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Clan of Three - Chapter 22

Chapter Twenty-Two: Clan of Three

Plot: A Mandalorian, an infant with a history of the jedi, and a teenager with similar powers and a heavy role to bear. Now reunited their journeys across the galaxy are just beginning to complete their final mission.

Word Count: 7.3K

Pairing: Father Figure!Din Djarin x Platonic!Teen!Reader

Warnings: fighting/violence, massive injuries, some wholesome moments, sad as fuck father-daughter moments, massive angst, PTSD

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“We shall be rid of the Mandalorians once and for all,” Gideon turns around looking at his fellow warlords, “Long Live the Empire!”

“It is time to retake our home world….I need volunteers from both tribes.”

“I will go.” “I will go.” “I will go.” “I will go.”

“Is that the voice of Lady Bo-Katan Kryze?”

“We knew you would not forsake us, Lady Bo-Katan. We have failed you, but our blasters remain in your service.” They lower their heads slightly bringing a hand to rest over their hearts.

“I will only wear a dress on Naboo. I was told that it’s the most beautiful planet in the galaxy. And there are lakes and waterfalls and fields of flowers and planets as far as the eyes can see. So if you want me to wear a dress it has to be on Naboo.”

“With the uncomfortable shoes?” He asks and you smirk, “We’ll see.” The two of you stare at each other a silence falling over you two its two magnetics coming together. His hand covers your eyes the other pulling off his helmet then his lips meet yours.

“Look, I have no idea what that boy’s intentions are, but…I do know that he would be lucky to have you.” Din says and you lift your head up looking at the older man, “Really?” You ask and he nods and it grows silent once more before you speak up.

“Do you feel like everything is going right that it’s meant to go wrong?” You voice your fear for only him to know, “Every time we get close to winning something horrible goes wrong,” Your tone gets slightly frantic all the possibilities making you more nervous.

Din grabs your shoulders making you look at him, “I promised you I was never leaving you and I’m not. Ever.” He reassures and you nod before he pulls you into his arms just holding you there. His chin rests on the top of your head nothing is said between the two of you but you could tell he meant every single one of his words.

“I love you, dad…” You say and he freezes slightly before his arms squeeze you tighter to him, “Love you too, kid.”

“Those aren’t Mandalorians.” You call out as they immediately take fire, ambushing you all, “They’re Imperials! Take cover.” All the Mandalorians take cover firing at them.

“It’s an ambush!”

“Thank you for gathering the Mandalorians into one place,” He says, and you are unmoving. Moff Gideon was back. He finds delight in seeing the horror and pure terror in your expression as the Mandalorians behind the blast door has no choice but to watch. “Thanks to your planet’s rich resources, I have created the next-generation Dark Trooper suit forged from beskar alloy,”

“Why don’t we take your fleet off the board while we still have the element of surprise? Activate the interceptors and bombers.” He orders and Bo-Katan slams her fist against the glass.

“No!” the Klaxon alarm blares as the Interceptors and Bombers are activating, “In but a few moments, the Purge of Mandalore will be complete.”

“Kaz, get up. Kaz, kriffing get up and fight. Please stop! Please don’t do this…I’ll do anything please don’t I beg you!” You shout as he takes in your features one last time though tear-filled and bloody you still look beautiful in his eyes, “Kaz, please get up!”

“I love y-” The blade cleaves through his body as a scream of anguish rips through your throat.

“None of this would have occurred if you had accepted. He’s dead because of your actions, princess.” Gideon mocks you as you’re sent into a spiral sobs racking your body and hyperventilating from the shock that has taken over.

You didn’t deserve happiness…you would never love again. You had nothing left in you to love. Your happiness, your love, and yourself had died right alongside him held in his arms with dead promises to visit the far-off planets you dreamed of.

You were in a daze as the commandos practically dragged you through the halls, and you didn’t hear Din’s shouts, didn’t hear anything it was a blur until you were brought into a room and you’re dropped to your knees and chained to the floor. It repeated in your head like a broken melody, his face…his beautiful face draining of life.

“I love y-” Drain of tears as you felt no emotion, you didn’t feel sadness, loss, anger, sorrow, anything. It was empty. The doors before you open up but you barely acknowledge it glance up and seeing Gideon enter removing the beskar helmet and holding it to his side a malicious grin on his face.

“Where’s the fight, dear princess? That fire….that rage… not going to get your revenge?” He taunts standing before you and you gaze up at him, your eyes red and puffy your throat strained and dry from your sobs and screams.

“Just kill me already…I have no use for you.” Your voice is dead and flat and he chuckles his hand grabbing your chin your lifeless eyes are forced to look up at his wicked gaze, “Oh but that would make things so much easier for you wouldn’t it? Be reunited with your Mandalorian..” He rises dropping your chin and your head drops down.

“Get comfortable you’ll have front-row seats to witness the purge of your people and end the Mandalorians once and for all.” He says and your empty heart feels a twinge of worry for your family scattered across this base.

Din’s mind was running wild since the ambush seeing Moff Gideon had escaped the New Republic, seeing Kaz die and you getting taken away. Your screams and cries burned into his mind. You were fallen down a rabbit hole he barely got you out of the first time this worst. The two commandos force him down a hall and he shoves against one of them and then kicks his foot against the wall having them all stumble away from him. Breaking free from one of them flipping the other as he grabs the vibroblade cutting his bonds at his feet and quickly stabs the commando closest to him. Dodging the blaster fire that hits his beskar armor sudden heat against him from the flamethrower as he grabs their wrist slamming it to the ground. Pulling him into a chokehold and snapping his neck as a cable wraps around Din’s neck pulling him back he struggles as he sees the blaster in the commando's hand. It’s suddenly grabbed and destroyed,

“No. No. No. No. No.” Grogu presses the vocal button and Din stabs the commando with the blade the two hitting the ground. Gasping for air as Grogu sprays a bacta spray in his face as he tries waving him off coughing with his tied hands, “I'm okay. I'm okay…help me up,” Grogu pulls Din to his feet before holding his wrist out, “Will you cut me loose?’

Pressing the button gives a ‘yes’ and frees him from his restraints and he rubs his wrist, “Thank you for your help. Grogu, I'm going to need you to be brave for me, okay?” The small child babbles, “We can't keep running. If we don't take out Moff Gideon, this will never end. We have to find your sister as well. You with me?” A yes comes from IG-12 and the two make their way through the base to find and finish off Moff Gideon and save you.

In the cave system escaping from the following commandos, a transmission comes through Bo-Katan’s comms, “Bo-Katan, come in.” “Received. Where are you?” She sighs in relief glad to hear him alright.

“We're safe. I escaped. I've got the kid,” He says and her worry picks up slightly only hearing one kid with him, “And Y/n where is she?”

“I don’t know, I’m looking for her…I'm going after Moff Gideon. Do you have a location?” Din explains and Bo-Katan sighs leading her people through the caves, “No. We are under attack. I have to get the troops to safety.”

“Understood,” Din says moving through the halls followed by Grogu,

“Stay safe.” Bo-Katan responds their contact broken as the Captain calls out to them, “If we escape to the surface, I know where we can hole up.” He explains and they all take off to the surface. Bo-Katan worries for the people around her, her small family in Gideon’s base, and prays Woves gets to the ship before the Imperials do.

You hear the doors open behind you as Gideon stands before a large hologram map, “Sir, the fighters and bombers have launched,” A commando says, “Their capital ship will soon be destroyed.”

Gideon is silent before speaking up, “But the Mandalorian has escaped.” Your heavy head perks up slightly upon hearing the news. Din had escaped. He was moving through this base. The whirring of Gideon’s armor as the Commando looks at him waiting for orders,

“Shall we engage?” The helmet is put on Gideon and you hear his modulated “No, I'll take care of him myself.” A hoarse chuckle comes fills the room and the commando stiffens Gideon is silent as it starts soft until it’s the only thing he can hear seeing your head shake. You look up at him the blood mouth and chin dried the hollow look in your eyes having a spark of malice.

“You’re dead…he’s gonna kill you.” You rasp a huff of laughter in your tone and you hear the whirring of his armor as it curls into a fist, “You won’t even last a minut-” A beskar-infused punch across your face sends you on your side. Stars fill your vision as you try to calm the queasiness that fills you. Glancing back up at him seeing double him. Gideon looks seeing the indifference despite the split brow and the quickly forming bruise on your eye.

“Gar oyay cuyir jaon Gideon..” (Your life is over) You whisper venom in your voice and he uncurls his fist before stepping back, “Prepare her for the Mandalorian’s arrival.” Gideon orders and you see the doors before you slide open and out step three guards dressed in red armor each holding intimidating weapons. Gideon backs away as one of the guards pulls over a chair. Creating slack in the chain on the ground before shoving you to the seat. You don’t get time to adjust a fist knocking the wind out of you with a punch to the gut. You curl inward but your hair is grabbed pulling you back up as a fist bashes into your face blood spills to the floor.

“You’re….you’re all..going…to die..” You wheeze out your head hanging a river of red coming from your nose and mouth, your body crying out in pain but you weren’t going to let them see. You feel one of the guards behind you seize one of your arms and you feel the strain as it’s forced to bend unnaturally, “No…no…no no!” A snap fills the air producing a scream from you as your elbow snaps and you lean forward heaving in pain. Tears and blood blur your vision, fire runs through your body as the broken limb is let go of. Gideon turns away leaving the room the sounds of your screams and begging as the torture begins rings through his head. You were going to be a great present for your Mandalorian.

Din moves through the halls skillfully followed by IG-12 controlled by Grogu, “R5. Come in, R5,” Din calls through his comms and a beeping response comes through from the surface, “I need you, buddy. You're gonna have to scomp into the base and get me the location of Moff Gideon's command center.” Hesitant beeping makes Din sigh as he peeks around a corner, “I'm sorry, I don't speak Binary. I'm counting on you.” Moving throughout the base avoiding commandos he calls back out to the droid, “R5, how are those schematics coming?” A schematic of the base appears, “Got it. Good job, buddy. That's the command center. The communications log says that's where he operates from. That's where we're goin'.” Din points at the blinking dot representing the command center on the hologram map.

“Ready?” He looks over at Grogu who coos, “Stay close. Let's go.” With only his skills Din moves through the halls before reaching the hall leading to the command center with barrier shields stopping any from entering, “The command center is down there. I don't have any weapons so this might get messy. R5. There are some barrier shields. I'm gonna need you to deactivate them one at a time.” The droid beeps understanding his assignment, “On my command. Got it?”

Din peeks around the corner seeing the multiple rows of guards he would have to take one, “Deactivate the first shield.” The red shield comes and Din rushes forward throwing a swing at the guard closest to him sending him to the ground and kicking his leg out hitting the other one. Grabbing the guard getting up barely dodging a blaster fire that kills the one in front of him. Spinning him to deflect the attack with the dead guard’s shield he pulls the knife from his belt while throwing it. It lodges into the other's neck and Din rushes forward to grab the blaster but the guard falls back into a drop disappearing.

“R5, next shield.” Din calls out as the second barrier opens controlled by the droid his two enemies armed with electro-riot batons and shields. Rushing forward kneeing on in the face sending him crashing into the barrier and quickly deflecting the attack from the guard behind him bringing him to the ground. Grabbing the baton jamming into the space between armor from the guard in front of him then spin kicks the other off the ledge. Picking up the shield now with a weapon and defense steps forward to the two awaiting guards behind the shield.

“R5, next shield.”

Slamming the shield against one guard against their blaster fire, jamming the electric baton into the knee of one guard brings him down shielding himself. Attacking his chest as the guard grunts hitting the ground and Din stabs the baton in his helmet electrocuting the guard to death. Grabbing the blaster firing at the guard and getting to his feet, the two fire and shield against one another, “R5, next shield,” Din calls out firing but no response comes through, “R5, next shield! R5!” Din yells into his comm blocking another blow as the smoke from the blasters fills the area.

“R5, next shield.” The last barrier opens and slides through the smoke tripping one of the guards grabbing the blaster. Spinning around to stand firing at the guard that fires but it hits Din’s beskar armor. Killing the guard before moving towards the unarmed one trying to rise up but he quickly pulls the trigger. The air is fresh with gun residue the adrenaline in the bounty hunter’s blood fading with the trail of bodies. Grogu peeks around the corner seeing the aftermath and Din motions him to come over. “R5, good job, buddy.” Din compliments the droid as he hears beeps coming from the droid.

