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spacecatbowtie · 1 year ago

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I know why - path 3: Sweet/Switch Din

Interactive story (Path 3 of 3)

Base story | Path 1: Dom Din | Path 2: Dark Din | Path 3: Switch Din

After the base story, this is one of the endings. Dark Din.

Warnings: Explicit MDNI 18+

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Chapter word count: 4.4k

AO3

Tags: #Angst #Smut #Porn With Plot #Mando needs to work on his communications skills #unprotected p in v #Fingering #First POV #no mention of oc name #No use of y/n #I hate y/n #OC wants to be taken care of #OC wants to be independent #kinda forced proximity #Exhibitionism #Interactive #Daddy Dom Din Djarin #sweet din #switch Din

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I jerk my hand out of his grasp. "Don't pretend to have empathy all of a sudden.. bounty hunter." The words roll of my tongue like venom.

"I'm not pretending." The Mandalorian in front of me states.

"You have no regard for my feelings what so ever." He needs to feel what he made me feel in those increasing moments of uncertainty and denial. "I want to go. I can't stand to be near you anymore."

It is silent for a few seconds. As expected he gives as much of a reaction as with every other situation. none. I push past him, colliding with him, witch hurt me probably more than him. But that is not the point. Then I stop I my tracks as his strangled voice reaches me.

"I'm sorry..." It sounds as if it pains him to say it.

Slowly I turn to him. I should just walk away, I should leave.

With a sigh, his shoulders slack. "I'm sorry you thought I was pushing you away, which I really was, I see that now. But I don't want you away, and-" Another sigh, his helmet tips down, as if he does not have the courage to look into my eyes.

Since when did he talk so much? Baffled, I stare at him as he rambles on. My face softens. It is kind of endearing how he acts all uncertain now.

"Look the truth is, I don't want you hurt. Thats why I am hesitant to take you with me on jobs." The warmth of his grip that surrounds my hands and jaw disappears, and appears on both my shoulders instead. He cages me in again. But this time it's not invading. His helmet is still tilted down. Are his eyes closed? Is he looking down at the ground, or my feet, or wherever those eyes are.

I hope he is looking at some part of me.

The unexpected thought makes my cheeks glow warm.

Another sigh from him. "I think another reason I have been pushing you away, is because I know there is something that I know I want. But I know it won't work."

As if he wants to see every detail of my reaction, his visor snaps up at me, and I am still looking at him with wide eyes. I'm happy to notice that my mouth doesn't hang open.

"And I also don't let you come with me, because you distract me."

A nervous laugh that sounds more like a wheeze, is the first thing out of my mouth. "Are.. am.. How.. In what way do I distract you?"

The grip of his hands on my shoulders tighten slightly for a second, before he places them on my hips. "In what ways don't you..." His voice sounds horse and soft. "You always look so beautiful and precious. When you smile, I want to worship you-" His hand reaches up again and a thumb moves over my bottom lip. "When you cry I want to hold you. And when you look at me, it makes me want to..." He hesitates for a second. "Touch you."

This is not happening right now.

Surely, any moment now, I'll wake in my bunk alone and horny. It'll be like so many other times I had dreamt about him. He would always tease me with his voice and his hands, just as he is doing now. However, I would always wake up just before he'd touch me where I need him most.

His warmth disappears when he takes a step back. "I'm sorry. I did not want to put you on the spot like that."

I realize I have been zoning out, and staring through him while in my thoughts about him. "No, it is okay, I just did not expect this." I grab his hands to prevent him from moving further away from me, and he just looks at our conjoined hands. He stares I think. Softly he squeezes back and I smile softly at him. He is cute when he acts shy.

"Thank you for telling me, Mando." My hands let go of his, and slowly follow the shape of his arms, from the wrists until his biceps. They feel solid, and tense even more underneath my touch. I don't know where I get my sudden courage from, but I feel bold. It could just be the sexual frustration kicking in, or the fact that he basically admitted to feeling at least something for me. Whatever it is, I decide to take the next dangerous step. "But maybe-" From his arms, I move to touch his cowled neck and ultimately slide my hands down his chest to lean in close. "maybe, I like distracting you."

There is no reaction from him except the sudden quick intake of breath. Not that I expected him to say something. I suspected he was not very experienced with people in this way.

During the time I've been with him, he has never brought someone to his ship. I suspected that at least a few of the times that he was away, he was enjoying some company, paid or not. But now it appears that this might not have been the case. I think he distracts himself from the need for affection through his profession.

I can work with that.

Unmoving and patiently, he is still waiting for what happens next. I look up at him, my smile turning sly. "I really want to have sex with you right now."

He is so tense, that I can feel it radiating off him.

"Dank farrik." He breathes finally. And with that he envelops me in a tight hug, taking me off guard. "Girl, the things you do to me.."

I let out a laugh and return the hug. Relief floods me, he took that well, he is not revolted by me, like part of me feared. Perhaps he might even feel the same about me, as I do for him.

The distinctive smell of him fills my nose when I breathe in, face pressed against his body. It is a warm smell, like coming home after a long day. The leather scent makes my head feel light and tingly, my need for him builds. There has been enough waiting already. I take advantage of his distraction. Just as Mando had done to me before, I turn him around and shove him back against the wall. He is taken off guard, even though he is big and heavy, he is quite easy to manipulate. His back hits the rough stone, making the beskar on his shoulders cling with a metallic sound.

He does not have time to respond with a clever remark, because I drape against him once more. "Touch me, Mando." I guide one of his hands to my waist and one above my chest. This is near the places I want him to touch me, but I want him to take his time and not to rush him in something he may not be comfortable with yet. In the meantime, I step one leg in between his and stand close. with my upper thigh, I softly apply pressure against his crotch. The soft groan that he fails to hold in, is music to my ears.

I proceed to tease him with smooth motions of my leg. Through the movements , I feel him getting harder. Angling my hips I try to rut his thigh and receive some pressure where I need it. He catches on to what I want and places his foot a little forward, so his leg makes contact with the sweet spot between my legs.

"Use me to get off" He rasps while keeping his hands on the same places on my body as I had placed them. It is as if he is scared to do something out of line.

"You can touch me." I keep moving my core over the beskar piece on his thigh. "I want you to touch me."

Finally his hands come to life, slowly they creep over my body. One to cup my breast and one my butt. "You feel so good." There is a hint of wonder in his voice.

There are too many layers. I need to feel him, every part of him. Even though I can't see his face, I look up at him as I slide my hand down his chest. The visor is dark as ever, not showing a hint of emotion or humanity. It is the way he reacts to me, that I know there is a human underneath the many layers of him.

His breath hitches when I touch his erection through his pants and give him a few teasing taps there. A wicked smile spreads across my face. I can't help but bite my lip at the thought of touching him, the real him, the soft silky skin over the hard shaft that I know is there. With both hands, I open the fly of his pants and pull him out. Finally I touch him, a real part of him. Other than the times I helped him stitch up small gashes, or the time he took off his gloves, I have never seen any part of him.

Moving my fingers around him, I give a few experimental strokes, making him whimper. He out right whimpers with that low voice of his. Something inside me snaps. My pupils dilate and more wetness collects between my legs.

I take a step back and reluctantly he lets go when I release myself from our embrace. Keeping his hands in mine, I marvel at the fact that I can finally feel him. I need to feel him, now that I am finally able to.

Just as I am about to get on my knees to be able to taste him, he stops me with a hand on my arm. "Wait." Instead, he kneels down in front of me. On his way down he softly moves his hands over my thighs and legs, taking his time with feeling me. The gloved covered fingertips slide down the insides of my legs, down until he reaches the leather make-shift armour. Struggling with the laces, he unties the leather chin protection. Carefully he slides them off, followed by my boots.

Never had I thought he could be this gentle. Having him down on his knees in front of me feels strange. It makes me feel powerful, like I could take him on, even though I know I never could.

He gets up again, but I shake my head. "Sit down." My voice is hoarse.

His helmet tilts.

I nod my head at the ground. "Sit down against the wall."

At first I think he is not going to obey, but then he gets down, keeping his visor on me. He sits back against the wall. The heels of his boots leave a trail in the sand as he stretches his legs.

I hook my thumbs underneath the waistband of my pants. Keeping out of his reach, I slide them down slowly. The hands at his sides clench as he watches me. Grinning, I crouch down to straddle him, my legs at either side of his hips. My bare feet dig in the warm sand. Grabbing his length again I continue stroking him, slowly, with a tight grip.

softly, he caresses up and down my lower legs with shaking fingers.

Lifting my hips, I line him up to my entrance. "Do you want this?"

The hands on my thighs squeeze me, seemingly holding himself back from pushing me down on himself. He gives me a nod and a short groan.

"hmm? what's that?"

"I want you." He grunts out.

Dragging his tip up and down my heat, I make sure he is nice and wet. Stroking him, I spread the slick around his length.

He now actually pulls me down on his cock, making us both gasp as the head enters me. The stretch is already better than I had Imagined. I shudder, almost losing myself, but this is about him. I want to make him feel good, I want to give him everything. Everything I have thought about in secret, all the things I have dreamt about.

Moving my hips, I lower myself further on to him. My hands search for support on his shoulders, as he fills me completely.

His strong arms help me gently up and down his shaft, letting me fuck him slowly. The sensation of the ridge on his head spreading my walls feels overwhelming. My insides are cramped every time he fully settles inside me. The sounds he lets out make everything even better, his grunts and suppressed wheezes crackling through his modulator.

Placing a hand on the side of his helmet, I look at where I think his eyes should be. "I want to hear you, don't hold them in." I don't know where the confidence comes from to order something from him, but I feel like there is a part of him that wants to submit to me, even if it is just a bit.

I think he gives me a slight nod, but I could have imagined it. After I sink down on him again, with more force this time, the guttural grunt he lets out is orgasmic. Still I believe he suppresses the sound, but it is louder this time. Perhaps he is afraid others down the street will hear, or maybe he is just shy and does not trust me with this vulnerable side of him yet.

Focusing on the feeling of him inside me I become even more wet. "Oh, Kriff, you fill me so deep, Mando. You feel so good." His hips buck, and he starts moving with me, fucking up into me, still at a relatively slow pace.

"Hmm, you like dirty talk?" I tease him. I slide my hands down his sides where he is not covered in armour, feeling the hard muscle under a healthy layer of fat. Leaning closer, so I can whisper in the crook of his neck I continue. "Never expected this day to end like this. Me, on top of you, bouncing on your thick cock." my neck and cheeks glow hot from the words that spill out of me. Just like I never expected to fuck him, I never expected I could say things like this. I almost regret saying them, what if he laughs at me or does not like it?

Quickly my doubts are disproven when his head falls back against the stone wall, creating a hard clink sound. The hands on my hips tighten almost painfully as he pulls me faster up and down. "I needed to fuck you for so long, mesh'la." He grunts out between heavy breaths.

As I grow more excited, the wet sounds become louder in the silence of the dark alleyway. The fact of what he admitted makes my heart swell. But what if this is just something he says in the heat of the moment, and he does not mean it? I push the thought away and just focus on being present with him.

I pull at the heavy fabric of his cape and cowl. There are too many layers! finally I manage to expose enough of his skin to kiss and lick the part between his shoulder and neck. This is as close as I can get to kissing him, really kissing him. Oh, how I wish I could suck his bottom lip between my teeth and lick inside his mouth, to feel his kisses all over my body. But, this would have to do. His body jumps underneath me as my lips make contact with his skin, then he relaxes and twitches inside me, making me giggle. Who knew this Mandalorian could be so responsive and sensitive.

"Kriff, mesh'la, you are ruining me." He wraps his arms around me and pulls me flush to his chest. It feels like a hug, his body wrapped protectively around me, keeping me close, keeping me safe.

He plants his feet on the sandy ground, bending his knees so he has more leverage. Then he starts this pace of fucking me hard and deep, almost not pulling back at all before he plunges in again. His pubic bone rubs against my clit, causing sparks of electricity to shoot through me.

"Fuck, yes Mando! keep going!" My legs tense around him, squishing his hips as I drown in pleasure. I cling to him as if he is what is keeping me alive, this is not even far from the truth. At this moment he is the only thing for me in this world, his warmth, his smell, this man that is mine right now. I don't care that my bare knees scrape in the rough sand, or the cooling air on my skin. Mando is warm enough for the both of us, his body heat transferring through his beskar armour.

To my frustration he slows the pace down. "Wrap your legs around me, cyar'ika."

All these new words he is calling me, what do they mean? He speaks them almost like a prayer. I'm sure they have a deep significance.

"Come on." Taking my arms, he makes me wrap them around his neck. Still inside me, he stands up, his strong thighs almost having no trouble with lifting us both. I squeal and wrap my legs tighter around him.

Before I can ask him what he is doing, he turns around. One hand on my waist and the other behind the back of my head, he presses me against the wall. The hand makes sure I don't hit the wall too hard. This gesture makes me smile up at him. It causes a warm feeling to swirl in my stomach, it is different from the feeling of lust however. This is closer to what I felt since the moment my feelings for him started to develop. That time he pulled me out of harms way of a blaster bolt, or the time he brought me a sweet fruit cake after he returned from one of the jobs.

Holding me tightly against him, he ruts in to me again. Way to slow for my liking, but when I buck my hips to search for more friction he holds me still by my hips, forcing me to endure this slow teasing torture. I bet he is grinning under his helmet at my pathetic huff.

I have an Idea, and can't bite back the grin on my lips as I cross my ankles behind his back and pull him in. His hips shoot forward, entering me fast and hard. "Fuck me better, Mando. I've had enough of this slow game. I had thought you'd be rough with this."

"You feel too good. I want to last long for you."

A sense of guilt spikes my blood. It is too selfish of me to demand something. I am about to apologise when he speaks again.

"So you have been thinking about this? Me making love to you?"

My eyes widen. Did I just admit to that? And why did he use the words 'making love?' Is that just the way he calls this, or does this actually mean something to him, something more than just a one-time fuck. Could this be more?

"I- eh,"

"Don't worry, I'll give you more to think about." At this, the sluggish pace changes into something that is the complete opposite. He plunges into me, pushing further than I would have thought possible, pressing his hips against mine as far as they will go. Then he almost completely exits, only the tip of his cock inside, before slamming inside me again.

Now it's my turn for my head to fall back. Despite his previous care for me not to hit my head, it still hits the wall behind me as my eyes roll back. I think I am saying things, telling him how good it feels, but I have no control over my body, my words or my hearing for that matter. My eyes open to the evening sky, but they see nothing but bright colours as he fucks in to me, my brain being completely de-wired.

Strong fingers dig deeper in my thighs, my breaths are shallow as he presses his body into me, his smell filling my every breath. With every snap of his hips, his pubic bone grazes my clit perfectly. I am getting close. He must notice it too, maybe due to my trembling legs, or my moans that I had been able to suppress until now.

His helmet is gently placed to my forehead, his visor aimed at my face. I look at it, hopefully staring in his eyes as my orgasm rushes closer.

"You are doing so good, you are perfect." He rambles on. "Come for me, I want you to come around me."

The thought of him feeling me squeeze his length makes my mind run wild.

"You come first." I manage to grit through my teeth, not wanting him to have all the control. "Now."

The pace falters. He curses something in his own language, I think, because the syllables sound foreign to me as he grunts them out. "Where?" It almost sounds as if he is in pain.

"in- inside. It's safe." I hadn't even finished the first word when he starts to throb and continues a irregular pace, slowly fucking his cum deeper inside me.

After a few deep breaths he halts, hips flush to mine. "You didn't... Come." It sounds so sad that I almost regret ordering him to finish.

"Can still." I say breathless as he slowly softens inside me. "But don't pull out. Want to feel you inside me when I cum."

This draws a near whine from him. He readjusts me so he can hold me with one arm, keeping my body from the ground by pinning me tighter to the wall.

His gloved hand hovers in front of my face. "Take it off."

I don't need further explanation. I yank his glove off. Not as fast as I want, it gets stuck on some of his fingers. When the annoying layer of leather is finally removed, I stare at the slightly tinted skin. A broad palm, thick and long fingers. His hand is so big compared to mine, it makes me feel safe for some reason. I want this hand on my skin, I want it traveling up my thighs, worshipping me.

"Now I want to make you come." Slowly he places two fingers on my wet mound, making me jump at the sensitiveness of the nerves there.

His fingers part as he feels how my lips are spread to accommodate him. Even though he came, he is still half hard inside me.

I wrap my arms around his neck and bury my face against his collarbone, breathing him in. "Then do it."

The fingers press a little harder against my core, slowly circling, exploring me. His attentiveness causes me to become more wet. He notices and grunts, the rumble of it vibrates against my chest. "Beautiful." he murmurs while his fingertips move almost ticklish around my mound.

"Stop teasing!" I want to sound strict but it comes out as a pathetic whine.

"Srry ma'am." He hums. His fingers applying more pressure and slipping through the slick with ease.

I dig my nose in the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent. The hot smell is like an aphrodisiac, sending a tingling sensation through my body.

The warmth of his skin, mixed with the structure of his fingerprints on my sensitive clit sends me soaring. I am flying, the fire burning hot as my body tenses and bucks. At the overwhelming bittersweet sensations. Every tenth of a second it grows more intense than I had thought possible.

Noticing my body growing closer to my desperate release he tightens his hold. He removes his hand from my hip, but he keeps me in place by pinning me between him and the wall. My legs are tense enough around him to keep them from slipping. Moving his free hand over my body, he thoroughly feels every bit of me on the way to my face.

The thumb, still covered by the damned glove caresses my cheek, my jaw, and softly down my neck, like slow and loving kisses he is unable to give with his lips. "I will serve you, until my very last breath." He says it softly with his helmet buried in my hair. I dont know if I was even supposed to hear that, but stars, it was hot.

Normally I would probably have laughed at the direct and slightly strange comment, but right now, with him pleasuring me, almost like he is worshipping me, appreciating me, it makes me come. It is the final droplet in the bucket that makes it overflow. I come hard and long, my limbs tightening and trembling around him.

"Mesh'la" He groans in my ear, followed by more words of his language I don't understand. Moving his hips, he slowly rides me through my orgasm. His dick had swelled to his full size inside me again.

My breath finally slows down. "Being so good for me." I let my head rest against his shoulder. "Made me feel so good, Mando."

After a few moments he grabs on to my thighs again to lift me off of him.

When my feet touch the ground, my knees tremble beneath me. Immediately he steadies me. "We have got to get you in your pants again."

He is right, it had been dangerous enough fucking out in the open. On top of that, the night air had dropped in temperature. Goosebumps spread over my legs when a slight breeze goes by.

After helping me pull the tight pants up and buttoning them up for me, he kneels down to slide my boots on my feet.

I grin as I look down at him. "I don't know why, but I like you in that position."

"When we are"When we are back at the ship, I will show you all the things I can do for you in this position." He says while sliding a naked finger from my ankle to nearly between my legs.

His voice is so warm, so loving, so different from what he had sounded like for these few months. My heart swells from relief and happiness. Relief from finally coming and because I finally made my feelings clear to him. He had accepted them with open arms, literally.

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Base story | Path 1: Dom Din | Path 2: Dark Din | Path 3: Switch Din

Let me know what u think! Which of the 3 paths did you like more? <3

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kaysfanficcorner · 2 years ago

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Out of This World Chapter 7: Stellar

Author’s Note: Well, here we are. From here on out this story is going to be SPICY. As we make our way into the events of season two, be ready for things to heat up considerably. I’m both nervous and thrilled to share this chapter with you, so please be kind and above all else ENJOY! My use of Mando’a is about to ramp up as well, and I’ve attempted to to give definitions within the story itself, but if I use any words you aren’t familiar with feel free to ask me about it. As always, if you want to join the Taglist please let me know!

***** = A break in the scene or a switch between character pov.

Jate - Good Ca - Night Elek - Yes Ad - Son

Summary: As we make our way into the events of season two, things between the Mandalorian and the Earthling start to really heat up.

Pairing: Din Djarin X Female Earthling Reader

Warnings: Warnings: Angst, Cursing, Light action violence, Nudity, Graphic depictions of sex. SMUT AND FLUFF ABOUND 🌶️

If you are under the age of 18 you are prohibited from this work of fiction.

Music Inspiration

We Might Even Be Falling In Love - Themes inspired

Music Inspiration

Stellar - Title inspired by, themes inspired

AO3

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Life back on the Razor Crest feels incredibly strange after all that has changed. You feel like a different version of yourself when you once again climb the ramp to the ship you now openly consider to be your home. You’d left it feeling like a shell of a person after killing Ranik and now you’re returning with a stronger disposition, determined to become a warrior in your own right. Determined to feel like you can pull your weight around the ship as an equal to the Mandalorian. You’d also left the Razor Crest completely unsure of where you and Din stood with each other. The mild flirting and signals here or there had been maddening, and now you feel that the two of you are closer than you were before. Which is maddening for entirely different reasons.

You’re so happy to be reunited with your cat that you spend a good ten minutes carrying her around the ship, until she gets restless enough to pry herself from your arms. Jupiter is thrilled in her own feline way to have everyone back on board, and the kid is just as thrilled to be back home with her. Similarly to yourself, the little green child won’t leave her alone for the first few days out in space. On the second day after Nevarro, you even walk in on the kid using his powers to grab at Jupiter’s tail from a few feet away. Every time the poor orange feline meows and tries to whip around to slash at an assailant that isn’t actually there, the kid giggles. You’d scooped him up and giggled too, before booping him on the nose and gently explaining that he shouldn’t use his powers to mess with people or animals.

The Space RV is pretty much just how it had been left, save for the little tune ups here and there that were ordered. Being back on board is both a comfort to you, and then after a few days it somehow becomes a frustration. Frustration eventually evolves into intense aggravation, and it isn’t until a few weeks have gone by that you come to terms with why you’re so fucking irritable all the sudden.

It’s Din.

You came back to the Razor Crest assuming that things were going to continue to feel the way that they had on Nevarro, that Din would continue you dote on you with the soft side of his personality that is only ever meant for you or the kid to experience. Somehow what you end up getting from your cosmic companion is the complete opposite. He’s not touchy feely anymore, and the words of affection have drifted from his tongue. You're trying not to take it personally but your feelings are hurt and strange sort resentment is starting to burrow into you.

As the weeks drag on, you sincerely miss the inn on Nevarro. Comfortable bed aside, now that you’re home on the Space RV, you and Din no longer sleep next to one another. It’s back to taking turns in the cot. You’d gotten used to the feeling of your bodies intertwining as you both drifted off to sleep, and it’s hard for you to find comfort in your nightly rest without it. Sometimes he’d spoon you, others you’d been the one holding him. If you had to choose a favorite position, holding Din while he fell asleep would hands down be the winner. Feeling his body relax against you, limbs twitching here and there as his mind switched over from consciousness to unconsciousness, was something you’d come to treasure by the end of the week long stay on your beloved lava planet.

As upset as you are that you’re not going to be able to sleep next to Din like that any time soon, you’re even more upset that you never got around to sleeping with Din while having such a luxurious bed at your disposal. With the kid around there was just never a good time to try again. Being back, it’s painfully obvious that there aren’t a ton of comfortable places to have a sexual encounter on the Crest. Declarations of mutual attraction and a week of fluffy little moments had been absolutely lovely, but you’re dying to consummate whatever this is between the two of you. Wondering when or if a good time for it will ever present itself is making you extremely antsy, and its becoming impossible to hold it in around the increasingly grumpier Din Djarin you find yourself stuck with. It’s driving you nuts, to the point where now you’re just feeling pissed off about it.

Perhaps he’s dealing with similar frustrations about what’s going on between you. Perhaps it’s the fact that he’s got your makeshift family on a wild goose chase to drop off one of it’s members with complete strangers. More than likely, as it is with yourself, its a combination of the two things.

You’re perfectly aware that aside from the issues going on between the adults, a part of your heart shatters every single time you share a loving moment of fondness with the child. That being said, your only goal regarding the little foundling is to love him and enjoy your remaining time together.

Which is one of the reasons why, today, you’re so pissed off at Din that you could punch that fucking helmet off of his head and risk breaking your own hand in the process. It’s as if he’s actively trying not to enjoy his time with anyone.

The Razor Crest is parked at a star port for a quick refuel, and so you insist that loading up on some more food for everyone and supplies for the cat is a necessity. Din just seems completely irritated when you suggest this, and it’s all you can do not to snap at him.

With a huff you tell him, “I’ll just go take care of it myself, you don’t have to come.”

“Absolutely not,” he counters, arms crossed over his chest.

You roll your eyes so hard that you nearly pull an ocular muscle. “Okay, then come on. The sooner we get this over with the sooner we can get back on the road.”

“Fine,” Din agrees, voice dripping with animosity.

Between you, the child can sense your friction, ears casting downward as he frowns. He clearly dislikes his humans being snippy with one another. You sense this, so you scoop him up into your arms and begin walking down the ramp.

“Shouldn’t we use the pram?” Din asks, watching the two of you walk off.

You call over your shoulder, “Screw the pram. Just come on.”

And so you’re forced to shop for food with an uninterested, grumpy Mandalorian hovering over your shoulder and you feel as if you’re going to explode at any minute. Fighting with Din is the last thing you want, but if you aren’t able to have a conversation with him about what his problem is you’re afraid it’s going to come to that sooner rather than later.

What you really don’t understand is why a conversation hasn’t been had already. Aside from that first awkward month of living together, the communication between yourself and Din was pretty good up to this point. Why it feels like you suddenly can’t approach him, you do not know. It’s starting to make your fight or flight instincts want to kick in, reminding you of what it felt like to constantly be on edge around your toxic family. Din is far from toxic, but it triggers you nonetheless.

So you try your hardest to ignore him, juggling the baby on one hip as you look at he various foods before you. The shop on the star port is small, and much like gas stations on the side of big highways back on Earth, the food seems both overpriced and unhealthy compared to the various fresh markets you’ve been to.

“Would your son like a free sample?” A voice suddenly catches your attention.

You look up from the vegetables to see an attractive young human man behind the counter. His dark skin is in contrast from his white hair and light blue eyes, and he’s dressed very plainly. A kind simile graces his features as he holds out what looks like a fried frog leg on a stick towards the baby, who is in turn grasping for it hungrily.

“What? Oh,” you hear yourself still sounding on edge so you try to force your voice to become pleasant with a fake smile plastered to your face. “Uh, yes thank you. He’s constantly hungry so I can’t say no to free food.”

“Here you go little fella,” the man says, smiling down at the kid as he hands it to him. “You have a beautiful family, ma’am.”

The compliment causes your chest to swell and you squeeze the kid tighter. Just as you’re about to say thank you and move on, the man speaks again.

“What’s his name?”

Then the tightness in your chest drops down into your stomach, a feeling of dread washing over you. How embarrassing, even though it’s no one’s fault that neither your nor Din know the kid’s actual name. You fumble around for a quick answer, “Oh, well you know how it is with babies. He’s got a ton of nicknames. We hardly ever call him his real name because I can’t stop calling him ‘Green Bean’ at the moment.”

The man laughs, throwing his head back a little. “Oh, I get it. My wife can’t stop calling our little one ‘chubby cheeks.’ I keep telling her it’s going to give the kid a complex but she doesn’t listen.” He looks past you to where Din is standing just behind and to your right side, “I’m sure you can relate, sir.”

You look back to Din, making a face that hopefully reads as “just play along”. The beskar helmet looks at you for a long moment, his shoulders squaring. Eventually he looks to the vendor with a shrug, “I try not to fight her on much.”

You can’t help but feel that his statement was directed at you just as much as the vendor, hoping that this is him making an attempt to address the misplaced bitterness between you. If it is, his timing really does suck. The kid is already done with his frog leg, so you take the pointy stick from him before he accidentally pokes himself.

With another laugh, the kind vendor nods his head, “I should try that with my wife and see if it gets me out of trouble more often.” The man reaches below the counter and pulls out another of the legs. “Here, have another leg for Green Bean. On the house.”

“Thank you,” you say, smiling brightly at the man. As annoyed as you had been when you entered the shop, having a friendly human encounter has helped to liven you up a little. You look down at the child in your arms, jerking your head towards the man. “Say bye, Green Bean.”

The kid complies, ears shifting as he looks to the man with a big smile on his tiny mouth. He gurgles and makes a few noises, using his free hand to wave up at the nice man.

You make a few more purchases, including more protein packs for Jupiter, and when you have everything on your list you inform Din and the child that it’s time to head back to the ship. Once the group is no longer around other people in the sanctity of the Razor Crest, you look down at the baby on your hip and lift him up so that you can kiss him on the head. “I wish we knew your real name, buddy. Sorry we have to call you ‘Green Bean’ or ‘the kid’ all the time.”

Din walks up beside you and speaks in a low voice, “I wish you wouldn’t do that,” his tone is sharp.

Great, you think sarcastically. With a sigh, you stop what you’re doing and turn to look up at him. “Do what, Din?”

“Pretend that we’re his parents,” he says flatly, irritation floating just bellow the surface.

“I didn’t feel like explaining the real situation to that guy,” you offer lamely.

“You could have just declined his offer and moved on.”

“The kid was hungry.”

“You enjoyed it when that man called him your son,” Din’s voice sounds like it’s on the edge of control.

“Oh my God,” you groan with frustration, “Yes! Okay? I did. Is that such a crime? I’ve practically been his foster mother for months. And like it or not you’ve been his foster father for much longer than that. I love him as if he was mine, and I’m not going to apologize for that.”

“It is irresponsible,” Din quietly seethes, you can practically hear his jaw clenching under the helmet.

“What is?” It’s all you can do not to raise your voice, “Giving him a home full of love? Letting him be a child?”

The kid makes a sad little noise between you and you both stop to look down at his distressed face. A feeling of guilt arises in your chest, having never wanted to make the kid feel as uncomfortable as you did when your own parents would fight in your presence.

“We shouldn’t do this in front of him,” Din finally says after a long moment of silence. He reaches out to touch one of the child’s downcast ears. The kid is clearly upset. “It’s okay, pal. We aren’t fighting.”

You drop your voice even lower as your eyes fill with tears. “We kind of are, Din. I hate this. Why are we being so cold towards each other? This isn’t us. At least, I didn’t think it was.”

