#din trying to teach Grogu how to garden but the kid is just in it for the food | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

bitchin-beskar · 4 years ago

Text

is this what love feels like? part one

Rating: T

Warnings: Some yearning, softness, and kisses!

Pairing: Din Djarin x Force Sensitive!Reader (no use of y/n)

Word Count: 4k

A/N: So, this is my Secret Santa Fic for @meshlamando!!! I apologize that it’s so late, but I really wanted this to be perfect!!! It ended up being longer than I planned, but I’m really happy with it, and I hope you are too!! (I’m not opposed to writing a part two that’s a little more M rated, if you want???)

Please consider reblogging and leaving a comment!! I love hearing what y’all think!!!

The sound of approaching spacecraft caused you to look up from where you were gardening, and your eyes narrowed as you saw an X-Wing, followed by a Tie Fighter of all things. The Tie Fighter didn’t seem to be chasing the X-Wing, and there were no shots being fired from the canons, but you were still on guard, your hand going to the lightsaber that hung at your waist from years of habit, even though you’d not used it since the end of the Clone Wars.

Suddenly, your comlink beeped, and a familiar voice crackled from the tiny device.

“This is Luke Skywalker, requesting permission to land for both my own ship and my friends’. We bring no ill will, we merely wish to speak with you, Master Jedi.”

You rolled your eyes at the stiff tone, pulling the comlink off your belt and answering. “Skywalker, who exactly are you friends with that they’re flying a Tie Fighter? You have permission to land, but we will be having words, young man.”

A meek “yes ma’am, Master Jedi,” crackled back at you, before the comlink went silent. You watched as the two ships landed in the clearing not far from your small homestead.

Standing, you walked towards the ships to greet their pilots, your hands at your sides, not quite touching your saber, but close enough that you could use it if needed.

You watched as Luke disembarked from his X-Wing, but your eyes were focused on the Tie Fighter. Luke had said it was a friend, but the kid was still young, and it wasn’t impossible for him to be fooled, or coerced into befriending a potential enemy.

To your surprise, a Mandalorian disembarked. You’d dealt with a handful of Mandalorians in the past, but you were surprised to see one operating a Tie Fighter, considering the role the Empire had played in the Siege of Mandalore.

The two of them walked towards you, followed by the R2 unit that seemed tied to the Skywalker family. You could still remember the bond Anakin had shared with the little astromech droid, before–

Well, best not to think about that particular part of your past.

You crossed your arms, staring Luke down as he arrived in front of you, causing the young Jedi to shift nervously. The Mandalorian stood somewhat awkwardly a few feet behind him.

The staring match only lasted for a few moments before Luke broke. “I know you told me that you haven’t used the Force in years, and that you wouldn’t hear of taking on another Padawan after what happened, but–”

You sighed. “No, Luke. Whatever it is you want, no. I’m not a Jedi, not anymore. I can’t help you.”

Luke held his hands up pleadingly. “No, wait! Please, just hear me out.”

You sighed again. “Luke, I know you probably mean well, but I can’t take on another Padawan. I still have nightmares about what must be happening to poor Grogu in the Empire’s hands, I–”

“Wait, Grogu?”

The Mandalorian spoke suddenly, stepping forward, one hand resting on the strap of the bag that crossed over his chest. You raised an eyebrow, confused at his reaction.

“Yes. I had a Padawan during the Clone Wars. His name was Grogu. Unfortunately, I’d been sent off of Coruscant on a mission without him when Order 66 took place, and by the time I’d gotten back, the Empire had taken him and killed all the other Jedi. I have no idea what happened to him.”

“That’s what I’m trying to tell you, he–”

Luke began to speak, but he trailed off as you watched, shocked, as the Mandalorian pulled his bag in front of him, and seated inside was–

“Grogu?!”

Your mouth dropped open as the little green skinned alien child cooed, reaching his tiny arms out towards you, a wide smile on his face. The Mandalorian slowly lifted Grogu out of the bag, and you stumbled forward, stretching your arms out to take him into your arms.

Grogu squealed as he was brought into your embrace, pressing his little claws against your cheeks, and you were overcome with feelings of happiness and joy and belonging that weren’t your own. You pressed your forehead to Grogu’s tears streaming down your cheeks as the little one communicated with you the only way he could, showing you how much he missed you, how happy he was to see you, reassuring you that he was safe, and that he’d found a father in the beskar-clad Mandalorian.

You finally looked up to see Luke and the Mandalorian standing still in front of you. Eyes locked onto the Mandalorian, the first question on your mind burst forth from your lips.

“Where did you find him?”

The Mandalorian shuffled awkwardly. “He was on Arvala-7, surrounded by guards. The Empire wanted him. I don’t know where he was before that.”

You frowned at the cautious tone in the Mandalorian’s voice, but you shrugged it off, too overcome with relief and joy at Grogu’s safety. You looked at Luke, understanding washing over you. “You want me to take him on as my Padawan again.”

Luke nodded, relieved. “I’d take him, but I already have multiple other students, and Grogu is stronger than all of them. None of my students have had any formal training, but Grogu has. It would be better for him to have one-on-one training that I can’t offer. And–”

Luke trailed off, looking nervous. Sighing, and shifting Grogu to your hip, you frowned at him. “Spit it out, boy. What is it?”

“He’s grown extremely attached to his chosen father. It would be dangerous to separate them, and I worry about the draw of the Dark side on the little one. So...”

You closed your eyes, remembering the last Jedi who let attachment rule over his actions. It was something that couldn’t be allowed to be repeated, at any cost.

Looking at the Mandalorian, you saw his helmet bowed slightly, as though he was expecting to be scolded. You could feel the sorrow radiating off of him, even though he was trying to push it down. You realized he was expecting to be parted from Grogu, and your heart broke. You’d always been against the Council’s policy of taking children from their parents at a young age and forbidding contact, and with the case of Anakin, his separation had proved as a catalyst for his fall to the Dark side.

“Mandalorian,” you said calmly, waiting for him to focus on you. “Your son needs training.” You noticed that he flinched at the word son, and you felt a wave of shame that wasn’t your own. “But it would be a mistake to separate the two of you. I have spare quarters that you can move into, while I train Grogu. It would be beneficial for the both of you, I should think.”

Unsurprisingly, the Mandalorian protested. “I put him in danger, I shouldn’t–”

You held up your hand, cutting him off. “Though I have not fought in many years, I still hold the rank of Jedi Master. I am skilled with my lightsaber, and I am sure you are well trained as well. I’ve never met a Mandalorian that could not hold their own in a fight. Besides.” You gestured to the hilt that hung on his belt. “You carry the Darksaber. I can train you to fight with it, which will add another layer of protection over Grogu while he is learning control.”

Your stern tone seemed to shock him back to awareness, and the Mandalorian straightened at your words. You nodded to Luke. “I will take him on as my Padawan again.” Then, you turned to the ships behind the two men. “But that kriffing Tie Fighter has to go.”

***

The three of you had settled quite nicely into a routine. Your mornings were occupied with meditation and basic training in Force manipulation with Grogu. He was too young to use a lightsaber, so you focused on control over emotions and his other abilities in the Force, such as mental shielding, telekinesis, barriers, and precognition. Grogu had shown aptitude for each of these years earlier, and you weren’t surprised that his skills had grown, although not as quickly as they would have, had he been continuously trained.

Your afternoons were spent with the Mandalorian while Grogu napped, his little body worn out from the intense training that he’d not done for close to twenty years.

While the Mandalorian was well versed in many types of fighting, the Darksaber was far closer to a lightsaber than any other weapon he’d ever handled, and so, he needed training to be able to handle it.

While you had training in most of the forms, you were the most adept at Shien/Djem So. However, it was far too complex a form for the Mandalorian, and it didn’t suit his needs. He likely would not be using the Darksaber in regular combat, so you resolved to try and teach him the basics of the first two forms: Shii-Cho, and Makashi. Shii-Cho would help him if he were facing a large number of opponents, while Makashi would help him avoid being disarmed, and thus, losing the Darksaber. Even though he insisted he hadn’t wanted the Darksaber, he grudgingly admitted that it would be a useful weapon to protect Grogu.

Every afternoon, the two of you would move into your small backyard, dressed in simple training clothes. The Mandalorian had argued that it would be better for him to train in his beskar, but you had shut him down quickly. He needed to learn the forms unencumbered first, before then practicing with the added weight of his armour.

“There’s a reason Jedi wear robes and cloth, Mandalorian. Yes, our use of the Force can offset the need for armour, but it’s far easier to move agilely and dodge blaster bolts or other attacks, because our clothes allow us that freedom of movement. You need to learn the forms first, and then slowly acclimate to moving with the armour.”

