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0funkyducky0 · 1 year ago
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𐐪𐑂 Mandalorian🌌💣
𐐪𐑂 Bo-Katan Kryze
𐐪𐑂 Boba Fett
𐐪𐑂 Cara Dune
𐐪𐑂 Dr. Pershing
𐐪𐑂 Greef Karga
𐐪𐑂 Grogu
𐐪𐑂 Mando
𐐪𐑂 Paz Visla
𐐪𐑂 The Armour
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kyberblade · 1 year ago
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I Can Help With That (Din x Reader) - A Back To You Drabble
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A/N: This is part of my Phantom 1k Celebration. It’s a combination of three requests, which can be found here, here, and here. It takes place after Part 19 of Back To You, sometime after they get Grogu back in TBoBF, and is the closest thing to smut I’ve really written. (Thanks a lot, you know who you are.) It’s really actually just spice and domestic intimacy more than anything with an implied fade to black, but…. So I’m just gonna drop this here and run. 😬 Have a nice day! (There will be a few more, less spicy, here.)
I do not own Star Wars or it’s characters. Sadly. But I carry them in my heart. Does that count for something? My soul says yes.
Summary: After a messy bounty leaves your clan of three staying overnight in a dingy room on Daiyu, feelings come bubbling up that have been otherwise too scared to see the light of day.
Warnings: Tooth rotting fluff, Grogu being the cutest thing you ever did see, and Din is once again a warning in and of himself in this one. Swearing. Space swearing. Arguing? Spoilers? (But if you’re here, you know how this works.) Lots of angst. Tears. Brief mention of injury. Reader is having a Tough Time™️ mentally, but it’s discussed and processed. As mentioned above, some spice and alluded to Fun Times. (They are in the shower together, per the request, so nudity? But it’s not discussed? Not really?) Helmetless Din. What? Who said that?
Word count: 4,913
Thank you to @fordo-kixed-rex for reading this over a bazillion times and not strangling me when I stressed over five words not being exactly what I wanted.
(Tagging @grippingbeskar and @darkroastjoel, these are yours.)
Xxx
It hadn’t taken long for you to find out that Din enjoyed lingering touches.
He always found an excuse for his hand to be on your lower back, guiding you through crowded markets, wooded planets; curling around your waist and holding you tight to his side to keep you warm when the temperature dropped lower.
His fingers found their practiced patterns quickly, tracing laps around your upper arm, your hip. Racing up and down your forearm until goosebumps rose along every surface he’d dared to trace.
He wasn’t satisfied until you’d shudder from the lightest touches, groan into his cowl as his fingers kneaded into a sore muscle in your neck, or your breath would hitch as his hand closed around your own. 
Though the Crest was small, he made it smaller still, crowding into your space whenever he deemed you had too much of it. 
Whenever you worked on a panel, digging through wires, you’d feel him hovering just behind you, a breath away from sealing his chest along your spine.
If you laid on the floor to work in the cramped space under the console, a mess of wires hanging in your face, you’d sense his presence looming near your feet, the toes of his boots resting against the heels of your own.
Sometimes when you’d tucked the kid in at night, watching his eyes droop more and more slowly as you gently rocked his hammock back and forth, humming a soft tune, you’d feel the temperature of the hull rise as his shadow crossed over you soundlessly, cutting out the little light the Crest had to offer. A smirk would twist its way up your face as you felt him hovering nearer.
Tonight was one of those nights.
So it was no surprise when he let out a hum of amusement as you turned into his chest after closing the door to the cot and a sleeping Grogu.
You both played the game, still, like this wasn’t the easiest thing either of you had ever fallen into. Still tiptoeing around the other as if nothing had been said, no secrets had been shared, no Creeds broken. That last thought sobered you up every time it crossed your mind, making your breath catch in your chest.
Pushing away thoughts of Creeds and Mandalore, you grinned up at him, resting your chin against his chest plate to keep your gaze steady. 
“What’s this?” He mumbled as your arms circled around his back, disengaging his jet pack.
“Love and affection.” The pack swung your arm down, pulling an oomph out of you. Setting it down to the side with a thump, you smirked up at him, circling your arms back around his waist slowly, chin once again perched on his beskar. “Deal with it.”
“Mesh’la, you don’t want to do that….” He groaned, melting into your embrace, but also trying to lean back at the same time.
You hummed, face scrunched in mock displeasure. “You should know by now you shouldn’t tell me what to do. It doesn’t work….”
Din snorted. “No, mesh’la, I mean….” He extricated himself from your grip, delicately pushing your arms away as he pulled the rest of his body back with a small twisting maneuver. “I need to shower. That last bounty wasn’t a, er….” He hesitated, his voice going tight. “A clean kill.”
Narrowing your brows at him, you lifted your eyes to study him from head to toe, finding no trace of anything on his beskar. “You don’t look dirty.” Closing the distance once again with a single step forward, you lifted his arms up to peer under them as if that would reveal the dirt and grime in question, bending forward slightly to get a better look. Next was his cape. You tilted to the side dramatically to see underneath.
He snapped it out of your hands, spinning out of your hold and took several steps away before turning to face you again. “You wouldn’t see anything. The blood is bioluminescent. You’d need to kick on the-”
“Oh! The special work lights, yeah.” You were already moving toward the ladder up to the cockpit. “They are in my tool box, I’ll go get the-”
“No!” You stopped at his abrupt protest, one hand on a ladder rung by your head, one foot already about to push up a rung, but it slipped off with a soft thunk when you turned to look at him with raised brows. “No,” he offered again, this time softer. “You’re not gonna want to do that.” His voice lowered. “Trust me.”
You hesitated. Despite him trying to keep away, you took a step closer, brows knit together in confusion. “Why?”
He shifted his weight from side to side, voice tight in apprehension. “‘Cause now it’s on you, too.”
Holding your arms out to the sides, slowly, you looked down at your body that looked the same as it did five minutes ago, only now, it felt like you were caked in filth. Looking back up into his visor, you ignored his hands held up to try and placate you, voice raising with each word. “You could have warned me!”
“I tried!” Din almost whined, exasperated, taking a step back to maintain the distance he had tried to create. “I really did,” he added softly.
Eyes fluttering shut, you took a deep breath before letting it out through your nose. Your voice had lowered back to something closer to normal when you spoke again; hands gesturing smally, still out at your sides as you did. “Let’s just go to the room and get a shower. You go first, leave your armor outside the fresher door and I’ll clean it while you’re in there-”
“We don’t need to go all the way back to the room. I can use the sink here on the ship-” Din stopped short when your eyes flew open, landing on him with a hard stare. He sighed, the sound resigned. “Let’s get going, then. It’s at least half a mile to get there….”
You nodded, small smirk working its way up one side of your face. “Thank you.” After you began to gather a few things, you mused to him proudly, “Aren’t you glad I convinced you to get a room?” He grunted, making you scoff softly and roll your eyes before turning back to the satchel you were packing. “I mean, it’s not every day we’re on….” Your hand froze midway into the bag, the other clutching the strap of it tightly. Keeping your eyes on the bag, you didn’t dare to lift them back up as you studied its weave hoping it held your answers.
With a sigh, you lifted your head and shut your eyes briefly before cutting your gaze Din’s way, making sure to narrow your eyes preemptively. 
He slowly swiveled his visor up to level you with a look. “You don’t even know where we are?” His tone was incredulous. One hip popped out to the side, his head tilting to the side as he stared at you. 
“I know,” you defended, inclining your chin to peer down your nose at him before turning your attention back to the bag.
Arms crossed over his chest, he stood up straight, keeping the glare of his visor squarely on you. “You should. You picked it out.”
Making your way over to the bunk, satchel across your chest, you jumped in to correct him. “No, technically the bounty did.” You hesitated. “I only picked the puck. Which was all you. You said I was lucky or something. So this is technically on you.”
Tossing his head with a groan, Din turned away from you, grabbing the essentials while you grabbed the kid.
“Daiyu!”
Din spun around to see the kid blinking bleary eyes up at you as you looked down at him apologetically, one finger held up beside your head for emphasis.
Lifting your eyes back up to meet the T of Din’s visor, you shrugged one shoulder sheepishly, mumbling. “Daiyu, I remembered.”
Xxx
Once you got into the room, the kid had promptly fallen back asleep, allowing you to seal him safely away in his floating cradle for the night.
Turning to face Din, hands on your hips, you watched him set the bags of supplies down on a small table in the corner. “Want any help taking the armor off?”
“No, I’ll manage,” he spoke softly, not looking up at you once. His gaze stayed down toward the table, his visor angled toward the smooth surface. With a quiet groan, he walked to the other side of the room and began removing the armor piece by piece. It collected against the wall beside the fresher door in a small pile, a soft thunk with each new piece as the tower of beskar grew.
You watched in silence from across the room, sorting mindlessly through the bag of rations. He moved so stiffly once he began to set the armor down, his movements stilted and slow, like every breath was an effort. Din twisted to the side, puffing up his chest to try and keep it from you, but you noticed. The quarry must have gotten him somehow. The closer you looked, the more you saw; he had a slight hitch in his step and favored his left side more than his right, bracing on the door frame as he passed through to start the water in the shower.
Since he’d removed his helmet for Grogu and you’d seen his face, he’d been a lot less careful about taking it off in front of you. He still kept it on most of the time, it was after all what he was used to, and you didn’t mind that at all. But the few times he removed it, like right now, you found your eyes straying away from his face, unable to look without an obvious invitation. It still felt like something forbidden.
That’s why when his bare forehead pressed against yours, it caught you off guard and made you jump.
He chuckled. “Sorry.” In nothing but his flight suit, sleeves pushed up his forearms, he crowded into your space like he always did, bringing his right hand up to cup your cheek. His left arm wound around your waist to pull you tight, as his breath fanned across your face.
“No, you’re not.”
“No, I’m not,” he agreed, words overlapping your own eagerly as he shook his head against yours, his nose brushing against your own. The smile pulling up the side of his face was contagious, and it tugged up your cheek under the soft ministrations of his thumb.
You expected him to back you into a wall like he usually did, but the two of you stood quietly in the middle of the room, simply being. It was nice to have a moment to just breathe.
Your arms made their way up to wrap around his neck, nearly all the way around when he hissed, sucking air in through his teeth as he flinched away from you. Cradling both cheeks in your hands, you held his face firmly as your eyes scanned over every part of him you could see for any obvious injury.
“Din? What is it? What hurts?”
His eyes stayed downcast, almost in shame, his chin tucked down toward his chest.
“Din?”
“Nothing,” he mumbled. You’d grown used to his unmodulated voice recently, but you weren’t used to this tone. Dejected. Broken. Subdued.
You simply blinked a few times, scanning his face for any sign of what was wrong, besides the obvious, while he leaned to his left just slightly, enough that you noticed. “Din…. What?”
“Nothing, it’s nothing.” He cleared his throat, bringing his hands up to thread his fingers through yours and lift them off his face. He gave you a gentle squeeze before he let go. His movements were soft and kind, but left no room for question.
Eyes never pulling up from the floor, Din rubbed the back of his neck in something that looked like nerves, then turned toward the fresher, disappearing behind the door as it hissed shut behind him.
Xxx
You waited a few minutes before you followed him, the soft drone of running water filling the room with a constant hum. Leaving your vambraces with his pile of armor by the fresher door, you smiled softly as you surveyed the large pile of beskar. We’ll clean them in the morning.
After you made sure the room was secure, the kid tucked away in his cradle fast asleep, you stripped down the rest of the way, before wrapping yourself in a towel provided by the room. The fresher door opened with a wave of your hand, a wall of steam curling out like you’d relieved some sort of exhaust pressure. 
Walking silently into the room like Din had taught you, you closed the door behind you with a wave of your hand, the unseen force causing the steam to swirl in fascinating tendrils in the process.
Your Mandalorian was tucked away in the shower, his back to you, oblivious to your presence as you watched him, studying him from head to toe with more than just your eyes to make sure he was okay. You reached out through the Force to try and read him, something he always made so easy for you, he was an open book, but right now, he was closed off. 
Furrowing your brow, you set your towel off to the side and walked closer toward the shower stall.
Din was leaning on his hands against the wall, his silhouette behind the glass dividing the shower from the rest of the room obscured from the steam already billowing around the edges.
His breathing looked labored, every breath an effort as he stood deep in thought.
He obviously hadn’t wanted you to see him like this. Battered, probably bruised. You knew it all amounted to one thing in his eyes. He felt broken.
Stepping under the spray, you blinked twice as stray droplets hit your lashes.
Din was so distracted he still didn’t even know you were here, leaning forward against the opposite wall of the shower, hands braced against the cool wall, head hung low between rounded shoulders.
Reaching out slowly, you lightly traced your fingertips up his left side, pausing when he went stiff. “It’s just me,” you muttered quietly, your right hand coming up to race against your left along his ribs. 
Spreading your fingers out so your whole hand could dance along his skin, gliding along with the water droplets cascading down his sides, you pressed more firmly into him, stepping closer.
In the dim light of the shower stall you could see bruises blooming along his rib cage, contrasting brilliantly under your fingertips and against his warm skin tone.
“These are new.” Keeping your voice quiet, you let your eyes find the rest without your hands having to trace their paths.
He only grunted in acknowledgment.
“I can help with that, you know.”
“No,” he said instantly. After shifting his weight back and forth for a moment, he turned his head just slightly to look at you over his shoulder before looking back forward, and lowered his voice. “No.” Din shook his head for emphasis, his fingers flexing against the wall.
Resting your chin against his spine, careful to avoid the bruises, you wrapped your arms around to rest on his chest, bending over to drape yourself over him like a blanket. “How come?”
“That always tires you out so much.” His hands flexed again. “Plus….”
After waiting for him to go on, you pushed gently. “Yeah?”
“Plus…. When you do too much of that stuff…. Sometimes it…. Changes you….”
“How so?”
He took a deep breath, pushing off the wall to stand up straighter, unable to straighten all the way as one of the bruises pulled his spine forward slightly. You kept your arms around him, your body pressed tightly to his as you felt his heartbeat pick up under your palm.
Closing your eyes, you reached out through the Force, offering him some of your light to mend his darkness, the battered and broken skin along his sides mending back to a warm shade of health. 
His pulse rose even more under your fingers, and he sighed in frustration. “Mesh’la….”
“What’s one more time,” you mumbled into his shoulder blade, tucking your face into his spine whether to hide away or simply because it made you feel safer, you didn’t know. “I don’t like seeing you hurt, Din. I’m not going to break from healing the ones I love.” You turned so just your forehead was resting against his back. “At least I don’t think.” Your voice was barely a whisper.
Din only nodded after a moment. He understood. He didn’t like it, but he understood. Another sigh passed his lips as he brought one hand up to pat yours over his heart lightly, pulling it up to kiss your palm before placing it back on his chest. Then he put his hand back on the wall in front of him. Almost like a reflex. You were there, so he had to reach out and touch you somehow. It made the corner of your mouth quirk up if only for a second before it fell once again.
A long moment of silence stretched between you two until you finally ventured again, “You never explained. How? What is it that changes in me?”
Din kept staring at the wall in front of him, his voice echoing off the shower stall when he finally spoke again, but barely loud enough to be heard over the quiet drone of the running water.
“Sometimes…. Sometimes there’s a darkness to you. I don’t think you’re aware of it, it’s definitely not a conscious decision, but this…. Thing takes over, and your eyes…. They look cold.”
“When?” Your hands moved back to his rib cage. “When was the last time you saw it?”
“With Gideon. At first I thought it was just some sort of fierce protectiveness. But when you held your saber at his throat, I could feel it.” His hands came up over yours and squeezed softly, pulling them back around his chest to place them over his heart again. “The room shifted. You went somewhere dark.”
Resting your forehead against his shoulder blade, you took a deep, shuddering breath, before bringing your mouth to simply rest against his skin. Breathing as slowly as you could through your nose, your eyes screwed tightly shut, you focused on the things around you.
The smell of the soap from the room. The smell that was undeniably him that no amount of scrubbing could remove. The heat from the water. The warmth of his hold on your hands. The comfort of his body pressed into yours.
“Mesh’la?” He asked quietly after a moment, gently squeezing your hands still held in his. 
“I’m fine,” you whispered. “That’s…. It’s…. I’m not….” Your breath caught in your throat, another sharp inhale coming to a sudden stop making your eyes screw even more tightly shut. You couldn’t tell if it was from the shower or if you were crying, but droplets were cascading down your cheeks.
Din wasted no time, turning in your hold and gently pressing you into the wall, his forehead resting against yours as your spine sealed against the cold tile, making you gasp. 
“I’m sorry,” you finally managed on a broken whisper.
“That’s not-”
“No, it is,” you cut him off, opening your eyes to stare blankly forward, catching a glimpse of his facial hair but not daring to look any higher. Not brave enough to see what you’d find there. “It means I am not in as much control as I thought. And…. That’s not safe. For any of us. I need to do better.”
“Then I’ll help you,” Din mumbled, leaning further into you, his arms circling around your waist to pull you tighter as he simultaneously pressed you further into the cold tile wall. It was a sharp contrast, his warm skin at your front, the cold wall at your back, and somewhere in the middle the warm water of the shower melding it all together in a sea of steam. It was hard to tell where he ended and you began. Every bit of him a part of every bit of you. “We both will.”
“No, Din. No.” You shook your head, rocking it back and forth against the wall, only stopping when Din pressed his forehead more firmly into yours. Swallowing roughly, you let your eyes close tightly once again. “That’s not…. It’s not the kid’s place. Or yours.” Swallowing again to try and keep the emotions down and away from your steadily wobbling voice, you sniffled before going on. “This is something I need to do on my own.”
“Dank farrik, mesh’la!” Din hissed, one hand leaving your waist to hit the wall beside your head in frustration, making you jump. You shushed him, shaking your head slightly as he mumbled gentle apologies, his hand coming back to snake around your waist where it belonged. “Don’t you see? That’s why this is a problem!”
Opening your eyes, you still hadn’t quite found the strength to look up, but you did it anyway, deciding you’d rather just see whatever was waiting for you and face it straight on than let it torment you in the back of your mind from quiet shadows.
Warm brown eyes were waiting for you, relief washing over them as they crinkled at the sides from the tentative smile crawling up his face.
No judgment, no disappointment, no fear, only something that resembled hope as they traced the lines of your face in search of something you weren’t quite sure.
“That’s why,” he reiterated, arms squeezing you gently for emphasis. “You’ve been trying to do all of this alone, and you can’t.”
Your eyes fell down to his chest and you sighed, pulling your head away from his and leaning away slightly. “Din-”
“I’m not saying you can’t, I’m saying it can’t.” Lifting your eyes back up to his, you found him tilting his head slightly to try and catch your gaze again. He smirked slightly when he did. “This is something that’s meant to be shared. From what I’ve seen, Jedi aren’t solitary creatures. At least they aren’t supposed to be. The ones that are left have adapted after years of training.”
You couldn’t help the grin that was working its way up your face. “A Mandalorian and a Jedi…. What could go wrong?”
“You're forgetting the fifty year old Jedi baby.”
“Ah yes, and the fifty year old Jedi baby,” you chuckled.
“And the answer is, I’m sure, absolutely everything.” You huffed, rolling your eyes as he reached for the shampoo. “But until then, we’re still covered in bioluminescent blood, so….” Squeezing some of the liquid onto his palm, he pulled your hand from where it rested on his waist to in between you and put some in your waiting palm as well. “….for now, I’ll help you if you’ll help me?”
You hummed in amusement. “Oh, poor Mandalorian. I think I finally found the one thing your armor can’t do.”
“Nah.” He shook his head, scrunching his face up. “I’m sure I could find a way to figure it out. It’s just….” He groaned as your fingers started to massage the shampoo into his damp hair, making your grin grow.
“It’s just….” You repeated, teasingly.
“You do it so much better,” he finished on a sigh, his forehead coming to rest on your shoulder with a thump, giving you easier access to continue working it into his curls.
“What about me? I thought this was a you help me if I help you thing? You even have shampoo in your ha-” You’re cut short when his hand comes up and plops the glob of soap on your hair, making your jaw drop. 
