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_Period. (Din Djarin x reader)

_The Journey (Din Djarin x reader x Boba Fett)

-pt 1

(I'm gonna be completely honest, I have no idea where this was initially supposed to be headed so idk if I'll ever get back to it but who knows??)

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Summary: Kinktober Day 9 — Double Penetration with Boba Fett and Din Djarin Pairing: Boba Fett/Reader/Din Djarin; fem!reader with no mentions of her appearance. Rating: Explicit, 18+ (Younglings, foundlings, and cadets BEGONE!) Warnings: Explicit sexual content, smut; Double penetration, unprotected PIV, unprotected PIA (PRACTICE SAFE SEX), creampie, breast and nipple play, pred/prey kink, dirty talk, mention of filming and taking photos, mention of oral (m and f!receiving), objectification if you squint, dom/sub dynamics, mention of a safeword and the color system, polyamory, Din’s helmet comes off, porn with plot because I’m physically incapable of not including it, language.  Word Count: 3.6k

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You were used to staring down a target. You were used to being stared down. Whether you met their eyes head on or were staring into the visor of a helmet, or the bulk of a pair of goggles, the stare down was a tool you had long mastered. What you weren't used to, however, was how he made you feel like prey under his stare. You were a bounty hunter, and a fucking good one. You were the hunter. The predator. You stared others down and they were the ones who broke.

But this... With him...

The T of his hud was familiar to you. You knew the sight and weight of it better than you knew yourself. And it never failed to press into you every single fucking time. It always pressed into you and pinned you down like a trapped bounty who'd just come to the realization that there was no way out. The black of the hud was as good as binders on your wrists, and the shine of the beskar was as good as carbonite, the way it froze you in place.

And when he lifted his helmet, it only got worse. The shade of his brown eyes was darkened and blown wide with lust as he stared you down, hungry and ready to fucking pounce.

You had never felt more like prey than you did when he stared at you. And because it was him, you fucking loved it.

But the man behind you was quick to remind you that he was there too, and he had you in his grasp. He could do with you as he wished. And right now, he was the one who had you pinned down, your back plastered along his thick chest, your legs spread wide by his thighs. Spread open for the warrior in front of you.

He had you held in his strong hands, grasping your hips and holding you down with his thick cock encased in your ass.

"I think Djarin likes this sight," Boba chuckled in your ear. He thrusted his hips just the tiniest bit, but it was enough to make you gasp as his cock stretched you. "Maybe I should set my helmet up to record this one day. Send it to him so he can remember what he's missing on long hunts."

You couldn't move, and even if you wanted to squirm or twitch or thrust your hips, Boba wouldn't have allowed it. His strength held you firmly in place, and you were unable to do anything but lay there on his chest and feel the stretch of him in your ass. You tried your absolute best not to moan, or squirm, or give any indication that you liked the idea he'd so flippantly teased both you and Din with. Because you were not a needy partner. You weren't!

. . .

Okay, you were. And even with Boba buried deep inside you, you could see the tenting of Din's pants, and you wanted him too. With these men, nothing was ever enough. They were never enough. Everything they did to you, whether it was fucking your throat until your voice was hoarse, or pounding your cunt so hard you could barely stand, or eating you so good you literally squirted on their face, giving them even more to dive into, it was never fucking enough.

You and Boba had known each other since you were teenagers. Practically kids. You both had been forced to grow up and fight and scrape and kick and hunt before you were barely teenagers. And by the time you were adults, you both had made names for yourselves as some of the best bounty hunters in the galaxy.

You'd met Boba Fett when you were still young. He was a bit older than you, and already renowned through the Outer Rim, and you'd swiped a bounty out from right under his feet.

He'd been planning to kill you for it when he finally tracked you down, but upon meeting you and seeing someone not terribly younger than he was, he let you off with a warning to never fucking do that again.

And who were you to deny yourself, and him, that sort of challenge?

It had become a game to you both. You'd swipe his bounties, he'd track you down and threaten you. Then he'd swipe your bounties, and you'd retaliate by knocking him on his ass in a fight. And after about a decade of back and forth and skirting around each other and taunts and having honest-to-god fun with it, he'd fucked you for the first time.

The game continued. But after that, any time you stole a job of his and he caught you, he fucked you so hard he knew you'd never forget it. And any time you beat his ass, even with that beskar of his, he let you pin him down in Slave 1 and swallow his cock until he physically couldn't cum anymore.

You'd been devastated by the news of his death. Of all the people you'd thought would fall, Boba Fett had never been one of them.

You'd thrown yourself back into the work. Bounty hunting was a profession that never ran dry. There was always a bail jumper to find. A war criminal to track down. A murderer to bring to justice. A thief to steal and lock away. A missing person to locate.

That's when you'd met Din. Or Mando, as you'd known him at the time.

It had been hard to work with him at first, and yet it had been some sort of selfish relief for you. The sight of a figure in beskar had been both painful and sweet. But Mando had been so different from Boba that it honestly made it easier for you that first time you'd teamed up. When you'd both been issued the same puck, rather than grapple over the bounty, Mando had offered to share it. It had taken you off guard, having never met a bounty hunter willing to share before. You'd ended up agreeing just to see if he'd follow through with it.

And he had.

Mando had impressed you. He was just as competent and fierce as Boba had been. Imposing and strong and downright scary when he wanted to be. But he had also just been so polite, and borderline soft-spoken. Where Boba had always been happy to go back and forth with you, Mando was content to simply listen. He could be a painfully quiet man, and it was only after almost a year of knowing each other and occasionally working together that Din had let some of his deadpan, dry humor show.

And by then, you had fallen for him.

Just like you had fallen for Boba.

You'd never been brave enough to tell Boba how you felt. But with Mando, you became terrified of making that same mistake. And though it had taken a while to find the words, you'd eventually told Mando the truth.

He'd whispered his name to you. Din. And fucked you so sweetly it had brought tears to your eyes.

He'd rarely fucked you that sweetly since.

You eventually shared everything with him. Your past, your past with Boba (the fact that Din hadn't known who he was had been both the most hilarious and baffling thing you'd ever heard), and he'd accepted it. And proceeded to blindfold you and eat you out until you cried from overstimulation as a thank you for thrusting him.

So when Boba had showed up on Tython, not only saying that he'd survived a sarlacc but looking like it too, it had been a shock to both you and Din.

A shock that turned into a slightly awkward reunion, then a startlingly easy, powerful team-up, then a friendship, then a friendship full of tension.

Until Din had forced all three of you to acknowledge the change. And to either embrace it or let it pass by.

The three of you had thoroughly embraced it.

Which led you to now, with you impaled on Boba's cock, naked and dripping, and practically drooling at the sight of Din.

"I think our girl wants something," Boba observed dryly. He thrusted his hips just the tiniest bit again, and you had to bite your lip not to make a sound.

"Then she should use her words," Din responded. His voice rasped with lust at the sight before him. A glorious sight. A tempting sight.

"Hear that?" Boba rumbled into your ear. You craned your neck back, craving his touch. It made him chuckle and press a quick kiss to your shoulder. "Use your words."

It took all you had to unclench your jaw, swallowing the moan that automatically wanted to sound. "... Please... Want you, Din..."

Din nearly groaned at your voice and need. You looked so good like this, spread eagle before him, offered to him, your second hole stuffed full, blossoming and stretching around Boba's thick cock. Your breasts were bare and nipples puffy with need. Your neck stretched into a tantalizing curve, and your mouth was open with pleasure and want. Din could see you trembling a little, kept torturously in place by Boba's strength when all you wanted was to be wrecked.

Din wasn't able to deny you anything, but he couldn't help teasing you a little longer.

He couldn't help teasing you both.

"Sounds like you're not enough for our girl, Fett."

Your mouth went dry while your cunt gushed at the words, but all Boba did was chuckle.

"Careful, Djarin. Or I'll make you watch for a week."

You weren't sure if that was more of a punishment for you or Din, but neither of you liked the idea of that.

"That's what I thought. Now get over here and help me ruin our girl."

This time, you couldn't hide the moan those words forced out of you. And Din needed no further encouragement.

Boba simply chuckled again.

Only when he was completely bare did Din finally approach. You swallowed hard at the sight of him, from the sinew of his thighs to the fluffiness of his hair, from the hungry gleam in his eyes to the scars decorating his body, from the predatory gait of his steps, to the dark hair on his chest, leading all the way down to his swollen cock, bouncing with every step he took.

Din climbed onto the bed, leaning over you and making your breath hitch.

Just in time for him to kiss you. Softly. Tenderly. And you couldn't help smiling into it.

"Okay, cyar'ika?" he asked.

"With you home, how could I not be?" you said.

Din smiled too, pressing another quick kiss to your lips.

"Going soft on us, Djarin?" Boba quipped behind you. You smothered a giggle. Din had always had a measure of softness in his love that Boba didn't, and you were endlessly amused at how Boba continued to pretend he didn't like it.

Good thing both you and Din knew better.

"Just for that, I'm not kissing you," Din shot back, exchanging a grin with you.

You couldn't see it, but you just knew Boba's jaw had ticked.

"Get to work, Djarin," Boba just said instead. "Our girl's a little too coherent for my tastes."

Din looked at you, a smirk playing on his lips. He shrugged a little. "You heard the boss."

You scoffed, about to mention that last you checked, Din was technically Mand'alor, but Din's fingers had suddenly found your cunt, swiping through your slick and thoroughly silencing you.

Din groaned at how wet you were, his cock instantly twitching at the feel of your juice on his fingers.

"How long has she been like this?" Din asked Boba.

"Is our girl never not wet and ready for us?" Boba replied.

You whimpered a little, eyes squeezing closed and cheeks hot with mortification and arousal.

Din chuckled darkly in agreement, slick fingers coming up to touch your face. You opened your eyes automatically at the touch, and the feel of your own wetness smearing on your skin.

"What do you want, cyar'ika?" Din asked.

The locking of your eyes with his made it hard to breathe, let alone speak. But you forced yourself, swallowing hard to wet your mouth.

"Want you, Din," you said, somewhere between a whisper and a plea. "Want you inside me."

"Want me to fuck this cunt?" he said, voice just as quiet as yours had been. His slick fingers slipped into your mouth, and you swirled the flavor of yourself on your tongue. "Want me to fuck your cunt while Fett fucks your ass?" You whimpered around his fingers. "Want us to ruin you?"