The Mandalorian clearly didn’t like it, but he humored you. The only caveat he insisted on was his helmet, which you obliged. While his field of vision was reduced, he’d spent so much of his life in the helmet that he automatically adjusted for the loss, so the helmet was not a hindrance.

The two of you spent months training in the forms, and slowly, but surely, the Mandalorian was growing more confident in this fighting style. He’d started wearing some of his beskar, but it was taking longer than he’d wanted for him to be able to fight fluidly in his full beskar’gam.

Inevitably, the two of you had grown closer. It was bound to happen with two adults living in close quarters, spending hours every day training together, but it still surprised you how comfortable life had become.

You’d been alone for years, ever since the Great Purge, and it was clear the Mandalorian was not used to spending his time around another being. But slowly, the two of you had grown used to co-existing, and you slowly learned more about your quiet companion.

He had a wicked sharp tongue and an incredibly dry wit, and you often found yourself bantering with him over the littlest things. He grew less stiff, less aloof around you, and an unexpected by-product of that was touch.

It took you awhile to realize it, because the touches were so fleeting. But once you started to take notice, it surprised you just how tactile the Mandalorian had become. For a man who had gone most of his life without touch, he often initiated it, a hand on the small of your back as he moved behind you, a gentle touch on your arm as he watched you train Grogu, and other seemingly innocent gestures. He didn’t seem to realize he was doing it, however.

At first, the simple touches were just another part of your daily life. You told yourself it was normal for two adults living together to be comfortable touching each other, that it was simply how friends acted.

But as the months wore on, you began to realize it was more than that. Oh, so much more.

It wasn’t until you had a particularly vivid and risque dream that you realized just how far you’d fallen. You lay in bed, skin sweaty and heart racing as you tried to clear your mind of the images of the Mandalorian taking you in practically every manner imaginable. You were quite frankly surprised at how inventive your mind was, considering you’d held to your vow of celibacy from your time as a Jedi, even long after the Order had been destroyed. The burning in your core and the slickness between your thighs told you that you were not as satisfied with a life of celibacy as you’d thought.

It took far too long for you to calm yourself enough to fall asleep, and the next morning, you had to use your decades of experience shielding your emotions to avoid giving anything away to the Mandalorian.

Now that you knew the effect his presence had on you, you were hyper-aware of every interaction, every touch, every word shared between the two of you. It became a challenge every day to shove down your growing feelings for your companion. Little did you know, he was doing the same.

***

“If you sit out here much longer, verd’ika, you’ll freeze.”

You turned to see the Mandalorian leaning against the doorframe, looking out at where you were seated on the edge of your porch. He had a blanket tucked under one arm, and as he came to sit next to you, he held it out for you to take.

“And yet, you would never let that happen, hmm?”

You wrapped the thick fabric around your shoulders, smiling softly in thanks. The Mandalorian was dressed simply, the only piece of beskar he wore was the helmet. He sat close, your thighs touching as he stared out at the night sky with you.

“What would I do without you ordering me around every day?”

You rolled your eyes, nudging his shoulder with yours. “Don’t be cheeky, Mando. It doesn’t suit you.”

He chuckled softly, and not for the first time, you wondered what his laugh might sound like without the crackling of the modulator.

The two of you sat in silence for a long time, before he spoke again.

“May I ask you a question?”

You raised an eyebrow, turning to look at him, not missing the way he held his head straight forward, strategically avoiding looking at you. “You don’t have to ask if you can ask me a question, Mandalorian. What’s wrong?”

He sighed. “The first Jedi I met, Ahsoka Tano, told me that attachment was dangerous. That she wouldn’t train Grogu, she was too worried about him falling to the Dark side. What did she mean? How do I know if he’s on that path? What if I caused it?”

You were taken aback by the worry and terror in his voice, the pure fear of a parent terrified that they’ve done irreparable harm to their child. You turned full to the side, your leg pressed tight against his, and you gently touched his arm to get his attention.

“Mando, look at me.” You waited for him to slowly turn to you, and you could see in the slump of his shoulders and the tilt of his helmet how worried he was. “You have done nothing wrong.”

He started to protest, but you squeezed his arm, cutting him off. “No, listen to me. I had to watch as a man I called friend fell to the Dark side. I didn’t realize it at the time, but I know now what all went wrong. I’ve seen what draws people to the Dark side, I’ve felt the pull myself. And I know Grogu has as well.”

The Mandalorian’s helmet dipped even lower, and without thinking, you cupped the cold metal, where his cheek would be, lifting his head and forcing him to look at you. “But you make him stronger. The Jedi always preached that attachment is wrong, and that it leads to the Dark side, but they were wrong. Obsession is wrong, but the love you have for Grogu, and the love he has for you are not putting him in danger of falling.��

There was silence for a moment before the Mandalorian spoke, his voice so quiet, you had to strain to hear him. “He... he loves me?”

You felt tears fill your eyes at the utter surprise and disbelief in the Mandalorian’s voice, and you immediately grasped both sides of his helmet, keeping his gaze secure on you.

“You are his father, Mandalorian. In every sense of the word, except biological. He trusts you implicitly, and he knows you will always come for him. You are his anchor, and he loves you with everything he has. Trust me.”

You waited for your companion to nod, before you sat back. You’d had no idea his insecurities ran this deep, but now that you knew, you would be sure to counteract them at every opportunity.

***

It had been almost a year since the Mandalorian and Grogu had begun their training with you. After months of peace, it almost seemed inevitable that something would happen, you just didn’t know what.

It was in the middle of a training session with the Mandalorian, when disaster struck. You had no warning, no time to prepare when suddenly, your mental barriers were attacked violently. Falling to your knees, you clutched at your head, immediately trying to strengthen your shields, while also extending that protection over Grogu and the Mandalorian, hiding them from whatever, or whoever was searching.

Faintly, you could hear the Mandalorian yelling your name, but you were focused on keeping the dark presence out of your mind. Like a battering ram, the attack beat against your shields, the dirty and evil presence sending shivers down your spine. Your limbs were trembling from the strain of your muscles tensing under the pain, and you shook from the strain of shielding under such a brutal assault.

There was a sharp, piercing pain, as though someone had thrown a vibroblade directly into the center of your forehead. A scream left your lips as your hands dug into the soft dirt, and you gathered as much of your energy as possible, shoving the presence back and away from your mind.

When another attack didn’t come, you slumped over, relief tinged by exhaustion and pain. You weakly opened your eyes to see the Mandalorian kneeling in front of you, his hands hovering helplessly in front of you. You thought he might be saying something, but you couldn’t hear through the rushing sound in your ears.

You felt something wet on your face, and you shakily brushed your fingers under your nose, only to pull your hand away and see blood. You blinked weakly, your head aching, and as you looked at the Mandalorian, your vision went black, and you collapsed.

***

“Verd’ika? Verd’ika, can you hear me?”

The voice was faint, almost like you were underwater. You tried to turn towards the voice, but something held you still. It took longer than usual for you to come back to awareness, and you winced at the pain in both your head and your limbs.

You slowly came to realize you weren’t lying on your bed, but instead against a warm, firm body. Your face was pressed into the warm skin of someone’s neck, and there was a strong arm around your waist, the other cradling your head. Your hand was laying against the soft fabric of a black training shirt, and you began to realize you were laying against the Mandalorian.

“Wha–What happened?” You whispered, hesitant to move out of his comforting embrace. It became clear he didn’t want that either when his arms tightened around you.

“You passed out. You were bleeding from your nose, your whole body was shaking. I thought you were having a seizure. The kid was terrified, and he wouldn’t leave. You–You stopped breathing,” here, the Mandalorian’s voice broke. “You weren’t breathing, I–we thought you died.”

You could feel him trembling as he held you even tighter, and you nuzzled further into his neck, breathing him in, shamelessly relishing in the close contact. He seemed to draw comfort from your closeness as well, and you felt his lips press against the top of your head. Wait–

Sucking in a breath, you squeezed your eyes shut. “Wait, Mando, your helmet–”

To your surprise, he shushed you, holding you impossibly closer. “I know,” he murmured, his hand rubbing soothingly along your back. “It’s okay.”

“But your creed–”

“You haven’t seen my face. I trust you. I know you won’t look. I just needed–” He trails off sheepishly, but you know the end to the sentence he leaves hanging in the air. “What happened, verd’ika? I’ve never seen you in that much pain before.”

Sighing, you relaxed further into the Mandalorian’s arms. “Something, or someone was trying to invade my mind. They tried to force their way past my mental barriers. I was able to shield the three of us and keep them out, but it was difficult.”

“It was painful to watch.”