“I’ll do it after. There’s a whole bottle. Just…. Please?” He was almost whining by the end, leaning further into you. His head turned so his lips were pressed into the crook of your neck. “Please, please, please….”
Suddenly you felt him drifting, the scruff of his facial hair prickling the skin near your clavicle as he chased it with soft kisses. Working his way across toward your other shoulder, your fingers stalled in his hair as you sighed.
“If you keep doing that, I’m not gonna be able to keep going.”
Din hummed into the crook of your neck, the vibrations tickling the skin as he began his climb upward toward your ear. His words were mumbled into your skin, causing goosebumps to spring up all over despite the still hot water. “Won’t be able to keep doing what?”
“This,” you said through gritted teeth, tugging on his hair to pull him away from your neck and send him a playful glare.
Din smirked as he leaned further back into the spray of the shower to rinse the suds from his hair, shaking his head and tossing droplets everywhere before he was back at your side. You could feel his lips turning up into a smile as they brushed against the shell of your ear, his nose tucked into your hair. “Then don’t.”
His unmodulated voice was something you’d never quite get used to, no matter what you told yourself, particularly so close to you and so quiet.
“Turn around,” he murmured, his hands smoothing down your sides to land on your hips. Gently applying pressure to reorient you with your back to him, he nudged you under the spray of the shower.
“This better be the part when you wash my hair, Tin Can,” you teased playfully.
“We’re getting there,” he rumbled quietly. “But first….” His hands left your hips, his body following after them, and despite the warmth of the water, you found yourself already missing the heat that always radiated off of him in waves.
You began to realize all the times you leaned into his quiet touches, while you told yourself it was just to appease him, to speak his language, it was every bit for yourself as well. It made you feel safe. Every time his arms silently wound around you, he lingered at your back, hovered at your side, or you felt his eyes quietly watching from across the room…. It was the safety you’d never felt anywhere else that you craved. 
The warmth that encased you, that trailed over your skin with just a look, a brush of a hand in passing. You craved it. He was your addiction. And you were longing for a hit.
Taking a step back toward him in search of his warmth, you only made it half a stride before bumping into him, both of you chuckling as his hands came out to steady you on your upper arms.
“Can I help you?” He drawled.
“Uh,” you eloquently said, staring straight forward as you searched for the words, any words. “Was just looking for the soap.”
Din chuckled knowingly. “I’ve got it, mesh’la.” He dropped his chin down to rest on your shoulder. “But you knew that.”
Tilting your head back to look down your nose at the wall of the shower in front of you, you huffed. “I can neither confirm nor deny.”
The Mandalorian turned his face down into your skin, circling his arms around your waist to hold you close. As he peppered gentle kisses across your left shoulder blade, he offered a compromise between each one. “Well. You know…. The kid’s gonna wake up soon. And I already used the soap. Haven’t rinsed it off yet. We could…. Share.”
The slide of his skin against yours sent a shiver down your spine, his huff of amusement next to your ear making you grin. 
“We should do this more often.”
You groaned as his fingers began to massage shampoo into your hair.
“You won’t hear me complaining,” his voice was soft, tucked into your neck as he massaged the soap into your roots.
“That means getting a room more often,” you mused, leaning further back into him, your grin of amusement growing at his grumble of annoyance. “Less bumbling around the Crest, camping on backwater planets, hiding out on-”
“If I told you,” he cut in, his voice conspiratorial, “that I know all the good spots-”
“Spots?”
He pinched your hip before continuing pointedly. “Yes, all the spots, on all the backwater planets, as you so nicely called them. Some beautiful waterfalls…. Hot springs…. They’re no dingy Daiyu room shower, but-”
You turned in his grip, arms coming up around his neck as you leaned your forehead against his. “They sound wonderful, Din.”
He grinned. “Then it’s settled. Next place we stop, I’ll take you on a tour of all my favorite places.” He leaned forward, brushing his nose against yours. “Well, they used to be my favorite. Now I have a new one.”
Slowly rolling up onto the balls of your feet, cinching your arms around him tighter, you huffed out a quiet laugh. “Oh yeah? And where’s that?”
The sneaky smile turning up his face continued to grow as he leaned closer to you, his lips ghosting over yours as he whispered, “I’ll just let you take a wild guess,” before they pressed firmly to yours.
Xxx
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helpinghanikan · 1 year ago
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Star Wars: Kinktober 2023
Day 3: Face sitting (Din Djarin)
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As far as anyone was concerned Din was as conservative as anyone in the galaxy. Barely anyone has seen a Mandalorian without the helmet. Those that have either refuse to say what’s under it or change the answer every time.
For now, you were still in that first group. Sex hasn’t changed that either. So it was a bit of a shock when he asked you to sit on his face.
Not one to say no, you were already getting your pants off.
Your eyes were squeezed shut while Din guided you into position. When you opened them you were facing the wall of your little sleeping cubby. Although everything inside of you was screaming to lean back and get a quick look. But you weren’t the kind to take advantage.
“If it becomes too much, you better tap.” You warned him, lowering yourself down onto his face.
He was going to say something stupid; you just knew it. This was the only reason you had to place yourself down faster than you would have any other time. Hearing Din say something like; ‘this is the way’ when it comes to dying by pussy wasn’t how you wanted the evening to go.
He manages to moan out a “careful,” when you press down. His hands, free of gloves and warm as the sun, hold your thighs tightly. Squeezing them and trying to move you himself since it was hard to give you direction.
You were already hot and wet just from the suggestion. His tongue licking through your lower lips was a great start. Experimenting with your hip moving, rolling forward and back against his mouth. Letting how tightly he holds your thighs be the guide for how fast you should be moving. By the way he was holding you, he seemed to be pretty okay with you moving fast and hard as you want.
“Din, oh my God!” You call out as his tongue slides into you.
The cubby has always been too small for more than one person. Add in the nights where both you and Din sleep and the air is way too stuffy to breathe correctly. Add in when Grogu snuggles with the two of you and it’s a hard place to sleep in.
None of those times were compared to now. But you didn’t really care about the heat.
The orgasm is building from your crotch upwards. A warmth that tingles through your body until it reaches your fingers. It wasn’t like a normal orgasm when Din pounds into you from behind. That was like trying to land a plan. Focusing on all the little things that have to come together to make the climax happen.
In this instance, it’s all Din’s doing. Yes, you're moving your hips, but he had to get you to cum. It creates a sort of power he has over you.
That power starts to expand into an orgasm. Shaking through your chest and fogging up your head. The orgasm took the wind from your chest, gasping and moaning out. Your hips rocking through the orgasm until, by miracle, Din taps out.
“Good job,” You panted, maneuvering yourself off of him.
It’s only due to the force of habit that your eyes closed. You sit against the wall while Din rustles around the room, getting his helmet back on. Only then does he come closer; cool metal pressing against your forehead in an affectionate gesture.
“I’ll be sure to thank Fett when we get back.” He says, pulling you close against him.
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penvisions · 3 months ago
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in search of honor {snippet}
been bouncing between wips today laid up in bed and out of my mind of maximum strength cold meds. but made some progress with each one! here's a little snippet for the fic i hope to bring to y'all sooner rather than later, please don't ask me why part of that sentence is underlined, bc i have no idea why lol
Your heart is thudding loud and nearly painful in your chest as you grip the handle of the gifted blade tight in your hand, ears straining for any sound to signal the ritual is about to begin. Your eyes flit around the room, lips pressed into a tight line as you feel the tension creak in your knees, in the bends of your elbows as you slowly look around the chamber. Only when the hush of stone moving along stone sounds, hatches opening at the footbed of each person’s perch to allow for a grotesque looking…pod to ascend. It’s brown and leathery on the outside and as it begins to open at the top with a sickly, squelching do you know that it’s now or never: the moment to take your life into your own hands.
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court-jobi · 2 years ago
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Just Be Gentle
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Pairing: Paz Viszla x reader (fem!reader, 'Songbird' for the use in the fic)
Words: 3,589
Rating: Teen+
Warnings: post-mission, light banter, mutual pining, mild!grumpy/sunshine, FLUFF, tender touching, teaching self-care, injury care, washing up- (not spicy yet, sorry loves) cuddles if you squint
Summary: He is a Cornerstone in his own right. The moment the Hunter dropped her off to him, she knew instantly by the reactions of everyone around her that this was a leader they respected, followed into the grittiest of scraps, because he’s the man with the biggest gun and equal fire. They call him Al’orad, their Top gunman, and always, brother. And brothers, well– he sure fought to protect them as only family would.
Paz Vizsla is the storm itself. Only now, it seems he got caught in the crosshairs and succumbed to the hurricane of the skirmish. It didn’t worry him, he’s patched up his own scrapes before.An immovable Mandalorian he may be, but she his Songbird– gentle soul who’d sooner see to his wounds herself than watch him treat himself so roughly any longer.
A/N: Special thanks to @newpathwrites for the original ask! Here's to you~ The response to my Paz thoughts inspired me to finish this one out the rest of the way, and was a joy to write. If you're like me and still reeling from the episode which must not be named, then you'll be glad to know PAZ LIVES ON IN FIC! This was written in third person as a practice for me, but please put yourself in Songbird's shoes in whatever race, kind or creed you claim. It's a big galazy, so imagine along with me~ edit: @newpath3432!
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She could tell by the slight limp: Big Blue was hurt. He walked the earth with a strong presence, and now that presence hobbled with a case of the hiccups. It would be funny, if it weren’t stemming from a place of clear pain. Wouldn’t be caught dead admitting it, but he can’t avoid the obvious. 
When he started walking into a lean towards the pillar in the dank entrance to the covert, she walked even faster. The heavy artillery strapped to his back in coils was slipping. Speeding up to a light jog, she caught him fast by the elbow– flitted past the other sentries like the little Songbird she is, straight to his side to corral him by the arm.
"THeRe you are.."
Her name flowed off his tongue when he realized she’d snuck up on him; not that the Mandalorian ever really used it. By the way she’d been caught humming at all hours of the day and night, she’d come to earn the nickname ‘Songbird’ around the dank halls of Nevarro’s underground lava flats.
There’s barely a point trying to hide someone as tall, broad, and vast as him; as her blue-armored warrior claims the attention of everyone in any room he enters… but perhaps for just a minute, she could manhandle his form so that he’d blend into the support column on the other side. To keep him behind it, and out of sight for only a quick once-over.
He is a Cornerstone in his own right. Both a buoy in the sea and a lighthouse on a hill. The moment the Hunter dropped her off to him, she knew instantly by the reactions of everyone around her that this was a leader they respected and would gather arms with him into the grittiest of scraps. They call him Al’orad, their Top gunman, and always, brother. ‘You couldn’t be in better hands,’ the one she’d later call Din Djarin had said:
Paz Vizsla is the storm itself and brings the fire befitting a Mandalorian. Only now, it seems some of the fire has caught him.
He halted at her first call to him, yet followed into her tug willingly. A testament to their unexpected orbit; Paz found himself biting his tongue and falling into her draw whenever she sought him out even though he’s twice her size– just as she could pick his boisterous call out of a crowd and would come to stand alongside him as if no one were watching. For her, stepping out under everyone’s helmeted attention took an uncharacteristic flare of courage- one that Paz brought out in her.
Under the arch, the Alor’ad was quite literally pulled from the roster of tasks in his mind to her will. That stern look in her usually tender eyes siphoned his full attention.  How they never failed to stare right where his would be.
Paz greeted her with his immediate sense of concern.
"--shouldn't you be inside?" he braced an arm against the pillar ledge, relaxed.
"Shouldn't you be in the med tent?" Her eyes flickered across him: around his belt, to holster, and up again.
"I'm just fine."
"Paz."
He pressed a hand over hers, where she’d gripped the lip of his chest plate. "I will go when the others are seen to.”
“You need to be seen to!”
“Our healers are few; they’re overwhelmed.” Paz’s firm words -though delivered peaceably- commanded this conversation. “Those who suffered entry wounds receive attention first. My injuries are not urgent."
"You're limping; I could see it a mile away, and that's no good to anyone if you're ignoring your own problems,” she stressed again, “Play ‘Mr. Defender’ to your tribe all you want, but you’re fooling yourself if you think you can serve them at your best in this shape..."
He paused, looking back to her again and winced internally at the level of quiet care she was pleading to him.
"In my experience,  I know you Mandos tend to shrug off anything short of a lost limb when it comes to pain,” Songbird’s a natural at this; making a case. She spoke her peace with a rein on her temper. “I'd prefer to see it not get to that point. You're no exception… and you're the strongest one I know." she admitted.
Against impropriety’s warning bells in his bucket, Paz cupped her cheek, mindful of the rough leather to not irritate her. It’s indulgent, but he risks it.
"I'll be there soon,” he promises, “I give you my word, if you'll believe it."
"I want to, Blue," she offered with a gentle warning.
"Then keep me accountable. You’ll find me sitting in that alcove in ten minutes. If I'm not..." His head quirked with a little show of amusement, "You have my permission to drag me by my shebs there."
Sure enough, he did– true to his word, once his offloading task was completed. 
The covert’s Song remained under the awning of the covert’s med tent in the karyai as she watched Paz’s still-armored self being seen and treated on the left triage station. There she waited for him, until he reemerged with a hand to her shoulder in greeting. She squeezed it, asked if he was good to go, and he was all too ready to agree to some downtime. To seal the deal, she offered an arm around his back and he willingly outstretched his across her shoulders. 
It would be pointless to assume she’s honestly bearing any weight, but her offer to help was received kindly, as if he did. Then again, the way Paz spoke of her to the others in his faction, she knew he believed her capable of heart.
Then, with every grace like a nesting dove, she moved independently in his space like it was second nature, despite her only having been here one or two other times as emergency demanded it. A sealed bacta patch had been applied to the slope of his neck on one side, but after inspection, they’d hardly cleaned him up much. She'd located clean handcloths and a pitcher since they were ready and prepared at a moment’s notice on Paz's galley counter.
The question of what the case for water was at the front table lingered at her tongue, but it left her completely as she heard Paz grunt on sitting, one leg extended further than the other. He busied himself with smaller huffs of effort trying to get his armor off.
"Do you need help?" She offered gently, not wanting to coddle the grown man before her.
“M’fine. It's-- (ah) tricky, anyway. Faster if I do it." 
But even as he turned to wince and release the back plate with no success, she’d stepped over to him and released the clasp with a few well-placed fingertips. It unlocked easily and loosened into his lap. He turned a bit -until the woman he’d come to adore came into his visor’s view- to see a smile finally eased across her features.
"I've watched Djarin work it enough times, I could wear a kit myself. May I?"
Just the sound of that one word alone sunk a ballast into Paz's stomach worse than the fight did. Not even the clan he was folded into–she knew his first. His low tone shared such, though she took it as tiredness at first,
"You know his name."
"Hm? Oh, yes! I do know," she piped up. "It was the two of us drifting out on the Belt for so long, I think he took pity on me. Only so many times I would say 'hey you' before he felt bad for me, I think. Just calling him ‘Mando’ like everyone else seemed odd after a while– especially since he said I’d be meeting more soon; even that was never going to last as a nickname around a covert of them."
Paz only hummed. The clear picture of familiarity came to mind, how their months were spent  in the time before him buzzed around his jealous thoughts uncomfortably. That nasty inkling of jealousy seeped into her sharing of stories of him. 
But her lightness never wavered as she kept speaking–she simply moved her way to take care of his shoulder pauldrons next.
"--but he did tell me that's not the case everywhere, telling a non-mandalorian their name... He asked for discretion, so I never speak it around anyone else. Said it was fine here though, that you would call each other by clan name or given, so. Uhm.. where do you keep these?"
Paz turned to see her cradling one piece under each arm, one contoured to her breast, and the other gently in the crook of her elbow - hands full with the inner paddings of both. He leaned forward a touch, drew up a bottle of some solvent from the crate nearest him, and squirted some into the basin of water. 
"In there is fine.."
She emptied her arms, and noticing he made no move to continue disarmoring himself, she kept going in his stead. She imagined he'd probably never had someone tasked to do this for him, and perhaps enjoyed the doting behind closed doors. 
"Secret ingredient?" Song pried.
"It's an old recipe; cleans the armor without stripping it." He leaned back to where he was before, widening his legs for her to step between if she needed. “The alchemical reaction requires a tub to dilute the concentrate. Too strong and potent on its own, it would oxidize on contact without water."
“You’re on the wrong planet for that.” She grimaced with a jerk towards the window, the lava flats beyond.
“All the more reason for us to keep sentries by the reserve tanks. It is precious.”
Huffing a bit, she chuckled. "I can tell. oof- but that smell would be strong on a ship."
He hummed back to agree, and in a rare show of comfort as the weight of beskar was taken from him piece by loving piece, spoke, "...You're good at this."
She shrugged, a little tone in her voice. 
"Yeah, Din came back half dead after a run-in with a pack of Trandoshans on Ord Mantell, so that was a trial by fire I won't forget. I had to do it all myself. He could barely talk, his concussion was so bad- oh gods, I was terrified the whole time, because I knew I needed to check to see if any bits were cutting into him between the plates. But also figured because of the Creed, I thought he might have to kill me once I was done. Had to weigh the options for a sec, but really, he was too passed out to notice. When he woke up the next day he was mortified, poor baby.. Felt bad that I had to manage on my own, but he didn't care at all that I had seen actual skin." 
Her eyes twinkled and she smirked at what happened next. 
"I told him I was flattered of course, but I wouldn't have peeked.. if for no other reason, then out of respect for that sweetheart he's got on Sorgan."
–And thank the MAKER for that sweetheart on Sorgan.
But rather than scream his relief, Paz laughed it out to cover up his anxious nerves. 
"Sorgan, huh? Isn't that planet just a bunch of fishing holes?"
“Farms of them, apparently.” His elbows were now exposed, and next, the vambraces.
“So Djarin was wooed.. by a farmer.”
"Mhm," she removed the second, slipping out the lining and gloves to wash. "Widowed, with a cute little daughter who has eyes for the nugget- sweet guy was done for. She started leaving him his meals out for him on a hot plate the first night, so he wouldn't have to eat it cold. He still denies it," she rolled her eyes, "--but he said if he had the chance, he'd love to 'teach the little ones how to hunt one day’. Tell them more stories since so much has happened since we last stopped there. He'd make a good retiree. Deserves someone like her." 
She seemed full of nothing but pride as she spoke. However, soon the sentimental coles turned impressed.
"And hell, she's a real catch if her shot is any indication. No wonder he was so gone on her. So... Who knows?"
She busied herself with turning the gloves back inside out to wash and knelt to start on his boots, but froze looking up when Paz asked, 
"And you? Anyone else on Sorgan?"
"No. Not into farmers." she didn't look up, but shrugged, "Nothing Sorgan could offer me." She leveled out her mouth oddly, “...Might find it here, though."
"Is that so?" 
"mhm..." She finished loosening one and yanked it off with a little give before moving to the hurt one, more carefully. 
"If I can get 'im to quit getting banged up," she groused adorably, "maybe, just maybe I might find a Mandalorian to put up with me long enough…." 
Attentive as always, Song remained mindful of his breathing to ensure she wasn't jostling too much. 
"Might have to learn how to shoot better though. Those weapons are everything to you. I doubt anyone around here would take on a civvie like me as I am." She looked up and leaned into deprecating humor with a shy look. "M'not exactly the strongest either even though I’m light on the feet. That won’t do much good around here.. And I have a pretty bad mouth to get myself in trouble enough as it is."
This worry under the surface– not unlike a turtleduck spending its days furiously pedaling under the water, but looking ever too graceful on the surface. Naturally, the covert’s Songbird herself made counting her faults look like preening.
Paz chuckled.
"That's hardly a bad thing." He eased her worries. "Shooting can be taught. It's things like that ‘smart mouth’ that draw someone in. Catch someone's eye and ear."
How dare her heart give her that much hope…
"Y'think so?" She loosened his knee braces, doing her best not to ogle the strength of his legs in such close proximity. Surely he’s being too kind.
