#gar saxon x reader

[zoeykallus]

Hi Zoey,

Would you like to do a Spicy One shot or Spicy Headcanon on Gar Saxon (Clone Wars version) x Reader.

He's a character that I really appreciate on the Mandalorian side and we see very few Fic on him.

I love your writing and I thought you would have a good idea for this character. 😍

Thank you so much.😁

Aloha!

I don't know much about this guy, only the few times we see him in TCW and Rebels. But I'd love to dive in and make my very own wild guess. Let me start with some basic HCs to get a feel for this guy 😊

Gar Saxon - Spicy Headcanons

Warnings: Suggestive/Mention Of Sexual Activities, Kinks And Such/Dominance/18+

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This man is tough, unyielding, dangerous, a warrior. But he is not only passionate in battle. A look under the surface also shows that he feels intensely once you open his shell. But don't be fooled, he is still Gar Saxon, he is in control.

How he approaches you, the object of desire:

Once you have aroused his interest, be prepared that he is very engaging. He romances you in quite a demanding way. He is very direct, and be aware, he is full of himself. Gar does not hide what he wants, and what he wants is you. He flirts intensely and bluntly, approaches you, small touches underline his interest, just like his deep, slightly smoky tone he uses. He is a seducer.

Don't play shy or disinterested for too long, Gar is not of the patient kind. For a few weeks he may play the game, woo you, flirt, compliment you, but eventually frustration sets in, and he flirts with others in your presence to show you that he can theoretically have whoever he wants.

Dom/Sub/Switch?

Gar is not a switch. He is in control at all times. The dominant role is where he feels comfortable, when he has you under control, and you are writhing in ecstasy. He loves it when you adore him, act submissive and read his every wish from his lips.

Rough Or Soft?

Gar can actually do, and enjoy both. Even in his dominant role, he can be gentle with you. But either way, one of the first things you two discuss regarding your intimacies is a safe-word, just in case.

Selfish Or Generous?

In fact, he's a bit of both, even if he enjoys your submissiveness and is sometimes a bit condescending, degrading even, it's all part of the game. Foreplay is long, extensive, and even if he is in control, you can count on having at least one orgasm during foreplay alone. He'll never surrender control, but he won't let you fall short either.

Foreplay:

Gar is anything but lazy, the more he can drive you out of your mind, the better. He enjoys that power he has over you as he licks out your pussy, and you moan, squirm and barely hold on to yourself. There are days when he fingers and licks you until you can't cum anymore, and almost beg him to stop.

Favorite position:

Practically any pose in which he is dominant. However, he prefers to have you under him, your feet on his shoulders, your knees pressed down almost to your own shoulders, practically folded under him. In this pose, he feels like he can penetrate you especially deeply and have you completely under his control.

Kinks:

Praise-Kink when you look up at him, on your knees, about to give him a proper blowjob, and tell him how wonderful his cock is. Or you're lying under him and moaning in his ear how perfectly he takes you, it's like balm for his soul, spurring him on and increasing his arousal.

Dom/sub kink, as mentioned before, he likes to be very dominant and likes it when you submit to him erotically, playfully. Just to make one thing clear, he does not expect this submission from you in everyday life, only in bed it brings the extra kick. In this context, he also likes to tie you up,

Dirty talk turns him on, if you have it in you to talk submissively but suggestively, to offer yourself to him verbally as well, you have him in the mood immediately, from 0 to 100 in just a few words.

Sexdrive:

Very high, way above average. It can happen at any time, in almost any place, that he suddenly gets in touch with you. It's not necessarily a kink, but he doesn't mind doing it in public places. He doesn't really mind if you get caught either.

His Love Language:

Protection. One of the greatest labors of love he gives you is his protection. He will stand up to anything and anyone if necessary, for him, it is a matter of honor to protect the beloved partner at any cost. But it does not always have to be a matter of life or death. Anyone who dares to even look at you wrong or get the stupid idea to say something foul to you, should quickly seek the distance.

Attention is another sign, Gar has a certain arrogance about him, but he listens too, you certainly do not always agree, but he will never ignore you.

Gifts. He brings you something from every trip he has to make without you, from every battle. Sometimes it's small gestures that just show you he's thinking of you, but sometimes it's very special, expensive things.

Jealousy:

Gar is probably one of the most jealous people you will ever meet, maybe even the most jealous. He checks every person who comes near you carefully, keeping an eye on everything. When you go out alone, you always have an escort breathing down your neck to keep an eye on you, just in case.

He claims that this is not about the trust he has in you, but about the fact that he does not trust others whom you might meet. Should someone hit on you, it will be stopped very quickly, even with violence, Gar does not hold back. Admirers should be very, very careful if they want to stay alive.

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AC:

As I said, I don't know too much about Saxon, but this is what my mid came up with, reviewing what I saw/heard/read about him. I hope that's not too far from what you imagined.

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[thesquireinvictus]

The confusion I have is that, when you actually look at (just Anglo-Saxon) runic inscriptions, you find that some of what's written out is not attested to in any regular explanation of the runes that I've been able to find...

What is going on here, for instance?

F · U · Th (irregular) · "O" · R · C · G · W · H · N · I · J · Ï · P · X · S · T · B · E · M · L · NG · D · Oo & Oh · A · Ae · Ye · ea · Y (consonant) And then - Gar · ? · G · A · R · Y · U (irregular) · R · ? · possibly Gar again? · looks like a ᛉ (K/X/Ch) · A · Y (consonant)

It looks to be an abecedarium, with unusual letters reserved for the bottom row (?) where their pronunciation is spelled out. But what are all the mystery symbols?! What does third row, second rune (3.2) mean? It seems to indicate something like "=" because it tells the reader that the preceding "gar" rune is being spelled out phonetically in the three following runes "g a r," and again in 3.6-8, "Y u r," Yur, another pronunciation of gar. But then what does the same mystery symbol mean at 3.9? And is 3.11 a ᛉ? Why isn't that in the main alphabet above, since it's well attested? Does the script keep going, or it it lost?

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Another Long Night of Writing!

The next Long Night of Writing hosted by @maybege is tomorrow! Here’s my plan for the day/night:

1. Keep working on Prey (Darth Maul X Reader)

2. Continue writing the outline for Dirty Jazz, Pretty Princess, (Boba Fett X Reader; Modern! Crimeboss/Mafia AU)

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[anne-sakaura]

Gar and Annu Twilus (my OC, jedi knight who disguises as a Mandarolian Super Comando's member, Lilly Den)

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[wac-47]

no more cold mornings

pairing: gar saxon x reader

rating: pg

warnings: none!! unless u count sickeningly sweet fluff

word count: ~400

a/n: first fic first fic first fic i love handsome squidward aka gar saxon

Waking up has its usual drag. The absence of light as you blunder through hyperspace--on your way to your next mission. Toes curling as your feet hit the cold durasteel floor of your quarters. Hands tucked into your armpits. Arms squeezing your ribcage as tight as possible.