“Mando, I–”

“Din.”

Your brow furrowed as you tried to figure out what he meant. “I’m sorry?”

“My name is Din Djarin.”

Your eyes suddenly opened wide, and if his face hadn’t been bare, then you would have jerked up to look at him in shock. “Wh–What?”

His lips pressed against the top of your head for a long moment. “You almost died, not even knowing my name. I don’t regret a lot of things, but I would have regretted never telling you my name.”

Your heart thumped loudly in your chest, and you could feel your cheeks beginning to burn. This was unfamiliar, uncharted territory, but Maker, you didn’t care.

“Will you close your eyes, verd’ika?”

Your eyes automatically slid shut, even as you frowned at the question. “Why?”

“Just humor me, please.”

You nodded, lifting your head from it’s place on the Man–Din’s shoulder, showing him that your eyes were closed. You felt his bare fingers gently brush against your cheek, before suddenly, his lips were softly pressing against yours. He swallowed your gasp of surprise, cupping your cheek as he gingerly kissed you, like you were made of glass.

You were shocked still for a moment, but just as he was about to pull away, worry and concern coming off him in waves, you gripped his shoulder to pull yourself up just enough so that you could keep your lips sealed to his.

Now that you were an active participant, Din grew less cautious, guiding your head to the side and deepening the kiss, his tongue running along the seam of your lips, coaxing your mouth open.

A soft whimper left your lips as he explored your mouth, tasting you. He grew more bold with every swipe of his tongue against yours, teeth nipping your lower lip, and hand stroking your cheek.

His kisses were deep, breathtaking and reverent. He kissed you like he couldn’t get enough, like he’d been dying of thirst and you were the water that could keep him alive. You felt safe, warm, at home in a way that you hadn’t felt in a long time. His hands clutched you close, and even when you had to pull away to breathe, he didn’t let you get too far. His every exhale was the air you inhaled.

“Ner verd’ika, ni kar'tayl gar darasuum.”

He breathed the words against your lips, and you responded in kind.

“I love you too.”

Permanent Tags: @theocatkov, @cosmicbug379, @marydjarin, @perropascal, @mxndoscyarika, @hayley-the-comet, @phoenixhalliwell, @ahopelessromanticwritersworld, @pedroepascal, @roxypeanut, @rynadjarin-reading, @anerdydragon, @justanotherblonde23, @rosiefridayrogersunday, @meshlamando, @sunsetmando, @bucketbunny, @mudhornchronicles, @huliabitch, @nerdypinupcrystal, @blackmarketmummy, @mudhornchronicles

Din Djarin Tags: @pedrhoepascal, @rynadjarin-reading, @emzd34, @anerdydragon, @bigthicklongschlong, @baby-gurl-jazzy, @fantasticwizardnerd, @bucketbunny, @hybrid-huntress, @fernwehsearc, @valeecruz16, @miscellaneousfangirling, @nerdypinupcrystal, @chibi-liz05, @blackmarketmummy

#secret santa fic #for you #din djarin x reader fic #force sensitive reader #the mandalorian #au #kind of #alternate ending to the season finale #gift fic #soft #fluff #some yearning #kissing #Din Djarin #grogu

93 notes · View notes

fandom-blackhole · 4 years ago

Note

Oh my! I feel so welcomed in here! I feel like we are heaving a big brain time moment. I can't find any point you made that I don't like!

Social worker!reader is brilliant. I was thinking about something similar! Like counselor or therapist. Scratch that tho, your idea works better for all 3 buckets!

Are we getting too cliché?

Din and you trying to figure out the best solution to help the poor kiddo in difficult situation (omg, human!Grogu, possible adoption???). You both going for walks with little Grogu and Razor Crest (omg this breed is gorge!). Din giving Grogu piggyback rides(modern jetpack?). You discovering that Din became a kindergarten teacher because he always wanted to have a big family but unfortunately lost his parents and was brought up by Auntie Armorer.

Boba surprising you with his gentle side. It's like this total opposites,ying and yang.Cold and stoic crime lord which is even feared by police, carrying about orphaned children?

Little did you know that this grumpy man could relate so much to growing up without parents. (other hot take, Boba donating to researchers helping infertile people = like maybe his father was struggling for a long time before Boba was conceived, I don't know I Wanted to connect Kamimo arc somehow with this au)

And Paz oh Paz! Our beloved sunshine. One day when you were having a dinner at Paz's he mustered the courage to come to you. He wanted to get to know more about this charming customer. He offers you a free, special dessert and you politely say no because you have some problems with your body image and Paz, being sweetest thing he is immediately takes up the challenge to help you with your mental struggle by showing you that you can love both food and your body in a healthy way. Also I think he would be into really eco friendly lifestyle too! Especially after seeing horrors of war, and how people on the other side of the globe struggle with things we take for granted. (bonus, you waking up looking for Paz to find him petting your hen, thanking her for the eggs omg).

Sorry for the terrible grammar but I'm brain dead after work - 🐣

Omfg you just keep making this better and better, and E V E R Y O N E is welcome here. Also bad grammar and misspellings are my fucking life lol....

Omg Grogu is TOTALLY the kid in that the social worker!reader is in charge of and she is taking care of all of the adoption stuff and just making sure Din is the right person for little Grogu

So that means she comes and checks in on him at odd times, and just sees how much Grogu loves Din

Auntie Armorer?!?!? Omg YES, thats also how Din and Paz know eachother. Paz's parents were also killed so the Armorer also takes him in so they are pretty much brothers

You don't find that out until you, Din, and Grogu visit Paz's and you just see Grogu run towards the kitchen only to be picked up by Paz immediately

Then Paz and Din shake hands and you just laugh that two parts of your life that you love are connected

Omg YEESS, Boba totally donates to the Kamino Project, the leading organization trying to help infertility and gestational issues

Boba also really respects you for the job that you do, and has made comments about helping with things if you ever need something thats less legal

Paz, oh Paz my sweet loving boy....

He totally is like, you don't like how you look? why, you are gorgeous!!!

And you better hope to God that he doesn't find out your favorite foods because this man W I L L suprise you with them one day when you walk into the restaurant and he just has your regular table covered in those foods

And he's just sitting there watching the door waiting for you

AND he is sooooo conscious of the environment, everything in his restaurant is biodegradable or recyclable, he even collects rain water and filters it using that instead of tap water

He also had the roof covered with solar panels

OMG I JUST THOUGHT OF SOMETHING!!!!

Din invites Paz to his classroom every month to teach that kids about recycling and do projects with recycled items

One day you visit the classroom to check on Grogu, and you find Paz hunched over with a table of little kids teaching them how to make starter plants for gardens out of egg cartoons

He just looks up and smiles at you, and Din just waves you over to talk as the kids and Paz continue

(Paz thanking the animals and plants for everything they give to him and his table just has me melting 🥺)

(Send me THOTS!!!)

#🐣 anon #modern au #din djarin x reader #din x reader #boba fett x reader #boba x reader #paz vizsla x reader #paz x reader

28 notes · View notes

leiainhoth · 4 years ago

Link

Work summary: For so long, Din fought the reality of giving the child up, giving him to the jetii and moving on. He had prepared for it, packed a bag and left it all behind, so his son could have the life he deserved. All until he didn't have to. Or the one where Luke rescues Grogu on Tython, and Din rescues Luke in return.

Chapter summary: Luke, Din and the child continue their journey to Mos Espa, and Din makes a startling discovery

...

The pre-dawn light stirs Luke from a dream, and he rises with a grin. It was the sixth morning of their journey, the sixth day of traversing the desert waste of Tatooine with strangers and friends alike, and he was enjoying it. Surely more than one should enjoy journeying across dunes on the back of a bantha. But he was. He was at peace— true peace— perhaps for the first time since he had left Tatooine in the first place all those years ago.

There was peace to be had, even when Luke thought himself incapable of relaxing outside of his morning meditations, this was it. This was what he had been searching for, this feeling, this realization that his endless searching would never be victorious. That perhaps what he needed was to be still, be still and listen.

The force was like the wind, here. It ebbed and flowed, the energy of all living things tangled in a web, connecting each and every thing to another. It swelled around Grogu, the child small in his father's lap, dipping and swaying around the Mandalorian. Luke looked within, pleased and in awe of the feeling of oneness that the force had always given him. There was still so much Luke didn't know. So many secrets and techniques that had been lost, fallen to time. He wanted to learn, wanted to listen, but his world was so noisy, engines and footsteps and clanging metal. There was no use for the force on Chandrila, on Coruscant, on any of the core worlds. Whatever the Jedi order used to be before the war was gone, now. It was up to Luke to decide how it would continue; if it would continue, the future of the Jedi was in his hands.