"I listened to you, didn't I? The list of those who can manage that feat is very short– ask anyone here…”
This seemed to humor her at least, if not outright pleasing her, and she shuffled back up to her feet, taking the cloth he'd been wiping his hands with and taking it with the dirty clothes. 
He'd shed his shirt too in the space while she talked-- and she hid her surprise the moment her back turned and her ears burned with the sight. 
Thick arms matched his thicker-than-durasteel legs, and strong ones– they’re downright gorgeous like the rest of him… but when she looked back, a tremor of panic surfaced, seeing how rough he was wiping along his patches from the nurses station, and she hurried back to his side right away to remedy that,
"--hey, easy!"
Paz looked up with surprised and she second guessed her urgency, coming back calmer.
"Y’just-” the poor thing braved a word of careful guidance, “You shouldn't be so rough, when the edges are still healing.."
Although intimidated by his size and what foul response he may have for being chastised, Paz surprised her with a simple 'by all means' and surrendered the cloth. She dampened it, and dutifully stood before him again.
To her surprise, Paz patted his leg and prompted her to sit: just as she had by the fire.
Yet while she took the spot, she didn't fall into his arms with the same comfort as that night a few weeks back. A wine-drunk flirty version of herself sunk into the embrace of her protector to chat him up, at his invitation. She’d not even been that nervous then, or even days after when they’d both been sober. There was a shortage of chairs in one of the meeting rooms, one glance turned to another, and he patted his leg in just the same way. She’d hardly shied away from his attention– enjoyed it, actually, to the point of craving. The top-of-the-line thermal compression pajamas she’d seen spread around on all the midwinter advertisements around the market could never warm her through like he could. She’s ruined for life if this trend turns into a habit…
But this was hardly the time for a cozy rendezvous– not while he was hurting. 
Unaware of any of these inner ramblings, Paz laid a hand on her waist to train her to relax anyway. His free hand simply held her to his lap, thumbing along her far thigh. To ensure she didn't slip, of course. 
Starborne’s Grace and Favor… this man is a delight for the eyes. For a man brimming with muscles, the cushioned fat layer made Paz quite comfortable– and quite the sight with blossoming tattoos along his chest and ribs.
While she set to cleaning the remaining blood the nurses missed first, Song also freshened the cloth, waving it a bit to introduce cool air, and dabbed off his collarbones and along either side of his neck, swiping along where his lean indicated. 
Gods it felt good. He'd be asleep in minutes if she kept this up. Paz bit his tongue to keep from moaning outright.
Attention trained towards his comfort, the Songbird asked softly, "You must be hot under there."
His words slurred a tad in response, "I'm used to it."
She frowned a little but just tipped the chin of his helmet up just a touch, wiping up his throat to catch some sweat. She was interested to find dark, auburn stubble to hint at a full beard under the seal, but evaded from peeking too much and jerked her sights up to his visor instead. 
"I don't say that to pry about what's under there, but I'd reckon to say a beard does make it warmer y'know…"
"I count on it during the cold seasons here." He murmured just as low as the first time, tilting whichever way she wanted. She could feel his true voice hum along his throat by the bob of his Adams apple. " I didn't plan on going to a damn swamp for the last week, or else I woulda shaved it."
"Poor thing." She mimicked, caressing the back of his neck. She spaced out at some point over him as she worked along his shoulders and passed the hand towel back and forth, registering only through touch how warm he felt beneath her. Warm and pliant and dangerously close to stealing her heart away and ruining her for other men… 
It felt incredibly good, but Paz had half a guilty heart; she must be getting tired. The helm faced her head on,
"You don't have to do all that..." he cupped the fleshy inner part of her palm with utmost care– care that he typically never treated himself with.
"I want to.” she hummed back easily. “You deserve it.”
At his encouragement, she swept broader strokes down his back and up again with one hand, bracing on his shoulder with the other. It was so contoured, sweeping hills of strength along his spine where muscles built up over years of use. A landscape worthy of some special attention.
Paz just sat there –calm on the exterior, but a swirling pool of doubt and bewilderment, and unworthiness weighting down his chest into heavy breaths. This girl was making him into mush by the minute.
"How's that. Better?"
The helmet nodded back and its voice hummed a little.
He’s growing more in love by the minute, too. Just keep talking, sweet sparrow.
She sat back and propped up in his lap, crossing her ankles.
"I can warm up that food if you want; or you can shower up and I'll have it inside for you before I go." 
His hand caught hers, "--You don't have to go."
"Not even so you can eat?" She clarified, curiously.
"I can wait on that. You..." He tipped the helmet down so their joined hands were in view. "...Food can wait."
The Paz Vizsla was holding her hands in both of his now, and she let him. These hands– the ones that made it their mission to treat him kindly when little mercies in this galaxy ever did…
She smiled, even though he was hardly watching: his big blue helmet is trained on feeling how soft hers must be by comparison. She’s finding it adorable that the big, strong Mandalorian seemed fascinated by her hands of all things. Song couldn't imagine she was the first girl to be perched on his lap like this, but by the way he rubbed over her like something precious, she secretly hoped she could be the last.
" ‘Food can wait.’ “ she repeated in a tease, “Since when would any fiery Mandalorian say such a lie– stalling a meal just because you found a little bird on your lap, huh? You want me to start singing for you next?"
Nudged from his trance, the visor lifted to her again making him lean back more comfortably, 
"I wouldn't say no to that." Paz flirted right back. 
With outstretched legs once more, Paz brought one up to be elevated as advised while guiding her in by her waist to relax in his lap again and take a break herself. 
The Songbird followed his lead this time– and resumed her trademark humming with the knowledge of a job well done.
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foomoosworld · 9 months ago
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Stars Too Far Series Masterlist (ongoing)
Category: smut
Din Djarin X Fem Reader
Summary: The Mandalorian is chasing a bounty through space on the Outer Rim when he and the bounty crash on an uninhabited planet. (Or at least it appears to be uninhabited) Din sustains an injury and wakes in a feral woman’s cabin. Together they must navigate through the deadly planet and forge a plan to escape.
Mature Content, Minors DNI! Smut, fluff, kink, violence, language!
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🌺=Smut
There’s fluff in every chapter
Chapter 1 - The Bounty
Chapter 2 - Blinkey 🌺
Chapter 3 - I Like It Here
Chapter 4 - Your Air Hurts My Skin 🌺
Chapter 5 - Go On... Mandalate 🌺
Chapter 6 - Cape Isn't So Stupid Now, Is It?
Chapter 7 - Lightning Bug 🌺
Chapter 8 - Leave it Behind and Run 🌺
Chapter 9 - It's Not A Debt 🌺
Chapter 10 - I'll Bring The Girl To You
Chapter 11 - Look At Me Like That Forever 🌺
Chapter 12 - Getting "Ahead" These Days 🌺
Chapter 13 - Good Luck, Kid
Chapter 14 - Shy-Tan Djarin 🌺
Chapter 15 - Spoken Like A True Warrior 🌺
Chapter 16 - Lemon Tree
Chapter 17 - The Raven And The Firefly 🌺
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ipromiseimokay · 2 years ago
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Hi there! Glad you found your way to this corner of the internet, allow me to introduce myself;
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gravvitywritestrash · 2 years ago
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Dincember Days 10, 11 and 12 Promts Frost, Sweater, and Tree
a/n sorry this is a few days late! I worked 26hrs between sat and sun and didn't have time to post. Anyways, I decided to put these three together to get back on track.
Gender neutral reader x the Mandalorain
Warnings: talks of anger, arguing.
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You couldn't even remember what the argument was about at this point.
You and Mando had gotten into an argument, probably over something small, but it had escalated quickly.
Too much time spent in constant close quarters had clearly gotten to both of you, leaving you both over stimulated and frustrated.
Mando was the silent and cold type of angry, completely opposite to your loud and fiery argumentative side. This meant that you stumbled over your words, trying to come up with anything to argue and defend yourself with, while whatever Mando said was short, and to the point.
Getting angry always made you restless, fidgety, like a swarm of insects were filling your veins. At some point you had walked off the ship with only your boots and a light jacket to combat the harsh cold of the planet.
You had traveled quite far, mumbling to yourself and throwing your hands around while ranting. At some point you had stopped walking and started circling a tree, your path obvious by the ring of missing and melted snow. Not only did the walking help keep your blooding moving, the tree also blocked some of the wind, but you were still cold.
Just as you were pausing to lean against the tree, you heard the quiet crunch of his boots in the snow as he approached you from behind. Your groan was muffled by your hand harshly rubbing down your face as you pivoted halfway to face him.
"I'm not read to talk."
Mando paused in his approach, both feet planted in the snow, hand over the brown bag slung around his shoulders. He waited a few moments, and that's when you got a real look at him. Well- his armor more specifically.
His armor was covered in a layer of frost, filling the crevices in between the plates on his chest, and covering each plane, taking away its natural shine.
"The kid missed you." He flipped open the top of the brown bag, and instead of seeing the normal green head of the kid, you saw he was bundled up in a thick dark blue robe, the hood of it fastened over his head and concealing his large green ears. But you could see his large glassy brown eyes, and his little clawed hands reaching out to you, and that had your heart and previous frustrations melting away.
"C'mere, kid." You mumbled while approaching the two. Mando did not move, not a muscle. And when you pulled the kid out of the bag, he made no move to back away, and neither did you.
Now that you were closer, you could see how thick the layer of frost on his chest plate, and the rest of his armor was. You wondered if that made him any more colder than he already was.
Mando started to pull something else out of his bag, a deep red fabric caught your eye.
"Here, I brought this for you." He held it out between you, a thick sweater that wasn't yours. One of his own that he brought out for you, a peace offering.
Without saying anything, you nodded and passed him the kid while taking the sweater out of his hands. Once it was on, the kid was back in your arms, gripping the front of the sweater tightly, and quietly babbling at you.
The sweater was warm after sitting in the bag with the kid. It also faintly smelled like Mando, that warm and slightly spicy scent that had been on the blanket was muted, indicating he probably hadn't worn it in a while.
You figured this was the closest to an apology you'd get from him after the argument, but he surprised you by stepping closer to you, close enough to have the back of your hands brush his cold armor.
"I'm sorry."
You looked at him then, staring into that void, the visor swallowing your gaze.
You had always tried to push the desire to see past the visor down, hating how selfish and disrespectful to kid creed it felt, but you wished so desperately to look him in the eyes at this moment.
"I'm sorry. I have shouldn't taken out my anger on you, it's unfair and childish, and I'm sorry." His hand lifted and went to rest on your upper bicep, "You don't have to be ready to talk right now, and that's okay. I wanted to apologize, though."
His apology shocked you. You hadn't expected him to, or at least not be the first to do it. Despite not remembering what the argument was about, you were sure you had been at fault in the first place, and the irritation of having been trapped on the Crest had gotten to you first, causing you to be defensive and snappy at the slightest criticism.
And you appreciated that he'd apologized first, despite his trouble communicating at times. The fact that he'd come out all this way, bring you a sweater, his sweater, and apologized completely moved you. You tilted your head down, looking at the frost covered chest plate so he couldn't see the tears in your eyes.
"I'm sorry, too, Mando. I should have listened instead of getting angry." The hand that was on your arm moved, rubbing up and down slightly in acknowledgement.
"You ready to go back?"
The kid was now snuggled into your chest, pressing his face as close to you as possible, trying to stay shielded from the wind.
Mando had told you that the kid missed you, but you doubted that the kid was the only one. So with a nod, you fell into step next to Mando. While you walked, his hand had left you briefly, and when his arm settled back around you, you noticed he had wrapped you in his cape.
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taglist: @honeydjarin
a/n I'm sorry this isn't all that good. Finals and end of semester stuff has me stressed as hell. I also work too much. So excited for winter break
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A Lesson In Traditions [Din Djarin x Reader]
Title: A Lesson In Traditions Summary: After the brief spark, you felt between you and Din, you are longing for it to be recreated. And, maybe a shiny trinket from Mandalorian tradition can help you with that. Warnings: None I don't think ? Request: N/A
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A/N: Some of you wanted a part two to A Lesson In Mando'a so here's the follow up! I might make this a series if anyone is interested
A/N 2: I made up the idea of betrothal necklaces. I don't think these exist in Mandalorian culture, but I took inspiration from water benders in Avatar the Last Airbender, because I thought the idea was cute! So credit to that series!
PART 1: A Lesson In Mando’a PART 2: A Lesson In Traditions PART 3: A Lesson In Touch
Din Djarin~A Lesson In Traditions
It had been a while since Din had told you what cyar'ika had meant, and ever since then the two of you had been dancing around each other. Surely, he knew you liked him by now- you had tried to hint at him several times: lingering touches, longer conversations, closeness to him. And, yet the Mandalorian remained oblivious. You supposed that no matter the species or creed, men were all as dense as each other.
        You huffed as you held the child on your lap.
        "I don't know what I'm going to do, little one," you murmured, "I think I'm having more luck communicating with you, than I am with your dad. ...Maybe I should just give up. He has his creed to follow anyway..."
        The child looked at you, his head slightly tilted. His big eyes stared up at you. Despite not saying anything at all, you knew he was understanding you. He was a pretty great listener, even if he was only a youngling.
        "You know, you're right. Maybe I- maybe we just need a day out. Some fresh air. What do you think? Do you want to take a little trip? We need some more supplies anyway, I'm getting sick of rations, and I'd like some fresh food. What about you?"
        The child perked up at the mention of food, and you smiled.
        "I'll take that as a yes," you giggled, "Let me go speak to your daddy."
        You placed the child gently down in his bed, and made your way up to the cockpit, where Din was flying the ship. Your head peeked up from the ladder, and you clambered up and stood awkwardly for a second at the back of the room. Din heard you enter, and waited for you to speak. He turned his head ever so slightly, his beskar glinting from the faint light the stars around the ship were producing.
        "Hi," you murmured, wandering over to where Din was sitting, "How far away are we from the next stop?"
        "About an hour," Din replied, "Why do you ask?"
        You fold your hands neatly in front of you, you shift your weight slightly forward, and almost rock on the balls of your feet.
        "Well, I was thinking that I- well, us... You, me and the kid could take a trip to the local market on our next stop. It's just we need more food anyways, and I'm going a bit stir crazy. It'll do us some good to get some fresh air, especially the kid. He can't spend his whole life in this ship."
        Din contemplates for a second.
        "I know what you're going to say- It's dangerous, we're being hunted but-"
        "-I was actually going to say okay."
        "Really? I mean, great. Thank you!"
        Din smiles under his helmet, not that you can tell, and continues, "As you said, we need food anyway, and the next planet we're going to land on is remote enough. It's definitely not Imp friendly either."
        You nod, and flash Din a smile. The tension slowly builds in the room; you can feel his eyes on you. Despite not being able to see his eyes (hell, you didn't even know what colour they were), you could sense them: trained on you. You coughed awkwardly.
        "I'm going to go check on the kid. Uh- Give me a shout when we're about to land."
        "I will, cyar'ika."
        Your heart jumps at the nickname.
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As soon as you landed, you grabbed your bag, your gun and a set of knives. Despite not technically being employed by any bounty hunting guilds right now, it never hurt to be prepared: especially when the small green creature you were travelling with had such a high price on his head. And, then you turned to Din. He was also carrying his fair share of weapons, and of course the child. He was situated in Din's bag, his cute little face peaking out over the top. You smiled at him, before beginning to walk down the ramp.
        The Mandalorian made his way into the town, with you by his side, and his small son literally at his side. He didn't feel uneasy about this place- it looked relatively safe, but he was still on high alert. And, he wanted you to be as well.
        Despite having only known you a couple of months, he didn't dare think about the possibility of something happening to you. He knew he had to protect the child, that was a given, but the growing affection he had for you was uncharted. As a boy, he had learned about Mandalorians caring for foundlings (just as they had done with him as a boy), but romantic relationships were something out of his reach. He knew they occurred; they had to. The Mandalorians, while being a creed of highly trained soldiers, still held family at their core. After all, how were they to make more warriors without romantic relationships. But, truthfully, they were something unfamiliar to him. It had never been possible in his life, not with the creed. With you, his thoughts had begun to wander more and more lately. About you being next to him, being his family. He knew Mandalorians were allowed to take their helmets off for family, for those in their Clan. The more time you spent with him, the more he considered you to be apart of his Clan... He shook himself slightly. 'Stop,' he thought, 'You shouldn't have this on your mind. Y/N doesn't think of you that way. They're here for the child. That's it.'
        If only Din knew how far from the truth that was.
        "I need you to take him," Din says to you, carefully taking the child from his bag and handing him to you, "I'm going to go into the cantina, and see if I can find me- us some work. I trust you can manage to get us some supplies?"
        "You insult me, my love," you laugh, holding the child in your arms, "I am more than capable. I hope you save me at least one good bounty. I can't let you have all the fun."
        "I'll keep an eye out. Meet me here in half an hour."
        "Will do, my love," you smile and walk away from him.
        Din was glad for the distance being put between the two of you, because he was sure if you were any closer to him, you would be able to hear his heart racing behind his beskar. 'My love,' he pondered. He quite liked the way that sounded rolling off your tongue, perhaps even more than he liked hearing you say his own name. He gave one last look over his shoulder, just to make sure you were okay, before heading into the cantina.
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You'd successfully made it to the market, and had made your way around over half of the stalls, and you had basically bought all the food for you and your Mandalorian. As you continued walking through the market, most of the stalls you passed by were food, but some were trinkets, toys, and even weapons. You'd hesitated by one particular booth. They were selling crystals, luxury cloth, and jewellery. Usually, you weren't one for such fine things (in your life style, things like that would end up ruined, stolen or pawned), but you'd been drawn in by one particular necklace. The chain was made up of two types of metal from what you could tell: a shinning silver, and a deep, darker grey. Attached to the chain was an unfamiliar symbol. It curved into a symmetrical shape, one that looked like two halves of a whole.
        "That's real beskar, you know," the seller assured, "It would look beautiful sitting around your neck."
        The seller was an older woman. She wore blue and purple robes, dirtied only a little by the sand- no doubt from the extensive sand desert that lay just outside the town. She had a kind face, her eyes smiling up at you. You'd almost forgotten to reply.
        "What do you say? Can I interest you in such a fine, unique piece?"
        "Oh, I'm not sure-"
        "-I'm sure your husband would like it: it would match his own armour after all," the lady added, taking the necklace off of its stand and presenting it to you.
        "Oh, he's not- He's not my husband. We're just travel companions, that's all."
        "Someone should tell him that. The way he looks at you... Only few people are so lucky. Looks at you like you hung the stars in the sky."
        "How do you know that? His helmet-"
        "-There's some things you just know with age, dearie. Love is one of them."
        You were rendered speechless. Did he really look at you like that? Was is that obvious? Did his heart beat for yours the way yours beats for his? You hardly had time to process the thought of you and Din together that close, as spouses, before the seller spoke again.
        "So what do you say? Can I tempt you with this necklace? I can even throw in a free toy for the little one," she smiled, cooing to the child from across the table.
        You looked at the seller, and then down to him.
        "What do you say, little guy? Do you want a new toy?" you murmured to him; when you saw his eyes gleam with excitement, you knew it was all over.
        "I think he said yes," the merchant laughs.
        "I think you're right," you reply, reaching into your bag for your purse, "I usually wouldn't spend credits on a thing like this... But, it is quite beautiful. And, you do deserve a new toy."
        You handed the lady her credits, and took the necklace from her. She'd placed it into a small, black, velvet box. The box had small silver hinges and a clasp at the front. You felt a little giddy. It had been a while since you'd made such an unessential purchase, and there was a small part of you that hoped if you wore this you might get the attention of a certain masked warrior. You shook your head, granted it was a little desperate, but you figured worth a shot.
        The child also received his gift too. It was a small figurine of an animal. You weren't quite sure which one, but he seemed to like it, and that was good enough for you.
        You slipped the velvet box into your bag, and caught a glimpse of your watch. Fuck, you were late. You jostled the child closer to your chest and began to almost sprint back to the cantina: you did not want to have to deal with a grumpy Mandalorian, least of all if you were the cause of his grumpiness. The closer you got, the easier it was to make out his figure.