He sighs heavily, “You’re right. This isn’t us. I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry too,” you move closer to him, grabbing one of his gloved hands. “But I’m not sorry for how I treat this child. What if we take him to these Jedi people and they aren’t who we think they are? Or what if they are great, but the kid still doesn’t like it? Don’t you want him to know that he has a place to come back to where he is loved?”

“I…” Din seems to falter for a second before dipping his head towards his foster son, “Yes. I want him to know that. I want you to know that, buddy. ”

You squeeze his hand tighter, looking into the visor as you speak. “Think about us, what our childhoods looked like. We didn’t get to enjoy being kids for very long. I couldn’t live with myself if I thought I was denying him the right to actually be a child while he’s in my care. I realize that when we do find the Jedi, its going to be extremely hard on all of us. And I realize that the more attached we get to each other, the harder it’s going to be to say goodbye. I know that this is going to be especially hard on you as the one who’s been caring for him the longest, but pretending that you don’t have feelings wrapped up in this isn’t going to make it any easier. We owe to to him as well as ourselves to treat him with love. Is he not an integral member of your two person clan?”

“It’s already hard,” Din says, voice choked, “I am going to miss him.”

“I’m going to miss him too,” you agree, misty eyes threatening to boil over as you cradle the child between the two of you. Din places a hand to the back of his tiny head so that you are both holding him. “But as long as he knows he can always be a part Clan Mudhorn, we may not have to miss him forever.”

Din seems to agree with this, gently touching his beskar forehead to the child’s fleshy one as he speaks to him in Mando’a. “Ni kar’tayl gar darasuum, ner ad.”

You’ve been studying very basic phrases, numbers, and the Mando’a alphabet since leaving Nevarro, but what Din just said is almost completely lost on you. Not wanting to break from this tender moment, you decide that asking for a definition can wait until later. Instead you snuggle into the small group embrace, whispering to the green child that you love him dearly.

“It’s nice to have you back,” you tell your Mandalorian after he lifts up to pull apart from you. His body language is more akin to the Din you know, less stiff.

“Thank you for reminding me to be here,” Din replies.

You set the kid down between you, letting him waddle off to find Jupiter or something to mess with that he shouldn’t. You look at Din, opening your arms to offer him a real hug. “Still friends?”

He nods, pulling your body against him, “Elek, ner burc’ya.”

Instead of responding with the word in basic, you decide to reply to him with the Mando’a word for good, “Jate. I am sorry for letting my bitchiness get the better of me. It was not easy to go from having you feel like my partner on Nevarro to unexpectedly getting the cold shoulder for nearly half a month. That really hurt my feelings, Din.”

“I'm sorry. I thought I needed to pull away,” Din confirms.

“Yeah, well next time you feel the urge to pull away can we try to talk about it first?”

“I will try,” he sighs, “I’m not good at this.”

“You were doing great on Nevarro. Real boyfriend material.” Cringing, you wish to hell that you hadn’t just said that last part. If this thing between the two of you does end up progressing even further, boyfriend is the absolute wrong term for a man like Din. It sounds so juvenile, so… Earthy. He's the Mandalorian for Peet's sake.

Din squeezes you, “On Nevarro things didn’t feel real. It felt like time had stopped and all there was, was you, me, and the kid. I could have stayed there forever, and when I realized this it unsettled me.”

You can’t help but chuckle a little, “Aww, Din. You had the post-vacation blues. It happens to everyone, totally normal.”

“I did not care for it.”

*****

A few more weeks go by and things between you and Din have improved considerably. He’s no longer shutting you out or acting cold, and the communication between you is more at the surface.

Unfortunately, though, the two of you have still yet to take any measures to further your budding relationship along. Now that you’re no longer irritated with him, you really just wish that you could fuck him already. It’s getting to the point where it’s actively a problem.

Din seems to be able to tell that something is up with you, because he eventually calls you out on it when the two of you are practicing with whipchord launchers on the lower deck of the ship. He’s begun training you on the various weapons that a Mandalorian considers to be essential, and up until now you’ve been incredibly enthusiastic. Even though a lot of what he’s trying to teach you does not come naturally, and most days you end up both exhausted and vexed, you usually approach every one of his lessons with respect.

Today, however, all the fervor has drained from you. The whipchord launcher seems impossible to use, and Din’s so fucking mesmerizing that you you could care less about weaponry. Watching him move so effortlessly to shoot his whipchord at the makeshift dummy he’d set up only serves to cause your mind to wander to lewd places. Horny and distracted, your heart just isn’t in training and it must be obvious.

“What’s going on with you?” Din asks, stopping mid sentence when he figures out that you haven’t been listening.

“Sorry, I’m just in a mood,” you explain with a half hearted shrug, “I swear I’m trying to pay attention.”

His shoulders soften a little as he looks you over, “Is it anything I can help with?”

You stare at him for a long moment, knowing full well that the kid is within earshot only a few feet away. He’s curled up in the cot with his meerkat toy and his silver ball, watching you and his foster dad with huge eyes. Considering your words carefully, you say, “Actually you’re the only one who can help with this particular problem, but it’s most definitely not the right time to talk about this.”

Din follows your gaze to his foundling, then his silver head snaps back to you, “Oh.”

“I can’t help it that you’re really attractive and distracting,” you smirk a little, bouncing on the balls of your feet as you watch him.

“Mm,” Din seems to consider his own words carefully before responding to you. “Tell you what, if you can master the whipchord while overcoming your distraction, I’ll let you jump the Razor Crest into hyperdrive by yourself. A warrior must learn to fight in spite of distractions, to purge them from the mind completely in the face of battle.”

“Deal, Chrome Dome,” you agree with a grin. You’ve been practicing your flying almost daily, but he’s barley let you touch anything in the cockpit without his strict supervision.

And so you practice over and over again, listening to every word Din says to you. Each syllable you let soak in with respect, ignoring the fact that he now seems to be purposefully doing things to distract you. He keeps flexing as he shows you the controls or titling his head a certain way. Then you know he’s really trying to get under your skin when he comes up behind you to adjust the forearm with the spare vambrace he’d given you, and he gently presses his slight bulge into your ass.

Even though you can’t see his face, you know for a fact that he’s enjoying ever moment of tormenting you. It’s all over his body language, which you’re getting increasingly better at reading. Who knew Din Djarin had a wicked side, you muse to yourself.

Eventually you’re able to successfully launch the chord at the dummy, watching as it wraps around it just the way Din showed you. You try to yank the thing forward and knock it onto its side, simulating the act of pulling an enemy to the ground in one fell swoop. But nothing happens, much to your shock and disappointment. As hard as you’re trying, you just can’t seem to get this right.

“Ugh,” you groan.

“It’s okay, cyar’ika,” your cosmic companion comforts, a hand on your shoulder as he peers down at you. You can see your frustration in the silver reflection. “You’ll get it eventually,” he adds. Obviously you have no idea what his face is doing behind the beskar barrier, yet for some reason you feel as if he’s looking at you fondly.

You repeat this action until it’s almost coming naturally, and Din decides that he’s pleased with enough with your progress that he declares the training session to be over. After cleaning up and putting the dummy away, you both realize that the kid is napping in the cot. The two of you decide to leave him there as you climb up to the cockpit one at at time.

Once upstairs, you look to Din with a sigh, “Sorry about getting distracted earlier. I was definitely on edge.”

“You’re still on edge,” Din observes, “Your body is very tense.”

“Yeah I guess you’re right,” you mumble, moving forward to wrap your arms around his waist. “I miss sleeping next to you.”

Din’s arms find you, “I miss that as well. But I know that’s not where this tension is coming from. You’ve been like this for the last couple of days.”

Cheeks flushing, you burry your head into his shoulder with a groan. “Am I that obvious?”

“You’ve been giving off signals,” the Mandalorian chuckles a little. “But I am not without tension of my own. I’m sorry that there hasn’t been a good moment for us to resume what we started on Nevarro.”

“It’s no one’s fault,” you pull apart from him slightly to look right into the visor. “I think I’m just psyching myself out about it.”

“I don’t understand the phrase.”

“I just mean I’m overthinking it, and subsequently second guessing myself. I haven’t had a partner in almost three years, so I’m worried that I’m a little rusty in the sheets.”

Din scoffs a little, shaking his head, “I have similar worries. I have not… been with another in nearly ten cycles.”

“Fuck, that’s a long time,” you utter softly, wondering how uncomfortable this conversation is for him as he confesses this to you. "I don't mean anything by that. It's just surprising. I figured you have better luck than me in that department."

"I was not interested in seeking out the comfort of another before we met," Din nods, voice wavering as he speaks, “It hasn’t been entirely up to chance that we have not moved forward. I have not had a physical connection with another person in so long. Worry of my own inadequacy has been on my mind, preventing me from pursuing you.”

Brow furrowing as you regard your very good friend and possible lover, you reach out to trail delicate fingers over the black visor of his silver helmet as if touching his brow. “Then let’s not rush this. It can happen when the timing feels right for the both of us.”

The Mandalorian leans his head forward to knock lightly into yours, and a warm smile finds it’s way to your lips. No amount of Mandalorian head butts you receive from him are ever too much.

“I know we had a deal but I’d still like to see you jump the ship by yourself. Do you remember what we went over when I last showed you the hyperdrive?” Din asks, lifting up to his full height again as he moves over to the pilot’s seat.

You follow, coming to stand beside him as you look over the many lighted controls. “We talked about how to enter in jump coordinates into the navigational computer.”

Din takes a seat, pulling you down with him so that you’re seated in his lap. “Correct. Do you think you can enter them in without my help?”

You nod, “Yeah, I think so.”

It sounds like there is a smile riding the tone of his voice, “I want you to enter in these coordinates and jump us there.”

A little orange holographic display pops up from Din’s left vambrace, letters and numbers written in Mando’a. You can read some of it, but you squint at it for a moment before you turn your head to look at him. It’s taking most of your will power to ignore the feeling in your belly that stirs from being seated on his warm legs. His lap is comfortable, even with the hard beskar upon his thighs.

“I can only read some of that. I know there’s a x, a three, a four, and a nine.”

“You’ve been studying,” Din says fondly, switching the holograph over to basic so you can read it clearly. The galactic basic alphabet and number system was something you’d memorized with Cara prior to meeting your Mandalorian.

“Learning Mando’a is important to me,” you reply with equal fondness. Neither of you says anything else as you lean forward to begin entering in the coordinates into the computer. Din’s gloved hands come to rest comfortably on your waist as you fumble a little bit with the typing, still not used to all of the symbols yet. Eventually you have the correct information inputted into the system, and then your hand lingers over the button which will jump the ship to those coordinates through hyperspace. You look back to Din and wait for him to give you the okay.

“Punch it, cyar’ika.”

The ship lurches forward as stars begin their dance all around your metal home, an incredible sense of pride washing over you. Successfully jumping the Razor Crest feels like such an achievement.

When the jump is over in a few hours, Din helps you to bring the ship out of hyperspace. Now the kid is awake again and in his usual seat with Jupiter, so you’re seated in the pilot seat without the added cushion of one Din Djarin. The Mandalorian in question tells you that you’ve jumped the ship just outside the atmosphere of a seedy planet on the outskirts of the outer rim, and that he’s brought all of you there so he can question a crime lord named Gor Koresh about where to find other Mandalorians. There have been rumors that Koresh is an underground beskar dealer, and Din thinks that he may have leads.

According to Din, if he can navigate through the various Mandalorian coverts scattered across the galaxy, then maybe he’ll have a better chance of finding a Jedi. Perhaps one of his own kind has information on where to find such a being. He’s made these Jedi people sound like literal space wizards when trying to explain it to you with what little knowledge he has on the subject, and if you weren’t sour about the fact that the purpose of finding one is to give them the kid, you’d probably be pretty excited to see what a space wizard looks like.

Din assists you in bringing the Razor Crest in for a landing, something you’re only starting to feel slightly comfortable doing, and then the two of you take the kid and the cat downstairs to discuss the plan.

“Follow my lead,” Din says as he hands over your blaster. He also hands you the small dagger you’ve been practicing with and the old whipchord vambrace you’d used earlier. “Do not say anything that’ll get us into trouble, and above all else stay calm. There’s a good chance that this could turn into an ambush for my armor, so try your best to remain unperturbed if things go south.”

You nod, holstering the blaster before strapping the vambrace to your forearm. This one isn’t made of beskar, but you still feel somewhat official adhering it to your person. You’re in your favorite outfit, and it helps to make you feel more confident about going on a mission at Din’s side. You stick the dagger into the side of your right boot, grinning up at Din once you’re done. “I’m starting to feel like a badass, getting to go with you to do cool Mandalorian shit.”

“Don’t get too cocky either,” Din adds, sounding amused.

With the child in his pram, the three of you make your way out of the ship and into the crime ridden streets of the city’s grungy warehouse district. Every run down building is riddled with graffiti, and you know that nothing good must happen in a place like this. It’s all very Gotham City in a weird sci-fi kind of way.

“Yeesh,” you mumble to yourself, eyes flicking around in every direction as your guard moves up on high alert.

Din seems to be purposefully staying under the dim street lamps, and you realize why as you see a glimmer of red to your right. It occurs to you that what you’re seeing are several sets of glowing eyes watching you from deep within a dark alley. When you hear the faintest growl coming from that direction, you quickly pick up the pace in order to keep closer to Mando.

Eventually you come to a stop where a male Twi’lek, as you’ve learned they are called, is working as the doorman for some sort of seedy looking establishment. Din tells him that your group is there to see Gor Koresh, and you’re surprised that the doorman moves to the side without much of a second thought. You’d assumed it was going to be much harder than that to get in.

You and the kid follow your Mandalorian into some sort of underground wrestling match, and you feel even more like you’re in a Batman comic as you take in your surroundings. Aliens of all shapes and sizes are packed into the space, screaming with fistfuls of drinks and paraphernalia as two green pig-like men fight each other in the large ring. The room is smoky, stinking of sweaty men, alcohol, and blood. A cacophony that only seems to get louder the further you tread into the crowd begins to hurt your ears, leaving you to hope that the kid’s big green ones are doing okay. You can only imagine how loud this may sound to him.

Being in a place like this is slightly exhilarating in spite of the nerves you feel. It reminds you of the one time you went to Earth wrestling, or some of the really low rent EDM shows from back in your early twenties. Except on Earth when you had gone to watch wrestling it was old dudes with metal folding chairs, not green Pumba-looking aliens with battle axes.

When your group comes upon a cyclops alien with an open seat on either side and bunch of goons surrounding him, you assume this must be Koresh. Din takes one of the seats beside him and motions for you to take the seat on the other side, the two of you surrounding the stout man. You try your best to ignore the lecherous stares from some of the other men around you, focusing on Din and the business he is here to conduct.

“This is no place for a child,” Koresh says, causing Din to straighten slightly.

“Where I go, he goes,” Din replies cooly.

The two of them talk things over for a while, until Koresh mentions Din giving his beskar armor up in exchange for information about the other Mandalorians. It’s all you can do not to chime in with something snarky, but you remember what Din had told you about not getting them into trouble. It seems that trouble comes regardless though, when Din says that he’s not going to leave his fate up to chance and Koresh agrees by pulling out a blaster. He shoots one of the wrestlers dead before pointing the blaster right at Din’s unprotected neck.

If he were to fire, Din would be dead in an instant.

Keep calm. Trust him, your voice is whispering inside your head, which also has a blaster pointed to it. All of the goons surrounding Koresh have drawn a weapon and are now pointing it at either Din or yourself. Any patrons who are not involved begin to scream and scatter from the building.

Koresh gives some small speech about how beskar has been rising in price and that he’s become quite fond of it, while threatening to peel the armor from Din’s corpse if he doesn’t give it up. You notice that Din is calmly arming his whistling birds, and the kid sees it too as he closes himself inside the pram. Then, Gor Koresh turns to you for the first time since you’d sat next to him and places a hand on your upper thigh. He’s dangerously close to snaking his grubby hand between your legs, and still you remain calm.

He makes a lewd remark about how he’ll take you as well if Mando is willing to give up just some of the beskar, and Din’s voice does not falter as he speaks to the crime lord with an even but forceful tone.

“Tell me where the Mandalorians are, and I’ll walk out of here without killing you.”

Koresh scoffs, “I thought you said you weren’t the gambler.”

“I’m not.”

And with that, Din’s whistling birds take down all of Koresh’s goons who’d had you both at blaster point. Both of you are up from your seats immediately, and you manage to dip down and dodge the oncoming blow from an alien directly behind you. For a second you think of Ranik’s death by your hand on Nar Shaddaa. Then when your body begins to freeze up you’re somehow able to purge the feeling of fear from your system and focus on the situation at hand.

Out of the corner of your eye you can see that Din has his hands full, but you're not worried about him as you continue to move away from the man before you and his oncoming attacks. While you are crouched down to avoid a high kick, you pull the dagger from your boot and jam it into his thigh just above the knee. Howling in pain, he falls to the ground as you yank your dagger from his flesh and begin to lift yourself up. He attempts to lunge at you again, so you run the blade along his wrist before standing to your full height to move away from him.

Glancing to Din to make sure he’s still okay, you notice that Koresh is using the fight as a distraction and he’s waddling off towards the back of the arena. Without thinking twice, you take off after him. The rest of the goons are attacking Din, so you’re able to slip away quite easily. Koresh is shuffling as hard as he can but his little legs don’t get the portly man far, so you have no problem keeping up to follow him out into the street. Huffing and puffing, Koresh looks back at you and shouts as you lift your right forearm. Aiming as much as you can with a moving target, you initiate your whipchord and watch with glee as it wraps around Koresh’s legs on the first try. The alien falls to the ground with a grunt and a thud.

“Oh shit,” you exclaim, holding the chord tight, “I did it!”

You can feel the presence of another coming up behind you, but before you can react to a possible attack Mando’s modulated voice is in your ears. Upon hearing your cosmic companion, your body relaxes a little.

“You caught him?” he sounds completely amazed.

“Yeah, holy shit!”

You observe as Din takes the chord from you and swings the end of it up over the light post above your head, pulling Koresh up until he’s hanging upside down in front of you. Din ties him off and then comes to stand before him as he pleads for Din to stop.

“Serves you right for tying to buy me, creep,” you shove at the alien, making him swing a little.

“I’ll tell you where he is, but you must give me your word that you will not kill me,” Koresh pleads, panting.

The Mandalorian steadies him and looks down into the man's huge upside down eye as he speaks evenly, “I promise you will not die by my hand. Now where is the Mandalorian you know of?”

“Tatooine.”

“What?!”

“The Mando I know of is on Tatooine!”

“I’ve spent much time on Tatooine, I’ve never seen a Mandalorian there.”

“My information is good, I tell you! The city of Mos Pelgo. I swear it by the Gatra.”

“Tatooine it is, then.”

Koresh starts screaming for Mando to cut him down as your friend simply motions to you that your group is leaving. The kid’s pram is floating just behind Din as he walks off so you turn to follow as well. When Koresh screams that he can’t be left like that, Din turns back to the little one eyed man with his blaster raised.

“That wasn’t part of the deal,” Din says cooly, and shoots the street light out.

Koresh dangles there in the dark like a piece of meat, and you turn back for a moment to watch as he’s swarmed by those same red eyed creatures from the alley. Startled, you quickly spin around and catch up to Mando as the alien’s screams of agony echo behind you.

*****

“I’m going to put him down in the cot, I’ll be right back,” Din says, squeezing your shoulder with his free hand. The kid is sleeping in Din’s other arm and you just nod your head, on the verge of falling asleep yourself.

Space RV is back in hyperspace and you’ve since cleaned yourself up from the fight in the arena. Dressed in comfortable clothes for sleeping, you feel almost cozy curled up in your blanket on the red leather seat. The Mandalorian only leaves you alone in the cockpit for a few minutes, and you start to nod off a little while he’s gone. But then he’s climbing the ladder again, his voice bringing you back to reality.

“Thank you for your help tonight,” he says, moving all the way into the small control room to join you.

“You’re welcome,” you reply, throwing a sleepy little smile up his way.

“The way you handled yourself was… exemplary. Taking the initiative to chase after Koresh, using the whipchord launcher just like we practiced. You kept calm even when we were being held at blasterpoint. I’m very proud of you, ner burc’ya.”

As Din is saying all of this, showering you with compliments, he’s slowly dropping down to his knees in front of you. Positioning himself between your legs, Din’s tone of voice morphs into something akin to sultry, and he reaches a hand forward to cup your face. His gloves and most of his armor have been removed.

“So fucking proud of you,” he says lowly, and your back straightens as his phrasing sobers you up from the sleepiness you’ve been feeling up to this point.

Din never uses that word in the way that you do. In fact, he’s only ever repeated it to you the one time after he had realized it’s definition. So when he says it right now it gets your full attention, causing you to sit up and look at him with raised eyebrows. The blanket falls from your shoulders in a clump behind you.

“Yeah? You’re how proud of me?” You repeat back, scooting yourself forward so that your groin is right up against him. You place a hand on either side of his head and look straight down at the beskar, pleased when he doesn’t move to stop you like he had last time. He trusts that you are not trying to remove it, and that fact alone fills you with joy.

The helmet in question tilts up at a sharp angle to look at you, “Take off your clothes and I’ll show you how proud I am.”

“What’s gotten into you? What happened to taking this slow?”

Din starts to lift the hem of your Bowie shirt, sliding his bare hands underneath the thin fabric as he inches it upwards. “Watching your bravery, seeing you use the skills that I’ve taught you. We felt like a team, like partners. I liked it, cyar'ika”

“It was pretty nice to feel useful in a situation like that,” you agree, grinding your hips a little as you speak.

Din’s fingers continue pushing your shirt up until your breasts are exposed, stopping to tease both nipples with soft little pinches. “What I didn't like, was Koresh having the audacity to touch you.”

Your heart is beginning to beat faster, loving where this is going as you play dumb, “Yeah? Why’s that?”

“Don’t like people touching things that don’t belong to them,” he growls, lifting up to be more level with you as he pushes you back against the backrest of your red seat.

“And who do I belong to?”

“Me, cyar’ika. You are mine,” Din’s voice is so lascivious, you feel as if your entire body could melt into goo right then and there.

“Tell me that again,” you demand as Din begins to yank the yoga pants and underwear from your waist.

He wiggles the fabric out from under your ass, leaning in towards you. “You are mine,” he repeats in that same lusty growl.

You long to run your fingers through hair, his hair, so you squeeze the helmet tighter. “I’m all yours, but that means you have to be all mine in return.”

“Naturally,” he finishes disrobing your bottom half, discarding with your clothes behind him, “I belong to you.”

Feeling a chill run through you now that most of you is exposed to the cool air, a little moan escapes your lips. You let go of him and rip the shirt from your head before leaning back into the seat more as you spread your legs. Of course, your planet necklace is the only thing adorning your now nude form. “Mmm, tell me that you’re proud of me again. That I did a good job. Tell me I was a good girl for you, Din.”

He’s beginning to unfasten his own pants, “I’m so fucking proud of you, cyar’ika. Such a good girl for me.”

“Show me, Din. Please,” you whine for him.

Din is almost fully dressed save for his hands, but now he’s pulling himself out and you really stop to appreciate how impressive he is when fully hard. Uncircumcised and quite large, he’s unlike any of the sexual partners you’ve been with in the past. The prospect of feeling him enter you is enough to make your entire body quiver with anticipation, core heating up rapidly.

“Oh, fuck,” you breathe, reaching out to take him into your hand. His entire body jerks forward when you make contact, a soft moan escaping him. “What is it, handsome?” Your voice is salacious.

“Been so long,” he mutters, his own wanton voice strained and husky.

You begin to stroke him, loving the way he melts into your hands. He braces himself on your chair as you scoot yourself forward and slide off of it, butt landing softly on your heels so that you’re at eye level with the impressive appendage. Then you part your lips, tongue protruding, and the noise Din makes when you slide the tip of him into your mouth is one you plan to cherish forever.

Hips bucking involuntarily, Din slides himself in and out as you gently suck. You’re careful not to use too much pressure or teeth, and under the beskar his eyes are rolling into the back of his head at the sensation. This doesn’t feel real. It’s got to be a dream, because nothing in his life has ever felt this fucking good.

“It’s real, Din,” you say as you come up for air, saliva running from the corners of your slightly swollen lips.

Had he said that out loud? He was sure that had been a private thought.

It doesn’t matter, all that matters is the pleasure he hasn’t felt in far too long. The dust and cobwebs have been cleared from his dormant libido, and he can feel a much younger version of himself start to reawaken. Your mouth is lovely and warm and wet, but he’s suddenly ready to feel you clamp your muscles around him as you whine his name in ecstasy.

Pulling out of your mouth with a small pop, he leans back and brings your blanket down with him. You watch him with hunger in your gorgeous eyes as he lays the thick black fabric down on the floor of the cockpit before guiding you to lay down on your back.

You allow him to gently push you down, spreading your legs as he positions himself between them. The floor is hard and unforgiving, and will likely fuck your back up for the following day, but in this moment you could give a shit less.

“Tell me what you want, ner cyare,” Din demands, swollen cock in one hand as he hovers over you with his other hand finding your soft wetness. It’s not lost on you that he’s calling you a word you do not know, but that can wait. His fingers are grazing over the sensitive swollen flesh of your clit, and nothing else fucking matters anymore.

Hands at the base of his neck, you lift up to whisper into the right side of his helmet, “I want my Mandalorian to fuck me so hard that I forget know my own name.”

The heat between your legs only fires up more when you feel the tip of him press into your opening, and when you least expect it he thrusts all the way in. A gargled cry erupts from your throat, pain and pleasure both cascading through you as you realize you really haven’t taken anyone this big before. You’ve never been this full.

“Oh fucking hell,” you grunt, wiggling your hips around to try and adjust to his size pushed all the way in.

“You okay?” He pants above you. Fuck, if only you could feel his tongue in your mouth.

“Don’t stop,” you grunt out again, “you’re just bigger than I’m used to.”

Din pumps in and out, slowly at first but soon his pacing picks up to a more feverish rhythm. Nothing about this is picturesque. It’s rough, and raw, and messy. Both of you are so full of passion that your movements are almost frantically out of sync for the first few minutes. Eventually though, you start to tune yourselves into each other. Your hips rock up to meet his has he thrusts forward, and when your legs wrap around his waist it feels like he enters you even deeper. It feels so intense that dig your nails into his lower back under his shirt as a loud noise escapes you, louder than any of the noises you’ve made thus far.

Din’s hand comes to clamp over your mouth, adding enough pressure to make you moan even louder against his palm.

“Shh,” he coos, “don’t want to wake the kid.”

With his hand stifling the obscene noises you’re unable to control, Din begins to really fuck you. No gentle thrusting, no consideration for your pain tolerance. He’s slamming into you with so much speed and force that you can barely keep your eyes open to look at him. You’re fully aware that you’re going to be sore tomorrow, but you adore every second of his rough handling of your body. It hurts, but in that way that you’ve learned to crave when it comes to sex.

Then he suddenly pulls out, leaving you feeling empty as he releases you to the ground and sits back on his booted heels. “Shit,” he exclaims, breathing more heavily than you’ve ever heard him. His hands are on his knees as he hunches forward.

Din really had to force himself off of you, afraid that if it went any further he’d finish too soon.

You’re similarly worried, sitting up to look at him with your brow furrowed. This is the most unprotected you’ve ever been, and it’s only just now occurring to you that the two of you need to be careful. “Did you…?”

“Almost,” he’s still catching his breath, “Sorry for being so rough with you.”

“You could be rougher,” you grin at him, “I’ve never been one for gentle sex.”

Crawling forward, you plop down onto your stomach right in front of him and prop yourself up on your forearms. Hesitantly, as this side of Din is so new to you and you’re not sure what will go over well, you stick out your tongue and run it from the base of his lovely cock all the way up to the tip. His body shudders as he moans, and you’re so proud of yourself for being able to cause these reactions in him.

“Mm, I taste so good on you,” you remark, smirking up at him as his head leans back to point up at the ceiling. There's that little taste of a chin again.

Din grunts out, “Oh fuck, cyar’ika,” as his hips buck forward.

You take the opportunity to pull him all the way into your mouth, letting as much of his length as you can take slide down your throat. Bobbing, you begin to work his cock with your mouth and his hands come to grip at your hair. He pulls harder than you expect him to, but this only serves to kindle the blazing fire in your core as he helps guide your head up and down.

Then he yanks upward, causing you to pop off of him and look up. The beskar helmet is looking directly at you, and you whine a little bit just from the sight before your eyes. Din’s hardness in the foreground and the way his head is tilted down, you can only try to imagine what his face must look like riddled with lust.

“I want you to cum for me, Din,” you pant, mouth dripping.

He shakes his head, voice taking on a commanding tone that leaves you weak, “I’m not done with you yet. My chair. Now.”

Din never lets go of your hair, walking you on all fours across the short distance to the pilot’s seat. As uncomfortable as this is on your knees, you do not complain one bit. He’s handling you in the way you’ve been fantasizing about for months. You let him guide your naked body up on the seat, chest and stomach pressed down into the leather as you bend over it.

Oh shit, he’s going to take you from behind.

“Ner mesh’la. Ner cyare,” he croons, “tell me who you belong to.” He’s positioning himself at your opening once again, so you brace yourself against the seat as you turn to look back at your Mandalorian in all his glory. Din Djarin is absolutely fucking intoxicating like this, and now that you’re finally getting to experience it first hand, you feel as if you never want another person besides him to touch you for the rest of your life.

“I belong to Din Djarin, the best fucking Mandalorian in the galaxy.”

“That’s right, cyar’ika.” Din grasps onto one of your forearms with his free hand as he places it to your lower back and holds it there. “And who do I belong to?”

“Me,” you moan, “you’re my Mandalorian, Din. All fucking mine.”

The next words that flow from Din’s mouth come so naturally that he doesn’t stop to second guess himself. He unabashedly says how he feels, how he’s been feeling for weeks. “Ni kar’tayl gar darasuum.”

You’re squirming beneath him, pushing your ass out. “Quit teasing me,” you whine.

“Don’t get mouthy,” he reprimands lightly, spanking your ass once or good measure.

“Oh shit,” you squeak, looking back at him with a devilish little grin.

“Mm, my girl did so well tonight,” Din says as he begins to slowly push himself into you once more. “So fucking proud of my beautiful fucking girl. My girl deserves everything she wants and more.”

