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Heyyyyy ... Hope you're doing well. You were my #1 Mandalorian blog when s2 was airing (not saying like youse been replaced or something) and it was fun seeing your takes (whether I agreed with them or not.) Not a SW fan (big Mando fan) here hence, u know past tense. Eh. Anyway, just wanted to wish you a nice day :3

thank you!!!!!! I’ll be around for book of boba and mando s3 too so maybe I’ll see u around then :)

[guess-my-next-obsession]

The Mandalorian and The Corellian

Chapter One: The Deal

pairing: din djarin x corellian!reader

summary: needing repairs for his new N-1 ship, Din emergency lands on Tatooine. by sheer luck and coincidence does he stumble upon you, a master mechanic from Corellia. he accepts a proposition from you in exchange for fixing up his starfighter, and just like that—it begins.

warnings: star wars stuff, takes place after BOBF so spoilers for that?? sorta??, all in all just a cute little first chapter. all of the feelings to come eventually.

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Din wasn’t happy. His speed rocket of a starfighter taking an unexpected hit from an asteroid forcing him to land on one of his least favorite planets—Tatooine. Though he’d more than earned his respect in the outlaw desert-world of a planet, it still was never a smooth trip.

“What do you say we pay our friends a visit?” Mando landed the ship near Mos Espa, sighing as he thought about the long and hard fight he helped fight in order for Boba Fett to remain unchallenged. “Remember last time we were here?”

The child cooed as his father-figure raised the roof off their pods, lifting him from his seat and holding him in one arm as he hopped down from the jet. He slowly marched into town, studying the peacefulness carefully as he made his way to the palace.

“Mando,” Fennec greeted as she hung outside of the palace, a smirk on her face as she walked up to the Mandalorian. She lowered her eyes to the kid and smiled at it, watching its big eyes as they blinked at her. “Just visiting?”

“No,” He began following her as she walked to the Cantina, placing Grogu into his satchel and hiding him behind his cape. “My N-1 needs some work. I don’t imagine you know anyone that knows how to work on a Galactic-era starfighter?”

“It must be your lucky day, Mando.” She turned around while they stood at the bar, pointing over at you sitting in a booth all by yourself, tossing back your drinks with ease. “Y/N is new to town, but she’s Corellian, so anything she touches turns to gold.”

“Is she…can I trust her with the kid—with Grogu?” He asked, slightly hating the way he hadn’t been able to hide his emotions since the kid came into his life. Fennec nodded and gave him a sincere look, making him take a deep breath. “Well, if you’ll excuse me.”

“Should I let Fett know you’re in town?” She called out as he strutted away.

“I’ll make my way over,” He replied as he reached your table. You eyed him carefully as he stepped over, standing tall by your table. “I’m told you know how to work on a N-1.”

“I’ve never seen an N-1.” You replied, lowering your drink from your lips and giving him a once over. “Although, I’ve also never seen a Mandalorian.”

“There’s a first time for everything.” He quipped back, taking a seat in front of you. “Listen, I’m prepared to pay…if you can give it a shot.”

“Alright, I’ll take a look…but,” You sat forward, resting your elbows on the table and crossing your arms. “I need an escort out of the Outer Belt.”

“Where exactly?” He asked begrudgingly.

“Corellia.” You gestured at yourself and answered dryly, as though it was obvious. Din rolled his eyes inside his helmet and sighed.

“That’s a long trip. My ship…it’s too small.”

“I have my own ship, Mandalorian. I just need an extra set of eyes…or two.” Din reached to cover up Grogu, but when he reached for him, he wasn’t there. He panicked and looked around, only to see Grogu climbing onto your lap. “Well, hello there. Is this your…food…pet?”

“He’s…listen, I’ll escort you on your trip. Just—go and look at the ship.” You chuckled at his fluster and handed the kid back over, standing up.

“Lead the way.”

•••

“Dank ferrik…this can’t be the original model,” You complimented as you ghosted your fingers across the perfect chrome exterior.

“No, it was a rebuild by myself and a friend.” He stood still as he watched you lean into the wounded turbine, getting a better look. Your brows laced together as you reached in, pulling out debris and throwing it into the desert behind you.

“Peli?” You asked over the sound of asteroid rocks being ripped out.