        "Look, before you say anything, I'm sorry I'm late. Time must have slipped my mind, and I ran into a strange lady at one of the stalls, and she sold me this- You know what, you probably don't need to know all that. Just know we've got enough food to last us at least a month, and the child had fun."
        "He has a new toy."
        "I- Yeah," you replied, "Not exactly an essential, I know, but don't worry I used my credits. Besides, it'll hopefully stop him wrecking your cockpit for a toy."
        Din nodded. You don't know why you expected him to say more. He wasn't a man of many words, and you were apparently no exception. You made your way back to the ship with the Mandalorian in silence. It wasn't unpleasant by any means, but also it felt like you both had lots to say: you just didn't know how to say it.
        "Did you buy anything for yourself?" Din asked, looking over to you as you reached the ship.
        How did he know?
        Din obviously sensed your confusion.
        "I- You said that a lady sold you something, that's all," Din clarified.
        "Oooh, oh that," you said, looking down at your bag, "Yeah, I did. A bit of an impulse buy if I'm honest, but the lady was too nice to deny. She sold me a necklace. Maybe you can help me put it on."
        Din nodded; that should be easy. It was just a necklace after all. He'd fought off enemies twice his size, survived when the odds were against him, and was one of the best bounty hunters there was... It should be easy. So why was his heart racing?
        You placed the child down on the floor of the Razor Crest, and reached inside your bag for the box. Your hands traced the inside of your bag blindly, before feelings the soft touch of velvet. Carefully, you took it out of the bag, and revealed the box. Din's eyes watched with intrigue. You unfastened the clasp and opened the box. It snapped back on its hinges, and revealed the chain.
        Din's eyes registered the metal before his brain could even process it: a betrothal necklace.
        "The lady said it was genuine beskar, but I'm not so sure. I think it's just silver, probably some iron too- but it's pretty either way. Do you mind helping me put it on still?"
        Din's mind was still racing. He'd heard about the tradition of giving a betrothal necklace from urban tales and word of mouth from other Mandalorians, but he'd never actually seen one this close. The tradition stated that the Mandalorian proposing would take part of their beskar and part of their riduur-to-be's beskar and melt them into a necklace, with the two swirling around each other before eventually combining into a symbol at the bottom. Usually it was a good luck symbol, or for fertility. Something along those lines. It felt almost surreal seeing one close up.
        "Are you alright, Din?" you ask, "Is something up?"
       He wasn't sure if he should mention the tradition, what the necklace meant to the Mandalorians... It was basically a dead tradition now, anyway. There was no harm in not telling you, right? After all, there were very few Mandalorians left, and even fewer that managed to have the privilege of finding a riduur: you didn't need to know..
        "No, no... I'm fine," he reassures, "I- Hand me the necklace."
        Din took the necklace from you and instructed you to hold your hair out of the way. You obliged, and felt him lace the necklace around your neck before fastening it in the back. There was a small pause, where the two of you just stayed there: in the moment. It took everything in you not to shiver as you felt a rush down your spine. The sensation of Din's hands on you, even just for a moment, was almost too much. You turned around to face him.
        "Do you like it?" you ask, holding the pendant of your new necklace between your thumb and your index finger.
        "It suits you," he affirmed, "Mesh'la."
       "Thank you," you blushed, making a mental note to ask what 'Mesh'la' meant at a later date, "I- I'm going to go put the food supplies away."
       Din decided against telling you about the origin of your neckalce; you looked far too radiant wearing it for him to say anything that may shift the tone. He couldn't bring himself to say anything, so he just let you walk past him. Part of him felt guilty for not saying anything, but another part of him selfishly thought it looked beautiful sat around your neck. For a moment he could almost imagine that he had given you that..
       ...That you were his riduur.
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echoalyssa · 4 years ago
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“You can’t always do everything on your own”
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It’s late at night when your Mandalorian comes back, you’ve finally fallen asleep after spending the day worrying about the armored man who had left a week ago. His com was off, him having needed radio silence because the bounty was especially dangerous and cunning. You wake up with a start, hearing the sharp hiss of the hatch to the Razor Crest opening followed by several loud clunks.
You shoot out of his bed, wearing only one of Mando’s undershirts. You round the corner, and find the bounty hunter stumbling forward, just barely able to catch himself on the metal walls, he’s dragged a body onto the ship with him and he’s motionless so you can only assume that it’s dead.
You rush towards him, hands roaming over the armored plates, wanting to find the wounds. His breaths are sharp and ragged, laced with pain and he whispers your name as he falls into you.
“Mando!” You yelp as you wrap your arms around his body, his weight nearly crushing you.
He leans on you for support as you lower him to the ground, his boots dragging across the floor and he all but crumples to the ground.
“Get... get the... c-caut-“
Cauterizer he means to say. You make sure he’s steady against the wall, that he won’t accidentally tip over and then rush to his weapons closet where he kept his medical supplies. The small metal device is on top of the kit, hence the fact that he was always using it.
You rush back to him, and he sits up just slightly, a sharp breath leaving him. With shaky fingers the Mandalorian reaches to his shoulder to undo the back plate of his armor, not beskar, the creed hadn’t had enough to equip them all.
His fingers slip and the plate stays in place, his body is swaying and you know he doesn’t want you to help him. You’d never helped him take off any of his armor, or patch him up. You’d seen the little patches of skin that he sometimes revealed to you when he was cauterizing a wound of when he hand a glove off to press his fingers between your thighs.
“Mando... let me help you.”
“I... g-got...” His fingers move to unclip the plate again and you watch as they slip and he misses the latch.
“Mando” you murmur, gently batting away one of his gloved hands that is attempting to reach up again, “You can’t always do everything on your own. Let me help you.”
He drops his hand in defeat and you unclip the plate with a little difficulty but only because of how securely it was on. You help him take off his shoulder plater, and front chest plate. He groans and your fingers brush across the fabric of his underclothes, searching for the wound, certain that it would be large because of how weak the Mandalorian was.
Your hands drift over his shoulders and down his back, rising up on your knees to see over his shoulder. There’s a large gash starting at the top of his back, traveling down to his side. It’s wide open and still bleeding, the skin shredded.
For the bounty to have done this to the bounty hunter...
“Oh Mando...” you whisper and reach for the cauterizer that’s sitting on the floor. With a push of a button the device flicks to life, sparks flying from the tip. You separate his shirt as much as possible and then decide it’s better to just take it off. You help Mando shed his gauntlet’s and then pull the shirt from his back, careful to keep the fabric from touching his wound.
He sits there, slumped over in a corner of the ship, his entire torso bare to you and you can’t help eyeing him. Your gaze lands on years of scars, marking his body, some deeper, some newer but there all the same.
He slips forward and an arm wraps around your waist his body pressing into you.
Your fingers brush against his skin, warm and alive under your touch and you want this to be the new normal. Not him being hurt, but him trusting you enough to bare himself to you. The moment is just as special and meaningful as when he holds you close in the dark and marks you.
You’re gentle with the cauterizer and you drag your fingertips up and down his skin soothingly as he whimpers into your neck.
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motleymoose · 4 years ago
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Homecoming Pt. 1: Astray, Ch. 1
Chapter 1
Stranded With Banthas
Fandom: The Mandalorian Characters:  The Mandalorian (Din Djarin), Gender-neutral Reader Words: 2.8k+ Warnings: ??? Angst???
Summary:
Stranded on a bantha-filled, Imperial-controlled moon on the outer reaches of the galaxy, I would do anything to get off-world. But even the best-laid plans can go awry, and I have to settle for second-best, a living reminder of my childhood.
Notes:
***1ST CHAPTER HAS BEEN EDITED***
Hello! Thanks for stumbling upon my fic!! A few things before we get started: *I've never really been a fan of Star Wars (until the Mandalorian, that is) *I've only done a basic amount of research (please let me know if the stellar charts don't align or I've completely flub any major parts of the lore!) *If you're here for romance, this is probably not the fic you seek This fic is going to span several parts, so don't be disappointed if the chapter count is short. There is more, I promise! I have two more chapters in this part, plus half a dozen others waiting the wings for their time to shine. That being said, this is all lightly edited and more than likely contains several blaring mistakes I am currently blind to.
Thank you for hanging with me this far. I hope you enjoy it!
Homecoming Masterlist
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I was hot, bored and out of credits.
Having been stranded on an Imperial-held outpost, stars away from almost any sort of proper civilization, it wasn’t exactly the worst thing that could’ve happened to me. I could’ve lost my hands or what little possessions I had, even been executed, but instead the captain and crew of the Momentum decided it was a fitting punishment to desert me on a moon positively crawling with Imps and bucketheads.
Don’t get me wrong, it wasn’t luck that saved me. I was the unluckiest person in the galaxy. Having lost my family to a Rebel airstrike and then been abandoned by my caretaker at a young age, I’d had to fight tooth and claw for survival. I was a mechanic by trade, and a good one at that. My ability to fix things also gave me the knowledge to break them, and coupling that with my disregard to fighting fair, I could be one sticky situation to get rid of.
Not to say the crew hadn’t thought of ways to dispose of me. On more than one occasion, I’d had large, heavy objects barely miss my head as I puttered around below-decks or in the engineering pit. It was more often than I thought average for a mechanic to be almost killed by falling crates and crewmates, and after mentioning it to the captain, everyone agreed it was best if I just left the ship instead of continuing on as their blackthumb.
I’m not sure what exactly brought on their ire. There had been that bunkmate with whom I’d had a tumble or two, but as we both had agreed to part ways as distant friends. I didn’t see her as being a begrudging type, but there was a first for everything, and I wasn’t about to question the crew’s alliance when freedom seemed so close.
Maybe it would have been better to just poison everyone on the ship and abscond with the loot, but I wasn’t a pirate - or, actually, I wasn’t usually a pirate - and murdering everyone just because they pissed me off wasn’t on my list of fun activities.
Playing through the events that led me to the dusty rock I currently resided, I couldn’t help but kick myself for not getting the rest of my pay before being unceremoniously dumped in the dirt and bantha dung. I shifted uncomfortably on my perch of sweet-smelling hay bales in an attempt to not itch. It was impossible, as I had been settled on the bales since mid-afternoon, and there was hay in places I didn’t even want to think about.
I stared at the door of the single cantina, squashed between a rocky outcropping and the ruins of a Rebel-held base. Most of the regulars had found their way in, but I was more interested in the one that stood out from all the rest of the Imp sympathizers and bantha ranchers; a Mandalorian in full, shining beskar had landed in my neck of the woods, and I wanted to find out why.
If he was looking for me, well. I was going to have a hard time explaining the reasons I stole a slave ship from my boss and then let them loose on a newly-colonized moon on the Outer Rim. It wasn’t a good story, and I didn’t come out of it unscathed, but I did the best for those people with the tools I was given and I wouldn’t do anything to change the fact that I gave them freedom.
My boss didn’t look at it that way, and before I knew it, I was on all the wanted lists in the ruled galaxy. Which is why being on a no-named moon, surrounded by bantha pastures, was the least worst thing that could've happened.
Grumbling under my breath, I wriggled further into my little shelter. The sun was setting behind me, and the light cast an eerie rosy glow on the people closing up their shops for the night. The village was small compared to most, and smaller still for the amount of Stormtroopers and Imperial officials lurking about in groups of three or better. They patrolled the streets after dark in a guise of keeping peace and order, but everyone knew that they were planning something. No one knew what it was, but word had spread from neighboring moons that the Imps were flocking to the area. Nowhere was safe from the Empire’s reach, even when they were defeated and in shambles.
Once the sun went down all the way, the humid, oppressive heat would dissipate, leaving behind a damp chill that would last until the next dawn. Pulling a couple of loose flakes of hay on top of me for warmth, I propped my chin in my hands and waited impatiently for the Mandalorian to show himself again.
Near dawn, not long after many of the bantha ranchers had tramped from the warmth of their beds and to the ramshackle collection of barns and sheds out near the landing field - and thus downwind from the most of the community - the Mandalorian made his appearance.
Broad, square and sturdy, the warrior looked the part of the fearsome legends. His beskar was shiny, with barely a dent to be seen. The cloak he wore, although tattered and full of blaster holes, looked well-made, and the weapons he carried - a Westar-34 and an amban rifle - were clean and in good repair. Without a look back, he strode through the quiet thoroughfare and disappeared down an alley.
Well frag.
Other than just to quench my curiosity, what I wanted more than anything was a ride off this Imp haven. The Mandalorian would have a ship that could take me off-moon, and even if I was his quarry, it was better than rotting amongst the bantha kung. Stiffly vaulting from the stack of hay, I shook the kinks from my joints and sped after the Mandalorian.
Following the same route I saw him take, I trailed the warrior to a set of squat, ovoid huts. He’d disappeared inside, and once more I waited impatiently, but this time in the shadows of a woodshed. From time to time, I touched the amulet hanging from the thin silver chain at the base of my throat, reassuring myself the body-warmed pendant was still there. This Mando wasn’t the first one I’d ever laid eyes on, as my caretaker had been of the Way. He had taught me what he could before he left me, a solid, steady protector fleeing into the night. The thought of him still hurt, but it had been years ago, many parsecs in the past, and it was easier to push down and out of the way of more important emotions.
My nerves ticked upwards when I caught sight of the warrior in the window of the foremost hut. Heart fluttering and stomach in my throat, I took slow, smooth steps farther back into the shed until I was pressed up against a mouldering wood pile. I watched, caged and frozen as the Mandalorian stayed in the frame of the opening for a few more minutes. Head spinning, I released a hiss of a sigh and began to take slow, deep breaths to calm myself. I wasn’t going to do myself any favors by passing out before I could find out where the Mando was headed.
As the minutes dragged on, I continued my deep, even breath until the blanket covering the hut opening twitched and the Mandalorian stepped out. I took a few more breaths, biding my time to make sure he had a head start on me. ------ It was a long ambling walk to the outer reaches of the small farming village. My nose was clogged from the stench of moofs, and I’m pretty sure that was bantha droppings and not mud I’d stepped in a while back, but I kept my pace to a casual walk. From the looks of things, the Mandalorian was headed for the shipyard. Not a surprise, but I figured he’d’ve stayed a little longer. Either way, I was going to get a ride on his ship. Eagerness gnawed at my guts and my legs, but rushing would call attention to me, and I didn't really want to be noticed.
At the last set of farm buildings before the vast openness of the docking ports, I paused to watch a group of younglings chase an aired up moof bladder. There was a skirmish, a pile of small wriggling bodies, and then a shriek of triumph as a tiny Trandoshan Ingling held the dusty bladder above its broad scaly head. It hissed a shrill challenge at its companions, and they all fell about the place giggling and scrabbling for the champion.
I smiled at their innocence, watching for a minute longer as the group split into predetermined teams, and the game began again. Pivoting away from the revelry, I dodged between two outbuildings, bantha barns from the smell of them. Looking over my shoulder one last time, I turned to stroll down the empty alley.
That’s when I ran into the Mandalorian. Or, more correctly, his outstretched arm.
The breath knocked out of me, a bruise blooming across my chest, I lay in the dust with the trash and the dung at the feet of the Mandalorian. Staring up dazedly, I gasped painfully and brought a shaky hand up to rub the grime from my face. My other hand palmed the short dagger tucked into the straps of my cuisses. The plan was to stow away on the ship, but plans changed, and getting clotheslined in a dirty alleyway happened to change those plans for the worse.
“I don’t want to have to kill you,” I finally hissed. My chest felt heavy and my breathing was short as I brought the palmed dagger up to my chest, next to the pendant. “But I will if you ever do that again.”
The helmeted head angled sideways and the Mandalorian took me in. “I am ordered by the Guild to bring you in,” he rasped, tossing a puck onto my stomach. A hologram image smiled goofily back at me, all of my identities, crimes and locations printed plainly underneath.
Raising my head up to look at it, I grimaced and fell back into the dirt. “Frag.”
The neat scroll under my beaming hologram face told anyone who knew how to read that I was a notorious pirate who’d stolen a cargo-full of indentured servants from an innocent merchant to sell on the slave market.
Not completely untrue, but just enough so that it made me angry.
“It’s kinda hard to be a pirate of any sort when I don’t even have a ship, much less one full of supposed indentured servants,” I muttered to no one in particular. “I’ll accept the charges of stealing that ship and rescuing the people on it, but I’m drawing a line at ‘pirate’ and ‘slaver’ and ‘innocent merchant’s indentured servants.’ My boss is anything but blameless, and the servants were innocents tricked into slavery. I couldn’t not help them.”
The Mandalorian grunted solemnly and bumped my shoulder with the steel toe of his boot.
“Alright, alright. I’m getting up,” I replied, deftly sliding the tiny dagger into the sleeve of my tunic before holding my hands up and getting to my knees. The law was not on my side, never had been. But there was a small chance I could talk, or fight, my way out of this. I bowed my head, wishing mightily that I knew a little more about hand-to-hand combat. I’m okay with knives, but when I only had a small dagger to start a fight with, even I knew that I was no match for a fully-geared Mando.
I took a bit longer than necessary, slumped on my knees with my head down, silently assessing the situation at hand. More than likely, my two-timing bantha fodder boss Mihcas put out a bounty. And it wouldn’t surprise me if he’d indicated he’d rather have me dead than alive; I’d freed a bunch of his cargo on a rebel-held moon, completely destroying both of our reputations and saving the lives of a dozen people destined for hard labor on one of the Imperial exo-planets. Half of them had been children, for Force’s sake. It didn’t sit right with me to send a bunch of younglings to their subsequent deaths when their biggest crime was existing. So when I had the chance to make a difference, I took it by the balls and jumped into hyperdrive right across the nose of my boss’s ship. It was reckless, but the scream of rage that came on the radio before I left him behind was priceless.
Any idea I had for escape flew from my head when the Mandalorian picked me up by the neck and shoved me into the mudbrick barn’s wall. My head banged painfully against the reddish yellow stone, and I felt the tiny dagger slip from my sleeve to clatter harmlessly to the ground. The hand crushing my windpipe flexed in irritation, and I found myself lifted off my feet. The newly-risen sun gleamed an angry red off the bounty hunter’s helmet. I couldn’t help but squint as I scrabbled for purchase against the wall, fingertips and knuckles bloodied and raw when I finally brought them around to grasp his wrist.
A blaster appeared suddenly, digging into my ribs, its quiet hum letting me know it was charged and loaded. Not that I could do anything about it. Black spots danced in my vision from the lack of oxygen going to my brain, so it was easy for me to ignore little things like a gun shoved in my belly in favor of more pressing issues. Like not losing consciousness.
“I can bring you in warm, or I can bring you in cold,” the Mandalorian threatened, fingers tightening around my throat.
Opening my mouth, I tried to form words, but my brain had a difficult time remembering even the most basic tasks. The bounty hunter squeezed his fingers one more time before letting go. I landed on my knees, panting open mouthed. It took a moment for me to regain all the proper motor functions, allowing the oxygen stinging my damaged throat to resaturate my bloodstream and sharpen my addled brain. The Mandalorian stood a few feet away from me, left hand resting on his belt buckle while the other held the blaster at his side. He seemed relaxed under all that armor, but the fingers of his left hand tapped an impatient tattoo on his belt.
Sucking in all the air I could before it went out of style, I closed my eyes and concentrated on steadying my racing heart.
Breathe in. Hold. Breathe out.
The Mandalorian cleared his throat.
Right. That.
In a false attempt to stand, I stumbled against the barn wall and fell back to my hands and knees in the dust, landing hard and awkward so’s not to alert him to anything fishy. Like retrieving my knife. It was stealthily tucked into one of the many pockets on the leg of my jumpsuit before I actually tried to stand.
He shifted his weight from one foot to the other. This hunter had less patience than me, which was saying something. Straightening upright, I pushed off the wall one-handed until I was face-to-face with the bounty hunter. I pasted the most innocent grin on my face I could conjure up at the moment, spreading my hands wide in front of me, palms out to show that I harbored no ill-will or weapons.
“I am not the pirate you seek.” I widened my eyes in what I hoped was a trustful look.
“Hands. Now.”