But today? It’s a bit unusual. You’re not cold--far from it. Warmth is lulling you back to sleep like the whisper of a mother’s singing. You’d sink back into oblivion, except your eyes shoot open to the fact that you feel the breath of someone else on the top of your head.

Your head in the crook of a neck that’s corded with muscle. Rough, callused hands tucked under your shirt and warming the skin on your hips. Thick biceps that hug you to a broad, bare chest covered in the white slashes of old scars and the puckered skin from blaster wounds. 

If the handsome face didn’t give him away, you’d know from his body that you’re in the same bed as Gar Saxon. 

Last night floods into your mind. The confrontation. The bruising kiss. The embrace. The secrets shared in the dark of his quarters.

Sinking back into his hold, you let out a dreamy sigh. His arms tighten around you. Propping your chin on his pectoral, you can’t fight the smile that worms onto your face. He looks so peaceful, his features clear of the pinch of worry shown through the wrinkles of his brow. His lips--usually pursed--are plump and lovely, and you feel desire slither its way up your spine. If you scoot a little closer, you could wake him up with a kiss.

You’re too late. Gray eyes meet yours, and that wrinkle on his brow is back. 

“What are you staring at?” His voice--oh, his voice. So raspy, so deep. So rich. Like the chocolates you would steal from the kitchen as a youngling. Your smile widens.

“You don’t look like you have a blaster up your ass when you’re asleep.” He blinks at your words, processing them for a moment, before rolling over--laying all of his weight on top of you. Thumping his sides, you laugh as he’s a deadweight on top of you. 

“Gar! Get off!” He relents, sighing as he lands on his back. Turning towards you, a beautiful smile is aimed at you, and you can’t help but grin back at him.

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Not the Only Ones

"Your Gravity Holds Me Down" Chapter 2

Din Djarin X Fem!Reader

Summary- Din asks you about your parents and you are finally able to see what is on that data stick.

A/N- While there is a tab bit of divergence,I tried to keep the story to canon timeline. So there could possibly be some spoilers if you are currently watching Rebels, but nothing too shocking. Also I just found out that Fenn Rau will be in The Mandalorian season 3 and I am chuffed to bits!

Chapter Warnings: None, this is a slow burn, babes.

You both turn to look at eachother, not that you would be able to see his expression through the helmet. Din is expecting to find you shocked, but what he sees surprises him, there is no reaction. No panic, no excitement, nothing. Yarya extends her hand to give you back the metal. 

“Ok, so what does this even mean? The Pykes stole a historic artifact, what else is new?” You ask as you take the cold lump of beskar from her hands. 

“Well, that’s the thing. This was only made around 15 years ago,” Yarya explains.

That… that’s not possible. That would mean that it was created after the siege of Mandalore and the Great Purge. After all of the Protectors, except for your father, were slaughtered by the Gar Saxon and his warriors. As the memories come flooding in, you feel tears begin to well up in your eyes. No! You will not do this here, not now. 

You take a deep breath to calm yourself, you feel Din’s hand brushes yours. This is his silent way of telling you that he’s there for you. He understands what you are feeling, his people were also murdered. 

“Do you think—” 

“It means that the Protectors still live,” you answer Yarya’s question before she can even finish it. 

“And if it is true, that there are still some Protectors alive, what do the Pykes even want with this?” Mando asks. 

“That I don’t know,” Yarya replies,” but if they are somehow caught up in all of this, that will make things more complicated for you two.” 

 You sigh in agreement, still staring at the metal slab in your hands, turning it over a couple of times. Yarya can see the exhaustion in your eyes. 

“It’s late. You need to get some rest,” Yarya says as she motions for you to follow her,” we can talk about this more in the morning.” She leads the both of you down a small hallway lined with maybe four or five doors. A few of the doors are open, showing that there is no one else staying here. 

“Here,” she explains as she pushes a button, opening the last two doors on the right side of the hall,” this will be your room and Mando’s is right next door. My room is right down the hall if you need anything.” 

You all say your ‘good nights’ before Yarya turns and shuffles back through the hall to her own room. As you step into the room, you allow your eyes to flicker over its interior. It is small, containing only a bed, side table, and chair. The room is dark, save for the purple light from a sign outside, flickering through the tiny rectangular window over the bed. Upon setting you bag down, you are surprised to find that Din follows behind you instead of going to his own room.  He waits for the door to close behind him before he speaks. 

“Tell me about the Protectors, tell me about your people,” Din utters as he steps a little closer to you. Now that all of the alcohol has left your system, the close proximity in which Din is standing causes your cheeks to heat up. Your eyes slowly roam over his body as you look up at him. 

In the past few months, you have found yourself becoming more and more attracted to Din. It wasn’t that you weren’t attracted to him when you first met. Sure, when you did meet for the first time, he had terrified you. Which was a given, since he was hunting you down to bring to the Pykes, but there is something to be said about a big, mysterious man that never removes his helmet. But now the feeling is different, there is more emotion behind it. You care for him in a way you’ve never felt for anyone else. 

All you want to do is reach and touch him. You want to feel him, but you don’t. Instead, you just turn and take two steps before arriving at the bed. 

“You’re the real Mandalorian here. Shouldn’t you already know this?” You grunt as you flop down onto the mattress.

 “I was told I could never remove my helmet if I was a true Mandalorian. So forgive me if I’m not up to date on Mandalorian History.” 

“And they’re not my people, Din,” you reply. 

“Your father is of Mandalore, therefore you are as well,” Din explains, trying to be as gentle as possible but still get the information he seeks, “So who were they?” 

“They may be my people, but I’ll tell you one thing,” you groan as you sit up to face him,” they wouldn’t want me.” 

Sure, your father had trained you as a warrior when you were a child, but that didn’t change the fact of what you are. You are a thief. A dirty, rotten, no-good thief. 

“So tell me,” Din prompts once more as he sits down beside you on the bed. You continue to stare at the ceiling until you hear the sound of his helmet being removed, followed by the clank of armor being set down on the floor. 

“Tell me,” Din whispers as he gently cups your jaw and moves your face so that his eyes meet yours. Those brown eyes have always had the power to melt your heart, ever since the first time you saw them. All Din wants right now is to help you through whatever you are feeling, but he’s not sure how. This moment would be romantic if it weren’t for the nagging anger in the back of your mind. You let out a long sigh as you sit up. 

