telling him between the lines, and his lips curled up, hidden behind the secrecy of his helmet "I need you to stay inside this chamber for security reasons. Don't take the child out of this room." Din added. He was standing inches apart from him, Luke could feel heat radiating from him, so soothing and affable, making his skin tickle wonderfully.

Luke nodded and Din remained immobile before him, Bo-Katan cleared her throat trying to draw attention to herself "Shall we, Mand'alor?" She asked, arching an eyebrow.

Din sighed and Luke pressed his lips together in order to suppress a chuckle, he couldn't help finding Din's annoyance simply adorable. Din made a gesture with his hand inviting Luke to walk beside him as he headed to the door, he started talking about Grogu's routine, which was hilarious because Luke knew everything about the child, it was pretty obvious that Din wanted to stay in that chamber with Luke as long as he could.

Bo-Katan left the chamber as Din and Luke came to a halt behind her, their pauldrons almost touching "Bye." Din said and when he started walking out of the room, he brushed his knuckles against Luke's, throwing a glance at him over his shoulder. His touch lingered, electricity rolling in waves between them, sending shivers through Luke's body until Din finally stepped out of the chamber. The Jedi froze, he could feel a growing heat in his chest that rapidly reached his neck and face as his breaths quickened.

The door closed in front of him and he just stood there for a while, not able to make a move, until he heard a little giggle coming from behind him and his heart soared. He smiled sending a message through the force before turning around.

"Did you miss me, womp rat?"

"Grogu miss you. Grogu train with Luke. Grogu happy."

His smile grew wider as he took his helmet off and bent down to scoop up the child, he pressed their foreheads together and baby babbled happily "Yeah, Luke missed you too, ad'ika."

[all-the-things-2020]

Finding His Way - Chapter Eleven

Summary: Cara Dune runs into an old friend and Din Djarin finds his Way.

Rating: PG-13

Cara Dune made her way through the streets of Nevarro. As Greef Karga’s enforcer, it was a good idea to keep a high profile among the residents, just in case anyone got any ideas. So she made a point of taking a walk most days. Today, things seemed quiet and she was about to cut her walk short and head to the cantina for a cold drink. Then, she caught a glimpse of shiny armor and the day got interesting.

“I’ll be damned,” she said to herself, changing direction to head toward the man clad in beskar steel. It might not be her friend, but there was only one way to find out for sure. As she got closer, he turned to avoid a staggering freight droid and she saw the stylized mudhorn signet on his right pauldron. “Mando,” she laughed, speeding up.

She reached him in just a few strides and stepped in front of him to block his way. “Long time no see, Mando,” she said, unable to keep the smile off her face. Neither she nor Karga had heard from him in quite a while and it was good to see that he was still alive.

“Cara,” he said simply. Same old Mando, she thought, then she noticed that he was not alone. A dark haired woman stood beside him, holding the little green kid that had caused so much trouble. The child waved at her, and Cara waved back, but Mando made no move to introduce the women. Cara raised an eyebrow, and then held out her hand.

“Cara Dune,” she said.

“Nice to meet you, Cara. I’m Mariana Djarin,” the woman said, shaking her hand. “As I’m sure you already know, my husband is a bit socially awkward.” She elbowed Mando in the side. He sighed.

“Uh, yeah,” Cara said, hoping she wasn’t looking too stunned. Mando had a wife? This was going to be a very interesting day. “I’d noticed.”

“Have you seen the Armorer recently?” Mando asked. Never one for small talk, that man.

“A week or two ago,” she replied. “She doesn’t come out much, but she stays in contact with me and Karga. I’m pretty sure her forge is in the same place.”

“Good,” Mando said. He turned to his wife (his wife!) and said, “Do you want to go back to the Crest or should we find a room here in town? I’m not sure how long I’ll be and you probably shouldn’t be wandering around by yourself.”

“I do have my blaster,” she said. Mando tilted his helmet and Cara could just imagine the raised eyebrow that probably lurked under it. “I’m getting better,” Mariana protested weakly. “But yeah, maybe I should take Ad’ika back …”

“Hey, I can keep an eye on them for you, Mando,” Cara butted in. “I was just on my way to the cantina for a drink; we can hang out while you take care of business with the Armorer.”

“I might be some time …” he began.

“More time for your wife to catch me up on what’s been going on since I last saw you,” Cara said, grabbing Mariana’s elbow with one hand and Mando’s with the other. She winked at him and heard another sigh. Stars, it was fun to mess with him again!