“I guess you did take my breath away, but don’t you think it’s a little soon to walk out in public together?” I teased humorlessly before complying. Hands out, wrists together, don’t make any sudden moves or relax any muscles. “Would it help if I told you my evil twin made me do it?” Not exactly a lie, since half the things I did were under the influence in one form or the other. “I’m by no means innocent of some of the things you're accusing me of, but more than half of that is made up or exaggerated beyond belief.”
The cuffs were roughly locked into place, and I flexed my hands experimentally. They were tight, but not so much so that I’d lose feeling in my hands later. It’s a small thing to be glad that this bounty hunter showed a little kindness with my bonds.
“Move,” the bounty hunter said, jabbing me in the ribs again with the blaster.
The hot, boiling rage that had built up over the last few weeks bubbled up the back of my wounded throat. I swallowed it loudly. “I don��t know where you want me to go.” Not exactly the truth, but he didn’t need to know that.
Sighing heavily, the Mando put a gloved hand on my shoulder, shoving me none too gently in the direction of the docks.
Cursing my luck, I looked blankly at my original destination. “More than one way to skin a womp-rat, I guess,” I muttered under my breath, and began the uphill trek to a ship that would hopefully make good on its promise to get me the frag out of here.
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kyberblade · 1 year ago
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Bring You Back (Din x Reader) - Back To You Halloween AU - Coming Oct. 31st!
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Summary: The Darkside is always a temptation, even at the best of times…. What would happen if you ended up slipping further and further down a dark path? ….A path they couldn’t follow?
An AU one shot for the Back To You Universe.
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helpinghanikan · 1 year ago
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Star Wars: Kinktober 2023
Day 16: Swimming (Din Djarin)
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Din has been hesitant around large bodies of water recently. It hasn’t gotten bad enough to be considered an outright phobia but has been enough that you worry for his safety. Grogu was a kid prone to accidents and dangerous situation; what if one of those situations involves a lake?
That was how you convinced Din to try and learn how to swim properly. Most Mandalorians are taught from a young age to simply avoid the water where they can. All that armor and weapons can only result in sinking like a rock. Even if they were skilled it would be difficult to survive a sudden drop off.
“I can swim,” Din had insisted when you started stripping.
“I believe you; I also believe there is nothing wrong with practice.” You explained, taking his hands, and walking backwards into the water. “We won’t swim for very long, just enough that I know you’re safe.”
It was late in the night when you proposed this. Grogu was passed out in the bed, and the air was warmer than your average planet.
Din didn’t say much after you got completely naked. Taking the hint and doing, mostly, the same. Only his helmet remained when he stripped down. His armor and clothes folded next to yours.
The water was warm but still cool enough you had to get used to it. It created goosebumps over your legs and arms. A good excuse to press close against Din as you walked backward.
You make it about waist deep before issues arise. Although the ground is sand there is still the occasional rock sitting around. One of those rocks finding it’s way into your heel. Digging in and surprising you enough to send you backwards into the water.
Din does his best to catch you, but he doesn’t have the time to stop gravity. Instead you end up taking him with you. Grabbing onto his forearms and landing in the water with a splash that disturbed the peace around the world.
“Are you alright?” Din asks, pushing himself up to keep you from drowning in waist deep water.  
Rarely do you get to see so much of Din. He always wears the armor and clothing. The lights off when you sleep together and a covering over your eyes when you get a kiss. Seeing him entirely naked from the neck down was a real treat.
He was a hair man. On his chest, his arms, and legs there was a fine layer of dark hair. The water pressing his hair close to him. Your hands run over his arms and chest. No thoughts about the swimming lessons you were planning. The only thing you could think of, you cared about, was the body leaning over you.
“I’m okay,” You say, pushing yourself up to kiss his shoulder.
The swimming lesson is completely forgotten about now. Din lets you cover his shoulder and collar bone in kisses. His hands over your chest, squeezing your breasts and relishing in the feeling of your skin without gloves.
“Come here,” You tell him, and he does exactly that.
With a sudden show of strength Din holds around your back. Pulling you up and onto his lap. The water sloshing and splashing as you bounce against him. Laughing out into the open air and relishing in the warmth this man gives.
He penetrates faster than you would have liked. The overwhelmed feeling of your bare body against his own moved things along faster than they would normally. It stretches and burns a bit when his pushes him. Both hands squeezing and massaging your backside as he waits for your permission to continue.
“Din, please.” You say, an arm wrapped around his neck.
The splashing getting louder, more intense, as you start to bounce. His fingers, usually hidden behind harsh gloves, is delicate against your clit. Back and forth he slides over your clit, as if to apologize for how quickly he decided to fuck you.
It was almost enough. The chill of the air on your nipples, the grunting from the man you love, and a never-ending promise to be together no matter what. That was enough.
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penvisions · 11 months ago
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of beskar and kyber {chapter 12}
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Pairing: Din Djarin x Force Sensitive! Reader (the Mandalorian x Force Sensitive! Reader)
Summary: The job Din took to get credits takes a turn for the worse, the crew turning on him in a way that insights your direct involvement. It leads to a heavy conversation between the two of you.
Word Count: 11k (holy crap!)
Warnings: sexual content (!!), dry humping, talk of sexual intimacy, talk of previous sexual experiences, talk of sexual boundaries, description of male and female bodies, orgasm, sexual innuendos, sexual teasing, description of injuries (brief), canon typical violence, fighting, use of blades / knives, description of being stabbed / cut, description of being impaled (!!), tense situations, stalking, san fights(!), unsavory characters
A/N: took a few liberties with episode six, i hope y'all don't mind! a few things were changed in order to accommodate san's presence. i hope y'all like this once, a lot of stuff happens but that seems to be the way these are gonna go as we pick up plotlines from the series! there's a BIG scene that i hope people enjoy, lemme know what you think, pls? i'm so nervous to move the story along in this way but it felt like the right moment for these two
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You were quiet as you boarded the ship, thoughts buzzing into white noise that you couldn’t begin to decipher. This…this was a mess. This was far more complicated than a simple rescue of a man that had been taken by rivals. This was an elongated interaction with people from Din’s past and people who had no respect for him despite knowing nothing of him but stories from a time past.
Realistically, you knew it would be a different dynamic between you both with other people around, with going back to a routine of sorts for Din to collect credits and take jobs. Bound to be a harder living now, in the wake of his separation from the Guild. But the people he had sought out to work with? It was all too nerve-wracking, too risky. Ignoring the fact that one of his past involvements was a part of the crew assigned to the job, the issue that concerned you the most was that Mayfeld had once been Imperial.
He could’ve been one of the people sent after you, could’ve been one of the people informed of your survival, one of the people who could recognize you. And that, paired with the presence of the Child, was too risky for you. Tempting to pull Din aside as ask him to drop you both off somewhere to wait for him to complete this job. But even that could bring more attention to you, and you were frustrated to be in such a plight.
The sounds of Zero up in the control room filtered down into the hold and you shook your head to rid yourself of the dizzying thoughts that were taking over, consuming from the inside out. If the ship was a part of the job, there wouldn’t be any time to ask for alternative surroundings. You would have to deal with whatever was about to transpire head on, whether you were a part of the job directly or not. Your involvement was inevitable. The voices of the people you would have to endure for the next few rotations were a drone from just beyond the ramp.
The droid climbed down the ladder and walked past you without so much as a glance, but you could hear him speak as he descended the ramp toward the group gathered outside as they went over things.
“Despite recent modifications, the ship is still quite a mess.”
A few more moments passed before the group was entering the ship. As soon as you heard steps on the ramp, you quickly climbed the ladder and sealed yourself in your room. Standing before the crate Din had given you, you reached down to unclasp it and began to dig around. The rattling of your painkillers could be heard before your hands closed around the bottle.
“She’s not a part of the crew, she doesn’t need to know any details.” Xi’an’s trilling voice floated up from the hold and seeped through the open door that Din had just walked through.
“Bet she’d be a good lookout, sure put you in your place. Could be an asset if we get bogged down. Not too bad on the eyes either.” The countering voice of Mayfeld sounded before the door hushed shut, drowning out Xi’an’s heated next words. It allowed for their voices to become muffled and when you didn’t look up from where you kneeled in front of the crate a sigh fell from Din.
“Talk to me.”
“I don’t have anything to say right now, other than that this is a bad idea.”
“I didn’t know she was still a part of the crew.” You pulled the bottle from beneath the clothes it had been under, still not looking over toward his armored form close to the door.
“She’s not the problem, not the only one anyway.” You grumbled as you tried to get the cap off the bottle, but your hands were shaking. “He’s Imperial, do you have any idea the kind of danger that puts me in, that puts ad’ika in?”
“He’s some front line soldier, the chances of him knowing about-“
“It doesn’t matter!” You pushed up quickly, turning to face him, pills forgotten. “There’s still a chance!”
“Did you even think this through before you contacted Ran?”
“Of course I did.”
“D-“ You clenched your fists, trying to keep your emotions in check, trying not to say his name aloud should anyone overhear. Pinching the bridge of your nose to stem off the headache that was forming, you decided to be completely honest with him, to tell him that he was being reckless. “Mando, you didn’t. You have a child aboard the ship.”
“And I will protect him at any cost. Protect you at any cost.” He regarded you quietly, taking in the way you slammed the crate closed and began to pace back and forth in the small space. You were wound up, the clasps on the trunk tinkling as they vibrated, his eyes glancing at them and then toward your clenching hands. The energy flowing off of you was palpable and for a second, he was in awe of the natural way you manipulate it without even thinking. You had forgone hiding your powers in favor of giving Xi’an the same treatment she had treated you with, it had been rather telling of your emotions to push back against her so easily. “I didn’t know they’d need the ship.”
“I-I don’t like this. It’s too much of a risk.”
“I understand that you’re afraid-“
“Of course I’m afraid! My entire fucking life has been thrown off by the Empire and one of the people who served for them is aboard the ship!”
The errant items around the room were floating in the air with the energy from your emotions. You didn’t even notice you had been causing it until Din stepped closer to you and reached out for you. You glared at him and before you could say anything, he was gripping your face in his gloved hands and stooping in low to peer directly at you. The visor so close that you could see the reflection of your panicked eyes staring back at you. You looked so scared, face contorted in a concerning display.
“Please calm down, mesh’la.”
“You should’ve told me, before you contacted Ran.”
“I should’ve, I wasn’t- I didn’t think.”
“I know it’s not my place, but-“
“You deserve a say, you have a say. I will heed anything you have concerns about.”
“Where are we going?”
The pause he took told you enough about the matter. You weren’t going to like it; with the way he was hesitant to inform you was all the answer you needed. His arms wrapped around your shoulders, gloves brushing the braid your hair was up in and pinned around the back of your head.
“A New Republic prison transport ship.”
“They have you breaking into a prison ship to free an inmate? Okay, that’s- Okay…do you want me to stay on the Crest or do you want me-“
“I don’t want you to do anything unless you want to do it. It’s up to you, mesh’la.” You guided his hands from around your body, gripping them tight with your own. With a questioning glint in your eye, you removed his gloves and tucked them into his utility belt. His hands rose to cup your face once again, eyelashes fluttering at the bare feel of them. His thumbs brushed your cheeks in a soothing motion.
“I would feel better being with you, I don’t trust them. And that’s not to say I don’t have faith in you, but…”
“I understand, I have faith in you too. I would like it if you were aboard the ship with ad’ika, but it won’t be taking off unless you and I are both back on board.”
“I…will stay, but you contact me the second anything goes awry. Promise me, please?”
“I swear to you.” He watched as you brought his hands up and pressed a gentle kiss to the skin of his knuckles. The modulator in his helmet crackled, the sound bringing a smile to your face as it revealed something about him. That he liked your touch on him, the affection you were giving him.
The visor stayed focused on you, but you were sure his eyes were traveling back and forth between your lips on his skin and shine of your eyes as they glinted with a promise.
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Metal doors slamming open had you following right on Din’s feet, down the ladder and into the hold.
Burg was standing in front of the cabinet where Din kept most of his weaponry and supplies. It was right outside of his quarters, and your eyes trained on the control pad for it, checking that the lock was still engaged.
It had been an brief conversation that ad’ika would be kept away from the people aboard the ship. A worry about Xi’an and her knives along with concern about him getting overwhelmed and exposing his own powers. You could hold your own, should they decide to try and test you. Though the idling fear of them talking about the exchange between you and Xi’an was a low thrumming in the back of your mind.
With a press to his vambrace, the cabinet swiftly closed before the Devaronian could get his hands on anything. Mayfeld and Xi’an both looked over from where they were seated around the makeshift table as you stepped off the last rung of the ladder and stood beside the imposing figure of Din.
Burg huffed, a frustrated sound coming from low in his chest. He turned around to stand over Din, trying to intimidate him once again. As his hand flew out to mess with the controls closest to him, the one leading to the closed off quarters, you and Din both stepped forward, you move in front of the door, behind the tall man. At the contact of Din restraining Burg from moving any further, Mayfeld decided to jump in with repeated utterances of ‘hey and okay’.
“I get it. I’m a little particular about my personal space, too.” As he spoke, Din sidled around Burg, urging him away from the door. You stood your ground as Din stood beside you once again. “So let’s just do this job. We get in, we get out, and you don’t have to see our faces anymore.”
“Someone tell me why we even need a Mandalorian and his little shadow.” Burg rumbled as he stared you both down, unwavering in his direct contact.
“Well, apparently they’re the greatest warriors in the galaxy.” Mayfeld leaned back a little, raising his arms out. “So they say.”
“Then why are they all dead?”
You bristled internally at the hurled comment, the hairs on the back of your neck prickling up as you felt energy wash over you. The ill-mannered attitude and crack of a ‘joke’ sitting like lead in your stomach and heart. Too many of Din’s kind were gone, mostly wiped out. Those that prevailed, did so with such a vibrance for their way of life and continuation of religion and culture. While you may not be Mandalorian yourself, you had been rescued and cared for one in your darkest hour and for years after. Endless respect and admiration for your guardian and Din beside you stirring the need to protect.
You were about to take a step forward when you felt Din brush his hand against one of your own. Xi’an took notice of the small movement event as she laughed along with the guys and continued to balance the point of a knife on her outstretched hand. A hard tint to her eyes that hadn’t been there before.
“Well, you flew with him, Xi’an.” Mayfeld rolled his head to look over at her across the makeshift table they were both seated at. Clear, now, of your metal working tools and the armor you had been working on before anyone had boarded. “Is he as good as they say?”
“Ask him about the job on Alzoc III,” She turned her focus back onto the blade, ignoring the way you were standing guard over the doors still, how close you were to the armored man in question.
“I did what I had to.”
“Oh, but you liked it.” She spun the knife around to grip the handle, pointing a finger toward him from across the space, her voice hinting at something more. With a telling smile that allowed a glimpse of her sharp canines, her eyes flitted from his visor to you behind him and back. “See, I know who you really are.”
Her words were for you, though her eyes never left his figure. Taunting,
“He never takes off the helmet?”
“This is the way.” She mocked in a low timbre, bringing a closed fist to the front of her chest.
“I wonder what you look like under there.” Mayfeld pinned him with a look, something behind his eyes you weren’t too fond of. “Maybe he’s a Gungan.”
“You ever seen his face?”
Xi’an gasped, the sound drawn out and breathy as she caressed one of her lekku with a gentle hand.
“A lady never tells.”
She had to be lying, he wouldn’t have removed it for her. He wouldn’t remove it for anything, it was his sworn Creed. And yet, doubt painted your thoughts in a dark swath. Jealousy lit up ugly inside of you, making you question the tentative stepping stones you’ve already waded on. Made you feel inadequate in the face of seeking him out in such a way. Though he had done nothing to prompt the feelings himself, it was all based on her and her reactions. The intimidation you felt from her garnering negative emotions in the wake of rediscovering yourself and your own notions of things taken from your life and tainted in the worst way.
“What about you, surely you’ve been privy to it?” Mayfeld’s eyes found your own, a smirk pulling at his lips. You narrowed your eyes at him, not willing to play into his teasing with so much as a shake of your head. It was none of his business, none of anyone’s business but Din’s. The lack of respect they had for his way of life, his religion, his Creed was sickening. Their collected ignorance a telling sign that they didn’t care about anything that didn’t directly serve them. Then the insinuation of intimacy and the breaching of personal boundaries had your shoulders knotting tight, fingers tapping against your thigh.
“Aw, c’mon, Mando. We all gotta trust each other here. She trusts you, for whatever reason, what’d you have to do to gain that?”
“Do not incite her, in any matter.” The modulator crackled with the force of his words, as if they were being spoken in that dark voice through clenched teeth. You let him take the figurative step of telling them to control themselves, having worked with at least one member of their little quartet before. He knew better than you, what type of people Ran employed and kept in his company.
“You gotta show us something. Come on. Just lift the helmet up.”
Burg loomed closer, form so large in the space of the hold.
“C’mon, let us all see your eyes.”
At a small nod from Mayfeld, Burg reached out a hand with a confidence.
Din immediately slammed a hand over his wrist and pulled him forward, using the loss of the man’s momentum to shove him away. You stepped back, trying to stay out of the way. Burg quickly gathered his bearings and lunged, only to be kicked back into the small alcove beside the quarters. Trying to catch himself from falling on his back, Burg’s hands shot out and gripped the wall, fingers dragging over the controls for the door. They flew open behind you to reveal ad’ika standing atop the cot, face contorted and nervous.
He looked from you to Din, sounds falling from him that made no sense. Reaching out mentally, you tried to sooth him, to let him know everything was okay.
But everyone’s attention was on him, and it made him freeze in his spot.
“What is that?” Mayfeld wondered, unbridled excitement coloring his tone as he stood from his seat and began to move closer. You moved to block his view into the quarters, blocking ad’ika from the lingering stares as you felt panic wave off of his small form. One of his small hands reached out for you, and you felt your heart skip a beat.
Din didn’t move as Mayfeld walked past him, Xi’an rising from her seat behind him and following.
“You get lonely up here, buddy?” Mayfeld approached, peering over your shoulder with an intensity that unnerved you.
“What a minute, did you two make that?” He turned to Xi’an, close on his heels. Her curiosity getting the better of her in the moment.
“Don’t.” You said, reaching out a hand to keep him a few paces away.
“What is it? Like a pet or something?” He pestered, waving his hand up and around, watching the way large eyes followed the movement over your shoulder.
“Yeah, something like that.” Din finally spoke, though it wasn’t what you expected. He was trying to play this off, like it wasn’t a secret that had been unearthed. Hoping that the initial reaction would wane into one of indifference.
“No? Okay, what about you, is that thing yours?” Mayfeld’s eyes roved up and down your body, lingering in places they shouldn’t. “Bet it was a hell of a good time, making something like that. I wouldn’t mind a partner as submissive as you seem to be for him.”
“Watch it.” You growled, words forcing their way through clenched teeth. You could hear the crinkling of leather as Din did his best to keep his hands to himself, willing you to deal with the unsavory attention lest the entire job blow up. You closed your hand, feeling the energy around you and manipulating it, Mayfeld gasped as the air in his lungs was suddenly gone. He stopped trying to get ad’ikas attention and clawed at his throat. His face reddened as he struggled to breath but at a nod from Din you ceased the action.
“Didn’t take you for the type.” Xi’an moved into his personal space, face only a few inches from the front of his helmet. As if she wanted to touch him, her hands twitched at her sides. “Maybe that code of yours has made you soft.”
Quickly gathering breath back into his lungs, Mayfeld didn’t drop the teasing, though it was less direct.
“Me, I wasn’t ever really into pets. Didn’t have the temperament. But I’m thinking, maybe, I’ll try again with this little fella. Take him off your hands and babysit.” He tried to get around you, but you flung him back, his feet sliding across the durasteel flooring.
“Do not touch him,” Your entire body was alight with the instincts to protect, to hurt those invading personal space and boundaries time and time again in such a short window.
Zero’s voice broke the tension with the announcement of dropping out of hyperspace.
The ship lurched, jostling everyone with how rough it was.