Opening the door reveals a long hallway covered in tanks that line the walls. Din and Grogu slowly creep through the halls before Din holds his hand out stopping the child, “Wait here.” He moves to a control table trying to figure out the information. He hears a whimper from the child as he looks frightened by the clones, “That's not Gideon. Those are his clones.” The small child looks at the tank holding a sleeping clone of his former captor. Its eyes snap open producing a cry as Grogu stumbles back while handling the droid. Din presses certain buttons tampering with the controls as the console begins beeping and powering down,

“Let's go.” The two rush escaping the room as an alarm goes off the tanks exploding water spilling out as the doors close behind them. Din turns away from the doors and Grogu and the air leaves Din’s body as his legs become stone. The room lay bare no Gideon in sight but a chair and a familiar figure hunched over blood surrounding the person. His body rushes forward whipping around the chair and his heart drops but also rage fills his body as he stares at the young girl. You were covered in blood, your injuries he couldn’t tell where they started or where they ended. One of your arms hung limply at your side still restrained but he saw the odd angle and cringed. His hands shake slightly as he cups your face and you seem to react to the touch as you murmur your eyes blinking up trying to see, one of your eyes was quickly turning black and blue.

“Kaz…” Your voice is hoarse and weak and his chest burns at the thought in your state of pain and exhaustion you thought he was someone who was long gone.

“Kid…it’s me,” He tries to keep his voice calm pushing back the blood-soaked hair away from you, “I’m gonna get you out of here.” A sudden blaster fire barely misses you both and Din is forced to pull away both him and Grogu hide behind some walls. The mechanical footsteps clank against the ground as Din holds the blaster between his hands.

“My clones were finally going to be perfect,” Gideon’s rage-filled voice surrounds the room, “The best parts of me but improved by adding the one thing I never had. The Force. I was isolating the potential to wield the Force, and incorporating it into an unstoppable army. And you smothered them before they could draw their first breath” He hisses and Din could feel the fury coming from him. A hitch of breath as a mechanical whirring fills the air and a choked gasp fills the air.

“So I’ll take the breath from who you care for,” Gideon growls tightening his strong grip around your throat. Din whips around firing at Gideon but the blaster bolts bounce off his beskar armor does make Gideon release you your head dropping as Gideon fires a missile at Din. Dodging the attack he charges at him with his jetpack the two being pushed into the hangar entering combat. Gideon hurls Din aside as he collides with a large crate quickly receiving beskar-fueled punches in the gut and the face rattling the bounty hunter. Grabbing the Mandalorian by the chestplate hurling off to the floor before launching another attack on him. Din rolls out of the way right as Gideon slams a fist into the ground denting the metal floors.

The sounds of battle from the hangar rage on and in the air as Mandalorians fight against the imperials for their homeworld. Everything was painful just breathing hurt, you wanted it to all fade away praying it would all just stop. A metal hand gently pulls up your face and you felt a cooling sensation across your face as you slowly force your eyes to open seeing the arm of a droid and the small green child. Grogu coos as the healing medicine sprays across your face and he pulls away and you wince feeling something jab into your leg a small burning sensation.

“Grogu…” You whisper and you hear the ‘yes’ come from the child as it moves away from you and you hear the whirring sound and sparks coming off you. Whatever healing spray had made your face grow numb but whatever was put into your leg, you felt your heart rate beating faster and the surge of energy in your limbs. You hear a crack of metal and something falling off as you slump forward falling off the chair unable to hold or catch yourself. You hit the ground with a groan and you hear the loud cry from Din as you see through blurry vision him on the ground the same red armorer guards around him. You hear footsteps pass by you as your heartbeat becomes the only thing you can hear as you force yourself onto your back.

Din groans in pain as the blade is brought deeper into his armor when a voice comes through, “No, no, no.” Din sees Grogu’s angry expression as he slams his fist on the voice button. The three Praetorian Guards pull away now a new target as they force the child back into the command center.

“No!” Din cries out the fear of seeing another one of his children hurt as he scrambles to his feet. A missile hits him directly at his back sending him to the ground but he back on his feet with the urgency to save them when a fibercord whip wraps around his neck dragging him right back to Gideon as the doors close putting the Imperial Guards with both his defenseless children.

You hear the fighting that had entered the room and the cries coming from Grogu as you see flashes of fighting but too weak to stand up. Get up. They are going to kill him if you don’t fight. He’s going to die because of you. You roll over to your side a loud groan coming from you drawing the attention of one of the guards as they come over to you. Your limbs shake with pain as you push yourself with one arm up to be on your hands and knees. A sharp kick to your ribs knocks you back down with a cry as you gasp for air. Don’t stop…stand up. Pushing yourself a strained grunt comes as you return to your knees another kick knocks you back down landing on your back as you try to get air. You can’t do it…you’re too weak.

“I’m sorry…” You whisper tears falling into your hair as the guard stands above you the spear in his grasp.

“Get up…” A voice calls out a whisper the feeling of home flooding your veins, “Come on mesh’la you have to fight.” His voice is like a medicine that heals all wounds. You feel the gentle touch on your skin a caress down your face as he leans down a kiss placed on your forehead. You see the guard raise up his spear to deliver the killing blow it all happening in slow motion.

“Get up.”

The weapon swings down stopping just before your chest a mere hair away when a force stops him. The guard tries pushing down more but is unable to move his body frozen in place. A choking fills the air as he grabs his neck releasing the staff before a large crack fills the air. Din enters the command center having left Bo-Katan to fight against Gideon to see one of the guards collapse to the ground and you laying on the ground beside the body. The others are about to attack Grogu with Din fires his blaster at one of them. The two quickly dispose of the guards together with Din’s combat and Grogu’s force abilities. Din checks over the child when he hears a groan coming from the other side of the room. His head snaps over seeing you on your feet though shakily and Din rushes over his arm wrapping around your waist and holding you up.

“Kid! I’m sorry…maker this is all my fault..” He whispers as you barely register his words looking towards the hangar and seeing Bo-Katan and Gideon fighting. “You stay here. I’ll be back.” You groan in protest before he forces you back to the ground against a wall to sit.

“Gideon…he has to-” “I know…I know you can’t be moving alright.” He says before your left in that room once again but the second he’s gone your hand is clawing at the wall to bring yourself to your feet. This was your fight just as much as theirs and you were going to make sure Gideon was dead.

Bo-Katan spins the Darksaber disarming the electrostaff from Gideon’s grasp but he sends a mighty punch sending her sliding across the ground. Bo-Katan pushes herself to her feet as Gideon pulls off a weapon from his belt and a howl fills the air as a brilliant orange glow reflects on the black beskar. “Hand over the Darksaber and I will give you a warrior's death.” The warlord demands. Rushing towards him with a yell sabers crash against one another as Bo-Katan launches a renewed attack striking him in spots but it has no effect on the beskar armor. However, Gideon is an indomitable force grabbing Bo-Katan’s hand midswing the two holding the Darksaber. With a crush from his gauntlet, he destroys the ancient weapon bringing the female to her knees. The broken hilt lies on the ground as he rips her helmet off kicking Bo-Katan to the ground as she slides toward the edge.

“The Darksaber is gone. You've lost everything,” Stalking towards her taunting the failed Mandalorian, “Mandalorians are weak once they lose their trinkets.”

Bo-Katan rises to her knees a smirk on her face, “Mandalorians are stronger together.” A sudden blaster bolt strikes Gideon from behind and he quickly turns seeing the Mandalorian firing at him. Exchanging fire as Gideon is drawn towards the edge blocking the attacks with the saber. Firing from his wrist Gideon strikes down Din multiple times though shielded by the beskar still stuns him. Bo-Katan slides protecting him using her shield. The hangar shakes sparks flying in the air as the hurtling imperial cruiser descends on the base. Bo-Katan rushes forward with a warrior cry as Gideon raises the saber when he’s thrown back and smacks into the ground. The deactivated saber is released from his hand and Gideon tries to grab it when it’s pulled past him into a person’s grasp. Gideon looks towards where the weapon went the true fear that runs through him. Blood soaks her dirty clothes the broken arm limp at her side, how she was standing after the beating she received he wouldn’t know, in her working hand, the deadly weapon ignites producing a brilliant orange glow.

Gideon raises his blaster firing it at you but with quick reflexes, they deflect hitting him back as he stumbles back towards the edge. You keep trudging forward blocking his attacks as he grows closer and closer to the ledge. He rushes forward to attack you when a blade goes straight through the gap in his chest plate and stomach. A hitch in his breath as the blade digs deep staring into your gaze the haunting look in your eyes.

“This is the non-diplomatic option.” You grunt ripping the saber out as debris rains down the ship crashing into the hangar. Arms wrap around you pulling you to the ground as you are shielded from the inferno hearing Gideon’s screams. You expected the heat from the flames to incinerate you opening your eyes and seeing the barrier all around you the flames and destruction not touching you. Din and Bo-Katan lower their arms from shielding themselves as the three of you look at the small child before you protecting you all. Lowering the Force bubble the flames go from around you as Grogu plops down exhausted from the use as the three of you stand up viewing the destruction. The base is in shambles the flames and smoke from the attack, your gaze moves to where Gideon stands nothing there burnt to ashes. It was a lightweight feeling knowing he was truly dead the battle finally over. With so many lost and many that never saw the end of the journey there were necessary but heartbreaking so you could win.

A cave once left abandoned the light from natural fluorescents the torches empty now lit. The banging of drums fills the tunnels only growing louder reaching the mouth of the cave. Banners of clan signets as clan heads line the path a pathway of torches leading to the steps of water. “I swear on my name and the names of the ancestors..” The Armorer speaks to the small boy a shallow bowl in her grasp, “I swear on my name and the names of the ancestors..”

“That I shall walk the Way of the Mand'alor…” "That I shall walk the Way of the Mand'alor…”

“And the words of the Creed shall be forever forged in my heart.” The crowd watches as the boy recites the creed. It had been months since his first try at joining the Creed and now he stands in the water speaking those words heavy in his heart with the loss of his father, “And the words of the Creed shall be forever forged in my heart.”

The Armorer kneels down scooping up some of the living waters pouring on the beskar helmet as he rises to stand, “This is the Way.”

Ragnar nods repeating the words, “This is the Way.” The crowd of Mandalorians from the Children of the Watch repeat the words. Ragnar steps away rejoining his clan as a Mandalorian in silver beskar armor holding a small infant reaches the steps. Placing the child on the step before the water and the man entering the water slightly.

“Grogu is my apprentice.” The once-bounty hunter gestures to the small child, “He is no longer a foundling. Add him to the Song.”

“He is too young to speak so he is too young to take the Creed.” The Armorer shakes her head as the child babbles proving her point, “He must remain a foundling.”

Din is silent looking at the child that looks sad at the news, “If his parent gave permission, couldn't he then become a Mandalorian apprentice?” The Armorer is silent before nodding, “Yes, but his parents are far from here…if they are even alive.” Her words hinted at some underlying solution. The man looks at the child before speaking,

“Then I will adopt him as my own.” The small child looks up in surprise at the news and the Armorer accepts this decision, “This is the Way.” She says and the man repeats the words.

The female Mandalorian turns to face the crowd of Mandalorians, “Let it be written in Song that Din Djarin is accepting this foundling as his son,” She turns looking at the child now adopted by the man, “You are now Din Grogu, Mandalorian apprentice.”

“This is the Way.” The Mandalorians chant and she holds her hand up silencing them, “You must leave Mandalore and take your apprentice on his journeys, just as your teacher did for you.” The Armorer explains and Din nods, “This is the Way.”

The child now legally under the watch of Din babbles cheerfully and in the depths of the waters before them, a creature stirs almost sensing the change. Din grabs Grogu bidding farewell to the Armorer and other members of the tribe. From the corner of his eye, Din sees the flutter of a cloak as they disappear from the living waters. A lone girl viewing the spectacle many troubling thoughts running through her.

Hidden in the shadows watching as the Armorer and Bo-Katan stand before the Great Forge with the Mandalorians from both fractions watching their leader. The Armorer produces a torch passing it to the woman who moves holding it over the forge. The flame ignites the gas the Forge of their people relit after years of remaining dormant. The clanking of the vambraces creates a synchronized rhythm as Woves starts a chant, “For Mandalore!” “For Mandalore!” “For Mandalore!” The fractions brought together their planet back with the rightful owners as they chanted for their victory but also for those they had lost and their sacrifice would not be in vain. Bo-Katan looks over the crowd a wide smile on her face seeing her people together once again but she catches the gaze of a lone figure not in Mandalorian armor. The cloak and mask hid the still healing injuries but she could see the tired eyes that watch the excitement of the people around her but she lacks any. Bo-Katan could see the defeat in them none of this was a victory in their eyes too much loss and the pain was too great to think of the positive. Their eyes meet and she could tell the look in their eyes and what it meant. No words needed to be spoken as the figure disappears in the crowd that she couldn’t keep up. Bo-Katan tries to keep a smile for her people but it cracks just slightly with the information she knew.

Returned to Nevarro where this whole journey began Greef claps his hand on Din's shoulder, “The people of Nevarro appreciate all you've done, Mando.” Pulling a small chip and holding it out for him, “I want to give you this deed to a cabin just outside of town where you can lay low with your new family if you choose so. Between adventures.”