Din's fingers popped from your mouth, and you gasped. "Yes!" you breathed, nearly begged. "Yes, please!"

"Such good manners," Boba praised. His thighs still locked your legs in place, keeping them nice and wide open for Din. "But be careful what you wish for."

Din's smile was just as dark as Boba's words.

Din didn't even bother slipping his fingers inside you to do more than gather your wetness, spreading it on his cock with a groan. Your eyes never left him, following the strokes eagerly. Your breasts heaved with every anticipatory breath you took, and Din pressed a kiss to the swell of one as he climbed back over you.

"Remember the safeword?" he asked.

You nodded.

"Say it," Boba said.

"Ge'tal."

Mando'a, for "red."

"Good," Boba said. His hands left your hips for the first time, stroking up to your waist. "Now, be a good girl and hold still."

You gulped, trembling with anticipation as Din lined himself up, and slowly pushed in.

The stretch was incredible, and though you'd done this before, taken both your partners together, it still choked the air out of you every single time. Din's soothing voice reminded you to breathe in, and Boba's hands stroked your skin soothingly.

When Din was fully seated inside you, you all groaned loudly. Din would never, never be used to the feel of you, how tight you squeezed him. How wondrously you fit him, that perfect cunt of yours practically sucking him inside you. Nor would he ever get used to the rub of Boba's cock, just barely separated from his by a thin wall of skin.

Boba groaned at the weight of you on top of him, a weight he absolutely loved. And the sight of the blissed expression on Din's face as he sheathed himself inside you. And the squeeze of you around him, Din's cock making you just that much tighter.

And you — Boba had gotten what he wanted. You were barely coherent. How could you be? Both men knew your body as intimately as they knew their own, as they knew each other's. These men could wreck and work you like no one else ever could, and with them both stretching and stuffing you full, working together to ruin you in a way they knew you loved, you were practically done for already.

Din smirked a little. The visual of you like this — impaled upon him and Boba, so thoroughly cockdumb — was a visual that he planned to live with forever.

And with a tiny nod from Boba, he slowly pulled out. And as he did so, Boba raised you by your waist, lifting you off of his cock.

You moaned so beautifully as they did.

And you moaned so beautifully again when Boba sank you back down and Din thrust back into your cunt.

The rhythm started slow. It usually did, the men letting you relax into the feeling of taking both of them. You always took them so gorgeously, so perfectly, and with a whisper of "Vorpan," Mando'a for "green," they knew you were ready.

The moans you had tried so hard to swallow earlier fully escalated into cries of ecstasy as your partners pounded into your holes. At first in sync, then in an oscillating rhythm that meant you were never without a cock inside you. As Din withdrew, Boba thrust in, and as Boba relaxed his thrusting hips and thighs, Din speared into you. You registered their voices, both encouraging and praising and moaning with pleasure, but none of the words truly made it through the garble of bliss clouding your entire being.

A sharp little yank on your nipple from Boba made you yelp. It brought your focus to the words being said. And you realized they actually weren't talking to you at all.

"Listen to that cunt," Boba was saying. His chest rippled against your back, and he gave your nipple a soothing little rub.

Din was braced over you, encasing your body as he worked in and out of you. His lip curled up as he ground out, "Best cunt in the galaxy."

You whined between them, listening to the lewd squelching of your own arousal as Din soaked himself in it. Your hips twitched with each new wave of slick that gushed out of you and spilled down to pool over Boba's girth. You felt so overwhelmed, stuffed absolutely full and stretched to your limits, and yet it wasn't enough.

With Din and Boba, it was never fucking enough.

And as Din and Boba worked in and out of you, trading dirty little comments about your cunt and ass and the bounce of your tits, about their cockdumb little sleeve, about how good you looked stuffed full, about how you weren't going to be able to walk tomorrow, about how your greedy little holes couldn't get enough of them, and how maybe they should both fuck your cunt next time, or both fuck your ass, all you could do as lay there, pinned between them, and take it.

One of Boba's hands squeezed around your tit, rolling and kneading it, presenting it to Din, who swiftly leaned down to suck your nipple into his mouth.

You cried out, one hand reaching back to grasp at Boba while the other flew to clutch Din's hair.

"There we go," Boba said. His voice had deepened as he grew closer and closer to the edge. "You know she loves it when we play with those tits."

Din hummed around you, his tongue tweaking your bud and making you shake underneath him.

Boba reached down, finding your clit. You nearly screamed as he rubbed it furiously.

You were so close, so fucking close, and how you hadn't cum yet was blowing your hazy mind, so fucked and filled with bliss you were reduced to nothing but broken cries of pleasure.

Three more thrusts. Three more thrusts from your partners was all it took to throw you over the edge.

"Boba! Din!"

And you came hard.

Seizing between them, your entire body clenched with ecstasy. Your cunt turned into a vice around Din, and he grunted as you clamped down around him and practically ripped his own orgasm out of him. Thrusting into you as hard and far as he could, Din came, his seed spurting out of him and stuffing you full.

And when Boba heard Din's guttural groan, and felt the furious clenching of you around him, he wasn't far behind. Burying himself in you as far as he could and yanking you down on top of him, Boba exploded inside your ass.

You climax dragged you in its wake for what felt like hours, but finally, the muscles in your body released, and your body practically gave out, sinking into Boba's front. Every muscle felt like it had been turned to jelly, and trembled in the aftermath of your high.

Din pulled out from you as gently as he could, his own legs feeling a little shaky as he kneeled beside you on the bed.

"Gonna lift you now, princess," Boba was saying. "On three..."

Together, he and Din lifted you up gently, until Boba's softening cock slid out of your ass. You were so worn out you could barely even wince at the sudden empty feeling.

But you reacted with a teasing little smirk as you heard Din and Boba's simultaneous groans, knowing you were gaping. Then, with a gentle clench, you elicited another groan from them as they watched Din's spend slowly trickle out of you.

"I'll start the bath," Din murmured. You continued to smirk as he struggled to tear himself away from the both of you. But he eventually stood, pressing matching kisses to yours and Boba's cheeks and disappearing into the fresher.

Boba began to massage your thighs.

"Feeling okay?" he rumbled, nuzzling into your neck from where he was now laying beside you. You hummed and smiled softly, eyes fluttering closed.

"Not sure how I'll be walking tomorrow," you said, making Boba chuckle, "but I'm okay."

Boba hummed and kissed you. You curled into him, tangling your tongue with his.

When he pulled away, your breaths mingled.

"You better recover quick, princess," he said, quietly, conspiratorially, "because Din just got home. And I think that merits something a little more... focused, on him."

A spike of heat shot through you at the suggestion, and your lips quirked into a salacious little smirk.

"I agree."

Din came back into the bedroom right at that moment. He had to pause at the sight of you two, his partners, tangled together in the aftermath of what he thought was a perfect homecoming.

But with the way you looked up at him, with a hungry, hooded gaze through fluttering lashes, and the way Boba lounged, eyebrow quirked just enough to be noticeable, Din felt his mouth go dry.

The night wasn't over yet.

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Can I be honest for a second and say that one of my biggest fanfiction pet peeves is when someone will write their character or the reader insert as someone who should in theory be really badass (for example a Jedi or a Mandalorian, or an Avenger, or a soldier/fighter in general) and then make them really weak and basically not be able to handle themselves at all? Like come on realistically these mfs should be able to kill someone. Maybe this is just me being a girl who isn't girly, but I just want a character like this who can actually defend themselves and doesn't cry and need to be picked up by their s/o all the time.

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HISTORY, HUH?

Din Djarin x Reader, Boba Fett x Reader (small teaser)

DESCRIPTION: When you get injured by a bounty, Din takes you to Mos Espa to get help from an old comrade. AKA; Din gets jealous when he finds out you and Boba have history.

WARNINGS: Discussions of injuries involving blood, descriptions of jealous behaviour, references to smut 🔞 but not explicitly written, references to gun use (ahem blaster use!), mentions thoughts of torture (just readers imagination), kissing, mentions of panic underwater, Din being clingy af, established relationship with Din, past history with Boba, a sprinkle of angst, unrequited love.

Dividers by @saradika-graphics 🚀✨ cover photos from Pinterest

READER does not have a specified gender, they/them pronouns used. Reader is in an established romantic relationship with Din. Reader has parent relationship with Grogu (no gendered title used). Reader does not have a visible disability and has hair long enough to be pulled over their shoulder.

“I know this one,” Boba speaks, his eyes on your unconscious body, focused intently on your pained expression in a deep slumber. Din lifts his gaze, analysing the fellow bounty hunter uneasily. Din’s gloved hand rests instinctively on top of yours, laid flat against your stomach, his eyes darkening behind his helmet, unable to read his comrades face behind his own green weathered mask.

“In what regard?” Din speaks, his own tone scaring him.

Boba’s shoulders relax with a sigh as he looks you over again, “Little troublemaker,” Din hears a hint of playfulness in his words, a hidden note of admiration.

“We’ve crossed paths before. Can’t say I’m surprised to see them in such a predicament,” Boba gestures to your mangled shin and bruised shoulder. “How did this happen?” He asks and Din’s taken aback slightly by his sharp, disapproving tone.

“My bounty. Chased him down an alley, tried to corner him but he had allies. We were cornered and well…they…,” he runs a thumb over the back of your hand, his tone holding a hint of regret, “Well, they stopped him but-“

“Not without injury,” Boba responds, his voice a pitch lower, Din’s head turning once again, apprehending his friend’s sudden anger. Though was Boba’s anger directed towards the bounty or Din himself for putting you in harms way? He couldn’t tell.

“We should get them into the bacta tank immediately,” he lifts his head then, meeting Din’s piercing gaze. Though neither of them could see the others expression, Boba still cocks his head at the mandalorian, a wry smile playing on his lips. “You can trust me, my friend. I have no quarrel with your companion.”

Din hesitates, looking to the end of the room at the large metal windowed casket. “I’d feel more at ease if you explained your history,” he speaks, his head turning back to Boba who adjusts the blaster in his hand almost uncomfortably.

“Not my business to tell. I’d sooner face your wrath than theirs,” he nods to your face again, soft pained murmurs leaving your mouth now. Din squeezes your shoulder very gently, Boba watching him murmur sweet assurances in your ear, his cheeks warming underneath his helmet.