The ship careened, gravity shifting from underneath you. Your stomach was in your throat, and you were reaching for the small being tossed from the cot. Your fingers just grazed the edges of his tunic as he flew past you. Your back knocked into the door frame, but you kept as quiet as you could, not wanting to draw any more attention to yourself. The Child cried as he landed harshly on the floor, right where Din had been thrown to his knees, barely able to catch himself from flattening completely.
As the ship landed and docked onto the top of the transport ship, stable for the time being, Din carefully cradled ad’ika in his arms and pressed him into your own. You curled your arms around him, sitting atop the cot and murmured soft words to him as he clung to you.
“That useless droid didn’t even give us a proper countdown.” Xi’an hissed as she straightened up herself, having been tossed over the makeshift table and across the hold.
“Alright, Mando, we’ve got a job to do.”
He stepped away from you, his visor lingering on you before he turned to face the watching group. As he did so, he pressed something along his vambrace, controlling the bottom panel of the ship and it opened up to reveal an entrance aboard the ship below. He connected a device to the seal of the entrance, the small screen blinking red in rapid succession. You watched as everyone exchanged looks, communicating something you weren’t privy to as they collected around him and peered down.
As soon as the device displayed a green screen, the entrance unlocked and opened with a hiss.
Disengaging the device, Din gathered up the cable and stepped aside.
“It’s me?” Mayfeld asked, looking around at the faces trained on him.
“Always you.” Burg announced, as if leading the job wasn’t something Mayfeld was quite used to. Didn’t know that it was his responsibility to lead in ways other than with his words. He lowered himself to the ground and took a cautionary glance into the space below. Deeming it clear, he braced his arms along something and dipped out of sight. Xi’an and Burg followed after him.
Din’s figure paused as he stood around the entrance, looking over to you for a moment. You were already watching him. You stood, closing the distance, adi’ka held close to your chest. Leaning up, you pressed your forehead to the front of the helmet in what was quickly becoming your greeting and farewell with the man.
“Keep in contact,” You spoke quietly, not wanting the others to overhear you despite them no longer being in the same space. He nodded once, before he jumped and disappeared through the opening.
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Beeping sounded from your vambrace, alerting you of an incoming call. You quickly pressed the button to allow the audio transmission to filter through. You had been trying to distract yourself by working on the chainmail, something repetitive enough to keep your mind occupied while you waited for Din’s return or a communication from him.
“Sarad, I’m locked in a cell. They’re coming back to the ship.” A heavy sigh separated his announcement from the orders he gave next. “Take out the droid and put the ship on manual lockdown, make the settings ask for either your chain code or mine to operate. We have fifteen minutes until the Republic Army descends.”
You left all of your supplies and materials out in the open on the table and quickly checked on adi’ka, making sure he was secure in Din’s small room. You handed him a snack, hoping he would sleep with a full stomach and through whatever was about to transpire. Making your way up to the cockpit, you could hear Zero talking to the others.
“You have a potential problem. He has escaped.” Zero was announcing over the comm line as you silently entered the control room. You raised your saber in your hand, blade not yet engaged. You brought it down swiftly, bringing it to life and beheading the droid in a smooth motion. His voice box tittered and the entirety of his body sparked before he fell to the floor of the room.
You set the ship according to Din’s instructions and jumped down through the open space in the hold before you could catch your breath.
The lights were flickering, power being shut off and you could hear corridor walls slamming shut. The lights kicked back on, bathing the entire ship in eerie red hues. Closing your eyes, you focused on the situation at hand, centering your self before you began to move about the foreign ship.
As soon as you found an access point, you connected your vambrace to the source. You searched the stored files for a layout of the ship and downloaded the display. Holding it up, you began to run down the hallways, leading you toward where you could feel the presence of Din.
You comm sparked to life as soon as you rounded a corner.
“Xi’an is two turns away from you, mesh’la.”
“Copy that.”
You stayed one hallway behind her, keeping tabs on her and the path she was winding around the ship. A silent stalker she had yet to sense was just around the corner. You could only hope she would lead you toward Din, the hallways closed off every so often, creating a labyrinth. As she moved about, more would hiss shut behind or in front of her, as if guiding her toward her assailant in an unnerving way.
She suddenly stopped, turning and throwing three knives down the hallway you were just hovering on the edge of. Looking at the map displayed from your vambrace, you turned and decided to get ahead of her and take her down. Just as you heard her steps approaching your position, she whirled around and began flinging knives out. Din was an intimidating figure on the other end of the hall, she was trapped between the two of you. She tried to stave you both off, but it was clear she was better at throwing than direct defense.
Metal clanged as knives bounced off of Din’s armor, but one landed into the unprotected part of his shoulder, and he stumbled back. She advanced quickly, and they found themselves in a stalemate, his own knife held under her chin and one of hers at his inner thigh. She caught sight of you in the corner of her eye and with a smirk she plunged it deep into his leg. He shouted out in pain, leg weakening as blood discolored his trousers. She pushed off of him and charged at you, but you engaged your saber and rushed toward her.
She flung two knives at you, but you easily cut them in half and they fell to the floor.
“You think you’re so much better than me?” She snarled as she managed to swipe the back of your hand, saber slicing into her shoulder. She jumped back, trying to get some distance but you advanced, blade humming ominously. She hollered loudly, glancing away for the barest second back at where Din was kneeling on the ground and trying to shake the feeling back into his leg. “That he’s going to stay with you but he’s going to run, he’s going to run from you just like he did with me.”
“You’re nothing!” You didn’t bother rising to her taunts as you swopped the glowing blade low, jolting her back to avoid her ankles getting singed. But you had grazed her, the leather of her boots singed with a line that was smoldering. While her focus was down, she braced herself and her knees bent.
“You kriffing bitch!”
“Shut. Up.” You punctuated your words with swiped of the glowing blade to cut her belt from her. You kicked it away, standing unnervingly close to her and peering over at her with a glare. The pulsing energy from the saber lighting up your eyes to show her that you were so far beyond reasoning with. She lunged at your legs with a screech, but you flicked out a hand and she flew back a few yards.
She struggled but once her balance was her own, she was back up on her feet and jolted forward. The blade hummed as you moved against her, the singing of her shoulder pulling a guttural noise from deep in her chest and she ducked before crashing her body into your legs, causing you both to tumble to the ground in a tangle of limbs. The handle of your weapon flying out of your hand and clattering into the wall. The blade disengaged, but not before it cut a swipe into the metal.
Your back hit the floor hard, knocking the breath out of your lungs and you gasped. Vision blurring but you reached out and gripped the back of the headwear she wore. Jerking her back, you flipped to pin her face down. She groaned out, body sore from the rough motion. Her breath catching in her throat when you realized you had made good on your threat, back on the space station. One of her knives was gripped tight in your hand, held beneath her chin, blade chilling her skin where it pressed.
She used the hand that wasn’t pinned underneath her body to dig her fingers into the cut at your thigh, pulling a strangled grunt. You leaned back on your heels, trying to move far enough back that her hand fell away from you, bloodied and dripping. You panted as she twisted underneath you and shoved at your shoulders. Just as your back hit the ground a second time and she hovered over you, her legs pinning you down harshly. Crying out at the sting of a blade embedded in your shoulder. She forced it with both of her hands, digging it impossibly deep into the muscle.
You heard Din call out, could see him try to close the space between your two scrambling forms and his own.
Your other hand shot out, reaching out and the saber handle zoomed across the floor toward you. Past Din who was splashed red with dark blood.
Xi’an screeched at you as she tried to get a hold on your hair to slam your head into the ground.
But the second it was in your grip, you engaged it.
Everything fell silent save for the humming of it.
Errant blood escaping from the puncture bubbled and fizzled, rank smelling steam bursting into the air between you both. Her body fell limp above you, her middle catching on the hilt of the blade and she hung only slightly above you, unconscious. Shoving her from you and powering the weapon down, you scrambled up to your feet. You looked over her toward Din, seeing him holding a wide hand hard against his leg.
“Is she…?”
“No, I didn’t hit any major organs. She’ll need medical attention soon though, to avoid going comatose.”
“You need medical attention too, that’s a lot of blood.” You looked up from the splatter of it on the floor, up the expanse of his leg where it stained his trousers, to the dark visor of the helmet. Ripping the bottom of his cape off, you fastened it into a tourniquet around his thigh. He grunted as you tightened the knot around his muscle, wanting to ensure he didn’t bleed out.
He told you of his plan to leave them here, lock them in an empty cell to be found by those coming to the ships call for aid in the face of danger. To be caught and held responsible for their crimes.
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“Qin” Din’s voice boomed across the hallway, the suddenness of him speaking since falling silent while set to the task of gathering the others into the very cell they had locked him inside. He motioned for you to stay back as he rounded a corner, his ripped cape swirling behind him as he calmly approached the man whose rescue this was all about.
“You killed the others.”
“They got what they deserved.”
The sound of an upset snarl was followed by the clicking of two blasters being drawn. Your heart stuttered, but you knew that Din had the situation under control.
“You kill me, you don’t get your money. Whatever Ran promised, I’ll make sure you get it, and more.” An argument of the most logical approach, knowing that he was overpowered and at a disadvantage. “Come on, Mando. Be reasonable.”
The clunk of a blaster being tossed to the floor calmed you a bit, your nerves loosening as you realized this was going to go easier than expected. Seems like the man knew all too well the capabilities Din possessed, perhaps someone else he had worked with in the past and didn’t want to be on the receiving end of his wrath. Reading the room and how upset he must be with how things turned out, with how quickly they had fallen into chaos.
“You were hired to do a job, right? So do it. Isn’t that your code? Aren’t you a man of honor?”
Unnerving laughter filled the air, making the hair on the back of your neck rise up.
But Din remained silent, unwavering, intimidating in his lack of engagement. You had experienced it firsthand, and it was easy to give into the stoic figure he made in his armor, the black stare of the visor as his helmet trained your every move.
“Board.” Was all he said, a hand signaling you to fall into step behind him.
“You’ve got yourself a little shadow, now that’s something new.” The twi’lek commented before he began to climb the ladder up into the Crest.
“Don’t engage with her, she took down Xi’an and she won’t hesitate to do the same with you.” An impressed sound hummed from him as he settled at the makeshift table. Eyes moving about the space to take in the environment, sus out any hidden threats or people lingering from the crew that had been assembled to come to his rescue. As comfortable as he could manage, he ignored Din’s warning and spoke directly to you the second the man was out of earshot, having moved up into the cockpit to get the ship in motion.
“What’s a pretty little thing doing with a big bad man like Mando?” He smirked at you, eyes roving over your figure in a way that made your skin crawl.
At your silence and scrutinizing gaze, he looked you over. From the ripped fabric of your trousers to the braid of your hair, over the entire length of your body. You didn’t show the discomfort at his roaming eyes, simply taking it in stride. Knowing that if he were to try anything, you wouldn’t be reprimanded for retaliation.
“You know, I never expected Mando to be so free with his space. My sister tried for years to get him to let her stay aboard this hunk of junk he calls a ship. Always met on his terms, never giving anything more than he was willing to, even if she pushed.”
“But you, you’re different. I can sense it. I see things he has no relation to scattered around the ship. Your mark on his space, it means a great deal whether you realize it or not. But he’s a selfish man, and he’ll make that known to you sooner or later.”
You didn’t engage, only spared a glance over at him when you readied yourself a serving of the tea given to you by the clinic. The painkillers they provided you with had been doing a good job of staving off the cramping in your middle, but nausea and a gnawing feeling in your stomach prevailed.
You turned to face him, stilling as you took in the defeated air about him. He had his freedom, he had his life back after having been caught, but he didn’t look happy. He lacked something that didn’t light his eyes through all the way, and you felt bad for him. He may not be the best person, but you could see that something was missing and he felt the space whatever it was left in its wake. He was watching you, his eyes trained on the way you picked him apart at the very seams. Calculating how he displays himself versus the things you see in him that he does not.
He shifts in his seat, anxiety at your scrutiny given voice.
“I’m selfish too.” You said before ascending the ladder and leaving the man alone with his thoughts.
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“You keep that little shadow of yours close, no tellin’ the attention she’s garnered from being at your side.” Ran chimed after Din, aiming the thinly veiled threat at the man’s back. Turning to face down the ramp, hand hovering over the panel that controlled it, Din took notice of how the man was gazing up toward the windows of the control room. A glint to them that unsettled him, like you were something to own and control, to be used to get back at him.
He was silent as he boarded the ship once again, guiding it into flight immediately. Ships beamed in from hyperspace around you, focus on the space station none the wiser behind the Crest.
“Hey, I have a question.” You announced, securely seated behind the man as he directed the ship into hyperspace. The controls beeping and toggles switching underneath Din’s hands as he controlled the ship and set a course. He made a low hum, to let you know that he heard you and was waiting for your next words.
“What do you want me to call you around other people?”
“Mando is fine.”
“That makes me uncomfortable. It’s informal, it’s on the cusp of an insult, to associate you only with what you’re known as. You’re much more than that.”
“I don’t see it that way, so you don’t have to worry about me taking it that way.” He was quiet for a beat, chair turning back around as you walked up beside him. Emotions flitted across your face and you frowned when he turned back toward the control panel. You watched as he punched in coordinates from within his mind, a system of planets further out from the mid rim popping up on the screen. His fingers hovered as he slowly panned across the options displayed in front of him, thoughtful. “What did you call Akiz?”
“Cabur, kebiin, nuhunla jag.” You reached for his shoulder, palm going over the pauldron in a caressing motion. Thoughts and memories pulling you back into the past.
Protector, blue, funny man.
“And what did he call you?”
“Kih goran. Mir’sheb. Ner kar’ta.”
Little blacksmith. Smartass. My heart.
“I’ll respond to whatever you choose to call me, mesh’la.”
“Why…um, why…do you call me that?”
“Because you are.”
His visor turned to you, and you felt a pull toward him but took a step back instead. Overwhelmed by the honesty in his voice, the sincerity with which he shared his reasoning with you.
“O-oh, okay.” You could feel heat rising up the column of your neck, surely visible to the man seated in front of you. A way for him to know that his words had an effect on you.
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“She was a youthful indiscretion.” He broached the silence of you tending to the cuts he sustained. The one on his thigh had been quickly tied off but now needed proper attention. He had removed the armor fastened about his legs while he waited for you to change and return to the hold. His boots were inside his quarters, not wanting them to get jostled about in the open space of the hold. He wasn’t sure where ad’ika had gone to, but nothing was clanging nor was he making noises like he needed something. He may have followed you up to your room, curious as to what you stored in there along with the pull of your larger cot with softer blankets.
“I believe…that she was once something you wanted so you sought it out.” Your attention was focused on the contents of the first aid kit Din typically kept inside the weapons locker. It was laid out on the floor beside you, some wrappings already torn into and pressed to your own injuries.
“But, seeing how she is and everything insinuated, it was all fast and rough and passionate. And whether the attraction deteriorated over time and taken over by disdain, there was feeling there.”
He was quiet as he watched the way you carefully wiped the wound free of blood splatter that had stained the skin. Gentle fingers applying bacta cream to the wound, trying not to irritate it, before wrapping gauze around the diameter of his thigh. Cutting off the roll and knotting the end of it to keep it secure but not too uncomfortable or damaging, your hands stilled on him.
“There was, it was fleeting. More about the…familiarity we had with each other than anything beyond general attraction.”
“But you sought her out, time and time again.”
“Only while working with the group, the second I left, I ceased it all.”
“But it was, wasn’t it? Rough and about power, to see who could overpower the other and take pride in the ability to bring each other down in such a way.” That was what had bothered you so much about seeing them interact with each other. The way she tried to overpower him, the way that he let her attempt to with no reaction. Knowing that if he were to show a reaction, even small as one could be, it would be like giving her the satisfaction of knowing that she had succeeded in getting under his skin.
“That…was a big part of it, yes.” He admitted, after a few bated breaths.
“I may never be able to give that to you, that type of dynamic.” You admitted softly, feeling self-conscious for the umpteenth time since first stepping aboard that lone space station. Din’s past lying in wait to take you both off guard in the most unexpected of ways.
“I’m not asking that of you.”
“But you liked it, obviously. It was intense enough for her to linger on the interactions, to feel cheated by your disappearance.” You worried your bottom lip between your teeth, contemplating the route of the conversation. Trying to hold your emotions in check, your own inner turmoil at the subject matter in order to show him and yourself that it was normal to talk about these things, to discuss these things with those you wanted to be with.
“San, please look at me.”
“Din, you-I may not ever be able to be that willing, to give over control completely.”
“I’m not asking to take control; I’m not asking anything of you. It’s- that’s not what I’m-I’ve changed. This, what we’re doing- It’s all on your terms, your comfortability, your willingness. Whatever you want to give me will be enough, even if it’s nothing at all.”
“You-you would really be okay if I were to not want to explore that with you?”
“Y-yes, mesh’la, of course.” He stuttered as you stood up from where you were kneeling by his feet, where you had lowered yourself to tend to his injuries. Not breaking your focus from the helmet tilted down at you, something in your eyes he hadn’t seen before. His visor was trained on you as you stepped into the space between his thighs, hands resting atop his shoulders, fingers spreading along the cowl that covered his neck. Words seemed to flee him as he could only sit there and feel you untangle the fabric from around his body, folding it carefully and setting it on the makeshift table off to the side.
You paused, bottom lip between teeth as you thought something over. You felt like you were out of your element, unprepared for the yearning and heat that had suddenly taken over. Filling the space between every nerve and nestling right behind your ribs with a weight you were sure you couldn’t shake even if the desire to do so crossed your mind. Looking over at him, right into the dark line of his visor, you leaned in and whispered to him.
“But what if I wanted to?”
The weight of your words hung in the silence between your bodies.
“Th-then we would go at your pace, as I said before.”
His hands remained balled at his sides as you began to unclasp the securing mechanism on his cuirass. As soon as the first one was undone, one of his reached up to hold the panel of armor in place. Your hands focused on removing the back panel he wore when the second clasp over his opposing shoulder was loosened. With a soft reverence, you set the panel down atop his cowl, to avoid it potentially scratching on the material of the crate. Hands trailing over the one he held to his chest, you took the weight of the cuirass from him and stacked it atop the other.
Before he could lower his hands back to his sides, you loosened elastic bands that held the armor plates over his forearms. Slipping them over his hands, and then removing his gloves with the same focused attention. You fiddled with his hands for a second, tangling your fingers with his own, the contact sparking heat as you recalled how efficient he had been fighting with Xi’an, with stalking and intimidating Mayfeld, the tense conversation with Qin. The hands so softly brushing against your own were capable of so much, of such strong and powerful things. And yet, they yielded so easily to your own, he allowed you to touch him, to disrobe him, to see him. Your heart stuttered in your chest.
The padding he wore underneath was warm from the heat of his body, the velcro snicking loudly in the quiet of the hold. The sound sparking warmth low in your middle, the fact that he was letting you disrobe him of his armor, an intimate thing for someone of his beliefs, was not lost on you. You guided his hands to your body, resting them on the flare of your hips. His hands curled around them, holding to where you let him touch. Fingers digging into the material of your trousers and the belt loops around your waist.
The pair of pauldrons were the next to be carefully removed. You stepped closer into his space, his legs spreading to accommodate you and you felt the sparks reach up into your sternum. A stuttering gasp fell from your lips when you felt the twitch of him where the front of your thighs pressed into the inner most part of his own.
“S-sorry.”
You leaned down, hands hooking over the broadness of his shoulders. Running the tip of your nose along the exposed skin of his throat, down to where it connected with his collarbone. Placing a chaste kiss there, you let your lips brush against him softly as you spoke.
“It’s okay, I want to feel you.” He twitched again and the sparks bloomed into a simmering heat. “If you’d let me.”
Whatever answer he was about to speak died in his throat as you reached for his belt, the buckle clinking and effectively shutting his thoughts down. Loosening the belt, you untucked the long sleeve he had on, exposing his toned upper body. His shoulders and chest were broad even without the protection of his prized armor. The cut from one of Xi’an’s knives was red and irritated, you were thankful she didn’t douse them in anything before hurling them. The skin around it was splattered with a bit of dried blood and you reached for the cloth once again to wipe it away.