“Uh, yeah. Do you know her?” He stepped forward, joining you by the wounded turbine to watch what you were doing more carefully.

“I do. She’s a friend.” You sighed as you extracted the final bit of shrapnel from the turbine, spinning it and watching it move with ease. “Why didn’t you go to her?”

“It always ends up costing me,” He tried his hand at a joke but you only looked up at him with a squinted expression, your hand covering your eyes from the brightness of the suns. “And mostly because she’d blast me if I brought it back in this state.”

“Yeah, she’s a feisty one. Well, Mando—can I call you Mando?” You asked, watching his helmet tip down in a subtle nod. “Mando, I won’t blast you or charge you for this. Should be a relatively easy fix. I only ask that you keep your end of the deal once I get this baby back up in the air.”

“You have my word.” He nodded again and held his gloved hand out for you to shake, you accepting it with an amused smirk.

“So who’s the kid…your kid?” You asked, walking back into the town and over to your little hut/shop to grab tools. Mando followed closely behind, the kid cooing to be let free from his secure hold.

“Not…not biologically. But yes, he is a foundling trusted in my care.” You chuckled at his attempt at sounding stern, hearing his words laced thick with concern for the child.

“I was going to ask how you managed to…procreate given,” You turned back and looked him up and down with a grin. He looked good, granted you didn’t even know if he was human. “Everything.”

“There are ways.” He defended quickly, earning another surprised laugh from you. “Not—not that I’ve…I just know that it is possible. For Mandalorians.”

“What’s the fun if you can’t even see your lovers eyes as they make love to you?” You pondered romantically, clutching your heart as you spun around and walked backwards through the desert-town. You couldn’t see a thing past his helmet, but somehow you could almost feel his lip twitch in response, your eyes dropping to watch as his fingers clenched into a fist before releasing. “Though, I suppose it may add to the whole experience.”

“Will it be this way the entire trip to Corellia? If so, we may need to renegotiate our terms.” He was so serious, and you were so…not. It was funny to make him flustered, but you truly did need to return home.

It had been far too long since you’d been back. The moment your cousin, Han Solo, left the planet, you decided that you wanted to, too. You were only 14 when you stowed away in his ship, waiting until he was deep into space before making your appearance, scaring both him and his Wookie friend. Somehow, he’d agreed to let you stick around, and you’ve been floating around the Outer-Rim ever since. Now, ten years later, you felt a calling to go back to your home planet and reconnect—if there was anyone still left to reconnect with.

“No, I’ll stop.” You turned back around as you approached your door, it’s metal sliding open as you stepped up to the identifier. The Mandalorian stood still outside of your home as you entered, causing you to turn back. “Would you like to come in?”

“No, I’m fine.” You raised your hands in apology and continued inside, grabbing your toolkit and a few parts you noticed needed replacements. Throwing the heavy bag over your shoulder and grabbing your toolbox, you headed back out, the door locking behind you. Din felt guilty watching someone of your size have to carry so much, and reached out his hand for the bag. “I can help,”

“Believe it or not, I’ve got it.” You shot him a smirk over your shoulder and continued walking. Din took in a sharp and subtle breath as he watched you carry on so independently. He’d never met a woman so…stubborn. “Have you always been so stoic?”

“Have you always been so nosy?” He countered, watching as you grinned in shock at him, nodding in approval.

“Fair.” You chuckled and shrugged the bag off your shoulder as you reached the ship. You set your toolbox down by the turbine and watched as The Mandalorian stood still, watching you. “Are you…going to stay here and watch me the entire time?”

“I figured.” He responded, mimicking your dry tone. You chuckled again and shook your head—you were certainly in for an interesting time on the way to Corellia.

“Well, make yourself comfortable.” You gestured at the dry sand around the ship, Mando remaining still. “Or…not.”

“Is there any discreet lodging in the town?” He asked after a moment.

“Didn’t I see you with Fennec? I’m sure if you’re good with her, you can stay anywhere.” You spoke over the sounded of clunking.

“If I show face too much around, somebody will ask for my help. I don’t have much desire to help anymore than I need to.” You chuckled at his words, imagining the stories the Mandalorian must be able to tell, though you couldn’t imagine him sharing any.