Din accepts this gracious gift nodding in thanks, “Thank you.” Greef chuckles kneeling down to the small child on the steps, “And that goes for you too, Din Grogu.” Greef stands up noticing the third person apart of their group missing, “And where is the other one? I was certain she would stay with you all unless she’s with that Mandalorian of hers. I certainly like him as a partner.”

Din sighs shaking his head, “She’s here just…going through a lot. I’m giving her some space.” Din looks around the city. This was their new home to reside in while Din works as a personal contractor for the New Republic. “The boy…Kaz, he didn’t make it.”

Greef’s expression drops, “My condolences…well be sure to send her my apologizes for her loss.” The air was tense and it seemed to remain that when they had left Mandalore, even going to the Adelphi base, to even here. He was giving you the time you needed, you were still healing from your injuries refusing any medicine that would require you to be unconscious. With no choice but to respect your decision giving you the best he could get but just time would heal all wounds. While the physical wounds may leave scars that would soon fade the ones on your mind and heart would never.

“And I have a gift for you as well.” Din breaks the tension and appears from the crowd the newly reconstructed IG-11, “Greetings, citizens. I am IG-11, your new Marshal. Your new Marshal of Nevarro.” The crowd cheers as their new Marshal greets them all.

“I am here to serve and protect the citizenry. I am at your disposal and serve at your pleasure.” Greef laughs seeing the familiar droid, “There we go.”

Days on Nevarro settled into your new home a place for Din to relax for now before the New Republic called for him. During these times spent making the cabin home, Grogu enters school and gets to grow up. It all seemed well in this home the other missing piece was yourself. Din felt like you were a ghost, your injuries had healed up but you were hesitant with this place he had reassured multiple times was yours. A room that was strictly yours, getting you new clothing, having home-cooked meals, and even trying to get you to go out into the city and have fun and be young again. It was the opposite though he felt like he was pulling teeth and you would only do these to soothe his worries but he still saw the hollowness in your expression, the mask you put up, and weak smiles. He saw your body thin from the lack of food, rushing into your room hearing your screams at night from the memories that plagued you, the dark circles under your eyes from forcing yourself to stay awake to avoid being trapped inside your mind. Give her time he kept telling himself but time wasn’t helping and it all seemed to build up until the thinning string finally snapped.

The sun was beginning to set and Grogu was playing with the small ball of his in the living room as Din finished up dinner placing it off to the side to cool off. “Come on kid,” Coming over scooping his son up, “Let’s get your sister.” Grogu babbles still playing with the ball as they move to the front of the house where a small pond lies. Din had set up a small chair beside the door that he normally kicks back and watches Grogu play. By the pond resting against a tree right by the water there you sit knees tucked under your chin, your focus on the rippling water as frogs and small fishes swim around.

“Kid!” He calls out and you slowly look away meeting his gaze as he stands by the threshold of the house, “Dinner come.” He says and he sees the hesitation on your face as you turn looking back at the water. Din sighs coming towards the tree to get you to come his pace slows to a stop when he notices a bag beside you that looks fully packed.

“Kid…” He calls out hesitant about where this conversation could possibly be going. You were dressed in the clothes that you hadn’t worn since the battle on Mandalore, the cloak wraps around you as you continue staring at the waters. Din waits for the words he fears seeing the expression on your face the pieces coming together.

“I can’t stay here.”

And the air goes thin as his fear becomes a reality. His grip tightens on Grogu slightly as he looks down on you as you start up again, “I can’t just live here happy while he is seen as nothing but a sacrifice for that planet.” Din knew who you were talking about as your voice tighten up and you look up blinking away those tears.

“I know you’re hurting you just need time…I know it hurts now-” Din tries reassuring you but when you looked at him he felt his chest twist as he stops speaking. You had already made your decision and it was just more painful than you saying the words.

“I don’t sleep. I don’t eat. I’m…I’m not like you or the kid…I don’t know what to do anymore…I tried and I tried so damn hard. But I can’t close my eyes without seeing him…” You hold back a cry as you swipe at your sniffling nose, “I’m not telling you to give up this place you deserve a home to settle and be happy but I…I have lost everything all my life…everyone I have loved has either died or left me. Everyone except for you…” You say looking at Din and you feel the anguish coming from him and the glassy look in Gorgu’s eyes.

“I’m so scared of being alone and I don’t want to lose you but sitting here I’m reminded about how I’ve failed all of them.” You say with a shaky breath before looking away from him whispering your fear. “How I might fail you.” It’s a painful silence that is filled with distress and sorrow as Din is told the troubles you’ve been dealing with all this time, even before Mandalore, since your childhood.

“Please don’t try to stop me.” You beg him and it’s so quiet you thought he left but when you look up at him he’s still there. This would have to be the hardest thing to go through and experience. You were so used to people leaving you or the small chance at happiness…love being ripped away from you. It was worst being the one to leave when you knew how much they cared for you…loved you.

“Can…” His voice cracks slightly, “Can you at least stay for dinner?” He speaks in a mere whisper and you hear the sadness in his voice. If he wasn’t wearing that helmet you would see the tears streaming down his face. The tears you tried keeping in start sliding down your face as you hold a fist to your mouth holding back choked sobs. Taking a shaky inhale as your throat is thick with tears,

“If I stay I’ll never leave…” This breaks both of you as you swipe at your tears standing up, “i’m sorry..” Grabbing the pack and slinging it over your shoulder not before grabbing an item from it and holding it out to him in his freehand that isn’t holding Grogu grabs the small object seeing the cloaked binary beacon.

“If you ever need me…no matter where in the galaxy,” You clear your throat pulling up your sleeve and showing the matching one of your wrist, “I’ll find you.” It’s a promise that while you may be lightyears and planets apart you would always find your way home. Back to him… Din curls his hand around the object as he looks at you...his daughter. It’s silent as you step forward rubbing your fingers between Grogu’s ear as he gives a coo and you lean forward pressing a kiss on his forehead. Looking up at the beskar helmet that does nothing to hide his emotion and he raises a hand swiping away the stray tears before pulling you into his chest. You feel the shake of his chest as he cries and you bit your lip to stop yourself from breaking. Held in his arms until you had no choice but to pull away for your sake if not you would never leave.

“Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum…ad” (I love you…daughter)

He memorizes everything about you, from your hair to your nose, your mouth, the crease between your eyebrows, the weariness in your tear-filled eyes, every detail. For a moment he was back on Arvala-7 looking down at the bright-eyed girl as she held his knife demanding answers. How times had changed? You weren’t a quarry or some cargo, you were his daughter from the beginning even if he didn’t realize it. Though blood is not shared you were his daughter and he was your father and nothing would change it.

“Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum…buir” (I love you…dad)

The words repeated back before you turn away and walk towards the ship. Tears flow like rivers down your face as you grow further and further from Din and Grogu. You hear the small cry from Grogu that makes you bite your lip to hold back your sobs as you reach your X-Wing. You throw the bag into the cargo compartment as R4 beeps sadly from his droid port. Pulling yourself onto the wing entering the cockpit as the canopy closes and you start up the ship. Your eyes betray you glancing at Din who still stands by the pond holding his son as he watches you. Your gaze holds for a second before you are the one that breaks contact as the ship powers up and dust kicks up as the ship begins to take off.

Din stands there watching the ship depart staring until you are a dot in the sky and even after you’re long gone probably in hyperspace he stands there. It wasn’t until Grogu made a noise of sadness but also needed to be fed that he looks away. His limbs are shaky but filled with carbonite as he forces himself to enter the home not before looking at the beacon in his hand that beeps showing the connection between the two were still active. Din turns back looking up at the sky and the large galaxy that lies before himself. He wasn’t sure how long it would be until he sees you again but you three would be reunited again.

As a Clan of Three.

A/N: It's over. OH MY GOD! I started writing this series in January of 2021 and it is now August of 2023. I'm extremely grateful to everyone who has read this series and enjoyed it. I'm so proud of all the time and work put into it and the plenty of tears shed writing this. Literally, this series wouldn't exist without the support of you guys and the amazing story that is The Mandalorian. You all are incredible and thank you so much for reading and sticking for the ride.

#star wars #star wars fanfiction #the mandalorian #clan of three #clan of three series #din djarin fanfiction #din djarin #din djarin x reader #din djarin x teen!reader #din djarin x jedi!reader #din x reader #din djarin x y/n #mando x reader

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moiravim · 2 years ago

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Found part 2

Dad!Din Djarin x Teen!GN!yn part 2

Summary: Din bonding with his children; Grogu and YN.

it had been just a few days since Din had taken you in. He was quiet at first but slowly started warming up to you.

One of the first things you noticed about him was how protective he was of you. He took you and Grogu's wellbeing very seriously.

You had gotten sick and are currently in 'bed rest'. It was miserable. You were sweating and your head was aching worst than you'd ever felt before.

You could tell Din was stressed by the way he was acting. He wouldn't let you get up and would do everything for you. He was already like this, but now that your sick it's ten times worst.

He babies you but you just want to get back to normal again. You've been bored out of your mind.

Grogu and you had become close friends. Although you were very different, you both shared a father figure. That was the main cause of your sibling-like relationship.

It was also nice being around someone who wasn't an adult. Someone you could play around and get into trouble with.

You room was very small and had a mattress placed in the corner along with a few toys scattered and a basket of clothes. A few hours ago Din had tucked you and Grogu in bed and the two of you were supposed to be sleeping.

But currently you and Grogu were playing catch. Grogu was using the force while you played how you used to see other kids play.

Din walked in to check on you and when he realized you were playing he said; "Hey, stop that. Grogu, you need to save your energy. And YN. your supposed to be sleeping. Go to bed." He says as he takes the ball from you.

You frown and lay back down. "How much longer?" You ask in a miserable voice. He looks down at you and responds; "just a few more days. It'll go by faster if you sleep."

You nod your head and close your eyes. Din grabs your blanket and tucks you in before picking up Grogu and leaving the room.

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justafanficwriter · 2 years ago

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𝐑𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬

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➾ 𝐂𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐲𝐬𝐭 - 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧 [𝐎𝐧𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠]

➤ 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐁𝐲 : @dindjarindiaries

Pairing[s] : Din Djarin [The Mandalorian] & Foundling!Reader [Gender Neutral]

Summary : When the streets of Nevarro can no longer satisfy your desires for adventure and belonging, you run headfirst into the Mandalorian — taking you on a journey that will change the two of you forever.

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➾ 𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 - 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧 [𝐎𝐧𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠]

➤ 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐁𝐲 : @dumbbitchenergy17

Pairing[s] : Father Figure!Din Djarin x Platonic!Teen!Reader

Summary : A Mandalorian, an infant with a history of the jedi, and a teenager with similar powers with an undiscovered lineage. An unlikely group to travel the galaxy together.

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➾ 𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐒𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐛 - 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐊𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 [𝐎𝐧𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠]

➤ 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐁𝐲 : @80pairsofcrocs

Pairing[s] : Steven Grant x [Platonic] Reader, Marc Spector x [Platonic] Reader, Jake Lockley x [Platonic] Reader, & Khonshu x [Platonic] Reader

Summary : In which a schizophrenic teenager could see a certain god.

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➾ 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 - 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐊𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 [𝐎𝐧𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠]

➤ 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐁𝐲 : @yikesitskennawrites

Pairing[s] : Steven Grant x [Platonic] Reader, Marc Spector x [Platonic] Reader, Jake Lockley x [Platonic] Reader, & Layla El Faouly x [Platonic] Reader

Summary : You moved to London after you came back from the blip a year ago. You moved for a new change and a fresh start. Everything was going swell until you nearly get mugged and your strange neighbor is the one to save you. Now, you have the opportunity to learn about the man who has peaked your interest over the past couple of weeks; you’re going to do exactly that.

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➾ 𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞 - 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐊𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 [𝐎𝐧𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠]

➤ 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐁𝐲 : @l3m0ncyan

Pairing[s] : Steven Grant / Marc Spector x Hispanic!Teen!Reader

Summary : Moving from California to London in order to attend her dream school, Y/N L/N has to get used to the different climate and culture. Thinking it would only be her against the city, her across-the-hall neighbor helps her not only unlock her door but to get used to England. With things seeming well, a huge turn in both their lives happens and new secrets come out. Also, now it turns out Y/N has to help her neighbor save the world with the help of a moon god.

#moon knight #moon knight x reader #moon knight x teen!reader #steven grant x teen!reader #marc spector x teen!reader #layal el faouly x teen!reader #jake lockley x teen!reader #khonshu x teen!reader #the mandalorian #the mandalorian x reader #din djarin x teen!reader #the mandalorian x teen!reader

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rainbowsprinkledpirate · 2 years ago

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To The Sound of Beskar

Pairing: The Mandalorian/Din Djarin x Older!Male!Reader

Summary: When dropping off your latest bounty, you have the vague feeling that you will see the Mythrol, Mirialan, and Zygerrian again someday. Until you end up with more pressing matters to worry about. Like how Greef Karga immediately sends you after a new bounty when you step foot in the bounty hunter guild's cantina.

