#knight Din AU

[bon-sides-sw]

Din Djarin: Jedi Knight, Crush of many Padawans, reluctant master

He was found by Obi-Wan at his homeplanet, taken to the Temple and raised there. Order 66 never happened and Ahsoka took him as Padawan so he's officially part of the disaster lineage. Luke grew up idolizing him and has a bigass crush on him ;3

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[almostfoxglove]

pedro pascal cinematic universe aus 2/?

the one where din djarin fights for honor. (insp)

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You Should See The Other Guys | Din Djarin Imagine (Knight!au)

Summary: when you come across a knight covered in blood you fear the worst

Warnings: blood, hurt/comfort

A/N: as promised earlier, here’s my quick one before I go to bed. you guys voted and Din Djarin was the run away winner and I guess given the metal armour it works. anyway when I came across this picture on Pinterest it just got my mind working, although I think it’s implied that this might be a slain and fallen soldier, my brain couldn’t help but think otherwise…

This was not what you were expecting to see in the field, just up the dirt road from your house, as you made your way back from the market. In fact, you almost hadn’t noticed him at all, too preoccupied by the tiny stone that had worked its way into your shoes and now rattled around at the gap near your toes. As you had leaned against a wooden post for balance so you could take off your shoe, shaking the stone free before placing your shoe back on your foot, you looked out at the field of flowers and noticed something shiny and metal, laying amongst the wild grass. You squinted as the sun reflected off of it, your hand coming up to shield your eyes as you abandoned your wicker basket and began to make your way towards the anomaly in the field.

As you got closer, your realised the sun was reflecting on a suit of armour- it was a knight- and from the amount of blood that splattered his armour, you didn’t think he looked too healthy… probably why he had collapsed in the middle of a field of flowers. Upon realising what lay before you, you picked up the pace, rushing towards the man, eager to help in whatever way you could- even if it was just to hold his hand as he passed, which you feared was the most likely case.

As you hastily came to a stop and collapsed down onto your knees beside him, he startled, attempting to sit up.

“Hey, it’s okay.” You tried to sooth placatingly, your hands moving across his breast plate, trying to get him to relax again, “don’t move, it’s okay, I’m here to help.”

He tried to fight you a little, reluctant to lie back down so you could assess his injuries and see if you could help, his head tilting slightly as he looked at you in confusion.

“I live just over that hill.” You pointed behind him. “I was just on my way back from the market when I noticed you-“ He groaned slightly. “It’s okay, just relax, I’m here to help.” You said again.

“What are you talking about?” He said confused. His voice was slightly gruff, but sounded tinny through his helmet. Your fingers instantly reached to help pull it off. “No!” He cried out, sitting upright, his hands reaching to hold the helmet in place. “Don’t take it off.” He said.

“But I need to see your injuries.” You protested.

“Injuries?” His voice came back confused.

“Yes, injuries. You’re covered in blood. I’m surprised you are alive and moving at all, given the amount of blood on your armour.”

He looked down at himself then. His breast plate sagged as he sighed, his hand relaxing at his side.”You should see the other guys.” He mumbled, then paused. When you looked to him, begging him to elaborate, he said, “It’s not mine,” relaxing his body and leaning back on one hand. “Well most of it isn’t anyway.” He said, lifting his right leg and bending his knee, sneering slightly with the effort, before relaxing again.

“But I thought you were dying.” You said. “You’re lying in the middle of a field covered in blood.”

He sighed. “I was just resting.”

“Just resting.” You repeated, a look of reluctant astonishment on your face.

“Yes, resting.” He affirmed.

“Your leg?” You queried, putting the pieces together.

“I guess so.”

“You guess so?”

“Yes, I guess so.”

You frowned. He was being difficult. “So, where did all the other blood come from?” You asked.

“Bandits.”

“Bandits?”

“Yes, bandits? Look am I going to have to repeat everything I say to you?”

“Fine!” You snapped, “I was only trying to help. You know do my civic duty or something as a member of the realm.” You said, getting up and dusting off your hands and knees. He sat forward, following you with his gaze, or at least you thought he was behind that visor.

You huffed loudly at his silence before turning your back on him, ready to stride back through the flowers to the road and pick up your basket of goods- but the thought of his injured leg made you pause. You huffed again, loudly as you turned back to him. Marching towards him, you held out your hand to him.