“Fine,” you groan,” Many eons ago, a group of elite Mandalorian warriors swore an oath to the Mand’alor, with this they vowed their loyalty to Mandalore and its people. For many centuries, the Protectors established themselves as the greatest warriors.” 

You knew these lines by heart. Your father had taught them to you just like his parents had to him. You look back at Din to see if that was enough to satisfy his curiosity. It isn’t, so you continue. 

“The Protectors remained loyal to the Mand’alor until the Siege.” 

“What changed?” 

“Maul. The Protectors felt that Maul had no right to be the ruler of Mandalore and they left to set up a base on Concord Dawn. This ensured that they  were able to make it through the Siege, but during the Purge,” you swallow once before continuing,” they were betrayed by the people they thought could be trusted.” 

“Who did this?” 

You take another deep breath before continuing. 

“ Supercommandos, fellow Mandalorians, led by Gar Saxon. They ambushed the Protectors and slaughtered them all. Even those who could not fight weren’t spared. And for what?” you scoff,” an Empire that would be brought to its knees by a single Jedi.” 

Din’s heart drops when he hears this. He was taught that Mandalorians were not to fight amongst themselves, that they could disagree but always remained loyal to each other. I guess there is no honor among us, Din thinks before placing a hand on your knee, attempting to offer you some sort of comfort. 

“My father spent his every waking moment tracking them down, avenging the death of his fellow warriors, but then he met my mother. He always blamed himself for what happened to them,” you explain, pulling your knees up to your chest.

“Your father?” Din questions, cocking his head to the side. 

“Yes. He said that if he had been there, they wouldn’t have been killed. My mother always told him there was nothing he could have done, that he would have probably been killed as well and then he would have never met her.” 

You smile a little as you recall the love your parents have for each other. Your father would go to the ends of the galaxy for your mother and she would do the same for him. You never really understood it until you met Din, but now you are beginning to understand how you can care for someone so much. That smile quickly fades from your face as the memories of your father’s pain come back. 

“What happened to Gar Saxon and the other Supercommandos?” Din asks. 

“Saxon was killed by a member of Clan Wren,” you spit, the feels vial in your mouth.

” After that my father joined the Rebellion. I don’t know what happened to the others,” your jaw clenches in anger as you utter the words

With the rage comes the tears, you stay silent as you feel them welling up in your eyes. Din stiffens a little, feeling uncomfortable as he watches the tears beginning to roll down your cheeks. His heart breaks for you but he doesn’t know what to do. He would give anything to be able to take this pain away. 

“What do you want to do?” Din asks as he looks into your eyes, searching for any answers. 

“I… I don’t know,” you sniffle. You’re already exhausted, both physically and emotionally, from living with a bounty on your head and this latest discovery just pushes you over the edge. Din remains silent as he pulls you against his chest and you allow it, just wanting to feel close to someone. 

The tears continue to stream down your face for a few more minutes before they finally dry up. The Mandalorian continues to soothe you with his touch. You expected him to have unwrapped his arms from you by now but he hasn’t and doesn’t show any signs of doing it soon. 

“Um, Din?” you question, wondering why he is still holding you, not that you’re complaining. 

“Oh sorry. You need to rest. I… uh… I’ll go,” Din stutters, standing up. 

“No, stay,” you exclaim, a little too eagerly,” please.” 

Din nods slowly before he sits back down beside you. With a sign, you roll over to lay down on the bed and pat the open space beside you, indicating that you want him to join you. Hesitation flashes in Din’s eyes and you end up having to pull him down. 

“Let's deal with the Pykes and then we can try to track down where the beskar came from,” Din utters. He watches as you wiggle a little so that you have room to look up at him. 

“Maybe there is something on that data stick that will help us find an answer,” you say as you attempt to sit up to get it. Din stops you and pulls you back down onto the mattress. 

“You can do that tomorrow, for now, you need rest,” Din whispers. You close your eyes and attempt to get settled, but no position feels comfortable. After a couple minutes, you are able to get into an okay position. Eventually, you drift into a restless sleep. 

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The next morning you wake to sunlight trickling in through the widow. Feeling the weight of an arm over you, you realize that Din is still beside you sleeping. You had expected him to go to his own room after you fell asleep, but this was a pleasant surprise. While you shift a little, your rear bumps into something hard. Didn’t Din take all of his armor off last night? Ohhhh...

A blush heats up your cheeks when you realize you are pressing up against. You know Din would absolutely die if he woke up to find his arms wrapped around you and his erect member pressed into your back. Slowly, you wriggle out from his grasp to make your way to the fresher, grabbing your bag as you walk past.  

After completing your morning routine and changing out of the dress you had slept in, you return to the room to find the Mandalorian awake and already in the process of putting his armor back on. 

When he notices you staring he tenses a little. When he had woken up to find you missing and his morning wood, Din thought the worst. But the way you smiled at him made him think that maybe you hadn’t noticed.  

“Good morning,” you chirp, giggling a little at the state of his hair. 

“Morning,” Din replies, as he slowly relaxes. 

“I’m going to go talk to Yarya. I’ll bring you some food so you can eat in private. After you’re finished we will meet in the living room, okay?” 

“Alright,” Din grunts as he watches you leave. She didn’t notice, right?

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You found that Yarya is already awake and making caf. A yawn escapes your lips as you walk up to stand beside her. She hands you a mug and you go to pour yourself a cup of the caffeinated liquid.  

“Have a good night's sleep?” Yarya grins before giving you a wink. 

You blink at her a couple of times trying to understand why she had emphasized ‘sleep’. Then it dawned on you. You noticed that the door to Mando’s room remained open and  the bed had not been slept in on your way to the kitchen. She must have seen it and put two and two together. 

“It’s not like that,” you blush, averting your gaze. 

“Oh really?” Yarya asks as she leans against the counter before taking a long sip of her morning brew, eyeing you over the rim of the mug,” coulda fooled me.” 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” 

“Oh come on. He can’t keep his eyes off of you,” Yarya quips,” Or at least I think those are his eyes, I can't really tell through the helmet and all.”

“That is if he even has eyes. Does he have eyes? Is he even human?” Yarya muses before she looks back at you. Your puzzled look prompts her to continue with a sigh. 

“Are you telling me you really haven’t noticed? Even through the helmet and all the armor, I can tell that man is about ready to drop to his knees and profess his love for you. And don’t lie and say you don’t feel the same, I know you too well for that,” Yarya explains with a grin. Your blush deepens as you continue staring into your mug. 

“I... I don’t think he feels that way towards me,” you utter. 

“Uh huh. Here,” Yarya says while passing you a plate of food,” take this to him. I’m assuming he won’t be joining us for breakfast.” 

