#i'm not sure what to feel about this but hey have some soft din djarin content

[dindjarindiaries]

Your Voice is Home

character: Din Djarin (The Mandalorian)

prompt: Feeling so lonely that they have to call their lover, just to get a sense and reminder that they're still there

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"Din?"

The response is instantaneous. "Hey. Is everything okay?"

You adjust your grip on the comlink and keep it close to your lips while you glance at your surroundings. The small cabin has started to radiate the energy of Mandalore's wipe-open caverns you explored not too long ago. "Yeah."

A pause. "Are you sure?"

Your arm wraps even tighter around yourself, bringing the material of Din's tunic even closer to you. You steady yourself with a deep breath and close your eyes. "I just..." you resist the urge to curse when the familiar, burning knot ties up in your throat, "I needed to hear your voice, that's all."

Din remains silent on his end of the comlink. Your chest tightens burns with a fierce flame of anxiety as you reopen your eyes.

"I'm sorry, I know this is supposed to be for emergencies only." Rather than feeling cavernous, the cabin starts to close in on you, causing you to look down at your lap as gravity lets a warm tear fall down your cheek. "You'll be home soon, right?"

"I'm heading back right now."

You cover your free hand with the material of the tunic to wipe away the stray tear. "Din, you don't have to do that. I'm fine, I promise."

"You're not, and that's okay. I'm on my way, all right?"

You nod, despite the fact he can't see you. Your hand fidgets with the comlink as you attempt to breathe through the burning flames in your chest and your throat.

"Do you need me to keep talking to you?"

"No, that's okay." You dry a few more tears. "As long as you'll be home soon."

"I'm already on the outskirts of town. I'll see you very, very soon."

The answer's satisfying enough for you to set the comlink aside. You keep it on the bedside table and turn to swing your legs off the edge of the bed. Your arms stay wrapped around yourself as you close your eyes and focus on your breathing.

It wasn't always like this. Din used to be able to leave for days at a time, back when the Crest was the closest thing you had to a home. Then, Mandalore happened—the mines, the waters, Din's capture, all of it. You were so close to losing him so many times.

It's taken its toll on you, even as you sit in the peace of your new home. The fear of abandonment from your past has returned with a vengeance, and that's what makes you want to reach for the comlink yet again just to make sure Din's really on his way back.

But Din's a man of his word. You hear the door to the cabin open and close along with familiar footsteps that make their way to you. Something's set down in the kitchen before the door to your room opens, revealing Din's silhouette. You can't tear your eyes from him as he steps fully inside and lifts his helmet, setting it on the table beside your comlink. He sits beside you on the edge of the bed and invites you into his arms.

Din waits to speak until you've wrapped your arms tight around him. "I'm sorry," he apologizes, his voice strained with sincerity. "I didn't mean to take that long. I ran into Greef in town."

"It's okay," you answer. You're muffled by the material of his cowl that you've buried yourself into. "Thank you for coming back."

Din rests his chin upon your head. "I'll always come back." He runs a gloved hand over your back. "I promise."

You take a deep breath, clutching the material of his cape in your hands. "I know."

Despite your fears and what they try to convince you of, you still believe Din's words. It's easy to do so when you're in his arms and you'll gladly lose yourself in this place, over and over again.

[colossal-fallout]

Din Djarin ~ Relationship & NSFW hcs.

Warnings: Contains NSFW. 18+ Only. Notes: Not my best - still have a sore face from the dentist fish-hooking me like a bad porno.

There is so much more to this bounty hunter than meets the eye; but i'm sure you're already aware of that if you, like me, have a massive crush on this amazing character.

Underneath the cold exterior and armor lies a huge heart, and not only for Grogu.

He's loyal and his friends also lie somewhere special within him.

So, if you're lucky enough to catch the attention and earn the affections of this man - strap yourself in for possibly the best relationship of your life.

Din struggles to stay in one place for long. Possibly always searching for purpose and meaning - there's a void within him that he just can't seem to fill and he's not sure what it is. So, expect to travel a lot if you're going to be his companion.

First Glances

When Din realises he's attracted to you - it doesn't really show. It depends on you as an individual really and what your chemistry together would be like. The most you'll get out of him is maybe a few flirty and witty remarks.

Cold and distant at first, but not overly so. It also doesn't take long for him to warm up to you. He's pretty trusting if you're willing to help him in some way, even more so if he didn't ask.

He's a man of his word - his promises meaning a lot to him due to his creed. Show him you have integrity and loyalty and he won't take long to open up and feel comfortable with you.

He may linger around you a little longer than he does with others, stands closer and may even brush a gloved hand against your arm while making a joke.

Getting serious

When he figures out his feelings for you are growing deeper than just the physical, he's conflicted. You deserve someone who can give you total intimacy. How is he going to do that when he doesn't even remove his helmet? You deserve someone who you can look into their eyes and be told everything is alright. To feel their soul entwine with your own.

Not only that, but he's hesitant on whether or not he deserves your love. His hands aren't the cleanest, especially with his even shadier past - and the light you give him only extenuates those shadows.

If you're reciprocating his feelings at this point - even though nothing has been vocalised, you can just feel his aura around you change. It's so warm and protective, whenever you're around him you feel totally safe and like you're being embraced by a large, cosy blanket.

Will drape his cape over you to keep you warm.

Asks if you're okay a lot more often than he used to.

Tends to answer questions for you when in conversation with others. eg; "Hey y/n, would you like a drink?" Din; "She doesn't like (insert drink here) so don't get her that."

His raspy voice deepens to a softer octave when you're alone.

Admission

It doesn't really take a genius to work out his feelings for you after a while. He's super soft with you, concerned and you're both just so much closer than before.

To test the water with your trust, he'll have you close your eyes. He'll remove his helmet and allow you to feel the features of his face. The curly swirls of his dark hair and his beautiful facial structure.

If you break the trust and open your eyes he'll be broken. He probably wont want to see you again - and like that, boom he's gone from your life forever. But I highly doubt any of us would do that. (Break his heart and I'll break your fingers lol)

Loves being romantic. He's such a softie deep down and keeping those he cares about happy and safe is up there on the top of his list. He'll wake you to watch sunrises. He'll stop his ship at the edge of the most gorgeous nebulas and solar systems. He'll place his beskar forehead against yours.

He wont make the first move. How can he? You'll probably have to press your lips against his face shield and that's when he totally melts and can no longer resist. He slowly clicks at the back of his helmet, the hissing sound prompting you to instantly close your eyes. He'll make out with you so passionately; it'll really knock you off your feet. Of course, through his heavy yet gentle kisses, his body is an inferno of what he wants to do. But he's a gentleman through and through.

A little later... (nsfw)

It'll be a little while before you have sex. As much as he wants to, he feels a little weird about fucking someone he cares about so much and not letting them look at him. You often have long conversations that drift late into the night about his creed, the oath and how conflicted he's feeling. Of course, you don't care. You love him for who he is and that is part of the package.

If you convince him you don't care, the first time you make love you'll be blindfolded. It only adds to the mystery, the excitement and the passion. He is inherently amazing with his tongue and fingers. His stamina and strength are second to none. He maps your body, taking mental notes of your reactions to kisses and nibbles in certain areas, remembering where your most sensitive parts are and giving them extra special attention.

It's that kind of fucking that heats up the room, a steaming sauna of erotica that just engulfs you both.

Reveal (nsfw)

If you have a flair for the dramatics, I think the first time he'll remove his face mask is if you got injured. He'll take it off with no hesitation to give you mouth to mouth or to suck out poison from a wound. You'll come round to finally see your savior in all his amazing glory.

If you prefer less angst, it'll be a time he's rearranging your guts and is just aching to gaze into your eyes. He'll surprise you by whipping off the blindfold to look longingly into your very soul, before he stutters how much he loves you.

NSFW

Din's cock would look something like this, except bigger. It's dark, veiny and curves slightly.

When he's inside of you, his pants heavily and his deep breath staggers. Quiet low moans and grunts are what you can expect to hear.

His native tongue slips out a lot when he's deep within your center. Expect to hear things such as;

"cyar'ika" - (Sweetheart/Darling)

"edeemir" - He's telling you to bite down upon him. Maybe he likes it or maybe you're fucking somewhere someone could possibly hear you.

"Gar serim" - (Yes, that's it)

"jatisyc" - (Delicious) Usually when he's extremely horny, losing control and performing oral on you.

"kar'taylir darasuum" - (I love you)

The way his voice stammers and his husk envelops you is out of this world.

He's such a passionate lover. Even when it's a quick, rough fuck he still caresses your lips with his thumbs and makes you gaze into his deep, chocolate eyes.

His favorite way to climax is to have you on you flat on your stomach, his chest pressed against your back and your head turned slightly so he can still kiss you and look at your expressions. There's just something so primal about it it drives him wild.

Can fuck you against a wall with ease.

strokes your head/hair so lovingly when you have him in your mouth. He's so appreciative of anything you do for him, especially things like that.

Once you have his heart his eyes will never wander. You and you alone have him in the palm of your hand - so please don't crush it.

Aftercare

After sex, Din will shower you with soft kisses. If he grabbed you somewhere particularly rough, more rough that intended due to excitement, he'll pepper it with affection.

He'll stroke and play with your hair, totally dazed, telling you how amazing you are and how much he loves you - how he'll do anything to keep you safe.

Will make sure you're hydrated. It's pretty important after all.

Will shower with you and soap you up.

You are the only person who see's him without his armor on. Stroke his hair as he falls asleep, please. He deserves it.

Misc

Not massive on PDA. He loves you and is super proud you are his. But he won't exactly sit you on his lap in the middle of the cantina. He'll let it be known in other ways. Sometimes he'll hold your hand under the table if you are particularly sad or nervous about something. If another male talks to you, he stands defensively near you. Not in a possessive way, more of a "Just letting you know they're taken." kind of way.