“Fine,” he said. “I’ll meet you there as soon as I’m finished.” He stroked the child’s ear and then tucked a stray strand of hair behind Mariana’s ear. “Don’t believe half of what Cara tells you, cyar’ika. I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

He adjusted the knapsack on his back up onto his shoulder and walked off, leaving the two women alone. Cara tucked her arm through Mariana’s and led her in the direction of the cantina. Once inside, she ordered a drink at the bar (Mariana declined) and claimed her favorite booth, one that gave her a clear view of the entrance. She slid into the seat, keeping her back against the wall. Things were much quieter now that the Imperial scum had been routed out, but she’d learned long ago to never let her guard down. The server slid her drink in front of her.

“So,” she said, leaning forward. “Tell me everything, Mrs. Djarin.”

Mariana laughed, her eyes sparkling with mirth. “It all started when he bought me at a slave market …”

Cara nearly choked on her ale. “He bought you?”

Mariana shrugged. “I told you he’s socially awkward,” she said.

Cara relaxed in her seat. She had the feeling she was going to like this woman.

************

The sewers were much the same as he remembered them, but quieter. The covert had never been large, but there had always been some indication of their presence in the tunnels. Now, his footsteps echoed as he made his way toward the Armorer’s forge.

He heard the roar of the fire and the clink of tools long before he reached it. Despite the noise, the Armorer turned immediately when he stepped into the doorway. “I did not expect to see you again so soon,” she said. “Has the foundling been returned to its family?”

“He has found his home,” Din said. “I have brought you something.” He pulled the Darksaber out of his knapsack and held it out toward her.

It was hard to surprise the Armorer, but he felt sure this had done the trick. She tilted her helmet, taking a long moment to inspect the weapon.

“The Darksaber?”

“Yes. I recovered it from Moff Gideon. He is … no longer a threat.”

“Then you are the Mand’alor.” The Armorer bowed her head to him.

“No,” he said. “I’m giving it to you.”

She straightened. “A weapon such as this cannot be given away. It must be taken.”

“Then take it,” he said.

For a long moment, she stood silently, watching him. Neither of them moved, and then she swung her arm, knocking the saber from his hand and catching it before it hit the ground. He stayed still.

“Now I am the Mand’alor,” said the Armorer, thumbing the blade on. The dark blade hummed as she tested the weight of it in her hand.

“And I am no longer a Mandalorian,” Din said, reaching up to unlatch his helmet. In an instant, the Armorer turned off the blade and grabbed his hands.

“Do you know what you are doing?” She asked intently. “If you remove the helmet, you can never put it back on.”

“By that measure, I haven’t been a Mandalorian for a long time,” he said, shrugging off her hands and pulling off the helmet. “My son has seen my face; my wife has seen my face. Now the world can see it, too.”

“This is not the Way,” the Armorer said.

“It is not your Way, but it is mine,” Din said. He began to remove his armor and lay it on the work table beside the forge. “I no longer have a need for armor. Use the beskar for the Foundlings. This is the Way.”

“This is the Way,” the Armorer said, softly, picking up one of the pieces. “Are you sure?”

Din nodded. “Beskar belongs to the Mando’ade, not a dar’manda like me.” He continued to remove his armor, stacking the plates neatly. When he was finished, he looked up at her. “I only ask for this: make me two rings. I promised my riddur a wedding ring.” He pulled a bit of string out of his pocket. “I measured her finger; you can measure mine. I trust no one else to make this for me.”

The Armorer took the piece of string and curled it around her own gloved finger. “Small,” she said.

“Her heart is big,” he said.

“I will do as you ask, but I insist you keep more than two rings worth of beskar.” She pulled out the pauldron that held the Mudhorn signet. “Keep this as well, for your son. As a remembrance of you when you are long gone and he still continues. His species is long-lived, is it not?”

“Yes,” Din said, taking the pauldron and tucking it into his knapsack. “And thank you.”

“You have returned the Darksaber to the Mando’ade. You have made me the Mand’alor. It is I who should thank you.” She picked up his helmet and turned it in her hands. “Keep this as well. Hang it on your wall. You can tell everyone you took it from a great Mandalorian warrior.”

Din slipped the helmet into the knapsack as well. “How long will it take to make the rings?” He asked quietly.

“Not long,” she said, already selecting a piece of armor to take the beskar from. “An hour. Less if you stop talking.”