You nod before delivering the food to the Mandalorian. 

“Din?” you question as you knock on the door. The door sweeps open to reveal the man in his full armor. 

“Here.” 

You pass him the warm plate without stepping into the room. 

“Thank you,” the modulated voice answers before you turn around to go back to eat with Yarya. Was Yarya right? Did he really have feelings for you? 

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“So do you have any idea where to find more information on the sigil?” you ask before taking a sip of the warm caf. 

“Shouldn’t you be asking your Mandalorian friend? I would think he’d know more about this than me,” Yarya explains.  

“He’s not well versed in the subject of Mandalorian history,” you shrug. Just then you watch as the Mandalorian makes his way into the room with the empty plate in his hand.

“Well, what about your father? You could try going to him,” Yarya offers, the statement has you choking on your caf. 

“Are you okay?” Din asks as he rushes to your side. As you sputter out a couple more coughs, you look up to see Yarya raising her eyebrows at you. You know exactly what she’d say, ‘I thought you said he didn’t care about you in that way.’  

You wave Din off as you assure him that you are fine. He reluctantly leaves your side and continues to the kitchen to put away the dish. You take a couple of deep breaths to steady yourself. This time Yarya waits until you put your caf down to speak. 

“So?” 

“So what?” 

“What do you think about my idea of asking your father?” Yarya questions. 

“You know I can’t do that. I can’t endanger my family by bringing them into this,” you explain as guilt and shame creep into the corners of your mind. Suddenly you remember that you still have the data stick from the club last night. 

“Do you have somewhere I could take a look at this?” You ask as you hold up the data stick. Yarya nods before she leads you over to a holoscreen. 

“This should work,” she states as she plugs it in. Your eyes scan the screen, looking for the file with your name on it. Ah Ha! Once you spot it, you point it out to Yarya who taps on it. The file contains a list of everything the Pykes ever had you do. Every item, data, and plot all listed out in great detail. However, there is something that you don’t recognize, and you have Yarya open it. A series of numbers appear on the screen, they look like coordinates to somewhere in the Outer Rim. Why would there be coordinates under my name? 

“Can you locate where this leads to?” You ask. 

“Sure,” Yarya says as she begins typing once more,” but it will take a minute.” 

While the data is being uploaded, you go back to the previous conversation. 

“Are there any other ways besides bringing my family into this?” 

“Maybe,” Yarya utters, her words seeming hesitant,” there could be some more information in Kavasmor, an ancient temple on Mandalore.” 

Yarya shuffles over to the bookshelf lining the back wall of the room. You watch as she makes little ‘hmms’ as she searches for a specific text. While Yarya is looking, Din comes over to stand by your side.

“Aha!” She exclaims. Din walks over to help her as soon as he sees her heave a gigantic book off of the shelf. When it is placed in his hands, Din fumbles it a little, not expecting the sheer weight of it. Din grunts when he drops the book down onto the table. Landing with a thunk, dust rushes out from in between its pages. 

The text has seen better days. Its cover is peeling and the spine is cracked, the entirety of it is withering away just as the age in which it was written. Yarya bumps Din out of the way to get to the book. Upon opening it, her finger traces lightly over the delicate paper as she scans through a list. You peer over her shoulder in hopes of getting a glimpse. Unfortunately the text is written entirely in an ancient Twi'lek dialect, one in which you aren’t well versed. 

“This atlas was created many centuries ago,” Yarya explains as she flips through the pages,” so long, in fact, that many of the maps aren’t accurate today, but it should still be able to help us.” 

She stops on a page depicting a large planet, even with the age and inaccuracies of the book you can tell that this is Mandalore. 

“So where exactly is this temple?” Din asks as he places both of his hands on the table, craning his neck to get a look. 

“Therein lies the issue. No one really knows for certain since the ancient maps were lost or destroyed.” 

You groan at this information. Here you were, so close, yet so far. A smile slowly creeps onto Yarya’s face. 

“All except for a few,” Yarya grins as she flips the page,” my father and I managed to smuggle this book off of Ryloth before it could be found by the Empire.” 

“Scholars believe that it was located in the northern mountains. Here,” Yarya states, placing her finger on the map,” so if I were you that’s where I’d start.”

You take a few moments to stare at the page which depicts a mountain range covered in snow, before the holo screen pings and the three of you turn to see where the coordinates had led to. Everyone’s eyes widen at the sight. 

“I thought you said maps to this place were extremely rare,” Din utters as his eyes flicker over the screen. 

“They are,” Yarya replies,” but it looks like you two aren’t the only ones looking for the temple.” 

“And they think that I have something to do with all of this,” you sigh. 

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I hope you are enjoying this. I'm really excited about where this is going and I already have the next couple of chapters planned out. As always likes, reblogs, and comments are always appreciated. See you next chapter!

[kimageddon]

Hello friends!

So I am curious as to whether you guys would want to use some of my prompts for me to write a lil fic/drabble/blurb whatever they are called.

So I have my Prompt List here

If you are interested choose one, send me an ask with a character from my list below and I can write a HC or reader/OC X character thing.

This is for Star Wars characters so bear that in mind. Mostly TCW era, I am still unsure about a lot of Rebels era characters.

I can comfortably write for most of the clones(TBB included), Maul and co (meaning Nightbrothers and such), bounty hunters such as Cad Bane, Hondo etc. Mandalorians like Jango, Boba, Gar Saxon and even my OC Adaji Treshan (from APOD).

If you have any questions, let me know, and if you could share/RB this that would be wonderful, I would like to get some asks to practice my writing.

Thank you kindly!

[dindjarins04]

Could you do Darth Maul?

With the promts

2a 8a 16a

1b 7b 9b 10b 12b 15b

Make me cry like the baby I am

Gosh darn this hurt me! I love Maul so much it hurts to write angst about him!! This is an amazing request but a painful one!

A Failed Promised

Maul x FEM!Reader

Word Count: 1k

Prompts: 2A) I love you. 8A) It's alright, I've got you. 16A) You've been strong for too long. 1B) I couldn't unlove her; and I didn't want to. 7B) I don't even know who you are anymore. 9B) BECAUSE I LOVE YOU. 10B) I loved you (past tense). 12B) You broke me first. 15B) I am not angry, I'm in pain! And you put me here! The person who's supposed to love me more than anything.

Warnings: Hurt!Maul (this has to be warning), brief mention of self harm (like just a tiny but you have to squint to see it, and it's not the reader who harmed herself!), angst, not a happy ending, crying, shouting and ANGST.