AN: If you can't tell, I suck at writing fight scenes, and The Mandalorian series contains a lot. So, here's to a long ride and lots of research on my end on how to write it! 😃👍

Chapter II: Strengthen Those Beside You

It was easy to get lost in thought when traveling through space.

The swirl of color drew you into a sense of peace unlike anything else you've ever experienced, allowing you to let go for a moment. You got lost in thought more often than you'd like to admit when flying.

Currently, you were thinking about the training Din had gone through.

Was he able to learn everything you had?

When Concordia was attacked, you were both still very young. From what you recall, you were still going through training even then. And you were able to be on your own a few weeks after the tribe had settled on Nevarro.

The younger kids, like Din and Paz, had their training pushed back. Yet you doubt the older Mandalorians let them skip for long.

Din had to have finished his training, or the other Mandalorians wouldn't let him keep sneaking away to join you on dangerous bounty-hunting missions without speaking with you about it.

Right?

"...ey. Hey, are you alright?" A hand shaking your shoulder pulls you from your thoughts. Din doesn't let go even when you crane your neck to look up at him.

You examine him, feeling a stupid smile crawl across your lips before noticing the beep from the navigator in front of you two. Damn, you had to start doing something to avoid wasting fuel by zoning out between jumps.

Pressing the right buttons to exit hyperspeed, you manually take over to fly back to Nevarro.

"Yeah, I was just lost in thought." You mutter before tightening your grip on the Crest's steering wheel. Din's fingers squeeze your shoulder before he lets go.

"You should just let me fly. I don't think you've been getting enough sleep lately."

He was one to talk.

Wait.

Was it just you, or did Din sound oddly grown up suddenly?

Ting.

Din chuckles after the bolt bounces off the top of your helmet. You turn to glare silently after him as he exits the cockpit.

He lazily tosses over his shoulder before completely disappearing from sight, "I think I'm a better flyer anyways."

No, he hasn't grown up at all. That womp rat.

Sighing heavily, you fly the Crest to an open space close to the city. You maneuver it between a freighter and a quadjumper. Checking that there was enough space for Greef's guys to get the quarries out.

Stepping out of the cockpit after powering down the Crest, you head down the ladder leading into the belly of the ship.

Din waits for you by the open ramp. From your place by the ladder, you watch how his lazy demeanor shifts back to that of the cold Mandalorian. Shoulders squared and back straight.

You can't stop the ache stinging your heart as you stride past him.

If you could choose for him to have a different life, you would. One where he was still on Aq Vetina learning whatever from his parents. One where he didn't have to put up a shield between himself and everyone else.

"Hey! Watch it, Mando." The words are spat at you like poison when you accidentally bump into a rough-looking Trandoshan. You say nothing and stare him down from behind your helmet until he sidesteps you with a sneer and continues on his way.

This was the life Din was born into. One where he had to learn from the world around him. One where he was safe behind the mask because it protected him from those who wished him harm.

This wasn't a life you would willingly choose for anyone. But it gave some a second chance.

You make your way through the bustle of the city, and the crowd parts around you. Din follows behind silently as you head to the bounty hunter's guild.

When your shadow darkens the guild's entrance, Greef Karga rises from his table further in the cantina.

"Mando! Glad to see you back. Good job on those last bounties." Karga tilts his glass at you with a smile. "Come, come! I believe I have something that will help secure your spot in the guild." He beckons you over.

You ignore the glares and whispers rising from the other bounty hunters as you and Din move to sit in front of Karga. Said man completely ignores them and focuses solely on you.

He jovially states with a flourish of a bounty puck, "This bounty is one of the most important ones I have gotten as of late. But I trust you can handle it, Mando."

He slides the puck your way, humming, "You're headed to Gamorr. This particular bounty is a slaver wanted in many parsecs. Goes by the name Bhoa Myoduza. She should be easy to find, considering she's likely the only Rodian on Gamorr."

You snag the puck before standing up.

Staring down at Karga, you question him with vauge curiosity, "Any idea which part of the planet she's on?"

"That planet is ravaged by war. Surely there is one quiet place that would stand out." Din speaks up after Karga shakes his head at your question. For a moment, his looks as if he's about to shake his head again when his face lights up.

"Now that you mention it, I believe there is one place you could check first. Ah, but it requires one of the locals to take you there."

Din sighs beside you before standing to follow you.

That wasn't going to be easy.

The Gamorreans were too focused on fighting each other to worry about helping a Mandalorian looking for a bounty. But it wasn't like you needed their help. You would figure it out yourself. With Din, things would be easier. Strengthen those beside you. That's what Din was good at. And you were glad he was born into this life with you.

Next Chapter -> tbd

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book-place · 2 years ago

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Send some mandalorian requests!!

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anakinstwinklebunny · 5 months ago

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SPIDER MAN!ANAKIN

HUSBAND/DAD!CLAYTON BERESFORD

SWEETHEART!ANAKIN 2

CLAYTON BERESFORD X F!HOCKEY PLAYER

DILF!ANAKIN (smut)

DILF!ANAKIN (fluff)

SAM MONROE (relationship), SCOTT BARRINGER WITH PIERCED EARS

DAD!STEPHEN GLASS (headcanons)

DILF!ANAKIN (smut) -> he wanted to have an appetizer before dinner, how could you say no to those eyes?

AOTC!anakin x shy!reader -> first kiss, (fluff)

MAFIA!ANAKIN -> mafia!ani killing one of his men who badmouthed you and the thrill of the kill makes him horny so he has to let it out, right?

TEENAGE DAD!SAM MONROE -> smoking problem around the baby (short fic)

EXTROVERT!ANAKIN X SHY!READER (headcanons)

TEENAGE DAD!SAM MONROE -> more headcanons

EVERY HAYDEN CHRISTENSEN CHARACTER COMPLECT

GIRL DAD!SCOTT BARRINGER

TEEN DAD!SAM MONROE -> picking names

ALL HAYDEN CHARACTER'S REQUEST

MONROE TWINS: HIGHSCHOOL LOVE

BOSS!STEPHEN GLASS

PROFFESOR!ANAKIN -> he has to entertain his little student..right?

SAM MONROE -> mistletoe belly button piercing

DILF!ANAKIN -> fluff

MAFIA!ANAKIN -> murdered for some, a pookie dad for others..

DILF!ANAKIN

AOTC!ANAKIN -> changing universe..

STALKER!ANAKIN -> chasing the shadows..

CEO!ANAKIN -> late work coming home..

JAMES KELLY -> tied up boy..

DAD!DAVID RICE

KURT -> disgusting dirty little smut..

ANAKIN X MANDALORIAN!READER -> do you love me?

HOCKEY PLAYER!ANAKIN -> smut

HAYDEN CHRISTENSEN -> angsty fluff

SCOTT BARRINGER -> new year's with you..

SAM MONROE

DILF!ANAKIN -> fluff

JAMES KELLY -> fluff

TEENAGE DAD!SAM MONROE X READER -> fluff

CLAYTON BERESFORD -> angst

TEENAGE GIRL DAD!SAM MONROE -> fluff

ANAKIN SKYWALKER (smut) -> apocalypse..

NERD!ANAKIN (fluff) -> snow walk..

SAM MONROE -> fluff

NERD!ANAKIN (fluff) -> period help..

SAM MONROE (fluff) -> matching piercings..

HAYDEN CHRISTENSEN (smut) -> bare sky..

NERD!ANAKIN X WRITER!READER/ WRITER!ANAKIN X NERD!READER (fluff)

SAM MONROE QUOTES

ANAKIN SKYWALKER -> apocalypse..

SWEETHEART!ANAKIN (fluff) -> beach time..

NERD!ANAKIN (smut) -> he has two passions - astrophysics and you

SPIDERMAN!ANAKIN -> ‘I guess that makes me your guardian angel...’

TEEN DAD!SAM MONROE (fluff) -> cuddles and make out..

TEEN DAD!SAM MONROE (fluff) -> period cuddles..

TEEN DAD!SAM MONROE (fluff) -> daycare meeting..

DAVID RICE -> stolen by a jumper..

TEEN DAD!SAM MONROE (fluff) -> cuddles, cuddles and cuddles..

In works..

You want to request smth? Inbox is open!

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thefrogdalorian · 10 months ago

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Candles

Din Djarin x GN!Reader

Summary: Even though Din insists he doesn't want you to make a fuss over his birthday, you cannot resist spoiling him in your own special way. Although your perfect day does not go entirely to plan, you are determined to make the best of it...

Word Count: 3.8k ✯ Rating: Teen ✯ Content Warnings: A few suggestive lines, mentions of grief/mourning parents. Other than that, pure fluff! ✯ Author's Note: Thank you @decembermidnight for betaing this one, I always appreciate your help! Since we don't know Din's canonical birthday I thought May the Fourth was a good excuse to celebrate... but you get it on Revenge of the Fifth instead! ☺︎ I saw a post from someone (can't remember who) that said Din has holes in his socks, it's a hc I hold dear and was fun to explore in this fic!

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Din Djarin does not delight in being doted upon. You know this with as much certainty as two suns rise over Tatooine.

Yet, you cannot resist your urge to spoil him on the one day of the year that is truly his.

Din's reluctance to be spoiled is precisely why you rose before dawn, pottering around the modest galley, gathering the ingredients necessary to bake a cake. You hope that even though Din is ordinarily a light sleeper, the energy he exerted in passion the previous evening will have sufficiently tired him out so that he sleeps in, for once.

After all, he does so much for you and the big-eared, bug-eyed baby boy you both vowed to raise as a Mandalorian warrior in the small cabin you share on Nevarro. Baking him a cake is the least you can do.

Preparing a cake to celebrate his birthday is not the only thing you have in mind. Even though Din already declared that the greatest gift of all is your love, you could not resist spending a few credits to treat him to a small gift. The thought of surprising him with it causes a knot of anxiety in your stomach, but you try to suppress those fears as you begin weighing out the ingredients.

You focus too on the beautiful sentiment Din expressed to you, how deeply he treasures your love. Such words are a far cry from the hardened, battle-weary warrior you had first encountered on Coruscant. Din reported to your boss, Carson Teva, for his latest missions from the New Republic. The first meeting in that office had left you curious, if a little intimidated, by the hulking Mandalorian who towered over you as you quietly worked at your desk.

Din extended a gloved hand to you at the end of your all-too-brief conversation. When you took it and shook it, marvelling at the softness of the leather and how his hand engulfed yours, you were sure that you had felt a spark. You wondered whether you detected a hint of longing in his lingering touch. Whether he, too, had felt a tingle across his skin as your hands touched.

Almost an entire cycle later, you had your answer.

You smile when you think back to those early days. How Din's visits became more frequent and led to longer and more personal conversations. Your chats became less concerned with threats that plagued the galaxy. Eventually, they continued outside the parameters of the depressing New Republic office building where you once worked.

Life with Din was everything you had yearned for and more. A boring bureaucratic desk job was never your desired lot in life. Din had opened up an entire galaxy of possibilities for you. He had brought you to Nevarro and given you the life you had always wanted but never expected for yourself.

All things considered, making a special effort for his birthday is the least you can do to attempt to repay the enormous debt of gratitude you owe to Din. A debt you are certain you will never truly manage to clear but are determined to try anyway.

So, rather than spending the first moments of light of Din’s birthday cuddling with him... instead, you find yourself hunched over the kitchen counters as pale orange light streams in from across the lava flats.

You hum quietly to yourself while you mix the carefully weighed-out ingredients, careful not to wake Din. Pouring the batter into the tins is a rather precarious manoeuvre and you are careful not to waste a single drop of the mixture.

With the cakes finally baking in the Nanowave, you turn your attention to the mountain of pots before you. Upon seeing it, you wish Din was a little more flexible on his no-droids policy. Or that Grogu was awake.

The kid has been known to use his powers to aid his parents with domestic chores from time to time, particularly if you allow him to sneakily eat a frog from his pond without his father noticing.

Unfortunately, there is to be no help. If you want to keep the secret cake under wraps until you present it to Din later, you must get stuck into washing up.

You make good progress, carefully scrubbing away the remnants of batter with a soapy rag. So consumed are you by your diligent cleaning of each pot and utensil that you do not hear familiar footsteps as they echo across the hard kitchen floor.

You let out a yelp of surprise into the stillness of the early morning when a familiar pair of long arms wrap around your waist and a chin rests upon your shoulder.

“Good morning, ner riduur,” Din rasps as he softly kisses the side of your neck.

His voice is rough and gravelly with sleep, even deeper than usual. You gasp as he presses himself into you. It seems that Din has sufficiently recovered from the exhausting activities which kept you awake for most of the night. Until dawn was far closer than you had intended, given how early you knew you had to be awake to bake his cake.

For a moment, it is enough to make you forget the task at hand.

Then you remember with a jolt why you are in the kitchen at such an early hour. You spin around in Din's embrace and vocalise your disapproval.