There’s no saying how long the two men stood hovering over your body silently, almost both deliberating how to move you to the bacta tank. Or more so not “how” but “who” would actually carry you there. Din found his hands slipping under your thighs and back, hoisting you against his chest gently, your head falling against the cold metal of his chest piece. You mumbled as he carried you over to the middle of the room. It took a moment for heavy footsteps to follow behind him, a gloved hand tapping buttons to open the glass chamber. Din laid you down into it while Boba watched him, analysing his movements with intrigue.

"If you can hear me, cya'rika," Din softly speaks causing Boba's fingers to stiffen above the control panel, "you are safe. This device should help the healing process. I will be close by. Do not fear. We are with trusted friends.” Din lifts his head almost seeking confirmation for the latter from Boba who nods once firmly. Din takes your hands in his as soft breaths leave your pained lips, he places your hands so that they are overlapping on your chest and then mindlessly taking the breathing mask Boba was holding out to him, placing it over your mouth and nose securely. Din forces himself to pull back from his protective hold against your hands, allowing the capsule to encase your body, filling quickly with the fluid as Boba's configures from the panel.

"How long does it take?" Din asks, his voice weak and rough, his eyes watering at the sight of your body so close yet feeling so far from him.

"Depends upon the injury," Boba starts, his eyes darting between the two of you; the Mandalorian he had come to known as a trusted ally and the trusted ally he had come to know for far more in his heart. "For this injury, perhaps an hour or less. Until then, we can wait in the throne room."

"I will not leave their side," the Mandalorian's words come out thick and unable to be coerced otherwise.

Boba sighs, his eyes back on your injury, the flesh of your ligament already re-growing, "they would not wish for you to stand by and wait. They'll be angry upon awakening if I know anything about their attitude towards injury in battle. There will be an air of shame-"

"It is not THEIR fault," Din argues, feeling an overwhelming sense of grief for allowing this to happen.

"I am not placing blame on anyone," Boba asserts, his voice lowering an octave to indicate to his old comrade that he means no threat. "But as I mentioned before, the...troublemaker and I have history. I know this. They would want you to take care of yourself while the opportunity allows it so that they can heal and awaken when the time is right."

Din shakes his head, his fists clenching, his visor focused solely on you and you alone.

He knows Boba is right.

You never did fare well when you got injured during a bounty hunt. You were self-deprecating, kicking yourself that you could have done better. It took the soft side of Din to convince you that you were good enough to fight alongside him. HIM who you called the best of the best, "a true warrior that I could only long to compare to. The fight is your religion. Your creed has taught you well." With all the sweet words of praise you've whispered to Din both in casual passing and intimately in the dark confines of your shared bunk, Din can only try to offer you the same but where he may excel in battle, he lacks in performance of admiration.

One which he vows to improve upon when you awaken.

"Fine," Din responds just when Boba's defeated steps move towards the large entryway.

"We will wait."

Some time later...

"Din..." you had started, grasping for your second blaster at your thigh. "There's another one-"

You are awaken abruptly with a jolt at the blaring sound of blaster fire colliding in your head. Your eyes widen, stinging and only allowing a fog of vision when you thrash suddenly, your hands thrusting forward, palms hitting a wall that you shove at mindlessly.

You're in water.

Or at least some sort of fluid.

Your movements are slowed. Your eyes blinking uncomfortably. There's some sort of mask over the lower half of your face, allowing air bubbles to escape above you.

You try to calm, your heart beating unsteadily.

One minute you were being shot at, the next you were here.

Where the kriff was Din? Grogu?

You moan out loud, trying to make some noise, your palms attempting to hit the wall blocking you from escaping.

Did they get hurt? Did Grogu get taken? Or were you captured and now laying in some sort of torture device awaiting your inevitable demise? What if Grogu was being dissected and Din was being beaten to death in the next room?

Fuck no. Calm. Calm down.

You close your eyes. Allowing your arms to drop slowly in the surrounding liquid.

Jumping to conclusion. Panicking solves nothing. I think better when I'm relaxed, you tell yourself, slowly but surely letting your fingers graze the surrounding hard bubble finding sharp edges beside your body.

There has to be a way out from the inside, you think.

Just when the panic returns, thoughts of Din hanging unconscious nearby or your sweet son laying on a ice cold table, your finger slips on something square and hard, causing a red light to blare in the liquid and a sudden suction sound to drag all the fluid down from your body. Your hands move quickly then, yanking at the mask over your mouth, the wall that you now realise was a windowed case, slides open. You cough, your hands going instinctively to your abdomen and leg, fingers smoothing over your skin exposed by the gaping rips in your clothing where the shots burnt through.

Healed.

Your eyes widen. Not a single mark of evidence that you were even shot to shit to begin with. Your neck snaps up, your eyes blinking away the remaining fluid taking in the room.

Wait...I know this place. Don't I? That banner.

Two banners hang from the stone ceiling above a large arched entry baring an embroidered signet you're all too familiar with.

"Well fuck," you say out loud, a grin plastering your lips.

You swing your legs off the side of the strange coffin-like device, your eyes overlooking it with a quirked brow. You slip off the side, wobbling slightly on numb legs, pins and needles in your feet as you wiggle your toes to rid of the discomfort.

Your legs carry you drunkenly from the room and under the large moss green banners, allowing one last grin to grace your features. You're not taking any notice of the water staining the stone floor with puddles as you pass through familiar rooms, carrying your fatigued body past a simple throne. You roll your eyes at it momentarily, a smirk on your lips when you stop at the sight in front of you.

Two visors snap to attention in your direction, standing in alarm at your unexpected presence.

“Huh,” you say with intrigue, overlooking the two men opposite each other at a table.

Grogu in the middle stuffing his face with soup, making a squeal of happiness when he sees you.

“This is a sight I never thought I’d see,” you murmur loud enough for them to hear, approaching the table while they both round it, Din more hurriedly than the green armoured man hovering near his abandoned chair.

Your full attention taken by the green bean making grabby hands your way, your smile gracing your features as Din manoeuvres your wet hair from your cheek and tucks it behind your ear.

“Are you well?” He speaks, gaze flashing to Boba whose busy looking over your exposed leg and stomach.

“I am, hey baby,” you soothe when approaching your small son, lifting Grogu from his high chair and bouncing him on your side when he takes your face into his hands, babbling a mix of mando’a and nonsense.

“Yes I’m okay, bean. I feel a lot better now. Please don’t worry,” your head lifts but it’s not Din who catches your attention, it’s the other armoured man, stood to your left, his wandering gaze lifting to your own.

“Boba,” you nod and he does the same back.

“Star-shine,” he speaks back and you don’t miss the way Din’s body turns rigid at the pet name.

You scoff, stifling a chuckle, “can’t remember the last time you called me that.”

Din’s hand slips to your side, gently tugging you further into him, his beskar cold to the touch against your wet skin.

You look up at him in surprise.

Din rarely instigated affection in the presence of others. It was then you realise he hadn’t turned his head from Boba, staring him down through his visor.

You’re distracted by what seems to be the growing tension between both men until you feel softness sliding over your bare shoulders, hands gently tugging the material around your body.

You smile.

“Fennec,” your body turns to meet a familiar grin, hands sliding around your wet hair to pull it over the blanket.

“You caused quite the worry,” she notes with amusement, her eyes glancing between the two warriors and back to you with raised brows.

Your cheeks burn when you realise neither helmet has turned back to you. Though unable to see their expressions, you had a feeling you didn’t need to.

“Din?” You try and sure enough the visor tilts back to you immediately, his stiff body relaxing and moulding into yours again. His fingers clutch your side.

“Mesh’la?” You look down uncomfortably at your wet clothes but before Din can respond, his shoulders lifting in realisation of what you’re asking, another voice cuts in.

“The trunk in your chambers houses some of your wares,” you mentally groan, watching Din’s body stiffen again.

Boba continues without a beat, “I’ll escort you.”

Fennec hides a smile when Din incapacitates.

“We’ll manage,” his hand taking yours possessively and wandering off towards a hallway just behind.

Fennec calls after, “on the right,” watching you both disappear and watching you get dragged into the room with a bewildered expression at the steel back in front of you.

She turns and looks back at the green helmet, dropping his visor from your direction back to her raised brows, “really?”

"It's been awhile," you say without a beat, tugging the long leather jacket over your figure, a shiver running up you while you stand outside in front of the palace.

“I didn’t think you would return,” the aged modulator responds.

Boba turns from his stance in the middle of the path up to the palace gate, his visor focusing in on you.

You allow a small smile to grace your lips as you walk to his side, watching the people of Mos Espa go about their daily markets.

“Not of my own choice anyway,” you tease and smile to yourself when the older man falls silent, his visor back on the market stalls.

Din had gone to fetch the Crest. You had offered to walk the short distance to it just on the outskirts of the town but your still uneasy figure had Din retaliating immediately and with a pressured look at Fennec who stood near the entryway to your room smiling curiously, he ordered her to watch over you while he went to retrieve the ship.

That was only a few minutes ago.

You left Fennec to babysit Grogu much to her narrowed gaze at the small child and her initial refusal. You had stifled an amused laugh when you left them to retrieve some fresh clothes and found her walking him around the palace rooms showing him artefacts from travels and battles. It gave you the opportunity to slip away to get some air. Grateful to have a moments peace since being encased in that tomb you now learned was a bacta tank.

“Thank you, by the way,” you spoke up, noticing the way Boba’s shoulders relaxed slightly under his rigid armor. “You didn’t have to help but you did. I’m grateful and in your debt if you ever need anything.”

“I think we’re past owing each other debts whenever one of us saves the others life. Would you not agree, star-shine?”

You smile slips only momentarily, “you’re angry at me?”

“No,” it comes out rushed and slightly raised. Boba falls silent a moment and you know he’s deliberating the delivery of his words before speaking them aloud. As was his nature as ruler of Mos Espa.

“Star-shine,” Boba spoke and you couldn’t mistake the way it shook slightly.

You turned looking to him.

“I know you are a wanderer. Content with roaming the planets to your own leisure but please do not forget that you have a home here in Mos Espa. In our home.”

He punctured the word “our” and you swear you saw the way his helmet tipped to the silver one you were now well aware of looming behind you silently.

Boba clears his throat, “at least, remember to visit when you have some time. I know Fennec would be grateful to see you. She’s very fond of you.”

You smile.

You understand what he means.

This isn’t about Fennec.

“I’ve missed you too, Boba,” you smile and you watch as his visor turns to the bustling market nearby like before, “and again thank you for answering Din’s distress call.” You turn your head, meeting the silver visor now looking down at you, a gloved hand seeking yours, “and allowing me use of your bacta tank. I know how important that device is for you. You look well.”