Request rules here

Prompt list here

Main masterlist here

Darth Maul/Oppress masterlist here

When the relationship started, everything was perfect. Nothing went wrong, it was a smooth road and a clear future, or so you thought. You thought that in the future you would be a family, two knucklehead children running around the throne room of Mandalore and hitting each other with sticks. You imagine you and Maul telling them stories of everything that happened during the Clone Wars. You were so prepared for a bright future so it hurt when that dream turned to ash.

You noticed that he began to become more distant. Instead of laying with you in the morning, when you woke up he was gone. And it kept happening. He left early in the morning and came back late at night. Conversations with you were short and straight to the point. You decided to confront him about it, and because of that, that's why you are here.

You managed to wake up with him. He was busy getting changed when you walked into the living area of your shared quarters.

"Sorry dear, I didn't mean to wake you up," He said as he clipped his lightsaber and darksaber to his sides.

"Maul, we need to talk," You say sternly. He stops and turns to you, brows furrowed. The tone in your voice sent shivers through him.

"What is it?" Before you can even start, tears begin to surface. He smiles softly before walking over to you, embracing you. "It's alright, I've got you," You sniffle before you bring yourself to words.

"I...Do you like me?" You cringed at your choice of words. He chuckles lightly, pulling back to hold the side of your face.

"I love you," He says. You pull away and shake your head.

"Why does it feel like you don't love me?"

"What do you mean?" He asks.

"You're barely around anymore, our conversations are limited to a couple of words," You noticed how he seemed to get agitated.

"You are aware I have an entire kingdom to rule," He asks.

"I am aware...but my love-"

"I need to be strong for this. For Mandalore. For the Crimson Dawn...for my brother,"

"You've been strong for too long," You say, stepping forward. "I know it was hard to lose your brother and you have so much on your plate...but you're overdoing yourself. Saxon can take care of Mandalore for a day if it means you got some rest," This time it is him who shakes his head and turns away and walks to the door.

"I can't, I have to rule Mandalore. I have to keep this up-"

"Even if it means losing me?" He freezes and turns his head.

"What?"

"If this is how the rest of my life with you is going to be, I don't want it," You say strongly. He turns fully to face you, eyes narrowed. "Come back to me, I love you!" You said, tears surfacing again.

"I am in charge of the biggest syndicates and ruling Mandalore, I have priorities,"

"I should be a priority! You promised me you would stay with me!"

"Unfortunately you're not,"

"I don't even know who you are anymore," He rolls his eyes and folds his arms.

"Leave if you're so willing to do so,"

"Fine! I will!" You march back up to your room and begin to pack your stuff, anger in your movements, tears falling freely. Once you packed your two bags you walk towards the door where Maul is. His eyes seem to widen and hurt crosses his face when seeing your packed bags. "Move," You say, your voice shaking.

"You're leaving?"

"You told me to do so...and thinking about it...it's the only option that I won't regret making,"

"You regret us?"

"Yes, very much," You snarl.

"(Y/N), you're just angry, perhaps if you calmed down-" He attempts to reason.

"I'm not angry, I'm in pain! And you put me here! The person who's supposed to love me more than anything!" You shout, angry and sad tears cascading down your face.

"Please...I'm sorry," He reaches out to hold you put you pull away, even though it hurts your heart. He falls to his knees and holds your hands that clutch around your bags. "I'm begging you, (Y/N)...please...I'll change...I'll do anything,"

"Why are you doing this?" You ask trying to keep the confidence in your voice.

"BECAUSE I LOVE YOU!" You shake your head and pull away from him, opening the door, leaving him but he follows you out. "Please! Don't leave. Please? (Y/N)?" You turn to see the pain written across his face.

"Maul...I loved you. I loved you so much...but I can't stay here any longer...not now," You turn again but you hear him following.

"My love, doing this will break my hearts-"

"You broke me first," You say, turning to face him. "All of this...you no longer love me. You're obsessed with Mandalore. With Obi-Wan. All of this has made you forget about me. The one person who was there for everything. From Naboo all the way to Mandalore. But this obsession put me in the shadows," You sigh before leaving, leaving Mandalore and the man you've loved for so long.

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"My lord...what is wrong?" Gar Saxon asks when he walks into the throne room. Maul, shirtless, is on the throne, head buried in his hands, elbows on his knees. He slowly lifts his head to look at the Mandalorian.

"She's gone," Maul says. Saxon sees he's been crying and notices fresh scars across his chest.

"Would you like me to find her? Send out parties?"

"No...she left willingly," He says, looking up. "And she's not coming back,"

"My lord, I was unaware that (Y/N) left...I'm sorry that it didn't work out,"

"I couldn't unlove her; and I didn't want to," He says, standing up and walking to the window in the throne room. "And here I am...I have no one because I was too arrogant and too proud," He bows his head. "She's better off without me,"

[zabrak-show]

Zabrak Show Masterlist

Here is my collection of fanfic I’ve written. Almost all of it is Maul-centric.

To join the taglist fill this form out.

 Summaries and warnings are at the top of each post.

Maul x OC (Kudra Deschain)

Blood of the Sith

Kudra Deschain is a young pilot working for a trade company out of Coruscant. Her next trade route to Mustafar, ends up being a fiery life changing revelation to the dark side of the force, where she meets Maul, a sith apprentice to Darth Sidious

Warnings: eventual smut, slow burn, angst, drinking, my first fanfic

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Maul x Reader

The Greatest Love I’ve Ever Known

Domestic Dad!maul and gn!reader adopted 2 nightbrother children, Grim and Dire.

Warnings: a little bit of angst in some, but mostly just sweet fluffy domestic bliss

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I’m sorry but I’m just thinking of the right words to say

Maul and artist!reader (gender neutral) meet pre phantom menace and share a short lived secret romance. Years later they are reunited in Mandalore.

Warnings: allusions to sex but nothing explicit, romance, fluff, angst

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Don’t Hide 🔞🔞🔞

Mandalorian Reader (gn, afab) and Maul have a friends with benefits situation. Eventually Savage gets involved as well.

Warnings: PWP, p0rn with feelings, each post has more specific warnings, please read responsibly, NSFW, lemon, 18+ only

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When the Sun Comes Up

Reader orphaned at a young age seeks vengeance. A strange man in dark robes prowls their city and an obsession blooms.

Warnings: past trauma, angst

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Ashes of the Wasted Sith 🔞🔞🔞

fem! reader x maul in an arranged marriage au. dark fantasy, spooky, goth vibes, still very much a wip.

warnings: darkfic, smut, angst, blood, 18+

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Seen you in the shadows 🔞🔞🔞

collection of smut one shots, nsfw!