Din chuckled. “I’ll just get out of your way, then.” He slipped away to change into the civilian clothes at the bottom of his knapsack. He’d walked into the tunnels a Mandalorian; he was going to walk out as himself.

*******************

“Are you sure you don’t want a beer?” Cara said, waving the barkeeper over to refill her own cup.

“It’s tempting, but I can’t,” said Mariana said with a small smile. Cara was puzzled for a moment — which had nothing to do with the three beers she’d already consumed — until the coin dropped.

“Oh! Oh. Way to go, Mando,” she said. This was turning out to be one of her favorite days ever. She was going to have so much ammunition to razz Mando with. And Mariana … she could see why Mando had fallen for her. The woman was smart, a bit sassy, and very, very funny.

“So, tell me,” Cara asked. “Does the helmet stay on …”

Mariana smacked her arm. “No more drinks for you.”

Cara laughed. She’d deserved that. “Okay, okay, but seriously? What’s under all that beskar?”

Before Mariana could answer, Cara’s attention was drawn by a newcomer to the cantina. The man seemed vaguely familiar, but she couldn’t place his face. He surveyed the room as he came in, then headed straight for their booth. Cara sat up, suddenly alert. He didn’t look threatening, no visible weapons, but she hadn’t stayed alive this long by trusting anyone.

Before she could make a move toward her blaster, the green kid started bouncing up and down on his seat. “Da! Da! Da!”

The man laughed, a broad smile crinkling his brown eyes, as he slid into the booth next to Mariana and pulled the kid into his lap.

“Mando?” Cara gasped.

He slid one arm around Mariana’s shoulders. “Not anymore, Cara,” he said. “I’m just Din Djarin now.”

He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out his fist. He opened it to reveal two shiny silver rings, one slightly larger than the other. The kid’s eyes widened and he made a grab for them, but Mando (no, Djarin) moved his hand out of reach.

“Uh uh, these are for Mommy and Daddy,” he said. “I’ve got some beskar for you in the bag.”

The kid pouted a little, but then gave Cara a sneaky little grin. She gave him a salute with one finger while she finished her drink.

Djarin slipped the smaller ring on Mariana’s finger, and she slid the other onto his. “Aww, how disgustingly romantic,” Cara said when she saw the dopey grins on their faces. They both shot her a look that was so identical she lost it. “Oh, stars, you two were made for each other,” she laughed.

This was definitely her favorite day. Ever.

[kalinara]

I miss Cara Dune.

I don’t miss Gina Carano, mind you.  Except for the fact that I find her smoking hot, physically speaking.  But I firmly believe that the powers that be did the right thing by firing her/letting her go.  

But I do miss Cara as a character.  I just keep imagining her reaction to “Din Grogu” and the idea that Din let her get his name backwards for literal years at this point.  It would have been hilarious.

[mac-darf]

Mandalorian Season 3 was pretty good. Significantly better than season 2 and Novel of Boob Feet but holy shit. That finale was ass.

Here's the main issues with me:

-Uhh fucking. There was setup for the New Republic to be enemies with the Mandalorians. Obviously the Mandalorian didn't bust Gideon out but how come the New Republic knew that. Why didn't they launch some kinda attack against them. Imagine if Hitler was arrested by the British, then he went missing and the only evidence lead to the French. Now a French General walks into a British military base and goes "Oh yeah I killed Hitler btw". That's basically when Din did with the New Republic it's INSANE. Ik they're lazy but that cliffhanger with the prison transport should have done something.

-So Grogu was his last name??? Why did Ahsoka ask for his last name and not his first? Does he have a first? Ik Yoda was Yoda's last name but is that a thing for his species? Was Yaddle her last name? Din Grogu is a lame name.

-They should really just recast Cara Dune her absence in this show is kinda super noticeable. Instead of Mando meeting her to ask for work with the New Republic (his old and personal friend) he went to ask a cop who pulled him over twice and asked him for a favor once. Bizarre.

-Is Gideon actually dead? If he is that's cool. I wouldn't have expected that. If not then fuck but like. What's season 4 gonna be. Why didn't Mando live on Mandalore and instead chose a house in bog. Is he stupid?

-Why was last week's episode called "The Spies". There was no spy at all. What the fuck is happening.

-Dark Saber broke which thank fucking GOD I'm over that over hyped pos. But I do wonder why Bo Katan's group follows her now. Seems like they only did it bc she had it. Now she doesn't.