Din sometimes snores. Which sounds pretty funny through his helmet.

Super light sleeper. Slightest bump in the night and he's up like a flash. Life of a bounty hunter, I suppose.

Always making sure you've eaten and drank enough.

When he's angry, he'll go quiet for a while until he's calmed down. He won't ever yell at you, unless you're doing something reckless.

Makes you a ring out of beskar to show you his love for you. You may not be Mandalorian, but you certainly own the heart of one.

[iwishtobeastorm]

Cabur - Chapter 1

Alpha!Din Djarin/Omega!F!Reader

A/N: Hey babes! I just came up with this idea for really short series about Alpha!Din lol. I again warn you, English is not my first language, so please excuse any mistakes or let me know so I can correct myself. Also even though I love reading A/B/O fics, I'm not really sure how good I'll be in writing it, so if there're any mistakes related to that, please let me know as well. I plan to write this fic when I lose inspiration to write my other work Cyar'ika, to give you something to hopefully entertain yourself with in the meantime. I’ll edit my taglist so you can let me know which fic you want to be tagged in. I hope you'll enjoy this fic, let me know what you think :) luv u

Warnings: mention of sex slaves, mention of masturbation (male) but it should be fine otherwise - also, I picture reader as chubby while writing this fic and so it’ll project into the way I describe her looks - just wanted to let you know before you start reading :)  

Masterlist | Chapter 2 

He could go crazy.

Just looking at you almost makes him lose it all, but the moment he catches just a fraction of your scent through the helmet sends his body into flames, making it unbelievably hard to control himself.

It usually ends up with him storming out of the room to relieve himself in the safety of the refresher, leaving you behind wide eyed and worried with the child in your arms.

You have no idea what you do to him. He's not even sure if you know who he is, that he's an Alpha. The armor blocks most of his scent, just like it should and he's on strong blockers ever since he presented for the first time, which is probably the only thing holding him back from going fully into rut and claim you as his ever since the day he met you.

He's sure you've never smelled him before because otherwise he thinks you wouldn't be so open and sweet in his presence.

You're not afraid of him, not like others sometimes are, which makes him feel good about himself. He never really cared about what others think about him, until you came into his life and suddenly your opinion is something almost holy to Din.

You're such an amazing little Omega, perfectly embodying everything he ever dreamed of.

You're his complete opossite. You're soft - not just your plump body, but your soul too. You've never held a kriffing blaster in your hands as you've told him once while taking care of his wounds after especially hard bounty-hunting. You're so innocent and pure, so caring and lovely and so beatiful it makes Din speachless sometimes. He'd do anything for you, anything to protect you.

He met you while helping villagers at some planet in Outer Rim. None of them were like the two of you, you were the only Omega living amongst them. You looked so angelic when he saw you for the first time. You were surrounded by bunch of little kids, holding the smallest of them in your arms, long white dress on, your hair flowing in the light breeze, the sun making you shine, giving you this unnatural glow, that made Din's knees buckle. And then he caught your scent and he could moan. He never smelled something so sweet and intoxicating. He became addicted within seconds, completely forgetting about anything else except for you and your pretty smile and shining eyes.

The leader of the villagers, kind elder lady, told him about you, about the child she found in the woods, abandoned by her parents. She raised you as her own, knowing well who you are and why you'd been left behind there. It was most likely for your protection, since people like you are rare, which puts you in so much danger. Din heard the awful stories of what they do to Omegas, how they sell them and use them as sex slaves and his blood boils every single time he thinks about it. You were safe at the planet in the middle of nowhere, especially after Din got rid of the Rancor living not so far from your home.

The woman who raised you eventually introduced you to the Mandalorian after the villagers managed to persuade Din to stay for a few days to get some rest and enough supplies so he and his foundling could keep traveling and they threw a celebration as a thank you to the bounty hunter for giving their village peace once again.

You were charmed by the little green baby almost immediately after you saw him for the first time. You were always great with kids, they just naturally liked you thanks to your designation, that's why you were chosen by the villagers to take care of them while their parents worked and this adorable stranger wasn't an exception. You were the one who watched after him while his father went after the business to kill the Rancor who's been menancing your home for a while now. You were so grateful that the Mandalorian took the job and decided to help you. There weren't many travelers that stopped by at your home planet and the tall hunter covered in beskar caught your attention almost instantly. You found yourself being somehow pulled to him nearly unearthly, something you've never experienced before. Your mother always spoke of him with kind words, making him grew to you even more, your hidden fascination with him slowly increasing. When she told you she'll finally introduce you to him during the celebration, you became so excited and so nervous like never before. You put on your best dress and braided your hair even more thoroughly and decoratively than usually, trying to make yourself look as beautiful as possible, wanting to make the right impression.

You thought he didn't even notice your presence during his stay.

Little did you know you were the only thing Din could think of ever since he laid his eyes on you and he'd find you the most gorgeous woman even if you stood in front of him covered in Rancor blood and mud just like he was just hours before the celebration. But when you finally appeared in front of him in the light blue dress that hugged your curves perfectly, your hair braided to not fall into your angelic face, looking up at him with your eyes full of hope and adoration, he thought he was dreaming. That couldn't be real. But it was. It was and Din was melting once you spoke to him, your voice was like a salve for his soul. You thanked him for all that he's done for your village but he was barely listening, his focus slipping as he took in your features, your pretty lips moving as you spoke and that light blush covering your cheeks from the apparent nervosity, that projected partly into your scent too, making Din want to take you into his arms and soothe all your worries.

When you exchanged the pleasantries, Din was the one who turned immensely nervous. He didn't know what to say, how to talk to you in order to not scare you off. He wanted to stay in your presence forever. Fortunately you turned out to be much more talkative than him and your easy-going personality eventually put him at ease. You talked about the baby, about your village, about your mother, about your dream to travel the galaxy, about anything and everything that came to your mind and Din listened patiently with genuine interest, watching you hold the baby close to your chest until the little womp rat fell asleep nuzzled to your neck. He knew it was wrong, the way his body reacted to the sight of the two of you, but you were such a perfect Omega for him, for his foundling and you didn't even know it, it made him more than frustrated. He jerked off to the memory of it in the small refresher in his cot for the first time that night, not knowing it will be just one of many that were about to come.

When he told you he was leaving, you were devastated. Your fascination turned into crush after the evening spent by the side of the silent hunter, sharing your thoughts and dreams with him as if he was your friend. You've never met someone who'd interest you as much as he did and you didn't want to let him go. Your mother noticed and offered you to leave with the bounty hunter and follow your dreams to travel the galaxy. You knew it wasn't easy for her at all to even let the words out in the first place, but she loved you too much to hold you back from what you wanted your whole life. Besides, she'd talked about it with Din before she offered it to you and even though he was hesitant at first, he eventually agreed to take you with him. She knew Din is honorable man and she made and agreement with him. He'll keep you safe, he'll never do anything to hurt you and if you ever want to go back, he'll take you there. In exchange she gave him handsome amount of credits, which he initially refused but she eventually forced him to take it anyway.

You were both excited and worried to leave. You wanted to finally follow your dreams but you didn't want to leave your mother and your home. After many tears and many hugs the hatch of the Razor Crest closed behind you and you left your home planet with the Mandalorian and his little green boy.

The things between you and Din settled into pleasant cycle pretty soon. You became the babysitter of the child, taking care of him while Din went on his hunts. In exchange he always showed you the most interesting places on each planet you two visited during the quarter of the cycle you're travelling together. He knows he'll never get enough of the way your eyes shine once he shows you something new. He also introduced you to his friends on Navarro, Cara Dune and Greef Karga, strong female Alpha and facetious male Beta, who took you in like a family, making you feel already excited to see them in the future, even though Din's not really sure he's prepared to face their teasing ever again. You learned more about Din, about his culture, about his job, about the child and his magic powers and about Din's goal to find the people called Jedis, who could help him learn more about it.

The three of you became somewhat of a family, or at least that's what you'd call it. Din never really expressed any of his opinions on his life with you and the child.

Of course, you don't know about all of the things that run through his head every single time he sees you playing or cuddling with the child, or when you bring him food, providing for him as if it was the most natural thing in the galaxy, or when he watches you sleep in his bunk with the baby cuddled to your chest. You're perfect in his eyes, you are more than he deserves. Once you are asleep and he's alone in the cockpit, the ship on autopilot, he lets himself dream of the life with you. Of the family you two could become. You're his clan, you and the child. He's your protector, always will be. But he's too insecure about himself, about the life he can offer you, knowing too well it might not be something fitted for a sweet Omega like you and the little green thing, that you both treat like your own. He knows you deserve more, that you deserve a strong, gentle, caring Alpha who'll take care of you. But just the thought of you with someone else than him makes him so angry, so nervous, so frustrated, that he always immediately shoves those thoughts away.

On the other hand, you find yourself thinking about him almost every single time before you fall asleep, holding the baby close to your scent gland, since you know your pheromones are calming him down. You have a suspicion about Din's designation ever since he let you sleep in his bunk the first night, the heavenly scent that enveloped you the moment your face met his pillow almost send you into a heat, which was something so surprising and so overwhelming, that it took everything you had to calm yourself down, but you're not courageous enough to ask him openly. So all you have is your inkling and your yearning for your quiet companion.

But things are getting kind of out of hand these days. Din seems even more tense in your presence, he started avoiding you, hiding in the cockpit all the time. His standoffish attitude makes you sad and stressed, which leads to the kid being more fussy and living on the Razor Crest suddenly becomes a real hell for the three of you and so one day Din lets you know you'll spend a few days with another of his friends. He even came down of the cockpit to tell you.