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We’ve Only Just Begun

collection of fluff one shots, sfw

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Comedy/Crackfics

just stupid little crack fics or comedy headcanons, lol, sfw

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GenFic

GenFic Collection

no pairings, sfw fluff genfic, mostly found family

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ObiMaul (Maul x Obi-Wan)

ObiMaul Collection

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Maul x Qi'ra

Close to you 🔞🔞🔞

NSFW, Qi'ra takes care of Maul in more than one way.

Maul x Saxon

Whiskey on the Rocks 🔞🔞🔞

NSFW, slutty darth maul has his way with subservient Gar Saxon

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Savajj (Savage x Asajj)

Love you to death

sexy short story with Savage and Asajj, not explict

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Brother Viscus

Daddy Nightbrother Collection

🔞🔞🔞

Various Viscus stories, most are nsfw

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Feral Opress

Feral x Cody

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Sinful Collection

Various Sins 🔞🔞🔞

a collection of smut drabbles i took as requests, various characters, ships etc

Created 15 Aug 2020

Last updated 4 Aug 2023

[zoeykallus]

Master List/Stuff I Wrote Part 5

Other Master Lists

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 6

THE BAD BATCH

The Bad Batch/Rex x Reader HCs - The Blessing

The Bad Batch HCs - Baby's Lullaby

Bad Batch x Reader HCs - The Bartender And The Clone

Imperial Bad Batch x Reader HCs - About Dating

Bad Batch/Rex Wolffe x Reader HCs - Comforting You

The Bad Batch /Rex /Cody x Fem!Reader One-Shot - Communal Showers

The Bad Batch /Rex x Fem!Reader HCs - A Ghostly Touch

The Bad Batch x Reader - The Submissive Kink

The Bad Batch/Rex x Reader HCs - And Justice For All

The Bad Batch x Reader HCs - Cute Little Weakness

Bad Batch x Reader HCs - Hero Of The Day

The Bad Batch x Teacher!Reader HCs - Teaching The Next Generation

The Bad Batch (x Fem!Reader) HCs - The Girlfriend (Brotherly Love And Bickering)

The Bad Batch HCs - The Uncle Batch

The Bad Batch x Reader HCs - Take Better Care Of Yourself

The Bad Batch/ Gregor x Reader HCs - The Overprotective Parent

The Bad Batch x Afab!Reader HCs - True Affection

The Bad Batch x Reader HCs - Whose armor is this, anyway?

The Bad Batch/Rex x Fem!Jedi!Reader HCs - Teach Me

The Bad Batch/Rex/Fives x Fem!Reader HCs- Thigh Riding Part 1 Of 2

The Bad Batch/Rex/Fives x Fem!Reader HCs- Thigh Riding Part 2 Of 2

The Bad Batch x Fem!Reader HCs - Necessity

The Bad Batch x Fem!Reader HCs - Domination

The Bad Batch x Reader HCs - When in self-doubt

The Bad Batch x Fem!Reader HCs - The Sneaky And The Startled

The Bad Batch/Fives HCs x Reader - Outrageous And Thoughtless

The Bad Batch x Fem!Reader HCs - I Loved Her First

The Bad Batch/Fives/Rex x Male!Reader HCs - What Is This Feeling?

The Bad Batch HCs - Puberty And Its Pitfalls

The Bad Batch x Offspring!Reader HCs - Gentle Parenting

The Bad Batch/Howzer/Rex x Reader HCs - Make Up For Lost Time

The Bad Batch x Fem!Reader Shorts - Under The Armor

The Bad Batch/Gregor x Fem!Reader HCs - Well Endowed

The Bad Batch x fem!reader HCs - The Husband

The Bad Batch x Fem!Reader HCs (Shorts) - Picture Perfect

The Bad Batch/Rex/Fives x Fem!Reader HCs - Armor Kink

Tech

Tech x Fem!Reader One-Shot - Quirks, Insolence And Weak Knees

Tech/Howzer x 'Jedi'!Fem!Reader - Shortfic / Oneshot - The Misfits

Tech x Fem!Reader - The Lowest Low

Crosshair

Imperial!Crosshair x Medic!Fem!Reader One-shot - The Quiet Visitor

Crosshair x Fem!Reader Short One-shot - The Fatal Mistake

Crosshair x Jedi!Reader Oneshot - What Are You Afraid Of?

Crosshair x Fem!Reader One-shot - Chicken Legs

Crosshair My Beloved Enemy Vol.2 Chapter 3 – You Do Have A Heart

Hunter

Hunter x Reader Short One-shot - Your Skin

Hunter x Reader One-Shot - You Ease My Pain

Hunter x Fem!Reader - One-Shot - The Tension Between Us

Hunter x Fem!Reader - One-Shot - Skipping Stones

Hunter x Reader One-Shot - Introductions

Hunter x Fem!Reader One-Shot - Show Me What You've Got

Wrecker

Wrecker x GN!Reader One-shot - Lean On Me

Imp!Wrecker x Fem!Reader One-shot - Steamy Encounter

Wrecker x Fem!Reader One-Shot - Delicious

Wrecker x Fem!Reader - Sunset On Pabu

Wrecker x GN Reader One-Shot - Tough Love

Echo

Echo x Fem!Reader Oneshot - The One I Love

Echo x Reader One - Shot - By Your Side

Echo x Fem!Reader One-Shot - Good Girl

Echo x Male!Reader Fluff One-Shot - Culinary Affection

REX

Rex x Male!Reader One-shot - Close To You

Rex x GN!Reader One-Shot - I Knew I'd Find You Here

Maul

Maul x fem!Reader Oneshot - Bad Girl

Clones

Fives/Hunter/Crosshair/Tech/Rex/Echo x Reader HCs - Do Not Disturb

Wolffe / Crosshair x GN Reader One-shots (Drabbles) - You Are My Place Of Comfort

Crosshair/Hunter/Tech/Rex x Reader - The Masquerade

Rex/Cody/Howzer Drabbles/HCs - Culinary Romance

Hound x Fem!Reader One-Shot - Wrongfully Accused

Jedi Stuff

Ahsoka x Fem!Reader One-shot - Coming Home

Ahsoka x Fem!Reader One-Shot - The Things We Fight For

Other Star Wars Stuff

Gar Saxon - Spicy Headcanons

Ko-Fi (If you feel like giving me some coffee)

[justalittletomato]

Training Practice (Darth Maul X Reader)

A/n: wow two drabbles, I had this one ready the other day and forgot to post it. Just a pre relationship drabble about the two. 

Synopsis: With a new reign comes a chance to bring back something forgotten, so where is Y/N? And who is the new mandalorian in the room? 

Y/N rushed through the day, sending notes and scrambling about with her data pad. Savage pulled her back from hitting a closing door as she left the throne room.