It was a lot of pressure, Luke thought with a reflective exhale, a pressure that had been placed on him with the expectation that he would fulfill it. But he was older, now. Not necessarily wiser, but perhaps warier. Less anticipatory, more thankful; not often expectant of good things to come his way. It made him feel old, and Leia had teased him about it when he told her. But he was a Jedi master, damn it. What the order looked like, what it felt like, was up to him. And nothing Leia could say would change his mind.

Luke opened his eyes from his musings and looked around, not that there was much to look at. They were still far enough from Mos Espa that the landscape was unfamiliar. And even if he had, as a youth trapped here, he wasn't focused on the sand so much as the sky. Wishing beyond his wildest hopes that one day he'd be able to pilot something better than a landspeeder or a skyhopper, that he'd join the Academy and never have to step foot on Tatooine again.

It was a dream he had garnered for much of his childhood, unaware of his father's prowess as a pilot beyond what Owen and Beru had told him. Unaware, but still hopeful that there was something greater waiting for him out there.

But that was years ago, Luke thought with a pain of nostalgia, almost ten years. He wasn't a youth anymore, and any great hopes he held for his future were quiet ones. Find more force-sensitive younglings, set up a temple on a peaceful planet. Spend time with his sister, and Han and Lando, try and keep his droids running smoothly and his lightsaber in one piece. He wanted a life for himself that was different than that of a rebellion hero, something…predictable, something still. Something with a garden and a familiar bed, and… if he could be selfish, perhaps a companion. Someone to keep him company, someone to love and cherish and grow old with. Luke wanted that life, a quiet life.

He had spent his years in the rebellion being what the alliance needed him to be; a damn good pilot, a leader, an example: the poster boy for hope and peace across the galaxy. But he wasn't that man anymore. He didn't want to be a hero; he wanted peace . Because with heroism came fame, recognition; Luke didn't want people to come up to him and thank him for his service. He didn't want those he didn't know to shake his hand and congratulate him on what he did for the rebellion. He didn't want the insignia of the damn Death Star painted on the starboard wing of his X-wing, a concrete and constant reminder of what he had done in the name of the rebellion.

A million souls had died that day, and there were still nights Luke woke up in a cold sweat imagining their fiery deaths. Still times when he sat down suddenly in great pain, still moments where he was overcome with the overwhelming swells of grief and loss. Leia tried to comfort him, as did the droids in the medbay after he came to that day. It wasn't your fault, they told him, pressing the personal comm code for the rebellion psychologist into his palm. You did what had to be done. More people would've died, whole systems would have been destroyed had we not done it first.

We , they had said, and Luke remembered. Had not we done it first. But there was no we, was there? There were the half dozen pilots behind him, and later Han and Chewie in the Falcon, but it was Luke who made the shot and ended it all. Luke, who would hold those souls with him for the rest of his days.

And all because Luke wanted to be a hero, all because he wanted nothing more than to leave when all that he had ever truly needed was at hand, sitting on a moisture farm in Tatooine.

It was easy to say it was all behind him; the war was over. He was lucky that so many of his friends had survived, that he still had his X-wing and Artoo and Chewie and Han and Leia, but…something was missing. Of course, he had lost friends; he wasn't the only man to be orphaned and alone. But it wasn't just that; it was companionship that Luke craved. A companion who didn't care that he was Luke Skywalker of the rebel alliance, who didn't mind the lightning scars on his arms and belly, someone who didn't care he had a missing hand and debilitating nightmares; someone who wouldn't ask questions he didn't want to answer. Someone to joke with him, to care for him, someone who would hold him tight and not let him go.

Luke remembered crumbling the comm code in his palm, nodding to the droid so they would leave, promising to himself that he'd never call them no matter how bad it got. He couldn't bear the pity in their eyes, the looks of disappointment when they saw him for who he truly was. As if he'd let them down; as if the great impenetrable Luke Skywalker was a fluke, not a hero, just a kid from Tatooine with strange powers and a good trigger finger. He wasn't all that they thought he was.

And so, for five years, he tried to forget.

And frankly speaking, he was more or less successful. He watched with pride and happiness as Leia, and the other generals in the rebellion became the pillars of the New Republic, stood by their side when Han and Leia wed. He had held his twin's hand and congratulated her on her pregnancy, and when Ben Solo was born with early signs of force-sensitivity, promised to teach him the ways of the Jedi. And others did the same; his friends settled down with partners and friends, started families and adopted orphans from every corner of the galaxy. Started a new life, and Luke watched with a feeling close to loneliness as he failed to do the same.

It wasn't that he wasn't interested; there were more than one pilot and hotshot with a blaster he had taken a fancy to over the course of the war. Luke wasn't the only one to sneak a bedfellow into his compartment after dark, but it wasn't what he wanted. He wanted something deeper, something less desperate, something more than a stolen kiss in a cupboard and fumbling hands in the dark. Luke wanted something, someone , he could hold tightly, someone to comfort him, to stand by him; someone who didn't sleep with Luke Skywalker for the rights to goading brags at sabacc tables and crowded cantinas. As if was a pawn, just another ace in an X-wing with no future and no past and no interest in living beyond the moment.

Leia tried to set him up once or twice, but Luke hadn't taken her up on it. He wasn't interested in senators or state officials, less so in their stories about the war. DIdn't they get it? Didn't they understand that all Luke wanted to do was to forget? Move on? He didn't want to be the grand hero for the rest of his days? Why couldn't anyone understand that all Luke wanted was for others to treat him like a person? Not a legend, not a hero, but just as himself?

And then, out of nowhere, he received the distress call from Tython; and everything changed in a moment. His ill-timed philosophical musings of a better life put on hold for a child calling desperately for help.

The cost had been his X-wing and Artoo, who (no doubt) would have words to share with Luke when they returned to rescue him, but it had been worth it.

Because now, he had friends.

Friends who neither knew nor cared that he was Luke Skywalker of the rebel alliance; Luke Skywalker, the man who blew up the Death Star. Luke Skywalker, the Jedi, the last Jedi in the galaxy, and Darth Vader's son. They didn't know, they didn't mind. They treated Luke as one of their own with no questions asked. To them, he was just that, Luke , and who he was to them was who he was inside. The one with an eye for mechanics, a love of flying, a fair knowledge of desert flora and fauna. He was Grogu's teacher, Scoeeri and Laele's friend. He was Varre's companion as Grogu played with her baby, A'vod and Cor's helper into the underground cave network Luke had definitely not known existed. He was the mechanic who helped Cobb Vanth with his modified speeder when it broke down the night before.

But to the Mandalorian, it was strangely unclear. What was Luke to him?

Surely a friend, Luke thought with careful consideration, trying not to be nosy and look behind him to see for himself. He was intelligent, but quiet, kind. Soft and generous with those around him, despite the thick armour about him at all times. They were friends, right? The man trusted Luke to watch his child, to teach him the ways of the Jedi. All Luke had done was meditate with the child, but so far, Grogu's father had accompanied them every morning, exiting the tent he and the child shared fully armoured with the baby in his arms. It became more difficult to focus with the Mandalorian so near (damn, his thoughts were blinding), but Luke tried. But even as he did, even as he taught the child about the bond he was forming between them, he couldn't ignore the primary strand Grogu had. Luke could feel the golden strands connecting Grogu to his father twist and fold together with time, evolving from strings to cords to bolts, impenetrable. And this man was apparently just that, not force-sensitive at all.

There was something amused in Grogu's consciousness when Luke asked the boy about it. Clearly, the baby knew something Din didn't, but he didn't pry. Whatever it was that had brought Grogu and his father together had been formed in and amongst significant loss. Grogu had told Luke about the day his father adopted him, describing the feelings of warmth and oneness he experienced whenever his father held him close. The warmth the baby exuded through the force when he spoke about his buir was blinding, and when the child asked about Luke's buir, his parents, he deflated with a brush of pain at the loss he had experienced. He didn't want to shock the child, but he told him that his parents were gone, passed on; but they had loved Luke very much.

The child sent a wave of understanding and affection, and Luke felt a small hand grip his own. Together, the baby seemed to say, his eyes wide and open. Even if you have no buir of your own, my family is yours to share.

Luke let his eyes drift shut, a smile widening as a tear slipped down his cheek. What would it be, Luke wondered, his mind struggling to face the impossible, what would it be to take what had been offered? What would it be to have a family of his own?

Luke thought of the baby's father, the warmth Luke felt whenever he considered him. He and the child were so happy together, so content to stay close, and it brought a laugh to his throat when Luke remembered when the Mandalorian tossed his child in the air for his amusement when he carved figures out of tough stalks of grass for the children to play with. More so when he and his companion were alone, but Luke didn't quite know what to think about that.