Chest adorned with dark hair that you ran a hand over in a petting motion. He twitched against your upper thigh, and you looked down to see the outline of him through the fabric. Feeling the way he was practically throbbing at your attention, you reached a hand down and were about to caress him when one of his hands stopped you.
“Don’t want you feeling like you have to, just because of what happened. Or to…prove something.”
You shook your head, letting him know that’s not what was fueling your attention. Hands resting firmly on his chest, bare skin on bare skin you looked right into the visor.
“I want to. I-I may have been thinking about it the past few days. But seeing how quickly things can fall apart, I want to know you in this way, to show you that I care about you in this way.”
He nodded once, listening to you, believing the earnest words you spoke to him. You reached down to rid yourself of the tank top that was stained with your own blood. The fabric hushing as it moved over the bacta patch in your shoulder. As soon as the clothing was added to the pile of his armor, his hands were on you, pulling you tight to him. You gasped at the press of your nearly naked front to his, heat simmering into something almost overwhelming, nerves lighting up.
He surged up, arms holding you to him underneath your thighs. Tightening your arms around his neck, and your legs around his middle, he made sure you were secure before he walked you over to his quarters.
“Is he-“
“He’s in my room, wanted to see the lights through the small window.”
“Good,” He rumbled as he gently laid you down atop the cot, taking in the way you looked in just your bandeau wrapping and sleep shorts. Soft, tan skin on display for him. The dark smattering of his chest hair, the hair that trailed below his belly button and down beneath the band of his underwear. His hips bones visible, his stomach a little soft, his muscles strong and defined. It made you feel honored that he would share his body with you, allow you to see him in his purest form.
You reached for him, tugging him into the space between your legs by the belt loops of his trousers, knees dangling over the edge of the cot.
“Not everything.” You whispered, tone lifting at the end in a hesitant question. Self-conscious of the bleeding that had been slowing, body still adjusting to a natural rhythm of hormonal changes after so long. Afraid of moving too fast, of being too much, of not being enough. Wanting him despite the trepidation of this being the first time you were sharing yourself with a man in this way, given the choice to.
His fingers deftly worked the buttons and shimmied the clothing down his legs, revealing the toned muscles that had only been glimpsed at through the cut in them. He was beautiful, a pillar of strength and skill, the build of him telling of his training and lifestyle. The bulge of him against the black fabric of his boxer briefs was obvious and your eyes stayed trained on it. He looked so big and you wanted to feel him against you. Kicking your shorts from where you had removed them from your hips, you pulled him down onto the cot.
His visor was aimed at the damp spot darkening the light fabric of your underwear.
“Mesh’la-“
He groaned, words drowned out by the sound as you hooked your legs around his waist and ground up into him. His hands supported himself on either side of you, hovering over you in the small space, as his body folded over you.
He rutted against you, body taking over as the heat of you so close was all he could feel paired with the softness of your skin. The dim lights in the personal quarters bathing you in an ethereal glow. You keened as the heft of him moved against you, the hardness between his legs making desperation form low in your middle. You gasped, head tossing back with his slow movements, legs tightening around his waist.
He groaned, a deep, gravelly sound that shot straight down to your core. Slick seeped into the fabric of your underwear, and your hands shot out to hold him tight to ground yourself. The action pushed your chest together, breasts jiggling with his motions as the thin fabric of your bandeau did nothing to hide the perk nipples that shown through.
The tip of his cock caught on the hood of your cunt, the pressure spinning your head despite the thin layers that separated you. The feeling of him hot and hard against your aching clit pulled a throaty grunt from you, fingers curling into the muscles of his arms, nails digging into his skin. The front of his helmet thudded against your forehead, drawing your eyes to the visor so close. You wish you could see into it, through it, the way his eyes had to be blown out. You wondered what color they were, not for the first time, and you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth as pleasure tingled all over.
“Good, mesh’la,” He panted, modulator crackling with his heavy breaths. Your hips bucked as he ground into you, body spurred on by the need to feel him even closer. But not yet, it would be too much too soon. One of his hands hovered over your chest, fingers reaching but pausing as if he was unsure if he was allowed to touch. “You feel so good.”
“Please touch me,” You arched your back, pushing your chest up to where his hand hovered. When his palm cupped one of your breasts, a moan tore from your throat at the sensation. Your hips lifted instinctively, seeking him out for more more more. You breath quickened as your stomach pulled taut, so close to the edge. It was overwhelming in the best way, the pleasure sparking steadily between the feeling of him rutting between your legs, the way his thumb brushed over your nipple as he palmed your breast. He was everywhere.
“Din, please,” Your eyes watered, the sensations all consuming. He pressed closer to you, hips undulating as he chased his own pleasure. He stilled his hips and ground against you, nudging that little bundle of nerves just right. Muscled tightening, back arching, legs caging him in as close as possible, you tried to tell him, let him know how good he felt when your release washed over your senses like hot water.
The keening sound that fell from your lips trailed off into a whimper as he thrusted against your slick covered underwear, guiding you through your orgasm. His hand at your chest flew to support himself once again, not able to keep up as his own release began to bear down on him. Once, twice, three more times before you could feel the hot, thick spurts of his own release as it collected at the front of his own underwear where he was pressed against you. Moaning your name, long and low, it would simmer in your mind for days.
He panted against you, chests bumping as you breathed heavily and looked up at him with blissed out eyes and an expression so soft that his heart skipped a beat where it thudded against his ribcage.
Gasping as he lifted his hips away from where they pressed against you, little aftershocks of pleasure rippled over your body. Hands reaching, you pulled the ruined underwear from around your hips and shimmied them off. Din’s helmet immediately turned as he didn’t want to overstep eliciting a soft laugh from you as he took the fabric you shoved against his hand dangling at his side as he stood.
When he went to step away, your expression fell. He must’ve sensed the shift in the air, the hesitancy and nervousness for his departure so soon after such an intimate moment.
“Just gonna go clean up, get you something to change into. Please don’t worry, mesh’la.”
Moments later, he returned to the dark quarters. You had pulled the covers back atop the cot and turned the lights off, getting the space ready for sleep. He skimmed his warm palms up the length of your exposed legs, a damp washcloth in warm against you as he gently wiped away your drying release from between your legs. The fabric of the cloth right against your clit in a brief pass had you gasping out, and he chuckled lowly. He swapped out the cloth for a pair of new underwear in his grip. He tapped the side of your thighs for you to lift your hips and he settled them on you.
Getting situated underneath the covers took a little shifting as you both tried to lay in a way that irritate new injuries. He ended up on his back, not able to lay side by side with you as both your thighs were bandaged opposite each other. You folded yourself over his chest, head resting in the crook where his shoulder met his neck, injured leg thrown over his middle. His heart was beating fast beneath you, and you buried your face into his skin and breathed in deep.
Content, safe, satiated. Everything felt right with the world in that moment.
“I’ve never removed it be with her, I never removed anything.” He spoke quietly into the darkness, his hand gently caressing your hip, not wanting to wake you lest you had fallen asleep. His body was alight with tingles, energy ebbing and flowing over his skin from the realization of what you two had just shared. It had been the most intimate he had ever been with anyone, had ever wanted to be with anyone.
The hum that vibrated into his skin was all the answer he got as sleep pulled him under to rest alongside you.
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You stared. Unabashedly.
Maker, you couldn’t help it. You like to think of yourself as having self-control and a good sense of strength but… you were realizing how false those notions were as your eyes remained trained on the sight in front of you. Din was kneeling on the ground in front of an open panel along the floor of the hold. He was leaning slightly into the exposed space, his back arched slightly and his backside suspended in the air. The fabric of his pants was pulled taut over his form in such a way that you couldn’t even begin to decipher the mumbled words falling from the man’s mouth as he fiddled with something.
Desire flared strong in your middle, stretching down to pool between your legs and you felt your mouth go dry. He shifted slightly, leaning forward a bit more and his backside canted up just enough for you to see the barest outline of-
“San!” He called out, making you jump and scramble to look like you were busy. You took a few hurried, quiet steps toward where the crate that doubled as a table was set up and began to gather the mess from yours and adi’ka’s lunch. You didn’t dare turn around, listening intently to the hush of his movements as he extracted himself from the space he had been leaning into behind the paneling.
“San, I was calling for you, didn’t you hear me?” He was suddenly behind you, making you jump slightly.
You were still flushed, which drew his attention to your face.
“Are you alright?”
“Mhm.” You replied simply, not able to face him.
“Why won’t you look at me?” Concern flowed from him, his words soft but holding a tone that booked no argument. Wanting to know if you were alright, for you to be honest with him. You worried for a second if he thought you were having regrets about the night before, but it wasn’t that. It couldn’t be that, that had been…wonderful and so enticing. He had been so warm, throbbing against you where you needed him the most, his hands and the sounds bleeding from the helmet as he moved against you…
“San, why you won’t look at me?”
You turned before the words even registered completely, pinning look and desperate eyes on display for him. Unable to hide that you wanted him, even if it was still new. For both of you, a tentative bridge formed between you that you wanted to explore further.
“That’s what’s wrong with me, I was watching you while you were crouching and it- you looked, you looked good okay.” One of the cannisters fell from your grip, nervous energy lighting you up.
He was suddenly in your personal space, you back pressed up against the siding of the hold space. But you didn’t feel threatened, you felt excited. Pulled into his front by a hand snaking around your middle, you looked up at him, the visor glinting in the lights turned on all around.
“You’ve been watching me this whole time?” He rumbled, voice dark as he realized you weren’t injured or sick. That you were turned on, just by looking at him as he did the most mundane things to fill the time of space travel.
“Y-yes, you-you fill out your pants very well.”
“Hmm, never realized.” He tilted his helmet to the side, thoughts swirling around your mind stalling at the adorable motion.
He leaned in, as if he was about to press the front of his helmet to your forehead but he detangled from you instead and was rummaging through an open crate that contained his multitude of tools. You stayed where he had ushered you, body thrumming with the lingering heat of how he had been on you in seconds, of your confession.
“He’s watching, don’t want to scar him.” Din said by way of explanation as he nodded his head toward the open quarters. Adi’ka was in his hammock, head poking out of it and peering at you curiously.
“Din Djarin, you tease!” You tried to hide the smile pulling at your lips, but you knew it was a futile attempt. His chuckle and your light laughter urged adi’ka to giggle his own amusement.
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“Ni mirdir vi ru'kir nuhoy o'r te oriya.” You looked over at him briefly, fingers skimming over the tools laid out for sale atop a table, attention captured by the environment that reminded you of the good parts of your childhood. Working on something that interested you, spurred on by the kind and encouraging words of your mother who hadn’t yet turned on you.
I think we should sleep in the city.
“Vi ganar te Crest.”
We have the Crest.
“Vi ganar a prudii, par jaon Tuur'ika jii.  Liser’t copad at alorir bic norac.”
We’ve had a shadow, for over an hour now. Don’t want to lead them back.”
“Ni kar’taylir.”
I know.
“Vi ru'kir ve'ganir a yamika, nayc? Hiibir baatir be te prudii.  Dinui at jor'adir.  A pel haav, nadala skraan, a holo net, nadala pirun…”
We should book a room. To shake off the shadow. A reward to celebrate. Soft bed, fresh food, a holo net, a hot bath…
“Nadala pirun?” Something simmered behind his words, the hint of a promise in yours stirring something in him. The glint in your eye as you successfully negotiated what you wanted, as if he had been willing to turn you down after asking after it. He would give you anything you asked for, you were discovering, as long as it was within reason. Wanting for you to be comfortable and feel like yourself in any way. You were grateful for all that he offered you, for the chance to discover yourself after so long, and who could argue with a night spent in a fancy hotel?
“One with a lot of bubbles and water so hot it steams up the entire fresher.” You finally turned your attention to him, switching back to speaking in Basic, a pair of goggles in your hand. “Maybe I’ll let you join me.”
Walking away from him and back to where the vendor had appeared from the back, leaving him to his thoughts of your offer.
He was unnervingly still the rest of the time spent in the shop, keeping a healthy distance as you talked to the discussed what the pieces you provided were worth, the materials they were made from, the techniques used to create them, all to help him gauge what he could sell them for. He agreed to give you a handsome sum for the pieces you were selling, enough to make you internally question how long it had been since he’d been able to offer this kind of work.
“If you’re ever back this way, don’t hesitate to drop by. My partner and I would be willing to buy whatever you have, the craftsman ship is exquisite, truly.”
You both left the shop, walking side by side through the bustling street, full of people in the midday hour.
“How much did he offer you?”
“Oh, like four thousand per piece? Which is pretty high considering most plated armor goes for about six for a full set, but he liked that it was handmade, the quality of the metal. He really liked the stitching pattern I used to give the pieces more durability that will enhance the longevity of them.”
“I’ve been in the wrong line of work then.”
“Nonsense, how much do you average for a job?”
“Depends on the risk. More often than not, like back on Sorgan, what is offered is enough and then shelter and food are appreciated. Not particular about rates or standards, but the Guild would offer one to two thousand for intermediate quarries.”
“How very admirable of you, burc’ya.”
Friend.
That’s what he was, to you. Perhaps it was a tame way of describing his place in your life. But it was a start, it was comfortable. Being around him, getting to know the intimate parts of each other’s lives, sharing parts of yourselves with each other that no one else knew of. A bond that was growing with each passing day.
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Stars Too Far
CHAPTER 14 - Shy-Tan Djarin
Mandalorian X Fem Reader
The Mandalorian is trapped on a deadly planet, escapes, and finds out secrets about his Mandalorian history that changes the ways of his people and his life but leaves him running for his life and the life of his child and Riduur.
Minors DNI. Smut, fluff, dirty, dirty thangs. So. Many. Dirty. Thangs.
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It had been a long and boring 24 hours in the Razor Crest.  Din was unsure if he could approach you because you were so mad about leaving Mayfeld behind.  You understood, for the security of your child that you couldn’t have outside influences.  The reality of everyone being a danger had sunk in for you.  But Din was still unsure if you understood.  He hung around corners and opted to leave the room when you entered to give you space, which seemed to you like him being standoffish and petty.
He was running daily diagnostics when you walked into the cockpit. 
He tilted his head up to you and gingerly asked,
“How are you feeling?”
“Like I want to vomit consistently and this little fucker keeps kicking me like it’s a routine to make me have pain.”  
“Well, we’ll be on Mandalor in two days.  You can just relax once we're there.Can you hold out until we get there?”
You jump as you feel another pain and grunt out loud.
Din extends an arm and his gloved hand pulls you in to sit on his lap.
“I love you.” he whispers as he holds you.
“I love you t-” Suddenly you jump up from Din’s lap.
“What’s wrong?”  He questions.
“I think they just kicked my liver into my chest.-”  You hold your stomach then cry out again in pain.
Din jumps to his feet and wraps his arms around you.
“No…. I’m okay.  Just a bad kick.”  You wave him off. 
Water hits the floor with a crash.
You look up to Din, terrified.
“What just happened?”  You ask with fear racing through your words.  Din knows, but can’t manage to find words either,  “What’s happening?”  You beg.
Din grabs you and eases you down to the ground.
“Our baby is coming.”  He says laying you back.  He pulls his cape off and mounds it under your head as a pillow.  “Are you comfortable?”  He shakily asks.
“I haven’t been comfortable for months.”  You say as the pain eases away like pulling a sheet from your body.  Din strokes your cheek to try to soothe you.
“We’re landing on the closest planet and going to a doctor.  You’ll be okay.”  He softly whispered.  You nod then he pulls himself up and takes the controls of the Razor Crest, angling it  down towards the first planet within view.
……………
Din threw a black hooded cloak around you as he led you into the city in search of a doctor.  Letador was the worst place to try to find help.  It was comprised of thieves and drug lords.  He tried his best to shadow you from the onlookers but there was no doubt by their curious looks at The Mandalorian that they were on the lookout for him and you.
“Aaaah!” you screamed as your contractions overtook you and forced you to a sudden hault in the street.  Din gathered you in his arms and pulled you close to his chest and looked around, seeing people turning to look at you.  This was gathering too much attention.
“Follow me…”  He whispered to you as he wound his way through alleyways, you stumbling and faltering in his grasp as he urged your forward..  You came to a full stop and shouted out in pain and Din realized there was no more moving forward from this point.  He wildly looked around and saw a dilapidated wood board covering  a hole in the wall of an abandoned, concrete, factory building. He gently sat you down to lean, huffing and puffing through your pain and grasping your stomach, against the wall of the factory then pulled the board away to reveal  a bashed out hole in the side of it creating an entrance..  
You called out in white hot pain again as you sat in the alleyway.  Din rushed to your side and pulled you to your feet trying to shush you as he guided you into the abandoned building.
“I don’t want to give birth here…”  You panted, terrified as Din led you from room to abandoned room trying to find the most buried room in the building where, hopefully, no one would hear.
“I want a doctor…”  You begged.
“”I’m sorry, this is what we have right now…”  Din said exasperated, “We need to get you as far away from people that can hear you as possible.”
You nod as he leads you into the next room.  You fall to your knees, screaming and clutching your stomach.
“Din!” you finally manage to shout out as you reach your hand out to find his. His gloved hand holds yours tightly as his visor dodges around to try to find resources to help deal with you possibly giving birth here.  You crumple onto the concrete, cracked and chipped floor and look terrified into his visor.
He’s never seen you so scared and it pierces his soul.  He just wants you to feel some comfort but there’s nothing he can do.  He reaches up and unlatches his helmet and there is a hiss of it depressurizing.  He drops it to one side and  you look into his chocolate brown eyes.
“Am I going to die?” your voice wavers with tears now streaming down your face..
He takes your face in both of his hands and slowly shakes his head.
“I won’t let you go.”  He kisses your forehead then clenches your hand harder.
You scream out in pain as your next contraction moves.  Din moves behind you and pulls you to sit up against him on the wall..
You scream again, covered in sweat.
“Something is wrong!”  You shout.
Din’s mind immediately races to the doctor’s warnings of a breech birth.  He trembles, but holds your hand and curls his body around yours as you push.
“You can do this.”  He whispers to you as you shiver in pain.
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Inside a backpack, inside an abandoned building, on a forgotten planet full of thieves and criminals there was a red flashing light.
Mayfeld watched his tracking device as it blinked faster and faster until it led him to an abandoned building.  He was confused as he spun around, trying to find the entrance then moved aside the plywood board to enter the structure.  He watched the flashing light on his tracker work faster and faster until finally it was a steady tone.  He looked up.
The Mandalorian sat against the grey, dirty wall with a bundle in his arms  Next to him was a bundle of rags and a plastic tarp with legs sticking out and a large puddle of blood.
“Mando!”  Mayfeld exclaimed.  He rushed up, “Are you okay?”  Din tiredly looked up at him, too emotionally spent to have words.  Mayfeld slowly moved his hand and pulled down the rags that Din held in his arms to see a baby that slowly wriggled it’s arms up at him and gargled a breath.
He smiled at the child but that faded when he angled his face back up to Din and saw how pale and exhausted he was.  He looked to his left and saw your lifeless body laying under a tarp and some rags.
“I can’t bring her back.”  Din says, defeated.  “I tried.  But she won’t wake up.”
Mayfeld gives Din a nod trying to stifle his own fears.
He feels for a pulse.
“She’s alive.”  He nods at Din. “I have two speeders outside.”  You take the kid and I’ll take her.”
Mayfeld offers Din his hand and Din struggles to his feet.  Mayfeld then grasps your body and pulls it up, wrapped in the cloak.
“We have to go now!  They know you’re somewhere on this planet and half the quadrant is looking for you!”
Din nods and you make your way out to the speeder.  Din holds the child close to his chest, waiting for Mayfeld to secure your barely conscious body onto the speeder.  You wake up slightly, crack your eyes, and hold Mayfeld’s waist on the the speeder, rasping, “You owe me credits, Straight Arrow.”
Mayfeld merely looks over his shoulder at you and says, “Hold on, kid.  We’re getting you out of here.”  He feels you tighten your grip and both Din and your speeders take off.  