“ Someone is distracted today.” The yellow zabrak mentioned, Y/N was grinning,” There’s a training match today. I want to get everything done before it starts.” There was a shine in her eyes, “It’s been a long time since there was one in the palace, long before I came here. I am amazed Lord Maul agreed to it.” Savage watched her cheeks color a bit, he shook his head, “He’s probably  looking forward to everyone making fools of themselves trying to impress him.”

She frowned up at him, “Lord Savage, these trainings were daily rituals for us as children. It was how we improved our skills. When the Duchess took over, well that had be done away with,” she shook her head, now was not the time to think about it, “ Well I suppose I’ll see you there, then you’ll see.”

Maul watched the Deathwatch  Mandalorians line up each garbed in their armor; many of them had painted red and yellows onto their beskar to show their allegiance.  One individual had mostly darkened gray armor the only signs of paint were the red horns on the helmet, unlike the rest this one seemed to take the time to paint them carefully, Maul was impressed at the care put into them.  “I don’t recognize that one.” Maul muttered to his brother, the elder looked at the newcomer closely, “ Nor I maybe they got new armor, also has Y/N come by? She was intent on watching.”

Maul furrowed his brow and grumbled, “ How would I know?” Savage didn’t seem to let up and continued,“She’s usually nearby wherever you are, come to think of it today she wasn’t around as much.”

“Don’t remind me. She had been pestering me about these trainings for the past week.” Maul recalled how she spoke of the ones she saw as a child and how quiet of few of the Death Watch were involved in the ones from back then.

The two often discussed the Mandalore that Y/N saw of as a child, it was better than when she gave him more information on what he missed in meetings when they were in mand’oa, they weren’t always pleasant and Almec had to bring in replacements every so often after Y/N translated as requested, even the insults. She had tried to change the subject afterwards and suggested holding one of the training might help with morale and increase their support of him.  

She always tried to find a way that would convince him, and now here he was watching and she wasn’t even here!  She would show up when he and his brother sparred, asking question after question that Maul had to keep pausing to answer. The genuine intrigue in her eyes felt odd to him, but he continued to answer her.

“Maybe she’s late.” his brother offered, Maul was watching as the gray mandalorian picked up a blaster and placed it in thier holster along with many knives in thier pockets.

“She better be, this is her idea.” Savage knew to stop, Maul was already in a mood and with no Y/N in sight he would continue to be angry.

The horned mandalorian as Maul had dubbed them was still standing in battle, they knew when to dodge and how to best take a hit without being taken out. This one easily took on new weapons and even disengaged someone’s jet pack with a knife. Their armor seemed to hide many of these small weapons, tossing them and aiming at the more unprotected areas of the other’s armor, not to take out but to slow them down, as another mandalorian would take them on if need be.

Eventually it was Gar Saxon  and the horned helmet still standing, “It’s been years since we fought like this!” Gar Saxon commented.

The horned mandalorian nodded,

“ But as always you left me untouched.” Gar motioned for the other to grab a simple wooden staff, “ Up for a final match?”

The other mandalorian picked up their own staff and stood at position, Maul recognized that stance it was one he used when sparring, was this mandalorian using light saber forms?

“ Ah, well that explains it,” Savage muttered to himself as he watched Maul trying to decipher what was happening before him.  Y/N would have told him that someone was learning these stances, wouldn’t she?

Gar moved forward as did the other, the staffs clashed and resounded throughout the room, everyone looked on as the two danced around the other, eventually it seemed the gray one overestimated the use of saber forms , Gar almost had them pinned, when the horned mandalorians staff was pushed forward a jagged vibroblade was now aimed at Gar’s neck.

“ Seems time hasn’t changed your adaptability.” The horned mandalorian had won. 

Gar removed his helmet and patted the shoulder of the horned mandalorian, “Lord Maul I don’t believe  you’ve ever seen this one in combat.”  Maul was still annoyed, Y/N had never shown and she had been discussing stances with someone,  “Yes, you’ve been hiding,” he  glared at the horned mandalorian, “if you are so keen on using such stances you should also practice with a true saber. You can start tomorrow, it would be difficult but you seem as Saxon mentioned, adaptable. Now tell us your name as  you are technically champion for the day.”  He needed to put a face to this person.

Savage had to stay quiet as the horned mandalorian removed their helmet, Y/N stood proudly her hair stuck to her brow , “Thank you  Lord Maul, it would be an honor to learn from you.”  The crimson zabrak froze as she merely pushed away a fallen hair strand and smiled, “ Sorry I forgot to mention my participation for today.”

Savage watched as his brother tried to make sense of what he had witnessed,  “ You never mentioned you fought,” 

Y/n laughed, “ Lord maul I’m a Mandalorian it’s what we’re trained for, I may dress the part of an advisor but believe me I can fight my way out as you see” she gestured back to her fellow Mandalorians who had bacta packs pressed over their cuts. 

“ Looks are deceiving” Savage muttered.

Maul just gave a slow nod, “ You’ve done well y/n. I expect you at the front of any upcoming brigades”  he turned away from her and left the room. 

Y/N shouted as he left, “ it would be an honor sir !” she looks to Savage, “ He seriously didn’t know?”

“ Like I said looks are deceiving and you were raised in Sundari.”

Y/N sighed, “ Well, anyway he has to keep his word, I expect I’ll see you at sparring practice with  Lord Maul?”

“ I’ll remind him of his promise.”  Savage sighed deeply, it would be an endeavor to say the least.

“Good, I actually feel a little insulted right now, who wants to go for another match?”

The other collectively groaned in response.  

[whirlybirbs]

OYA’KARIR — ii.

summary: you meet again in a mos shuuta bar. pairing: the mandalorian x rebel!reader rating: t, it will get violent, i’m sure a/n: mmmmmm tension, we love it

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You got away.

And for cycles, he thinks about it.

Part of him is bitter because of the missed bounty. If he’d managed to turn you over to the guild, alive, the pay off could have been enough for fuel and additional supplies for the clan. 

Another part of him is bitter for an entirely different reason: plainly put, you got away. From him. And he’s the best in the parsec, he’s a Mandalorian. His damn honor won’t let him forget it. 

And you had spoken in Mando’a. The dialect wasn’t one he was familiar with -- but with so many clans and houses scattered to the wind thanks to the Galactic Civil War, he was left wondering who you were. 

A Saxon? Viszla? Wren? Or maybe just... aruetii... dar’manda. An outsider. 

The war had changed things. Especially the state of Mandalorian culture and politics. He can’t help but feel like an aruetii himself. He comes and goes. Wandering feels right. Being grounded, being back at the clan’s house? Feels wrong. Too comfortable. 