It was easier to talk when the air was still, and the world was dark, Luke decided, trying not to look too much into his and the Mandalorian's time together. He remembered asking, just that morning, in fact, if his companion could teach him the language of the Tuskens. It had been an innocent enough inquiry, stemming from nothing but good intentions. For the whole time he'd known her, Luke had been using the force to read the baseline level of Varre's thoughts and emotions to communicate with her. He still felt uneasy about it and wanted to speak freely when Grogu and her baby played together. But the Mandalorian had stuttered out something unintelligible, gesturing strangely before Luke got the message. Too far. It was just as well, he supposed he could ask Cobb. Even the basics would be better than nothing.

But there was something to be said for having an excuse to spend more time with his companion. Luke enjoyed his company; it was simple, complimentary. The Mandalorian didn't ask prying questions, didn't seem to want anything of him other than his companionship. In the soft evening light when the day's travel was done, they sat together and watched the suns set, Grogu often lulling in his father's arms. It was in these times that Luke spoke, knowing that the Mandalorian wouldn't mind. He talked about his childhood spent not far from here, his family, his sister. Spoke about how proud he was of Grogu's growth in the short time they had been together, joked about the funny expression on Laele's face when he caught Cobb staring at him.

His companion laughed a little at that. Luke felt his chest warming, the deep tones of his laugh raising a blush to Luke's cheeks. Was that all it took to make him laugh? It had been funny, Cobb's expressions were longing and soft, and it was nice to take the piss out of someone else, for a change. For so innocent a recollection, for so simple a reason, his companion had laughed; and Luke wanted nothing more than to hear him do it again.

When they hitched up their bantha's the next morning to begin, Luke couldn't help but feel an itch on the back of his neck and turned without thinking to see the Mandalorian looking right at him. Luke had never found it difficult to understand his companion's expressions even with the helmet but blushed anyway. Even the implication that the Mandalorian had been looking in his direction was enough to bring a stuttering breath to Luke's chest. The suns were bright; perhaps he didn't notice the flush that had settled across Luke's face. Or maybe he had; Luke thought with a strange lurch in his gut; the Mandalorian didn't look away but tilted his head in recognition instead.

Kriff, how was he supposed to turn away?

Luke closed his eyes and tried to steady his breathing, turning his head firmly in front of him, refusing to budge his position no matter how much he might want to.

Luckily or not, their journey across the dunes was much the same as it always was, the steps of his bantha slow and lurching, massaging and opening Luke's sit bones and hip joints in a way they hadn't ever been massaged before. A sand crawler appeared in the far north-east, and Luke jerked at the sound of A'Vor, Cobb and the Mandalorian drawing their rifles.

Luke started at the sound of Grogu protesting in the Mandalorian's saddlebag. He turned, catching his companion's eye with what he hoped to be wordless understanding, halting his bantha in his tracks to let the Mandalorian catch-up.

"Can you," the Mandalorian said softly, not wishing the others to overhear. "Can you convince the Jawas to stay away?"

Luke nodded, "If you want me to. Do you want me to take the child? You'll need both hands to use your rifle,"

"Yes," the Mandalorian said, handing Luke the squirming child. Luke sent a wave of calm to the baby and felt him settle in Luke's lap, unhappy and concerned but willing to remain quiet for the time being. Luke took a deep breath, steadying his mind before reaching out across the sand, feeling inside him a flurry of activity. He had never fully mastered the Jedi mind tricks he had seen Ben perform; they felt so invasive, so personal, to actively work against one's will to achieve his ends. Luke didn't think the Jawas would mind, and at the very least, they owed him from the last time he was on Tatooine. He felt only a twinge of guilt in redirecting them to the southwest, far away from their little caravan.

"They seem to be turning," Cobb said from ahead of them, a pair of binocs in his hands. Luke blinked his eyes open with a smile.

"Imagine that," the Mandalorian said, and Luke smiled, pleased. Cobb lowered his blaster, and the Mandalorian did the same, lowering his heavy pulse rifle to its holster on the side of his bantha.

"Can I keep the child for the morning?" Luke asked, looking down at Grogu, calming down now that his father was still. "He could use a change of scenery."

"If you'd like to," the Mandalorian said but then hesitated, fishing in his saddlebag for something. "He's fine in the satchel, but I have a head covering for him."

That was how Luke found himself fixing a canvas hat to the baby's head, laughing at its floppy brim and too wide chin strap as the baby cooed at this strange thing on his body.

"It's a hat, Grogu," Luke said, adjusting the garment so it didn't fall. "It'll keep you safe in the sun; your dad doesn't want you to get sunburnt,"

Luke understood the hesitancy; he had applied a sunblock patch every day of his life before he left Tatooine and resumed the habit now that he'd returned without a hitch. But Luke recalled the Mandalorian's hesitancy in applying on onto the child, unsure if it would irritate his skin or cause a rash. Luke had watched with affection, helping the Mandalorian drape the baby in his tunics so the beating suns would stay off the child's skin. Grogu didn't seem to mind and was fascinated with this strange fabric in front of his face.

"Keep it on, Grogu, that's it," Luke said with a laugh, settling the baby between himself and the saddle horn. "Look, I have one too!"

Grogu turned and smiled toothily at Luke's sun gear, babbling happily about everything and nothing and all of the things around.

Luke felt the Mandalorian's gaze on him for the entirety of the morning, and when Luke turned with the pretence of showing the baby where his father was, Luke flushed, a hesitant smile on his face.

continued

#dinluke #family bonding #din djarin/luke skywalker #din djarin x luke skywalker #IJADIHIM-xXxVioletSkyxXx

22 notes · View notes

headfulloffantasies · 4 years ago

Text

Nesting

The Mandalorian- 2146 words

Read it on Ao3

Something was stalking Skywalker’s Jedi Academy. Din saw its lanky shape from the sky as he brought his ship to land beside the garden patch. It lumbered away, a huge shadow vanishing beyond the tomato plants into the trees.

Din inquired about it immediately to Skywalker.

Skywalker sighed. He held Kat, his newest recruit, on his lap. She played with the edges of his cape. “Yes, I’ve seen the creature for the last few weeks. It killed some of our animals.”

“What have you done about it?” Din demanded. It looked like a massive mountain lion. If the creature was bold enough to attack penned animals next to a settlement, it wouldn’t hesitate to kill a child.

“It knows me,” Skywalker answered. “It runs when I get close.”

Well, it didn’t know Din. “I’ll handle it,” he promised.

The creature proved wily. It moved silently on padded feet over the dry leaves between the trees. It hid in the treetops when Din finally got a bead on its footprints. Din came to the end of its trail and pulled up short. He could see the Jedi school through the gaps in the foliage. The kids were playing a game in the grass. If the creature had gotten this close in broad daylight then Din needed to eliminate it fast.

A huge weight dropped onto Din’s back. He slammed into the ground. His teeth clacked together. Claws screeched over his beskar backplate, shredding his cloak. The creature growled, frustrated at the shell its prey had encased itself in. The stench of its foul breath penetrated Din’s helmet.

Din couldn’t roll over with the creature’s paws pinning him to the ground. He activated his flamethrower. The creature leaped away from the fire Din threw over his shoulder. Din pulled himself to his knees. He reached for his holster. A massive paw swiped at his chest. Din tumbled backwards, crashing out of the trees into the blinding sunlight. For a second he lay still on his back while his lungs remembered how to inhale.

A shrill scream sent Din into overdrive. He stumbled to his feet. He stood between the creature and the children. He would not let the monster get past him. Din freed his blaster. The creature prowled the edge of the trees. Its poisonous yellow eyes narrowed at Din. Its haunches bunched, prepared to pounce.

Din set his feet. The monster leaped. Din shot. One two three. The blaster bolts caught the creature in its soft underbelly. It smashed into the ground; all the power leeched from its muscles. Din advanced warily. It looked dead; its fur singed where Din had shot it. He put another blaster bolt through its head just to make sure.

“Woah.”

The voice startled Din. He hadn’t heard the huddle of kids approach. They clung to each other and stared at the creature’s body. The smallest one turned her wide eyes on Din. Fear filled her tiny face.

Din held his breath. He’d never used his weapons in front of the children before. He’d never hurt anything in front of them. Were they afraid he’d hurt them next?

“That was so cool!” Holden, the oldest child pumped his fist. “You were like blam, blam!” Holden mimed shooting a gun and making blaster noises. “And the thing was like- ugh.” He flopped on the ground with his tongue hanging out. The other kids giggled.

Din watched this dramatic re-enactment in bewilderment. They weren’t scared. The kids crowded closer. Din had to stop them from poking the dead monster.