“Come on.”

“What are you doing?”

��Come on,” you said again. “You need someone to look at that leg before it becomes infected and resting at my cottage will be a lot more comfortable than this field.” When he continued to hesitate, you said, “I’m not taking no for an answer Sir…?”

“Djarin.” He filled in. “Din Djarin.”

“Well then, Sir Din Djarin, are you going to take the help of this lowly peasant or not?”

Reluctantly he took your hand and allowed you to help pull him from the ground. He was reluctant to place weight on his right leg, so you wrapped an arm around his back and hooked his arm over your shoulders, encouraging him to lean on you to help him walk.

“It’s just over that hill, by that tree.” You informed him as you both began to cut across the field to where your small cottage lay.

He admired the flowers growing in your front garden, a well worn wooden fence with bits of it missing, the only defining factor between your property and the rest of the meadow. “How did you end up here anyway.” You asked him as you heaved him through the door. The two of you hobbled towards the fire place on the far side of the tiny thatched roof house.

“I walked.” He groaned as he sat himself down on a chair, stretching out his injured leg. You immediately fell to your knees before him, your fingers reaching to free his leg from its coverings. He sneered as you pried the blood covered armour from his soaked through undergarments. There was a large slash in both his trousers and leg. It was a miracle he had gotten anywhere. You gently slid the pant leg up above his knee to get a better look at the wound. Luckily it was all tissue damage, but boy was it bleeding.

“I think I’ve got some scraps of cloth to use as bandages-“ you began to half mutter to yourself and half explain to your new house guest, as you got up off the floor and moved towards a cabinet, opening up one of the doors and pulling out a basket of fabric.

You brought it back over to the fire place before moving into the adjacent room to grab some other supplies; a basin of water, a needle and thread, a pestle and mortar and a collection of flowers and herb from your garden. He watched you closely as you grabbed one of the pieces of cloth and began to clean the blood from around the wound. He would sneer every now and again when you pushed a little too hard at the skin and muscle around the wound, but mostly remained quiet.

When you had done that, you readied the needle and thread. Once again he grunted against the pain as you pierced his flesh with the needle, pulling the thread tight and holding the wound closed. Then you began to grab at different leaves and flowers, mashing them together until they formed a paste. Although he recognised some of the flowers you used by sight, he had no idea what half of them were called, or what healing properties they might have.

When you began to smear the paste over the stitches, he expected it to sting, but instead, they left a cooling sensation on his skin. As you began to wrap the leg, he relaxed, the concoction of medicinal herbs working their magic. When you tied off the bandage and shuffled back, collecting your items from the floor and placing them in your lap, he was suddenly so quiet- so still- you thought he might have fallen asleep.

As you looked at his helmet, the shade of his visor, your fingers itched. You had heard about these specific guard before, they never took their helmets off, never showed anyone their face. You didn’t want to take the helmet off, but you longed to lift the visor. You just wanted to see his eyes. You turned and placed the items in your hands on the nearby table before turning back to him. You watched a moment longer. Checked the steady rhythm of his breathing, Slowly you built up the confidence to reach for him, your fingers ghosting at the metal covering his eyes.

“Weren’t you coming back from the market?” He suddenly said and you jumped back, but his statement had your eyes growing wide.

“Oh crap- my basket.” You grumbled and raced from the house. But when you returned he was gone.

The next day at the market you heard news about a group of bandits who had been found dead at the side of the road not too far from your house, but no one knew for sure who had done it. And although you tried to look out for him whenever you were out and about, you never saw him again. After a time you thought you had made him up, thought that he had never existed. But every year on the anniversary of the day a tiny bag of coins would appear on your doorstep with a poppy from the meadow placed beside it- a thank you to the kind stranger who stopped and did everything they could to help a resting knight from the kings guard in a field of flowers at the side of the road.

[spitzobsessed]

SWTOR AU idea:

what if Master Orgus Din were on the Ch1 team, JK and Kira being the Padawans for him to watch after

featuring my knight Lea:

bonus:

[mccn-bcys]

thank you for the tag @spacecowboyhotch ❤️ rules: Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 🤍

1. Just A Touch Of Your Hand

this fic is actually my first multi-part fic. it didn't start out meaning to be multi part but it is and I'm actually very proud of it. it's angst but also so fluffy and I love it.