The moment he saw you standing there after more than week of avoiding you, he couldn't believe his eyes. You looked like you haven't slept for days properly, your sweet scent turned into something that made Din's guts twist, he could feel your frustration and your confusion, all mixing up in that huge dark cloud of distress, that clawed on his heart. Did he do this? Did he make you feel so awful just by avoiding you? How is he supposed to explain that he's been doing this all for you? To protect you? How can he ever make you understand he's avoiding you because he could feel the signs of your upcoming heat and he doesn't trust himself around you because of it? He doesn't want to scare you off or make you feel like he would hurt you, because he'd never do such thing. He just wants you so much, his Alpha wants your Omega, and he can't really help it.

When he lands on Sorgan, he feels like if someone took something heavy off of his shoulders. He knows you'll be safe here and that you can go through your heat without any unwanted interaction from his side. He climbs down from the cockpit, knowing you're probably still asleep and so he heads straight to his bunk, finding it open and you and the child still breathing steadily in your sleep. You are laying on your side, pulling the baby against your chest, your hair splayed around you, the tunic you have on, his tunic, covering you all the way to your thick thighs, where the clothing rides up over your hip, exposing a hem of your panties and your delicate soft skin, making Din's cock twitch in his pants at the sight and he mentally curses the Maker for constantly letting you tempt his poor soul.

When he manages to collect himself at least partly, he decides to wake you up as he planned to do before he stumbled upon this breathtaking sight of you and his foundling.

"(Y/N)," he says, keeping his voice soft to not scare you, not wanting to ruin the peace he can feel from you now, knowing you might not feel so well when you wake up. You hum instead of answering and you readjust your position, sticking your ass out even more prominently, making something hot lick on his spine, his cock hardening in his slacks. Kriff it!

"Cyar'ika, wake up. We are already here," he says, trying not to stare at your exposed legs and not think too much about how beautifully you reacted to him calling your name, almost presenting for him. You finally open your pretty eyes, taking in a deep breath and yawning, before you turn to the little one, murmuring soft words to him to wake him as well, and all of that is too much for Din to handle, and so while you and the baby slowly connect to the reality fully, preparing for the new day, he deals with all those pent up emotions in the refresher.

When he comes out of there, you're fully clothed in one of your pretty dresses and you're having a breakfast with the baby. He knows he can't get lost in the cockpit again because it wouldn't make much sense, not that he would do things that make sense these days, but he doesn't want to harm you by his actions even more than he already did, feeling your mood might be slightly better today, and so he joins the two of you, sitting on one of the boxes with munition, opposite you and the baby, who immediately puts down his bowl of soup and extends his small hands towards Din, wanting to be held by him after all the time he distanced himself from the little one. He obligates the wish of the baby and takes him into his arms, pulling him closer against his armored chest. He notices the small smile you give him at the sight of the two of them interacting and he realizes how much he actually missed your company.

"How are you today?" He asks, clearing his throat, his visor meeting your eyes. You look as if you were surprised that he even speaks to you and you have no idea how much that hurts him. That's how much his stupid approach to the issue changed your view of him?

"Eh- good, I think. I just couldn't really sleep at the night. The baby is kind of restless these days," you murmur. You're not saying it like you blame him, you're not trying to make him feel bad, you're not complaining and Din wishes he could slap himself for how awfully he treated you these past few days. He truly doesn't deserve you.

"I'm sorry. I- I'll take care of him during our stay here, mesh'la. You don't have to worry about anything," he states.

"No, it's okay. I didn't mean it like that. I- I'm capable of taking care of him. I-I'm sorry," you look down, your scent intesifying, your frustration spreading through it, stinging in Din's nose, making his Alpha roar and beg to be allowed to soothe your Omega.

"There's no reason for you to apologize, mesh'la. I'm the one who should do so," he states and you raise your gaze to face his helmet again, anticipation apparent from the tension in your body.

"I- I acted like a fool for these past days and I apologize. You don't deserve that," he says and you move just a little bit closer to him, making his heart pick up pace.

"It's okay, Din. You don't have to say that. I- I know I can be annoying sometimes, it's only natural you need a break from me once in a while," you murmur and Din wants to groan out, the way this whole situation is getting more and more complicated even though he thought his apology will make it all easier is frustrating for him to say at least.

"No, no, cyar'ika. You're not annoying at all, no such thing. I- I'm just-," he's not sure how to put what he feels into words in order to not startle you anyhow. You give him a confused glance, your eyebrows curving above your gentle eyes.

"Then what is it? Did I do something? Or is it you? Are you ill?" You ask, worry filling your chest. Din takes a deep breath and sighs, shaking his head softly, knowing that the only way out of this bewildering circle is to tell the truth.

"I'm not ill, ad'ika. It's just- I can feel it," he says, hoping you'll understand what he means. You must know your heat is approaching right? Or maybe you didn't notice yet. By the way your soft frown even deepens he knows that it's the second option and he already feels stupid.

"Feel what?" You ask and Din is thanking the Maker for the beskar helmet on his face, because otherwise you'd be able to see the dark blush that covers his cheeks now.

"Your heat," he mumbles so quietly you almost overhear it over the soft cooing of the baby in his arms. The moment your brain registers his words, you can feel your whole face burning, your gaze darting to the ground in order to avoid any eye contact.

"Oh," is all you say, biting on your lower lip. You feel embarrassed for not noticing sooner. But you realize, that if he noticed then-

"Are you an Alpha?" You ask, your voice little, beforehand instinctively submitting to him, even though you don't know the answer yet for sure. It stirs something in Din, that takes all of his willpower to push back.

"Yes," he states and you look up at him, your eyes so big he has to clench his jaw in order to not do something he'd definitely regret later.

"Why didn't you tell me?" You murmur and Din can sense the pure confusion in your scent.

"I- I didn't want to scare you off, cyar'ika. I- I was worried you'll be afraid of me," he states, scratching on the back of his neck nervously.

"Afraid of you? How could I? You've never gave me a reason, Din," you say, small smile tugging on your lips, making Din's stiff body relax at least partly as it finally looks like it's all starting to clear up.

"I know- I just- I'm sorry I haven't told you. You deserved to know," he says and you nod two times, accepting his words.

"It's okay. But please, don't- don't lie to me again, if you could," you plead and Din nods.

"I won't. Never again," he promises, making you smile, brighter than before, his whole heart warming up at the sight. It feels like all that heavy tension that was present on the board through the past days just dissipated like it happens with the air after the storm. It makes all of you feel so much more at ease, including the baby.

"Is- is my heat the reason why we are here?" You ask, the question popping up out of nowhere.

"Yes. This is a safe place, mesh'la. You'll be okay here," he states and you look into his visor, nervousness apparent from your movements.

"You'll leave?" You ask as if you wanted him to stay and it feels like a bucket of cold water to Din. Could you mean it?

"Yes. It's for your own good," he nods, even though he's not as sure about his words as he was before and you look down, murmuring an okay.

You thought he'll stay with you now that you know he's an Alpha, that he'll help you through it, but apparently he doesn't feel the same need to be with you as you feel to him. You push your disappointment away, trying to not make this weird just because of your emotions and you decide to catch up on all the talking you missed while being isolated.

"Where are we now?" You look at him, handing the baby his bowl of soup before turning to yours and slurping from it.

"On Sorgan. I once helped the villagers here just like I did at your home planet. The people here are very kind. I think you'll like them," he states and you smile softly.

"Well, I hope they are at least as funny as Cara and Karga," you muse and Din chuckles, shaking his head a bit. He wished more than once since your meeting with them, that he haven't introduced you to them at all. They told you lots of made up stuff just to piss Din off and make him look like a clumsy idiot, but the sweet sound of your laughter made it worth it at least partly. He just hopes you don't believe their stupid stories.

"Din, I- I'm sorry if I'm complicating things anyhow now," you say softly, putting down your empty bowl.

"Not at all, mesh'la. I took you here because I want you to feel safe while going through such tough time," he states and his solicitude for you feeds your Omega like a woman starved. You wish you could tell him that you'd feel the safest if he was by your side though.

"Thank you," you manage to smile at him and he just gives you one of his nods, no words needed.

You and the baby finish your breakfast, before you pack your bag and leave the Razor Crest, knowing you probably won't see the ship sooner than in about a week. Until then, you will have to make yourself at home in the village you've never been to and spend time with people you've never met, while the only person you want to be with during your heat will be probably on completely different planet. The thought alone makes you anxious but you won't complain, already feeling like you're causing too much trouble to Din and his foundling. You'll have to be strong. It's not like you two are mates after all. You managed to always take care of it on your own. Why should this time be different, right?

[omgreally]

You're awesome and I love everything you write. I was wondering if you'd be down to do some head cannons. This has to do with depression so if you'd rather not read it think about that please just delete this ask.

I've been having such a hard time over the last 9 or 10 months dealing with depression. I don't want to burden you with what I'm going through, so I won't. I know everyone has had a lot to deal with over the past year and a half. I'm just wondering how you think Din might be supportive through a time like this? He's my comfort character and I know it's kind of lame to turn to a fictional character but it's nice to have a bit of an escape from real life sometimes

Hey anon. I struggle pretty badly with depression and I feel you (oh man, you have no idea how much!) I hope you're hanging in there and I hope this little headcanon/drabble thing also helps.

It never feels like it'll end, but sometimes there are moments that help me get by, so my only advice is to focus on those moments if you get them. It's not lame at all for fic to be your way of getting by - it's definitely one of the ways I do!

If you ever want to talk 100% dm me even if it's to gush over fic or Din or Pedro or to rant or what have you. I'm an internet stranger but I am here! <3

As it Should Be

Din Djarin/F!Reader - Rating: E - WC: 1465 - TW: Depression, mental health, unhealthy coping mechanisms, and a small smattering of smut (bc it's me)

Din notices that you’re off.