You feel your body envelope him, and everything else fades away besides Din Djarin. The sensation of his voice and the words he’s saying paired with the feeling of fullness in your core nearly sends you over the edge. This is the closest you’ve ever been to having an orgasm from another person’s involvement, let alone just from penetration. Your free hand moves to play with yourself, hoping to coax climax on if you can.

Then Din starts to pump again, pulling back slowly and then slamming his hips into you at nearly full force. He purposely tortures you with every thrust, loving how much you squirm and quiver each time he gradually pulls out. He really is close, and knows he can’t go on much longer, but he intends to savor every second that he’s inside of you and the effect it has on your body. Your tight wetness is so inviting that he feels like he could move in and never leave.

“Your girl wants you to fuck her harder,” you eventually plea, voice dripping with need.

So Din gladly complies, grabbing both of your hips to steady himself as his movements become relentless. He goes for as long as he possibly can, until he’s dangerously teetering on the edge and has to rip himself from you at the last minute. It’s over so fast, orgasm rocking his body completely as he leans his helmeted head on the small of your back and empties himself onto the floor between your knees with several soft moans. He’ll be sure to clean that up later. Had he more time to ask for permission, he would have liked to ask you to swallow it.

Once he catches his breath, he’s lifting himself from your back to sit on the floor. You slide from the chair, coming to sit on your blanket directly in front of him. Your hair is a mess and your face is flushed, and Din is so enamored with your appearance that he wishes he could kiss you. Truly kiss you.

“How’s my Mando doing?” You ask, leaning forward to kiss his messy tip and lick up some of the remnants. His body shakes violently, a strangled little noise escaping him.

“He’ll let you know when he can think clearly again,” Din eventually chuckles, adrenaline slowly beginning to ebb from him. “That was…”

“Good?” You offer, looking hopeful.

“Magnificent,” he counters, head moving as he looks you up and down. “Did you…?

You grin, “Did I enjoy it? Din, I don’t think there are words for how much I enjoyed that.”

Din wishes you could see his own grin. “I’m glad, cyare. But I was asking if you finished.”

Then your face falters, souring for a moment before you force a smile back to your lips. Din’s heart drops as a certain awkwardness washes over you. “No, I didn’t. I was close at one point, but its okay. I’m probably not going to.”

“What do you mean?”

You sigh, avoiding his gaze, “I’ve been having sex since I was nineteen, and I’ve never been able to cum when I’m with someone. If I’m alone it happens like it’s nothing, but if I’m with another person it’s like I get close but that’s all that ever comes. No pun intended. A guy went down on me for a full hour once and I still couldn’t reach a climax. I don’t know if it’s that my body just freezes up or I’ve never had a true connection with anyone or what.”

“Your body was hardly frozen,” Din remarks, mulling over this information. His own orgasm feels lessened knowing that you did not experience the same amount of pleasure from the encounter. “You deserve to feel good as well.”

You shake your head, “I do feel good. I don’t have to finish to have good sex with you. And please know, that was very good sex.”

Din’s not taking no for an answer, he’s determined to make this right. “Is there anything more I can try?”

“Unfortunately not with the helmet on,” you say, squeezing his hand. “But it’s not important. I’ve already written that off.”

“What are you talking about?” He asks, but then once he really thinks about it the realization dawns on him. You’re suggesting he preform oral on you. Something he’s only aware of, certainly nothing he’s ever had a chance to try. Xi’an used to beg him to do that for her, but being true to the creed he’s never had sex without his helmet. “Oh,” he says.

“Yeah, so out of respect for you lets not even go there. We should just stop talking about it all together. It’s off the table.” You wave him off as if you really are unconcerned, but Din can see the smallest glimmer of disappointment in your eyes and he simply cannot let this stand.

There’s got to be something he can do. He looks around the cockpit as if anything in this room could aid him, and then his eyes land on the pinkish-purple scrap of fabric that was given to you on Nevarro. You had recently tied it around the headrest of your seat and declared that you were decorating your space, but now Din thinks of a better purpose the piece of fabric could serve. He refers back to the dream about you that he had right after Nar Shaddaa, and a part of him wonders if this idea is actually taking things too far. Then he looks over your naked body and he suddenly doesn’t care.

It very well could be taking things too far, but that doesn’t seem to matter as Din feels himself moving towards it before the rest of his mind can catch up. He yanks at the fabric until it loosens away from the seat, and then he moves to sit in front of you.

“What are you doing?” You ask, eyeing the scarf skeptically.

“Do you trust me?” Din asks, ignoring your question. You nod, so he continues, “I will not allow this to happen lightly. If we do this, I need you to vow to me that you will continue to uphold your respect for my way of life.”

“I promise,” you whisper, eyes widening.

Din folds the fabric in fourths longways, holding one end in each hand. His face is completely serious below the beskar. “I have no idea what I’m doing, so this might not even work. But I do not wish to see you disappointed, and I would very much like to know what you taste like.”

You seem to react to this, face melting into the same one that was full of lust just a few moments ago. “Only if you’re one hundred percent sure.”

“I am,” he nods, “Turn around and face that way.”

You comply, moving your body to face in the opposite direction. Din lifts the fabric of the scarf above your head and comes to a stop right in front of your face. You nod once, so Din gently places the fabric over your eyes and ties it tightly behind your head.

“Too tight?”

“No it feels fine.”

“Can you see anything?”

“Not at all, its totally dark under this thing.”

"Promise?"

"Promise."

When you eventually hear the hiss of his modulator and the sound of metal clunking to the ground, a thrill runs through your body. Gooseflesh prickles all the way up your arms and legs, up your spine, and comes to rest at the back of your head. The tingling sensation you feel all over is maddening, and he hasn’t even touched you yet.

“Are you okay, cyare?” His voice sounds completely the same while also sounding so different. Without the speakers of the modulator, it sounds more human. More tangible.

“Whoa, your voice sounds different. I… did you really take it off, Din?” Blanketed in darkness, you’re not sure if what you’re hearing is real.

“I did,” his voice is suddenly in front of you, much closer than it was a moment ago.

Then you feel hands in your hair, and something fleshy brushes up against your nose. “Is that…?”

One of the hands in your hair moves to grab hold of one of yours, gently lifting your fingers upwards until they come in contact with skin.

“My nose,” Din says, trailing your fingers over more skin and you giggle at the feeling of prickly facial hair. Then you’re touching what feels like lips, and this is only confirmed for you when they part slightly and you can feel the heat of his breath. He kisses your fingertips, “My lips.”

“My lips wouldn’t mind getting to know yours a little,” you say with a small laugh, gasping at the end of your sentence when he cups your face and pulls it forward slightly.

“I have not done this since I took the oath,” he says, sounding almost awkward and unsure of himself.

You smile, “I don’t have any expectations, Din. I just want you to be yourself.”

Then your lips are captured in his and suddenly the reality of what is going on really kicks in. Din has taken his helmet off, you are blindfolded to be kept from seeing his face, and he is kissing you. Something that you assumed would never happen, and had come to terms with long before anyone admitted their feelings for the other.

Just as it had been when you were having sex, the movements are feverish and all over the place but soon enough the two of you find rhythm with one another again. Your tongue snakes out from behind your teeth, slowly entering his warm mouth as his own tongue runs over yours in exploration. You think idly that he tastes of caf and something else you can’t place. He moans against you, so you take it that he enjoys your advances. Cradling his face in either hand, you push yourself forward to really get leverage in the kiss. The facial hair feels so nice against your hands, his mustache tickling your nose.

Then he pulls away, a hand to your chest as he gently coaxes you to lay down. You whine a little, openly pouting. Din growls, and the hand on your chest increases pressure.

“I want my mesh’la girl to feel good,” he declares, and you finally give in to the hand pushing you down onto your back.

His lips travel down your neck, pecking every few inches until he makes his way to your breasts. Licking at one of your nipples, he then takes it into his mouth as he nibbles lightly. It sends you into a tizzy until he pulls away.

“Kissing you felt really good,” you finally counter, grinning in his general direction as you lay there. “I was ready to go on for the rest of my life not knowing what that feels like and now you’ve spoiled me and I don’t think I can live without it.”

A hand moves your left leg outward. “Let me spoil you even more, cyare.” Then another hand moves your right leg, spreading you open. Nothing happens for a moment, until you hear the distant sound of Din inhaling deeply through his nose. “Delicious,” he breathes, referring to the scent of you.

His movements are hesitant at first and when you feel the warmth of his wet tongue for the first time you jump a little, flinching away with a sharp noise when his facial hair tickles the sensitive flesh between your legs. Before he can stop and ask if you’re okay, you assure him that you’re fine and urge him to keep going. You have to consciously keep your legs spread, fighting the instinct to clamp your thighs around his unsuspecting head as he tentatively runs his tongue from the base of your entrance all the way up to the clit. Din repeats this motion several times, before showing complete attention to the swollen nub. You can tell that he’s unsure of himself, that he’s truly never done this before, so you decide to coach him a little bit.

“Mm, oh fuck,” you croak out between moans, “when you swirled your tongue there it felt so-oh god-so fucking good. Try to focus your attention there as much as possible.”

Din carries on with the same strokes of the tongue, and then suddenly you feel a finger pressing against your entrance. It traces the slick opening a few times before sliding in completely, causing you to cry out Din’s name in a feral voice. Then a second finger enters you, then a third, and your eyes roll back behind the blindfold as he beings to pump. Your sense of how long this is going on is completely gone, having no idea how much time is passing. All you know is the pleasure your body is feeling, totally unmeasured by time. Blindfolded and filled up with the Mandalorian’s fingers while his tongue swirling over your clit, you can feel the familiar building sensation that always comes before an orgasm. Arguably, sometimes the crescendo of nerves firing up is more pleasurable to you than an orgasm itself and this one builds for a long moment of agonizingly glorious intensity.

Legs trembling, suddenly your hands are tangled in Din’s hair as you yank harder than you mean to. “Oh, oh shit. Please don’t stop I think it’s actually happening.”

Then the crescendo tips over, and you’re riding out the waves of orgasm with bucking hips and whining moans. Din laps at you a few more times, your body jerking with each stroke, and you beg him to let up as your sensitivity is temporarily maxed out.

You just lay there, quivering in the aftermath, and Din crawls up to your head. When his lips touch yours again everything feels swollen and slick and wet, especially his mustache. You can taste yourself on him and it causes you to pose the question, “So how do I taste?”, once he breaks apart from you again.

“Delectable, cyar’ika. Fucking delectable.”

“Thank you, Din. I am beyond grateful,” you choke, the sudden need to cry washing over you as a small sob escapes your mouth.

“Shh,” he soothes as he scoops you into his arms.

Grasping at him, your hands snake up into his lovely soft hair as your body comes down from the adrenaline rush of sexual release. “I really thought that would never happen, and then you manage to make me cum on the first try with zero experience. What are the odds?”

His unmodulated, gorgeous voice is rumbling lowly in your ear, “I perform best when the odds are against me.”

“Wow, such a humble Mandalorian.” Chuckling, you turn your head and catch his earlobe between your teeth.

He makes a little noise as you nibble his ear, body shuddering. “Perhaps you were on to something when you said you’ve never had a true connection with someone. I know that this, how close I feel to you, is more tangible than any connection I’ve made with another. It means a great deal to me.”

You pull away from his ear to face him, in spite of not being able to see. “You’re not wrong. I don’t think I’ve ever felt this close to anther person, Din. I’m so glad that black hole spit me out where it did.”

“Mm,” he hums, and you feel the vibration of it, “as am I.”

You rub your cheek against his, adoring the feeling of skin and hair against your flesh along with the scent of your sex on him. Even if you truly never get to see what this man looks like, feeling him is more than enough for you and you know it in your bones. “Thank you for trusting me. I know that the decision to remove your helmet did not come lightly.”

“Thank you for honoring your promise.”

The two of you lay there for a moment, peppering each other’s faces with kisses. You kiss his forehead, accidentally bumping into one of his eyes at first. He chuckles, and the sound of his unmodulated laugh melts your heart.

“Din?”

“Yes?”

Fingers playing with his hair, you smile a little at him. If only you could see his facial expression. Then an idea strikes you, so you move to his lips again and feel what you assume to be him smiling against your fingertips. “What does ‘cyare’ mean? You called me your ‘cyare’ several times. And I don’t think I’m going to pronounce this right but you also said something like ‘kah-tay-leer darasoom’? We haven’t gone over those phrases in Mando’a yet so I had no idea what you were saying. I remember you said something similar to the kid recently.”

Din doesn’t respond right away, instead he kisses you deeply while holding your blindfolded face in both hands. After a moment he pulls apart from you, and you can sense that he’s hovering an only an inch or so from your face as you feel his warm breath on your skin. The pad of his thumb traces your lips.

“Cyare means beloved,” you feel his fingers move some of the hair from your forehead, “and what I told you was ‘ni kar’tayl gar darasuum.’ Kar’taylir means to know, to hold in the heart. Adding ‘darasuum’, eternity, changes it’s meaning to ‘I will know you forever.’ Essentially it is our phrase for expressing love. As I said before, this connection means a great deal to me.”

Your breath hitches in your throat, the realization of his confession hitting you so hard that anther of your soft sobs echoes through the cockpit. It’s not lost on you that you can feel fresh, warm wetness on his stubbled cheeks. Tears, you’re feeling Din’s tears. He just told you that he loves you and he’s weeping. You almost can’t wrap your head around it.

“Din,” you are so overwhelmed with emotion, feeling your own tears form as they soak into the blindfold. The part of you that is afraid to give yourself over to him, afraid of the risk involved in giving your heart to another, wants to stop you from expressing how you feel. “I…”

“You don’t have to say anything,” he whispers.

Cara’s advice chimes through your mind, This life is too short not to get what you want out of it. You consider this for only but a moment, deciding that she was right and you cannot let yourself miss out on this. Yet something still feels off, and then it occurs to you, “Saying I love you just doesn’t feel right, like it means less to just say it in basic knowing there’s a beautiful way to say it in Mando’a. Say it slowly so I can hear the pronunciation.”

You feel Din hover just above your navel, placing a kiss to the flesh just below your breasts. “Ni,” his lips move between the soft peaks, “kar’tayl,” they migrate to your throat, “gar,” then he’s kissing you on the mouth again, “darasuum.”

“Ni kar’tayl gar darasuum, Din Djarin,” you whisper, lips spreading into the widest grin.

His face nuzzles into yours some more, sighing heavily before the sound morphs into a low chuckle. “I don’t know about you but I’m exhausted.”

“I wish we could sleep together like we did on Nevarro,” you say as you nuzzle him back. The smile on your face would have to be jackhammered off at this point, your heart is just too full of glee to for it leave anytime soon.

“Let’s try to sleep in the cot together,” he suggests. “I cannot be apart from you. Not right now.”

“Is the kid in his hammock?”

“Yes. It’ll be a tight fit but I think we can make it work.”

“It wouldn’t be the first tight fit we’ve had to deal with tonight,” you can’t help but joke, chuckling.

Din laughs, kissing you once more. This kiss is not deep, there are no tongues and the pacing is not feverish. His lips simply linger on yours for a long, loving moment.

“I need to put it back on, cyar’ika,” he eventually says as he breaks apart.

Your chest aches a little, but you lift up to brush your nose against his once more. “Thank you for sharing this part of you with me. Will this be the only time I’ll ever get to feel you like this?”

“No,” he breathes, tone confident, “this will not be the only time.”

“Well until next time, then,” you say, pecking at him once more.

You feel him move away, and then after a moment his voice is once again being filtered through the modulator of his helmet. “It’s on, you can remove the blindfold.”

The cockpit had been dimly lit to begin with but everything seems incredibly bright as you slowly peel the damp fabric from your face and the visual world comes back to you.

Din is seated in front of you, once again wearing his helmet. You stare at him for a long moment, and suddenly none of what just happened feels real to you.

“Holy fucking hell,” you exclaim, giddy giggles bubbling up your throat. You long to cry out in elation, like when you used to go driving alone and joyfully scream in the sanctity of your car if you were in a great mood.

“You okay?” Din asks.

You nod, “more than okay.”

Din watches you re-dress, the two of you looking at each other as you pull the shirt over your head and hike the stretchy pants back up your legs. He’s sorry to see your body disappear behind the fabric, but sleep is starting to sound nicer than anything else. When you’re finished, you stand next to him with a hand outstretched. Din takes it, allowing you to help him up off the floor. He scoops up the blanket and hands it over to you, checking that everything with the ship is in order before motioning for you to start heading downstairs. He quickly cleans up the mess he’d made under the pilot seat and then comes to join you. As Din descends the ladder, he sees you standing there waiting for him with the blanket draped over your shoulders and a sleepy smile on your soft features.

“You’re a vision,” Din remarks as his feet touch the ground.

“Mm,” you hum, smiling at him, "so are you." That lovely, kind smile that first caught his attention all those months ago on Nevarro melts his heart for the millionth time. Maker, how far things have come. He’d been so annoyed when Karga coerced him into hiring you on as the nanny, and now he can’t imagine what his life would look like if he hadn’t.

“Let’s sleep, cyar’ika.” Din says, tapping his forehead to yours.

“How’s this supposed to work?” You raise an eyebrow at him, grin cheeky.

Din peers into the thin sleeping cabin, noticing that the kid is still sleeping away in his little hammock above the bed. Jupiter has somehow managed to squeeze her way onto the thing with him, and the kid is using her as a sort of pillow. Admittedly, the scene is quite endearing.

“We lay on our sides,” Din shrugs, “you go in first and I’ll climb in after.”

“If you say so, Chrome Dome.” Chuckling, you crawl into the cot, laying on your left side with you front up against the right wall to give him enough space to enter.

Din kicks off his boots, bending forward to craw in with you. It’s certainly going to be a tight fit, but he thinks this may actually work nicely. He pulls himself all the way in, the door sliding shut once he’s inside. His body is already pressed to yours, so he carefully shifts around until he’s spooning up to your backside. One arm is tucked under his helmeted head, while the other is draped over you. You pull his hand into yours, tangling your fingers with his.

“Goodnight, Din,” you whisper in the darkness.

“Jate ca,” he whispers your name, “rest well.”

When Din awakes several hours later, his heart is so incredibly full that he’s not sure he could jam any more affection into it if he tried. You’re still out cold, but the kid has since migrated from his hammock to laying between you and the wall. One of your arms is curled around the foundling tightly, a content smile on your slightly parted lips. Jupiter has also relocated, as Din can feel her purring against the back of his helmeted head.

He should get up and start his day, but he instead closes his eyes once more and allows himself to feel happy for a long while.

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Chapter 2: No Longer Strangers

Din Djarin x OC

Word Count: 8.6k

Warnings: MDNI, canon typical violence, cursing, angst, hurt/comfort, minor character death, injuries, protective!Mando, protective!Astra, Toro Calican is a creep

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The Razor Crest zoomed through space, weaving away from the blaster fire from a bounty hunter trying to get the Child. Astra sat next to Mando, strapped in and looking back every once in a while to make sure the kid was okay.

It had been a few weeks since Astra and Mando decided to work together. They’d left Sorgan a few days ago to Mando’s chagrin and Astra’s delight. They had gone to hide, but when they helped some people reclaim their village, a bounty hunter found them. Astra killed him when she’d found him lurking in the woods aiming to shoot Mando and they decided to leave.

As peaceful as it was, Astra knew they wouldn’t be able to stay there. She knew how resilient the Empire was, like kriffing cockroaches. If they wanted her or the kid, they wouldn’t stop until they had them.

Luckily for her, they’d only run into bounty hunters looking for the Child. Honestly, Astra felt guilty about it. The Child was innocent. Astra was not. Not that Mando knew that, which added to Astra’s guilt.

They’d been prickly with each other for the most part, but they had their moments. Just the other night, Astra had offered him the food she had made for herself and the kid. He accepted, hiding away in his room to eat. It was a step in the right direction, she thought, but then he was cold to her the next morning, passing her without a word and sitting silently in the cockpit for so long that Astra would’ve thought he’d fallen asleep if he wasn’t flipping a switch or checking a reading every once in a while.

The ship swerved, narrowly avoiding another blast as a voice came over the comms, “Hand over the child, Mando.” BAM! A blast hit the ship, knocking Astra to the side. She put an arm out to stop herself from fully flying out of her seat.

“I might let you live,” the bounty hunter added.

“Yeah, right,” Astra muttered as Grogu whimpered. She turned around to make sure he was okay.

“Ya know,” Astra started, turning to Mando, “Not to be a backseat driver, but I don’t think this is going well for us.”

“You think?” Mando asked sarcastically, spinning the ship in evasive maneuvers until one of the engines was hit.

“Hold on,” Mando suddenly said, and Astra didn’t take those words lightly, bracing for whatever the hell he was about to do. The ship spun around and around, making Astra dizzy as the ship was bombarded with shots, taking out the other engine.

“Come on,” Mando said to himself. “We’re gonna die,” Astra muttered, white knuckling the arms of her seat.

“I can bring you in warm or I can bring you in cold,” the hunter said.

Astra whipped her head to Mando, recognizing that as something Mando had said to her when she was his bounty. Mando ignored the man, pulling back the controls and letting him fly over the Crest, right in Mando’s line of fire. “That’s my line,” Mando said before shooting the hunter’s ship. The last thing Astra heard was the hunter’s scream as his ship blew up.

The ship was silent as it sputtered through space, one engine fully dead while the other barely functioned.

“Well,” Astra said after a moment, “That was exciting. What’d you think, kid?” The Child cheerfully babbled in response.

She turned to Mando, watching him flip switches frantically.

“Losing fuel,” Mando said just as the ship powered down.

“Need any help?” Astra asked, watching him stand.

“No,” he said curtly.

“Well, alright then.”

Mando did something behind her and the backup generator came on, the red lights of the cockpit illuminating Astra’s face. Mando sat back down and flipped a few more switches until the ship came back to life and they shot off towards the nearest planet.

“Where are we headed?” Astra asked. Mando flipped the radio switch and it crackled to life as a man’s voice came over the comms, “This is Mos Eisley Tower. We are tracking you. Head for bay three-five, over.”

“Copy that. Locked in for three-five,” Mando replied.

“Oh, so you’ll reply to him, but not me. I see how it is,” Astra huffed, crossing her arms.

“We’re gonna need to get the ship fixed up. I’ll take a job while we’re there to pay for it. You stay with the kid,” Mando said.

“I’m sorry? You’re prickly with me all day and now you want me to play babysitter?” Astra asked, incredulously, “No, not again. I’m going with you this time. You’re not leaving me with the kid like you did on Sorgan.”

“Someone’s gotta watch him,” Mando rebuked.

“Then you stay,” Astra smiled, cocking her head to the side.

Mando was silent.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” Astra nodded, “We can leave him in your room or whatever else you did before I got here.”

Mando sighed as he landed the ship. He stood and walked off, taking the kid, who’d somehow fallen asleep, and closed him inside a hidden panel in the wall.

“You sure he’s safe there?” Astra asked.

“If you’re coming, keep quiet and do what I say,” was all Mando replied, opening the ship’s door.

Astra followed Mando as he stepped down the ramp, shooting at the droids that started to scurry towards his ship.

“Hey!” Peli Motto yelled, coming towards the pair, “You damage one of my droids, you pay for it!”

“Just keep them away from my ship,” Mando ordered. Astra rolled her eyes. She was annoyed at how bossy he could be. She was far more capable than he could ever know.

“Yeah, you think that’s a good idea, do ya?” Peli asked, stepping up close to Mando and eyeing him up and down before looking behind him to Astra, giving her a once over as well.

“Let’s look at your ship,” she said, walking up to the side of the Crest and banging on it in a few different spots. She then listed all the many things wrong with the ship.

“If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were in a shootout,” she said, looking back at the pair, saying nothing yet everything.

“Special tool for that one. I am gonna have to rotate that. You got a fuel leak. Look at that, this is a mess. How did you even land? That's gonna set you back,” Peli continued, approaching them again.

“I’ve got 500 Imperial credits,” Mando said. Astra couldn’t contribute since Mando had kidnapped her with nothing but her satchel.

“That’s all you got? Well, what do you guys think?” Peli asked, turning to the droids. They chattered a bit, some nodding and some shaking their heads.

“I’ll get you your money,” Mando promised.

“Hmm. I’ve heard that before,” she said doubtfully, taking the 500 credits.

“Just remember,” Mando started.

“Yeah, no droids. I heard ya. You don’t have to say it twice,” Peli said, waving them off.

Astra followed Mando out, her hand protectively reaching for her satchel as they left the hangar and made it out into the town. Mando seemed to know exactly where he was headed, and all Astra could do was try to keep up.

“So, what’s the thing with the droids?” Astra asked, trying to spark conversation. Mando ignored her. She was coming to realize there were a lot of things Mando didn’t want to discuss. He looked her way, which excited her for a moment, until she realized what he was looking at.

Rows of bloodied Stormtrooper helmets. Astra shuddered, visions of cold hallways, marching feet, a breath, deep and modulated, surrounding her.

“Hey,” Mando called. Astra looked ahead to where he’d stopped to wait for her. She hadn’t even realized she’d stopped walking. “Coming, Shiny,” she called, catching up to him. Mando watched her, her arms stiff and eyes slightly dazed. He had so many questions floating around about her, as she did him.

He didn’t know what to think of her. He’d thought she’d become a nuisance or maybe bolt at the first chance, but she’d chosen to stay. She could have been dropped off on any planet to hide, but she chose to join him, and he had accepted! That was what confused him the most. He wasn’t sure if he trusted her, but then she’d saved him on Sorgan, shooting that bounty hunter aimed for him.

There was something off about her, though. The blaster shot looked wider, cleaner than normal, even for close range. Mando knew he had to keep his guard up, but something about her kept whittling it down.

• •┈┈┈┈┈┈••✦ ⋆★⋆ ✦••┈┈┈┈┈┈• •

Mando and Astra arrived at the Cantina, stepping into the dimly lit bar full of a variety of species chatting and drinking away.

“Stay here,” Mando said to Astra, walking up the bar. Astra followed him anyway.

“Hey, droid, I'm a hunter. I'm lookin’ for some work,” Mando said to the bartender droid.

“Unfortunately, the Bounty Guild no longer operates from Tatooine,” it replied.

“I'm not looking for Guild work,” Mando said, leaning closer and lowering his voice a touch.

“I am afraid that does not improve your situation, at least by my calculation,” the droid responded loudly.

Think again, tin can,” a voice said from behind them.

Mando and Astra turned around to see a man sitting at a booth.

“If you're looking for work, have a seat, my friends. Name's Toro, Toro Calican,” Toro said. Astra noticed an air of narcissism about him.

“Come on, relax,” Toro continued, gesturing to the booth for them to sit. Mando and Astra looked at each other. She couldn’t see his reaction, but she hoped her wary look said enough. They sat, Mando ensuring Astra went in first as he stood halfway off the chair, like he was ready to go at a moment’s notice. Toro looked between them, his eyes lingering on Astra longer than she felt comfortable with.

“Picked up this Bounty Puck before I left the Mid Rim,” Toro said, turning on the fob which showed a woman with braided black hair.

“Fennec Shand, an Assassin,” he explained, “Heard she's been on the run ever since the New Republic put all her employers in lockdown.”

“I know the name,” Mando said. Astra thought it was familiar, too. Perhaps something she’d overheard from before. She did a lot more listening than talking back then.

“I followed this tracking fob here,” Toro continued, a map appearing on the hologram, “Now the positional data suggests she's headed out beyond the Dune Sea. Should be an easy job.” Toro looked between the two with a confident smile.

“Well, good luck with that,” Mando said, standing. Astra slid out of the booth, grateful that Mando had turned the man down.

They made it to the door when Toro called out, “Wait, wait, wait, hey. I thought you needed work?”

Mando stopped, to Astra’s chagrin.

“How long you been with the Guild?” he asked Toro.

“Long enough,” Toro said suspiciously. The more the man talked, the less Astra trusted him.

“Clearly not,” Mando refuted, “Fennec Shand is an elite mercenary. She made her name killing for all the top crime syndicates, including the Hutts. If you go after her, you won't make it past sunrise.”

There, Astra thought, now that was the end of it.

“This is my first job,” Toro pleaded, “You can keep the money, all of it. I just need this job to get into the Guild. I can't do it alone.”

Astra and Mando looked at each other again. Astra shook her head, not liking the way Toro stared at her.

Mando turned back to Toro, saying, “Meet me at Hangar three-five in half an hour. Bring three speeder bikes and give me the tracking fob.”

Toro smashed the fob against the wall. Yet another red flag, Astra thought.

“Don't worry, got it all memorized,” Toro said, smiling.

“Half an hour,” Mando repeated and left, Astra already halfway out the door.

“Looks like you're stuck with me now, partners,” she heard Toro call from inside.

Mando walked past her, heading back to the hangar.

“Hey!” Astra called, catching up with him, “I don’t trust that guy.”

“Neither do I,” Mando agreed.

“Then why the hell are we working with him?” Astra asked, baffled.

“Because we need the credits to fix the ship,” Mando said simply.

“Ok, but him? There’s something off about him,” Astra said, trying to get through to Mando.

“You’re welcome to stay on the ship with the kid,” Mando offered.

Astra scoffed, shaking her head, “Oh, you’d like that, wouldn’t you? Well, tragically for you, I’m not going anywhere. You’ll need someone to cover your ass again, anyway.” Astra smiled mockingly.

“Should’ve dropped you off at the nearest planet,” Mando muttered.

Astra gasped sarcastically, “Rude. Admit it, you need me!”

“I need you?!” Mando asked incredulously, stopping outside the hangar door, “If I hadn’t found you, another bounty hunter would have already turned you in. You weren’t very hard to catch.”

Astra gaped at him, offended. She shook her head and took a deep breath, saying, “Look. We need to work together and to do that we have to trust each other. I have no problem putting my faith in you since I am literally here right now instead of anywhere else, but you’ve been a brick wall since we got here! What’s your problem?” Mando crossed his arms, tilting his head as he looked at her for a long moment.

“How’d you kill the bounty hunter on Sorgan?” Mando asked.

Astra froze, an anxious look in her eyes, “I told you. Shot them with my blaster.”

“Astra,” Mando warned.