2. First Date

my first javi peña fic. I love this one a lot actually. it took me literal months trying to get it just right. I adore nervous javi and I wanted to showcase him.

3. Final Arcade Token

I think this was my first moon knight fic. it's cute little marc fic, tiny bit of angst but super fluffy. it's super cute I love it so much

4. Hold My Hand

my first din djarin fic. I was nervous writing this one but it's actually pretty good! it's super cute, we see din being in love (as he should be)

5. Sensual Pleasure

this one was for a fic exchange with the girls in the marc's queens server. this one also took me a little while to write but finally the right idea struck me. I adore steven grant and he's so cute in this one.

no pressure tags: @luvpedropascal @marshmallow--3 @marc-spectorr @romanarose @leh2393 @bibli0thecary

[loquaciousferret]

Y’all are NOT ready for my upcoming Knight!Din and Royal!Reader AU… the most spicy slowburn fantasy AU that will ever grace your screen

Coming soon!

[syndxlla]

Hey, we will be giving the princess a ‘name’ this next book. It’s still a reader insert and her name is gonna be ambiguous but she has a fake name that she gives to some…allies (cough cough) that they’ll refer to her as. I wanted to come to you guys and see what you were thinking about that name possibly being?

Personally I’m heading towards something like willow or Rowan. Something earthy and whimsical. It won’t be a major plot point but I want to give her more of an identity and honest I’m thinking about de-starwarsing this eventually and actually trying to make it into an original published novel (LOL) so these are the first seeds I’m planting for when its no longer reader insert.

ANYWAYSSSSSS

Willow? Rowan? Ivy? Clover? Florence? Sage?

Any of those tickle your fancy? Any new ideas of your own? Can you see what road I’m going down for vibe?

That’s all! Respond with your thoughts soon cause I be writin’!!!!!

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DINLUKE GOT AU WHEN????

Fantasy au anyone?

[saradika]

— beneath the mask

din djarin x f!reader

rated t - 1.3k

tags: medieval!au, light angst, anxiety, arranged marriage, soulmate au, reader has a mother & father

prompt: "I wanted it to be you, I wanted it to be you so badly” from the writing challenge hosted by the amazing and lovely @moonlight-prose 💖

when a mysterious stranger wins your hand at the tournament, you can't help but wonder about his intentions

With each step down the aisle, your legs threaten to give out.

A clicking of your teeth as you tremble, before you're gritting your jaw, biting your anxiety back. You have a reputation to uphold, even if you're only the daughter of a lord from a lesser house.

You're still a lady.

And this marriage would ensure a home for you. Protection. More than, if this man is what he says he is.

But a part of you desperately wishes that it was someone else at the end of the aisle.

You'd searched for a long time. For the glimpses that flash in your dreams at night. Knowing that he was out there - the one you had begun to think of as yours.

Your soulmate.

Never managing to meet the same eyes that reflect back at you in the darkness, just before you wake. Not once in the hundreds, thousands of people you’ve looked at, throughout your years.

And when none were found, you slowly gave up. Knowing the world was too large and you were too small, too poor, to seek them out.

Eventually agreeing to the match that your mother and father arranged.

If you could not have him, then you did not want anyone.

And now - the figure that waits for you stands tall.

Encased in gleaming armor, showing none of the nerves that wrack you. Making you wonder if you should have protested. Taken the path of the unwed, even if there was hardship in your future.

The stranger had won your favor, in the tournament. That is how the story will be told, passed on by your father.

Looking back, you remember very little from it. Knowing deep down that the winner would be the one to have your hand, whether you liked it or not. So much of it had turned to haze, as you had sat frozen there.

All but too nervous to watch, as weapons clashed, shields splintering.

Men you had known and grown up with falling beneath the sword of the mysterious man, clad in silver armor.

A Mandalorian, it was rumored.

Something from stories, you didn't know they still existed. An ancient clan of knights and warriors, honoring weapons and myths over sworn deities. Never revealing their faces to outsiders, and sometimes even to their own.

He had never killed any of them, and there was some comfort in that.

But that didn't mean he did not wound.

That he wasn't vicious, ferocious on the battlefield. Driven by an unseen force. Unrelenting, even when blood was drawn - splattering a bright crimson against his armor.