Boba turns back then and you notice the way his previously hunched shoulders relax slightly at your informality of which he wasn’t sure he could share with you.

“And you?” Boba inquires, his visor dancing between you and Din. “You are well?”

You are happy and safe with this Mandalorian companion you seek refuge with?

You nod, a peaceful expression on your face as your fingers intertwine with the gloved one tightening in your grip.

“You have history,” Din mentions, trying to seem nonchalant about prying for the information he so desperately needs to know.

You were both back in hyperspace now. The reunion pleasant but short-lived. You felt a small ache in your chest, missing the familiarity of the planet you were speeding away from but there was a relief too being back on the Crest.

“Somewhat,” you respond with a shrug, rocking Grogu to sleep in your arms, his small green hand clutching your shirt.

“He wouldn’t tell me how you knew each other,” Din added, pressing buttons to get the ship into auto pilot.

You smile, “probably didn’t want to upset you.”

Din turns in his chair then, swiftly, his boots stopping the full turn harshly against the floor of the ship as he meets your gaze.

“Did he hurt you?”

You laugh in response causing his cheeks to redden.

“More like the other way around,” you grin.

“Oh, what did he do?” Din asks and you clock the obvious innocent tone he’s implying, knowing full well he’s desperate for information.

You humor him. “Ner kar’ta,” you begin making Din’s heart race at his language gracing your lips, “it’s endearing how much you trust that I wouldn’t harm someone without reason. You truly think me so innocent?”

Din sways slightly in his chair, distracted by your beauty, his lips tugging up mirroring the smirk on your lips.

“To ease you, it was at the start of our relationship. It was how we met.”

You let off there. Not speaking another word, waiting for Din to press you further.

“Tell me,” his words reach your ears, oh so quiet and sweet.

You fight a smile.

“If you must know, I shot him.”

You giggle and Din sits forward with immediate interest.

“Why?” he asks.

You elaborate.

“At the time, I was seeking passage on a supply ship. One of which Boba and his allies choose to infiltrate. Of course he thought me a threat and of course I thought him a common pirate so we had a stand off which resulted in me shooting him point blank in the abdomen. Fennec appeared then. It seemed she saw right through me and stepped between us. She explained that the real pirates were these people that I was travelling with and I agreed to assist them for a price. Enough money for off planet travel to Naboo. She agreed, on Boba’s behalf and much to his rejection might I add. It seems Fennec took a liking to me.”

“A rare thing,” Din adds and you nod.

“So we took control of the ship. It was rather simple. They already trusted me of course. We landed it in Mos Espa and I assisted Fennec with getting Boba to aid. I housed with them for some time. Safe to say we didn’t like each other to start but with time, a sort of friendship happened.”

“And more?” Din asks quietly.

“Are you jealous, Din Djarin?” You ask, causing him to evade your intense gaze, head turning from you.

“I don’t mind if you are. I rather like jealousy on you, ner riduur.”

Din’s head flashes back to you.

It’s the first time you’ve used that term and one Din has yearned for quite some time since you started travelling and establishing a relationship, parenting Grogu between you.

“I just…I know it isn’t my business,” Din sighs, “but I just need to know if-“

“We only kissed, my love. That’s all,” you smile reassuringly.

Din doesn’t like any mention of the fellow Bounty Hunter touching you but his body does relax at the thought of the two of you progressing no further than a brief kiss. Though, the way Boba looked upon you and spoke to you betrayed any thoughts that whatever the older man saw of you was anything far from platonic.

“He confessed his feelings for me,” you add, grinning at the look of surprise you know would be plastered on Din’s face.

“I know I was shocked too.”

Din’s cheeks blaze, he’s always taken aback when you can tell how he’s reacting under his helmet.

Your smile slips, “I felt bad though.”

Din remains silent, knowing there is more to this story that you need to get off your chest.

“I’ve never seen him that vulnerable before. He’s usually so stoic. It wasn’t like I must confess, I have developed feelings for you. You know how he can be all formal and shit, yeah well, nothing like that. He was genuinely all like, shit, I think I’m falling for you. I don’t fucking know why.”

Din shakes his head in shock at what you’re saying. None of it sounds like the bounty hunter he fought alongside at all.

You shuffle uncomfortably, trying not to rouse your sleeping child, “There was a lot of cursing, believe it or not. A lot of pacing, his face was as red as the surface of Dathomir. You had to be there. I told Fennec. She didn’t believe me for a second then apparently he started venting to her in the middle of the throne room while they were waiting on a contact to show up because I was leaving the next morning.”

Din speaks the words that have been eating away at his brain while you’ve been recounting the story to him.

“Did you share his affections?” His voice betrays him, trembling at the last syllable.

“I don’t think so?” Your brows furrow, shaking your head in exasperation, “Did my heart flutter a bit when I would watch him in a fight? Yeah it did. I quite like how stern he can be. Makes me think how different he might be intimately but I don’t know, it just seemed more like curiosity than anything else. I still didn’t feel a want to remain in Mos Espa. I wanted to explore, see the universe. With or without him…it didn’t really matter to me.”

“Do you feel that way about me?” Din eagerly responds.

“No,” your answer is immediate, your eyes fixated determinedly on Din’s visor.

He’s silent when you explain.

“When we met, it was more than finding you hot when you beat the shit out of a bounty or curious about how sexy you looked under that helmet.”

Din’s fingers twitch, adjusting his seating position when his lower half feels like it’s tightening against his armor.

“it wasn’t curiosity. It was genuine desire. That’s the difference. It was the desire to wake up to you every day, regardless of what mood you might’ve been in. I craved your praise whenever you would tell me I did a good job watching over Grogu or when you were teaching me how to shoot. My heart still goes crazy whenever you’re even an inch behind me and I can sense your looming figure above me.”

Din’s heart pounds at your words.

“I am so in love with you, Din.”

Your eyes soften with your words.

Your lips plush as the confession he’s already aware of graces your lips once again. Spoken even more beautifully than the first time you had admitted to him, that the time you had spent together meant far more to you than business.

You wanted pleasure too.

You wanted it from him and in every way that he would give it.

And he’d give you anything you asked.

Din stands, his body gravitating to you, taking a knee before your chair.

You drop your head back, closing your eyes and inhaling sharply when you feel the cool metal touch your forehead delicately.

“Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum.”

You can’t fight back the smile twitching at your lips.

“I desire a life with you, Din,” his heart clenches at your words, his fingers brushing your lower back lovingly.

“And our son and whatever other foundlings you would want with me,” you smile shyly at him and he shakes his head with a chuckle.

“Mesh’la…I know you’re not teasing when you say that and I would be lying if I said it wasn’t a desire of mine as well,” your eyes sparkle up at him, surprised by this new information. “But what about seeing the universe? Travelling from planet to planet? Isn’t that what you want before deciding to settle down with me?”

You sigh happily, using your one free arm to slide up past his chest, embracing around his helmet and pulling him closer.

“I’ve seen the universe, Din. I have. I wake up to it everyday. Every time I’m in your arms.” You gaze sweetly through his visor, feeling the way his arms tighten around you.

“Close your eyes.”

An order.

One which you’re more than willing to obey knowing the outcome.

You close your eyes, hearing the sound of metal clattering on the near console before feeling soft lips caressing yours.

!!Bonus Scene!!:

You’re in the cargo hold having since put Grogu to bed, organising food portions in a trunk near Din’s weaponry. You thought the bounty Hunter was busy sat in his flight chair navigating to your next refuge, so it was safe to say you were scared shitless when his modulator sounded close behind you.

“Is he a better kisser than me?”

You smirk but it fades quickly when you turn around to face him towering over you, his body moving closer and crowding you so much your back hits the cold wall of the ship behind you. You take a moment, searching the darkened visor focused on you like prey.

You let a wry smile reach your hot cheeks, batting your eyelashes at him.

“You’ll have to remind me.”

It takes a second for the lights of the ship to go out, plunging you into darkness, a crash of metal against the floor and warm lips meeting yours hungrily.

“Where’s our boy?” He pulls back breathlessly, your heart pacing at the rugged tone of his voice no longer hidden by a modulator.

“In our bunk,” you reply, feeling his ungloved hands on your face, relishing in the feel of his calloused fingers dancing along your jawline. His hands slip down your arms, gently grazing the insides of your wrists making you weak before intertwining your fingers and tugging you back towards the ladder.

“The chair it is then,” Din responds, his hand guiding your lower back now against the ladder crowding up behind you while you remain blind in the dark. His hands taking yours and placing them against the cool metal to guide you up.

[saradika]

STAR WARS - 2024 FIC RECS

a rec list to share and support all the gorgeous fics I read this year. please check these out and support these writers, they are all incredible! 💖

DIN DJARIN X READER

— beautiful release by @prolix-yuy

You and Din have an agreement. Simple, clean, easy. But not this time.

— can't get enough by @pentechnics

— cold, lips blue by @jolapeno

din takes you to see the snow, and then uses his body heat to warm you up.

— common courtesies by @juletheghoul

— i’d look for you by @/jolapeno

din offers you something else in a field of wildflowers

— isn't it by @/jolapeno

at first, it had been you who had found a problem with each one he’d landed at. but, at some point between your clothing being around your ankles, you’re sure he’d begun to find problems with you leaving too.

— lush by @the-scandalorian

mando makes regular visits to the healing baths.

— recalibration by @lowlights

—salted wound by @mrsmando

the mandalorian places his trust in you, and you both reap the rewards.

— what was unspoken, and what we finally said by @flightlessangelwings

— woven in the stars by @raspberrybesitos

Instead of navigating the galaxies, Din is navigating his new home life with Grogu on the ourskirts of Nevarro. In doing so, he meets you - a seamstress in town.

BOBA FETT X READER

— an honest day's work by @daimyosprincess

You have a very special project you want your parents’ contractor, Boba Fett, to work on.

— ex libris by @/daimyosprincess

There's much to be learned from the handsome professor Boba Fett, both about yourself and your pleasure.

— this tender love by @/daimyosprincess

When you’re a little nervous about your first time, Boba helps you get in the right headspace.

— toys don't talk by @murder-wife

After a hard day's work as Daimyo, Boba lets off a little steam while on his throne.

— untrustworthy by @/murder-wife

After running away from an arranged marriage, your parents set the galaxy's most fearsome bounty hunter, Boba Fett, on your trail.