“Din! It's far too early. Go back to bed!” you plead, keen for him to leave immediately.

Din responds by tightening his grip on your waist and continuing to press hot, open-mouthed kisses on your neck. It takes all of your strength to push him away.

"Please, Din," you whine, staring into his eyes, “I'll join you soon.”

Din sighs and then nods slowly, “Don't be too long, I'll be lonely...”

You exhale deeply as he turns to leave, pleased that Din is none the wiser about the surprise sweet treat.

Unfortunately, the Nanowave has other plans. The characteristic ding lets you know that the cake is ready. Before you can respond, Din is over there in a shot. For the first time, you notice that he is wearing nothing except a pair of loose-fitting cotton shorts. His toned physique bared to you, muscles straining under his scarred skin as he leans over to take the cake out of the Nanowave.

Din spins around with the cake cradled in his hands, the tin covered in a towel to protect his hands. He raises an eyebrow at you, clearly confused at what you have been making.

“Surprise!” you halfheartedly exclaim, with a nervous chuckle, “Well, it was meant to be a surprise at least…”

“Ner kar’ta, you shouldn’t have,” Din whispers, with no true sense of disapproval in his tone. His brown eyes are glassy as he smiles at you with such tenderness that you feel your chest tighten.

Din asked you not to make a fuss over his birthday. But you can tell he is deeply touched by the gesture. The emotion on his face is almost enough to distract you from the fact that your riduur is barely clothed, practically glowing in the soft golden light which brings the promise of a new day.

Almost.

All frustration and disappointment vanished at the sight of him before you. Din is always stunning, but in dawn's soft, golden light, you are convinced he is the most breathtaking sight in the entire galaxy.

You take the cake from his hands and gently set it on the kitchen counter to cool. Although Din has seen the cake, he has no idea of the decoration you intend to adorn it with. Later. You can finish the cake later.

For now, those honey-flecked brown eyes and the expanse of golden skin on display are far too irresistible. You pad across the kitchen and wrap your arms around Din’s neck, pressing your lips against his. It is a show of intent. You groan in delight when he cups your cheeks with his large hands and deepens the kiss, tenderly stroking your cheeks with his thumbs.

Icing the cake can wait. For now, there is something far more mouthwatering to occupy your time...

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Fortunately, you and Din slipped some clothes on before you drifted off after exhausting yourselves with your early morning lovemaking. So, when Grogu uses the Force to leap onto your entwined forms a few hours later after the golden light has turned to something paler and more indicative of mid-morning, he is saved from a scandalous sight.

“Good morning, ad’ika,” Din coos, grinning widely in an expression which makes his eyes light up despite the sleepiness there.

Grogu chirps in response. His familiar baby babble is still only way he communicates with you and Din. Din nods and presses his forehead to his boy. Your heart soars as you watch the two of them interact.

You wonder how Din understands him. You love Grogu; bonding with him was effortless. But their bond is something special, something which goes beyond words, a bond which you feel truly privileged to witness. Grogu saved Din in so many ways and made him into the man who is so easy for you to love today.

“Why don’t you two get up and make something to eat?” you ask, yawning and stretching as you come around after the rude awakening.

“No special birthday breakfast for me?” Din asks, feigning incredulity.

“I thought you didn't want me to make a fuss?” you giggle, then add with a hint of seriousness, “I would never deprive you of a lazy morning of making flatcakes with your son.”

Din��s eyes flash with sentimentality and he leans over to kiss you again. Then, he rises from the bunk, chatting away to Grogu as he goes. You smile in their wake, so proud of your little Clan.

You had an ulterior motive for suggesting Din and Grogu prepare something to eat, unrelated to your reluctance to find yourself in the kitchen again given the considerable time you already spent there this morning. While Din and Grogu go to make breakfast, it gives you the perfect opportunity to finish wrapping Din’s present.

Even though he said there was nothing you could buy for him, you still wanted to treat Din to something that would truly be his own. Much of his disposable income and free time is spent making your and Grogu's lives easier. Although you know acts of service are his love language, the thought that he would not have any gifts to open for his birthday is unacceptable to you.

Mercifully, you had settled upon a present with surprising ease. You knew that Din needed nothing more than he already had to be satisfied, so the prospect of finding something small yet meaningful had seemed slightly daunting.

Fortunately, the weekly artisan market on Nevarro came to your rescue.

Din is meticulous in polishing and maintaining every part of his armour, especially the parts visible to the admiring eyes of others. Din does not neglect a single part of it.

There is one piece of his everyday attire, however, which was noticeably shoddy compared to the rest of his beskar brilliance—his socks.

They were threadbare and riddled with holes. A fact you had pointed out to Din numerous times, but the stubborn man still refused to have them darned.

So, when you saw the deep red, thick socks at the weekly market on Nevarro, you knew they would be perfect, to the extent that you had purchased two pairs.

You are sure that Din will appreciate them and not take umbrage with the gesture, that he will realise you are doing it for his comfort. Still, your hands tremble as you wrap the socks up in brightly coloured paper. You hope that the socks are as well-received as you have imagined they will be.

When Din calls to let you know that breakfast is ready, you stash the wrapped socks beneath the covers on your bunk and eagerly make your way to join them.

Although you try to be present and enjoy the simple domesticity of breakfast with them, your mind is preoccupied with worries about whether the gift will be appreciated. The worry does not dissipate, remaining a leaden weight in your gut.

After finishing the flatcakes, you insist on cleaning up since it’s Din’s birthday. Even though you have done far more washing up than you intended, having some alone time while Din takes Grogu outside to his favourite pond gives you time to think.

You had planned to give Din the socks after you returned from a planned walk across the lava flats. But when Din and Grogu return to the cabin and are eager to leave for the walk, you can wait no longer. You want to enjoy this time with them, rather than being preoccupied with worries over how your gift will be received.

Din and Grogu hover by the entryway, clearly buzzing with anticipation for the walk. You are relieved that Din had not yet placed his helmet on, cradling it under his arm. The days when he wore it constantly feel so long ago; like they are from another age. Over the time you have known him, you have seen far more of his brown eyes than that dark T-visor. Yet, he still wears it whenever you leave the cabin.

“Just need to use the ‘fresher,” you insist, excusing yourself.

“Alright,” Din nods.

Instead of heading to the ‘fresher however, you scoop up the presents from underneath the covers on your bunk, taking deep breaths to compose yourself as you head back towards them.

Din looks over at you curiously, shaking his head as he attempts to repress a smile when he sees the gift. You breathe a sigh of relief, grateful that he appears to be excited by the prospect of a present.

“I know you said no gifts, but these are practical, I promise,” you vow.

“You didn’t have to do this,” Din says sternly, his eyes darkened like they do when he scolds Grogu before his entire expression softens and you feel instant relief. He adds affectionately, “But thank you, ner kar'ta. You are too good to me.”

“You deserve it,” you smile, leaning in to kiss Din on his stubbled cheek.

Din nods and then tears into the brightly coloured paper. You wait with bated breath, anxious to see his response. For a terrible moment, he does not move. Then, your heart aches as his face drops. Din scowls at them, clearly unimpressed.

You open your mouth to apologise before Din plasters a grin across his face, a smile that does not quite reach his eyes and addresses you.

“Thank you, ner riduur,” Din smiles weakly, “Let me go and put them on right away.”

“Okay, Din,” you reply, your tone unsure.

Din hands Grogu to you and disappears off into your quarters. Grogu tilts his head to one side as though he is appraising the situation.

When Din is not quick to return, your concern is immediate. He had been itching to get out on the walk. Now that he is taking his time to put the socks on, you are certain something is wrong. Fear and guilt settle in the pit of your stomach.

“I don’t think he liked them,” you murmur, searching Grogu’s large eyes for answers.

Grogu nods slowly.

You take another steadying breath in preparation to assess the situation. Despite your trepidation, you head down the hallway towards your quarters. The thought of Din being unhappy for even a second on his birthday unsettles you, especially if you were the cause of such an unwelcome emotion.

When you make it to your room, the hulking silhouette of a Mandalorian warrior, with his broad shoulders slumped over in anguish greets you. The guilt is instant. You hover in the entryway for a few moments, cradling Grogu and pondering your next move.

“Din, did I offend you with the gifts?” you finally question as you set Grogu down on the bunk.

Din sighs and shakes his head, turning to face you. The happy expression of this morning has been replaced with one of anguish.

“I’m sorry I ruined your birthday,” you feebly murmur.

Din’s eyes widen in horror as he stands up from the edge of the bunk, instantly closing the distance between you and reaching out to hold your upper arms in his large hands.

“No, never,” he promises, brown eyes darkened with sincerity.

You nod, shooting him a sceptical look.

“They, uh…” Din closes his eyes and sighs, clearly struggling with something, “They just remind me of something…”

You look at him, still confused by his evasiveness. You weren’t sure what such a simple pair of deep red socks could have done to disturb him so deeply.

Din opens his eyes, “Of somewhere,” he clarifies before he shuts them again.

He pauses for a few more seconds and you stand there unmoving, barely daring to breathe.

“The colour reminds me of the robes we wore on the planet of my birth.”

You swallow the lump which has abruptly formed in your throat, nodding at him to indicate you understand. He does not have to elaborate, to go back there if he does not want to.

“Okay, Din,” you say gently, wrapping your arms around his waist and bringing his head into your chest, “I can exchange them for a different colour.”

Din shakes his head, “No, I love them. It was just…” he sucks in a deep breath, voice quivering slightly as he adds, “A surprise. I try to avoid that colour at all costs.”

You think back to why you had been drawn to the socks. Perhaps your subconscious picked up on the fact you had never seen him with anything of that colour and wanted him to try something new.

“They feel incredibly warm, the material is so soft. Thank you, it was very thoughtful of you,” Din smiles weakly.

You can tell that something is still troubling him, so you boldly ask, “Do you think of them on your birthday?”

Din seems taken aback by your question but nods.

“Before I met Grogu and you, when my heart was hardened and I rarely allowed affection in, my birthday was the one day of the year I would allow my mind to wander back there,” Din admits, “To think of them, of the life we could have had. Now I realise, of course, that if I stayed on Aq Vetina, I would never have met Grogu. Or you.”

Din addresses his son now, scooping him up and cuddling him tightly, “You are the best things that ever happened to me.”

You feel overwhelmed with emotion as you look at them. Din presses his forehead to Grogu's for a few seconds, closing his eyes and relishing the contact.

Din opens his eyes and meets your gaze, “I have to let that place go. It’s not my home anymore. Not even this cabin is home,” Din muses.

You look at him quizzically, not following his train of thought.

“Home isn’t a place for me,” Din whispers, “It’s a feeling. It’s the way you and Grogu love me.”

You are floored by the sentiment. That this once stoic warrior has such tenderness to him still amazes you.

“Oh, Din,” you whisper, cupping his cheek as you press your forehead to his.

Your arms encircle his waist. He brings you close with one hand and you know that he is drawing comfort from embracing you and Grogu like this. When you finally lean your head back, you detect a certain tiredness in those brown eyes you love so much.

“Why don’t you get some rest, honey?” you question, “Grogu can join too. It’s been a long, emotional day already and I want you to enjoy the rest of your birthday.”

Thankfully, Din does not fight you, conceding that he needs rest. When he climbs under the covers, you drop a tender kiss on both of their foreheads and turn to leave.

Before you leave the room, soft, even breaths indicate that they have already fallen asleep. The sight of Grogu’s tiny head on Din’s chest as they nap together makes your heart swell.

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The cabin is bathed in golden light once again, this time after the sun has set. The three of you sit in contented, companionable silence as you appreciate the full feeling after a good meal.

You utilised Din and Grogu’s nap to ice the cake and prepare a special dinner consisting of Tiingilar, a traditional Mandalorian dish. Despite your apprehensiveness at perfecting the recipe, Din approved of your attempt.

As you sit there, you contemplate suggesting another nap. Consuming a sizable quantity of rich food always leaves a certain tiredness.

But there is still one important duty yet to be carried out.

While Din is somewhat distracted talking to Grogu, you quietly excuse yourself and stealthily prepare dessert.

Your fingers tremble as they did when you wrapped the presents as you light the candles. You head towards the table on shaky legs. You begin singing the traditional birthday song with accompaniment from Grogu, who tries his best to join in with various chirps.

Din grins as he watches you. You notice with relief that the spark in his eyes has returned. When you finish the song, you place the cake before him on the table.

“Blow them out!” you encourage.

Din nods and leans forward to extinguish the candles after savouring the moment a few beats longer.

The excited expression on Din’s face is soon made bittersweet, “I’ve never blown out my own candles before,” he admits.

“There’s a first time for everything,” you whisper, touched by the years of agony which lie behind those words.