Showing just how he came to earn his station. The leader of his tribe, from the whispers you heard. Traveling far - slipping into the last few open brackets in the tournament, just as the first morning was starting.

Ripping through them all, in the days that followed.

You were given as the prize, in the end.

Even before the day ends, you would belong to him - ferried off to a new life tomorrow.

And this is what also slows your feet.

Wondering why such a man would come for you.

At the end of the aisle, you halt. The clergymany is speaking, but it's all white noise. Your own eyes wide and face solemn as you stare at your betrothed - your features reflected back at you in the tinted glass of his visor.

Acutely aware that you haven't seen his face. Not knowing what your husband was to look like.

Was he younger than you? Or older... older than your father?

Was his face kind, or was it as sharp as his movements? Was it all snarling teeth, beneath?

Were his eyes blue, or green, or just maybe... brown? Like his?

You don't know. You think not. Leaving you to wonder how you will bear it - to spend each day staring into their eyes while dreaming of anothers.

It's only when a voice raises that you're snapped from your thoughts. Realizing that the ceremony is waiting for you.

Managing, with a stammer, to repeat the words. To pledge yourself - your life and love - to this stranger.

The words repeated after, a low voice layering with metal. The shaking of your hands is still visible when they reach out to meet his, the tips of yours resting against wide, steady palms.

Covered in gloves but solid, like the rest of him.

Only the peek of tanned skin visible when he peels the glove from his hand. A small comfort coming in the warmth of his hand, as you slip the ring on his finger, settling it just above a scarred knuckle.

The careful brush of his fingers - a calming stroke against your skin, when he slips a matching one on yours.

Gentle, after everything.

Not him.

But perhaps, not a monster.

The celebrations swirl past you. There's music you don't remember. A meal that sits heavy in your stomach, from the meager amounts you managed to swallow.

A smile plastered on - assuring your excitement to family and friends - all while you worry about the hours to come.

Will he be as gentle as he was during the ceremony?

Or will it be more like the battlefield?

These thoughts linger, as the hours pass. Until the sun dips below the horizon, until the stars blanket the sky.

And then, you're alone.

Waiting in the finest room prepared for him in the guest wing. The pretty, ivory gown stripped from you, replaced with something thin and fine and silver - hand-sewn and intended to please him.

Pacing, until you hear the heavy steps approaching - as he returns from a meeting with your father, your dowry and your life handed over.

Leaving you frozen in place, as the door opens. Where he lingers, filling the space.

A different man than before, you think.

There had not been a slope to his shoulders, the way he moves as if afraid to frighten you.

His voice is different too - soft now, coaxing.

"I wish our meeting had been under more pleasant circumstances." Your husband tells you, as the door slowly shuts behind him.

Trapping you, now. The iron latch heavy, as it locks into place.

"But I could not bear to stand by." He continues, that hard edge creeping into his voice again, "You must understand."

"I don't." You manage - your brow pinched, shifting the smallest step backwards as he moves forward.

He goes still, at your retreat.

"Do you not, ner kar’ta?" His head tilts, "Do you not know why I have come?"

The shake of your head is small. Not understanding the name he calls you, his intentions.

He hesitates then, for a second. Before his hands are reaching - grasping the edge of his helmet. Slipping it from his head, as his head dips.

His hair is dark, beneath. Messy and curling, greying at the temples, down to the scruff that lines his jaw beneath plush lips and the curve of his nose.

And his eyes. That pretty shade of brown, the dark fan of his eyelashes.

You know them. Though you've never seen them, yourself.

For a moment, you can't breathe. Frozen for an entirely new reason - starting back at the eyes that you've seen so often.

"It's you," You manage. The words are no more than a soft gasp.

He lets you touch him, then. Fingertips tracing his jaw, those eyes slipping shut when your fingers brush the nape of his neck. Somehow knowing how the curls would feel against your fingers, already knowing each detail of his face.

Hidden deep down, revealed bit by bit in your sleep.

Only now, do you see all of him.

And only now, do you lean in. Your head tipping towards him, just as his forehead presses against yours. And it's now that you understand the warmth of his touch - the way it seems to soak into your skin. A lost piece of you, now becoming complete.

You hadn’t been able to find him - so he had found you, instead.

Unable to help the smile, as the dark pit in your stomach blooms into spring.

I wanted it to be you, you think - as your heart finally starts to beat again. I wanted it to be you so badly.