It’s little things here and there - you refuse food, you’re sleeping too much; you’re found more often than not taking up most of the cramped space in your shared bunk. You tell him it’s nothing - that everything’s fine, which it is; you’ve finally found a place you belong, albeit with a strange armored bounty hunter and his green space baby.

Things are good between you - he gives you his hands, his body, eventually even his name and glimpses of his face in the dark as he kisses the back of your neck and cups your hips with the welcoming grind of his. Din makes love to you slow when you need it, rough when you want it - and he never fails to make you come, gasping on the syllable of his name. But there are other times he can’t reach you, when you’re quiet and staring off into space, and you tell him it’s nothing - because it is.

It’s nothing, this feeling: a persisting numbness where there should be joy, or love, or fierceness. You fight to emulate the emotions because you know they should be yours, but your laugh as you play with Grogu is hollow, and your smile for Din is forced. He notices, because you have spent months together by now, because he is trained to notice these things: things out of the ordinary in places, things, people. And you are, besides being quite extraordinary, not yourself.

You’re not sure when it started, or why. You wanted to get away - your most fervent wish to abandon your former life and start anew. You never thought it would be with a Mandalorian, but you are grateful, and everything is different. Maybe that’s why it’s so hard - accepting that things are different, accepting that things could be different, could be good.

Maybe that’s what it is; an inability to believe that you deserve this, these soft moments that feel like they’ve been stolen from another’s life and inserted into your own. It’s hard having a place to sleep - arms to sleep in - warmth and food and love where before, you had nothing. The dichotomy of your life is startling: half of it spent in darkness, going hungry too often, cold too often, the places within you that you thought were strong crumbling away beneath the relentless march of terrible days with no end. Suddenly being whisked away from that is like whiplash. You’re thankful, but you’re floored by it. It will take time to stand up.

Somehow, Din knows this, and he helps without helping. Whether it’s letting you sleep - bringing you food - volunteering to watch the kid himself, giving you time alone when you land on a new planet and he ventures out for supplies. You’re glad he doesn’t push you, and you show it as you begin to emerge from the shell you’ve built yourself, the layers of misery cracking like sediment breaking free underwater.

It’s slow, the erosion of this feeling - this not-feeling - but you catch glimpses of light here and there: the baby tugging on Din’s pants leg, chanting ‘Batu, batu, batu’ until he picks him up and holds him close; Din bringing you something he calls Tusken stew he made himself which tastes awful but you force it down because he made it for you; waking up with the baby on your chest, the tip of his ear tickling your chin; going to bed with Din, helping him remove his Beskar, piece-by-piece. Always hesitating when you get to the helmet.

“Let me,” he says, and you hear the pneumatic hiss as the seal releases, and he lifts it from his head. You take it from him and set it aside, always surprised by how heavy it feels. To Din - to Mando - it seems to weigh nothing at all.

You set it aside with the rest of his armor; careful, reverent even. You still don’t know much about the Mandalorian Creed, but he’s told you enough that you know to respect it. You know that him showing his face, even in the dark, is a big deal. You don’t comment on it, though - you accept the gift without drawing undue attention to it and for that, Din is thankful.

“Are you okay, mesh’la?” he asks the question casually, as if he’s asking you what you want for breakfast tomorrow, but your stomach drops immediately. He senses your trepidation - feels the way you shrink away from him, suddenly shy to the touch. “I’m sorry,” he adds hurriedly, hesitant - quite unlike the usually stoic Beskar warrior. But there’s no Beskar, just the two of them in the dark, undressed and undressing in other ways.

“I don’t want to - to scare you off - but I worry,” Din continues haltingly, stumbling over his words. You imagine his hands steady on his rifle and can’t reconcile that with the slightly awkward man sitting knee-to-knee with you, and your blank heart warms a little.

“Din,” you say, taking his hand, and he flinches like he always does at first - you imagine him closing his eyes at the contact before he accepts it, turns his hand over, lacing his fingers with yours. “You could never scare me off.”

It strikes you as funny all of a sudden - comforting him, but it gives you something to focus on other than the feeling like you’re fading away piece by piece. He puts you back together with a kiss - slow and deep and soon turning molten, the slick sweep of his tongue waking you from your indifferent haze. You respond in kind, curling your fists into his shirt, and he urges you back - fills the space above you, eclipsing what feels like the entirety of the cramped, closed-in bunk.

You don’t feel trapped, though; on the contrary, you feel freed. The sweep of his bare hands up your torso, lifting your shirt over your tits has you keen; the feel of his mouth dragged forcefully from yours, down your neck, descending on your nipples makes you a little feral, a little uncontrolled in a way you know he likes. It’s you, and you’ve been missing for a while.

Clothes disappear with frantic movements - you slide together, naked at last. Din’s cock is so hard against your thigh that you wonder if it hurts, but you don’t wonder long before he’s pushing it into you with smooth, shallow, stretching thrusts until you wrap your legs around him and urge him on with a whisper for “More, Din. More.”

He fucks you like it’s the first time - like it’s new, and you don’t miss the tremble in his hands as he works one between your bodies and thumbs at the throbbing point of your clitoris. He draws your orgasm from you without effort, gives in to his, spilling with a gasp into the welcoming grasp of your cunt.

The post-coital high fades eventually, and he slips from you, cleans you up, and instead of rolling onto your side you settle over him with your head on his broad chest, listening to his heart beat beneath the scars.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper in the dark, where you feel safest, where the words won’t hurt - where you don’t need to hide them or take them back. “I haven’t felt right for a while.”

“I know.” He strokes your back, and you feel the brush of his stubble, the press of his lips against your forehead. “You’re allowed to feel like that if you want.”

“Really?” you sniff, and there they are - the tears - tears you haven’t shed since leaving your home planet, as awful as it was, behind. Tears you haven’t allowed yourself your whole life, because they mean nothing, they fix nothing - and yet, as you let them flow, something fragile and tangible inside you shifts. “You’re not disappointed in me?”

“Never.” He lifts your chin with a finger for a more solid kiss. “You’re the strongest person I know, mesh’la.”

You smile, even as the tears break your dam, send you crumbling and insensate as you sob into the Mandalorian’s chest. He lets you, stroking your back, your hair, murmuring platitudes and assurances that would be meaningless from anyone else but aren’t now, because they’re from him.

“It’s okay,” he tells you, as the sobs ease to hiccups, as your tears dry sticky on his sternum. He kisses them away from your lips and together you taste salt and regret and things that don’t make sense, but are, and they’re wonderful. He’s wonderful. “It’s okay.”

“Yes, it is,” you agree, settling in his arms, eyes red, throat raw; you feel, impossibly, better.

Because you know now: It’s okay for you to not be okay. Din Djarin is not going anywhere.

And all is as it should be.

[castiel-barnes]

Holocron dreams.

The Mandalorian and The Jedi.

Pairing: Din Djarin x Jedi Reader.

Summary: After looking at what's on the Holocron, a sense of déjà vu and a series of nightmares ensue.

Wordcount: 1.7K

Warnings: PTSD. Dark premonitions. Swearing. Soft Din. Hurt comfort. Mentions of throwing up.

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Tags: @phoenixhalliwell @prideandpascal @scribbledghost @farfromjustordinary @ginger-swag-rapunzel

A/N: The dream and message section of writing will be written in type writer font.

The Razor Crest was still set down by the river on Miko -7. Even though Grogu was tired, he was restless after seeing what you had found in the cave.

A holocron.

You sat there thinking, and you decided to open it. Din had been sitting next to you, with Grogu in your lap and Grogu knew what was about to happen.

"You ready cyare?" Din asked almost hesitantly,

"Yeah." You responded just staring at the blue cube that had gold embedded onto it.

Closing your eyes, the air in the area around the three of you shifted. It was a similar change when you rebuilt your lightsaber, but this time. It was stronger. Grogu shifted in Dins lap and looked at him whining.

"I know Ad'ika. I know." Din whispered to him.

The holocron started to float in front of you. And no matter how much force you were using, it didn't feel like you were straining. As you sat there, the holocron opened and that's when a projection of Obi Wan Kenobi turned up.

You opened your eyes and gasped a little. Not expecting to have found this.

"This is Master Obi Wan Kenobi. I regret to report that both our Jedi Order and the Republic have fallen, with the dark shadow of the Empire rising to take their place. This message is a warning and a reminder for any surviving Jedi. Trust in the force. Do not return to the temple. That time has passed. And our future is uncertain. We will each be challenged. Our trust... our faith... our friendships. But we must persevere. And in time a new hope will emerge. May the force be with you... always.'

Tears pricked your eyes. This wasn't the first time you had heard this message. But everytime, it reminded of everything that was lost.

The holocron closed and fell to the ground as you tried to wrap your head around the growing headache. Grogu had sensed your slight distress, and climbed into your lap cooing.

"I-i know buddy. I wasn't expecting that either." You spoke softly to Grogu,

You felt Din move closer to you, placing his hand on your knee.

"Y/N what was that?" Din asked, wondering what he had just been looking at and what the message meant.

"That was Kenobi, he was a former master at the Jedi Order. And that was the message he sent out... sent out after order 66. I was so young and when I heard that, I was so scared. But I got out. I escaped Din. We escaped." You said closing your eyes as you felt Grogu hide his face into your chest.

Din pulled you gently into him. Though it wasn't comfortable with his beskar. You knew he meant well. The three of you stayed there for a little while, until the sun went down. You didn't realise at the time how tired you were, using the force, hearing the message. The feeling of anxiety. The same anxiety of hearing the message for the first time.

"I think I might go to bed." You stated giving Grogu back to Din,

"Okay, you alright though?" Din stated a bit concerned. You nodded and smiled walking into the crest. Grogu whined looking up at Din.