“You should check on the kid,” Astra said quickly, avoiding his gaze, “I’ll wait here for Toro.” Mando stared at her for a long moment before entering the hangar, leaving her alone.

Astra didn’t have to wait long before Toro walked over, guiding two speeders with him.

“Hey there,” Toro said, approaching Astra, “Didn’t get your name back at the cantina.” He smiled at her, stepping close.

“No, you didn’t,” Astra said, tilting her head and giving a curt smile, “We said three speeders.”

Toro looked back like he’d only just realized he brought two as Mando and Peli walked out, the latter carrying the Child.

“You know, it’s costing me a lot of money to keep these droids even powered up,” Astra heard Peli say, catching the back end of their conversation.

Mando noticed Astra and Toro, who gestured to the speeders and said, “Hey, Mando, what do you think? Not too shabby, huh?”

“I said three,” Mando said, looking between Toro and an uncomfortable Astra.

“Oh, I could only get two. Don’t worry,” he said, turning to Astra, “We can share.” He tapped the speeder seat, eyeing her.

“I’d rather die,” Astra scoffed, walking to the other speeder. She looked back at Mando expectantly. Mando didn’t know why that made him feel relieved.

He walked up the speeder, checking it out and noticing it wasn’t exactly in peak condition.

“What’d you expect?” Toro shrugged, “This ain’t Corellia.”

Mando sat on the speeder, leaving space behind him for Astra to sit. She settled herself in, unsure where to put her arms, but settled for placing them at his waist, gripping the edges of Mando’s Beskar chest plate.

“You good back there?” Mando said in a low tone, looking back at her.

Astra nodded, “Yeah. Is this okay?”

Mando hesitated, “You may want to hold on a bit more than that.”

Astra’s eyes widened, but Mando didn’t turn away from her until she wrapped her arms fully around him, leaning further into his back.

Just to keep from falling off, she told herself as they sped off, though she couldn’t deny the feeling that ran through her hands and down her body. It was hot and buzzing and wholly unfamiliar to Astra, igniting every part of her that touched Mando.

• •┈┈┈┈┈┈••✦ ⋆★⋆ ✦••┈┈┈┈┈┈• •

The trio zoomed through the dunes for a while, Toro and Mando fighting to be ahead of the other, making the trip faster which Astra wasn’t going to complain about. Unlike Mando, she didn’t have a helmet to protect her face from the sand whipping at her cheeks. She pressed her face into Mando’s back, using him as a shield.

Mando could hardly concentrate on his driving. Everywhere that Astra touched sent a jolt through him. He wasn’t used to contact, and he knew it didn’t usually have him reacting this way. Yet another question about Astra added to the ever growing list. Mando held up a fist, signaling for Toro to stop.

The speeders slowed to a stop, Toro removing his bandana from his mouth to ask, “What’s going on?”

Mando pointed ahead, “Look. Up ahead.”

Astra stood on the bike a bit, looking over Mando’s shoulder to faintly see the two Banthas wandering the dunes. Toro got off his speeder and used his binocs to get a better look.

“Tusken Raiders,” he said, “I heard the locals talking about this filth.”

Astra scoffed to which only Mando heard. Makes sense, Astra thought, that Toro would see the Tuskens as the filth instead of the colonizers that stole their home.

“Tuskens think they’re the locals,” Mando replied, “Everyone else is just trespassing.”

“Whatever they call themselves,” Toro said, too engrossed in talking shit to notice the Tuskens that approached, “They better keep their distance.”

“Oh, really? Why don’t you tell them yourself?” Astra asked, sarcastically, following Mando off of the speeder.

Toro turned around, jumping when he noticed the two Tuskens.

His hand went to his blaster, but Mando held a hand up, saying, “Relax,” before signing to the Tuskens. What he was saying, Astra had know idea, but she knew it would be in their benefit.

“What are you doing?” Toro asked.

“Negotiating,” Mando said simply. Astra stood beside him, watching the interaction.

“What’s going on?” Toro asked after one of the Tuskens made a cutting motion at his neck which worried Astra as well.

“We need passage across their land,” Mando answered.

The Tuskens signed again.

“Let me see the binocs,” Mando said, holding a hand out to Toro.

“Why?” Toro asked. Mando just gave him a look and Toro handed them to Mando who handed them to the Tuskens.

“Hey! What?!” Toro protested, making Astra smile. She enjoyed Toro being upset. She truly did not like the man and would rather be anywhere else, but she wasn’t going to leave Mando alone with him.

Mando walked back to the speeder, Astra hopping in behind him as Toro complained, “Those were brand new!” “Tragic. Let’s go,” Astra said, holding onto Mando just in time before he sped off, leaving Toro to catch up.

• •┈┈┈┈┈┈••✦ ⋆★⋆ ✦••┈┈┈┈┈┈• •

Mando stopped them again, the two speeders slowing. Mando hopped off before it’d even stopped, ducking behind a dune and looking over.

“Get down,” Mando ordered. Astra listened, following Mando’s lead. Toro fumbled before following suit.

“Alright, tell me what you see,” Mando said, asking Astra.

“Dewback. Looks like the rider’s still attached,” Toro said, turning to them, oblivious to Astra’s look of annoyance and the equivalent to one from Mando.

“Is that her? Is that the target?” Toro finished.

“I don’t know,” Mando said, turning back to the Dewback, “I’ll go. Astra, stay with Toro and cover me.”

He turned to Astra directly, making sure she was paying attention, “Stay down.”

“Aye, aye, captain,” Astra said, giving him a mock salute as he ran down the hill.

She opened her satchel, pulling out her blaster. Toro watched from beside her, catching a peek of something cylindrical and metallic. Astra turned back to see Mando, keeping an eye on the surrounding area.

“So, how does a girl like you end up with a Mandalorian?” Toro asked Astra.

She rolled her eyes, ignoring him.

“How’s it going, Shiny?” Astra called down to Mando as he approached the body.

“It’s a bounty hunter,” Mando called back, crouching.

“You don’t look like a bounty hunter. So, what is it?” Toro pressed.

“Do you ever shut up?” Astra groaned, watching Mando examine the body.

“I’ll shut up if you tell me why you’re traveling with him?” Toro asked, a dangerous look in his eye.

Astra sat up, glaring at him. Why does he want to know so bad? Astra thought.

Before she could speak, Mando yelled, “Get down!”

Astra turned, watching a blaster shot hit Mando, knocking him to the ground.

“Mando!” Astra yelled, standing and then ducking when another shot whizzed past her.

“Mando!” she yelled again, shooting haphazardly in the direction of the shot.

Mando crested over the hill, getting another shot to the shoulder which sent him tumbling down again. Astra yelped, reaching out as Mando righted himself and laid beside Astra.

“Are you okay?” Astra asked, her eyes frantically scanning him for injuries. Mando froze as she put a hand on his gloved one. Toro noticed, an eyebrow quirking as he watched the pair.

“Fine. It was a sniper bolt. Only an MK-modified rifle could make that shot,” Mando answered, turning to look out across the sands.

“How’d you not die?” Toro asked dumbly.

“Hit me in the Beskar,” Mando said, “and at that range, Beskar held up.”

“Wait, I don’t wear any Beskar,” Toro said.

“Nope,” Mando said, a hint of petty amusement in his tone which made Astra smirk.

“Well, so what do we do?” Toro asked.

“You see where that shot came from?” Mando asked Astra.

“Yeah, it came from that ridge,” Astra said, pointing.

“Okay, we’re gonna wait until dark,” Mando said

“Well, what if she escapes?” Toro asked him.

“She’s got the high ground,” Astra spoke up, “She’s gonna wait for us to make the first move. That’s what I would do.” Mando gave her a look, “Yeah. I’m gonna rest. Toro, you take first watch.” He slid down the dune, setting up by the speeders.

“Gonna keep me company?” Toro asked, winking at Astra.

“You’d like that, huh?” Astra said, sweetly. Toro nodded which prompted Astra to drop her smile and slide down the dune to join Mando.

“Maybe later?” Toro called.

Astra ignored him, sitting by Mando.

“This guy gives me the creeps,” Astra said lowly so only Toro couldn’t hear.

“Only have to deal with him a bit longer,” Mando replied, his tone equally low.

“There’s something … weird about him,” Astra said, “He kept asking about me and why I’m traveling with you.”

Mando cocked his head to the side, “You think he knows about your bounty, too?”

Astra shook her head, “He’s been annoying all day, trying to get me to talk to him. But, he seemed oddly interested in why I was even here. I don’t think he knows about the target on my back, because then he’d probably know about yours and the kid’s, too. I just think he’s trying to pull one over us … in some way.”

“We could shoot him and finish this ourselves,” Mando offered.

Astra laughed, “Stars, I’d love that, but he’ll be useful as bait later and I don’t want that to go to waste.”

Mando chuckled, watching Astra try to keep her laugh quiet.

“Ya know, I’m starting to think I made the right choice in letting you catch me,” Astra said.

“You let me catch you?” Mando asked in a mocking tone.

“Yeah,” Astra laughed again, “I did, and I think it was a great decision.”

“And why’s that?” Mando asked, looking into Astra’s eyes. She couldn’t see them, but she could feel his eyes on her, looking her over.

She bit her lip, staring at where she suspected his eyes were, “There was … a feeling about you. So far I haven’t been wrong about it.”

“You seem to have a lot of feelings about people,” Mando said, referring to her suspicion about Toro.

“Call it intuition, I guess,” Astra said, avoiding his gaze. She wasn’t lying, really, but how could she ever really explain it to him? What would he say? Astra would rather not find out. She liked not being alone anymore, and she knew the second he knew what she was, he’d leave her … or worse.

• •┈┈┈┈┈┈••✦ ⋆★⋆ ✦••┈┈┈┈┈┈• •

It was dark out now and Astra had fallen asleep, her head resting on Mando’s shoulder.

“All right, suns are down,” Toro said, standing and walking over to Mando and Astra’s peacefully sleeping forms.

“Time to ride, guys. Come on, wake up,” Toro said, to no response. Not even a twitch from either one. Mando was wide awake, watching him from the secrecy of his helmet. Astra was wary of the man, but all Mando saw was an idiot. Mando didn’t think about how idiots could still be dangerous.

“Look at you. Asleep on the job, old man,” Toro smirked, pulling out his gun and aiming at Mando a few times like he was in a standoff.

“You done?” Mando asked, alerting Toro that he was awake.

“Yeah. I was just, uh, waking you guys up. Come on,” Toro said, feigning innocence. Mando turned his head carefully to Astra who was somehow still asleep. “Astra,” Mando said, gently nudging her side, “Wake up.”

“Hmm. Yes, sir,” Astra muttered in her sleep before waking suddenly, shaking her head as she sat up, “I wasn’t asleep.”

Mando chuckled, “Come on,” and reached out a hand to help Astra stand. She gladly took it and followed him to the bikes.

“Get on your bike,” he said to Toro,” Ride as fast as you can towards those rocks.”

“That’s your plan?” Toro scoffed, “She’ll snipe us right off the bikes.”

“Then be faster,” Astra snidely remarked. Toro narrowed his eyes at her.

Mando tossed something at Toro, “It’s a flash charge. We alternate shots, it'll blind any scope temporarily. Combine that with our speed and we got a chance.”

“A chance?” Toro and Astra both asked in shock.

“Hey, you wanted this. Get ready,” Mando said to Toro.

“Mando-” Astra started.

“It’ll work. Take this and shoot it when I tell you to,” Mando said, handing Astra a flash charge and peeling off.

The two bikes flew over the hill, slamming onto the sand before zooming through the dunes.

“Astra, now!” Mando called over the wind.

Astra sat up and reached over Mando’s shoulder, shooting a bright light towards where Fennec was hiding. Fennec shot back and Mando swerved out of the way. Astra kept steady by holding onto Mando’s shoulders, finding a better grip under the Beskar plate to his shoulder, nothing between them except Mando’s flight suit.

“Now!” Mando yelled louder to Toro. Toro shot the flash charge as Mando swerved from another shot. Astra wobbled, gasping as she held onto Mando tighter.

“You okay?” Mando asked, keeping his body rigid so Astra wouldn’t knock them both off of the speeder.

“I’m good,” Astra said.

Toro shot again, the light bouncing down the path. Before Astra or Mando could do anything about it, Fennec shot again, hitting their speeder dead on. They flew off the speeder, Mando thudding face first into the sand as Astra rolled across the dune, arms protecting her head until she slowed to a stop a ways away from Mando.

“Astra!” Mando called out to her, scrambling on the sand to reach her.

She groaned, barely picking her head up as she reached an arm out and shot another flash of light, letting Toro slip through. Before Mando could reach her, Fennec shot him square in the chest, knocking him back.

“Mando!” Astra screamed, crawling towards him. He laid motionless in the sand.

Astra reached him, examining the black blaster mark on his armor, noticing the shot didn’t go through. She gasped when Mando shot up suddenly, feeling his chest plate to come to the same conclusion Astra had only a moment before.

“Guess Beskar holds up at close range, too,” Astra joked.

“Guess so,” Mando said, looking at her, “Are you alright?”

Astra laughed, “You just got shot in the chest by a sniper bolt and you’re asking me if I’m alright?”

“You did fly off an exploding fast-moving speeder,” Mando added. “So did you,” Astra pointed out, smiling, “Are you alright?”

Mando paused, staring for a long moment at Astra’s mouth, quirked up in an amused smile. He followed her lips to their points, finding two dimples hidden in her smile, like a treasure map. Her smile betrayed her eyes, which showed concern as she raked them over Mando’s body, searching for any injury. They were each so engrossed in each other that they didn’t realize that the other was doing the same thing.

“I’m okay,” Mando finally said.

“Great. Let’s go keep Toro from kriffing this up,” Astra said, standing. She held a hand out for Mando who took it, though Astra wasn’t much help in lifting the heavily-armored man.

“Maker, that Beskar weighs a ton. I don’t know how you run around in that,” Astra huffed as they made their way to where Fennec and Toro were.

“You get used to it. Feels weird when it’s off,” Mando replied, shrugging.

“Well, since you never take it off, I’m sure you feel weightless without it. Like you could just fly, untethered to gravity as you float up into the stars,” Astra said, her hand trailing up into the sky imitating her imaginary flying Mando.

Mando shook his head and said in a humorous tone, “Yeah, something like that.”

Mando and Astra made it up the ridge, their movements hidden under the sounds of Fennec and Toro fighting. They came up behind them as Fennec caught Toro in an armbar hold.

“Nice distraction,” Mando said, aiming his gun for Fennec’s head.

Fennec sighed, letting go and holding her hands up in surrender. Toro got to his knees, moaning in pain as he held onto the arm Fennec had overextended.

“Yeah. Good work, partners,” Toro groaned from the ground.

“Cuff yourself,” Mando ordered, dropping the cuffs at Fennec’s feet.

“Why don’t you go find your blaster?” Mando suggested to Toro who nodded and walked off.

“A Mandalorian. It's been a long time since I've seen one of your kind. Ever been to Nevarro?” Fennec asked, trying to rile Mando up, “ I hear things didn't go so well there, but it looks like you got off easy.” Astra looked to Mando. She remembers him mentioning a fight in Nevarro to save the Child.

“You don't have to worry about gettin’ to Nevarro, or anywhere else, once we turn you in,” Toro said when he found his blaster, shaking the sand off of it, “You know, I really should thank you. You're my ticket into the Guild.”

“You're welcome,” Fennec deadpanned, being led down to the speeders by Mando.

“Uh-oh. Looks like two of us have to walk,” Fennec joked mockingly.

Mando pushed her down to sit on a rock, “Or we could drag you.”

“All right, so what is the plan?” Toro asked Mando as they and Astra stepped away from Fennec to talk out a plan.

“I need you to go find that Dewback we saw,” Mando said to him.

“And leave you here with my bounty and my ride? Yeah, I don't think so, Mando,” Toro scoffed, ignoring the fact that three of them still wouldn’t fit on one speeder.

Mando scanned the dunes, finding the Dewback’s heat signature with his helmet.

“Okay, Astra and I will go. Watch her, and don't let her get near the bike. She's no good to us dead,” Mando ordered, walking off.

“Wait?! You’re gonna leave him with the speeder and the bounty?” Astra asked, incredulously.

“Oh, you wanna spend time with me that badly?” Toro asked, winking at Astra.

She scoffed, turning and catching up with Mando. “Mando, I don’t think this is a good idea.”

He kept walking, ignoring her protests. Astra looked back at Toro and Fennec and huffed in annoyance before following Mando.

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“What’s up with you?” Astra asked after about 20 minutes of walking. They’d already made it out of Toro and Fennec’s sight, yet who knew how much longer it’d take to reach the Dewback.

“I don’t know what you mean,” Mando deflected.

Astra scoffed, “Yeah, right! You don’t trust me! I saved your ass on Sorgan and this is how you treat me. You go from being mostly bearable to colder than a Chistori. What is it?!”

Mando stopped, stepping close to Astra, “You want me to trust you. Fine. How did you kill the hunter on Sorgan?”

Astra swallowed, eyes narrowed in anger while her heart beat wildly in her chest from fear.

She shook her head, “Why does it matter?”

Mando came close enough to Astra’s face that she could see her reflection in the black slats, saying, “Because you’re hiding something, and until I find out what it is, I can’t really trust you, can I?”

“Oh, and like you’ve given me so much to trust, yeah?” Astra asked, sarcastically, getting equally in Mando’s face as he had to her, “I get there’s a lot of secrecy about you because of your Creed, but I know nothing about you. Maybe that’s why you’ve really been alone all this time. You push away anyone who wants to try to get to know you.”

“And what if I don’t want you to know me? Don’t forget that you asked to join me, not the other way around,” Mando said harshly.

Astra narrowed her eyebrows, taken aback by his tone.

She nodded, looking down, “Alright, Mando. Then, I guess you can figure this out yourself. I’m leaving.” She turned and started walking back to the village.

He went to follow her, but then looked back to the Dewback walking off. Mando looked between the retreating Dewback and Astra walking in the opposite direction.

“Dank Farrik,” Mando muttered, chasing after the Dewback. He planned to pick Astra up on the way back to town after he’d gotten Toro and Fennec. She wouldn’t be able to walk the whole way back.

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“Kriffing nerfherder. That’s it. I’m going back to Coruscant. Actually, they’ll probably find me there. I’ll have to hide somewhere else. Outer Rim? Well, wherever it is, it wouldn’t be far away enough from you, Mando!” Astra yelled, turning around to yell out into the empty sands, the suns coming up in the distance. She’d walked all night and frankly was starting to feel delirious. She didn’t realize how far they’d traveled.

As Astra debated with herself on whether to head back and hopefully meet them halfway or keep going, she heard the sound of a speeder. She turned, watching the speeder get closer and closer until it came to a stop a few feet away from her. Toro got off the bike, walking towards Astra.

“Toro? Where’s Mando and Fennec?” Astra asked, confused.

Toro looked back the way he came, “Oh, uh, his ride is a bit slower. Told me to go ahead and pick you up.”

Astra hesitated. That was unlike Mando. Despite their fight, she knew Mando wouldn’t have trusted Toro alone with her. That’s why he’d told Astra to go with him to get the Dewback. Astra took a step back as Toro took one closer.

“Toro, what did you do?” Astra asked, a hand on her satchel.

Toro cocked his head to the side, smiling, “I’m gonna be a legend.”

He jumped, launching himself on her before she could reach her weapons. They slammed to the ground, Toro on top of Astra as he tried to pin down her limbs. Astra screamed at him, banging on any part of his body she could land a hit while her other hand reached in her satchel and pulled out her lightsaber.

Before she could ignite it, Toro grabbed it, holding it out so she couldn’t use it on him. He pushed his arm into her neck, choking her as he reached for the saber, ripping it from her grasp.

She cried out in protest and, without even realizing what it was, Toro smacked the saber across Astra’s head, knocking her out. He stood over Astra and looked at the object he took from her. He smirked as he examined it.

“Oh, now that’s interesting,” he chuckled darkly.

He picked her up and put her on the speeder, zooming off back to the village.

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Mando had just gotten back to where he expected Toro and Fennec to be waiting for him. Instead, all he found was Fennec’s lifeless body crumpled on the sand, a blaster shot to the chest. He sighed and then froze. If Toro left with the speeder, he thought, he would’ve run into Astra. Mando booked it, jumping on the Dewback and making it go as fast as he could get it to go, which wasn’t very fast, but still better than walking. At this rate, he wouldn’t make it till sunsdown, but he had no choice.

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Astra groaned, her eyes slowly peeling open to see that she was back at Peli’s hangar, the suns high in the sky. She looked up, seeing her hands cuffed to one of the hydraulic poles of Mando’s ship door.

“Oh, look. She’s waking up,” Astra heard, turning her head to see Toro holding the kid with a blaster pointed at Peli.

“Toro. What the hell are you doing?” Astra asked, trying to shake the pounding out of her head. When she creased her eyebrows, she felt something stiff and flaky on her face. Blood from when he knocked her out with- Astra’s eyes widened in realization just as Toro raised the saber in the air.

“Looking for this?” he asked, smirking. Astra only looked on in horror.

“I know there was something weird about you,” Toro smiled, handing the kid to Peli, “Hold … this. And don’t try anything or I’ll have to kill you.”

He walked up to Astra, keeping Peli in front of his blaster just in case. He waved the lightsaber in front of Astra’s face.

“Ya know,” he started, “I thought your kind were all wiped out. Both by the Empire and the Jedis’ own foolishness.”

“I’m not a Jedi,” Astra said simply, her eyes following the saber.

“No, I didn’t think you were. You’re worse than that. Sith, they called ’em, yeah?” Toro smiled as Astra gulped.

“I’m not that either,” Astra said again, narrowing her eyes in anger at Toro.

“Oh, really? Then explain this.” Toro turned on the lightsaber, red plasma shooting out to its full length, humming with energy.

“I don’t have to explain anything to the likes of you,” Astra said defiantly. She looked over to the Child and Peli, who looked worriedly at Astra, not giving a Bantha’s ass about the implications of her owning a red lightsaber.

Toro held the saber out, the tip just inches from Astra’s neck as she raised her chin to avoid it. “Then we’ll just see how your Mandalorian feels about it, won’t we?”

Astra clenched her teeth, her face twitching in a mix of fear and anger. If Mando found out, Astra thought, she’d be doomed.

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Mando finally arrived at the edge of the village as the suns disappeared over the horizon. He found Toro’s speeder parked outside of Peli’s hangar. He pulled out his blaster, carefully walking into the hangar, ready for anything.

As he stepped in, one of the droids zoomed past to hide with its friends in the control booth, startling him.

“Took you long enough, Mando,” Mando heard Toro’s voice.

He rounded a stack of crates to see Astra cuffed to his ship, a towel tied to her head as a gag. Mando thought the red hot anger coursing through him at the sight of the dried blood down the side of her face couldn’t be topped. Then Toro appeared, pushing Peli out with the gun as he held the Child in his arms.

Toro smiled, “Looks like I'm calling the shots now. Huh, partner?”

Mando didn’t answer, his calm stance betraying his pounding heart.

“Drop your blaster and raise ’em,” Toro ordered. Mando slowly followed his commands.

“Cuff him,” Toro said, pushing Peli with the gun. She grunted and walked over to Mando.

“You're a Guild traitor, Mando. And I'm willing to bet that this here is the target you helped escape and pretty little Astra is the runaway Imp they also wanted,” Toro smiled.

Mando cocked his head, looking at Astra. He never got any info when he’d gotten her tracking fob and he never asked because then he’d be expected to reveal things about himself in return.

“Oh? You didn’t know?” Toro asked, feigning surprise, “Astra here is full of surprises, aren’t you?”

Astra cursed him out, but it became unintelligible through the gag. She turned to Mando, eyebrows pulled together as she shook her head as if to say, don’t listen to him!

“And the best part is right here,” Toro said, lowering the gun to get the lightsaber out of Astra’s satchel that he’d stolen.

Mando took the chance to press the flash charge he had in his hand, stunning Toro who shot blindly in Mando’s direction. Mando snuck up from the side of the ship and Astra ducked as he shot at Toro, hitting him square in the chest. He spun and fell off to the other side of the ramp.

Mando and Peli ran over with Mando warning Peli to stay back just in case Toro was faking it. Peli pushed on anyway, finding the kid coming out from behind a crate.

“Is he okay?” Astra asked through her gag, unable to see. Peli picked him up as Mando turned to Astra.

“He’s shaken up, I’m sure, but he’s fine,” Peli called out to Astra before focusing on cheering the kid up. Mando walked to Astra when he was satisfied with the Child’s safety. He kneeled in front of her.

“Are you okay?” he asked, taking out the gag before moving to undo the cuffs.

“I’m fine. He- He found me walking back, knocked me out, and I woke up tied here,” Astra said, looking down. Astra’s arm dropped when Mando hit the release. He reached up to her temple. Astra winced when he rubbed his finger along it. He pulled his hand back, the will to kill Toro again rising through him.

“Shiny, really, I’m good,” Astra comforted, standing before Mando could reply. She walked down the ramp, towards Toro’s body.

Mando was watching her until Peli spoke up, walking up the ramp and handing him the Child.

“So … I take it you didn’t get paid?” she asked.

Mando pulled out a small satchel and dumped a bunch of thin gold bars into Peli’s outstretched hands.

“That cover me?”

“Yeah. Yes, this is gonna cover you,” Peli nodded gratefully.

Mando turned and walked up the ramp. Peli looked at Astra who gave her a wink and a short nod as if to say, your secret’s safe with me. Astra smiled gratefully and turned, following Mando into the ship, her satchel tucked safely to her side, all of its contents within.

Astra held onto the wall as they took off and then shot into hyperspace. Mando walked into the cargo hold from the cockpit, having set them on their path on autopilot.

“Let’s get that cleaned up,” he sighed, motioning her to follow him. They walked into his room. Astra hesitated at the door. She hadn’t been allowed in here. It was one of his rules. She entered, feeling oddly giddy about the fact that he’d invited her in, like another layer had been pulled back, further exposing the strange man to her.

Mando had her sit on the bed as he went to grab the medkit from the fresher. She wanted to tell him she could do it herself, but she didn’t want to risk him shutting himself off again.

Mando walked back into the room, setting the medkit down beside Astra. He opened the kit and took out bacta spray and a small towelette. Astra looked up at him as he grabbed the side of her face, angling it so he could see the cut at her hairline. He cleaned it with the towelette, silent as ever.

Astra didn’t know what to say. Mando didn’t know where to start. Astra knew they would need to talk. Toro told Mando she used to work for the Empire, there was no way Mando wouldn’t bring it up. She was just scared as to why he was being so caring and kind when he should be kicking her out of the airlock.

Mando grabbed the bacta spray, pushing Astra’s hair out of the way and spraying the cut. Astra’s face twitched in discomfort. She knew her head would be throbbing in the morning and there’d be a bruise for a while at the very least.

“There,” Mando said, putting the spray away and closing the medkit, “How’s that?”

Astra nodded, “Better … thank you.”

Mando nodded, “Good,” and then stepped in between her legs, reaching his hand out. He held her by the chin, pulling her face up to look him in the eye. He didn’t know how she always managed to find them, like she could see right through the helmet.

“I’m going to ask you a question … and you are going to tell me the truth. Understand?” Mando asked, his tone even, which only frightened Astra more.

She nodded. “Say it,” he ordered, tightening his grip.

“I understand,” Astra whispered shakily. She felt hot, but from fear or … something else, she didn’t know.

“How did you kill the bounty hunter on Sorgan?”

Astra screwed her eyes shut. She’d hoped he’d ask why Toro called her an ex-Imp. She could’ve dodged the truth a bit longer, but fate wouldn’t have it. She took a deep breath and opened her eyes.

“I used this.” She moved slowly, pulling her satchel to her lap and opening it, her eyes never leaving Mando’s. She pulled out the lightsaber, holding it out in the small space between them. He looked at it, then at her, then back at it, and at that moment he was grateful for the helmet. His mind raced through all of the millions of possibilities of what this meant: who she was and could possibly still be.

He took the lightsaber out of her hand, letting her chin go. He took a step back and Astra stood, hoping she could get him to understand.

Mando pulled out his blaster, aiming it at her, “Explain. Quick.”

Astra put her hands up in defense, her eyebrows knit together in disappointment.

“I,” she started, but couldn’t get the words out, “I … am not that person anymore.”

“What person?” Mando asked, cocking his head, “Why is there a bounty on you?”

“I’m like the kid … in a way,” she started, “I was taken by the Empire when I was a child because of it. They … raised me to be what they needed.”

“What did they need?” Mando asked slowly, fearing the answer.

Astra took a shaky breath, looking at the ground, “A murderer.” She looked back up, wishing she could see Mando’s face, understand what he’s feeling. All she had was the cold metal of his helmet, watching her dead on.

“They were a few of us, trained from the moment we were taken to be their hunters. They thought controlling us from a young age would make us more loyal, less … ourselves,” Astra explained, eyes hazy and far away.

“I’ve done horrible things, Mando,” she said, her eyes glued to the saber in his hands, “Things they made me do because if I didn’t, they—” She met his gaze and froze, the words freezing on her tongue.

Astra shook her head, willing the memories away, “But I left. First chance I got, I ran and ran and I haven’t stopped running for three years. The people who want the kid, who want me, they want to use us. They want to tear us apart until the only thing left inside is dark and twisted, just like them.”

Astra stood straighter, looking Mando dead on, “But I’m not the monster they made me anymore. I haven’t willfully used the force. I couldn’t if I tried. I killed the bounty hunter with that lightsaber because he was going to kill you and I couldn’t let that happen. But, if you want to get rid of me, I understand. I just ask that you don’t turn me in.”

Mando could only stare. He’d felt like the floor had glued his feet in place and the air had been sucked out of the room. In all honesty, he had no idea what he wanted to do. He was having trouble wrapping his mind around the fact that the girl who’d saved his life and protected the Child had once been an Imperial bounty hunter.

“Why did you keep it?” he forced out. This question mattered. Why, if she wanted to leave that life behind, would she keep the weapon she killed with?

“I don’t know,” she frowned, “I tell myself it’s because I need it for protection or because I want to remember what I was so I wouldn’t be that again, but I don’t think I’m that righteous.”