You are grateful that shovelling the sweet dessert into your mouth gives you an excuse not to speak as you are unsure how to move on from such an admission. Din has been through so much. Yet, he is still one of the kindest, gentlest men you have ever met. You want to give him all the experiences the galaxy has to offer. To make up for all of the years of hurt.

“Thank you for the cake, it was delicious,” Din appreciatively says after he swallows his last bite.

“You’re welcome,” you smile, “I think Grogu enjoyed it, too.”

You nod over at your mischievous son, who has more of the bright blue icing smeared around his face and tunic than ended up in his mouth.

Din smiles as he places the plate back on the table before you. He rubs his belly contentedly and adds, “Thank you for making this my best birthday yet.”

“Of course, Din,” you shrug, “You deserve it.”

You are already planning ways to make next year even better.

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Memories

Din djarin x f!reader

rated: M

Childhood friends to lovers meet later in life.....kinda

Bo-Katan said that there were different versions of the creed, Din has come to accept that. As he walks through the ever growing camp of Mandalorians gathering on the land over the decimated ruins of Mandalore.

There is a part of him that has lived in isolation for too long, that cringes at the sight of so many people gathered.

This many living mandalorians is a blessing and Din will not scorn that. Even when the clashes break out. Clans with long histories of conflict have to stand side by side now. If his faction, so secluded even before the war, could stand with those that bare their faces, then the other could see past their differences. Past the colors and marking of their armor. Past the names and faces. Past the petty scuffles.

They are all one now.

He chafes past the expectations of his own creed. He stands besides the Nightowl and unites their people under an elected leadership.

The exact rules of his creed have not left his mind for days. His faction has the most rules, the owls claim. They are the most conservative, the strictest. Their ceremonies are things left in echoes from the race before humans walked this twice dead, twice reborn planet.

The basics of the creed are something they all agree on. Loyalty and honor to your clan. Adherence to rank. To be honest and trustworthy. To always offer aid to another in Beskar. To honor, protect, and provide for your clan. To protect and adhere to the code of finding. To be responsible in all things. And to train others.

It was the finer rules that varied. The helmet and adherence to it was the most obvious. Most factions no longer followed this rule. Only two other than Din's own. Many had differing ranking systems, putting elders and trophy hunters above armorers, Or determined rank through challenge.

Some were loose in their definitions of a clan, they collected members more like a fire team. Not taking any oath or public acknowledgment of their clan. They bore no marks of their clans. They coupled and uncoupled freely without the bonds of marriage. They raised no young but their own.

Din could not imagine growing up without others training beside him. The fighting core had not been a clan. Their version of the creed had also been looser than the watch's, but he was surrounded by others, his own age to spar with, to fight and hate and respect as they were changed.

He thinks that was the last time he was surrounded by so many others. The solitude of his adulthood so different than standing among the ranks. That was the first time he loosed his grip on his identity. Being a cadet instead of Din Djarin. That was before his ceremony. Before he took the creed.

It had been difficult to give those parts up. First his home, then his name, his future, his body, eventually his life.

The other cadets had indulged here and there, drinking in all they could of life until they would be sent back to their clans. Made new under their helmets. The creeds they would take were different then too. The similarities were in the preservation of their fighting spirit.

Some cadets had bragged about the things they would get to keep. Their exposed faces, their families, their homes, lives, their short lived teen romances, freedoms Din knew he wouldn't know.

There was a group of them, the more conservative children. Seven in his grade. They gathered only to avoid the others. To call each other by their names while they still had them. To touch their faces and breath fresh air while they could.

Din doesn't remember any of it. Names or faces, such unimportant details.

He does remember a long black braid and green skin. Mirialans were rare all through the galaxy. They rarely left their home planet and certainly never colonized other planets. To see one with their head uncovered was even more of a shock.

He never knew what color their hair was until he saw her long braid swaying against the movement of her body.

Even among the outsiders like himself she was isolated. Her founder was from an aggressive and strict clan. According to the gossip, he'd found her in a slaver's cage. Normally a Mirialan would be returned to their people, after all the closed borders planet would always welcome a member of their own species back. But her founded was also Mirialan and had wanted an heir. Most clans would consider this a breach of the finder's code, to keep a child that could be returned. Her clan was different.

More than her skin convinced the others that she did not belong.

Din had too much of his own business to mind to reach out to the girl. He was never much of a savior. But he could offer her a tension-less silence whenever they were in proximity.

For as little as he offered her, he can't imagine why she noticed him at all.

She spent most of her time like he did, quiet, alone. training or eating she focused on the task and moved along when it was finished. The model of the perfect student. Not breaking a single rule with the others.

No one even knew her name.

They couldn't tell what she was giving up, maybe nothing. Maybe she already had everything taken from her and there was nothing left to mourn.

Din knew though. He knew because of every other cadet in their grade she had chosen to share it with him.

Not in words.

The girl who had nothing to loose had everything to gain. anything at all.

Some cheeky cadets managed to snag kisses and other scandalous moments together. Some bragged about the ones they would return to when they finished their training. Sometimes arranged pairs and sometimes not. Some bragged of their clans lax rules around such matters.

Din did not. The watch had strict rules of pairing. Outside of the Riduurok. When he was officially a Mandalorian, after he took the creed, they would decide when and if he was eligible to be paired.

And anything before would be risky beyond logic for little reward. The instructors were vigilant in their watch of the cadets, having so many of them housed in such proximity.

running into the Mirialan girl had been nothing more than coincidence. He'd gotten in an altercation with another cadet, cut his face open on the other boys fist. He'd been patched up and sent to the laundry to wash the blood out of his shirt.

She was already there, sheets bunched in her arms, smelling of the blood removing cleaner even from where he stood uncertain in the doorway.

They did not speak. She stepped to the side, facing the table to reapply the solution to the fabric and scrub at the blood. He hesitated before he pulled his shirt over his head and stepped to the table, leaving a respectable distance between them. Silently she passed him the solution and moved to the basin to scrub the sheets with cold water.

Her sheets went in the washer and she held the door open for him to throw his shirt in as well.

He expected her to close the door, start the wash. Instead her hands moved with only a moment of hesitance to her waist and then her pants were off as well, slightly bloody, they went into the wash.

Din was frozen, all the swirling pubescent hormones Waring with the standard he'd held himself to before now.

She turned back to the table and hauled herself to the damp surface, her knees parting and affording him a view of her glistening red slit. He is too young and too far into puberty to resist such an invitation.

outside of sparring she rarely made the effort to look any of them in the eye, but in that moment she looked right through him. Her dark eyes more hypnotizing than any temptation he's ever faced.

He is not a mandalorian yet, and he is breaking no creed yet. He thinks as he swells hard in his pants, the air suddenly too cool on his shirtless chest.

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It had been a youthful rebellion. He wasn't proud of it. And in his lowest spiritual moments, he was even ashamed.

But it wasn't a memory he could fully cast from his mind. His first encounter with sex was a scene more salivating than many that came later. It wasn't his only rebellious period. A few years after he'd been appointed beroya for the covert he'd become lonely and bitter. He'd allowed himself to become associated with honorless criminals. He fell to a handful of temptations in that time.

But he hadn't enjoyed it. Most acts of rebellion were not dissimilar to intoxicants. Sex, violence, and reckless stunts. There was a certain thrill to it. A temptation to try, but often in the throws of it all Din felt was dissatisfaction.

It was all an outlet for unpleasant emotions, but when they were all drained away there was nothing else to fill the space. He only felt empty.

Moving forward he'd dedicated himself to truly being a pious man. He performed his labor for the covert. Dedicated his efforts to the care and raising of the next generation.

All he had to sustain himself in the quiet moments were his memories. Though sometimes he would use memories of Xi'an and the other woman to get where he needed to go, they were not exactly pleasant memories.

As juvenile as it was, her prefers the older memory. Worn with use and faded around the edges. It holds more than the quick rutting did. It holds sensations. Strong hands on his arms. A smell like strong tea and leather. The softness of skin beneath his bare palms.

He's thought of it so many times, constructed her piece by piece. Green skin flushed dark. A long black braid draped over one shoulder. A heel pulling at his shin. Hands holding his pants by the waistband. A glistening red slit breaking open on his cock.

It's all just fragments. But they're familiar and so deeply ingrained in him now. Even the sway of a dark braid can get him hard. Too many days spent amongst the night owls with their helmets off and he has to close himself into his ship. Fuck his fist until he can behave like a man again.

She's made of fragments he's sure of it. The woman in the purple armor. She's the founder of one his students. She isn't of the watch, but she keeps her helmet on. She observes his training, sometimes participates. When her long braid isn't tucked under the strap over her shoulder for combat, it's loose and long behind her back.

Black as night and swaying with her movements. Every inch of her skin is covered and he does not recognize her clan symbol. She is not recognizable. She's just blurry around the edges, unknowable in the same way the girl from his memories is. She adheres to the code. Well enough that he knows nothing about her. As well he shouldn't.

But he can't help himself when she creeps into his memories. The worn out picture of the girl so faded and conceptual in his mind filling out into her shape. It's shameful how he moans at the thought. A tangible women a better fantasy.

He will behave like a man he promises himself. Refusing to let his sight wonder in her direction as she instruct the younger group on blaster safety. He will not leer like some drunkard in the streets. He minds his own group. Keeps his mind on the task.

She does not socialize with him anyway. Preferring to retire to her own room like him. She only speaks to him when necessary. Approaching him the first day to make introductions. "You're Din right?"

He hadn't asked for her name then, but she'd offered it anyways.

He refuses to think about it. Won't let the fantasy become solid all the way through. Won't let himself think the name as he cums all over his lap.

It's just bits and pieces. The way that the girl's braid over her shoulder had become wrapped around his hand like Xi'an's head tail had been. He imagines a boot digging into his shin. Instead of a bare heel.

But he won't let it become the woman. Not fully. Not clearly.

The kid would not settle down tonight. It was late now and he still had things to do. His clothes were filthy from the training grounds and there were dishes piling up. He needed to tidy up and have his diner. There were others drinking and socializing in the hall. Some private rooms filled with friends and clan members still loud at this time of night.

Din passed by them discreetly, hoping not to be caught by a friendly drunk. He dropped a bag of garbage down the shoot to the incinerator. Freeing up a hand to palm the sensory for the laundry room door. It slid open revealing an empty room. He shuffled his things into one of the machines checking the pockets as he went. Not wanting anything to damage the machine. He was closing the thing and thumbing the settings when the door slid open behind him.

Boots passed by him, stopping at another machine and stuffing a load in. There was enough blood rushing in his ears that they felt warm.

This wasn't one of his memories. He needed to get a hold of himself. Feeling caught, even though he was only standing there, he continued to start the machine. standing straight when he was finished.

He turned back to the door, not looking to see who else had entered when he noticed it. The red light on the side of the scanner panel. The door had been locked. Din stopped abruptly.

His hand reaching for a blaster that wasn't there. But there was a knife in his boot if it came to it. He did turn now, to assess the danger.

It was the woman in purple. But the edges of the heated fantasy were not blurry and comforting now. They were sharp. She'd locked the door. Locked both of them in here together. It was a petty move really. He could just as easily hit the switch and unlock it. It wouldn't take a second. But he was cautious now.

She finished starting her machine and turned to him now, the table still between them. She rested her hands on the table, tilting her visor at him. "You are Din Djarin aren't you?"

He nodded once.

"Do you remember me?"

He said nothing. Not sure what there was to say in a situation like this. He had no idea what her intentions were. His mind running through so many sinister and sexy possibilities.

She didn't continue. Waiting and watching him. Looking for any tells.

After a moment she stood straighter and backed up until she reached the bit of counter meant for folding clothes, then she braced both her hands on the edge and climbed up on it. Her knees spread open in front of him.

"Do you remember?" she asks again. Breathlessness apparent through the vocoder.

He is a man. He will act like one. But this is better than his memories. This is a real woman. And he is a real man.

He approaches.

His hands pulled to the plates over her thighs. He doesn't even look at them, doesn't know what they look like. The very identity of a Mandalorian is crafted into the angles of their armor. Does she wear knee guards for heavy artilery? Does she have trauma plating? Are there colors or designs there that speak about her life?

He can't tear his gaze away from the tilt of her helmet. The way the visor narrows in the corners like a coy look. The way the braid hangs loose over her shoulder.

Her knees slide around his hips like they were made to fit there. So different than any memory of knobby knees. Everything is being over written now. Cloudy half sensations falling from his mind at this new stimuli.

The heat of her seeps through the fabric of her pants, even under the armor. Her hands slide up his chest plate. Spreading leather covered fingers over his shoulders.

"Do you remember me?" she asks again. Her voice crackling in a strained way.

His hand rises from her thigh and gently curls over the long braid running his thumb down the center of it reverently.

"The laundry room, when we were in training?" he asks, unsure despite everything.

He feels her helmet nod once while his gaze falls to his hand wrapped around her hair.