KINO LOY X READER

— i want you to show me weak by @tarabyte3

You're pretty sure Kino Loy hates you. He screams at you, grabs you, and shoves you against the wall, and it's becoming a problem because, well...it shouldn't fluster you as much as it does.

— remember you are half water by @/tarabyte3

Drowning is easy. It's surviving that's hard. Or: After the prison break, you and Kino hide out on Narkina 5.

RUESCOTT MELSHI X READER

— the when by @littlemisspascal

There is a story before, when, and after Keef Girgo enters your life. This is the When.

if you haven’t read these, you need to! and please support these amazing fics & writers by reading, reblogging & commenting! 💕

[flightlessangelwings]

FlightlessAngelWings Kinkotber 2023 Prompt List!

Here it is, the Kinktober Prompt List!!

Compiled by myself and edited/peer reviewed/approved by my bestie @the-purity-pen who had made fantastic prompt lists in the past (and who also made the beautiful graphics for me)!! This list has a little bit of everything from more vanilla to more hardcore prompts so there’s a little something for everyone, or to branch out and try something new if you feel like it!

Write fics, make art, graphics, gifs, moodboards, whatever your heart desires!! Any type of creations are welcome too: reader insert, oc, ships, original works, anything!

Have fun and be creative!!

Below the cut are 31 days of prompts for the month of October! Each day has 3 choices with a free space day on the 31st!

Because of the nature of the event, this is 18+ ONLY! Minors interacting or participating will be blocked!

Please tag me @flightlessangelwings and use the hastag #fawktober2023 and I’ll share your works!

Please use proper warnings in your posts with this event as some of the prompts may not be for everyone. And if you’re doing a reader insert, please work to be inclusive of your writing/art!

No kinkshaming please! I made this list to be varied so there may be things on here you hate. That’s ok! There’s things here that even I don’t like but I designed it that way so there’s something for everyone! But that’s also why tags and warnings are so important!!

Reblog this post so others and find this list and to share the fun!! And don’t forget to reblog other people’s work too throughout October and support each other!!

If none of the prompts for the day speak to you, feel free to pull from another day if you want! Don’t feel pressured at all! Have fun with it!!

List under the cut in graphic and text format!

Banner free to use for your posts with credit to @the-purity-pen 💖

Both dividers by the lovely @saradika ❤️

Love bites * Overstimulation * Impact play

Bath/shower * Public * Knife play

69 * Exhibitionism * Monster au

Thigh riding * Sex pollen * Forced orgasm

Table sex * Threesome * Sensory deprivation

Sexting/phone sex * A/B/O * Bondage

Slow and soft * Partner swap * Spanking

Cockwarming * Temperature play * Rough sex

Role play * Pegging * Hunter/prey

Stripping * Anal * Double penetration

Seduction * Blindfold * Degradation

Formal wear * Glove kink * Gun play

Body worship * Being recorded * Anonymous sex

Tit/nipple play * Object insertion * BDSM

Against a wall * Size kink * Free use

Lap dance * Role reversal * Whipping

Praise kink * Rimming * Tentacles

Masturbation * Squirting * Dacryphilia (crying/emotional release)

Hand job * Voyeurism  * Somnophilia

Sex toys * Orgy/group * Corruption

Romantic sex * Piercings * Hate sex

Voice kink * Virginity * Fisting

Dirty talk * Begging * CNC

Lingerie * Edging * Leather/latex

Mirror sex * Orgasm denial * Breeding

Face sitting * Deep throating * Choking

Food play * Period sex * Wax play

Blowjobs * Intercrural sex * Cock rings

Fingering * Cream pie * Gagging

Cunnilingus * Costumes * Breath play

FREE SPACE

[ceapa-mica]

Me, if my favorite Mandalorian bounty hunter was hunting me down.

[annmaximoff18]

Y/N: You're an idiot Mando, I can do it.

Din: I already told you no

Fennec: Wow, you two sound like an old married couple.

Din: we are not

Y/N: Yes, what's wrong with you? I wouldn't marry this rusty bucket.

Din: Who do you call a rusty bucket?

Fennec: Yes, they sound like an old married couple.

Boba: let's get out of here

[gloomwitchwrites]

Spring 2024 Collection Masterlist

Spring themed stories from across multiple fandoms.

** Indicates a Community Label

Skyrim: (complete) Lavender: Part One // Part Two (Brynjolf x Female Reader)

Brynjolf only ever brings you flowers when he wants something.

Lord of the Rings: (complete) Flower Crown (Aragorn x Female Reader)

During a spring festival in a small village, Aragorn reunites with the woman he’s been missing.

Star Wars: (complete) Greener Things (Din Djarin x Female Reader)

It isn’t until the woman he loves is in danger that Din realizes he’s wanted her all along.

High Stakes (Boba Fett x Female Reader)

Losing a bet with the infamous bounty hunter places you in his control.

Call of Duty: (complete) Easy Access (Task Force 141 x Female Reader)

A short dress is your idea of an invitation for a bit of fun.

ao3 // taglist // main masterlist

taglist:

@padawancat97 @foxxy-126 @km-ffluv @sweetbutpsychobutsweet @singleteapot

@firelightinferno @glitterypirateduck @garfunklevibes2012 @tiredmetalenthusiast @protosslady

@spicyspicyliving @thepetitemandalorian @childofyuggoth @miaraei @coffeecaketornado

@aykxz98 @kayden666 @unhinged-reader-36 @pearljamislife @miss-mistinguett

@keiva1000 @cherryofdeath @pertinentpostmortem @enfppuff @cinnabeanz

@berarenado @saoirse06 @therealbloom @ninman82 @no-oneelsebutnsu

@marispunk @thewulf @hayleybarnesx @lxblm @ferns-fics

@ooldcardigan @beebeechaos @enarien @jade1605 @tulipsun-flower

@nomercyforthewarrior @sw33tsnow @kessi-21 @makayla-666 @lifes-project

@burn1ngw00d @heeheehoohoohahahihi @lulurubberduckie @ravenpoe67 @contractedcriteria

[blxkstar]

I made a Star Wars bounty hunters playlist! This was inspired by the western style the bounty hunters are portrayed in. Please check it out! 🤠🤠🪐🪐🔫🔫

I can bring you in warm, or I can bring you in cold.

[swan-of-sunrise]

Taking Care of Business (Chapter Forty-Seven)

Summary: The grand opening of (Y/N)'s seamstress shop is interrupted by the arrival of an unexpected guest.

Pairing: Din Djarin X F!Reader

Word Count: 5.4k

Warnings/Disclaimers: None

A/N: Hi guys! It's been a pretty rough couple of months for me, but I managed to get this very fluffy chapter finished before its Thanksgiving deadline so I'm counting that as a win lol thank you for reading, I hope you all enjoy!

Chapter Forty-Seven The Shop (Previous Chapter)

“Thank you, thank you!” Greef Karga beamed as the crowd before him clapped, practically preening under his people’s undivided attention and patiently waiting for their applause to die down before continuing his speech. “It’s truly an honor to be here with you all today, and we couldn’t be gathered here together for a more momentous occasion. Several cycles ago, I had the pleasure of being introduced to a charming young lady, whose otherworldly beauty was matched only by her astounding piloting skills, her admirable bravery and her razor-sharp wit.”

From where she stood at the back of the crowd with her family, (Y/N) felt herself flush with embarrassment and she sheepishly murmured, “Such a kriffing scoundrel…”

Din’s gloved hand rubbed slow circles across the small of her back as he mumbled back, “He's out of line but that doesn’t mean that he’s wrong, alor’ad.”

(Y/N) playfully elbowed her husband’s un-armored side before resting her hand back on her small baby bump and returning her attention to the High Magistrate. “This young lady, a decorated veteran of the Rebel Alliance, used her immense talents to help finally rid our planet of Imperial remnants and some time later, she took up arms against Pirate King Gorian Shard and his army to protect Nevarro in one of our darkest hours. She and her growing family now call this planet their home and today, she is fulfilling her lifelong dream of opening her very own seamstress shop and bringing a piece of Naboo to our humble homeworld.” The crowd clapped for Greef’s praises, and (Y/N) steeled her nerves for what she knew was coming. “And now, it gives me great pleasure to introduce to you all the woman of the hour, Captain (Y/N) (Y/L/N)!”

Din lowered his head to nudge hers in a Keldabe Kiss while Grogu babbled excitedly at her from the crook of his arm, and she gave them both a wide smile before turning and striding through the applauding crowd to where Greef stood in front of her shop; the High Magistrate bowed to her and pressed a kiss onto her knuckles, his impertinent wink forcing her to muffle her giggles as she turned to address the crowd. “Thank you all so much for being here today. When I was a child, my mother used to dream of opening her own seamstress shop on our homeworld of Naboo, but she passed away before she could; her dream became mine and today, our shared dream has finally come true. Just as our High Magistrate said, I’ve brought my culture here to share with all of you and I can’t thank you enough for allowing me to do so.”

“Would you care to do the honors?” Greef inquired as the crowd gave (Y/N) a round of applause; he handed her a pair of fabric scissors and gestured towards Nida and Vorelin, her two head shop assistants, who’d stretched a white satin ribbon across the shop’s doorway. When she took her place behind the ribbon, her eyes briefly met the visor of her husband’s helmet and she beamed when he gave her a reassuring nod; she shared a smile with the High Magistrate before slicing through the ribbon and even clapped alongside the crowd. “As the High Magistrate of Nevarro, it gives me great pleasure to declare the House of (Y/L/N) open for business!”

The crowd of citizens started to disperse, with most of them filing into the shop to begin browsing their on-the-rack offerings and booking consultations and the others stopping by the food stall outside and indulging in the complementary five-blossom bread that Greef had imported all the way from Naboo. (Y/N) shook Greef’s hand and thanked him for his kind words before making her way across the street to her family; Grogu was perched on the lowest branch of one of the city’s flourishing trees, hovering fallen leaves with the Force and manipulating them into the shapes of various animals, and Din was leaning against its white bark trunk and keeping a close eye on the rambunctious child. Her footsteps quickened and her husband only had a handful of seconds to prepare before she launched herself into his arms, laughing in delight when he spun her around in a tight circle and set her down to press a lingering Keldabe Kiss against her forehead.