The speeders shift and dodge through the thin streets of the city and it isn’t lost on any of you how many eyes are watching you.  It was at the edge of the city that Mayfeld laughed, “We made it!” as he can see the Razor Crest in the distance. 
Like clockwork, ten speeders emerged from the outskirts of the city, rapidly gaining on you as you sped towards the ship.
Din shoots Mayfeld an annoyed look as they race next to each other.
“What?”  Mayfeld snarks at Din and shrugs, “You’ve never overestimated something?”
Blaster fire rained through the air as the thieves, pirates and bounty hunters gained on them.  Both speeders came to a sliding stop in a cloud of dust.  Mayfeld ushered you off of the speeder and you both took cover behind the speeder as blaster fire shot off like fireworks.  Din hunched over the child, protectively covering him as he looked over at Mayfeld and yourself.  Mayfeld leapt and slid next to Din behind his speeder, narrowly missing blaster fire.
“Give me the child!”  He gasped.  Din hesitated and pulled the child back from him, “I’m gonna get your child and The Kid into the Razor Crest while you hold them off!”  He shouted at Din’s visor.  He still hesitated, but saw how quickly they were being approached and caged in and with a terrified breath handed over the child to Mayfeld.
“Cover me!”  Mayfeld said, somersaulting to his speeder as Din stood and dodges in the opposite direction, shooting at the army approaching.  Mayfeld  handed the child to you who weakly grasped them to your chest.
He panted, face covered in dust and fear, “We’re gonna hold your kid as close as you can and run up the ramp when I tell you to.”  He nodded at you for reassurance and you nodded back in understanding.
“Go!”  Mayfeld yelled.  He grasped around your waist, hauled you up and yanked you as hard and fast as he could into the Razor Crest.  Once inside he hit the button to bring up the cargo bay ramp that slowly withdrew.
Din saw the hatch  closing and as he was taking extensive fire tried to shoot off his jet pack to fly to the hatch.  A pirate jumped on him, putting him in a choke hold but he merely shot off his jet pack again and set him on fire.  Din shot up and he slipped through the opening of the cargo bay hatch closing at the last second.
Mayfeld was already at the helm taking the ship off.
“Go see your kid and wife and make sure they’re okay!  I’ll deal with this!”  Mayfeld yelled frantically as he swerved the Razor Crest into the atmosphere.
Din nods once and races back to the cargo bay to find where Mayfeld had left you in your makeshift bed of blankets and pillows holding your child.
The Razor Crest jolted, taking fire and dipped and swerved with wild jolts as Din slid in next to you and held you close in the complete darkness of the cargo hold.  You clutched him, your child gurgling and making happy noises, pushed between the two of you.
“It’s okay”  Din tried to sooth you as he held your head into his chest, feeling your heart racing and rigid, terrified body clutching to him.
Finally the Razor Crest smoothed out it’s flight pattern.  You look up to Din with wide, tear welling eyes and he tilts his helmet down at you, stroking your cheek and grasping you and the child closer.
“Sleep.”  He says simply, “I’ll protect you.”
You kiss his bare neck slowly and softly then tumble into a deep sleep.
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You open your eyes and, unfortunately, saw Mayfeld.
“Hey, trooper.”  Mayfeld smirked at you.
Immediately, you fell into pain from your birth and huddled over hugging your body.
“Yeah.  That’s normal, apparently.”  Mayfeld quirked nonchalantly.
“Where’s The Mandalorian?”  You managed to rasp out.
“He’s flying the ship.  We’ll be on Mandalor soon.
“My baby?”
Mayfeld smiles and angles your child, bundled up in his crooked arms to your face so you can see them.  You smile and exhale all your nervousness as you gather them in your arms and quiet tears stream down your face.  You shyly try to wipe and hide them from Mayfeld.
“Hey,” Mayfeld said sitting next to you “I have five kids.  Five.  And every time that woman created another little copy of me I cried my eyes out because it was so goddamn beautiful that she made something so impossible.  I cried. Every. Damn Time. Do you know what Mandalorain was doing after you gave birth?  Holding your child  and crying.”
You look up at Mayfeld with red, swollen eyes not sure of his point, “You should cry when you make another soul.  One of the most fierce warriors in the universe sobbed when he saw this little one.”  He pats your shoulder and gets up as Din enters the doorway of he cargo hold.
“I’ll let you take over from here.”  Mayfeld says as he brushes past Din.
“Hi, Dad.”  You smile unsurely, holding your child.  Din approaches cautiously and when he kneels down next to you sees the familiar purple flash emitting from your stripes indicating you’re bonded and it makes him smile and trace his arm around your bare back.  You look with a smile into his visor.  Then slowly pull back the bundle of fabric they’re swaddled in.
“It’s a boy.”  You smile at Din.
Din slowly extends a gloved finger to the child who exudes a wet gasp then reaches up with his closed eyes and grasps Din’s large gloved finger.
“What should we call him?”  Din asks, nuzzling closer to you and getting more comfortable in the bed.
“I want him to have a Mandaloran name.  But something that holds my family name as well.”  You say gazing into your child's drowsy face.
“Shy-Tan.”  Din says, “Like your Mandalorian father.”
You mull it over a long moment then try out the name on the child,
“Shy-Tan.”  You smile, “What do you think, little guy?”  The child gurgles and hiccups.  You smile and look up to Din.
���Shy-Tan Djarin.”  You confirm.  Din slinks down in bed with his arm around you.  You cuddle Shy-Tan closer, “You’re going to change the universe, Shy-Tan.”
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The Razor Crest approaches Mandalor and your breath hitches in your throat as you sit in the co-pilot’s chair.
“Don’t worry.  Everything will be fine.” Din tries to dissuade your worries to no use.  Shy-Tan begins to cry in your arms.
You divert your attention to him and stand up, bobbing him up and down and trying to shush him.
“I’m with the kid.”  Mayfeld pipes up from the jump seat behind the copilot’s chair, his legs kicked out and crossed casually upon a console as he grasps the bridge of his nose in exhaustion,  “You’re nuts if you think we can just walk into Mandalor and state ‘we good, right?’ and have them throw a welcome home party.”
“We have the first male Luc/Mandalorian child ever born.”  Din states as if it’s a question of “why wouldn’t they understand?”, with a shrug and head shake of confusion.
“Yeah.”  Mayfeld kicked his legs off the console and swiveled to face Din,  “That’s like saying, ‘Hey, I made a kid with the race that murdered a bunch of you and was exiled.  It’s wanted as a trophy because of the suffering it’s race put your planet through.  So can we, like, hang out here now?’ You think that’s gonna go over well?”  Mayfeld makes a good point that leaves Din frozen.  Mayfeld turns to you, “You wanna be any part of this?”  He puts you on the spot as you jolster Shy-Tan, nervously to try to stop him from crying and look busy to dodge the question.  You merely shush Shy-Tan some more and turn away from Mayfeld, shooting him an annoyed look, and move back further away from both of them in the cockpit, “See?”  Mayfeld throws his arms out, “Are you doing this for her, and your kid?  Or are you doing this for you?  Because you need justification?”  Din shakes his head to ignore Mayfeld with an annoyed sigh and goes back to busying himself on the controls that bring The Razor Crest into entering the atmosphere of Mandalor.
“I’m just sayin’ - Don’t make a poster child out of A CHILD.”  Mayfeld slaps a console as he swiftly turns and brushes past you out of the cockpit and into the cargo hold.
You’re still left bouncing Shy-Tan who is now quiet but you keep shushing him to fill the silence as you wander back and forth behind Din as he flies the Razor Crest into Mandalor.
“Do you not want to do this?”  He abruptly breaks the silence as the ship still slowly approaches the planet.
“I don’t.”  You say simply.  “But…” you continue hesitantly, “we have to.”  You stand next to his pilot’s chair and reach a hand down to grasp his shoulder. “For Shy-Tan.”
Din angles his visor up to you, “But Mayfeld is right?”  He asks solemnly.
You nod your head.
“Unfortunately… Mayfeld is right.”
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The Razor Crest comes in for a slow landing on the docks of Mandalore and the cargo bay ramp extends mechanically.  Bo Katan stands far back with a line of Mandalorians on either side of the walkway leading up to her to greet your arrival… or protect them from you.  Din steps out with Mayfeld and they slowly stride down the ramp.  As you step with Shy-Tan bundled in your arms a few feet behind them the lines of Mandalorians power up their weapons and pull out their guns.  You stop dead in your tracks as Din turns back and holds out his hand to try to quell your worries.
“Put your weapons down.”  Bo Katan orders the Mandalorians and begrudgingly, the lines of Mandalorians look to each other and one by one holster their weapons  Din waits for you to catch up to him at the end of the ramp and slides a confirming arm around your back as he leads you forward to meet Bo Katan through the myriad of Mandalorian helmets that you can feel the seething hate from as you pass them.  You apprehensively stand in front of Bo-Katan who stands with crossed arms.
“We welcome you because Din Djarin saved our planet.”
“We thank you for taking us in.”  Din nods ceremoniously. 
“You and your child will be given housing on the outskirts of town where you can hide.  Your friend will be given lodging within the city.”
“Thank you.”  You finally speak up.  It catches Bo off guard that you would speak to her and her helmet snaps to you.  She leans in to you and lowers her voice,
“If you show one sign of violence I will shoot you and your child into the nearest sun.”  She threatens.  You’re shocked and look back to Din who merely holds an open palm in front of you to stop you from moving or reacting.
“We will protect you.”  Bo Katan nods then proclaims loudly.  “All Mandalorians will protect you. As long as you respect the ways of The Creed.”  There is some awkward shuffling amongst the lines of Mandalorians but no outwardly response.
“You need the waters of Mandalor.”  Bo states looking over your hunkered and diminished form, still weak and injured from giving birth. “Go there with the Armourer and heal your birthing wounds. There you will solidify the name of your child and confirm them into your Clan.”
You nod, meekly.
Bo nods at the Armorer that steps forward from the front of the line.
“Follow me.”  The Armourer commands.
With that, you leave the palace.  You, with Shy-Tan in your arms, Din leading you and Mayfeld taking up the rear, follow the Armorer who silently leads you down into the mines of Mandalor.  It seems to take hours as you weave and climb your way down into the center of the world until you find yourself standing in an underground cave, overlooking the dark waters of Mandalor.
“Go and sit in the waters of Mandalor with your baby in your arms and it will heal your wounds.”  The Armorer commands emotionlessly.  You nod, huddling Shy-Tan a bit closer to your chest as you kick off your boots.
“Wait.”  Din’s hand clasped your shoulder.  You turn to be face to face with his visor.  He raises his gloved hand and strokes your cheek.
“I love you.”  He whispers. 
“I love you to the end of the stars and back.”  You smile at him
“Be my Riiduur.”
He kneels down on one knee and takes your hand.
“All I’ve ever wanted is you.  I want to be part of you forever.”
You nod frantically.  “Yes.”  You whisper between your tears.
Din looks back to the Armorer who pauses, taken aback but trying to hide her reaction.
“All three of you must get into the waters of Mandalor.” She instructs.
You strode out, pushing against the dark water with Shy-Tan in your arms and Din holding your hand wading in by your side.
“The three of you are now bonded for life.  One shall never exist without the other.  Din Djarin, you have found your Riduur.  May the waters of Mandalor purify this unity and bring health, unity and security to your clan.  Stay here and let the waters of Mandalor heal past wounds so you can go forth with your new lives together. Repeat these vows to each other, ‘Mhi solus tome, mhi solus dar'tome, mhi me'dinui an, mhi ba'juri verde’”
Both of you turn to each other and slowly repeat the vows to each other.
“It is now written in history.”The Armorer finishes.  She turns and coldly begins to walk out of the cave leaving the three of you standing waist high in the water.
“I was a witness.”  Mayfeld says excitedly, “You know, for the first Mandalorian/Luc wedding…”
The Armorer stops and slowly turns her head to Mayfeld.
“Witnesses are not required or noted for Mandalorian unions. Follow me out and let them be.”
Mayfeld turns while walking away,  waves and yells, “Congrats!” at the three of you and follows the Armorer out.  Before he was out of earshot you heard him question her, “So are you Riduured to anyone?” and hear The Armorer loudly sigh in frustration.
You smirk as you watch them leave and suddenly the cavern is completely silent except for the occasional drip of humidity off of the stalactites into the dark water.  The water ripples like silk as Din moves to you and pulls you close.
“How do you feel?”  he carefully whispers.
“You’re my Riduur now.  Ask me that with your helmet off and I’l give you an honest answer.”  You smile.
Din decompresses his helmet and tosses it to the shore.
His chocolate eyes flick back and forth searching your face as he wades in close to you.  There’s a slight smile that breaks out over his plush lips.  Then his eyes slowly close as he leans into you and you feel his aquiline nose nuzzle you, then his lips brush against yours and slowly open for his warm wet tongue to explore your hot, waiting mouth.
Your vision turns blinding white with fireworks as you arch back and let him trail his warm kisses and licks up your neck as he cradles your head.
“Let’s get to our new home.”  You stroke the side of his face as he slowly smiles a dimpled, stubbly jaw at you.
“Do you still have any pain?”  He asks, gently swirling you around him in the water.
“No”  You said, kind of shocked.  You didn’t feel any more birthing pains.  It was as if the waters of Mandalor had healed you and invigorated you.
“You can walk to the house?”  He asked.
“I could walk 1000 miles right now.”  You smile and bite his lip playfully.
“Good.”  He says grabbing you up in his arms and carrying you out of the water.  Just as he was about to leave the cavern there was a loud sloshing like a whirlpool that was emerging from the Waters of Mandalor.  Din turned with you in his arms and Shy-Tan tucked against your chest to see a giant pair of reptilian eyes emerge with a bubbling force from the waters. Din is shocked and slowly puts you down as you both stare at it, stunned.
“The Mythosaur…” You trailed off in awe.  “I thought it was just a wives tale.”  Din pulled you and Shy-Tan protectively closer to him and could only shake his head in awe as he looked at the eyes of the dinosaur poking out from the water, inspecting the three of you.  It gave out a giant huff of air that shot water and mist 20 feet into the air, gave one last slow blink, then slowly descended into the water again.  You looked at Din at the same time his helmet turned to you.
“That’s normal, right?”  You ask shakily.
“No.”  Din states in awe.
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You get to your small house on the outskirts of town.  There’s nothing much in it other than a bed and a shotty crib with some tattered blankets but it’s more than you had worked with so far and were happy to have it, even though Din knew it was meant as a slap in the face from Bo Katan
You gently hummed Shy-Tan to sleep and laid him in the nest of rags in the crib.  Tucking him in lovingly,  Din stepped up and hovered over him, not able to find words as he stared at him.  He slowly reached out a gloved hand to touch him and you swatted it away.
“Don’t!”  You hissed.  “He’s been up all day.  And I want some time with my Riduur” you smile mischievously.
“Are you okay for….”  Din shifted uncomfortably.
“I don’t know what’s in that water but I feel amazing. I’m fully healed.”  You take his hand and lead him away from the crib and into you.  He hums his approval and you feel him getting hard underneath his flight suit. “You know… there’s a claw foot bath tub here….”  You smile sideways dripping with insinuation.
“Hm…  I remember last time I had to teach you how to use a bath…”
“Yeah.  I think I have a handle of it now.  Maybe we can do it together?”
“Then I guess I ‘d better make you dirty first…”  Din pulls at your pants and pushes them slowly down then you del his thick hands around your thighs and ass, his breath getting heavy.  “I love the feel of your wet pussy against your underwear.”  He moans in your ear as his hand feathers over your underwear.  You moan and throw your head back.  He slowly circles over your clit over top of your underwear and watches you wraith in anticipation.
“Don’t you do that to me, Din Djarin!” You whisper harshly to him as he teases you.
“No?”  He asks innocently as he slowly shifts back and forth, kneeling down until he’s between your thighs.  You hear his helmet depressurize as he lifts it off and places it on the ground next to him. You can feel his hot breath outside of your underwear and he blows softly over it to tease you.
You clench your thighs together, holding his head, locked in place.
“Mmm…. good girl.”  He moans.  You look down as his dark chocolate eyes stare up intently at you right before he looks gently down and dives into eating out your pussy like a man starved.  You watch as his face nods up and down, eyes down, watching your clit get more and more swollen.  Now and then he comes up for air and a small smile of pleasure forms on his face as he uses his hands to continue to feather and circle your clit, driving you into his controlled ecstasy.  He dives back in and you feel him nuzzle his aqualine nose against you over and over bringing you up and up to new levels.  Then his wet, warm tongue takes over, licking just one side of your clit, so gently you can barely feel it, but the teasing sends you into the stratosphere as your back arches and you silently gasp for air at the ceiling.  Your chest heaves, sweat drips between your breasts and you buck your hips wildly and uncontrollably.  He only dives in with more enthusiasm.  You try to pull him back from your overstimulated clit but he won’t relent and licks and sucks harder.
You scream out his name.
Your cum squirts across his face.  It drips down his chin and his hard cock only throbs more.
“Dirty girl” Din Growels and hungrily licks up your juices.
He grabs your wrist and leads you to the bathroom where he turns on the bath, beginning to fill it with warm water.  You fall to your knees and undo his belt letting hs hard cock spring out of his flight suit.  You lick you plush lips, readying yourself for the flavor of his member in your mouth.
Hungrily you lick the silky skin of it, feeling his vein throbbing and precum bead up in the slit of his head that you lick up needily.  You slowly open your mouth and softly engulf his penis as he grabs the back of your hair and arches his back feeling the pleasure pulse through him.  You gingerly lower ourself down the length of his hard cock, feeling it throbbing in your mouth and as you pull back up he moans loudly.  Your hand grasps he base of his member as you wildly bob up and down, your saliva mixing with his pre-cum making him rock hard and bucking into your face.  He thrusts over and over as tears stream down your cheeks, taking in the huge width and length of him, your tongue dancing all around him.  You feel his balls tighten and his cock heave as he’s about to cum and pull away before he can reach his plateau. He angrily lets out a long, frustrated, primitive grunt. The bath is ready.
You step into the warm, steaming water, leading him by his hand as he’s still lust drunk and pliable to whatever you ask of him.  He sits in front of you as you nestle up against the back of he claw foot tub.  Your arms wrap around him and grab his cock, slowly teasing and tickling him, bringing him up and up until he’s moaning out lout with pleasure and calling out your name.  His chest is heaving and hips are bucking into your hand.
Slowly you flip over on top of him and angle his cock to your entrance.  He looks up at you with wide, unsure eyes as he enters you then with a hard thrust sheathes himself fully into you.  His brows knit together and mouth drops open as you engulf him. You toss your head back and shout out in pleasure as his hand tangles in your damp hair to control you and he begins rutting into you.  His forceful thrusts fill you fully and make your body feel complete as he smiles and gently grunts into your neck and angles his head up to nip at your ear.
You find yourself cock drunk and arched towards the sky as he fucks up into you in the bath.  The coil inside of you tightens to an extreme and just as you thought it would snap he reaches down and begins quickly circling your clit, turning you into a wild animal. You’re both calling out into the quiet night, moaning and panting and begging then the cool snaps in both of you suddenly as you call out his name over and over, wildly riding him.  As he watches you become feral on top of him his own cock twitches, becomes rock hard and suddenly spurts inside of you like a geyser as thick ropes of cum paint your walls.  He clutches you closely to his body as he grunts and whines into your flesh, bucking wildly and uncontrollably.
Finally the motions stop and both of you fall back to earth.  With his cock still in you he gently kisses your forehead, closed eyes, cheeks, ear lobes, neck and collar bone until he’s run out of steam and slumps into your body that rests on top of him and both of you sink back into the water. You can hear gentle lapping of the warm water as he circles his hand on the steaming skin of your back, calming you as you catch your breath.
Shy-Tan can be heard rustling then crying in the other room and you moan your discontent.  Din raises a hand and shuffles up from underneath you in the bath.
“I’ve got it.”  He says pulling his body out of the bath.  He wraps a towel around himself.  “You stay here.  I like the idea of you bathing in my cum.”
He leaves to tend to your child.
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