She shook her head, “I can’t get rid of it. No matter how much I try, something is telling me to hold onto it. I think it’s because, deep down, I liked feeling powerful, and I don’t know if that’s just a part of me or if the Empire stuck their fingers down my throat and put the idea there themselves. Wouldn’t be the first time. But, I know I need it. For what, I don’t know, but I feel it. I just hope it’s for a good reason.”

Astra looked at Mando in anticipation. She didn’t know why she wanted to stay with him so badly. She’d managed running for this long on her own, but after a few weeks with Mando and the kid, she couldn’t imagine bartending on an Outer Rim planet, looking over her shoulder, and fending off drunk patrons.

With Mando, she could see the galaxy in a way she never had. Before, people would cower in fear at her arrival. Now, she could explore and learn other cultures, and she’d have Mando and the kid and suddenly, she had no idea how she’d spent all those years alone.

But that was all over now that Mando knew what Astra was. That’s why he was putting his blaster down … and handing her the lightsaber. Astra furrowed her brows at him.

“I was taken in by the Mandalorians after my parents were killed during the Clone Wars,” Mando said, taking Astra’s hand and placing the lightsaber in it, “I know what it is to be a child of war.” They stared at each other for a long moment, his hands still holding one of hers.

“We’ll be landing on Orillia for supplies. Get some rest.” Mando pulled away, leaving the room. He sat in the pilot seat, watching space zoom by.

He heard a shuffle behind him and then Astra appeared, sitting in the passenger seat. She crossed her legs on the chair, getting comfy.

“What?” she asked, noticing Mando’s look, “I’m not tired. Spent enough of the day asleep against my will. Thought I’d keep you company since the kid’s asleep. Is that alright?”

Mando nodded, Astra smiled, and they sat in comfortable silence, no longer strangers.

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Instinct - Part 8

Summary: Omegas were rare. Some even thought them extinct. So when Boba contacts Din saying he has a gift Din can’t refuse, the last thing he expects to find is an omega in need of an alpha. Din has to make the hard decision, but what else was he really doing anyways? But naturally, there’s more to this omega than meets the eye.

Pairing: Din Djarin x OC

Warnings: Smut, it’s mostly just smut. Heavy on the ABO stuff too. Nothing really serious, mostly just a filler.

A/N: So...it’s been a while...take this as a celebration of the new season, but also an apology.

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Kai pulls the blanket tighter around herself. The metal of the ship is cold, creaking a bit as the wind whips around outside. She stares at the heat lamp, waiting patiently. There’s a blaster on her pillow, and a knife still tucked into her boot.

A whole day.

It had been a whole day since Din had walked down the ramp of the ship after telling her to stay put. She had argued, fought to go with him until he had smugly opened the hatch and revealed the blizzard outside. She had quickly abated and, after being situated with a heat lamp and plenty of blankets and rations, Din had left her in the locked ship.

She hated being alone.

As much as she still was upset at him, she hated him being gone. There was a deep longing to have him by her side. Her father had spoken of it. Even after years of being mated, there was still a yearning for her mother to return to his side when she left.

She wanted nothing more than to cuddle up to her alpha and get warm. He was less susceptible to the elements than she was. He was meant for hunting and fighting no matter the environment. She was meant for protecting her pack and her home, birthing and rearing, fighting only when necessary.

Or at least that’s how things would have been.

It could still be.

He had offered. He had offered to build them a life on Tatooine. To turn away from all of this, give this up to have a life with her. Forget Mandalore, forget hunting.

Kai curls up in her makeshift bed, staring at the heat lamp, listening to the wind whipping around the ship.

The ramp thudding as it hits the ground is what wakes her. The blast of frigid air is like a shock and she’s sitting up, blaster in hand. Din calmly reaches over, hitting the button to close the hatch.

“Gonna shoot me finally?”

She lowers the blaster, taking a breath. She hadn’t even realized she’d fallen asleep. She hadn’t been able to since he left. She’d gotten so used to being around him, having him there, sleeping alone was nearly impossible. Until she had passed out from exhaustion, apparently. “Did you find him?” She asks, rubbing her eyes.

“Just missed him. But I know where he’s headed.” Din climbs the ladder to the cockpit, the Crest shuddering to life.

Kai lays back down on her makeshift bed, pulling the blanket back up around her. She feels the familiar lurch in her stomach as they jump into hyperspace. It’s still a bit unsettling, but she figured she’d get used to it soon.

She hears the clunk of boots as Din comes back down into the hull. She listens to him moving around a bit before the blanket over her is suddenly gone. She shivers, reaching out for it, but instead a body presses up against her back. The blanket is tucked around her once again, Din’s body instantly warming her. She notices the lack of cold beskar against her. When had he taken them off? How had he done it so quietly?

She presses back against him, seeking out the warmth of his body. Despite being out in the blizzard, he was still warm. She presses back further, wishing she could crawl into his flight suit with him. At that moment she regrets leaving Tatooine. She would take the sweltering heat over this frigid cold lingering in the ship.

Din’s hand on her hip stops her movements. His fingers are gripping her tightly, digging into her skin as he holds her still. “Stop moving.”

It’s not a command, his voice lacks the depth that alphas carried when they gave commands. Instead, his voice is rough and strained. It’s only then she notices something pressing into her, something that’s definitely not a blaster.

“We don’t have time for that.” He breathes, nipping at her neck.

Heat begins pooling between her legs, the musky scent of him flooding her nose. The scent is deep and rich under the scent of beskar and blaster residue that always followed him. His muffled growl vibrates through her as her own scent permeates the air. She wants him, her body yearning to lose herself in him.

The moment ends as the ship begins to beep, warning of the approaching exit from hyperspace. Din’s breath fans across her shoulder as he sighs. He lingers for a second before he releases her, leaving the next. Kai feels the cold chill again as his warmth leaves her, and she rolls over into his spot. He’s left his beskar behind, taking only his helmet.

She wonders if it’s just second nature for him, even though this is his ship. This was where he was comfortable. This was his life before her, hunting, living on the ship. This was his whole world, until his little green friend had invaded it, and then her. It makes her uncomfortable for a moment, thinking of herself invading such an intimate space.

He was her mate though. She was supposed to invade every part of his being, every bit of space he had before, and he’s supposed to want her to.

The idea feels strange to her, but she could just be feeding off his own feelings.

She stays bundled in the nest until the ship rattles with the landing, rumbling quietly as the engines shut down. Not long after, Din descends the ladder, dropping back into the hull. Kai sits up, watching him as he begins putting his armor back on.

“You’re sure this is where he’s heading?” She asks, watching him.

“That’s what I got from his contact.”

“What if they alert him somehow, warn him that you’re coming?”

“That’s a risk we have to take.” He says, moving to his weapons locker to stock up.

She watches him, sitting up in the nest, wrapping a blanket around herself. He moves so seamlessly, a practiced routine. She wonders how many times he’d done this very thing bounty hunting. This is like a bounty hunt, in a way. Only there were no credits waiting on the other end.

This was purely revenge.

She sits up on her knees as he moves to open the hatch, watching him. She knows he’s focused now, those instincts driving him as he readies for the hunt. She remembered hearing stories about the games mated pairs would play. How alphas would send their omegas out to hide so they could chase them and find them. It had once been very popular, back when omegas had been respected. Back when it was safe.

“Hey.” She says, biting her lip as he turns his head slightly. “Be safe.”

Their scents are still thick in the air, his shoulders tensed just slightly. He turns to face her fully, looking every bit the dangerous alpha he had when she’d first met him. She finds herself moving before she even realizes it, letting the blanket drop as she stands. She moves to stand in front of him, looking up into his helmet. She wants to take it off, wants to look at his face again, but she won’t. Not now.

He moves first, bending down as he presses his helmet against her forehead. She lets her eyes close, focusing on the cool press of beskar against her skin. She lets herself get lost in him for a moment, forgetting the anxiety of what he was about to do. She knows the risks involved in this. It was much bigger than just a bounty hunt. There was so much more than just catching this one man.

“Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum.” She whispers. He grips her arms, his hold firm. He exhales shakily, the sound crackling through his modulator.

He doesn't reply, but he doesn’t have to.

She watches him walk down the ramp, waiting until he’s out of sight before she closes it, locking it from inside.

****

It’s almost a full day again before he returns. Her nerves have been almost double what they were before this time around. She’s not sure how she’s going to make it if every stop is going to be like this.

Din’s footsteps are heavy as he makes his way up the ramp. For a moment she’s worried he’s been injured, but there’s no scent of blood on him. He smells of blaster residue and beskar as he always did.

Then it hits her like a bantha.

The heavy musk of his underlying scent washes over her so intensely it almost knocks her backwards. Her body instantly responds, a quiet whine leaving her lips as warmth begins to pool in her stomach. Din pauses for a moment, just long enough to close the ramp before he’s stalking towards her.

“Do you have any idea how hard that was? Your scent was all over me.” He growls, dropping pieces of armor with every step. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you, sitting here all alone and needy, waiting just for me.”

Kai drops onto her back, legs falling open as she stares at him. “Alpha...”

Din’s steps falter for a moment, a deep growl leaving his lips. “I almost killed that man with a single hit, I was so worked up.” He removes his helmet, looking at her with dark eyes. “All I could think about was getting here, back to you, omega.”

The sound of her title on his lips has her clenching around nothing. She tugs at her pants as he removes his flight suit, tossing them to the side as he falls to his knees in front of her. His hands are warm as they grip her thighs, yanking her closer to him.

“I’ve thought of nothing but this sweet cunt since we landed.” He growls, slipping a hand between her legs.

She whines, arching her back as she presses her pussy against his hand. “Please, alpha!” She begs, grinding against his hand. “Please.”

He watches her, sinking two fingers into her easily. “Good omega.”

She practically sobs, rocking her hips to try and take his fingers deeper into her. “Please! Need you!”

It was terrifying, how much control he had over her. How easily he could elicit a response from her. At one time, the thought would have petrified her, but now she trusts him. She wouldn’t have anyone else playing her body like an instrument.

She whines as Din slips his fingers from her, stroking along his cock with his slick fingers. Her body welcomes him as he presses into her, her arms wrapping around him as he settles over her. She trembles a bit as he seats himself fully inside her, stilling just for a moment to enjoy the feel of her wrapped around him. She fits him perfectly, almost like his armor. Like she was specially made just for him.

He had never really believed in fate. Not when the Mandalorians came to his rescue, saving him from what would have been certain death. Not when he happened to be the one to find Grogu instead of someone else that would have had no problem wasting him. Not even all the times things just happened to work out to his favor over the years. But looking down at this omega, while fully connected through body and soul, he begins to think maybe fate does have something to do with it.

He begins to rock his hips slowly, staring down into his omega’s eyes. The intensity of her gaze scares him a bit, even so lost to instinct as they are in this moment. Even when he wore his helmet, he felt as if she was staring straight through at him. Her nails are digging into his back, nearly breaking skin, but he doesn’t care. He’s lost in this moment, lost in his omega.

He picks up the pace, the sound of skin slapping skin and their grunts and moans echoing around the ship. The wet squelch of her pussy is like music to his ears, driving him onward. She’s close, he can tell by the way she tightens around him. She’s moaning, his name and title falling from her lips like a prayer. His own back arches as he drags his hips against hers, drawing her orgasm from her.

Her back arches as she comes undone, his arms wrapping around her as his hips stutter, his pace breaking as he reaches his own peak. He stills as he spills inside her, letting his head drop to her neck. He mouths at her mark, her walls gripping him tighter as he nips at the delicate skin. She whines quietly, hands gripping his shoulders.

“Alpha.”

The name is like a prayer, a mantra of worship as she clings to him. He could stay like this forever, lost inside her in nothing but pleasure. He wants to, he wants to stay here, laying like this until his knees ache and his arms go numb. Maybe they should give this up while they still can. Maybe they should return to Tatooine. She was happiest there, with her adopted nurturers. He could be happy there, running jobs for Boba and keeping his pack safe.

Pack. He could have his own pack.

A real pack, with his omega and pups. Grogu had been his pup in some sense. All Mandalorians felt an attachment to foundlings in their care. It was different from the attachment to pups, but it could grow to be similar in nature as foundlings begin to develop their own instincts. He would always love Grogu as a pup, and the pain of him having to leave would never fully heal.

He had never thought of having his own pups until now. It felt right, the idea of settling down, giving his omega a safe place to grow and nurture his pack. The thought scares him. His entire life had been fighting and hunting, always on the move, always surviving.

He’d give it up in a heartbeat if she asked him.

She won’t though. He knows this. She’ll follow him without hesitation. It was what omegas did. She had asked him to do this, to find those who had hurt her. He had agreed without question, despite how dangerous he knew this was, how challenging. The risk of getting pulled deep into something entirely unknown was high. He knows she’s not telling him everything, but he won’t push. He’s not sure he can.

She’s mewling quietly, licking at his neck as he comes back to himself. The feeling pulls a soft rumble from his chest. He scents her before he pulls back, sitting up on his elbows to look down at her. She looks beautiful like this, eyes hooded in bliss.

He’d do anything she asked of him.

The thought terrifies him.

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darth-caillic · 2 years ago

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Valentines Day OC Challenge Week ❂ Day Three: Another Version of Us

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In a universe where Macaria Lanani stayed on Marazi after her mother’s passing.

Despite there being smarter options, Mando and The Child end up on the frozen settlement. Right by Macaria’s greenhouse. The former Sith has apprehensions, but she grows close with the Mandalorian and his tiny lad.

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dindjarinandlysakane · 1 year ago

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Lysa 🥧🖤

Tina Spratt - Serene

#din/lysa #oc #oc face claim #din x oc #mando x oc #the mandalorian and the baker

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utreeyah · 5 months ago

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Daydreams Chapter 2 is up

I'm still not overly happy with the chapter but honestly if I haven't managed to get it up to my standards after this long then I just have to accept it as is and hope you all enjoy it anyway!

#memoriesfanfic #utreeyah #mirasatra #ao3 #din x oc #mandalorian fanfic

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dindjarinandlysakane · 2 years ago

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The Sweetest Taste | Chapter 36 -Home

When Din Djarin meets a beautiful cake seller from Nevarro, do you think he’s just going to stand back and let her suffer at the hands of her abusive boyfriend? After a lifetime of heartache and pain, Lysa Kane realises she’s not on her own any more and finds an unlikely friend in the Mandalorian. And Din Djarin does not like men who treat women like that, not one tiny bit. Friendship/comfort and maybe something more…

Masterlist

Chapter 36 - Home

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***(This chapter contains NSFW content. 18+)***

It was late by the time Din Djarin set his N-1 Naboo Starfighter down, just twenty feet or so from his small dark cabin, set amongst the lava flats of the Nevarro desert.

Din felt the humidity and heat of the night hit him the moment he jumped down from the ship, a sleeping Grogu nestled sweetly in his arms, where he had been, for practically the entire duration of their journey home.

Chasing down the rogue TIE-fighter had taken a little over a day, with Din’s pulse wave rifle coming in very handy in taking down the ship and its smuggler pilot, leaving them in the capable hands of Bo Katan and the other residents of Mandalore to deal with.

Bo Katan had of course offered him a place to stay for the evening. But she had smiled knowingly as Din had told her he wanted to return to Nevarro promptly, under the obviously-false pretence of ensuring that all was well on the planet he now called home. When the truth of the matter was, all he wanted to do was get home and see Lysa. As if his very life depended on it.

He had been aching for her since he’d left Nevarro just two nights ago. And returning here now, there was only one person on his mind.

Strolling up the steps towards the small house, Din approached the door as it slid open before him.

The cabin was dark, with Din knowing that with the lateness of the hour, Lysa was likely in bed, perhaps asleep.

As he entered into his small home, he made straight for Grogu’s bedroom, noting a fresh and appetising loaf of bread sat upon the dining table, as he passed it.

The door to Grogu’s small sleeper slid open, to reveal his son’s cosy bed, illuminated by the satellite viewport situated above it.

Din placed the still-sleeping Grogu neatly down onto the bed, not bothering with any covers considering the heat, and pressed a button just below the viewport accusing the shutters to slide closed. The room instantly fell into complete darkness. Din hovered for a moment, considering this, before turning and leaving the room.

Back out in the living space, all felt quiet, not a sound being made in the dark-room save for Din’s heart thumping in his chest as he made up his mind on where to go next.

If this had been just a week ago, Din would not have hesitated to remain out here, settling himself on the stiff couch for the night, or perhaps even declining sleep altogether. All to ensure Lysa was not disturbed by him.

But now he wanted to disturb her…and he knew that she would want that too. His mind flitting back to the last words she had said to him before he’d left…

“I need you.”

That was all it had taken for Din to know that she felt as strongly for him as he did for her.

Those three words with so much meaning behind them, the look in her eyes and the way her hand had touched him, filling in the gaps so easily.

And so now, he would no longer linger out here alone, offering her space. Instead he wanted the opposite. To close the gap between them until there was nothing left at all.

And so taking a deep breath, Din placed his hand to the switch, causing the door to his sleeper to side open with a hiss.

Seeing movement, Din blinked as his eyes settled upon the gorgeous figure of Lysa, propping herself up onto her elbows suddenly, her lips parting in a look of surprise at his sudden presence.

Dank Farrik.

She looked utterly mouth-watering. Her long honey-coloured hair, loose and tousled around her shoulders, and her eyes lidded and sultry-looking as she stared back at him.

He noticed at once that she was wearing very little except for a pale white loose blouse, tied low over her breasts, and which seemed to skim down to the very tops of her legs, which were now pressed together, knees hitched up, feet shifting against the sheets below her.

A thin sheen of perspiration seemed to cling to her tanned collarbone now, reflecting against the starlight from the viewport to her left.

To Din she looked like every lustful dream he had ever had all wrapped up in one.

And all that Din Djarin knew at this very moment, was that he wanted her.

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Lysa pushed herself off of her elbows, coming to sit upright. Staring now at the very familiar figure, standing there in full beskar armour in the doorway to the sleeper.

She had been dozing when she had heard the engines of Din’s ship land outside, and had lay there awake and hopeful. Wondering if the tall Mandalorian would come to see her now…in the quiet of the night.

To anyone else, the sight of a Mandalorian at the end of their bed would have sent fear into the hearts of even the bravest of fellows. But for Lysa there was no worry to be had. No apprehension about what he wanted with her in this late an hour.

Lysa could feel her heart hammering inside her chest, breathing hard, her eyes on him and nothing else.

“I’m glad you're home,” she uttered in a soft voice, feeling her cheeks tinged in the slightest shade of pink as he gazed at her, wolf-like and stoic.

She, all of a sudden, felt quite vulnerable, lying before him in nothing but her single loose undergarment and nothing else.

It had been such a hot night, Lysa was unable to bear anything more, not realising that Din would be back so soon.

“I should take the chair…” murmured Din in a low, husky voice through his modulator, gesturing with his head back towards the living space behind him.

But Lysa gave a small smirk now, lifting her chin slightly.

“This is your bed, Din Djarin, you should take it,” she replied. There was no way after a journey as long as his, she was going to let him sleep out there. She was already a guest in his home, she could easily take the couch if that was what he wanted.

But did he want that?

Lysa felt a pull of nerves in the pit of her stomach.

Had she read the signals wrong?

But Din spoke before she could worry further.

“In that case, would you consider sharing the bed with me again?” he asked in a low, firm voice.

Lysa felt a smile of relief try and tug at her lips, but she played it down, her breath catching in her throat.

She gave a gentle nod.

Din was unmoving for a long moment, his eyes still on her, before she suddenly saw him press his hand to the switch, closing the door behind them.

Shutting out the world.

Leaving the two of them utterly alone now.

Lysa felt her breathing shallow, watching now as Din slowly began to remove each piece of beskar plating one by one.

He had slept in his armour the last night they had spent together in this sleeper. So this was a step that Lysa had hoped for, but never had expected.

It was a slow process and Lysa was still not quite sure what to do. Unsure if he would prefer her to look away.

But as though entranced, she merely sat there, in silence, hearing the hiss of each plate as they were removed, and placed at Din’s feet one by one.

The starlight from the shuttered viewport beside her, seemed to shroud him in a blue shadowed light.

Piece by piece the beskar disappeared, followed swiftly by his boots. Leaving Din looking far less stiff, as he stood there finally in just a dark tunic and black pants.

Lysa’s eyes travelled up and down his lean and tall form, unable to stop her curiosity.

It was the first time Lysa had ever seen him without his armour. And despite her only being dressed in a thin blouse and nothing else, Din might as well have been stood before her naked. The gesture far more intimate than anyone would have realised.

But Lysa did.

She could almost feel Din’s nerves now. Obvious that this was not something the Mandalorian did often, as he stood at the end of the bed, turning to face her once more.

A silence filled the room, as both adults merely gazed at one another, Lysa’s heart hammering inside her ribs.

She wasn't sure what to say, caught completely off guard by the entire situation. She hadn't expected him home tonight, and so the idea of sharing a bed with him after what felt like several long torturous days without him, sent her head spinning.

Lysa’s chest rose and fell, as her green eyes lingered on the last piece of beskar upon his person.

“If you want to take off your helmet I can turn away,” she murmured. Her voice was honest now. She knew that if that was something Din wanted, then she would make sure she would comply.

After his long journey she wanted him to be comfortable. He had been kind enough to let her share his bed, so whatever she could do to not put him out any further, she would do it.

“It doesn’t work like that,” came Din’s sudden reply.

Instantly Lysa felt crestfallen, but her eyes lingered on him for a long moment.

“If you were here alone, you’d take it off to sleep?” she asked gently. Watching as the Mandalorian gave a nod.

“Yes.”

“Then I should sleep out there, on the couch,” Lysa said quickly, with a shake of her head, her tone serious. “You’ve travelled so far, you need rest.”

It was not what she wanted at all. But he was her priority, and she would do what she could to help him.

But Din spoke suddenly, his voice low through his modulator.

“If we close the shutters. Shut out the light then…I could remove it….with you here.”

At his words, Lysa felt her entire body become warm, her breathing becoming suddenly laboured.

She gave a hurried nod, swallowing hard, as she glanced at the button situated just below the viewport.

A nervous energy seemed to pass through her entire body, as with one final glance back to Din, her fingers grazed over the button…

…suddenly plummeting them both into pitch darkness.

Lysa could see nothing now, not even her hand in front of her face as she retracted it from the window.

Anxiously waiting for Din to join her on the bed, she slid across the mattress slightly to make room. And it was a few moments before she felt him sink down onto the edge of the sleeper…

…and the sudden hiss of a seal being broken. A telltale giveaway that he had removed his helmet, with Lysa hearing the clunk of beskar against the wooden floor boards as he placed it down at his feet.

Lysa felt her heart rate quick even further, hearing him give an audible swallow, as his fingers fumbled at the buttons on his tunic.

It was a strange sensation, being denied any sort of visibility. With Lysa feeling like all her other senses were suddenly heightened. As the sound of Din peeling off his tunic followed, hearing it get dropped to the floor with a resounding whump.

A moment later, she felt the sheets move slightly beneath them, feeling Din shift up the bed, coming to sit facing her…

…with Lysa suddenly aware of the heat of his skin close to hers.

Oh kriff.

She could hear Din’s ragged breaths. The sound faint, but enough to drive Lysa utterly wild. With him sounding as utterly tormented as she felt.

She could feel him now, so so very close, feeling a torturous desperation flood her every pore.

She knew she wanted him badly. Every moment they had shared since meeting had been leading up to this moment.

With her heart racing, Lysa gently tilted her face close to his in the darkness, feeling him do the same. His warm breath suddenly dancing over her soft lips.

She had to stop herself from moaning out, her eyelids fluttering closed as she bathed in the intoxicating feeling of his mouth so very close to hers.

And suddenly, unable to help herself any longer, Lysa reached out a hand, suddenly feeling warm skin beneath her fingers, as she slid her palm over a broad shoulder a mere two inches from her. Far closer than she expected.

At the contact, she heard Din’s breath quicken, her own following suit soon after, as she ran her hand over his shoulder, feeling his muscles tensed beneath her fingers.

Lysa feeling completely drunk on him.

His nose brushing hers…

…followed by his lips.

Just the lightest graze.

A gesture so gentle and delicate.

Kriff…

Feeling his bare hand reach for the small of her waist, as their lips brushed for a second time.

But at the feeling of his mouth ghosting over hers once more, Lysa couldn't stop herself any longer…

Her hand sliding up to the back of his neck…pulling him into her...kissing him desperately.

And it took less than a second for Din to react to her, giving a gentle groan into her mouth as he parted his lips, his warm tongue finding hers.

His lips were softer than Lysa had expected, having thought on them far more over the past few nights than she would ever tell.

They kissed each other with such need, it was as though they had waited years to get to this point.

Starved lips lapping at one another, as Lysa let out a pleasurable moan as they separated for a brief moment. Din noisily huffing into her mouth at the sound.

He sounded frustrated, with Lysa sensing that his brow was deeply furrowed, with a need and intention laced over his expression.

Taking a moment to catch her breath, Lysa moved her hand up to the back of his head, her fingers feeling that his hair was tangled and unkempt, but very soft, as she threaded her fingers through the short curls at the very nape of his neck.

After enjoying exploring him for a long few seconds, Lysa reached up with her other hand, instinctively grasping for his jaw as, unable to stop themselves, their lips met again.

Lysa felt a smattering of facial hair running over his chin and up his angular jaw, feeling such an intense emotion coursing through her. Such longing she had never felt for another as long as she lived.

Despite not even seeing his face, Lysa knew that Din was everything that she could have ever wanted. Although deep down she knew he could have been a Bothan and she still would be feeling this way. Din’s actions leading up to this moment telling her all she needed to know about the brave and kind and funny Mandalorian, that brightened her days and warmed her nights.

Suddenly now Lysa felt Din’s hand travel from her waist and up the length of her spine, rumpling her thin undershirt as he went. With her knowing that he could likely feel that she was wearing nothing underneath. As his hand slid down her back once again, tugging her waist towards him powerfully.

Lysa could have moaned out at this possessive gesture.

It was indeed an odd thing, to have spent so long unable to look upon Din’s face, to now be so close to him. To feel his skin pressed to hers, and his face a mere breath away.

Lysa pulled back from him, pressing a sudden kiss to his cheek, before kissing at his jawline, two then three times.

She wanted him to feel her lips against the skin he constantly kept hidden away from others. Wishing him to know how truly wanted he was.

As she kissed him, she felt Din give a groan, letting his head fall back in utter enjoyment of the sensation.

But he only allowed himself this pleasurable feeling for a small moment…

…his face quickly moving back to hers. His lips catching her own again. His kiss suddenly forceful and wanting.

And at this, Lysa could not help herself, tugging Din down on top of her, as she settled herself back against the pillows behind her.

He moved over her now, with Lysa feeling one of his hands press down against the mattress beside her shoulder, keeping the majority of his weight off her. But his other hand, Lysa felt slide up the outside of her bare thigh, grazing up her skin, hitching up her knee and settling his hips over hers. His erection evident, with his hard length pressing against his pants with intent.

The sensation of him drew a gasp of air from Lysa’s lips. The contact, causing a creamy wetness to pool between her legs. A further step in her arousal flooding her veins.

Their kisses now were meaningful. With both adults knowing now what they wanted. With wet lips parting and meeting again and again. Their wet, delicious noises filled the small sleeper. Growing more and more heated with every second that passed.

And Lysa could only gasp out silently, as Din tugged his lips from hers, pressing kiss after kiss to her neck, and then to her collarbone, before stopping suddenly at the top of her breasts.

Lysa lifted her head a little, feeling him hover before her for a moment, before his hand moved over, grazing the ties at the very top of her blouse.

She knew now that he was almost looking for permission to undress her, with Lysa feeling an intense adoration for the man before her, right at this very moment.

She caught his lips in another kiss, as her fingers fumbled for the ties, helping him to undo them, feeling the covering fall open, revealing her flushed breasts beneath.

It had been a long time since Lysa had experienced such euphoria with another. Basking now in each moment of sexual pleasure Din gave her, no matter how seemingly insignificant.

She felt his thumb ghost over her erect nipple, before his lips met with that exact spot, his hot tongue swirling over it expertly, before his mouth began to inch south once more…

Lysa let her head fall back against the mattress behind her, gasping out at the sensation of Din’s mouth moving down her body. Lips and tongue lazily kissing at her, soothing her burning skin.

It seemed now as though Din was taking his time, enjoying himself, as he kissed lower…

…and lower…

And Lysa could only let out a frown, her mouth dropping open.

“Din-” she murmured breathlessly.

But she was cut off, by the sensation of his tongue suddenly meeting with her core.

She let out a hard moan, feeling all the breath leave her body.

It had been a very, very long time since she had felt such pleasure and it was hard not to collapse over the edge, as his warm tongue began to dance over her.

Did he do this often? Surely she hadn’t been the first person he had removed his helmet for. But Lysa pushed thoughts like these from her mind as she felt him press his flat tongue to her soaked slit and lick oh-so slowly, causing her to moan again, clutching at the sheets beside her with desperate hands.

But Din’s own hands were set on a different course now, wrapping themselves around both Lysa’s thighs, giving her a sudden sharp tug into him, as his tongue deepened its exploration of her soaking wet entrance.

“Oh…kriff, ” she breathed, feeling Din press a chuckle into her core at her words.

Lysa tried to remember now if she had ever cursed that badly in front of Din before, but her thoughts were clouded by the waves of pure pleasure rippling through her entire body.

Din carried on, flicking his tongue over her, kissing open mouthed…

…until finally Lysa collapsed over the edge, arching her back, feeling an earth-shattering orgasm pulse through her.

“...kriff…Din…oh…ohhhh…”

She cried out, her thighs clenching around his head. Feeling Din’s hands on her hips, holding her steady. Ensuring she was fully spent before his lips left her.

Lysa held onto the moment tightly, riding the pleasurable wave for several long seconds until it was over. Her chest rising and falling raggedly, the white blinding light of her orgasm slowly fading back to the darkness that surrounded them.

Kriff.

It took Lysa a long moment to compose herself, feeling Din begin to kiss his way back up her body slowly, and with purpose.

And despite Lysa having been fully satisfied by Din’s tongue, that did not mean she was ready for any of this to be over… still aching for him. His ability to pleasure her, only serving to show her how much she would be missing if she was to stop now.

She could feel his erection pulsing against her soft thigh as he slid up her body. And as he reached her, she kissed him again, tasting herself, sweet, like honey, on his tongue.