The bounty puck on his hip is new -- Greef Carga had promised it be an easy job, a quick asset collection. 

When he enters the Mos Shuuta cantina, it doesn’t surprise him when he is met with a sort of silence that could snuff out a flame. Eyes fly across him, heavily armored and armed. For a moment, the sting of an anticipated shoot-out runs under his armor like a river of icy water. 

But, the band in the corner, after a long pause, strikes back up and he goes about ignoring the itch in his trigger finger in favor for a seat by the bar. 

And that’s when cycles-worth of thoughts sock him right in the face. 

You see him the exact moment he sees you. 

And you, The Condor perched upon a high stool and watching him with an icy gaze, don’t even flinch. 

You just take a long sip from the iridescent blue drink in your hands, striking eyes sending him into a spiral of piqued intrigue and confusion. He can’t help but move closer, boots and armor tinkering as he does so. The bar hangs on his movements, nervous glances spared at your expense. 

And still. You sit tall. 

“Su cuy'gar,” you rasp. Your lashes flick downwards as you place your drink on the bar, all while he approaches with a measured level of caution, “Surprising.”

You’re still alive, you supply in Mando’a, prompting an amused snarl to flicker beneath his helmet. 

“Tion'jor?” he counters, voice level with threatening sense of ferocity. 

Why? You have to snort. You turn in your stool, elbow on the bar. And you finally get a good look at him.

He’s tall, broad shouldered and intimidating. The baskar steel helmet upon his shoulders hides the Mandalorian’s intentions. You do however, as you size him up, note the puck on his hip -- it’s glow is dimmer now. Not for you. For some other poor soul in this cantina. 

“You let me go,” you chirp, “Sooner or later, your bounty will not run.”

You stand, hopping from the stool. Your boots kick up sand on the cantina floor. Tossing a handful of credits on the bar, you move to shoulder past him. 

He snags your wrist.

You narrow your eyes. 

His chest stirs. 

In a flash, the high pitch whine of a primed blaster meets his ears as you lean close, barrel of the gun pressed to the space beneath his ribs. It’s hot and he can feel the DL-44 pistol jab him a bit rougher as you gain the upper-hand.

The bar hangs on the interaction.

“You’re not here for me.”

“Meg ti gar?” 

Who are you?

“Does it matter?” 

“How do you know Mando’a?”

“You ask too many questions,” you spit as he drops your wrist and you drop the blaster, holstering it and sneering, “and that will kill you, as well, utreekov.”

For the second time, you get away.

And he lets you. 

[iellarenuodolorian]

Mandoctober Day Four

Nevarro

Pairing: Eventual Din Djarin x Female Mandalorian Reader

Words: 670

Warnings: talk of war and death, terror, prison, angst (if I’m leaving anything out please let me know)

~13 BBY

It was time for your first solo mission. Bo-Katan had decided to send out the new recruits to scout for a new base for the tribe. The Clone War had ended a few years ago, and the new Empire was on a mission to hunt down and imprison or kill all those who opposed them. The Emperor knew the strength of the Mandalorians, and had already taken over Mandalore. There were rumors of a man named Gar Saxon to be the appointed viceroy of Mandalore, or the man who would do whatever the Empire wished. He was a ruthless terrorizer of the people of Mandalore, and on the Nite Owl’s list of people to remove from power, one day.

The fight on the moon of Concordia was rumored to be a bloodbath, but Bo-Katan knew it would not be worth the risk to join the fight there. Some of the remaining clan leaders had meet a month ago to discuss going into Bas’lan Shev’la to preserve the Mandalorian way of life. The more scattered the remaining Mandalorians the harder it would be for the Empire to hunt them down. The Imperial Security Bureau Agent on Mandalore was a ruthless tyrant, there were rumors he was a Sith, which placed him even higher on the Nite Owls’ list.

You and Ailyn were packing the last essentials you would need before leaving into your packs and checking weapons and stocking up on munitions. A Mandalorian is always prepared for any possibility and you were both nervous about your first solo missions. Bo-Katan called for one last briefing before everyone departed on their separate missions. Everyone was prepared as best they could, and as you looked around the room your gaze lingered on one recruit that you had grown close to over the years. He looked up and looked into your eyes from across the room, and even from this distance those hazel brown eyes never failed to bring you peace of mind. With the smallest of nods each of you put your helmets on as Bo-Katan wished you all the best of luck. You hugged Ailyn before each of you headed to your ships and you watched your hazel eyed friend walk to his ship and take off before you climbed into your own ship.

Bo-Katan entrusted you with her Gauntlet starfighter for your mission. As you traveled about searching the most remote sectors you could find, most planets were a bust. They were either too inhospitable, which was saying a lot for a Mandalorian to reject it, or else were too easily found and you hoped your fellow recruits were having better luck than you were. You had a short list to take back to Bo-Katan on the moon the clan was currently hiding on. In your meeting with her, the planet with the most promise was Nevarro. There was some Imperial occupation, but because of the lava fields and how the villages were dug into old lava plains, it would be fairly difficult to invade. There wasn’t much in the way of export or trade, the people who lived there barely eked out a life, and it was well off the traveled path. Your findings had indicated that a Bounty Hunters Guild would soon be established in one of the towns, which would be perfect to hide a clan. The name Karga was passed around one night in the local cantina, the magistrate of the small village, who would be appointed as the Guildmaster and contractor for the hunters. You never saw him, but it sounded like he could only be trusted as much as you could bribe him. If someone else came along with a deeper pocket, he would sell you out in a heartbeat.

There were still a few recruits to come back, your friend being one of them. Your concern grew every day he still didn’t return, but deep in your heart you knew your connection with him was still present so nothing bad had happened. Yet...

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Almost started crying writing the next installment of Verburyc im sorry everyone :  ,  )

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Long night of writing📝

One of my favorite writers here on tumblr, the amazing @maybege is hosting a long night of writing tonight!! Here’s what I hope to get done!!! All fic final products will be posted on my sideblog @callto-themuse !!!!

If possible, work out the remaining three parts of Verburyc (Kings and Their Queen AU; Gar Saxon X Reader)

Prey (Darth Maul X Reader NSFW request)

The prologue and first chapter of Wait for Me (Reylo TR*S Fix-it)

One of the prequel one-shots for The Kings and Their Queen (Darth Maul X Reader X Savage Opress)

Frustrations (Bail Organa X Reader one shot that has also been a Frustration for me ;-;)

Golden Days (Boba Fett X Reader X Fennec Shand; follow up to Emperor’s New Clothes)

A currently untitled Paz Vizsla one shot ive been thinkin about all day today jdjdj

I’m really excited to participate, and I’ll post updates under #blair.exe writes ^_^