“I’m so proud of you, alor’ad.” The warm and honeyed tone of Din’s modulated voice caused (Y/N)’s face to flush and sent a pleasant jolt through her body, and her cheeks were starting to ache from how widely she was smiling. “And while I never had a chance to meet her, I know that your mother would be proud as well. You’ve worked so hard and for so long to achieve your dream, ner cyar’ika riduur, and there’s no one in the galaxy more deserving of all this than you.”

Pulling away so that she could better look into his helmet’s visor, she rested her hands on his chestplate and shook her head. “My dream wouldn’t be complete without you, Din.” One of her hands trailed upwards to cup the side of his helmet and she traced the pad of her thumb along the beskar’s angular design. “You supported me every step of the way, and there’s no one else in this or any other galaxy that I’d rather share all of this with than you.”

Din’s hands squeezed her waist and his helmeted head pressed further against her hand. “Ni kyr’tayl gar darasuum, ner cyar’ika alor’ad.”

Just as her husband leaned in for another Keldabe Kiss, Grogu hopped down from the branch above them and landed on her shoulder, nuzzling his face against her intricate Naboo hairstyle while both (Y/N) and Din chuckled. “You too, little guy. You didn’t think I’d forget about you, did you?” The child cooed from his perch on her shoulder, and she reached up to boop his nose and give his large ear an affectionate rub. “I don’t know about you, but I’m craving some five-blossom bread; how ‘bout we have a little snack before I head into the shop?”

Grogu babbled out an enthusiastic reply while Din maneuvered one of his gloved hands to rest against the slight swell of her stomach. “You sure it’s not our other little one who’s craving some Naboo delicacies?”

“Well, they are half-Naboo, after all,” (Y/N) conceded with a small smile. “Maybe today, they’ll finally let me keep some food down for longer than an hour.”

Humming in sympathy, the Mandalorian bowed his head to address her stomach. “Be good to your mother today, ad’ika.; we’re here to celebrate the grand opening of her shop, and it’s a very important day for her.”

(Y/N) bit her lip to keep from chuckling at the dichotomy of his no-nonsense words and his affectionate tone. After pressing a kiss onto Grogu’s wrinkled forehead, she slipped her hand into Din’s and beamed at the pair of them. “C’mon, you two, let’s go grab a little snack before I have to attend to my customers.” Those words, the words that her mother had dreamed of uttering for so long and the ones that (Y/N) had longed to say aloud ever since, caused a prideful grin to spread across her face as she strode across the crowded street alongside her family.

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(Y/N) spent the rest of the day talking to curious townspeople, scheduling consultations for various custom-designed garments, overseeing the shop’s three newly-trained associates and helping Nida and Vorelin run the register; many of their pre-made offerings proved to be a hit, forcing R5-D4 to quickly retrieve several racks of overstock from the backroom for their customers to eagerly peruse. While she dealt with a steady stream of patrons, Din took Grogu to the city’s public playground to socialize with the other children and ensure that he experienced a semblance of a normal childhood. As normal of a childhood he could have with a Mandalorian bounty hunter for a father and a Rebellion smuggler-slash-seamstress-shop owner for a mother, (Y/N) thought with an inward chuckle while she finished wrapping up a child’s dark green poncho for another satisfied customer.

While she handed over the bundle and bid her happy customer farewell, a flurry of movement outside the shop’s windows caught her attention; people were hurrying down the street, some full-on sprinting, and it was clear by the terror written across their faces that something was horribly wrong at the city’s main gate. “Pirates!” A frightened man darted into the shop with his irate tabby loth-cat clutched tightly in his arms. “The pirates are back!”

(Y/N)’s instincts kicked in before she even realized what she was doing; she pulled her holstered blaster out from under the counter and fastened it around her waist before shedding her outfit’s decorative shawl and turning to her two anxious head shop assistants. “Get as many people into the shop as you can, then activate the security protocols. I’ll take R5 with me to see what’s going on out there.”

“Okay, but be careful,” Vorelin cautioned, the Mirian male’s green-hued skin going pale as he nervously gulped. “Mando will disintegrate us if anything happens to you.”

“Don’t be silly, Vorelin, he won’t-” (Y/N) cut herself off when Nida whipped her tendril-covered head around to give her an incredulous look while Vorelin awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck. “Yeah, okay, I’ll be careful.”

Gesturing for her family’s astromech droid to follow, (Y/N) left the shop and navigated the packed city streets as quickly as she could, all the while keeping an eye out for Din and Grogu. Just before rounding the corner and stepping out into the city’s main courtyard, she gripped the hilt of her holstered blaster and took a deep steadying breath, but the sound of a familiar commanding voice instantly froze her in place.

“…been nothing but cooperative from the moment we arrived, High Magistrate Karga; we already stated our purpose in visiting Nevarro and my crew generously offered to stay onboard our ship while I sort this whole mess out, and all you or this kriffing Mandalorian can do is hurl baseless accusations at us!”

(Y/N) was only vaguely aware of both Din and Greef’s voices attempting to reason with the irate woman, wholly consumed by her own memories of her turbulent adolescence and the people who’d offered her aid in her darkest hour. “Oh my Maker…” (Y/N) breathed in awe as a smile slowly spread across her face, letting go of her blaster’s hilt and reaching up to fiddle with one of her styled braids while she recalled the girl who’d transformed the worst day of her life into one of the very best…

Wiping away her tears, (Y/N) drew her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around her legs in a poor attempt to generate warmth; space was cold, much colder than she’d anticipated, but then again, she’d never been to space before. Naboo was the only home she’d ever known but now that her mother – the only family she had – was gone, the frightened twelve-year old had no home. With the knowledge that she was dying, Lomiya Corrik arranged for (Y/N) to be taken off-world by the Lok Revenants and placed in the custody of some old friends of hers; Mama said that they’re smugglers, (Y/N) bit her bottom lip once again and winced when she tasted blood in her mouth, she never told me that she knew smugglers.

“Hey, kid.” (Y/N) glanced up to see a young woman standing in the entrance of the starship’s main hold; she looked to be an older teenager, with triangular orchid-colored eyes, light brown-hued skin and auburn hair, and she was offering her a kind smile as she held up a bundle of worn fabric for her to see. “Space can be pretty cold, so I brought you a blanket.”

She swallowed the lump in her throat and quietly replied, “Thank you.”

The teenager nodded, handing over the blanket and taking a seat across from her at the circular table; she waited until (Y/N) wrapped the blanket around her shoulders speak again. “You don’t have to be scared, y’know. The Car’das are gonna take real good care of you; you’ll be well cared for but more importantly, you’ll be safe from the Empire.”

“I’m not scared.” (Y/N) lied, her arms tightening around her legs as she looked down at the ship’s dingy floor and sniffed. “I…I miss my mother.”

The main hold was filled with a deafening silence but just when she was beginning to think that the teenager would leave her alone, she sat up in her seat with a wide smile across her face. “You ever play Dejarik?” Looking back up, (Y/N) frowned in confusion and shook her head, which only made the teenager’s smile grow. “Oh, you’re gonna love it! Here, watch this…” She flipped a switch beneath the table and various holograms flickered into existence, each one depicting a different creature; they snarled and growled as they traversed the tabletop, and (Y/N) couldn’t contain her excitement at the wondrous sight. “Cool, right? Did you wanna learn how to play?” (Y/N) eagerly nodded. “What’s your name, kid?”

“Sol-I mean, (Y/N),” She replied, silently kicking herself for nearly revealing her real name to a complete stranger. “It’s (Y/N) (Y/L/N).”

The teenager reached across the table to offer her a hand to shake. “My name’s-”

“Biala Sage…” (Y/N) breathed, returning to the present with a small shake of her head and a disbelieving smile spreading across her face. “C’mon, R5, let’s go greet our guest.” The astromech beeped in protest and rapidly shook his head. “I know, I know, but she’s not that kind of pirate, I promise. You trust me, right?” There was apprehension in his beeps and whistles as he replied, but he bravely began to follow after her. “That’s the spirit, R5!”

Hurrying into the courtyard, (Y/N) was immediately met with a surprising and slightly amusing sight; Greef and Din stood by the old location of IG-11’s statue, their backs facing her but their discomfort evident in their defensive stances as they were being scolded by none other than Biala Sage; the pirate captain looked relatively unchanged from when (Y/N) had known her, with smile lines etched into her light brown-hued skin and the wind blowing her auburn fringe away from her forehead, but as she drew nearer, she could see the mechno-arm that now replaced her old friend’s organic right arm. “Why’s it so hard to believe that we’re here to shop? We heard talk through the Hydian Way of a Naboo seamstress setting up shop in the Outer Rim, and we-” Biala cut her explanation short as her gaze met (Y/N)’s from over Din’s armored shoulder, her orchid-colored eyes widening in elated surprise. “(Y/N)?”

“Biala!” (Y/N) picked up her pace and met her old friend halfway across the courtyard, throwing her arms around the older woman and hugging her tight with a joyful laugh. “Maker, it’s so good to see you again!”

“How long’s it been, ten years?” Biala pulled away and held her at arm’s length to examine her. “You look amazing, kid!”

“So do you, D.D.! Your new arm’s incredible, a true work of art!”

“You Naboo are all such flatterers. But seriously, your skin’s practically glowing and your hair…” The pirate captain’s eyes flicked away from her face and down to her slightly protruding stomach as her smile widened. “Wait a sec, are you pregnant?!”

“Mm-hmm, I’m almost three months along.”

“Oh wow, congratulations!”

The sound of a throat awkwardly clearing cut through their excited celebration, and they both looked over at the Mandalorian and the High Magistrate; Din’s gloved knuckles were planted on his waist and his helmeted head was tilted to the side in confusion while Greef’s brows were raised expectantly as he studied the pirate. “I, ah, wasn’t aware that you were friendly with pirates, Captain (Y/L/N).”

“Believe me, I’m not, but my old friend here isn’t just any old pirate,” (Y/N) chuckled and patted her on the shoulder. “Meet Captain Biala Sage, the daughter of Vana Sage and a loyal member of the Lok Revenants; they’re pirates, yes, but they only target their attacks on spicerunners, enslavers, Imps and even other pirating clans. Not many people know this, but they even spent the entirety of the Rebellion smuggling weaponry to resistance groups across the galaxy.”

Greef, looking visibly more relaxed, extended his hand out for Biala to shake. “The Lok Revenants, of course; your organization’s reputation precedes you, Captain Sage. Allow me to reintroduce myself: I am Greef Karga, the High Magistrate of the independent world of Nevarro.”