"Yeah, I'm worried too kid." Din said watching you retreat back. Din sighed, and continued to play with Grogu for the next hour and a bit. Then after finally getting Grogu to sleep, Din was left alone for a while.

He locked the Crest up, knowing that neither of you would be going out for the rest of the night. At some point Din must've fallen asleep. Because the next thing he knew, he jolted awake. Something obviously waking him up.

Sitting there quietly for the next few seconds, that's when he heard you. Whimpering, muttering and thrashing around. He bolted out the chair, and he rushed to the cot where you laid.

"Y/N? Y/N come on wake up. You need to wake up!" Din stated holding your arms gently.

Inside your dream, lots of things were happening. Everything was in diasary, the first thing you knew was that you were running with a bundle of blankets in your arms.

"Trust in the force......."

You heard Kenobi say. Spinning around you saw bodies laying on the floor. Bodies of former padawans. Then turning around you saw the bodies of Resistance fighters. Your friends. X-wings crashing as they were shot down above Endor. You felt the pain of the wounds you got, the ones that caused scars.

Din could physically feel you shaking, your night shirt sticking to your clammy skin. This was one of many times that Din was scared for you, he was struggling to wake you up. Not knowing what was going on.

"Fuck. Come on cyar’ika, you have to wake up. It's just a bad dream mesh'la, come on." Din stated, his eyes misting over a little bit.

You flinched hard as you heard blaster fire all around you. Images of clones over running cities. Being trapped in corners.

Then the imagery changed. You didn't recognise it though. You recognised the location, but ... this had yet to happen. Again you flinched at the sound of blaster fire, but this time it was no clones. It was Stormtroopers. Lots of them. Then someone else, this time only wearing partial armour.

"My name is Moff Gi......"

Another voice coming over Dins comms. There was your friend the shock trooper. Greef Carga.

Then you were outside. And an explosion went off. Right by Din. It felt like your heart had stopped.

From Din's perspective, you had momentarily stopped breathing. That made him panic. He knew it wasn't the best idea, but he shook you slightly and took your pulse to make sure you were still there.

Next in your dream, you were back inside. But Din was laying there, almost motionless and unresponsive.

"Din?" You muttered, running over to him. Discovering blood underneath his helmet.

"Din? No. No Din. Please." You muttered, your back arching a little with you whimpering.

"Cyar’ika wake up. I'm right here. I promise, you're safe." Din tried waking you again,

"This...is...the...way."

Din choked out in your dream. The next thing you knew, you were screaming and crying being dragged away. And then a buzz of a saber.

That. Was when you woke. Screaming and crying. You could barely breathe. You looked around the cot and found his helmet infront of you.

"D-din...I." You tried to speak but you couldn't.

"It's alright sweetheart I promise." He reassured you,

You still couldn't breathe properly and you were choking on sobs. Feeling like you were about to throw up, you gagged and Din took that as an obvious hint.

He grabbed you an empty bucket, and sat it in your lap.

"Let it out baby, come on let it out." Din stated rubbing your back. You heaved and let out what you had for dinner. Making you feel a bit better.

But you were still crying and shaking, your voice gone from screaming.

"You're safe now cyare, you're safe." Din kept reassuring you. He stood up, and you grabbed for his wrist with a begging look.

"I'm just taking my armour off. I promise." He reassured you, kneeling to your level. You blinked at him for a moment, and then nodded and watched as he stood. Din quickly discarded his armour, and carefully climbed onto the cot with you.

"D-din, my throat... it hurts." You stated, voice scratchy and hoarse,

"I know cyar’ika, here some water." Din gave you a canteen of water, and watched as you gulped it down.

You were still breathing heavily, tears staining your cheeks. Laying against Dins chest, you felt his heartbeat against your ear. You knew at this point that he was alive, you were safe and Din was safe.

The next thing you knew, Din turned off the lights with his vambrace that was on the cot next to you. You heard the hiss of his helmet, and then felt the warmth of his lips on your head.

"You don't have to talk about it cyare. But I'm here, I promise you now that I'll always be here. You're safe. Always." Din stated whispering in your ear.

Though you were asleep, the nightmares took a lot of energy out of you. You nodded off, and cuddled into Din's chest. He always felt so warm, even in the coldest of nights when going through hyperspace.

By now Din had decided not to fall back to sleep. Too worried that you might fall into another nightmare. During the midst of your dreams, the things you mumbled out and the force of your thrashing around made Din consider that you've been through more than he thought. More than you told him.

He thought about asking you. But was too scared that he might trigger something and cause you to go into another panic.

Grogu had woken up, feeling and hearing the disturbance from you. He crawled into your lap and fell back to sleep shortly after.

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The next morning:

When you awoke the next morning, your throat felt like it had been ripped out. The slight memory of what happened coming back to you, made you shudder. But that's when you realised a warmth encompassed you.

Behind you, there was Din holding you against his chest. And on top of you was Grogu laying on your stomach.

You shifted slightly to find the canteen of water that Din had given you the previous night.

"Hey cyar’ika, you okay?" Din asked his voice sounded a bit tired,

"Yeah... my throat is hurting again." You rasped out, leaning back into Din. He found the canteen and passed it back to you. Taking a few sips of water, your throat felt slightly better.

"Din... I'm sorry about last night." You let out in a whisper.

"Hey, no no. No apologising. You didn't do anything wrong last night, I promise you." Din stated quickly, holding you tightly,

"It all felt so real though, and then there were other things which I don't think are real but I have no clue." You responded a few tears falling down your cheek.

"I know mesh'la. But the thing is, you're safe. Okay?" Din said softly kissing the top of your head.

The three of you stayed like the for most of the day. Not wanting to move from your positions on the cot.

[ezrasarm]

Ok so I sent that last ask and didn't actually have anything specific in mind I'm just obsessed with platonic Benny x reader. Either roommates universe or not, but what kind of stuff do they get up to when they hang out? I feel like they would probably have some interesting stories to tell. Who's the voice of reason and who's the chaotic one? Or maybe they're both chaotic 👀 thank you Moose!

Complementary Colours

A Roommates Universe Drabble

Pairing: platonic!Benny Miller x F!Reader

Warnings: crack, fluff, a hint of angst if you squint, mentions of a menstrual cycle? a lack of proofreading 

Summary: Benny kinda sorts accidentally buys you some tampons…

A/n: Once again I have no idea what I’ve created but enjoy 😂Roommates Part 3 is in progress I’m just really swamped with school right now so this’ll have to do in the meantime!

[Roommates Masterlist]

The boys can never seem to get over how it is you and Benny clicked so well. Separately you seem like polar opposites and yet the moment you’re in a room together you balance one another out perfectly. You’re like complementary colours.

When you first met you weren’t quite sure what to do with this big burly MMA fighter in what had become your living room. You had heard a lot about him from Pope and Frankie and you weren’t quite sure you would be able to find any common ground with him. He was loud, energetic and kind of intimidating. Now he was one of your closest friends.

“Hey, you want a box of tampons?” Benny calls into the apartment he’s just let himself into without so much as a knock.

“Sure…? What are you doing with a box of tampons?” You ask, eyebrows furrowed skeptically when he appears in the kitchen wielding the purple and pink box that looks hilarious in his big fight battered hands.

“Funny story- Remember that girl you helped me break up with a couple months ago? Leah?” He asks and you nod.

“She wanted something casual, you wanted to get more serious. Yeah I remember- Are you trying to give me your ex’s tampons?” You cringe slightly. Tampons are tampons but it still sounded weird to you for some reason.

“No! I ran into her at the convenience store and she wouldn’t stop going on and on about this new super fucking serious boyfriend of hers and- shit, I may or may not have accidentally let slip that I was in a relationship and they were right there so I thought ‘hey idiot, this’ll really sell it’ and I bought them and now I don’t know what to do with them so…” He said, placing the box on the counter and sliding them over towards you. Benny rarely rambled like this, you could tell he was pretty wound up about it but you still couldn’t help the goofy smile that threatened your lips.

“Yeah, yeah, laugh it up.” He throws a nod in your direction, a smile now reaching his own face as you shake your head and a soft giggle escapes you. There was a lot for him to dwell on when you came to think of it. The fact that he’d put himself out there and told her he wanted something more, that she rejected him and found that with someone else. You could see why he did it but it didn’t make the situation any less hilarious to you.

“I’m sorry,” You laugh when you go to give him a hug. “No really, I’m sorry Benny.” You say when you pull away, your laughter having subsided and he gives you a weak smile and a shrug before you decide a distraction is probably welcome at the moment.

“Is there anyone else here?” He whispers with a slight urgency to his tone, arms still wrapped loosely around your waist.

“Frankie‘s flying and Popes out doing whatever it is Pope does during the day, why?” Benny gives you a look and you know immediately what it is he wants. You sigh.

“Benny, they’re gonna have to find out at some point.” You try to say but then he gives you those puppy dog eyes he knows you can’t say no to. “Alright, I’ll get us some drinks and you can go set it up.” You concede.

You had discovered Benny’s affinity for Mario Kart one afternoon when he came over early to find you playing it on your own which just wouldn’t do for him. He was addicted, an absolute maniac for the game and he got super competitive about it too which was hysterical to you but apparently it had led to a rather large fight a couple years ago and resulted in Will banning him from the game for life… unless he was with you. Now it was one of his favorite pass times when you hung out together and you had to agree.

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[punkrock-writer]

Space Cowboy- part 5

Never Fight a Man With a Perm

Pairing- Din Djarin x F!OC 

Warnings- Swearing, Mentions Blood, Canon Typical Violence. The Gang from Chapter 6 are dicks. 

A/N- Howdy!! I’m so sorry this took so long to come out. I had a bad case of brain rot this past week and did not want to type, but it’s here and I hope ya’ll like it! I’m kind of nervous about this chapter because this was the situation that inspired the entire story, so please let me know what you think! 