There's a hitch in his breath, with your touch. Fingers that stretch out and then curl, until you're taking them yourself, slipping yours between them.

"Now do you know?" Your husband murmurs, in the voice that you know as well as his eyes.

And you do - the answer coming easily, as you nod, "Because you're mine."

"Yes," He smiles.

"Yours."

i cant stop writing soft!soulmate din 💖 thank you for reading!!

ner kar’ta - my heart

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Din Djarin is the captain of your father - the king's royal guard and as such is tasked with protecting you. When you leave a child and come back a woman, he sees you in a different light- but he isn’t the only one with his eye on you. Can a Princess and her Knight find a way to be together? (This series has over 40k words)

Din Djarin x Royal F!Reader (Virgin)

Warnings: **Virgin reader* Smut 18+(NO MINORS) smut, language, pining, slow-burn, ✨yearning✨ (each chapter will have it’s own warnings.)

Inspo;

This post

What I imagine the wedding dress to look like

Asks;

Jealousy

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✨Complete✨

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You Should See The Other Guys

Okay, I never do this, but I just came across this picture on Pinterest and the perfect short just popped into my head; however, I have no idea who to write this Knight!au for, so here’s a poll….

The picture:

The Poll:

I’m gonna write this tonight as one of my quick one shots before bed so you have until about midnight GMT to vote!

[supersaiyanjedi14]

Artwork I commissioned from @rainbow-zebra-art of my Sabezra fankids, Brycan and Mazal Wren-Bridger! Thank you so much for this, RZ!

As a reminder for anyone interested, these two exist in my personal Star Wars AU, which is a hybrid of the Legends EU, Disney Canon, and other SW properties I want to squeeze in. I'll put some more specific stuff about them under the cut.

BRYCAN WREN-BRIDGER

Brycan was born on Krownest in 10 ABY, growing up in the immediate aftermath of the Thrawn Campaign. He grows up as a close friend of Jacen, Jaina and Anakin Solo, while also being super close to his "uncles" Kanan and Zeb and "aunts" Hera and Ketsu. Brycan is a kind and friendly boy who nontheless has a sarcastic streak rivaling his parents, and his passion for athletics and martial arts serves him well in his Mandalorian upbringing and Jedi training. Unsurprisingly, Brycan still grows up with a good deal of pressure, what with being descended from two cultural factions known for conflict with each other and being the child of two prominent war heroes. Determined to live up to his heritage while also stepping out of his parents' shadows, Brycan becomes a passionate Mandalorian warrior before enrolling in Luke Skywalker's Jedi Paraxeum on Yavin 4 at age 14. He does struggle to reconcile the contradictory aspects of the Mandalorians and the Jedi, but he does eventually learn to form a good balance with the help of his parents and Din Djarin.

The Yuuzhan Vong War puts Brycan though the biggest wringer yet, as the horrors of war cost him multiple friends and his mother is grievously wounded shortly after giving birth to his sister Mazal. He is roped into a faction of more militant Mandalorian crusaders who encourage him to give into his passions and pain, leading to a tense conflict with his father and a personal vendetta with the Vong commander Nas Choka. However, Ezra manages to save his son from falling down the dark path, and he rejects the hollow promises of revenge. He finally comes into his own as a Jedi Knight by wars' end, priding himself as a credit to his forebearers as a true Mandalorian Jedi.

Other notes:

-Brycan built his lightsaber in imitation of designs favored during the High Republic, featuring a physical crossguard below the emitter. Reflecting his mixture of Jedi and Mandalorian tradition, the crossguard is composed of solid beskar while his kyber crystal is an Adegan sapphire.

-Brycan is one of the most accomplished lightsaber duelists of his generation, mastering both the Shien and Djem-So sides of Form V as well as boasting a comprehensive academic understanding of numerous martial arts from across the galaxy. Thouhg he favors his lightsaber, he always wears a Mandalorian vambrace wherever he goes, loaded with a Dur-24 wrist laser, a fibercord whip, a portable energy shield, and whistling birds.

-Brycan's strength in the Force is easily comparable to his dad, though he appropriately focuses on the more physical aspects of his power. He's not as advanced a telepath as Ezra, but he compensates by being an awesome telekinetic and taking up a special interest in energy diffusion.