“It might have parasites,” he explained lamely.

“Can I try your blaster?” Holden asked.

Din’s mind went blank. How young was too young for a blaster? His own education held no answers. He’d been years behind his fellow clanmates as a child. His earliest memories of the covert blurred with indistinct impressions of struggling to learn Mando’a and spending most of his training with children younger than himself. His buir hadn’t meant to isolate him from his peers, but Din couldn’t be expected to hold his own against kids he couldn’t speak to and who’d known how to kill a man by age six. Instead, Din’s buir had spent long hours training Din himself to make up the lost time. Din shot his first blaster at age nine, but he knew his peers of the same age could sharpshoot at fifty paces.

Din looked Holden up and down. He was one of the older Jedi trainees. Twelve? Ten? Old enough, Din decided.

Tatiana piped up. “I want to learn too.”

Absolutely not. Thank the stars for sending this child to remind him what a horrible idea a kid with a blaster was. Tatiana could not be counted to carry a tray of food across the room without spilling it. She could not handle a weapon. And if she couldn’t, then it wasn’t fair to let any other kids try.

So how to appease a gaggle of children? Din lied through his teeth.

“I promised Grogu I’d teach him before anyone else.”

Everyone collectively groaned. The blaster weighed more than Grogu did. They all knew it would probably be another fifty years before the youngling could even hold the weapon without toppling over.

“Why don’t you ask Master Skywalker to teach you his lightsword?” Din suggested. That would keep the kids off his back for a while.

Din shooed the kids back to their classes and spent the afternoon dragging the corpse into the forest to bury it.

He came back at sunset, sweaty, exhausted, and hungry. Skywalker intercepted him at the ramp of his ship.

“Thank you for handling the beast,” Luke said. “The kids are all buzzing about it.”

Din shrugged. He’d only protected his son. It was nothing to get excited about.

“The kids keep asking for you,” Luke continued. “Will you join us for dinner?”

Din had planned on showering and having his own meal before fetching Grogu for a quiet night. But he supposed he owed the kids for scaring them in the first place.

“Alright,” Din nodded.

“I have to warn you,” Skywalker said. “Ivy has started asking Why.”

“Why what?”

Skywalker sighed. “Why everything.”

Din did not know which slimy child was named Ivy. If he had, he might have avoided the headache.

“Why do you have armour at dinner?” The little one with curly hair sitting beside Grogu asked.

Din startled a little bit. The kids normally didn’t bother him during their evening meal. They ate quickly so they could go out and play before bedtime. The rows of tables for the communal meal were loud, but mostly focused on scarfing down the rice and vegetables.

This child held her spoon clutched in her fist and smeared sauce all over her face. She stared up at Din, waiting for his answer.

“I always wear my armour,” Din explained.

She nodded and went back to moving her rice into piles on her plate.

Grogu babbled and held out a piece of vegetable for Din. He took it politely and waited until Grogu wasn’t looking to sneak it back onto his plate.

“Why do you have buttons on your clothes?” The girl asked.

Din looked down at his vambraces. “They’re controls.”

“Why?”

Something clicked. “Are you Ivy?”

She nodded.

Din sighed in the privacy of his helmet. “The buttons control lots of things. Weapons, my ship, Grogu’s basinet.”

Grogu cooed at his name.

“Why?”

“I don’t understand,” Din admitted. “What are you asking?”

“Why are the buttons on your arms?” Ivy demanded.

“That’s where it goes.” Din answered.

“Why?”

“Why what? You can see this is where it is. There is no why.”

She cocked her head. Got you there, kiddo.

“Why not?”

Dank ferrick.

Luke swooped to the rescue. “Ivy, you haven’t finished eating. Save your questions for after dinner, okay?”

“Okay.” Ivy scooped up some rice and spilled half of it in her lap on the way to her mouth.

Din retired to his ship after the meal. Grogu went straight into his hammock above Din’s berth. The kid snuggled into his blanket and fell fast asleep. Din spent some time going over a few minor repairs. Din finally gave in to the call of his bunk.

Din removed his cloak first. He hung it on the hook on the wall. He wiggled his hands out his gloves. He unstrapped his vambraces and the pauldrons followed quickly. Din kicked off his boots. He reached to free his blaster holster from his belt. He checked over the weapon and laid it on top of the growing pile of beskar. Din reached for the Darksaber dangling from the other side of his belt.

It wasn’t there.

Din froze. The clip where the Darksaber usually hung was empty. No ancient Jedi sword presented itself. Din turned a confused circle, searching to see if he’d dropped it. Nothing.

Ice ran down Din’s spine. He checked under the bunk, and on all the shelves. No Darksaber. He opened the berth door and checked where he’d been working.

Din tore the ship apart. He stood in the middle of the carnage with his hands on his hips.

Dank ferrick. Din had to admit the Darksaber was not aboard his ship. He sighed to the heavens.

Din grumbled as he tugged his half-removed armour back on. He stomped out of the ship and headed back to the Jedi Academy.

Din moved silently through the slumbering school. He knocked softly on a door at the end of the hall.

The door slid back. A disheveled Luke Skywalker blinked up at Din.

“What’s wrong?” The Jedi asked.

“I lost the Darksaber,” Din confessed.

“Congratulations,” Luke yawned.

“No, I lost it. I can’t find it,” Din explained.

“Oh kriff.” Luke shook himself awake. “Where?”

“I don’t know.”

“Well, let’s start looking.” Luke grabbed a cape to cover his soft sleeping robes. “Kriff only knows what will happen if one of the kids finds it.”

They searched all night. Luke used his magic powers to listen for its frequency or whatever the kriff Jedi did. To no avail. Din retraced his steps all the way to the dead beast’s final resting place. He drew the line at digging the creature up.

The sun pinked the horizon by the time Din stumbled back to the school. The kids would wake for their morning meditation soon. Din needed to head back to his ship and fetch Grogu.

Din lifted his head. He startled. Grogu moved across the school yard in the pale light. He dragged a screwdriver along the ground behind him. It was such a bizarre sight that Din didn’t immediately call out to his son. Grogu moved intently to the side of the building. He stopped and peeked his fuzzy head around the corner. Satisfied, Grogu shuffled out of sight. The screwdriver left a furrow in the dirt behind him.

Din followed Grogu at a distance. The kid waddled out back to the vegetable patch. He passed into the squash plants and vanished.

Din experienced a mini heart attack, thinking Grogu had fallen in a hole. He hurried forward. Din pulled back one of the massive green leaves. Din let out a surprised laugh.

“Luke,” Din shouted. “I found it.”

“What in the stars is a lightsaber doing in the pumpkins?” Luke came trundling up beside him. He peered over Din’s shoulder.

Grogu squeaked at being discovered. He sat on a pile of pilfered items half covered in dirt. The hilt of the Darksaber poked out of the ground. A single boot Din assumed belonged to Luke flopped on top of an empty box of crackers. Other bits and bobs stacked on top of each other in some kid of nest Grogu had assembled. Grogu gripped the screwdriver like a weapon. His wrinkled face scowled at his father and teacher.

Din and Luke laughed.

“Come here, womp rat,” Din lifted Grogu. He squealed, wriggling to free himself and get back to his treasure trove.

“Is that my boot?” Luke poked at the collection. Grogu whined.

Din held his son at eye level. “This is stealing. We don’t steal.” He faced Luke. “I’m sorry. He knows better.”

Luke tugged the Darksaber out of the mess. “Well, I suppose there’s no harm done. So long as it doesn’t happen again.” The Jedi held eye contact with Grogu. The child huffed a grumble.

“Hey,” Din admonished.

Grogu pinned his ears back, but he relented and gave Luke a nod.

Luke beamed. “Good. All better.”

Luke extended the Darksaber to Din. “I believe this belongs to you.”

“Nope.” Din backed away. “I lost it. It’s yours now.”

Luke squawked. “That’s not how it works. Take it.”

“No, thank you.” Din spun on his heel and walked away. He heard Luke chasing. Din broke into a run.

“Hey!” Luke shouted. “Get back here!”

#the mandalorian #din djarin #Luke Skywalker #grogu #baby yoda #star wars #the darksaber #fanfiction #fanfic

10 notes · View notes

water-writings · 4 years ago

Note

❤️💙💜 for Casali, Alex, and Marnie? 😘😘😘

ugh I hate that you’re making me write for Alex hahaha I haven’t touched her in a few years lol Now I might have to start working on her again lol I guess I have three OCs to work on now haha

❤️ - Passion (What is your OC passionate about? Hobbies? A significant other?)