I’m going to try to have the next chapter out quicker! Put who knows, I got worms in my brain! 

Masterlist AO3 

After almost taking another roll around the ship — thanks to Din's lack of a warning — Sedona was now aware of what hyperspace felt like. It was actually rather calm, quiet, and still. She wished she could see it, but she didn't really know if she should attempt to enter the cockpit. Instead, turning to face her bags, she figured it was a good time to get some real clothes on. The child cooed sadly when she set him down in the sleeping compartment, and though she hated to, she ignored him and knelt by her suitcase. Searching for something somewhat warm through the clothes that were packed for Florida was proving difficult. She settled on black leggings, an old grey Ron Jon Surf Shop hoodie, and a pair of soft crew socks. A sports bra and a fresh pair of underwear completed the 'look' and she gathered her things and headed to the shower room.

Not before quickly turning back and grabbing her deodorant, because, yuck.

With a deep breath, she decided it was finally time to look at herself.

Nothing was exciting or truly different to note about the person reflected back to her in the foggy mirror. It was the same girl, blue eyes, short brown hair, but now there was a brand new massive bruise on her left temple. Her dark circles were deeper, and her eyes were tired. But other than the wound there was nothing new. She discarded her pajamas, and slipped into the clean clothes, she never thought it would feel this good to be fully covered. Her arms all the way to her toes now concealed in comfortable fabric, and she was grateful. She quickly put her hair into a folded bun, and set to her second task, putting that extra bacta patch on her head.

Peli made it look much easier. Whatever it was, was slimy and hard to get a grip on, but once it was placed, it stuck. So now she had a slightly lopsided, oversized band-aid on her head. And she knew it was going to hurt like a bitch to yank out of her hair. Taking one last look in the mirror, she sighed.

Honestly, she looked like she was about to go take a plane trip back home, and it tugged her heart a little bit.

Shaking her head she picked her things back up and opened the door to exit into the hull. A shiny helmet of beskar startled her, he must've just jumped down from the cockpit, as he was facing her through the ladder. She tried not to think too much about the way he stared for a bit too long, most likely just assessing her change in appearance. Before she could say anything he turned sharply, stepping over to where the child pouted in the sleeping compartment. She scooted by them, heading to put her things back in her bag. And when she straightened up to see what he was doing, he was already halfway up the ladder, taking the child with him.

Sedona tried not to dwell on it too much, it's not like he knew her, he barely even trusted her. He didn't owe her any more kindness than he was already giving her. But it really didn't help when she felt like she knew him. She needed to get that idea out of her head, she didn't know jack shit about what went through his head. Seeing someone on screen is so much different than actually being around them, and Sedona had to make sure she didn't get too comfortable too fast— she couldn't afford any slip-ups. So for now she would take it slow, tiptoe around the Crest, and do what she needed to do when called.

In pursuit of being quiet, she decided now might be a good time to check her phone. She settled herself in the sleeping compartment, purse in her lap, and plucked it from the bag. The time read 10:34 am, and obviously, there was no way of telling if that was right. Her calendar read two days since she had been ripped from her hotel room, and she was pretty sure that would be reliable. As long as she had some way of knowing how long she'd been here, she could keep herself grounded.

It didn't even cross her mind that she should try to find some way to get back home.

Sedona dozed off after a while, curled around her purse in the sleeping compartment. Her circadian rhythm was thrown off, or maybe it was like some kind of space-sickness. She was just tired, and she didn't know what else to do. The plot was getting scrambled in her head, and until Din jogged her mind in some way, she wasn't going to risk getting a headache thinking about it.

So she slept, the soft hum of hyperspace lulling her into relaxation, no matter how uncomfortable the bed was.

~o~o~o~

That was how Din found her a few hours later. Curled like a lothcat around one of her smaller bags. The child gurgled in happiness at the sight of her— he was the reason they were down there, wailing incessantly at the ladder. He didn't understand why he liked her so much, but if he trusted anyone, it was the child. So he set him down next to her knees, a position they had just recently been in. The child began climbing up her legs, and Din could only look on in amusement as she grumbled something incoherent.

The toddler reached his intended destination, her shoulder, and began to tap his tiny hands on her cheek. Din couldn't stop a small smile from breaking his features, thankful for the helmet once again. Her eyes popped open, panic clear on her features as she turned to look at what was tapping her face, and a smile overtook her.

"Hey little guy, how'd you get up there." Din pretended not to notice the roughness of her voice or the sleepy smile that turned to face him. "Oh I see now, you had an accomplice."

She slowly sat up, taking care to hold the child steady. She folded her legs in front of her, setting him in her lap. The child smiled up at him, and before he could stop himself, a gloved hand reached out and stroked his ear. Din wasn't used to showing affection in front of others, especially people he didn't fully trust. But the atmosphere was so relaxed, and it seems his body reacted before his mind could stop it.

"Did we stop somewhere?" Her quiet voice broke him out of his trance, his head snapped back up to meet hers. She looked worried, her eyes searched the helmet, and her teeth caught her bottom lip. Din told himself he was just observing a possible threat, analyzing her tells.

Subconsciously, that was a different story.

"No," he paused to clear his throat when it came out in a whisper. "I've picked up a job, I'm changing our course, and we'll be there in an hour... I just—" well Din didn't really know why exactly he felt the need to warn her. "I just wanted to know if you had... anything to tell me." Right, just trying to get information. Her eyes seemed to light up in recognition, her brow furrowed in concentration.

"Who- or what is the job exactly." She looked confused still, her eyes zoned in on something in the distance, deep in thought.

"It's with an old... acquaintance of mine." His voice was rougher than he intended, still not really enjoying the idea of the job. But by the way her eyes darkened, he knew it was probably going to be a big mistake.

~o~o~o~

Sedona's mind instantly hooked onto the information and dragged it from the depths of the scramble. This situation, she knew well. This episode, she had watched, many times. For the plot... not for the way the red lights danced off beskar or the amazingly hot fight scenes.

No for the plot.

She knew what she needed to do.

"They betray you, they're going to try and shove you in a cell and leave you there... and a droid tries to shoot the baby— and they're all massive dicks, every one of them." Okay. That sounded crazy, she didn't mean for everything to tumble out like that. According to the way Din suddenly stood straight and alert, she probably didn't say the right things. "Wait... but you get out of it, no one gets hurt— except for the assholes— but they deserved it a-and you get money."

He just stood there, still as a rock. She couldn't imagine how all of that sounded to him. He probably didn't even know what the mission was supposed to be, and she had already informed him it was doomed from the start.

Yeah, I gotta work on the info delivery.

He let out a long sigh. His fingers twitched at his side, he probably would've rubbed his forehead in frustration if he could. She could feel herself shrinking in the silence, she unconsciously held onto the baby in her lap a little tighter. He cooed at her, seemingly sensing her anxiety. His little 3 clawed hands tapped at hers that held his waist.

"Well... like I said, an hour." He then turned and quickly made his way to the ladder. Climbing into the cockpit in almost record time. Sedona let a long sigh escape her, bringing one hand up to rub her eyes. She wasn't tired anymore, anxiety had squandered that quickly.

She had to either, A. Figure out some way to keep Din from being tricked and captured. Or B. Make sure Grogu doesn't alert the droid of his presence. For some reason, the situation felt wrong. She knew this mission was on course to go sour, but there was a bad feeling whispering at the edges of her mind.

Everything was feeling super, extra, bad and it was making her stomach hurt.

Or maybe she was just fucking starving.

Sedona realized she had never eaten the 'bar' Peli had given her. And an all-liquid diet the day before probably wasn't helping her whole, situation. Moving the child from her lap, she placed her feet on the ground. Thankful for her socks as the cold of the metal seeped through the fabric. She walked over to her suitcase— not really remembering where she had put the food— the entire evening leading up to her fight with Toro was a blur. When she didn't find it in her purse, she searched through her suitcase. Her hands touched the foil wrapping, and suddenly there was another presence at her side.

The little green gremlin was a bloodhound for food, it was like he read her mind and teleported to her. Letting out an excited squeal when she brought the bar into view, Sedona couldn't help but laugh with him. Sitting cross-legged in front of her suitcase she invited him to sit with her. And with more adorable grunts and snorts he sat down in between her legs, eyes never leaving the bar.

"Okay we can share, but don't tell your dad" she whispered, he made a soft coo in response. The bar looked like someone had put a granola bar through a grinder, and then reformed it back into a bar. Not exactly the most appetizing thing, but food was food, and the little guy seemed excited. She broke off a small piece— yes she had witnessed the child swallow a frog whole— but he was so little in front of her, so she went by baby rules and gave him something small. He grabbed it in his little hands, and then she broke off a piece for herself.

It was dry, and tasted kind of like a protein bar, but not at all like a protein bar. It was just different, but with the way the child inhaled it, she knew it was probably worth eating. They carried on like this till it was gone, Grogu munching happily, not minding the crumbs that fell into his lap. She was able to choke it down with the assistance of the water bottle that still sat in her purse. But eating didn't seem to help the way her stomach twisted in worry. When she wasn't distracting herself by watching the child, her mind wandered dangerously.

She couldn't tell if the walls her mind had put up the moment she dropped on the Crest were finally crumbling. Or if something was actually wrong. Her head was starting to hurt again, and now with a stomach ache, she felt like she was starting to break down. She needed another distraction.

Crumbling up the wrapper she turned to her suitcase. The child babbled a little, probably wondering if she had more food. Instead, she was just looking for anything; she moved through everything in the bag, toiletries, bras, a journal. And then she felt something solid. Her boots! She had honestly figured she didn't have any shoes here. Those had been the first thing to come out of her suitcase when she got to her hotel. But now, pulling her work boots from the depths, it was the first time she had actually been excited to see them. They were beat up hiking boots, with the perfect amount of ankle support and non-slip bottom to make it in space.