“You can stay at my place. As long as the kid doesn’t try to kill me in my sleep.” You joked and walked around the turbine to watch as the Mandalorian sat in the sand with the child, watching his green friend as he stumbled around. “So what’s a ‘foundling’?”

“As a Mandalorian, I’m sworn in creed to care for him. But…he means more than that.” He replied, watching as the kid walked back to him and onto his lap.

“He seems to love you.” You spoke softly, dropping your usual sarcastic and flippant tone. Mando’s helmet tilted as he looked up at you wiping the grease off your hands. “Uh, it should be fixed.”

“That fast?” He stood up with Grogu cradled in his arm, walking over to inspect the turbine. “This looks brand new.”

“It’s in my blood.” You shrugged and gestured to the cockpit. “Start her up.”

“Do you mind?” He offered you the kid and you hesitantly accepted him, holding him on your hip as Din climbed into the cockpit and turned on the engine, it running flawlessly. He shook his helmet and grinned behind it, impressed and, if he was being honest with himself, a bit attracted to your skill. He shut it off and climbed out, nodding and accepting the child back. “Are you sure I can’t pay you?”

“No, no. Just remember the deal. We leave first thing in the morning.” You wagged your finger at him and watched him tip his helmet in agreement. “Well, let’s get you two settled at my place.”

“Let me drop the ship off with Peli…now that she can’t scold me for wrecking it.” You could’ve sworn he laughed, but it must not have came out through his modulator. Either way, you chuckled and nodded. Watching as him and the kid took off towards the hangars.

At least you now had time to tidy up your hole in the wall, hating yourself as you jogged back into town for wanting to impress a man of all things. If Han taught you anything, it was to never try to impress a man—they’re far too undeserving and stupid to notice. Though, something in your gut told you that perhaps this man—this Mandalorian—was different. Perhaps he was neither undeserving or stupid, and perhaps that was the scariest thing about him.

[badger-writes]

i know a lot of people were rolling their eyes at Din getting this week’s ep all to himself but I honestly thought it nested pretty well as a microcosm of the show’s core themes within the larger structure of the season. especially considering boba had to go through years’ worth of hardening his heart to his own trauma and to people trying to use him and only recently started to heal and recontextualize who he is and what he wants and who he wants to surround himself with, plus I thought it was really kind of profound that he and Pelli and Fennec were reaching out to Din just as he’s about to start down the kind of path that produces people like Boba Fett over something as petty as winding up in the way of Pre and the Armorer’s ambitions. 

so yeah, in hindsight I think it was really important that we got that context on that moment in Din’s life at the point in the season where we got it, especially when you can put something like Din almost getting murdered in a rigged duel and then summarily excommunicated from the covert in contrast to Boba building his own ‘tribe’ on a foundation of mutual respect and fair compensation. I think it made a lot of sense to put it in the season when they did and I hope the plot threads BoBF is seeding for Mando S3 means Temuera and Ming-Na are going to be sticking around SW shows for a good long while (fingers crossed!)

[kingapathyiii]

Ahh philosophy, that’s awesome! If i ever have the opportunity to get another degree later in life id definitely like to study that! Seems like an interesting match w religion studies! And YES attack of the clones is 👏 the 👏 best 👏prequels 👏 movie 👏 periodt. Lol i think the whole star wars fandom is dying to see that kenobi trailer 😭 are you also into mandalorian / book of boba fett? Have a nice day! ✌️ -🎅

ty!!! i’m so excited for it 😁 the plan rn is religion studies minor but i’m also thinking about maybe polisci? unsure tho. U HAVE AMAZING TASTE !!!! aotc IS the best prequels movie no1 else gets it except us… i like the mandalorian but i need to catch up 😢 i’m like halfway thru season 2 i think? but the person i steal d*sney pl*s from stopped paying for it and i’m too lazy to pirate it rn djdkd AND IM EXCITED FOR THE BOOK OF BOBA FETT god i need to watch temura morrison be a sexy badass . i need it . (and also my fingers are so crossed for clone cameos in kenobi since kenobi and bobf filmed at the same time)

who is YOUR fav character btw ?? either in the prequels or just in general ?? i does is have to know!!! and you have a nice day too!!!!