Casali is passionate about gardening. She loves growing her flowers and fruits and seeing all the hard work come to the end result of the beautiful flowers and tasty fruit that she sells. She loves seeing people’s faces when a loved one is given a flower or two and loves seeing children clamber to get a new treat. Her dad was the one who taught her how to garden when she was little and she’s been doing it since then.

Alex is passionate about teaching. Growing up with Evelyn Mercer as a neighbor she was inspired to follow her path of helping kids have a good life. But instead of a social worker she wanted to go the route of an elementary school teacher. She believes teachers have just as big of an impact on a child’s life as their parents.

Marnie loves reading. The minute she finds out that someone likes the same books as her, like when she learned Raquel wants to be a writer and likes to read, her eyes light up and the shy girl she is opens up with a lot more energy. She’ll ask what the person’s favorite book or author is and just go off. She loves books haha!

💙 - Calm (When do they feel most calm? Confident? What kind of pressures can they deal with? What kind of pressures can’t they deal with? What is their ideal day?)

Casali feels the most calm when gardening. It’s a good time for her to be left with her thoughts and calm down if she’s feeling stressed or angry. This is a big issue for her when she starts living on the Crest. Can’t exactly grow stuff without soil and sunlight now can you? But she finds ways to calm down when she needs to. It takes a moment when she finds something equally as calming as gardening, but drawing with Grogu or sitting in the cockpit with Din and just watching the stars as he flies them places are on par. So whenever a mission gone wrong or the worry of losing Din or Grogu becomes a near reality it stresses her out. She likes them and they’ve started to become a part of her life. So whenever they come back from a job Casali will do one of the those two methods.

Alex loves to just sit with Jack as he plays his guitar and comes up with new music. She loves listening to his voice as he sings and the strum of the strings. It’s a very calming sound that she’s grown to love and look forward to after a hard day at work. Living with the Mercers as an honorary little sister means she has to deal with the shit that they “bring home” with them. She can’t handle the violence that sometimes follows them, especially when she comes home the day of the shootout. Those are moments where she needs to just lay next to Jack and listen to him play.

Marnie reads whenever she needs to calm down. She likes to visualize the worlds she’s reading about and just imagine what life is like there. She also finds it calming when she watches TV with Wally or Kenny. Two of her favorite people and just getting a chance to shut off her brain for a moment (or a day) and just enjoy something. Her first week or two with the Team is some of the most stressful she’s ever had. She’s new to the whole hero thing and also training to control her magic with Zatanna. It’s worse than finals week!

💜 - Compassion (Do they easily empathise with others? What is their relationship like with their parents? Does their sympathy easily turn to pity? Have they been met with much compassion through their life?)

Casali is very empathetic. She believes that everyone’s feelings are valid and should be understood. She wants to help people where she can. Unless your Gribot or someone of the like then she’ll give you a warm smile while her eyes have a murderous look in them. She’ll basically leave those people to their own devices, feelings be damned. She lived with her uncle for years after her parents died, he’s a horrible man who treats her like garbage all because her mother was from the Water Tribe while her dad was from the Plant Tribe. Her uncle never believed she was his brother’s daughter so resented her. She grew up with that from day one and despite it all she held her head high and showed love where she could just as her parents taught her.

Alex tries to be empathetic, but with certain people you just can’t even try. She’s very empathetic with Jack because of his background. She understands some things like loud arguments and anything that reminds him of his dad makes him extremely uncomfortable so she does her best to help him feel comfortable. She does the same with the other Mercer brothers, but there are moments where Bobby gets on her nerves and she just walks away. She grew up with Evelyn, one of the most compassionate people she ever met so she’s had compassion growing up. She doesn’t remember her parents as well since they died when she was 6, but her uncle she grew up with. He wasn’t the most compassionate when she first moved in, but it was Evelyn who made him come around and she’s been close with him ever since.

Marnie isn’t open with people right away so she doesn’t empathize with them right off the bat. She doesn’t know what’s the best thing to say if a situation calls for her to comfort them or give some word of advice. She doesn’t know the person, she doesn’t know what they are like and what they’d like to hear. Once she knows them well enough she’ll know what to say. She’s not the best compared to someone like M’Gann, but she’ll do her best to make a friend feel better.

#okay this was really fun and gave me some great insight on these three!!#oc: casali #the mandalorian oc #the mandalorian #oc: alex grayson #four brothers oc #four brothers #oc: marnie hemmings #oc: harmony #young justice oc #young justice #my ocs #my oc #thank you for the ask!#nightwingshero #ask game #oc ask #oc ask game #ask me

4 notes · View notes

thewriterowl · 3 years ago

Note

So I was wondering if you might have any headcanons about alpha din and Vader with omega Luke??

You mean based on the amazing @starboundanon fic which was updated today and left me buried in amazing trash??? I just may!

TW: Dark, trashy, kinks galore

So when Alpha Din and Alpha Vader become BFFs Luke's life is over. There is no freedom. There is no chance of escape. He is an Omega with two alphas; it is difficult for an Omega to escape a singular Alpha....two, and these two, are a doom to his freedom.

He tries, of course. He's Luke Skywalker. He is going to try is best for as long as he can. But he is being double-teamed by an Alpha Master and Alpha trainee. Every day he is trained or used as a training tool.

Din learns how to put Luke in a submissive, breeding position and Luke learns how to be put and remain in such position. Din learns how to put Luke in a subspace and Luke learns how to not stubbornly fight it. Luke is usually so exhausted and his brain is melted by the teachings he rarely has energy to even plot to escape let alone make an attempt. It really pleases his alphas who see him as a precious baby who is learning his place as a good boy.

His alphas dress him or, at least, selects what he is to wear every day. They teach him how to dress themselves with their armor and royal garments. They bathe him and get him to bathe them in return--they love scrubbing over his beautiful baby-smooth Omega skin and washing his hair. Luke gets stubborn and shy when it's his turn and it is so precious they melt a bit.

The alphas talk about Luke's future with kids in front of him a lot. Deciding if Luke's small body is ready to carry babies and on the importance of adoption that is part of Din's life and culture. They cautiously prepare that Luke will get pregnant soon, but both believe it is possibly Luke (thanks to the suppressants and injuries) may not be able to conceive. it is a mild sadness for the two but know that the children they find for Luke to mother will be perfect.

Din wins over his head Alpha even more when he one day brings this little alien creature and gifts him to Luke as their first child. It makes Luke melt as he tends and cuddles and just Omegas the child named Grogu (Vader loves his adoptive grandson who looks like Yoda).

Man, what if Luke's body makes him start to lactate just ever so slightly, and his alphas get him to feed the new baby in front of them and in private Din takes some from himself.

IF Luke does get pregnant, Din and Vader are hyper protective and possessive. Luke can never leave the royal wing once he starts to show. He can only be allowed out into the private palace gardens on occasion and with both of them present. His food and sleep and exercise are carefully monitored and controlled and he has daily check-ups to ensure he and the baby is healthy.

Luke would have a baby girl and he can't help but name her Padme or Shmi, which leaves Vaderkin choking and so in love with his son and grandbaby even more. (their daughter is an Omega herself and her papa and grandpapa are SO protective too).

Luke may not have more than one baby--i see it being a hard pregnancy. So Din and Vader just happen to find orphans and bring them to make part of their clan. Luke could never begin to think to escape and leave his babies behind.

#a/b/o #tw: darkfic #dark din djarin #dinluke #owl inbox

78 notes · View notes

thewriterowl · 3 years ago

Text

I posted 19,258 times in 2021

2492 posts created (13%)

16766 posts reblogged (87%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 6.7 posts.

I added 23,549 tags in 2021

#star wars - 5295 posts

#babies - 4002 posts

#the mandalorian - 2487 posts

#omg - 2134 posts

#lol - 1981 posts

#dinluke - 1963 posts

#luke skywalker - 1623 posts

#kitties - 1482 posts

#puppies - 1320 posts

#owl inbox - 1262 posts

Longest Tag: 114 characters

#din was probably frantically reaching in his pockets to find some sort of ring before luke started on his problems

My Top Posts in 2021

(kicks door open) AND ANOTHER LUKE HEAD-CANNON!! Luke’s most powerful weapon is his ability of crushing the word no with his puppy-dog eyes.

Vader: I’m evil.

Luke: Please don’t be. (sad face)

Vader: Kay, I’m good.

Han: I don’t support the rebellion.

Luke: But can’t you? (hopeful face)

Han; Welp, let’s go kill some flying space-Nazis.

Yoda: You can’t save your friends.

Luke: But...I wanna. (pleading face)

Yoda: Aw, well, ok then.

Din: I only love my son.

Luke: Can I be included? (shy face)

Din: (slams marriage license down) Sign the fuck up, buttercup.