"Well, are you gonna let me put these on or what?" She said to the child in her lap, he tilted his head with a coo. She slowly started to straighten her legs, he made a squeal and then started to wiggle away from her. She laughed, helping him get off her lap and setting him to the side. He grunted, loudly, instantly very mad at her. She chuckled again, trying not to notice the way her hands shook as she began to lace up her boots.

Grogu toddled over to the ladder, reaching his arms up toward the cockpit. She couldn't help the smile, she finished tying her boots, standing, and headed over to the child. He was hanging from the 3rd rung of the ladder, obviously getting his speed from his father, she was able to catch him just as his 3 fingers slid off the metal. She rose and looked up with anticipation, obviously he wanted to go up there, and that meant she would have to... talk to Din.

She swallowed, but the baby in her arms let out an impatient squeal, reaching his arms up. She let out a breath she didn't know she was holding.

"Um... D-Mando" she called, catching herself on the name quickly. "G-The kid wants to come up, i-is it alright if I bring him up." She hated the way she was stumbling through this, it shouldn't be that difficult to ask, but she almost shaking in fear at the prospect of being dropped off on the next planet. Her subconscious was telling her the Din she knew wouldn't do that, but this wasn't the Din she 'knew', this was a stranger. God, why did this have to be so complicated?

There was a long daunting pause. "Just don't touch anything." She let out a sigh of relief, and quickly attempted the climb to the cockpit. Proving to be much trickier with one hand. Her head breached the hole, and in front of her was something amazing. The cockpit of the Razor Crest lit up with the blue streaks of hyperspace. She stopped, awestruck at all of the buttons and levers, all of the details laid out before her. She didn't even notice the child wiggling out of her grasp.

It was beautiful, but also so terrifying. She watched the expanse of space whiz by, something her mind could've never been able to comprehend. And as she stared, she didn't notice when the pilot's chair slowly turned.

"You can come inside." She jumped at his voice, eyes meeting the helmet she didn't know was facing her. She quickly shut her mouth, just now realizing Grogu had made his way to Din's lap. Slowly, she finished the climb up the ladder and found herself at the door to the cockpit. Tentatively she stepped inside, eyes still wide in wonder, and made her way to the chair behind Din's left shoulder. He turned back to the controls, or more back to making sure the child didn't touch anything. She sat down slowly, still not entirely certain this was all real.

Swirling blue was constantly moving above and before her, it was mesmerizing, she felt herself getting lost in it. She could probably look at it for the rest of her life. It was the perfect distraction. Or until someone broke her from her daze, but she didn't expect that to happen anytime soon. Instead, she sat quietly, trying to take up as little space in the room as she could. Her thoughts were pushed to the back of her mind, she was allowed this brief moment of peace.

Sedona had held it together surprisingly well, though it was more likely she was in shock. Numb is what she would call it, seeing everything moving around her, but she didn't really feel it. A mild form of disassociation is probably what a therapist would tell her, her body was in survival mode while her brain just followed, screaming from the shadows. But at this current moment, her mind was quiet, the rolling blue was enough.

Comfortable silence, the baby sleeping, his snores being the only thing breaking through the hum of hyperspace. The pair sat quietly for what seemed to be a long time. It was the first moments of calm both had experienced at the same time, hopefully, it wouldn't be the last. In the past, the silence would have irked her, gnawed at her stomach. She probably would've started a conversation with anyone in the room. But now, it felt okay, her mind felt at ease for the first time since she'd got here. She ignored the voice that whispered, maybe it's him.

A sudden beeping broke through the serene atmosphere, Sedona jumped, while Din only moved his helmet. His hands reached out to flick some switches and punch some buttons.

She secretly wished she might be able to figure out what it all meant, but she wasn't going to get her hopes up.

"We're dropping out of hyperspace, hold on." It was an off-hand comment she realized because she didn't even have time to straighten in her spine when the ship seemed to lurch forward. Her hands flew to her sides, gripping the seat quickly. With the sudden movement, all of her anxieties flew into her throat. And as another giant space ship came into view, another emotion came forward.

Rage.

"Oh, those fuckers." The words were growled out before she even knew her mouth was open. Her eyes widening in surprise as a T-shaped visor snapped to face her. She could only shrug in response, it was the truth. Deep down, she was glad to know her shock-induced state hadn't taken everything from her, she could still talk some smack.

That was going to cause problems.

"You're staying on the ship, with the child." He had turned back to the controls, grasping the handles with gloved hands. The child in question had just woken up, cooing curiously at the scene change. "Make sure he doesn't cause any trouble, or whatever you said happens." She heard him and understood. But she was focused on trying to figure out how the hell she was going to hold her tongue when she knew what was about to happen. Din seemed to notice her unease, his helmet shifted slightly toward her, most likely confused by the white-knuckle grip she still had on the seat.

"You're going to have to gag me." The realization came suddenly, it was the only way, she did not trust herself to keep quiet. Din fully spun to face her now, even without seeing his face she could tell he was surprised and mad. She aimed for his eyes beneath the black visor, "It's the only way to shut me up." He let out a long sigh, that ended more in a frustrated growl.

"Are you serious?" His voice was sharp, serious disbelief. She nodded, it was ridiculous she knew, but with all the choice words swirling in her head, and the way she didn't have full control of herself, it really was the only way. With another growl-sigh he leaned down, ripping off a strip of material from his cape, and handed it to her, then he more or less shoved the child in her lap. "Just go— take him to the sleeping compartment, and... do it yourself."

She stood and left quickly, not wanting to anger him further. She staggered her way down the ladder, Grogu laughing at her struggles. She was panicking, her eyes darted over everything quickly, setting the child in the compartment she went over to her things. She zipped her suitcase closed, then hooked the handle to one of the nets that hung on the wall, hoping that would keep it out of way. Then with her purse, she made her way over to Grogu and climbed in after him. He babbled excitedly, not picking up on the frazzled emotions that were rolling off her in waves.

"We are going to have a totally chill time in here." She said to the child, though it was also mostly to herself. She adjusted till her back was against the wall, and allowed Grogu to clamber onto her lap. "It's gonna be totally cool and nothing bad is going to happen, alright?" Her voice had risen multiple octaves, and it seemed the gremlin had finally caught on to her panic. He tilted his head at her, making a much smaller, almost sadder sound. She instantly felt bad; making shushing noises, she rubbed his little back as he pouted up at her. The ship started to wobble, Din was maneuvering it into the bigger space ship, she held onto the little creature. And with a big thump, they were stopped.

Sedona let out a breath she didn't know she was holding. Grogu's ears seemed to perk up at that, he settled down onto her lap. Listening carefully to the noises above her, she could hear Din moving around before steps began to descend on the ladder. He paused in front of the compartment, carefully observing the situation. Sedona could only stare back, doing her best not to let him know how scared she was, but he probably had a fear sensor on his helmet. Before he could turn away her voice betrayed her again.

"Di-Mando... could I have a weapon." It was a whisper, she was doing the best she could to hold herself together. But this was becoming more and more real by the second. He stared at her for much longer than she wanted, even Grogu made a small whine at the atmosphere. Then his hand moved to his wrist, tapping something, and a compartment opened adjacent to the one she was in. She peaked around the corner, eyes widening at all of the weapons laid out. And she almost laughed at the sight of her pink taser, placed there among all of the space gadgets. He grabbed that, setting it in front of her.

Without a word, he turned, fingers working at his wrist again. Almost simultaneously, the weapons doors and the door to her compartment shut. While the side ship door opened. She and Grogu were alone in the dimly lit compartment. He turned to look at her, head tilting in confusion. And she could only shrug in response.

There was silence on the ship for what felt like hours. Sedona and Grogu sat quietly, only the child breaking the silence with his babbles. She would shush him quickly; not really knowing when the crew would be joining the ship, and she didn't want their cover blown sooner than it needed to be. When his fussing became a bit more persistent, she gave him her keys that were still tucked in her purse. His big eyes widened further, entranced by the shiny metal and jingles.

Because how else do you calm a baby you don't know what to do with, you give it your keys. Fuck.

A heavy sigh passed through her as she leaned her head back against the wall. She's trying desperately to keep her emotions under control, obviously, Grogu could sense them, so if she was calm, he was calm. And that was most important right now. Her mind was constantly on edge, just waiting for something to happen. She didn't want to tie her mouth yet, fearing it would startle the child. Instead, she chewed on her lip, distracted by the soft tinkling of her keys.

The wait was soon over.

Metallic footsteps were making their way up the ramp. Thinking fast she tied the strip of fabric around her mouth, then held the child close. He cooed, moving his head up to face her before his ears flicked up in surprise. She tried to give him a smile.

It definitely looked absolutely horrifying.

His little features contorted into a frown, and a whimper was heard before the footsteps on the ship drew closer. They both snapped their heads to stare at the unmoving compartment door. Ears perked, listening closely as she heard someone ascend to the cockpit. There were noises outside of the ship, people were gathering, she felt her heart rate increase sharply. She squeezed them further into the corner of the compartment. The mattress creaked so loudly in the silence, but thankfully the noises coming from above them seemed to drown it out.

Her brain had ceased its flow of information. She wasn't sure who entered the ship first, it could be Din for all she knew. But she knew there were about to be a lot more people, and then shit was going to go down. Her mouth had gone dry thanks to the fabric, and the child had started to whine. She tried to shush him, but it came out more in weird hissing sounds. His eyes bugged out as he looked at her in fear, pushing his arms against her chest. She moved to set him down behind her, pretending her heart didn't break at the sight. She maneuvered herself more to the front of the compartment, leaving the keys behind for him.