-While not as vibrant as his mom, he still inherited Sabine's artistic skill, particularly as a sketch artist. He can produce a nearly flawless rendering of someone in a heartbeat and has a talent for hand-drawn maps and starcharts. He occasionally cooks up new designs for his mom to try out.

-His best friend is Han and Leia's daughter Jaina, both of their natural fighting instincts feeding their desire to test and improve themselves. Sparring together is their favorite pastime, where they have traded wins and losses over the years.

-While a combat-oriented Jedi raised as a Mandalorian does raise some immediate assumptions, Brycan's passion for fighting is not as a blood sport. He sees it as a way of expression of his spirit, and he puts it to use for the good of others. He lives by the Form V maxim of "peace through superior firepower", wielding his skill to strike out at injustice and protect the innocent, not to flaunt his power. He doesn't go looking to pick a fight, but if fighting needs to be done, he is razor-keen and committed.

-Teenage rebellion and war trauma aside, he loves his parents more than anything in the world and adores his younger sister Mazal.

-Despite lacking Ezra's strong affinity for animals, Brycan does owns a Loth-wolf he rescued as a cub named Beskad (the mando'a word for "sword"). The two are nearly inseparable, though his efforts to mold Beskad into an oversized hunting dog have had minimal success.

MAZAL WREN-BRIDGER

Mazal was born on Mandalore in 26 ABY during the height of the Yuuzhan Vong invasion. Growing up in the shadow of the conflict, Mazal resolved to do her part to help put the galaxy back together after being nearly ripped apart. Like her older brother, Mazal initially wanted to become a powerful Mandalorian Jedi warrior, joining in the battles and adventures. However, this was shattered when she went on her first serious combat mission, helping in an effort to subdue a combine of pirates seeking to exploit the post-war chaos on Carlac. The mission ended in a horrific disaster, with the strike team being decimated in an ambush and narrowly escaping back to GA space. Traumatized by her experiences, Mazal found her previous passion lost, even considering turning in her lightsaber and throwing out her armor so as to never be stained by that violence again. Fortunately, Mazal received much-needed counseling from both Jedi Healers and more mundane therapists, and Sabine helped her daughter rediscover her calling. Feeling that the galaxy needed healing hands far more than warriors, Mazal was drawn to the ideals of the late Duchess Satine Kryze, seeing the value of promoting peace over the use of force. Taking up the path of a Jedi Healer and joining the reformed Mandalorian Protectors, Mazal channeled her passion into humanitarian aid, traveling the galaxy to help pick up the pieces of disaster and conflict. In a way, she does manage to become just as much of a Mandalorian Jedi as Brycan, albeit one dedicated to the higher calling of the Force and the more grounded tenents of the Resol'nare.

Other notes:

-"Mazal" is a Hebrew name meaning "good fortune". I chose this to fit a naming theme with her father Ezra as well as to reflect the safety of her birth given Sabine's injuries soon afterward.

-Despite no longer being a dedicated fighter, Mazal still keeps up on her training. She may not like fighting, but if the people she's helping need a lightsaber to protect them or Mandalorian armor to shield them, she won't hesitate to use it.

-Powerful in her own right, Mazal's Force abilities manifest strongest in her advanced skill in the healing arts, directly studying under Master Cilghal at the Jedi Academy. She also shares her father's sense-based aptitude, focusing on life-detection and projective telepathy to aid in her relief work.

-Unlike Brycan, Mazal is just as much of an artist as Sabine, constantly redecorating her room with new paintings and sketches. Her hair is her most common canvas, rarely going a month with the same dye job.

-Mazal is a self-professed daddy's girl; not even the Force can get Ezra to say no to her. At the same time, possibly as a result of having come so close to losing her and her mother, Ezra is almost overprotective of her, and was beside himself when she came home shell-shocked from Carlac. Sabine grows closer to her during her recovery period, and their time painting together played a big part in getting her back on her feet.

-She gets along well with Ben Skywalker, both being close to each other during their training. Outside of her family, Ben's the one she can confide in the most.

-Mazal is bi and dates Zay Versio as a teenager.

Feel free to ask me more about these two!