Does he remember? it seems like such a stupid question. He remembers it every time he wraps his hand around his cock. But maybe...maybe he doesn't. Maybe he only remembers a version he made up, added to over the years as all the real details were lost to time. He doesn't remember her being so warm.

He doesn't remember thighs around his waist like this. Doesn't remember the arch of her throat the way it stretches out before him now.

Her hand slides down his abdomen, muted by the layers he was wearing. But when the heel of her palm presses hard against the line of his cock he can't help the shudder that rattles him.

His hand tugging her braid absently.

"Didn't think you'd remember me." He confesses.

"Never, stopped thinking about you." She hisses.

Din shudders a laugh grabbing her wrist and pulling it away from his bulge before she tries to rub him to completion through his pants. "Couldn't have been that good for you."

She tilts her helmet at him. "The rutting? no. You were good though."

Din is too distracted by the glint of her visor, the bareness of her words, the feeling of her wrist in his hand. That's why her second hand surprises him when it tugs him closer, pressing him tight to the space between her legs.

It takes him a moment to find his voice, "Me?"

She nods. "So quiet and well behaved. Used to slam me into the dirt and offer me a hand up. Eat our lunch together in perfect silence. Never asked stupid questions. Never tried to kiss me behind the climbing wall."

His next laugh is confused. "That does it for you?'

"Respect? Honor, manners, skill? Principles, dedication? Din you treated me like a Mandalorian before I was one. Then I went and gave you my virginity." She shrugs. "It's hard to forget that."

"Why? I never understood that."

She tilts her helmet forward into his shoulder. Not a keldabe but close enough. "Because you didn't ask. Never asked for anything. Never acted like you deserved anything."

"I-I didn't"

Her head raises and Din lets go of her wrist as she leans back on her hands. "Do you now?"

"Do I-?"

"Deserve it? Do you deserve it?"

"No one deserves it."

she hums leaning towards him again, her voice pitched lower this time. "Then, do you want it?"

Din has to swallow around the clog of words that rush up his throat. He manages to squeak out an undignified "yes" as her boot knocks into his calf.

He can feel her grin. Feel it the same way he can feel his own grin behind his helmet. The way he can feel Boba's or even Paz's sarcastic grins.

He feels it like the grind of her heel into his leg as she tilts her helmet back to look him right in the visor. "I'll bet you've learned a thing or two since then. Why don't you show me?"

Din can feel the determination in his hands. In the way that they curl against the metal washing machine. He wants to get his hands on her- in her as quickly as possible.

But there's one more thing in the way. A mandalorian's armor is made to be hard to remove by anyone but themselves. The magnetic mounts were placed in such a way that it was difficult to remove. And their under clothings were similarly unique. A mess of layers and straps. Flack vests and belts and clasps that made it difficult to get underneath. It was a protective measure. And a matter of respect. Only a spouse every knew how to really undress another.

"Will you- will you let me, Mesh'la?"

Her hands find their way to his waist again urging him back far enough that she can slip down from the machine. Her hands are practiced in their movements, only a few tugs until the bottom half of her clothing falls slack. The fabric sagging down. Her Beskar stays in place though and it isnt until he slips his hands over her hips that he realises why.

She's using a magnetic mounting system reinforced by harnesses. The straps of the harness wrap around her waist, resting the weight of the armor against her hips. He runs his thumbs along the straps. Taking a shuddering breath as he wedges a finger beneath, feeling the weight of it.

"Do I need to remove my armor for you, vod?" she teases.

Din shakes his head. "No. don't." He swiped his thumbs along her hip bones again before his hands become suddenly firm. Her boots scuff the floor as he turns her around, facing her towards the machine now.

She may have been about to say something. Or maybe just make another one of those commenting humming noises she keeps using on him. But she's silenced by the thwack of a glove plopping down on the machine beside her. His warm hand finding her hip before it traces its way down to cup her sex.

He takes a minute to press against her. To feel the flesh and learn it. The course hair, the plush give of tender flesh. The silky texture of her innermost fold as his index nudges against it.

He doesn't move. Just feels. Lets his hand warm her. Waits for the heat between their bodies to build up until she feels hot against his palm.

"You just gonna hold it?" Her voice isn't as unaffected as she tries to make it.

DIn lets his helmet rest on her shoulder. "Yes." His hand presses firmer, but not by much. His fingers shifting just enough to feel a hint of moisture cooling in the space between them.

She shifts at the heels. Her hips tilting back at him. "Din." she says firmly.

And he can feel the way her lips slide over his palm, damp but not wet yet. He grunts in frustration but spreads his fingers out on either side of her lips, dragging them gently up and pressing against the junction at the top.

It's a gentle pressure and a subtle gyrating motion. Less focused on the nerves and more on moving all the flesh with it.

"Well you're close. I'll give you than. Why don't I just-"

Din presses his body closer to her hooking his helmet over her shoulder. "Will you just be patient?" He growls. He has her more bent over now, his chest against her back, her body resting on her elbows.

He slides his fingers down again feeling for the spreading wetness that clings to the hair. Dragging is back up with a gentle pressure over and over until he can get her slick all the way up to her clit.

The flesh swole hot and slick under his. Softer than anything against his fingertips. He presses down in a gentle stroke, again and again until her nerves swell to and stand stiff under his attention. Then he circles and slides his fingers down again to keep them slick while he plays with her.

There's a tension in her shoulders as she lets her neck hang. The weight of the helmet a strain from this position.

The wetness is spreading all around where his fingers touch and further still, dripping through the cleft of her cheeks. "So impatient." he admonishes. "Can't wait for me to get my feel."

She huffs a breath, hips shifting against his hands. He can feel the wet trail she leaves all the way up to his wrist. Din tenses his hand grasping her firmly by the cunt. He waits for her to still before he slides a finger into her heat.

She makes no sound loud enough to be picked up by the modulator but this close he can feel it vibrating through her.

"Let me show you." he insists, sliding the finger free and sliding two in together. The angle grinds the heel of his hand against her clit as he pumps his fingers.

"Wish you'd show me something- something else." She's baiting him. He can tell by the way her voice wavers. But he doesn't want to resist her. He wants to fuck her with his hand until it's dripping down her thighs. Show her exactly how much better he's gotten at sex since his first time.

But she wants his cock and he isn't strong enough to deny her. He takes a moment to press it against her for a moment. Her thigh hot even through the fabric of his flight suit. The pressure is so good he's worried for a moment that he might blow this all too soon.

Instead his hand retreats from her cunt, traveling up her body to clutch at her breast plate, dragging her to stand close as he frees his cock.

He wants to slide it between her thighs. Rut there until he can paint his load all over those puffy lips. But he will prove himself. Even if the effort makes him bite down on his tongue.

He grasps it instead. Firmly. The pressure grounding him as he slides just the head through her slick once, twice. Just enough to coat it, then he bends at the knees, positioning the head at the entrance, feeling the swollen flesh give as he presses in. Feeling muscle spread. Hot and wet and so soft.

He can't remember what it was like before. The hot clutch of her. His fist has worn against the memory of that sensation until only his hand remained. But this, he wants to remember this for the rest of his life. The way he has to work past the clench of muscle as she lets him in.

Another noise passes under the lip of her helmet. High and wanting. "You're certainly bigger now."

He wants to laugh. Wants to come up with something sly to say. But Din isn't a man of words. He lets his body respond for him. His hand pressing flat against her stomach while he pulls her back by the breast plate. Making her body arch against him. Their bodies pressed together from top to bottom. Perfectly aligned as he pressed his hips harder into hers.

She's taken most of him. Her legs spread wide enough to make space for him even as he pulls her body to the edge of her balance. Letting him twist her body into position for him. Letting him spread her open on his cock like this. Her helmet leant back against him.

"Better?"

The sounds she makes is half choked off as he pulls her down on him harder. Shoving fully into her for just a moment. Still too much resistance in her muscles to make him believe that's very pleasant.

"hmm?"

"Am I better than last time?"

It takes her a moment to put her words back together. DIn doesn't Stop the subtle thrusts that bully her muscles open for him as he waits for her response.

"Make me cum, then I'll tell you."

He likes the challenge, more than he thought he would. He releases her from the angle, slow enough that she regains her balance on her own. He lets her sag for a moment before repositioning her. Pulling her hips back against him and pressing her down against the machine.

It's much easier to swing his hips into her now. The angle letting her loosen up enough to take him easily. The slick glide too easy, too perfect.

She groans, pressing back into his thrusts. The rhythm messy and desperate as they both work off each other. Meeting in uneven places. Gasps shuddering through her every time he's buried it deep.

"Touch-me."

He has to shift forward. spread his feet and lay across her back. Brace himself with one hand as he fumbles for her clit again. His fingers sliding too smooth through the slick that's gathered there. Just above where his cock is plunging in and out, her clit stands tall. The movement of their bodies alone rubbing her against his hand.

She's dripped down her thighs now. His thighs too. The slick gathering between his fingers and dripping down his knuckle.

That spot behind her helmet where her neck is long and almost exposed without the beskar. The place where she's vulnerable is stretched just ahead of his visor. Her braid snaking out from the fabric.

He wishes he wasn't wearing his now. Wishes he could burry his face into that space and smell her. He settles for nuzzling his helmet there instead. Hoping the hard press of his armor to her vulnerable neck will mean to her what it means to him.

She cries out. sudden and loud and her body shakes as she clenches hard around him. He nearly bites his tongue off trying not to blow his load. Waiting through several more thrusts as her body clutches at him. Sucking him deeper.

It's too much. Too good. Din is only a man.

He pulls out gripping his hot cock in his bare hand as he tugs it. His fist familiar. He cums hard, covered in her slick. Covered in her. Drippin with her as he shoots into the fabric gathered between her thighs.

Every hot twitch of his cock makes white spread behind his eyes but he pulls back anyways, watching as his cum soaks into the dark fabric. Marks up her clothes.

He's unsteady on his feet now. Nearly swaying back as he runs his thumb over the harness on her hips again. Watching the dark fabric drink up the fluid from his hand. The curve of her ass cheeks glistening with their fluids.

"Mesh'la." he murmurs deliriously as the endorphins cloud his brain.

She stretches. No doubt stiff in her lower back from the position, but the stretch just spreads her out in front of him. Her cunt fucked out and still open from his cock. White cum clinging to the hair around the hole.

Her joints pop as she straightens up. Her hands going to pull her clothes back into order. His cum now pressed up against her as she redresses.

His brain is still thick. And his cock is still out. He should do something about that. He winces against the sensitivity but stuffs it back into his pants.

She turns around, Still more disheveled than she should be. Something off about the way her clothes sit now.

She looks him over before shaking her head. "We better hope we don't run into anyone on the way out. We won't fool them."

Din glances down at himself noticing the dark spots where she dripped all over his thighs, something even shining over his beskar. His cock gives a weak twitch that makes him wince.

Her hand is on his shoulder and he looks back up at her, trying to think of anything but her pussy weeping all over him.

"We'll have to pick one room to keep the kids in, if we're going to do that again. can't always meet in the laundry room."

"If?" he says pathetically.

She laughs. "Come on, Beroya."

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anonymousewrites · 9 months ago

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Clan of Three Pride Special 2024

Father Figure! Mandalorian/Din Djarin x Teen! Reader

Pride Special 2024

“What’s going on there?” asked (Y/N) as they, Mando, and Bo-Katan walked through the streets of a planet that they were meeting with for trade deals with Mandalore.

“It looks to be some kind of festival,” said Bo-Katan, glancing off to the side.

(Y/N) watched curiously as the festival continued. There were people dancing to music and holding up banners of every color possible. One sign read “Pride in who I am,” and something in (Y/N)’s heart ached at the word.

They knew they were different than others—alone in a universe full of cultures. Ushti had been destroyed, ravaged by the Empire. (Y/N) had no family or home left there. And now at Mandalore, they were forced to recognize (often) that they had not been born Mandalorian and so didn’t understand or connect to the other children as much as they wanted to. (Y/N) tried, and, since they had their Buir and had been literally chosen by Mandalore the Great for…something. So, yes, they belonged.

�� But they were also force-sensitive, had nearly become a jedi, and that would have made them an enemy of Mandalorians. Of course, they also had less of a gendered identity as others, and that sometimes made them feel different. So, between all the cultures, abilities, and identities they held, sometimes (Y/N) felt very separate from people—as if they did belong in any one place.

It had worked out, and (Y/N) had a great family and bonds, but sometimes…sometimes they wondered if who they were was too fractured. They were just a teenager, after all. Their sense of self wasn’t complete, and they were still learning to be comfortable in their own skin.

“Huh…” said (Y/N), forcing themself to look away and focus on the walk towards the council chambers. They and Mando would be backing up Bo-Katan in preliminary discussions. So, (Y/N) had no time to doubt themself. They needed to focus.

“Are you alright, Verd’ika?” asked Mando. Grogu babbled in his arms.

“I’m fine,” said (Y/N), nodding. “Just tired of treaty-making already.”