Taking a step forward, Din shook Biala’s hand next and placed his gloved hand on the small of (Y/N)’s back. “Din Djarin. I’m (Y/N)’s husband.”

“You married a Mandalorian? You always did have pretty good taste, kid.” With an impressed whistle, the older woman winked at (Y/N) and gave both men a cordial smile. “It’s a pleasure to meet you both, and I’m real sorry for all the fuss earlier; if I’d known that your peaceful little planet was so skittish around pirates, I would’ve forgone surprising (Y/N) and sent word ahead that we’d be stopping by.”

Greef’s smile tightened and (Y/N) bit her lip to keep from wincing at her old friend’s blasé words; Biala had no way of knowing that Nevarro had very nearly been conquered by pirates only a couple of months before, and it didn’t take a genius to see that the planet’s High Magistrate had taken offense to her comment. “A friend of Captain (Y/L/N) is a friend of mine. However, I must ask that your crew leave their weapons on-board your ship for the duration of your visit; after years spent fighting to achieve it, we value our peace and security here on Nevarro.”

“Of course, High Magistrate. My crew will have no problem following your city’s rules.”

“Excellent! I’ll inform our people that there is nothing to worry about, and then I’ll accompany IG-11 to the docking bay to formally greet our new guests.” Greef adjusted his robe to cover the blaster holstered at his side and inclined his head towards Biala. “I hope that you enjoy your visit to our city and to our lovely captain’s seamstress shop, Captain Sage; mark my words, in a few weeks’ time it’ll surely be the highlight of the Hydian Way!”

They watched the High Magistrate cross the courtyard to City Hall to record an official hologram message that would be broadcast across the city, and Biala awkwardly rubbed the back of her neck with her prosthetic hand. “I guess ‘skittish’ was a massive understatement. Nevarro’s had dealings with pirates?”

“This place was a real skug-hole before Karga left the bounty hunting trade and cleaned it up,” Din replied, resting his hands on his belt and shrugging his armored shoulders. “Pirates, bounty hunters, assassins, Imperial remnants…you name ‘em, Nevarro had ‘em.”

(Y/N) nodded in agreement and moved to wrap her arm around her husband’s. “Nevarro was invaded by Gorian Shard and his gang a few months back, and it took partnering with Din’s Mandalorian covert to liberate the planet from their control.”

“Wow…” The pirate captain shook her head in amazement. “The last time we saw one another, you were one of the best smugglers in the Mid-Rim. Just ten years later, you’ve got yourself your seamstress shop and a husband and-”

Just then, Grogu hopped down from the tree branches overhead and into the stunned woman’s arms, causing (Y/N) to burst into giggles and even drawing a chuckle out of the still-wary Mandalorian. “This mischievous little guy is our adoptive son, Grogu. Grogu, this is Biala, an old friend of mine” The child beamed and waved his clawed hand at Biala; her old friend’s orchid-colored eyes widened in shock and flicked up to meet hers, her gaze expressing all of the questions that were swirling around within her. Giving Din’s arm a reassuring squeeze, (Y/N) pulled away from him and offered Biala her hand. “C’mon, D.D., I’ll tell you all about it on the way to my shop…”

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One of the many things (Y/N) admired about the people of Nevarro was their inherently welcoming nature. Although rightfully apprehensive of the visiting faction of the Lok Revenants, a brief hologram message from the High Magistrate led to the city’s residents warmly embracing Captain Sage and her unarmed crew. Biala, to her credit, did her utmost to present herself as harmless and non-threatening as she possibly could; on the way to House of (Y/L/N), she bought a large cup of caf from a street vendor and chatted about her G1-M4-C Dunelizard docked outside the city’s gate with several interested patrons, her friendly nature and infectious laugh easily winning over everyone she interacted with.

To satisfy Biala’s curiosity, (Y/N) gave her a short run-down on the past ten years of her life on their walk to her seamstress shop; the pirate captain was pleased to hear that she’d joined the Rebellion and utilized her smuggling skills to save civilians and although she’d briefly explained how she’d come to be married to a Mandalorian warrior, her old friend made her promise to tell her more over dinner at the local cantina later that evening. I can’t exactly blame her, (Y/N) thought as she stole an admiring glance at Din walking beside her, even I can’t quite believe that I’m married to the kindest and most courageous man in the entire galaxy. Biala, much like the majority of those who’d gotten to meet Grogu on their many adventures, was instantly taken in by the child as they told her how he’d wound up in their care and in turn, he refused to leave his new friend’s arms and even dazzled her with some of his favorite Force-tricks.

When they eventually made their way to House of (Y/L/N) and stepped through the doorway, (Y/N) gave the group of pirates a tour of the shop’s many offerings and answered all of their questions regarding her designs; she felt a surge of pride as she watched her awestruck old friend appreciate the shop she’d spent her entire life working for, her eyes expectantly prickling with tears when she recalled a long-forgotten memory of her time with the Lok Revenants.

“A seamstress shop, huh?” Biala’s orchid-colored eyes widened with interest. To ease the boredom of hyperspace, the teenager offered to teach (Y/N) how to assemble and clean a blaster, dutifully observing her progress and offering pointers; she’d even managed to get the uncertain twelve-year old to open up a little, her extroverted nature easing her trepidation and helping her lower her guard little by little. “That’s a new one.”

(Y/N) looked up from her half-assembled blaster rifle and frowned in confusion. “A new one?”

“Well, yeah. Being a pirate all my life, I’ve heard countless people’s grand plans for their lives after the Empire runs its course and they give up their pirating ways,” The teenager explained and shrugged her shoulders. “They all usually involve wasting their credits on Canto Bight’s sabacc tables and Fathier races and drowning their sorrows in Tarisian ale. Your grand plan’s very different from what I usually hear, that’s all.”

“Oh…”

“That’s definitely not a bad thing, kid.” Biala nudged her shoulder with her own and (Y/N) felt herself relax at her gentle reassurance. “The galaxy could use some more beauty and creativity. Any idea where you’d wanna set up shop?”

Pondering the teenager’s question, (Y/N) continued to assemble the blaster rifle as she replied, “I don’t really know…somewhere that’s far away from the Empire, I guess. But it doesn’t really matter where; everyone needs clothes and wherever you go, there’s people who’ll appreciate the artistry and craftsmanship that’ll go into them.”

The young pirate nodded in understanding and after a brief moment of comfortable silence, she stood and leaned her hip against the table littered with loose blaster parts, causing (Y/N) to look up from her handiwork and arch a curious brow. “I may not be the most fashionable person in the galaxy, but I’ll tell you what, when you get this shop of yours up and running I’ll stop by and check it out.”

“That’s very nice of you, D.D., but how the kriff will you know where it’ll be or when it’ll even open-?”

“I’m a pirate, kid; it’s kind of my job to know what’s happening out there.” Biala chuckled. “Besides, how many Naboo seamstresses do you know that’ll set up shop on a planet that’s not Naboo?”

That made (Y/N) giggle. “Not many.”

“You see? It’ll be as easy as Corellian Ryshcate!” Chuckling, the teenager held out her grease-stained hand for her to shake. “I promise I’ll be there, and you should know that a Sage never turns her back on a promise. So, whaddaya say we shake on it?” A grin slowly spread across (Y/N)’s face and she shook the young pirate’s hand; Biala returned her smile with one of her own before jutting her chin towards the half-assembled blaster rifle. “Now that that’s settled, let’s get back to work; if you’re gonna succeed as a smuggler, then we’ve gotta make sure you know your way around blasters…”

After blinking away her unexpected tears, (Y/N) took a steadying breath and went about tidying up behind one of the counters, allowing her guests and the citizens of Nevarro to browse the shop’s inventory; it was there that her husband eventually found her, down on one knee and craning her neck to view her half-finished task.

“Need any help, alor’ad?”

(Y/N) glanced away from her handiwork as Din knelt beside her and gave him a brief smile. “Now that you mention it, I left my screwdriver on the counter behind you and if I let go of this to grab it, I’ll never get the kriffing thing aligned again.” He reached up and grabbed the tool off the counter, flipping it around with ease before offering its handle to her. “Thanks, sweetheart.”

While she set about screwing the Shaak-skin sheath to the underside of the counter, Din nodded in appreciation at her off-the-cuff invention. “Concealed blaster mount. That’ll come in handy if any unfriendly pirates decide to pay you a visit.”

“Anything to make my employees feel a little safer,” (Y/N) replied, tightening the final screw into the wood and slipping a blaster into its brand-new mount. “Apparently, Vorelin and Nida had a hell of a time calming Pyesca, Aca and Taterna down before Greef’s holo-message went out.” Din stood and helped her to her feet, a sudden wave of dizziness washing over her and forcing her squeeze her eyes closed. “Dank farrik, our little one didn’t seem to like that at all.”

“Take a deep breath in and slowly let it out.” Her husband’s modulated voice was steady and composed as he allowed her to grasp his gloved hand. The dizzy spells were nothing new to them; she’d been suffering with them for just over a month and the med droids assured them that they were perfectly normal in a pregnancy’s first trimester, but that didn’t stop her from loathing them with her entire being. “You’re doing great, alor’ad, just keep breathing. Why don’t you tell me more about Biala, maybe how you two met? There’s gotta be an interesting story there.”

Grateful for any distraction from her dizziness, (Y/N) released another breath and opened her eyes to focus on the visor of Din’s beskar helmet. “The Lok Revenants were the ones who helped me leave Naboo after my mother’s death; they have a long history of helping Naboo and its people out, one that stretches as far back as the Trade Federation’s failed invasion, and they made it their mission to help the most vulnerable get off-world and away from the Empire. Right before she died, my mother contacted the Lok Revenants and arranged for my safe passage to the Car’das smugglers, so I ended up spending a couple of months onboard Vana Sage’s Guardian Mantis.”

“I still don’t understand how a Naboo seamstress became acquainted with pirates and smugglers in the first place…”

She shrugged her shoulders indifferently. “No one’s ever told me, so I just chalked it up to a chance meeting in one of Theed’s marketplaces and left it at that.”

A peal of laughter from across the crowded shop drew their attention, and they looked over to see Biala and one of her crewmates trying on various hats in front of the floor-length mirror while Grogu, perched atop R5-D4’s head, looked on with interest. (Y/N) smiled to herself, pleased to see her old friend having fun and enjoying her shop, and Din leaned back against the counter before inquiring, “What’s D.D. stand for?”