His hard body moved over hers, and as her hands met with his broad shoulders, Lysa could feel him trembling beneath her grasp.

She pulled away for the briefest of seconds at this, wishing she could see him now in the darkness. Her green eyes still trying to search for his.

She wondered what colour they were, trying to picture him in his entirety, but knew it would be wrong to ask such a question in a moment like this.

Instead she lifted a hand running her thumb over his bottom lip, before kissing him again.

Din’s gave a hungry groan into her mouth, as he pressed himself into her, his kisses becoming intense, his tongue massaging hers keenly.

Meanwhile Lysa slid her hand down between them quickly. And, reaching Din’s pants, she hurriedly began undoing his buttons, as Din shifted a little. Helping to remove the tough material from his legs, until they were hastily shoved to the floor.

Lysa tore her lips from his, breathing hard, as Din hovered for a moment before repositioning himself over her. Her thighs sliding up around him, his stiff length pulsating against her soft thigh, so close to where she needed him now.

But pressing his hand flat to the mattress beside her head, Din held off a little.

Lysa licked at her lips, moving her hand into the space between them, brushing her fingers over his length.

But all of a sudden Din grabbed her wrist gently, stopping her in her tracks.

“Stop.”

Lysa gave a swallow, at the sound of his voice, so clear to her now without the modulator.

But he sounded concerned.

“Are you sure you want this?” he continued. Lysa could almost hear that he was frowning now.

But Lysa merely kissed him again, her lips pressing against his gently, in a reassuring gesture, before pulling away after a long few seconds.

She lifted her hand to his jaw, her fingers sliding over his stubble-lined cheek.

“I do…” she replied in a soft tone, before feeling suddenly nervous. “...d-do you?”

She worried now that Din had changed his mind, her cheeks immediately flushing pink.

But to her relief, Din spoke again a second later, his voice firm.

“Yes. I want this. More than anything,” he said, his voice filled with an honesty he so so often carried with him.

She heard him swallow hard.

“...but it’s been a long time since I’ve-”

Din suddenly stopped mid-sentence.

Lysa felt a wave of realisation suddenly wash over her. Understanding now what Din was trying to tell her

“I just…I might not last that-”

“It’s ok,” said Lysa quickly, cutting across him.

He didn't have to tell her. To her it was not an issue. All she wanted was for Din to enjoy a pleasure so pure, akin to the one he had just given to her.

“It’s ok, really,” she reiterated, before kissing him again. Both of them instantly deepening that kiss, tongues lapping at one another. Lips meeting and parting in a heated dance as Lysa felt Din grind his hips into hers suddenly.

She gave a moan, feeling his length slide over her aching clit teasingly, gliding through her soaking wet lips.

Immediately Din let out a grunt at the sensation.

Kriff, that felt good.

He pulled back, rutting against her again.

There was no penetration now, but from the sounds being emitted from Din’s lips, Lysa knew he was enjoying the teasing feeling of his erection gliding through the creamy slick of her orgasm so easily.

Though Lysa wasn't faring much better, for the sensation of Din’s hard cock slipping over her clit over and over, was causing that knot to tighten within her lower belly once more.

“Dank farrik, that feels…” Din huffed, but he trailed off, grunting once more, between ragged breaths.

Their pace building.

“Din…”

“Dank farrik…”

Neither of them making any sense with the jumble of illicit sounds being emitted from their mouths.

Din huffed out a hard breath, with Lysa knowing that if they carried on with this teasing, she would no longer be able to hold on.

“Stop, stop…” she breathed out, pressing a hand to Din’s broad chest.

Lysa could feel his heart thudding in his chest. Feel his breathing ragged.

She knew that, like her, Din was barely holding it together.

And that was not how she wanted this to end…

And so, wetting her lips audibly with her tongue, she moved her mouth to his ear, feeling him shudder at the contact of her lips against his earlobe.

And a moment later, Lysa uttered five words, that, although she didn’t realise it, would cause something to snap within Din Djarin. A burning need for her, that he had never felt for anyone as long as he had lived, igniting.

“I need you inside me,” was all that Lysa Kane managed to breathe, before Din’s lips were on hers, his free hand grasping at her upper thigh, his fingers pressing into her flesh lightly as he urged her thighs apart for him.

A moment later she felt that same hand slip down between them. And feeling him take his length within his grasp, she hitched in a breath, as she felt him press the tip of his swollen cock to her soaked entrance.

Lysa immediately gripped at his taught bicep with one hand as her other hand slid up to his neck. As Din’s length, already sodden with her juices, slid into her, filling her up entirely.

Lysa sucked in out a shaky gasp at the sensation, as Din gave a hard groan, huffing a breath into the space between her neck and shoulder, his bicep flexing and trembling beneath her grasp.

They both lay there for a moment, both adjusting to the position and the feel of each other, as Din pressed his lips to Lysa’s neck sucking on her skin. Before pulling back and finding her mouth…warm and welcoming…

…as he drew his hips back and then buried himself deeply in her once more…

Lysa’s mouth dropped open, giving a moan into Din’s mouth at the feeling of him sinking into her, her fingers tugging at his hair…

…which only seemed to spur him on further, feeling him slowly begin to set a pace, pounding his length rhythmically into her soaking entrance again and again and again.

Kriff.

Lysa felt like she was quickly losing control, hitching her leg up over his hip, her fingernails raking over his back greedily, as she kissed at him, moaning as she went.

Din let out a low growl, which seemed to rumble through his broad chest.

Everything around them disappearing. Leaving only Din and Lysa. Almost fused into one.

They pulled back from one another, as though in sync, foreheads pressed together, sweat beading over their bodies, as they moved against one another.

Lysa could hear his grunts and groans, coming quicker and quicker.

With her feeling her own bliss rippling, like a tide edging into the bay.

She moved her hand to Din’s jaw, her thumb running over his bottom lip as she drew his mouth to hers. But they did not kiss.

Merely huffing moans and grunts into each other's mouths, Din’s lips, slick and swollen.

His hips snapped into her several times more, before his thrusts started to become far more harsh.

Lysa felt the spring in her abdomen begin to coil tightly, as her eyes fluttered closed, her fingers slipping down Din’s shoulder, pressing into his flesh letting him know that she was close, without words needing to be spoken.

She let out a moan dropping her head back against the pillows, her spine arching slightly, as above her Din dropped his lips to her throat.

Kriff, she was close…

Kriiiifff…

Din’s pressed a long open-mouthed kiss to a spot just below her jaw, as she felt his thrusts become suddenly sloppy, and uneven, delivering one final snap of his hips which splintered through Lysa like a bolt of lightning.

She cried out hard, fingernails scraping over flesh, her thighs trembling, the walls of her soaked slit convulsing, sending a ripples coursing through her entire body over and over again.

And feeling her clench around his soaked cock, Din gave a sudden drawn-out groan of his own, his arm pressed taught against the mattress becoming suddenly rigid. His head dropping to her shoulder.

“Dank farrik, I-“

But Din found himself rendered mute, crashing into his own pulsating orgasm. Lysa feeling him spill himself inside her, triggered by her own earth-shattering climax.

And like that they stayed, both breathing hard, with Lysa’s thighs and Din’s arms shaking. Both lying there, utterly spent, for a long minute.

Lysa wanted to sink into this moment and never leave. Riding the high of her blissful comedown, feeling Din start to shift against her, his lips finding her neck, pressing a gentle kiss to her burning skin.

She let out a gentle exhale, feeling Din’s heart rate begin to finally steady, his chest still flush to hers. Running her hand slowly up, tangling her fingers in his damp hair, she drew his face to her own.

Despite it being dark, Lysa knew now that he was staring at her. A longing still between them, despite what they had just done.

“I’m glad you came home,” Lysa whispered, her nose grazing against his gently. Ending this just how they had started it.

A second later, she heard Din let out a hard yet satisfied-sounding huff.

“I am too,” he replied, his lips ghosting over hers, before taking her in another kiss.

His lips moved against hers gently, as she reacted in turn, smiling into his mouth.

They broke apart after a long and enjoyable few seconds, as she felt Din separate himself from her, and collapse down onto the mattress at her side, shifting onto his back.

He gave a groan, before reaching out an arm, in the darkness, sliding it around Lysa’s shoulders. And with another contented smile, feeling utterly exhausted, Lysa settled herself against him. Coming to rest her head on Din’s bare shoulder, pressing her free hand to his chest, as Din’s tugged her close.

There was so much she wanted to say but for some reason no words seemed to come…

…as Lysa felt sleep begin to wash over her…

…slipping into a comfortable dreamworld as Din did the same. Both of them wrapped up in one another, basking in the afterglow of their union.

Both happy.

Both content.

Both happy to be back with one another once more.

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Ok so what did you think? I really hope someone out there likes it.

I'm all about the angst and fluff, so writing smut makes me worry I'm totally off my game. So hope that was ok!

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pedropascalforpresident · 2 years ago

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The Collective: Chapter 7 - Showdown at the Cantina is out now! 🫶

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dindjarinandlysakane · 2 years ago

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Thierry Mugler | Starburst Corset | Spring Summer 1994

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spacecatbowtie · 1 year ago

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I know why - path 1: Dom Din

Interactive story (Path 1 of 3)

Base story | Path 1: Dom Din | Path 2: Dark Din | Path 3: Sweet Din

After the base story, this is one of the endings. Dominant Din.

Warnings: Explicit MDNI 18+

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Chapter word count: 4k

AO3

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I jerk my hand out of his grasp. "Don't pretend to have empathy all of a sudden.. bounty hunter."

Calling him by the name of his profession, seems to kick him into his feral mode again. Because as soon as the attempt of degrading insult left my lips, it is followed by a pathetic squeal, as his hand shoots up to grab my neck and draw me closer. "Damned girl" He grunts "I don't want you hurt, that is why I didn't allow you to go with me on hunts." With big eyes I look at him, no sensible thought is able to form in my head. "Another reason I do not let you come, is because you distract me." A nervous laugh that sounds more like a wheeze, due to the tight grasp on my neck is the first thing out of my mouth. He does not budge when I push against his chest. "Are.. am.. How.. In what way do I distract you?" The struggle with those words is not just because of the obstruction around my neck. The grip of his hands on my body tighten slightly for a second, as if he is trying to feel those parts in detail. "In what ways don't you…" His voice is horse and soft. "What are you implying?" He can not mean what I think he means. No response. The arm that is not currently holding my neck hostage clumsily moves to my hip. His thumb starts to rub his in little circles there. He is teasing me. I know it. He is probably laughing at me underneath his stupid helmet. He has known all this time.

"Stop torturing me, stop using my feelings for you against me!" This does get a reaction out of him. Immediately after I spoke the words he draws back a little and he seems to look in to my eyes. "You have feelings for me?" "Yea duh!" I almost burst out in laughter, and can just about stop myself from mocking him with an bad imitated voice. "Don't pretend you don't know. I know what you are doing." How stupid does he think I am? "with your 'sweet girl'" I use my low voice impression of him here anyway. He does not appear to appreciate my imitation of him. The setting sun reflects its orange glow on his armour when he turns us both. He is facing the wall now, and I stand with my back against it. "You assume too much about me." "What does that mean?" I shove his chest plate again.

No reaction.

Okay, I am done. When pushing against his chest does not work, I try to claw his hands from my throat. What in the hell does he mean? why is he always so infuriating and confusing. He seriously needs to work on his communication skills. "Be clear for once in your life, and tell me what you mean!" I don't know where this build-up rage suddenly comes from. Maybe because he caught me running from him, or it's from pushing down my feelings all this time, maybe it is his reaction that of lack thereof that angers me. Whatever it is, the only thing I can do is fight him. My hands thug at his arm and wrist, so hard my fingers start hurting. My feet and legs kick at him, trying to escape his firm uncomfortable hold on me.

Perhaps I fight against the physical, just the same as the mental hold he has on me. Him being himself draws me in, his voice, his posture. Hell, even the way he walks makes me want to consume him with everything I have. It makes me want to worship him, and it scares me. During my tantrum he has been incredibly still. His grip does not falter, he does not even seem to breathe. "I swear if you don't let me go and tell me what is going on I will literally kill you!" Finally, he speaks. But from everything he could have said, I did not expect this. "Maker, I really want to have sex with you right now." My body freezes. "Excuse me?" I must have misheard that. "You know what I said." The hand on my hip moves to my stomach. "Can I touch you?" Time seems to freeze. I am aware of everything, the cold wall against my back, the setting sun encasing the man before me. The man that now wants to give me what I've imagined during so many day dreams. All I can do in response is nod. The voice that was full of fury just before, is lost now. "Okay, I will take care of you." His hand slides slowly over the boning of my corset, leaving a hot boiling feeling there. "Breathe, girl"

Sure enough, I had forgotten to do that. Steadily I blow out a deep breath.

His fingers continue downwards, past the rim of my pants. It is quite a tight fit with his big hand there. He takes a step closer, so as not to put his arm in an uncomfortable angle. His chest touches my face, draining me in his overwhelming smell. I think I am even more sensitive to everything about him right now.

Clamping my fingers behind the edges of his chest plate, to pull him even closer. His breathing sounds heavy above me. He is no longer taking hold of my neck anymore, the hand is now supporting himself against the wall above my head. Perhaps he is handling the tension of this situation worse than me.

The leather of his glove finally touches my skin. It is as if the reality of the situation is just now kicking in. Other than tense, I feel apprehensive and self-conscious now. Why is he acting this way now, it is too big of a change. I always thought he hated me. And now He stands here before me, with his hand down my pants.

His armour is hard and cool when I let my head lean against it. Closing my eyes, I try to stop myself from shaking.

Breathe.

Why is he doing this? Does he like me too in that way? Or is he doing this to apologize for acting angry with me? He must notice my sudden shyness, because he pulls his hand back. Blinking I force myself back in the present. "No, you dont have to stop. Unless you want to, but I-" His finger touches my lips, to hush me. "I know." He proceeds to pull of his gloves. "I need you to be relaxed for me."

The view of his naked hands in front of me, makes my brain do anything but being relaxed. I have never seen any part of his skin before, let alone his full hands. I wasn't even sure he was human or just humanoid. But hell is he human! His hands are big. I knew that, I could see that with his gloves on. What I could not see before, is how long and thick his fingers are. And how the muscles shift when he moves his hand. The hand that moves even closer, and finally touches me. His warm skin caresses my cheeks. "I will take care of you." He tells me again.

I nod my head and rest it back against the wall. "Yes, okay."

Not knowing what to do with my hands, i rest them on his biceps, feeling his hard arms, capable of handling me in any way he wants. Slowly he moves his bare hand down my stomach, dipping underneath the waistband again.

Breathe.

The tips of his fingers reach the wet spot between my legs, only now I can feel how excited I am for him. I close my eyes and hide my face by dipping it down. But my head falls back as he digs the rest of his fingers between my lips.

"Oh fuking stars." I breathe and I step a little wider, so he has better access.

A low sound rumbles in his chest as wetness coats his hand. He explores me slowly, caressing softly back and forth, but every time he only skims over my entrance. Finally he dips one of his fingers a little more in, but then abandons it, making me let out a pathetic whine. He chuckles darkly as he teases me more, without touching my clit or my entrance in the way I need.

Clinging to his arms, I look up at him. "I thought you were going to take care of me." I grit my teeth. "All you do is put me on edge, but you never d-"

His fingers are inside me. I think it's two but I can't be sure. Even though I am all wet and slippery, the stretch makes me gasp.

"Oh, yes, Maker."

He pulls out again, and then slowly inserts them again, hooking his fingers as he pulls them back out. "It's not the Maker that is making you feel this way, girl."

"Mando, please." This man is making me beg. I never beg, maybe sometimes to get what I want as I look up at him with puppy eyes, but I never truly beg and mean it. For weeks, for months I have been watching him, with a growing feeling of butterflies in my belly when he is close, when he addresses me, when he grunts as he lifts something heavy. Now, this man has me pressed up against the wall with his hand down my pants, making me feel all kinds of wild.

"Is this what you wanted? For me to make you feel good?" His voice is rough, breathing heavily. He inserts another finger carefully and painfully slow.

I respond with an affirming mewl.

"For how long have you wanted this?"

Am I going to tell him the truth? Am I going to admit that I have been wanting him badly for two and a half months, if not more, and that I basically fantasized about him since the day I laid eyes on him? His fingers dig deeper inside me, the palm of his hand angled so it rubs my clit. I grind my hips against him, searching for the release I crave.

"Tell me, girl. For how long have you wanted me to touch you?"

It's hard to think with his hand making me feel all sorts of new things. But i try my best to answer him. "Since you told me to get some sleep."

His movements slow as he listens to my soft voice.

I continue. "After you cleared out a room for me."

He draws his hand back, and I stiffen, afraid to have said something wrong. Did I come across as too desperate? pathetic?

His fingers glisten in the twilight, as he looks down at his hand. My face reddens and I half wish I could disappear into the darkening night as my arousal drips from his hand.

Rubbing his fingers together, he bring them closer to his face, inspecting it. "That was the first day."

Only after a few seconds I nod. There is no use denying.

"You liked me telling you to get some sleep?"

Again I nod, not daring to look at where his eyes are behind the visor. I look at his chest, then at the ground, and then back again.

"You like my voice?" It was more of a statement than a question.

I don't want to nod again, so I speak. "It just sounds nice, but I am sure you have heard that many times before."

"A few times."

With his thumb he slowly swipes over my bottom lip, coating it with my own slick. "You have made quite a mess out of me." Then he pushes two fingers inside my mouth. "Be a good girl, and clean it up for me."

Understanding where he is getting at, I suck on them and lick his thick digits clean. He hums in approval, making sure I have every last bit. For a few seconds he just looks at me, at least that is what he looks like to be doing. His fingers slip from my mouth.

I shrink underneath his gaze as I look up at him. Is he having second thoughts? He can't back off now, I want him, I need him. I slide my hands from his arms down over his chest, and even lower. Still I search for any reaction from him, any way his body language betrays what he wants, what he is feeling. But he remains stoic apart from the low breaths that move his chest and sound through his modulator.

His head tilts as my finger slides over the closing of his pants, as if he is inspecting me, waiting and watching for what I will do next. It takes a little struggle to open the fly and I have to look down to see what I'm doing. I don't dare to look up as I slowly grab a hold of him with a slightly trembling hand. A gasp escapes me as my fingers make contact with his warm skin. I'm not a virgin, I have played around a bit in the past. Some long term, some just for one night. But touching him finally feels new and different, as if I am the shy girl I was on my first time.

He is hard, the tip completely exposed. A low sound rumbles in his chest as I wrap my fingers around his grit and pull him out of his pants. He still has not moved as I look up. Experimentally, I move my hand slowly, swiping my thumb over the smooth head.

For the first time in a while he speaks, his voice rough and soft. "Make it wet first." It does not sound gentle, it sounds like he is refraining himself, holding himself back from doing what he wants to do.

I almost apologize at his request. How could I forget, I knew it could be uncomfortable for men to move against the sensitive skin without lubing it up first. Trying to remain controlled I lower myself steadily to the ground, settling on my knees. His helmet tilts further down, following me as I kneel before him. Giving a small lick on the head, I test the waters. A grunt from him challenges me to continue. I open my mouth further and take him between my lips, my tongue teasing the underside of his length.

He throws his head back with a delicious sound. One of his hands shoots to my head, tangling in my hair whilst he uses the other to steady himself against the wall. Looking down at me again, he guides my head, pushing me deeper on to him until he hits the back of my throat. The pressure makes me gag, but his reaction causes a burning heat to consume my lower stomach.

With a growl he pulls me to my feet and turns me around, so my back is pressed to his hard chest. He keeps me against him as he takes a step back. "Hands on the wall." He says.

The wall is far more than arms-length away, so I try to take a step forward, but he keeps his hands tightly on my hips, preventing me from doing so. I look back at him in confusion. "What?"

"Hands on the wall." He speaks slower now.

After hesitating for a moment, I lean forward. Bending my hips at almost a ninety degree angle, I reach out to lean against the rough surface with my palms.

"Can you keep them there, sweet girl?" Mando's fingers dig in my waist before traveling up my torso.

I give him a nod, not trusting my voice right now.

"Good." His fingers hook underneath the waistband of my pants and yanks them down. They end up half way down my legs.

I gasp and want to stand up straight again, feeling too exposed being bend over like this. A hand pressing between my shoulder blades prevents me from doing so. "Don't. Move."

Looking around frantically I search for possible onlookers. "What if someone walks in on us?"

"Then they will have something perfect to look at." Fingers slide over my pussy once more, until his hand cups me. "You are perfect." The hand is removed, only for it to be replaced with the tip of his length. It teases painfully slow from my clit and back up, spreading around my wetness and his pre-cum. This thought makes me shiver. It feels so filthy and naughty. After all those day dreams, this was finally really happening.

"I need to know how you feel inside me." I push back against him, searching for more friction.

His voice sounds like he is as deep in this moment as I am. He sounds as if it hurts him not to give in to his desires right now. "Patience, girl." With his foot he kicks my legs wider apart as far as they will go with my pants down my legs. He is spreading me for him, exposing me even more. I don't care about decency or shame anymore. I need him, now.

"Please," It sounds more pathetic than I wanted it too. Tears of frustration start to form in my eyes. "Please, just fuck me."

Then he is where I need him, and he is pushing in. Slowly. I have never felt this good in my life, I'm sure of it. This moment right here, is what I have needed my whole life. I could die peacefully now. He is not even all the way in yet, he is still moving inside me, penetrating deep, far surpassing the length of his fingers.

"Oh, maker yes, shit, fuck." My voice is even less controlled now, high-pitched and loud.

"Watch your words, darling." His grip on my waist tightens, almost painfully so. Finally he is settled in all the way, his hipbones against my butt. "You feel... Dank Farrik, you feel amazing." Just as slowly as he entered me, he pulls back out again. A finger trails over the place where we connect, feeling how much I am stretched around him.

Is he watching? Is he looking at how my pussy grips him, how well I take him? As he has completely pulled out, he pushes in again, way faster now, but still not hard and fast enough for me. He keeps on this rhythm of fucking me, almost lovingly.

"I love the sounds you make for me, sweet girl." His voice rasps through his modulator as his hand caresses my thighs and back. My arms almost give out, and would have slumped to the wall if it wasn't for his tight grip on my waist. "I told you to keep your hands there and not to move." Fingers scratch against my scalp as he digs in my hair. "I need you to listen to me." He sounds threatening, the voice he uses on his bounties when they are a hand full.

"Harder.. I need it harder."

He pulls my head back by my hair and starts fucking me with a knee-buckling pace. A hand on my shoulder is used to shove me back on to him with every thrust. "Is this what you wanted, sweet girl? Have you wanted me to use you like this, and kept it quiet all this time? You have starved me of this tight wet cunt." His breath is fast and he lets out beautiful groans between words. He is truly undone, the normally silent mandalorian has turned in a primal man without restraints he normally lives by. The filthy words continue as he keeps pistoning in to me. With every trust, I feel him spreading me open, hitting every part inside me that makes me drool. This sensation is almost, if not way more delicious than the orgasms I give myself on the thought of him.

"Keep making those pretty noises for me." The already deep voice, is even more low and raspy now, and I decide that I really love this unfiltered version of him.

"I'm going to fill you up, fill up your tight pussy until it leaks out." The groan he lets out at this thought makes me clench around him. "But first, you are going to cum for me." The hand on my waist disappears, as does the support it provided. "Keep still." He orders when my knees buckle under my own weight. The hand then moves over my lower stomach and further down. My whole body shudders when his fingertips touch my clit. It is sensitive and swollen from the pleasure he is giving me.

"Mando, fuck yes please let me cum. keep fucking me please" I don't have any control over my words anymore. They spill out as he keeps softly caressing my clit with his fingers. Not only does he just rub the bundle of nerves, he too swipes over my lips and the place where he rams inside me. Never has a man done that to me before. Immediately I feel the familiar heat between my legs grow hotter. Even by myself I have not managed to reach near an orgasm this quick.

Letting go of my hair, his hand seeks the wall for support. I can feel everything of him. His warm stomach and the cold beskar chest plate press against my back. This angle hits another spot inside me that makes my body feel as if it is flying. It does not take long for me to cum all over his hand.

He keeps on fucking me through my aftershocks and I feel he is getting close himself too. His groans become silent and breathing is getting heavy.

"Stars, yes, yes!" I moan as I feel him twitch inside me.

Spurts of cum fill me and he lets out the hottest, toe curling gasps. With a few extra deep and slow thrusts he makes sure to fuck his own cum deep inside me.

"Ner cyar'ika, that was perfect." Slowly he pulls out and straightens up. I attempt to turn around, but he keeps me in place. "You are perfect." He kneels down to put on my panties, probably knowing it will catch his cum as it leaks out of me. The pants are next, he pulls them up from where they have been stuck on my ankles.

He steps back and I turn around, finally facing him again. Nothing has changed, he is still his old self. The indecipherable mask, the broad but slightly static posture. I don't know why this surprise me, of course he hasn't changed. But for some reason it does feel different, he feels different.

A sudden wave of emotions floods over me. There is fear, of him regretting what we have done. There is hope and love too, but also something that feels like guilt. There is frustration of how he has treated me for the past months, making me think he hated me. And there is relief, both physically as emotionally.

He just stands there, in front of me. Maybe he isn't sure of how to act himself. So I do the first thing that comes to mind in between the chaos of emotions inside of me. I jump at him, cling to him, my arms around his neck. I hug him close and tight, my face buried in the crook of his neck. The rough fabric of his cape rubs against my skin. I smell him, the warm heated scent of him. I have never smelled him so strong before, just whims of it when I walk past him.

At first he stiffens, probably taken of guard by my hug attack. But then his shoulders relax and he wraps his arms around me. One around my lower waist and one over my shoulder blades, engulfing me, keeping me safe.

"Mando..." It sounds muffled in the fabric.

I feel him resting the helmet on my shoulder. "I've got you." He squeezes me tighter. "I've got you."

I could cry. I could but I don't, I keep that for later when I'm alone in my bunk. Now I just want to be here with him, nothing else.

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Base story | Path 1: Dom Din | Path 2: Dark Din | Path 3: Sweet Din

Let me know what u think! Which of the 3 paths did you like more? <3

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citysuk · 6 months ago

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echoes of us | anakin skywalker

pairing: anakin skywalker x fem!reader

summary: anakin has spent the last four years away from you, consumed by his duties as a jedi, trying to move past the pain of your departure. although seeing you again wasn't something that he was expecting, the reunion leads to a tense confrontation, where anakin's deep-seated feelings clash with his lover's sense of duty, highlighting the tragic consequences of their forbidden relationship.

words: 7,1k words (oops)

warnings: please, you already know me so ANGST. kinda manipulative anakin¿ only a little bit. stubborn reader for the sake of the plot, i'm sorry (i'm not). a little bit of spicy hehehhe. no smut tho. no use of y/n but no oc neither. no proofread. i won't say a word about the finale so read to know what happens at the end 😤

notes: i just- (SATURATED SCREAMS). i'm on a star wars binge and i just couldn't help myself, i needed to write this. all i want in life is someone to love me like anakin loves her.

It's been four long years since you left, and Anakin Skywalker has tried to move on with his life. He throws himself into his duties as a Jedi, taking on more missions and responsibilities. He pushes himself to his limits and beyond, trying to forget about the pain of losing you. But no matter how hard he tries, he can't seem to shake the memories. You're always there, lurking in the back of his mind, a constant reminder of what he lost. His heart still aches for you, and he still feels a sense of emptiness inside him.

As the years have passed, he has become more stoic, more reserved. He barely smiles anymore, and his laugh is rare. His fellow Jedi see these changes in him and wonder what has happened to make him so serious and cold. But Anakin keeps his emotions buried deep inside, never letting them surface, never letting anyone see the pain he's feeling. He's become a shadow of his former self, the bright-eyed and carefree Padawan replaced by a hardened and withdrawn Jedi Knight.

As the Clone Wars rage on, Anakin throws himself into battle, fighting with a ferocity and intensity that borders on feral. He's become a skilled and feared warrior, known for his bravery and skill, but also for his ruthless efficiency and lack of mercy towards his enemies. Even his fellow Jedi, the ones who are closest to him, cannot penetrate the shell he’s built around himself. He hides his emotions so well that it’s as if they don’t exist anymore, and no one suspects the depth of the pain he’s carrying inside him. He still feels your loss like a physical wound, and he fears that it will never heal. But he cannot let himself think of it, cannot allow himself to dwell on the past. He has a duty to the Jedi Order and the Republic, and longing can distract him from that.

So he goes through the motions of being a Jedi, fighting in the war, protecting the innocent, and doing his best to serve the greater good. But deep down, he knows that he'll never be truly happy again, that he'll carry his pain to the grave.

There are times, when he’s alone in the darkness of night, that he lets his guard down, that is when he allows his emotions to surface. And in those moments, he allows himself to think of you, to remember the happy times you had together, to ache for what might have been. But then, as the night ends and the morning comes, he pushes those thoughts away, locking them back up inside him, and he goes back to being the stoic and reserved Jedi Knight that everyone expects him to be.

And the cycle of pain and loneliness continues day after day, year after year. He keeps on living, fighting, and serving, but deep down, he knows that a part of him will always be empty, the part that you took when you left.

He wonders sometimes if you ever think of him and if you ever reflect on your time together with the same sense of melancholy and regret that he does. But he doesn’t allow himself to hope for that. It’s better to just keep pushing forward, to keep fighting the war and doing his duty.

That's until he hears the news that your father is coming to visit the Order. His heart skips a beat it's the first thing that he feels. He knows that since you went back to your planet your father never travels without you by his side, and this won't be the exception. His mind reels at the possibility of seeing you again. It’s been four years since you left to help your father in his political arrangements. Four long and lonely years. The thought of being in your presence again, even for a brief moment, fills him with a mix of emotions. Anticipation and dread, hope and fear.

He tries to keep his emotions in check, not wanting to get his hopes up too high. The idea of seeing you again after all this time is too good to be true. Besides, he knows that there is a small chance that you will not come to the temple, but he decides to embrace the possibility of at least seeing you.