680 notes • Posted 2021-03-31 18:58:09 GMT

Din: (trying to learn more about this [cute] Jedi to figure out if he’s trustful to take care of Grogu) So...what do you like to do?

Luke: (happy this very handsome DILF is talking to him) Well...I like sparring, fighting, teaching, taking care of kids, flying ships, visiting my family, hiding on quiet planets, I garden at times cause I used to be a farm-kid...also calms my mind, I apparently may have PTSD cause i’ve had two sets of parents die, two teachers die, friends die, my first crush die, was told my father was responsible for genocide, lost my hand to said father, has been tortured, hunted, left alone, and had to shoulder the weight of the entire galaxy basically alone...but I found Grogu and you and i’m starting a school so it’s better now...oh, I like to bake cakes :D

Din: (on his knee) For the love everything holy, marry me...and use our marriage benefits to get therapy.

865 notes • Posted 2021-03-28 23:00:31 GMT

Luke, a 5′6 cinnamon roll martyr: I am ready to die for this cause.

Din, a 5′11 built tired himbo: (picks him up and carries him away) You most certainly are not.

1040 notes • Posted 2021-02-03 19:21:38 GMT

Bo-Katan: You have to be the Mand'alor and rule as king. It is your duty and honor as the chosen one.

Din: Nah.

Bo-Katan: You could unite our broken people.

Din: None of my business.

Bo-Katan: You'd be powerful and adored.

Din: Yuck.

Leia (drinking a Pina Colada from the sidelines): You could marry my brother to keep galactic peace.

Din: ...so how quickly can we get the throne room updated? I'd like a chair next to mine for my consort. You think naming a city after him would be too much of a power move in my first year? Can I tax people if they look too long at him? Grogu will be called prince, by the way, and he gets his own wing in the palace. Kryze, keep up and help me get this coronation started.

1161 notes • Posted 2021-02-21 06:44:30 GMT

Luke: Why is everyone so concerned about Top or Bottom?

Din: Luke...

Luke: I mean, I’d just be happy to have a bunk-bed.

Din: (sighs) Luke...it’s because of the tactical differences. Using a saber from the top would just be difficult. You want someone with a blaster on top to act as cover.

Luke: Oooh...that does make sense.

Han & Leia:...

Han: I gotta tell them.

Leia: No.

1307 notes • Posted 2021-01-21 00:00:23 GMT

Get your Tumblr 2021 Year in Review →

#my 2021 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #i may have a problem #i went a little crazy #whoops

47 notes · View notes

fandom-blackhole · 4 years ago

Note

My beloved darling my brain is on overheat, let's get this bread!

Armorer = Andromeda yess, did I tell you that I love your galaxy brain?,

This name can also explains Paz' fixation on the astronomical stuff,

Omg, he'd not only tatoo his babygirl's name but outline of Andromeda galaxy to go with it,

Grogu saying bad words omg,

Next time you and Boba are babysitting him, you are supervising them 25/8,

You let Boba teach Grogu how to swim, since you have a nice huge pool and it does seem harmless right?,

Next second you glance at them, Boba is doing some kind of water wwe with the kiddo, throwing him into the water lol,

LET ME KISS YOUR BRILLIANT MIND,

Also that meme that you've posted earlier of our connected minds is a real manifestation,

Listen, I thought about Rex and Cody too!,

But.. Jaster and Jango omg, honoring great grandpa and grandpa 😍,

Well since you and Boba have a big house, there is no problem with having more than two children,

Omg imagine the future vision of Grogu, Jango, Jaster, Rex and Cody being protective over Andromeda also sibling goals!,

Shit we need names for little Djarins tho,

I believe in you since you came with these brilliant ideas for Paz and Boba's children,

Boba playing guitar and singing for you,

He is secretly a big old fashioned romantic,

Also your jewelry collection must be worth more than entire national reserve lmfao,

Since Boba likes cowboys, space or not, he bought you a pony yeehaaw,

And you've had enough practice with riding, right? 😉,

Paz is really crafty, obviously,

He makes you flowercrowns using flowers from his little garden 🥺,

Boba saw your tumblr and decided to sign up too,

He immediately got attacked in the dms by those obnoxious, p0rn bots,

''Princess, why are random people asking me if I am looking for a sugar daddy? What is this bulshittery'',

You tell him to ignore these messages and that there is no point in responding because these are bots,

He doesn't get it, responding to every single one of them with I WILL FIND WHERE YOU LIVE YOU COCKSUCKER,

He actually commands his best hackers to find who is behind all of this shitshow lol,

No one messes with the Fetts, even bots,

Din doing your make up?,

Since he does a lot of drawing and doodling both in class and with Grogu his skills are pretty decent,

He'd even manage to put fallsies on you!,

I feel that Paz could totally slay your looks,

You'd be beaten to the gods, it's like mixing and adding ingredients so he's got you!,

Boba on the other hand is pro at smudging your lipstick and making your face stained by tears mixed up with mascara 😉,

Also Paz knitting???,

Making cute matching socks for him, you and Aurora and Ad'ika??? 😍,

When Din is home alone he vents to Crest about his existential crisis,

She just throws one of Grogu's plushies at him,

Boba asks if he can post pics of Fennec too,

You agree but under one condition,

You will send him pics done by you that he can post lol,

Paz, Boba and Din brotherly bonding st the shooting range,

They set up a little tournament,

But they all are so good,

Boba and Paz obviously have the work experience, but Din?

Auntie Armorer being a bad ass she is, trained Din and Paz in some martial arts and how to use a gun,

Grogu sneaking up on them and shooting straight bullseye lol,

Getting drunk with them?

Paz, due to his larger frame can drink a lot and still feel somewhat sober,

But when he is wasted he becomes even more of a goofball, wrecking chaos wherever you guys were partying at,

Din becomes drunk easly,

And he gets all blushy on his face,

Also he becomes really touchy and handsy with you 😉,

Boba being drunk?

Yeah, I think he can only become pussydrunk 😳😳😳

Okay sorry darling, but I need to calm down, I became too distracted after the last bit - 🐣

Listen there is no calm over here, and don't apologize for all of this beautiful masterpiece....

So names for Din's kids.... for a girl I like the name Farrah or Luna and for a boy what about Jax??

Boba totally tries to go behind your back and teach little Grogu things

You only find out about them because he tries to teach kids at school the same things and Din freaks out

All of the kids are super close and they all are protective of eachother

Especially little Andromeda, because she's just softer and more caring and she is the target when other kids are around

Rex and Cody are pretty much attached at the hip, doing everything together, and you and Boba aren't sure how but Rex was born with blonde hair, and Cody has a birthmark spanning where his scar is in the movies/show

Boba singing and playing the guitar? Be still my beating heart

Boba singing the the babies to sleep!!!!

Boba owning enough horse for all of you to go horse back riding when ever you want to

Boba has a movie theater in his house

BOBA BEING ON TUMBLR AND JUST GETTING PORN BOTS MESSAGING HIM LEFT AND RIGHT

Boba totally messages them all and tells them to fuck off he already has a princess

Listen Din is actually super good at art, and he loves when you let him do your make up

Grogu loves when Din does HIS makeup

Paz also is so good at making your base makeup look fucking flawless and natural and you aren't sure how he does it

And Boba is the KING of giving you that, just fucked look 😉😉

Paz knitting?!?!? 2739203/10 best image ever

He totally makes Andromeda's baby blanket as well as a bigger matching one for you

Din, Paz, and Boba totally get together every couple of months, especially if they haven't seen eachother in a bit

The Armorer definitely made sure her boys could defend themselves because she didn't want to see them hurt

Grogu is a total natural at shooting, but Boba will claim that he taught it to him because of the babysitting incident

GETTING SMASHED WITH THE BOYS!!

Din definitely can't hold his liquor and he talks so much more with no filter when he is drunk

He also will try to shove his hand down your pants, even if you are in public so watch out

You aren't even sure Boba can get drunk, but he does love drinking with you

Or better yet, drinking you 😉😉

Paz is totally a giggly drunk, and he always thinks he comes up with the best ideas but they are always terrible

But he does come up with some pretty good recipes while drunk

God imagine family dinners with all of the kids and Paz cooking 🥺🥺

Paz would be so overjoyed if you got a tattoo that symbolizes him

You both getting the mando vows tattooed in mando'a!!!!

Bob totally fills all the dad role with the kids so well

You find him telling them stories before bed and giving them each kisses on the forehead

(SEND ME THOTS!!!)

#🐣 anon #modern au #din djarin x reader #din x reader #boba fett x reader #boba x reader #paz vizsla x reader #paz x reader

19 notes · View notes