[koi-illust]

[StarWars AU] [Din/Jedi Master(Luke)]

Padawan Din Djarin (1)

Here’s the (2): NSFW

I think it’s a “FUCK or DIE” scene? Oh, don't worry, Padawan Din is no longer a minor, so he's up to be f…🤭(well, you know what I mean)

This piece was inspired by an artwork featuring a Padawan Din posted on Tumblr. I was like: "Aww, this is an excellent idea! I want to draw a Padawan Din too! The Padawan braid is the cutest thing, and I bet many people haven't seen photos of a young Pedro Pascal before, so I need to let you see it." So I combined these two photos and drew this Padawan Din.

In this AU, Din was still a foundling of the Mandalorians, but instead of taking the creed and becoming a warrior, he was found to be gifted with the Force. So he was taken to the Jedi Temple and trained to be a Jedi. To honor the Mandalorian who took him in when he needed it most, Din wears Mandalorian symbols on his Padawan outfit, and the Council allows it.

I imagine that Din would remain a Padawan longer than average. It's not that he doesn't excel in his training - on the contrary, he's an elite! He's always had the wish to protect the young, the weak, and his Master, so he's very dedicated to his training. But why hasn't he been knighted already? It's because he doesn't want to be separated from his Master!

Din is quite sentimental, just like we've seen him in the TV show. Once he thinks of someone as family, he'll never leave that person. But being knighted means he'll be sent on missions without his Master, and he can't bear that. He's failed his trials on purpose multiple times, and eventually the Council didn't want to push him anymore, either, because they sensed Din's doubts and that he wasn't mentally ready to become a Jedi Knight.

Din will become a Knight, that's for sure. Din knows it, and his Master is also persistently persuading him (although the Master is also getting harder to leave Din, too🤭). But for now, they'll just keep each other's company for a while longer…

I don't mind if anyone wants to use this setting to write fanfics, in fact, I'm totally encouraged! (I prefer Luke to be the Master, I love Obi-Wan too, but feel free to choose other characters.) Just let me know when the story is done, I’d love to read it!

[campingwiththecharmings]

*These weren’t necessarily written and/or posted in November, but that’s when I read them 😊

🔥 - explicit/mature content

Star Wars

🔥Kinktober Day 30 (Cunnilingus) (Poe Dameron x F!Reader) - @eyelessfaces

Healing Love (Poe Dameron x F!Reader) - @dailyreverie

Pumpkin Patch and Everything Nice (Poe Dameron x Reader - Modern AU) - @dailyreverie

Melt (Part of the Your Wish is my Command universe) (Poe Dameron x Solo!Reader) - @dailyreverie

🔥Morning (Poe Dameron x F!Reader) - @reallyrallyauthor

🔥Noon (Poe Dameron x F!Reader) - @reallyrallyauthor

🔥Night (Poe Dameron x F!Reader) - @reallyrallyauthor

🔥Facefucking (Poe Dameron x Reader) - @dameronscopilot

🔥Brat Taming (Poe Dameron x F!Reader) - @dameronscopilot

Ambrosial (Din Djarin x Black!F!Reader) - @spacecowboyhotch

🔥Boob Drunk Poe (Poe Dameron x F!Reader) - @dameronscopilot

Unremarkable (Poe Dameron x Reader) - @the-little-ewok

blood will have blood (Part of the better safe than sorry universe) (Poe Dameron x Reader) - @eyelessfaces

Moon Knight

Falling Like Rain (Steven Grant x Reader) - @dailyreverie

Sugar Rush (Jake Lockley x Reader) - @dailyreverie

Pumpkin (Marc Spector x Reader) - @dailyreverie

Chain 'Round My Neck (Steven Grant x Reader) - @dailyreverie

🔥Chain Reaction (Jake Lockley x F!Reader) - @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction

🔥Sweet Tooth (Part of the Dancing With Wolves series) (Werewolf!Marc Spector x F!Reader) - @hon3yboy

🔥friendly favors (best friend!Steven Grant x Reader) - @runa-falls

🔥Honey (Steven Grant x F!Reader) - @juneknight

🔥Night Desires (Dark!Steven Grant x F!Reader) - @lunalockley

🔥he smells like flowers (Steven Grant x Reader) - @runa-falls

Protected (Jake Lockley x F!Reader) - @romanarose

Triple Frontier

🔥Kinktober Day 23 (Dirty Talk) (Santiago Garcia x F!Reader) - @eyelessfaces

Breaking the Rules (Santiago Garcia x Reader) - @reallyrallyauthor

Jingle Bells (Santiago Garcia x Reader) - @ivystoryweaver

🔥Kinktober Day 2 (Public) (Frankie Morales x F!Reader) - @youvebeenlivingfictional