“Double-Dealer,” (Y/N) chuckled as she leaned against the counter beside him. “Biala was the one who taught me how to play Dejarik but as it turns out, she’s one hell of a cheat. Rumor has it that that’s how she got her hands on a Class IV Imperial freighter; the weapons that were being transported on that freighter wound up winning us the Battle of the Carosi System.”

Din hummed in interest, his gaze momentarily lingering on the pirates across the shop before looking over at her. “It’s nice that she came all the way out here after only hearing a rumor while traveling the Hydian Way. Although, I guess there aren’t too many Naboo seamstresses opening up shops on planets that aren’t Naboo.” She smirked at his familiar observation and wordlessly shook her head, her shoulders finally relaxing as her dizzy spell faded away into nothing. “You know, I meant every word of what I said earlier today.” When she tipped her head to the side in confusion, her husband tightened his hand around hers while gesturing to the many happy customers that filled her shop. “You deserve all of this and more, ner cyar’ika alor’ad.”

Looking out at the scene before them, (Y/N) found herself reflecting on the future she’d naively mapped out for herself as a child: she would diligently study her mother’s profession and after becoming a talented seamstress worthy of her people’s high standards, they would open their own seamstress shop in Theed, the planet’s renowned capitol city, and once her career was off to a promising start, she would marry an accomplished artist or musician and start a family of her own. It was, however, a future that was never meant to be; the Empire seized total control of Naboo just as her mother succumbed to illness, forcing her to flee her home and start a new life as a smuggler.

But as she watched the citizens of Nevarro excitedly browse her wares, she realized that she’d achieved her dream after all, albeit in a much more unconventional, roundabout sort of way. I never had a chance to complete an apprenticeship but I’m a self-taught seamstress, (Y/N) thought to herself as she glanced down at the years’ worth of callouses and scars that littered her hands, I couldn’t open House of (Y/L/N) on Naboo but I opened it on a planet that’s just as peaceful and resilient. Din was clearly not an artist or a musician but he was an accomplished Mandalorian warrior, and Grogu and the new baby would perfectly round out their small but happy family. Because she was a rather shy child, she’d never anticipated having more than one or two friends once she reached adulthood, so it warmed her heart to know that she’d been wrong in that regard; the influence of the new friends she’d met on her many adventures alongside Din and Grogu could be seen all throughout her shop – through Bo-Katan’s gifts of green glass from Mandalore’s surface crafted into a stunning chandelier by the Armorer and a set of beskar sewing needles, Boba Fett’s gifts of sewing machines and bolts of fabric from Jabba the Hutt’s treasury and the statue of the Naboo goddess Shiraya personally commissioned by Greef Karga – and against all odds, one of her oldest friends in the galaxy kept her promise to be there for the grand opening.

It was clear that while the particulars of her childhood dream had changed, the foundation of what she’d imagined were on full display before (Y/N)’s eyes, and the realization brought a smile to (Y/N)’s lips as she took everything in. Biala, who was conversing with the now-flirtatious Greef across the packed shop and sharing a piece of five-blossom bread with Grogu, glanced over at (Y/N) and after they shared a meaningful look, the pirate captain flashed her a smile and a wink before turning back to the High Magistrate. With an inward chuckle, a beaming (Y/N) met Din’s covered gaze and nodded. “I couldn’t agree more, sweetheart.”

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Mando’a Translations:

Alor’ad-Captain Ner cyar’ika riduur-my darling wife Ni kyr’tayl gar darasuum, ner cyar’ika alor’ad-I love you, my darling captain Ad’ika-Little one

A/N: Alor'ad's finally opened her shop!! Thank you all so much for reading and commenting! I’ve created two Spotify playlists, one filled with of all my favorite music from the world of Star Wars and the other compiled with all the songs I listen to for inspiration while writing this series, so if you’re interested in checking them out the links are down below!

Star Wars Spotify Playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/2KuSKJhVOPPvxdJ9YHeo4M?si=2977ff31bf0c4bdd

Din Djarin/TCoB Playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/5HIv4pIIgtzRW3Nyv5x7ry?si=15e457550bd94966

Chapter Forty-Eight Taking Care of Business Masterlist

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episode 5 of book of boba fett:

Din: I won the darksaber in battle, it is mine

Paz: nuh uh

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CONGRATULATIONS!!! You deserve all those followers and more for having such a great blog with fantastic stories. I'm continually impressed with the ideas you develop and the worlds you create. I look forward to reading more from you!

For the prompts, I'd like 18. "You shouldn't be out here by yourself" and 24. "I'll love you until the stars turn cold" with Din, please!!

Thanks, sweetie! Love you!!

Thank you, bestie! A lot of this wouldn't have been possible without your constant support and beta reading. Love oo.

Enjoy a little slice of heaven with Din.

Our Dance

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Grogu always had a way of getting into trouble, it was bad enough he was so small, he could fit into the crevices of the Razor Crest with no problem and actually hide in the tiny compartments you had no hope of reaching, but that never seemed to stop him. And if the ramp was done, it was even worse. 

You ran outside in the cold and snatched him from the foot of snow that nearly encapsulated him. “Grogu, what are you doing? You know you shouldn’t be out here by yourself.”

You chatized him as though he were own, and truthfully that’s how you felt. From the moment you laid eyes on Grogu, there was a bond there. For all intents and purposes, he was your son. 

“It’s cold out here, sweetie. Don’t come out here on your own anymore, okay?”

Grogu simply tilted his head as he looked at you and purred as he nuzzled closer to you, “Yeah, you’re cold aren’t you?” You held him close and rubbed his back.

“Cyare, what are you doing out here?” Din walked over, wrapping the both of you in a hug, keeping you warm. 

“Our son wanted to explore. Found him out here by himself.”

Din shook his head as he tilted his helmet down to look at him, “Grogu, you know you shouldn’t be out here, by yourself. You have to listen to us buddy,” Din trailed his finger over his ear. “Let’s go in, cyare.”

“You fixed what was wrong with the hyperdrive?”

“I didn’t not fix it…” he offered. 

“Meaning it’ll work for a jump or two and then die.”

“Not if we head to Nevarro. Then it’ll be fine.”

You smirked, shaking your head, as you walked back into the ship. Grogu had fallen asleep in your arms, no doubt the cold had made him sleepy. You gently placed him in his hammock, making sure there were extra layers on top of him as you tucked him. Last thing you needed, what any of you needed was for one or all three of you to catch a cold. You closed the compartment and turned to see Din leaning against the closed ramp staring at you. His leg bent and bracing itself against the ramp.

“What?”

He smiled, although you couldn’t see it, he knew you felt it. “I … I just love you.”

You smirked as you nodded, “You’re saying this so I don’t yell at you about the hyperdrive.”

He chuckled as he moved closer to you, “I’m not saying it, so you don’t yell at me. I’m also not saying so you do.”

“So me not yelling is just an added bonus,” you offered as you walked to meet him.

“I would say that you being passionate about the safety of our family,” he smoothly offered as he wrapped his arms around you, “is one of the reasons I fell in love with you.”

“Oh so you do enjoy being yelled at?” You tried not to laugh as you wrapped your arms around him.

“Who says I don’t enjoy hearing you scream, cyare?” He teased, as he tilted his helmet down to your ear, “Because I thoroughly enjoy that.”

You smacked his back at his innuendo, “Your son is in the next compartment, sleeping.”

“Oh I see, so now he’s just my son.”

“He’s your son, when he does something wrong, and mine when he does something good.”

“And when is he ours?”

“When I hold you in my arms like this”

“Then we should always stay like this” he hummed, slowly starting to sway you back and forth, a soft dance forming between the two of you.

“I love you” you offered as you looked into his visor, “I have since the moment you both entered my life.”

He gently brushed your hair back, tucking it behind your ear, as he continued to sway you both, “I’ve loved you from the moment I laid eyes on you, I just knew you were my heart.”

You rested your head on his beskar chest, feeling comforted by the strong armor, “I’ll love you until the stars turn cold, Din.”

“I’ll love you for much longer than that, cyare.” He held you close, shifting his helmet to the crook of your neck, wanting to smell the scent of your shampoo. Needing to be as close to you as possible, he almost lost you earlier, and that fear alone made it nearly impossible for him to pull away at that moment. He held you tighter as you both continued to sway to the beating of your own hearts.

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➼ Kino Loy ‣I Want You to Show Me Weak by tarabyte3 Kino Loy x F!Reader

➼ Din Djarin/The Mandalorian ‣Still of Your Hand by moonlight-prose Din Djarin x F!Reader ‣Sleepy Sex by saradika Din Djarin x F!Reader ‣Home Is Wherever I'm With You by saradika Din Djarin x F!Reader

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FlightlessAngelWings Kinktober 2023 Masterlist

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Here is all 31 of my kinktober fics for 2023! I’m so thrilled to participate for the 3rd year in a row and I’m excited to share all these with y’all!! As always, and since they all obviously are smutty, my blog and all my fics are 18+ only so minors please do not interact! Prompt list is made by me this year and can be found here!

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Also on ao3!

❤️ = personal favorite

Overstimulation- Pero Tovar

Knife play- Axe Woves ❤️

Exhibitionism- Bishop Losa

Sex pollen- Nikolai Lantsov ❤️

Table sex- Sith!Obi Wan Kenobi

Bondage- Boba Fett

Slow and soft- Cal Kestis

Cockwarming- Marcus Moreno

Pegging- Steven Grant

Stripping- Cassian Andor

Blindfold- Marc Spector

Formal wear- Duke Atreides

Anonymous sex- Ezra ❤️

Tit play- Frank Castle ❤️

Against a wall- Bucky Barnes

Lap dance- Santiago Garcia ❤️

Praise kink- Loki

Dacryphilia- Comandante Veracruz

Somnophilia- Javi Gutiérrez

Sex toys- Fennec Shand

Piercings- Angel Reyes

Voice kink- Din Djarin

CNC- Will Miller

Lingerie- Joel Miller ❤️

Mirror sex- Tasm!Peter Parker ❤️

Face sitting- Frankie Morales/Benny Miller ❤️

Food play- Marcus Pike

Blowjob- Poe Dameron

Fingering- Tommy Miller ❤️

Cunnilingus- Thirteenth Doctor

FREE SPACE- Free use orgy with the Narcos boys (Javier, Carrillo and Steve)

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I totally see Din Djarin having a beer in the cockpit.

His over everyone shit.