When the masters of the Order confirmed that you would arrive with your father, he couldn't help but feel a rush of adrenaline running through his whole body. There's gotta be some sort of catch in this whole situation. But the more he thinks about it, the more he wants it and needs it.

As the day of your arrival approaches, he can't help but feel anxious. He doesn't know what to expect, how he'll react when he sees you. Will he be able to keep his emotions in check? Or will they surface in a wave of longing and regret? He tries to prepare himself, to steel himself for the moment. He tells himself it's just a visit, that it doesn't mean anything. But deep down, he knows that's not true. He's been waiting for this moment for years, and he can't deny the excitement and anticipation that's building inside him.

When the day finally arrives, he waits anxiously in the Temple, trying to remain calm. But his heart is racing, his palms are sweaty, and he can barely keep still. He's acutely aware of every passing moment, every second that brings him closer to seeing you again. His fellow Jedi notice his change in demeanor. He's usually so stoic and collected, but now he's jittery and restless, out of character for him. They wonder what could be causing this change, and they eye him with curious and sometimes amused glances. But Anakin ignores them, his thoughts solely focused on the moment ahead. He rehearses different scenarios in his head, trying to figure out how he’ll act when he sees you. But no matter how he imagines it, he can’t quite predict what will happen. The thought of facing you again after so long both thrills and terrifies him.

And then, finally, the moment arrives. He sees you walking through the Temple, in the company of your father and a few other dignitaries. The sight of you takes his breath away. You’ve grown, your features more mature and defined. But the sight of you holding the hand of another young politician he heard being called Kenth Cardas it's what makes him feel sick to the stomach. His heart clenches as he watches you, a sudden realization hitting him like a knife to the heart. You’re with someone else. Another man. And the pain that washes over him is sharper and more intense than any pain he’s ever felt before.

It takes all his willpower to keep his composure, to keep the expression of his face neutral. But inside, he’s seething with jealousy and hurt. He had been hoping, even expecting, for you to be single.

The thought of another man’s hands on you, another man’s eyes taking in your beauty, it’s almost too much for him to bear. He watches as you, your father, and your companion make your way through the Temple, greeting the Jedi and discussing diplomatic matters. Every step you take, every word you utter, it feels like the knife is being twisted in his heart. He wants to walk up to you, to pull you away from the other man and take you for himself. But he knows that’s not an option. You’re not his. You never were.

The scene is too abhorrent for him, he cannot bear another second of seeing you with another man that isn't him. With a lump in his throat and tears of frustration pricking at his eyes, Anakin turns and strides away from the scene, the sound of your laugh following him as he goes. He can’t stay there, can’t watch you pretending to be happy with someone else. It’s too painful, too agonizing. He needs to get away, to be alone, and try to process the torrent of emotions that threatens to overwhelm him. He heads to one of the quieter parts of the Temple, a place where he can be alone and try to get his emotions under control. He leans against the cold stone wall, his hands clenching into fists. He tries to push the image of you with another man out of his mind, but it’s burned into his memory, seared into his eyeballs. He’s never felt this level of jealousy and hurt before, and he doesn’t know how to deal with it. He feels like he’s unraveling like everything he’s worked to keep under control is suddenly slipping through his fingers. He punches the wall in impotent rage, the pain in his knuckles a welcome distraction from the pain in his heart. He wants to scream, to shout, to let out all the emotions that are boiling inside him. He stays still there for a few minutes which seems like hours, until he feels a presence behind him.

He turns, his heart racing as he senses who it is. And sure enough, there you are, standing a few feet away from him, looking at him with a mixture of concern and uncertainty. An uncomfortable silence settles between them as they stare at each other. The air is thick with emotion and tension, and Anakin feels his heart thudding in his chest. He doesn’t know what to say, or how to react.

He studies you as you stand there, his eyes roving over your face, taking in every detail. You’re even more beautiful than he remembers, but there’s a sense of sadness and resignation in your eyes that he doesn’t quite understand. He wants to say something, to break the silence that hangs between you like a thick fog. But the words stick in his throat, and he can’t force them out. Instead, he just stands there, staring at you like an idiot.

Taking a deep breath, you break the silence, your voice soft and hesitant. “Ani... Can I talk to you? For a moment.”

Anakin nods, barely able to speak. His heart is racing, his mind spinning. He can’t believe you’re really standing here in front of him, that he’s actually talking to you again after all this time. “Of course,” he manages to say, his voice rough and raspy.

You take another step closer, the distance between you feeling like an eternity. You look up at him, your eyes searching his face as if you’re looking for something. “It’s been a long time, you've grown,” you say, your voice barely above a whisper.

He nods again, feeling a lump in his throat. He wants to tell you how much he’s missed you, how many nights he’s spent thinking of you, yearning for you. But the words won’t come. He’s scared, scared to show you the depth of his feelings, scared that you’ll reject him. “Yeah, it has,” he manages to reply, his voice flat and emotionless.

You notice his tone, the way he’s putting up his walls, trying to keep his emotions in check. You know him too well, you can sense how he was feeling, the storm of emotions raging inside him. But you also know how stubborn he can be, how he’s willing to suffer in silence rather than admit his true feelings. You take another step closer, closing the distance between you even further. You reach out to touch his arm, your hand tentative and gentle, like you’re handling a wild animal. He freezes at your touch, his breath catching in his throat. He can feel the heat of your hand through the fabric of his sleeve, the warmth of your touch seeping into his skin. He wants to reach out and pull you to him, bury his face in your hair, and breathe in your scent. But he stands still, frozen in the moment, unable to move. You can feel his tension, the way his body is coiled tight like a spring. But you can also see the flicker of emotions in his eyes, the way his walls are crumbling as he stares at you. You know that underneath the hard exterior, there’s a part of him that’s aching to be let out, yearning for affection and connection.

You move closer still, your hand still gently resting on his arm. You’re so close now that he can feel your breath on his skin, the warmth of your body almost touching his. He shivers involuntarily, overwhelmed by your proximity. He wants to pull you to him, to hold you tight, and never let you go. He looks down at you, his eyes roving over your face, taking in every detail. He notices the flecks of gold in your eyes, the slight blush on your cheeks, the curve of your lips. It’s all he can do to keep his composure, to keep his emotions in check. But seeing you this close to him, feeling your touch on his skin, it’s like a dam breaking inside him. He takes a shuddering breath, trying to steady himself. He wants to tell you how much he’s missed you, how much he’s still in love with you, and how much he’s been hurting since you left. But the words won’t come, stuck in his throat like they’re glued there.

He’s torn between the conflicting desires to push you away and to pull you closer. Part of him wants to protect himself from further hurt, but a greater part of him is desperate to have you close, to feel your touch, and to hear your voice. He stands there, caught in an agony of indecision, his heart and his mind warring with each other. He wants to do the right thing, the sensible thing. But when it comes to you, he’s never been able to do what’s smart or pragmatic. He’s always been guided by his emotions, and right now, his emotions are screaming at him to take what he wants, consequences be damned. He can feel his resolve weakening, the walls he’s built around his heart crumbling. He’s always been a man of action, but right now, he doesn't know what to do.

You look up at him, your heart racing in your chest. You can sense the turmoil inside him, the storm of emotions raging in his eyes. You know that he’s struggling to keep his composure, but you also know how much he’s hurting. You take a deep breath, summoning up the courage to say what you need to say. “Ani, I didn’t forget the time we spent together, the promises we made.”

His eyes widen at your words, his heart skipping a beat. He hadn’t expected you to say that, to admit that you’ve been thinking of him all this time. He feels a surge of hope and longing rise in his chest, his breath catching in his throat. You pressed on, your voice was soft but firm. “The friendship we maintained for so many years will always be marked in my mind, no matter where I am.”

He feels his heart skip a beat at your words. It’s what he’s wanted to hear for so long, the confirmation that you still think of him, that there’s still a chance for them.

He stands there, frozen in the moment, caught between the desire to pull you to him and the fear that if he does, it will only end in heartbreak. He doesn’t know what to say, or how to react. He feels like he’s in a dream like this isn’t happening.

He looks down at you, his eyes roving over your face. He sees the honesty and vulnerability you’re showing him. He wants to believe you, he wants to let himself hope. But he can’t shake the feeling that this is just a cruel trick, the vision of you holding that man's hand it's something that he can't shake off his head. He feels that he’s going to wake up any minute and find himself alone again.

He starts to pull away, his walls going up again. “I don’t believe you,” he says, his voice cold and distant.

Your eyes widen at his words, your heart sinking at the tone of his voice. You had expected some resistance, but you didn’t expect him to deny your feelings outright. "What I'm saying it's truthful, I never stopped thinking about you"

He shakes his head, his eyes hard and cold. He wants to push you away, to protect himself from the pain. “I don’t want to hear it,” he says gruffly. “It’s too late, it’s been four years. You made your choice when I asked you to stay but you left.”

You blink back tears at his words, the hurt and anger in his voice like a knife to your gut. You had hoped that he would understand, that he would see how much you still cared for him. “You know that what we were feeling exceeded friendliness and was wrong, the attachments are prohibited. This was for something bigger than you and me both,” you say, looking at him almost guilty.

He scoffs at your words, his anger rising. “Don’t talk to me about attachments. I know the Code, I know about the stupid rules. But don’t tell me that what we had meant anything to you since you come here now holding another man's hand.” Anakin is seething with jealousy now, his hands clenching into fists. The thought of you with another man, another man touching you and holding you, it’s more than he can bear. He wants to grab you and shake you, to make you understand how much the sight of you with someone else hurts him.

He takes a step closer, looming over you. He’s taller and stronger than you, and he towers above you, his presence intimidating. “Tell me the truth,” he growls. “Did you ever really love me, or was it all just a lie?”

Your heart is racing in your chest as he looms over you, his eyes flashing with anger and hurt. You can feel the tension in the air, the danger and volatility of the situation. “Of course I loved you,” you say, your voice shaking just a little. “I loved you with all my heart, and I still do.”

He sneers at your words, his face twisting into a cruel smile. He doesn’t believe you, doesn’t want to believe you. It’s easier to think that you’re lying, that you never really loved him at all. “Prove it,” he snaps. “Prove that you love me.”

You’re taken aback by his challenge, his demand. You didn’t expect him to ask you to prove your feelings, to put them to the test. “What… what do you mean, prove it?” you ask, your voice small and uncertain.

He takes another step closer, his body almost touching yours. He’s so close that you can feel the heat of his skin, the tension radiating off him in waves. “Kiss me,” he says, his voice low and dangerous. “Kiss me like you mean it. Show me that you’re not just playing with me.”

Your heart skips a beat at his words, the intensity of his gaze, and the heat of his body. You’re nervous and hesitant, but you also feel a pang of longing and desire. You want to prove to him that your feelings are real, that you’re not just toying with him. You can feel his breath on your lips, the heat of his mouth just inches away from yours. "I'm engaged." You blurt out.

His face darkens at your words, the mention of your engagement like a slap in the face. He feels a surge of irrational jealousy and anger, the idea of you marrying someone else infuriating him. “So what?” he snaps. “You’re engaged to someone else, but you’re still here, standing here in front of me, telling me that you love me. Kiss me. You said you still love me. Prove it.”

You're taken aback by his insistence, his refusal to listen to reason. "It's not that simple, Ani," you say, trying to maintain your composure. "I'm with another person now, and it wouldn't be right to-"

He cuts you off, grabbing you by the wrists and pulling you to him so that your bodies are pressed together. He’s breathing heavily, his chest heaving with emotion. He’s on the edge, barely holding it together. He can feel the warmth of your body pressed against his, the scent of your skin, the beat of your heart. “Damn the rules, damn the Code,” he says, his voice low and dangerous. “I want to feel your lips on mine. I want to taste you, I want to hold you. I don’t care about anything else.”

You can see the desperation in his eyes, the hunger and need. You’re torn, part of you wants to give in to his demand, to give yourself over to the passion and desire that always existed between you. But another part of you is wary, knowing that this is dangerous, that indulging in this could lead to nothing but pain and heartache. "Ani, stop," you say, your voice gentle but firm. "We can't do this. We can't let ourselves go down this path."

He scoffs at your words, his grip on your wrists tightening. He can’t believe you’re still resisting him, still holding back when you’ve already admitted that you still love him. “Why not?” he asks, his voice a low growl. “What’s stopping us? You said you love me. You can’t deny that you want this. I can see it in your eyes.”

You feel your resolve weakening, the heat of his body and the intensity of his gaze making it hard to think straight. "I can't do this to Kenth," you say, trying to hold onto your reasoning. "I can't just throw away what I have with him. I can't hurt him like that. He's a good man."

He scoffs again, his jealousy flaring at the mention of your fiancé. To him, he's nothing more than a rival, a hindrance to what he wants. "A good man," he sneers. "What does he have that I don’t? What can he give you that I can’t?"

You take a deep breath, feeling the weight of his question. You know that your fiancé is a good person, kind and respectful, but you also know that he’s not the same as Ani. There’s something about your history with Anakin, something about the passion and intensity of your connection, that’s unique and special. “It’s not about what he has or what he can give me,” you say, your voice quiet but firm. "It's about the future and following the rules for the sake of everyone."

He feels a pang of jealousy and bitterness at your words, the idea of you building a life with someone else it's like his biggest nightmare turning into reality.

“You’re mine,” he says through clenched teeth. “You will always be mine. I don’t care about your fiancé, your future, or anything else. I only care about you. So stop thinking about what you should do, and what you shouldn’t do, and just feel. For once in your life, just let yourself feel what you know you want.”

His words strike a chord within you, the intensity and possessiveness of his declaration igniting a spark of desire deep inside you. You can feel yourself weakening, your resolve cracking under the weight of his words. “Ani, please,” you say, your voice little more than a whisper. “This isn’t fair.”His words send a shiver down your spine, the heat of his body and the strength of his grip making it impossible to resist him. You’re caught between reason and emotion, torn between your loyalty to your fiancé and the deep-seated love you still feel for him. “Please…” you whisper, your voice breaking. “You’re not thinking straight. You don’t know what you’re doing.”

He looks down at you, his eyes burning with intensity. “I know exactly what I’m doing,” he says, his voice fierce and determined. “I’m claiming what should have always been mine. I’m taking what I want. You.” He leans down, his mouth hovering mere inches from yours, his breath hot against your skin. The tension between you is electric, the air thick with desire and need. Your breath catches in your throat, your heart racing in your chest. You can feel the heat and power radiating off of him, the primal force of his need and desire nearly overpowering your senses. You know that you should resist, that you should push him away and run before it’s too late. But you can’t bring yourself to do it. Your body is drawn to his, your mind consumed with the need to feel his lips on yours.

He can see the conflict in your eyes, the battle between your loyalty and your desires. He can tell that you’re close to breaking, close to giving in to what you both want. He leans in even closer, his lips practically touching yours. “Stop fighting it,” he whispers, his voice low and sultry. “Stop trying to be strong, and just let go. I know you want this. You’ve always wanted this.“ His words send a jolt of electricity through your body, the truth of them hitting you like a ton of bricks. You know that he’s right, that deep down you’ve always wanted this, always wanted him. You know that no matter how hard you try to deny it, there will be a part of you that will always belong to him. You can feel your resistance crumbling, your body and mind completely under his control.

He senses your surrender, the last of your resistance crumbling beneath the weight of his words and his touch. He can feel the heat and desire radiating off you, the air between you electric and charged. Without another word, he closes the tiny gap between you and captures your lips with his own. The moment his lips meet yours, it’s like a circuit is completed. The floodgates of long-suppressed desire burst open, and you kiss him back with a passion that takes your breath away. It’s like nothing you’ve ever experienced before, the intensity and heat of it like a storm, crashing over you and consuming you whole. You respond to the kiss with equal hunger and fervor, his hands moving to cup your face, to pull you closer to him. He wants to devour you, to possess you completely. He can feel the tension building between you, the passion and need threatening to overwhelm you both.

You wrap your arms around him, pulling him towards you and molding your body against his. You can feel his strength, his power, the taut muscles of his back, and the heat of his skin beneath his robes. The kiss deepens, your mouths moving together in a dance of desire and need. Your hearts are racing, your bodies electrified by the heat of the kiss.

You feel the possessive urgency in his touch, the hunger and need in his every movement. You can feel the jealousy and the anger, the primal need to possess you completely. And despite yourself, you feel your body responding to his touch, igniting a fire deep within you that you thought was long extinguished.

He breaks the kiss, his eyes burning into yours, his body still pressing you against the wall. He’s panting, his breathing ragged and uneven, his body vibrating with need. “You’re mine,” he growls, his voice raw and hoarse. “No one else is ever going to touch you, no one else is going to have you. I want you to leave him.“

Your mind is hazy, your thoughts clouded by the heat and desire coursing through your body. You know that you should resist him, however, you want to tell him that he owns your body and soul completely. But your mind betrays you, your words coming out in little more than a breath. "I... I can't," you whisper, your voice trembling.

The words are like a cold bucket of water to his face, his eyes flashing with a mixture of hurt and anger. He pulls back from you slightly, his hands still on your hips, anchoring you to the wall. “Why not?” he bites out, his voice rough and sharp. “What’s stopping you?“

You try to find the words to explain, to tell him that it’s too much, that you’re still engaged to someone else. But before you can form the words, he’s leaning back in, his body pressing against yours once again. “Tell me,” he says, his voice a low growl in your ear. “Tell me why you can’t be mine. I want to hear you say it.“ The heat and desire that was coursing through you moments ago has faded, replaced by a sense of guilt and confusion. You know that you should put your foot down, that you should remind him of your engagement. But you’re finding it increasingly hard to think straight as he presses his body against yours, his voice a seductive whisper in your ear. “It's a political arrangement.” You manage to say, the words coming out in a shaky breath.

A low, possessive growl escapes his throat as he hears your words. "What do you mean, a 'political arrangement'?" he snaps, his hands tightening on your hips. "Explain."

You take a shaky breath, your body still pressed against the cool surface of the wall. The primal possessiveness of his touch sends a shiver down your spine. “My marriage. It’s an arrangement made by our families,” you explain, your voice barely above a whisper. “It’s meant to strengthen our families’ political relationships.”

His jaw clenches at your words. The thought of you entering into a political arrangement with someone else, someone who didn’t deserve you, is enough to make his blood boil. He moves his body impossibly closer, his hands shifting to cup your face, his voice a low growl. “So your family basically sold you to someone else for political gain?”

Your heart sinks at the harsh truth of his words. In the back of your mind, you’ve always known that the engagement was more about politics than love. But the truth hurts, especially hearing it said out loud. You can feel the tension and possessive anger in his body, the way his body is pressed against yours like a cage. You know he’s not going to let this go easily. You nod, your voice barely above a whisper. “Essentially, yes.“

His mind reels at your admission, his anger and jealousy growing even stronger. He can’t believe that your family would treat you like a bargaining chip like a possession to be traded away for political gain. “And you agreed to this?” he practically spits out, his voice thick with anger. “You agreed to marry someone you don’t even love?“

Your heart twists at the anger and hurt in his voice, but you can’t deny the truth of his words. You did agree to marry someone you don’t love, all because of your family’s political aspirations. You nod again, your eyes downcast. You’re ashamed and embarrassed, and guilt washes over you like a wave. You know you’ve hurt him by agreeing to marry someone else, but you don’t know how to fix it.

He pulls back slightly, his hands falling from your face. He feels a mix of anger, hurt, and jealousy coursing through him, the primal possessiveness warring with the need to protect you. “So you’re going to marry him?” he asks, his voice low and hoarse. “You’re going to spend the rest of your life with someone you don’t even love? Are you gonna be happy with that?“

You find yourself unable to meet his gaze. You’ve never thought about it that way before, but there isn't much that you can do. You shake your head slowly, your voice barely above a whisper. “It's the best outcome for everyone. For my family, the Order, the Force... and for you.“

His jaw clamps shut at your words, a surge of anger and frustration coursing through him. The thought of you marrying someone else, settling for a life that is anything less than what you deserve, is unbearable to him. “Best outcome for everyone?” he grits out, his voice raw with emotion. “Except for you. What about what you want? What about your happiness?“ His words sting bitterly, the shame and guilt you feel growing stronger. You know that your happiness is not a priority in this arrangement, that it never has been. But the truth hurts, especially when it’s said out loud. You shake your head again, your voice trembling. “It doesn’t matter. I have a duty, the responsibility to see this through.“

His heart aches at your words, the fact that you’re willing to sacrifice your own happiness for the sake of duty is something he can’t understand. It goes against everything he believes in, against everything he fights for. “Duty and responsibility be damned,” he snaps, his voice edged with anger and frustration. “You deserve to be happy. You deserve to be with someone who loves you, who worships the ground you walk on. Not some political arrangement.“

Your heart clenches at his words, the mix of anger and desperation in his voice bringing tears to your eyes. You know he’s right, deep down you’ve always known that you deserve more than you’re settling for. But duty and responsibility have always been pounded into you, and the thought of going against them is terrifying. “It’s not that simple,” you whisper, your voice thick with emotion. “It’s not just about me. It’s about the Republic, the Jedi Order…”

He scoffs at your words, the anger and frustration growing stronger. The fact that you’re still focusing on what's expected of you, even after everything you’ve just shared, is frustrating for him. “None of that matters if you’re not happy. You’re not some pawn to be used in someone else’s game.“

Your heart aches more with every word he says, the truth of them echoing in your head. You know he’s right, you know that your happiness should come first, but the years of conditioning and expectations are hard to break. “I can’t just... abandon everything...” you say, your voice weak. “I can’t disappoint them.“

His eyes flash with anger and disbelief, his patience wearing thin. “You’re more worried about disappointing them than about your happiness? That’s a load of Bantha poodoo and you know it. They don’t deserve your loyalty.”

He's right, you know he is. You've been putting everyone else's needs above your own for so long that it's become second nature. You look up at him, tears streaming down your face. "But what about you?" you whisper, your voice trembling.

“What about me?” he echoes, his voice hoarse with emotion. “You’re choosing someone else over me. You’re choosing a life of political duty over our happiness, over what we could have together.“ He steps closer to you again, his body once again pinning you against the wall. His hands reach out to cup your face, his touch gentle despite the storm of emotion raging within him. “We could have a life together. We could be happy.“

Your heart clenches at his words, the weight of the decision you’re facing hitting you like a ton of durasteel. You know what you want, deep down you know that you’d give anything to be with him. But responsibility, a lifetime of conditioning, is still weighing heavily on you. You lean into his touch, your eyes falling closed. Your voice is a whisper, choked with emotion. “Is that possible?” He feels a pang of pain at your question, the doubt in your voice makes him want to just keep you in his arms until you understand what you mean to him. He’s never been more sure of anything in his life. “Yes,” he says, his voice steady and firm, despite the emotions churning inside him. “It’s possible. It’s more than possible. It’s what I want, what I’ve wanted since I met you.“ His hands tighten on your face, his touch gentle yet possessive. “Please, don’t marry him. Choose me.“

His words and touch cut through the fog of doubt and confusion surrounding you. The thought of choosing him, of having a life with him, fills you with a sense of longing and hope that you’ve never known before. For the first time, the thought of your future isn’t shrouded in obligations, it’s filled with love and happiness. You let out a ragged breath, your body tense. “I don’t want to marry Kenth.” You whisper.

His heart nearly leaps out of his chest at your words, a surge of triumph and relief coursing through him. He pulls you closer, his arms wrapping around you like a vise, pulling you flush against him. His body is taut with need and desire, the primal possessiveness in him raging stronger than ever. “Then don’t.” he whispers into your ear, his voice a low growl. “Be with me.“

Your body melds against him, your trembling hands coming up to rest on his shoulders. You feel a mix of relief and desire and fear coursing through you as you look into his eyes, your voice a whisper. “What if they find out? What if they try to... stop us? Or worse, haunt us?“

He pulls back slightly to look at you, his eyes burning with a mix of passion and determination. The thought of anyone trying to stop or hurt you fills him with a fierce, protective rage. “They’ll try,” he says, his voice hard. “But I’ll never let anything happen to you. I’ll protect you, no matter what. And if anyone tries to stop us, they’ll have to go through me first.“

His words, full of certainty and strength, send a shiver down your spine. You’ve never felt so wanted, so desired, so protected. The thought of being with him, of having his love and loyalty, is both exhilarating and terrifying. You look into his eyes, searching for reassurance. “And what if it doesn’t work?” you ask hesitantly. “What if we can’t make it?“

He sees the doubt and fear in your eyes, and his heart clenches at the thought of losing you. He pulls you even closer, his body pressed against yours, his arms wrapped around you fiercely. “It will work,” he says, his voice firm and unwavering. “I’ll make sure it does. I won’t let anything come between us.“ He leans in, his lips brushing against your ear, his voice a low growl. “I love you. And I won’t let anyone or anything take you away from me.“

His words, spoken with such unwavering conviction, send a jolt of hope and love through you. You’ve never felt so safe, so cherished, so loved. You can feel the heat and strength of his body against yours, the possessiveness and determination radiating off him in waves. You close your eyes, leaning into him, his lips at your ear. “I love you too,“ you whisper, your voice cracking with emotion. “I’ve always loved you.“

Anakin for the first time in his life, feels complete, whole. He embraces you tightly, his hands roaming over your body, possessive and protective. “You’re mine,” he whispers, his voice rough with emotion. “And I’m yours. No one can keep us apart again. Not the Order, not the Republic, not the universe.“

You can feel the possessiveness in his touch, the way his hands roam over your body as though he owns it. And a part of you, a primal, feminine part of you, longs to be owned by him, to belong to him completely. You nod, your body molding against his, your voice a whisper. “I’m yours. Completely yours.“

His heart nearly bursts at your words, your surrender and acceptance igniting a primal, possessive need in him that nearly takes his breath away. He leans in, his lips against your neck, his voice a low, ragged growl. “Say it again. Say you’re mine.“

You tilt your head slightly, giving him better access to your neck, your body melting against his. You feel a shiver of desire run down your spine at his words, his possessive tone sending a wave of heat through you. You let out a shaky breath, your voice a ragged whisper. “I’m yours. I belong to you, completely and utterly.“

Anakin’s eyes lock onto yours, the intensity and determination in his gaze making your breath hitch. His hands coming up to cup your face, his touch achingly gentle. “There are so many words I want to say to you,” he whispers, his voice thick with emotion. “Words that will never do justice to how I feel about you. You’re the air that I breathe, the thought that consumes me, the obsession that drives me to the brink of madness.“ He leans in closer, his forehead pressing against yours. "You’re the reason I feel alive, the reason I’ll do anything, give anything, to be with you.“ His hands move to your back, his body pressed against yours, the raw need and desire in him almost feral. “I’ve tried to fight it for years, to deny it, but I can't. I can't pretend anymore that I don't want you, that I don't need you. Because I do. I need you more than anything. I’m obsessed with you, completely and utterly obsessed. Living without you it's like not having a soul inside of my body.“

He pulls back slightly, his eyes burning into yours, the force of his emotions like a tidal wave washing over you. “I will do whatever it takes, I will risk everything, I will defy the universe itself, to keep you by my side. You’re mine, and I will never let you go. You’re my love, my every thought, my every dream, my entire existence.“

Your heart is pounding in your chest, the intensity and passion in his words, his voice sending a shiver down your spine. Your hands reach up, touching his face, your fingers tracing over his features gently. “Ani…“ You whisper, your voice thick with emotion. “I… I don’t know what to say. You… you make me feel things I’ve never felt before. You make me feel loved, wanted, desired… worshipped.“

He leans into your touch, his eyes closing as he savors the feeling of your fingers on his skin. A small, vulnerable smile tugs at the corners of his lips as he looks at you. “Say you’ll be mine,” he whispers, his voice gruff with emotion. “Say you’ll stay with me, that you’ll be my everything. I need to hear it, I need to know that you want this as much as I do.“

His vulnerability in that moment, so different from the fierce and possessive man he usually is, makes your heart pound even harder. You look into his eyes, seeing the love, the fear, the need in them. You never knew he was capable of such emotion, such passion. “I’ll stay with you,” you murmur, your voice soft yet filled with conviction. “I’ll be yours, yours completely. For as long as you’ll have me.“

He lets out a ragged breath, his body visibly relaxing as your words sink in. The fear, the doubt, that had been lurking in his eyes vanishes, replaced by something wild and primal, something that nearly takes your breath away. “Forever,” he whispers, his voice hoarse and fierce. “I want you forever. I need you forever. You’re mine now, and I’m never letting you go. Together, we will defy the odds, we will fight fate, we will prove that love, true love, can conquer all."

His lips brush against yours, soft and gentle at first, but quickly turning hungry and demanding. His body presses against yours, the heat of his desire like a fever burning through you. The world around you falls away, leaving only you and him, lost in a moment of complete and utter obsession and love. You’re his and he's yours, and nothing else matters.

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supernovaslut · 2 years ago

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Chapter 1: The Bounty

Din Djarin x OC

Word Count: 3.8k

Warnings: MDNI, canon typical violence, Mando being Mando, nothing crazy here since it’s really just exposition

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A low chatter filled the dimly lit bar as Astra wiped down a table. Her dark red hair pulled back into two braids, loose strands tickling her tan cheeks as she turned to welcome a customer.

“Hey, Sully. Usual?” she called to the older man as he entered, earning a wave and a nod.

Astra reached behind the bar and grabbed a bottle of a viscous blue liquid, pouring it into a glass. She slid the glass down the counter to Sully’s awaiting hand.

“Never gets old,” Sully laughed as Astra hopped over the bar with a weightless grace.

“How’s the kid?” Astra asked, turning her back to the man to wash glasses and watch him through the mirror set in between the liquor shelving.

“She got a job shadowing a senator. Can you believe it? My daughter in the Senate … one day. Big things are coming for her,” Sully beamed.

Astra smiled back at him through the mirror, rinsing a cup, “Where are they sending her?”

Sully scoffed, “Hosnian Prime. I get they don’t wanna put all their spice in one freighter, but Hosnian Prime?”

“I hear it’s nice there. Been wanting to visit for Equinox Day,” Astra said, a light giggle leaving her lips.

Sully grumbled, “Why leave Coruscant? The future is happening all around us!”

“Some people just need a change of scenery. Doesn’t have to be permanent,” she placated, setting a glass to the side to dry.

“Maybe,” Sully muttered, downing the rest of his drink, “Thanks, Aradne. Same time tomorrow?”