She almost didn't notice the grumbling that followed the metallic clink of someone leaving the ship. The person was complaining, aggressively, but the voice was definitely not human.

Of course. That shitty droid.

The one emotion that had been hardest to keep at bay was rising up again. It coiled in her throat, sharpening her tongue with nasty thoughts. She hated this group, and all the shit they say to Din and the violent betrayal. She didn't know how she was going to be able to handle it if it happens right in front of her— the fabric in her mouth was going to be her saving grace. She really did not want to risk making this even worse for Din than it already would be.

And sure, she knows they get their due karma in the end. But the nagging pit in her stomach, the feeling of wrong, was eating her alive. She reached for the taser that sat at the front of the compartment and maneuvered her back to Grogu. If that compartment opens, she was going to fight like hell.

And that's how she waited.

And waited.

Back turned to the child as he jangled her keys around. She waited as voices crept closer to the Crest. As someone made their way up the ramp, then another. Until something was set down with a heavy thump, and a murmur of voices filled the hull. No one was really saying anything of importance, just fighting about who got to sit where. Sedona turned her head back to the child, who was now also listening attentively. His ears perked, owlish eyes met hers, the keys now forgotten in his little hands. He made a small 'ooo' sound and pointed to the compartment door, and she shrugged, holding her finger up to her mouth in a shushing motion.

Then there was the sound of the hatch closing, her head snapped back to the door. Trying to picture the scene behind the metal. She heard someone climbing the ladder, and then there was more grumbling. It wasn't long after, the ship began to move, she braced her hands behind her back as the compartment rocked. She looked back at the child, who was now back to jangling the keys around, she tried not to cringe at the sound, hoping they couldn't hear it.

She couldn't help thinking how insane this was. She was sitting in a space ship with a little green alien, gagged, and listening to other aliens argue. Her breath had started to quicken, and she could feel her pulse thumping in her neck.

This is so fucked up. What the hell am I even doing here. I'm going crazy-

Her spiraling thoughts were cut off when she felt a small hand on her back. She turned, blinking away a tear that had formed in her eye. Grogu made a tiny coo, his eyes wide. She instantly felt bad, he could sense her distress and it was making him feel bad. But she almost let out a sob when the little creature leaned forward, setting both his arms on her back in a tiny hug. A strangled noise tore through her throat, lifting one of her hands to pat his wrinkled little head. He made a snorting noise, one of the cutest things in the world, before plopping down and playing with the keys again. The interaction so small, but it had immediately calmed her down.

God, I can see why everyone loves this little shit.

She felt the atmosphere speed up, and the telltale feeling of hyperspace overtook the ship. A sound she recognized made her snap her head back to the door. The weapons hold adjacent to the sleeping compartment was open. She hadn't even heard their earlier conversations, too entranced by the little guy. She couldn't remember who had opened the door, but from the grumbling, it sounded like the one she hated most. Everything was happening much faster, but it felt as if time had slowed. She distantly registered the thump of someone jumping down the ladder, then the doors closing, and someone immediately hitting them.

"Hey, hey, hey. Okay. Okay. Okay, I get it. I'm a little particular about my personal space too." That voice, God she knew that voice. Her blood boiled as she listened further. "So let's just do this job. We get in, we get out, and you don't have to see our faces anymore."

How ironic, she almost rolled her eyes.

"Someone tell me why we even need a Mandalorian." The voice was much closer than she wanted it to be.

"Well, apparently they're the greatest warriors in the galaxy." There was a pause, Sedona gritted her teeth around the cloth. "So they say"

"Then why are they all dead"

And there was laughter. She heard a sharp giggle, the kind that makes your lip curl. And she felt herself shaking— she wanted to say something so fucking bad. She didn't know how Din could just take all of this.

"Well, you flew with him, Xi'an— Is he as good as they say?"

"Ask him about the job on Alzoc 111." Their voices grated her ears. Subconsciously she really did want to know what happened on Alzoc 111"

"I did what I had to." But this voice, with his calculated roughness, broke her heart. She didn't know how much more she could take before words started leaving her mouth. She heard a female voice, and her hands curled into fists behind her. She could hear what they were saying, but it wasn't fully registering anymore. Her ears rung with rage, the feeling of the child still leaning against her back was the only thing keeping her from ripping off the gag and screaming.  

Her eyes narrowed at the continued jeering and insults. She tried to blink away the tears of anger that burned her eyes. Pressing all of her weight into her arms, her muscles tense. Ready for what was coming next.

The ringing in her ears didn't stop, even as a fistfight took place outside her door.

Only when she was suddenly faced by the people she did not want to see, did everything come crashing back to the surface.

The trio looked at her in shock, Din out of her view. She sees Mayfield's mouth moving as he walks closer to her, but she only picked up the last of his sentence.

"— you get lonely up here buddy? Huh." He stepped up to the compartment, Xi'an sauntered after him. Sedona tried not to focus on the way the other woman's gaze twisted into disgust. She turned her head to meet all 3 of their eyes, Burg looking even more devil-like up close.

"Why do you have your bed warmer tied up like that huh?" Din didn't answer Mayfield, she couldn't even see him, but with the way Burg had his arm locked out of view, he was probably being held back. "Is that how he kept you, huh, Xi'an? Is that how he likes 'em?" The woman in question hissed in response, and she settled herself against the door. Knife still held loosely in her hand.

"Didn't take you for the type." She snarled at Din, her eyes predatory as they shifted away from Sedona. "Maybe that code of yours has made you soft."

And suddenly there was another voice. Though not really a voice, instead it's sounded like an angry cat in the other room. Muffled, and full of rage.

It wasn't till she noticed the others were just staring at her in silence, that she realized it was her. She was snarling like a rabid dog, her mouth has developed a mind of its own. Thankfully all the words were swallowed by the cloth.

"Well let's see what she has to say," Xi'an said with a sickening smile, sharpened yellow teeth on full display. The next actions happened so quickly, Sedona honestly didn't realize what transpired. There was a flash of metal, as Xi'an's hand darted out like a snake. A searing pain appeared on her left cheek, and the cloth holding her words in fell away. She felt herself gasp, her hand instantly flying up to cradle her cheek. And then there was laughing, the trio laughed at her pain, and it only made her angrier.

"I said," She placed her hand, now sticky with blood, behind her back. Bracing herself. "I've got a penchant for smokes and kicking douches in the mouth. Sadly for you, my last cigarette's gone out."

And with that statement, her right foot flew out. Connecting with Burg's jaw, a sickening crack rang through the hull.

Then there was chaos.

The Devaronian stumbled back, his own hand coming up to clutch his jaw with a growl. Mayfield and Xi'an jumped for their weapons. But before anyone else could cross the threshold of the sleeping compartment, there was a blaster shot— and the metal door collapsed shut. Din had shot the control panel to the door, no one could get in, or get out without the use of his fancy wrist control. There was aggressive banging on the door, Sedona feared it might dent. She could hear swearing and shouting from the other side, but she wasn't done. She sat up on her knees, slamming her hands against the metal a few times. If Din wasn't going to say it, she would.

"Fuck you Xi'an! I wanted to be your friend so bad!" She could hear an aggressive snarl over the other commotion. Burg roared, and then there was a particularly loud thump against the door.

"Fuck you, Burg! Your breath fucking reeks!" Her voice had a heavy growl in it, all of the rage she could muster put behind her words.

"And fuck you, Mayfield! Prison is going to make you it's bitch!" Her voice had risen to a scream to counteract the noise. And with a few more slaps against the metal, she sat back down. Her hand coming up to the cut on her cheek. Xi'an's blades were so sharp, they cut deep and thin. A perfect slice, that was going to leave a nasty scar. It was then she realized the other creature in the room.

Grogu let out soft whimpers at the commotion, he was trying to hide behind her purse. Her stomach dropped at the sight, instantly letting out a soft coo of her own, she reached her hand out to him, trying to let him know it would be okay. But another voice broke through the pandemonium.

"Dropping out of hyperspace now." She scooped up Grogu, and he let out a small cry of protest. But she knew what was coming next. The ship lurched foreword suddenly. "Commencing final approach now."

"Cloaking signal now" Grogu let out a scream as they were suddenly airborne. Sedona's head crashed against the ceiling of the compartment with a thump. They slammed back down, the wind getting knocked out of her lungs. Trying to catch her breath she glanced down at the child, who was relatively fine. Just panicking by the way his massive eyes stared up at her. The ship stopped with a heavy crash, and she heard the droid speaking again. But she was far more distracted by the little green hand straining to reach her cheek.

"I'll be okay buddy" she whispered, bringing her hand up to gently grab his. He frowned, babbling urgently at her. She gave him as much of a smile she could muster, hoping he accepted it. "You don't have to heal me, I'm all right." Truthfully, she wasn't really all right. Her cheek was burning, and from what she could feel, the cut ran from just under her jaw bone, all the way up to her cheekbone. A neat slice, that was still steadily leaking blood. She set Grogu to the side and reached for her purse, fishing out the travel pack of tissues, and holding one to the cut. It wasn't stitches or magical healing space goo, but she hoped it would at least stop her from bleeding all over Din's bed. A loud smack interrupted their tentative peace. Mayfield's voice followed.

"Don't think we forgot about you girl, we'll be back for you!" There was laughing, and for the first time since the door had opened, the wrongness flooded back to her stomach. She focused on taking deep even breaths, for the sake of the child who whimpered beside her. She heard a fast beeping, and then someone jumping from the ship. They were leaving, and her heart only seemed to race faster. She waited till she heard the particularly loud thump of Burg.

"Din," she cleared her throat, voice coming out raw. "Don't let them capture you." She wasn't sure if she was just talking to an empty hull, or if the Mandalorian could even hear her raspy voice. 

She just hoped desperately if he had, he would listen.

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