🔥Kinktober Day 4 (Sex Pollen) (Santiago Garcia x F!Reader) - @youvebeenlivingfictional

Sucker Punch

🔥Kinktober Day 21 (Hate Sex) (Blue Jones x F!Reader) - @eyelessfaces

Inside Llewyn Davis

🔥Kinktober Day 24 (Lingerie) (Llewyn Davis x F!Reader) - @eyelessfaces

🔥Kinktober Day 26 (Face Sitting) (Llewyn Davis x F!Reader) - @eyelessfaces

Ex Machina

🔥Perfect Fit (Nathan Bateman x F!Reader) - @ivystoryweaver

🔥Fuckin' Stupid (Nathan Bateman x F!Reader) - @melodygatesauthor

🔥The Beauty of Imperfection (Nathan Bateman x F!Reader) - @missdictatorme

🔥The Empty Room (Nathan Bateman x F!Reader) - @reallyrallyauthor

The Card Counter

🔥Losing Hand (William Tell x F!Reader) - @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction

Spiderman: Across the Spiderverse

🔥(pumpkin) cream pie (Miguel O'Hara x F!Reader) - @runa-falls

Daredevil

Daisy (Mechanic!Frank Castle x Sunshine!F!Reader) - @fandxmslxt69

🔥Kinktober Day 1 (Overstimulation + Impact Play) (Frank Castle x F!Reader) - @youvebeenlivingfictional

Thank you to all the wonderful writers for sharing their stories with us 🥰❤️

*For more recs, please feel free to check out my fic rec tag.

**If you’d like to have your fic removed from the list, I completely understand, just let me know

[meet-again-in-another-life]

Character Peek

The Spirit Maiden

Since there has been a lot of time going into the main character art posts, I've decided to do these to at least get some consistent posting in the meantime! :) Closeups and more details under "read more." Click them for better quality!

Her Grace, Lady Zelda! This is the Zelda seen in Skyward Sword, a knight in training who found herself fighting a war she had no idea was her own. She recently turned 17 during the events of Skyward Sword, but now is 19. Her birthday is July 16! Zelda likes to spend a lot of time sewing (mostly making dolls) and studying this era's wildlife on the Surface. She is often plagued by nightmares of Hylia's war and glimpses of Link's battle with Demise, as her soul was within the Demon King at the time.

After Skyward Sword, Zelda decided to live on the surface. When Link agreed to join her, he confessed there was something else he meant to talk to her about (the same thing she tried to tell him before Ghirahim sent his tornado). They shared their first kiss beneath the light of the Triforce and above their new home - between earth and sky. They have been together ever since and have formed a small settlement with the friends they made on the Surface World, which Link has nicknamed Hyrule as a running joke. Zelda is hoping such a pun doesn't stick... but it's what everyone in Skyloft calls their small home now.

Now that her father has let her origins as the goddess spill, her old friends have begun to treat her somewhat differently. It didn't sit right with Hylia long ago, and it certainly doesn't sit right now... She has to accept that part of her, doesn't she? There have even been suggestions of her taking a role as the high priestess and ruler of the settlement below. After all, they say, a goddess is most fit to guide humanity. But must they forget that now - and for as long as they've known her - she is one of them?

Thank you to my friend @cherrysalsa for the idea of goddess plume earrings! They are SO cute. Thank you for letting me implement them!!!! <3

Closeups + Alts:

AU Info:

In Another Life follows a fued of the Goddesses. Tired of the cycle caused by Demise's Curse, the three come to an agreement: they will break the boundaries of space and time and allow the fued to be settled by their Champions. If one seeking destruction, chosen by Din, holds victory, then the world will be erased and built again without the demon's influence. If the heroes blessed by Farore and the princess blessed by Nayru succeed in returning their foe to their seal, then the world will live on. Farore hopes too to end the cycle, but Nayru believes it not to be her place.

The eternal bond between Hylia and her chosen hero will be tested as Hyrule's branches in history reach out to them through broken mirrors. They have found each other in every lifetime - but will their unbreakable connection be enough to save existence itself?

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