He tossed a few credits on the bar as Astra nodded at him from the mirror, “Take care, Sully.”

Astra continued to wash the glasses, back to the door. She hummed a tune as she cleaned each glass in a sand-colored top that wrapped around her back, crossed over her chest, and wrapped back around her stomach. Her black pants sat snugly on her hips, but billowed in the legs before cinching over her tattered black boots. Black fabric wrapped up her forearms, a gold chain peeking out from her neck, the end hidden under her top. A jagged scar cut across her eyebrow, stopping just short of her eye. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear as the door opened.

“Be with you in a second,” Astra called. She set the last glass off to dry and spun around to face a tall, shiny man. A Mandalorian, Astra quickly recognized. She hadn’t seen one in … stars, who knew how long? She thought they’d just about all died out.

“Haven’t seen you here before, Shiny. Passing through?” Astra asked as he sat down, his stare bearing down on her through the T-shaped slat in his helmet.

“Something like that,” he finally said, voice modulated. Astra couldn’t help the shiver that ran down her spine. She eyed the Mandalorian warily, a foreboding sense clouding her mind. Something was off with this man.

“What can I get you?” Astra asked, grabbing a towel with her left hand as her right slowly reached under the bartop.

“I’m not here to drink,” the Mandalorian said, cocking his head to the side ever so subtly.

“Then what are you here for? We just got a shipment of Porg meat and the cook makes great Porg kebabs with Jogan fruit. I know it sounds strange, but I promise it’s worth it,” Astra smiled kindly, her beating heart betraying her calm demeanor as her fingers wrapped around the blaster taped under the table.

The Mandalorian tossed a black fob on the bar, its red light beeping wildly. Astra looked between the fob and the Mandalorian, back and forth and back again.

Maker, save me, she thought before whipping the blaster out and taking a shot at the Mandalorian’s head. He ducked out of the way, giving Astra time to grab her satchel beside her, bound over the bar, and fly out the door.

Astra bolted down the street, turning down alleys and flying over obstacles, not daring to look back. The Mandalorian was hot on her trail, albeit a tad less gracefully. Where Astra deftly side-stepped around a barrier, the Mandalorian hurdled over it. Where Astra squeezed between beings, the Mandalorian barreled through them.

Astra slid in through an open door, losing herself within the mass of people in what seemed to be an art exhibition. She reached down to her wrist, pulling back the fabric to reveal a watch-like device. She twisted the rim of it and her hair changed color. She twisted it a few more times, her hair cycling through colors until it settled on a light brown. She pulled the blue-colored contacts out of her eyes, dropping them in a passerby’s drink.

She spotted a tan jacket unattended on a chair back and slid it over her shoulders as she passed, making her way through the back door and out into an alleyway. Astra looked down each end, ensuring the coast was clear before letting out a deep breath, bending over with her hands on her knees.

“Stars above, that was close,” she sighed to herself.

Just as she straightened up, a metal arm swung towards her, slamming her against the wall of the building. Astra groaned as the hand wrapped around her throat, the other grabbing the blaster out of her hand and holding it in place against the wall.

The Mandalorian looked down at her, squeezing her throat just the slightest bit harder. She choked, her free hand reaching up to her neck to try to pry his hand off.

“Please,” Astra croaked, “I can’t go back.”

The Mandalorian’s grip loosened at that. He didn’t know about his bounty’s crime. That was never his business. His job was to retrieve the bounties, no questions asked, and he’d get his reward. That’s how it had always been, until the Child. Everything he upheld in the Guild shattered the second he ran off with the Child not even 2 days ago.

Now, he was in Coruscant, chasing a bounty given to him by the Client that wanted the Child. The Mandalorian knew that the woman pinned to the wall would be useful to him, one way or another.

“What do you mean?” he asked, loosening his grip enough for her to speak.

Astra glared up at the Mandalorian and spit on his helmet, her feet bucking up and pushing out against his armored chest, launching him away from her and into the opposite alley wall. Astra took the chance to run again, speeding down the alley and across the street, her feet pounding against the ground hard and fast.

Astra turned down an alley and slid to a stop just a few away from a 15 foot tall wall blocking her escape. She turned as the Mandalorian stepped into the alley, a hand on his blaster.

“I can bring you in warm … or I can bring you in cold. Your choice,” the Mandalorian threatened.

"Bet you use that line on all the girls, huh?" Astra mocked, backing up till her back hit the wall.

She took a deep breath, closing her eyes. A second passed. Two. She opened them again and turned to the wall on her left, jumping impossibly high up and off the wall, leveraging her up to where she could just reach the top of the barrier wall and pull herself over.

“I really need a jetpack,” the Mandalorian said as he watched her disappear over the wall. He heard her land with a harsh thud as he approached the wall. On the other side, Astra leaned against the wall, her right leg holding her weight as her left hung limply.

“You can run all you want. I’ll still find you,” the Mandalorian warned.

Astra let out a breathy laugh from the other side, “I’d like to see you try, Buckethead!”

Astra pushed herself off the wall and started running awkwardly, her left leg slowing her down tremendously. She hoped the barrier wall would buy her enough time as the Mandalorian would have to run around the whole building to reach the other side. She smiled at the thought.

She miraculously made it around the corner, down the street, and up a fire escape ladder before crouching down on a roof. She looked over the edge, checking if the Mandalorian had seen her.

“Find me now, you dumb, shiny- ah!” Astra’s insults were cut short as a hand grabbed the satchel strap wrapped around her and pulled, her black sliding against the pebbled rooftop and stopping at the Mandalorian’s feet. She spun her body around, ignoring the scratching pain from the rocks under her back and swiping the Mandalorian’s legs out from under him.

Astra scrambled to her feet and ran to the edge of the building.

“Wait!” the Mandalorian cried just as Astra leapt off the building.

The Mandalorian watched with bated breath. The split between the buildings was far too wide to land a jump, especially in her condition, yet the woman soared through the air like a bird taking flight … before harshly landing on the neighboring roof, her weak leg buckling under her, sending her rolling to a sharp stop against a protruding air conditioner unit.

Astra groaned, slowly turning herself skyward, her vision blurring as a shiny metal head came into view. She tried to speak, letters jumbling up in her mouth as the metal man reached down to pick her up.

“I can’t … no,” was all Astra managed before the darkness took her.

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A small girl. Hair wound in braids pinned to her head, her linen dress billowing in the breeze. A large, black figure looms in the distance, men the size of ants growing larger and larger until a hand shoots across, spinning the girl into view. Her green eyes reflect a woman, screaming, her voice muddled in the distance, growing clearer and clearer until–

“Run! Astralis, run! Go, hide now!”

The sound of blaster fire. A black cape, pulsing red light dying in the darkness of the fabric. The cape swallows the girl whole.

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Astra woke with a start, a gasp ripping from her mouth followed by a deep groan. She reached a hand to her throbbing left knee, or at least attempted to until cold metal bit into the skin of her wrist, restricting her motion.

“What the kriff…?” Astra blearily wondered aloud, the fog in her mind clearing with each passing second.

Astra looked around her. Metal, harsh lighting, crates, a small green baby, her satchel. Wait. Astra slowly turned her head back towards the green being, its eyes staring back at her. They were quite large, filled to the brim with black yet they reflected nothing by peacefulness. A light in the darkness.

The child slowly approached her, its eyes never leaving hers. Something tethered between them pulled tight, inching them closer and closer.

“What are you, little one?” she asked, a shackled hand reaching out as much as she could, the child doing the same as he stepped closer. Their fingers were hardly an inch apart before the hiss of a door stole both the child and captive’s attention.

The Mandalorian rushed in, helmet quickly scanning the room before locking on the child, scooping him up.

“I told you to stay out of here,” the Mandalorian hushedly chided.

Astra looked the man up and down, light bouncing off the silver armor that covered his body. Maybe it was because Astra was on the ground, but she hadn’t realized how large and imposing the Mandalorian was, even with a baby in his arms.

“Cute kid,” Astra jibed, earning a slight turn of the Mandalorian’s helmet before he spun around and left the room, the door shutting behind him. Astra sat in the silence, her mind trying to concoct a million escape plans.

She can’t kill him. She’d barely get past the armor unless she used … no. Astra shook her head. Wait. Her head whipped toward her satchel across the room. Some bounty hunter, she thought. Why would he leave her bag in the same room as her? Perhaps to taunt her, thinking she couldn’t possibly break out of her chains. She would prove him wrong.

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An hour later Astra had barely made a scratch on her bonds, finding nothing useful within reach save a piece of chipped wood no larger than her thumb. Maybe the Mandalorian did intend to taunt her, making her struggle uselessly until he dropped her off at the feet of– no. She would make it out of here or she’d die. Anything was better than going back.

The hiss of the door made her jump as she quickly hid the now sharpened wooden shiv in the waistband of her pants. The Mandalorian stepped inside, the door sliding shut behind him. He looked down at Astra, the pitch black visor blocking her from reading her captor’s expressions, leaving her wondering if he’d come to simply check on her or hurt her.

He took a step towards Astra, her frantic mind making her gasp and scoot back involuntarily, eyebrows raised in alarm. He stopped before taking two hesitant steps forward, treating the girl like a wounded animal. He slowly pulled a crate between them before sitting on it, making a point to show his blaster on his hip, at the ready in case she made any sudden movements.

“What do you want?” Astra spoke first, her voice steadier than she expected.

Mando stared back at her. He studied her face, her eyes the color of an aurora where upon their meeting they had been a deep blue. His eyes wandered to her disheveled hair, her natural blonde now that he’d stripped her of anything that wasn’t clothing, including her quick disguise gadget. The deep scar that sliced her eyebrow shifted as the girl looked up at him, a fire in her eyes that betrayed her huddled stance. He was smart to be wary of her. She was not what she seemed.

“What did they offer? I can pay double,” the girl bartered, snapping Mando back to attention.

“No, you can’t,” he answered.

“Ah, so he does speak,” the girl snidely remarked, sticking her chin out as she glared at him. Mando thought of all the questions he needed to ask her, debating which first question would get her to open up fastest.

“Do you know who put the bounty on you?” he finally asked. The girl furrowed her eyebrows, suspicion flooding her mind.

“I’ve got a pretty good guess. What? You need directions? Well, good luck with that,” the girl humorlessly chuckled. Mando stared at her for a long moment, debating whether to show all his cards so soon.

“I’m not turning you in,” he admitted. This got the girl’s attention. “But I need you to answer some questions,” he added, deflating her again.

“Well, I’m not answering anything, Buckethead.” The girl turned her head away from Mando, as if he didn’t matter. As if she wasn’t chained to the wall of his ship in the vast emptiness of space.

“Well, then maybe I will turn you in,” Mando threatened, the impudent girl getting on his nerves.

Astra froze. She thought over how to play the Mandalorian in the same way he was trying to do to her. He was her captor and as much as she wanted to stab her little wooden stake into the fleshy part between his chest plate and helmet, she needed him to get free.

“Fine,” Astra huffed, turning back to the Mandalorian, “But for every question you ask me, I get to ask you one in return.”

“You’re not in a place to be making demands,” the Mandalorian rebuked.

“Then I guess we can sit here and stare at each other,” Astra smiled.

The Mandalorian let out a deep, modulated sigh, “Fine.”

“Ok, well you already asked me a question so it’s my turn,” Astra said before the Mandalorian could fill the silence, “What’s with the green baby?”

Mando looked at her incredulously. This girl was a bounty trapped on a spaceship with a Mandalorian in the middle of space without a clue of what the closest planet might be and her first question is about the Child?

“He’s my ward,” Mando answered simply.

“Really? That’s all I get?” the girl scoffed.

Mando ignored her, asking, “Why is there a bounty on you?”

“I escaped. They didn’t like that,” the girl answered as cryptically as he had.

“Who’s ‘they’?”

“Ah, ah. My turn. Why’d you take me if you’re not planning to turn me in?”

Mando debated how much truth to give her, before realizing if he wanted her help, she needed to trust him, and he didn’t have time to waste with all the other bounty hunters looking for the Child.

“The person who hired me to find you is the same one that wanted the kid. I didn’t let them take the kid … didn’t trust them with him, but just about every bounty hunter in the galaxy is looking for him now, so I need to know what I’m dealing with,” Mando answered.

“And you thought I would be able to point you in the right direction? Sorry, but I’ve never seen anything like him before,” the girl answered, avoiding eye contact.

“But you know what they want from him, don’t you?”

The girl met his gaze, or at least her guess of it, and sighed, “Maybe.”

“I know he’s,” Mando tried to find the right word, “special.”

The girl chuckled, “That’s one way to put it. My turn. What did you do to my leg? I could barely walk by the time you caught me yet it hardly throbs now.”

“It was dislocated. I popped it back in,” he answered.

The girl’s eyes flashed with confusion, suspicion, and something he couldn’t quite place. Something quick in the flash moment that she met his eye. She couldn’t possibly see his eyes, yet he felt she could see right through his helmet.

“Why?”

“It’s my turn now. What do you know of what he is and why they want him?” he asked quickly.

The girl pursed her lips. He could see the gears turning in her mind, planning her next move and the dozen after that. This was a game of chess and she was deciding which pawn to sacrifice and when to strike.

“Why they want him, I don’t know. He’s too young for anything I can think of. As to what he is … he’s force sensitive,” Astra said, careful with every word.

The Mandalorian said nothing for a while.

“You know what the force is, right?”

“Of course I know the force. So, what? He’s a Jedi?”

Astra laughed, “No. He’s just a baby. He has a very strong connection to the force, though. Can’t you feel it?”

The Mandalorian shook his head, “You can?”

Astra stared at him for a long while. “Is that your official question?”

“Who is hunting you?” The Mandalorian shifted.

Astra smiled, “You know who they are.” “I need names.”

“I’ve been in hiding for 3 years. Kept my head down. I’ve seen enough Imperials paraded through Coruscant to know there isn’t much left of the Empire out there and I couldn’t begin to imagine who did survive,” Astra said. She crossed her legs and rested her back against the wall behind her.

“What are you going to do with me after this?” she asked lowly, eyes watching her fiddling fingers.

Mando faltered at that. All of a sudden, she seemed different. Mando wondered how she got her scar.

“I can drop you off somewhere on my way. Though, if they have more bounties on the Child, I’m sure they have more for you, too.”

The girl looked up, her brows furrowed, lips parted like she intended to speak but couldn’t make a sound. She looked back down again.

“I can help you,” she finally spoke.

Mando tilted his head in response.

“I know about the Empire and how they work. I can fight. I can run. I know when to lay low. I’ve survived this long hidden from the galaxy right at the heart of it. I know what the Child is. I can help you find his people … That’s what you want, isn’t it? Or do you plan to raise him yourself?”

“What would you get out of it?” Mando asked.

“Whoever you entrust the Child to would probably be able to help me, too, or at least point me in the right direction. Besides, if there’s a bunch of bounties on me I’d like to have a Mandalorian by my side. Not many of you around anymore,” the girl smiled like she’d just told a secret.

A long silence passed between them before Mando leaned closer, holding a small key up. The girl offered a shackled wrist, hope gleaming in her eyes.

He held the key further back, asking, “You say you’re hiding from the galaxy. Not just the remnants of the Empire. Why?”

The light in Astra’s eyes dimmed. The girl and the Mandalorian stared each other down.

Finally she spoke, “It’s not your turn anymore … What’s your name?”

No answer.

“I can tell you mine first. It’s Astra.”

Still nothing.

“You could lie to me and I'd never know. I’m very probably lying, too,” Astra smiled, a dark glint in her eyes.

The Mandalorian didn’t budge.

“Fine. I guess I’ll have to name you myself if we’re going to be around each other. I like Shiny.”

The Mandalorian sighed before grabbing her wrist and unlocking the cuff. He grabbed her other wrist, stopping to look her dead in the eyes and say, “If you give me any reason not to trust you, you do anything suspicious, you so much as look at the kid the wrong way and I will kill you. Understood?”

Astra swallowed. She knew she should be fearful of this large, metal bounty hunter, but for some reason she knew she could trust him. She knew little of the Mandalorians, but she knew they valued honor and she doubted anyone risking their life for a child that isn’t theirs could be an awful person.

“Understood … Shiny,” Astra smiled. Mando unlocked the other cuff and stood, stepping back a few steps.

Astra reached into her wrist and pulled out the wooden stake, flicking it across the room, “See? Unarmed. Completely trustworthy.”

Mando tilted his head to the side. He had a feeling he’d come to regret this.

“You can sleep wherever. Stay out of my room. Don’t touch anything.”

“Yes, mother,” Astra quipped.

“We should be arriving in about 7 hours,” Mando turned towards the door.

“Where are we going?” Astra called after him as the door opened.

He ignored her and walked away, the door closing behind him.

Astra shook her head, “Great chat, Shiny. Really great. I’ll just sleep on the floor or … some crates.” Astra looked around the room and sighed. What had she gotten herself into?

She picked up her satchel, dumping it on the floor to check its contents. Out tumbled her blaster, some credits, a ration pack, but what interested her most was the item that rolled across the floor, stopping at a crate. She bent over and picked it up, feeling the ridges of the handle. The lightsaber was silver with rings of red interspersed and three tally marks etched into the metal. She powered it on and the room glowed red.

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mandos-mind-trick · 2 years ago

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Instinct - Part 9

Pairing: Din Djarin x OC

Warnings: Some violence, PTSD, Boba being Boba.

A/N: Wow, two in one week. I’m super inspired so maybe more?

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She grunts as she hits the ground once more. She’s covered in dirt and grass stains, her muscles aching with every impact. Training with Fennec on Tatooine had been hard, even with her pulling her punches.

Din doesn’t hold back.

“No one’s going to go easy on you just because you’re a woman.” He says, circling her as she pushes herself back to her feet. She’s tired and sore, the sun close to setting. They’d been at this all day. “If they want to hurt you, they will. That’s why you need to learn to defend yourself. Why you need to learn to tap into those omega instincts.”

“I told you I don’t know how.” She says, pushing herself up to stand, brushing grass off her pants.

“If you feel threatened, your omega will defend you.” He stills facing her, her back to the ship.

“Well, maybe I just don’t feel threatened by you.” She huffs, getting tired of his constant warnings, his constant reminders that her omega should protect her.

She can practically see the change in him with her words. His shoulders tense, squaring up, hands clenched into fists at his sides. He looks ready to spring at any moment. This must be what his quarries see when he’s hunting. A prime alpha ready to catch its prey. Her omega shifts inside her, telling her to turn tail and run.

She makes it around the side of the ship, heading for the treeline when he reaches her. His arms slip around her, lifting her feet off the ground. She lets out a yelp, her back hitting the grass once more.

He drops over her, caging her in with his arms. “Running’s good, but it only helps if you can get away.”

She makes a face. “I told you, I don’t know how to do this.”

He leans down, pressing his helmet against her forehead. “You need to know. What if I’m not there to protect you?”

She gives him a grin. “Then you’ll just have to make sure you are.”

She squeals as he wraps his arms around her, lifting her off the ground with ease.

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His fingers brush her side again, running over the blaster tucked under her shirt. There’s a vibroblade tucked into her boot, and another up her sleeve. He’s a bit apprehensive about bringing her along, but he knows he can’t keep her shut in the ship all the time. Plus, this should be an easy hunt. It’s a decently sized city with plenty of eyes. It’s not a place where things like this happen often, so he’s less worried about something happening to her.

“Don’t engage unless you have to.” He says, eyes sweeping over the busy street. “He likely won’t be alone.”

“I don’t even remember what this guy looks like.” Kai says, warily looking at every passing face.

“Hopefully he doesn’t remember you.” Din says, making his way towards the cantina where his quarry is said to frequent.

He stops in an alley facing the cantina doors, leaning against the wall. Kai leans next to him with a sigh. She’s a bit nervous. She’s never been on a hunt before, much less one that’s for someone that has a history with her. It’s exciting, but it’s also terrifying.

“How long do you think?” She asks, looking up at Din. His gaze is turned towards the cantina.

“Don’t know.” He answers. “He’s either inside already, or he’ll be arriving soon.”

“And so we wait.” She says. It’s not much of a question. She knows going inside would be too much of a giveaway. The man would likely bolt as soon as he saw them. They had to be sneaky about this. The less of a scene they could cause, the better.

She sighs again as she leans against the wall, fiddling with the hem of her shirt. It was going to be a long wait. If he was already inside, he’d likely be there for a while. Din is practically unmoving next to her, like a predator stalking prey. He could stand for hours doing nothing. She was not used to that. She feels antsy, like she needs to do something.

Din tenses next to her, a subtle movement, but she picks it up. She stands up a little straighter, peeking around him. “There.” He says, nodding towards a group that’s entering the cantina.

“That’s a lot of them.” She says, counting six total. “What do we do?”

“Wait.” He says. “Give them time to settle in.”

Kai lets out a sigh, leaning against the wall once more. “Is every hunt like this?” She asks.

“No.” He says, still facing the cantina. “Not all of them are this easy to find, either.”

Kai looks up, studying the blue sky. It’s nice to be outside, breathing fresh air. She takes in a deep breath, letting the exhale extend as she closes her eyes.

“Everything okay?” Din asks, glancing over his shoulder at her.

“Yeah.” She says, opening her eyes once more. “Just nice to be outside. I do miss Tatooine sometimes, but I don’t miss the heat.”

“We could go back.” He says, facing the cantina once more. “Just say the word, and we’ll leave this and go back.”

Kai stares at his back for a long time. Part of her wants to say it. Part of her wants to go back, be with Boba and Fennec where it’s safe. She knows, though, they can’t give up yet. These men did horrible things to her and she can’t be the only one. She won’t be the only one if they don’t stop them.

Din tenses again, hand falling to his waist. Kai peeks around him again, five of the men that had entered the cantina with their target have exited, blasters in hand as they look around.

“Someone must have tipped him off.” Din says, gripping her arm. “Get back to the Crest. Comm me when you get there.”

Kai wants to argue, but she knows she’ll only be a liability in this fight. She can’t fight. She’s a decent shot, but that won’t do much good here.

“Go.” Din almost commands, his alpha creeping into the edges of his voice.

Kai has no choice but to turn, making her way down the alley. She keeps her pace quick, but she doesn’t run, not wanting to draw attention to herself. The last thing she needed to do was draw attention, causing more trouble than Din probably was.

The sound of blaster fire has her pace stuttering a bit. Those still on the street look around, looking for the source.

Things like this don’t happen here.

Din had told her that when he’d said she could come with him. This was a decent place, where fights didn’t break out constantly on the street. Perfect cover for someone looking to hide something dark.

Kai picks up her pace even more, trying to calm her breathing. The quicker she could get back to the ship, the sooner she could relax. She could comm Din, hear his voice, make sure he’s alright. She trusts him and his abilities, but five against one...those weren’t exactly favorable odds. He’d been in worse situations, though. He’d told her a bit about his adventures before he’d met her. He’d made it with worse odds.

Maybe they should go back to Tatooine. Maybe this was a bad idea.

Kai turns a street corner, picking up her pace even more as she sees the spaceport in front of her. She’s given up calming her breathing, feeling something tickling in the back of her mind. There had only been five that came out of the cantina. Where was the other one?

Kai stops dead in her tracks as she approaches the Crest. Leaning against the side of the ship is a light-haired man. He’s leaning casually, like he was waiting for someone to arrive. Her stomach clenches, her breath catching in her throat. Her hand slowly lifts, reaching for her blaster.

“This isn’t what I was expecting.” He says, tilting his head at her. “When the bartender tipped us off that a Mandalorian was looking for us, I didn’t expect it to be because of this.” He looks her over, making her skin crawl. “You probably don’t remember much. You were drugged out of your mind, but I remember you. You’ve grown up since then.”

He pushes himself away from the Crest, taking a couple steps towards her. Kai’s hand is on her blaster, ready to draw it, but she can’t seem to.

“Still a scared little omega.” He says, the title coming from him making her shudder in disgust. It feels wrong, hearing someone like him say it.

Run.

Her brain is screaming it. She can’t fight, she can’t even get her hand to draw her blaster. Running was what omegas did. It was their first defense. She’s in an open space. She can get back to the exit quickly. There’s people on the streets, crowds she could hide in. Wait until Din found her or found the man.

She turns, ready to run. He’s faster than she is, her back slamming against the side of the ship as he grips her chin in his hand. He leans into her, his breath washing over her face. She’s starting to panic a bit. She feels trapped, stuck.

Her hands close around his wrist, fingers trying to dig into his skin. “Let go.” She’s panicking, feeling closed in as his other hand rests on the ship beside her head. “Let go!” She yells, struggling against him, but he doesn’t let up.

Suddenly she’s not in the spaceport anymore. She’s not staring at a stranger. She knows him. She remembers him. She can see him, she can see all of them. The faces of every man who had hurt her, every one of them that had taken advantage of her. She can remember every single one of them, all of them flashing through her mind.

A sudden, strange calm feeling begins to wash over her, her panic abating. She feels warm and light, almost like she’s watching everything unfold from outside her body. It feels good. She feels safe.

It surprises both of them when she rears back, driving both of her feet into his chest. It’s a strong enough hit to have him stumbling back. She drops on her side on the hard ground, but it doesn’t seem to phase her. She’s on her feet almost instantly, rushing at him. He doesn't have time to block her or move, her shoulder driving right into his stomach. He grunts, hitting the ground hard.

He barely has time to roll away from her elbow as it drops, aimed for his neck. She grabs a handful of his hair, yanking him back onto his back. He yells out, hands scrambling for his blaster, but she’s faster. She’s on top of him, a blaster pointed right at his face. He doesn't have time to react, can’t even get a word out before she fires.

“Kai-”

She lifts the blaster at the approaching figure, firing. It takes him by surprise, bouncing off his helmet.

“Kai, stop!” He calls out, but she fires again. He’s ready this time, dodging it.

He rushes her, doing the only thing he can think of. He tackles her to the ground, her back hitting the ground hard, but he doesn’t have time to think about that. He wraps his arms around her, trying to keep her still.

“Stop.” He says, putting as much of his alpha in his voice as he can. “Enough.”

Her fighting stills, her body shuddering before going lax in his arms. Her head falls back, baring her throat to him in submission. He hates himself as he watches her, removing his hand from the back of her neck.

Boba had been right. Her omega is strong. Strong and out of control.

He gently strokes the back of her head as she whimpers quietly, nuzzling against him, trying to reach his neck. “It’s alright.” He soothes her, trying to push as much of his scent forward as he can. He hates doing it, but he had seen the intensity of her gaze when she’d looked at him. There was no one there but her omega. Nothing but pure instinct driving her forward.

He wishes he knew more about omegas. More about how to help her.

There still are some who could help.

He pushes the thought from his head. It would be a risk. He knows he’ll have to face it eventually, but he doesn’t want to do that to her. Not right now, when she was in such a delicate space.

He stands, holding her in his arms. The sun is setting, painting the sky above them a bright orange. She’s limp, riding the wave of calm he had forced into her. He ignores the body behind him, carrying her into the ship, closing the ramp behind him.

He lays her in the makeshift nest, wrapping her in his cloak. She reaches for him as he pulls away, mumbling incoherently. “I’ll be right back.” He says, squeezing her shoulder gently. He climbs up to the cockpit, not letting his shoulders relax until they’re in hyperspace.

He climbs back down to the hull, stripping off his armor. He tries not to think about all the things that had gone through his head when she didn’t comm him. He had been terrified, thinking maybe she had been taken again, or worse. He feels sick to his stomach at the thought. He strips out of his flight suit, crawling into the nest beside her, wrapping his arms around her.

****

“I saw them. I saw all of them.”

Din wakes abruptly, disoriented. He didn’t remember falling asleep. He hadn’t meant to. The spot next to him is vacant, but still warm. The blanket is still tossed over him, but his cloak is missing.

“I remember their faces.”

His gaze is drawn down towards his feet, towards the end of the nest. Kai is sitting there, wrapped in his cloak. The faint blue of a holoprojector is lighting the hull of the crest.

“How many have you found?” Boba’s gruff voice reaches his ears.

“Just the two.” She says, sniffling. “I killed him.”

“He would have killed you just as quickly. Or worse.”

Kai sniffles again. “I shot him.”

“You did what you had to. You’ve saved a lot of lives by doing it. People always get what they deserve eventually. Sometimes it’s a blaster bolt to the head. You did good, ad’ika. Let me know when you get where you’re going next.”

Kai nods. “Okay.”

Her shoulders slump a bit as the blue glow of the holoprojector disappears. She sets it down with a clank on the metal floor, letting out a shaky breath.

“It’s quite a feat, you know,” He says quietly.

She turns to face him, red rimmed eyes meeting his. “What?”

“When I started bounty hunting, I heard stories about the famed hunter Boba Fett. How ruthless and bloodthirsty he was. How sometimes his quarries would turn themselves in to avoid having a run in with him. Yet here you are, just a little omega, turning him soft.”

Kai scoffs. “I don’t think he’s going soft. I think he’s just getting old.”

Din wraps an arm around her waist, tugging her back so she’s laying next to him. “We’re close in age, you know.”

She pokes his cheek. “Then that means you’re old too.”

He playfully grumbles, wrapping his arms around her. She settles into his hold, nuzzling her face into his neck. He rubs her back gently, tilting his head back a bit to allow her to scent him.

“Are you okay?” He asks, not wanting to bring up anything that she might not be ready to talk about yet, but he needs to ask.

Her body stills, a shaky breath fanning across the skin of his throat. “I saw them. I saw all of them. Somehow...somehow I remember...”

He tightens his hold around her. “I’m sorry you had to do that. I didn’t think...somehow he found out.”

“The bartender at the cantina tipped him off.” She says. “Found out somehow.” She presses closer to him. “What if they all know? What if someone’s told them?”

“That’s a risk we have to take.” He says. “They do have connections, or at least they all did at one point. Eventually they’re going to start taking notice.”

Kai is quiet for a moment, so quiet he thinks she’s fallen asleep. Her breaths are steady against his skin, her own skin warm where it’s pressed against him. “Would you really go back?”

He hums, pressing his face against her hair.

“To Tatooine?”

“All you have to do is ask.” He murmurs against the top of her head.

She should ask. She knows it. She should stop this now, before it really gets dangerous. Still, there’s something in the back of her mind, something telling her to keep going. Something telling her to wipe them all out, once and for all.

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