“We haven’t even started,” said Bo-Katan.

“Exactly,” said (Y/N).

Bo-Katan chuckled in amusement, and Mando shook his head fondly. Both adults knew that, despite (Y/N)’s aptitude (and desire) for fights, they were surprisingly skilled at speaking with people, too. Not a lot of the time, but when Bo-Katan had them around in council meetings or discussions for treaties, (Y/N) would run their mouth and go through anger, annoyance, and then helpfulness (accidentally).

After everything with the Darksaber and (Y/N)’s visions of Mandalore the Great, Bo-Katan and Mando had come to the conclusion that (Y/N) was suited to helping others. The world seemed to want them to, and (Y/N) was good at it.

Neither would push (Y/N) into leading or trying to make them take on more responsibility, but they both knew it. Mando in particular had seen that (Y/N) had strength and the force (literally, the Force) to fight for what they cared about, and he, although lacking force-sensitivity, felt something lay within them that would make them an impressive Mandalorian—even more than they already were.

But, again, Mando would never push them towards anything. That was his kid. He wasn’t going to push (Y/N) into anything they weren’t capable of, and they had already been through so much, so Mando would be damned before someone hurt what little childhood and safety he could offer his ad’ika.

And if they seemed interested in a festival in the middle of debates for treaties? Mando would make sure they had a moment to have fun instead of being stuck in politics.

Mando would make sure (Y/N) had the joyful moments they deserved.

“So, we’re in accordance?” said Bo-Katan, smiling pleasantly as she leaned back in her chair. Across the table, the council members of the planet nodded.

“Yes, the terms of trade are favorable. We are pleased to have Mandalore back, and, these terms will be upheld should you start producing materials for trade once more,” said a council member.

“Good,” said Bo-Katan, rising. She shook the council members’ hands.

Mando didn’t move from where he stood as a guard in shining beskar. It would be more intimidating if not for the little green child riding on his shoulder. However, he was helped by the teenager by his side, harsh marking around their eyes as they glowered at everyone who had tried to get more out of the trading agreement then was fair ((Y/N) always caught those types of people, and it was yet another reason Bo-Katan and Mando were proud of them).

“If you have any time, you should stay for the festival,” said one council member, one of the ones that had actually been helpful. “It is quite nice, and after business, it is a nice break.”

“What is it about?” asked Mando.

“It is a Pride festival to celebrate our people’s struggles centuries ago against bigotry due to sexuality or gender,” explained the councilor, smiling. “It is to celebrate being ourselves.”

“We’ll consider it,” said Bo-Katan. “Thank you for meeting with us.” She walked out of the room with Mando, Grogu, and (Y/N).

“Verd’ika do you want to go?” asked Mando as they walked.

(Y/N) glanced at him. “I don’t care.”

“We’re going,” said Mando firmly. He knew (Y/N) had been interested, so he was taking them to it.

“I didn’t know you were queer,” said Bo-Katan.

“I don’t label myself,” said Mando as they turned through the streets towards the swell of music.

Bo-Katan nodded in understanding. “I’m bisexual.” She glanced at (Y/N). “What about you, kid?”

“I don’t label my sexuality,” said (Y/N). “I don’t really know what it is. But I’m nonbinary.”

“Then we all have something to celebrate,” said Bo-Katan. She spotted a stand with some food. “Have fun. We’ll meet back at the ship in an hour.” She walked to get herself some food, and Mando and (Y/N) were left alone.

(Y/N) watched the people dancing and marching down the street, and Mando looked at them.

“You should join them. You should be proud of yourself,” said Mando.

“I’m not insecure about my gender identity,” said (Y/N), shaking their head. “I’ve never had an issue with that.”

“You should be proud of your entire identity,” said Mando. “You’ve been very strong over the years. You should remember that. You fought to be here today.”

(Y/N)’s heart clenched, and they shrugged half-heartedly. “Yeah, but I don’t really belong here. I didn’t fight for their rights. Besides, I’m not from this planet. I’m Ushti. And Mandalorian. And…I’m a lot.”

“You don’t have to be one thing,” said Mando.

(Y/N) glanced at him. “Yeah, but I’m a lot.”

“That’s fine,” said Mando. “You’re a good kid. You’re my kid. And I’m proud of who you are. All of who you are.”

(Y/N) couldn’t help but smile. “Even if I’m Ushti and force-sensitive and Mandalorian and trouble?”

“I wouldn’t want you to change who you are,” said Mando. “You wouldn’t be my verd’ika if you weren’t.”

(Y/N) smiled widely. “Thanks, Buir.” They stepped towards the crowd of celebrators.

Mando watched them go. They had grown so much, and they still had so much longer to go. One day, they were going to be someone incredible. Actually, (Y/N) already was. But Mando was glad they weren’t grown up yet. They deserved to just exist and be happy with who they were in the present, first. The future would come, but it wasn’t there today.

Today, (Y/N) was (Y/N). And that was enough.

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daughterofthequeen · 2 years ago

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Y’all I really can’t get over Dins desperate “no” when he got separated from trying to save Grogu in the finale, like every time I hear it, I just have the feeling to break down in a corner (but grogus little mad face was so cute when he stopped the guards from electrocuting Din and that aggressive button press and that slide Din did while shooting Gideon😂🤭)

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dumbbitchenergy17 · 2 years ago

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Clan of Three - Chapter 4

Chapter Four: The Gunslinger and Past

Plot: A Mandalorian, an infant with a history of the jedi, and a teenager with similar powers with an undiscovered lineage. An unlikely group to travel the galaxy together.

Word Count: 5.3K

Pairing: Father Figure!Din Djarin x Platonic!Teen!Reader

Warnings: fighting/violence, massive angst, childhood memories, death, just a really sad chapter

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Leaving Sorgan was a hard moment you felt actually happy there. You weren’t running from the Guild or the Empire able to live on some planet without fear but that soon quickly came to an end. The Razor Crest zooms through space barely avoiding blaster fire from a guild ship that had found you.

“Hand over the kids, Mando. I might let you live.” The bounty hunter says over the comlink as Mando dodges another bullet the ship spinning around making you dizzy. A blast hits the ship shaking it and loud alarms sound in the cockpit. “I can bring you in warm or I can bring you in cold.” The hunter says as Mando flies dangerously in your eyes to avoid more attacks and when they try ramming into you Mando drops the ship making the starship get into his view with a single shot and the ship explodes.

He huffs looking at the damage that he received, “That’s my line. Losing fuel…” The left engine was damaged and the right wouldn’t be enough to get them out of the system in case more bounty hunters arrived. He flips a switch the power shutting off the entire ship going dark your only light being the galaxy surrounding. Flipping the emergency power and looking over the holomap you see him punch in coordinates manually flying the ship until you appear to arrive at a desert planet.

“Where are we?” You ask Mando as you begin to enter the atmosphere the large plains of sands familiar to you, he doesn’t answer as a voice from the comlink cut through.

“This is Mos Eisley Tower. We are tracking you. Head for bay three-five, over.” You feel your blood chill but your heart soars at the same time. Mos Eisley…that was a name you were familiar with, looking out of the window and seeing familiar structures of the planet you were born on. The dual suns shine through the windows…you must have been dreaming. You were home..you were on Tatooine. The ship lands and you’re already down the ladder ignoring Mando’s calls out for you. Your fist slams on the button on the ramp not even waiting for it to come all the way down jumping off your skin instantly warm from the dual sun something you were used to.

You walk out of the starport the loudness of the crowd fills you with nostalgia. Memories of walking through the streets looking for your next meal or a place to stay at to avoid the cold and any creature stalking at night. It was almost instinct to see a Rodian distracted at a stand selling goods, you flick your wrist and a basket holding items hit the ground spilling everyone. The owner begins to shout at the Rodian assuming he knocked it over who tries to explain distracted as you slip by your hands slick grabbing the pouch full of credits and disappear into the crowd. You smile holding the hefty bag of credits and attaching it to your belt, this felt normal..you were home. You see the cantina ahead entering the doors the place is pretty filled with aliens and some droids. Coming up to the bar sitting towards the side a droid who appears to be the bartender comes over.

“Um…some spotchka,” You say pulling out a credit from the bag you stole and sliding it across the table. Maker were you going to get kicked out cause you were underage that would be embarrassing. The droid just nods takes the money and produces a glass holding an arm out as spotchka pours from a nozzle, filling the glass nicely, and pulls away to tend to another customer. Nodding you hold the glass between your hands taking a small sip wincing slightly from the burn. You were never going to get used to that.

“Hey, droid, I'm a hunter. I'm lookin' for some work.” A familiar voice says and you freeze instantly putting your arm up so it blocks most of your face glancing over and seeing Mando standing on the other end of the bar speaking to the droid. You had to be kriffing kidding me.

“Unfortunately, the Bounty Guild no longer operates from Tatooine.” The droid responds and you can hear Mando sigh his dislike of droids clear.

“I'm not looking for Guild work.” He says and the droid shakes its head,

“I am afraid that does not improve your situation, at least by my calculation.”

“Think again, tin can,” A voice behind you at the booths calls out and you see Mando look over as you busy yourself taking a sip of the drink. Your nerves make you take too big of a sip and you force yourself to swallow, the burn fills your throat not settling well with your stomach. Don’t you dare puke it up. “If you're looking for work, have a seat, my friend.” The man says and you hold a fist to your mouth trying to keep your face calm and hidden as you feel the Mandalorian you were quite familiar with walks past you.

“Name's Toro, Toro Calican. Come on, relax,” He introduces himself and you hear Mando sit down, “Picked up this Bounty Puck before I left the Mid Rim. Fennec Shand, an Assassin. Heard she's been on the run ever since the New Republic put all her employers in lockdown.”

“I know the name,” Mando says as you listen in on the conversation your drink long forgotten as you were able to settle the churning in your gut.

“I followed this tracking fob here. Now the positional data suggests she's headed out beyond the Dune Sea. Should be an easy job.” Toro says and you hear Mando stand going to leave.

“Well, good luck with that.” “Wait, wait, wait, hey. I thought you needed work?” Toro tries getting Mando to stay.

“How long you been with the Guild?” Mando asks and Toro responds long enough, “Clearly not. Fennec Shand is an elite mercenary. She made her name killing for all the top crime syndicates, including the Hutts. If you go after her, you won't make it past sunrise.” He warns him before you hear him turn to leave again.

“This is my first job. You can keep the money, all of it. I just need this job to get into the Guild,” He begs Mando, “I can't do it alone.” Silence comes from the two men.

“Meet me at Hangar three-five in half an hour. Bring two speeder bikes and give me the tracking fob.” Mando agrees and you hear something hit the wall fizzing.

“Don't worry, got it all memorized,” Toro nods and Mando keeps walking to the door and you glance at him before looking away. “Half an hour.” He says before leaving.

“Looks like you're stuck with me now, partner.” Toro cockily replies as the door to the cantina shuts behind Mando. You sigh wiping the sweat that was on your face from your nerves. You wait a few minutes sure he had already left before standing up. You have no idea how he didn’t notice it was you but you weren’t going to push further. Just head out of the cantina and figure out what you were going to do next, you went out the second door that was there. The sound of people on the streets is loud as you slip out now on a side street leading to the main one. Walking out right about to reach the main road when a hand grabs you by the collar pulling you into a small dead end. You reach for the knife in your belt swiping your arm out to strike your assailant in the chest when it comes in contact with a loud clang of metal. As one hand grabs your wrist twisting the knife out of your hand the other slams against your shoulder pushing you against the wall pining both of your arms as you get ready to scream and fight freezing seeing Mando glaring down at you.

“Get off me.” You struggle in his grip but his hands are heavy, not budging.

“You think it was smart running off? What if that Rodian noticed you stealing from him, or the man looking for a way into the guild finding out you are a highly valued bounty?” He says scolding you as you glare at him still trying to get him off you.

“That’s none of your concern…I’m home you don’t have to worry about me.” You spit back kicking him in the knee making him back off as you move to grab the knife that he gave you lying in the sand.

“Home? You were fighting to survive here to see the next day. What about your parents…do you have anyone you have here to call home?!” He says blocking your path from leaving the small dead end.

“This planet is all I have! I did it before and I can do it again!” You yell pointing your hand down to the ground beneath you…you had nothing…parents dead..the one man who actually looked after you somewhere on this planet that you had no idea how to get there. “Just leave. Take the child back to its home but this is mine…you’ve done your job Mando.” You say pulling the bag of credits from your belt and tossing it at him but he doesn’t catch it letting it hit his chest and falling to the ground, “Your payment for your service.”

“I don’t want your money.” He says and you scoff stepping towards him grabbing the bag,

“Not my money remember.” You try walking past him when his hand latches to your arm. “Let go of me Mando.” You say not looking at him as his hand tightens on your arm.

“Kid… let's just go back to the Crest.” He says and you try pulling your arm free but he holds strong.

“Mando let me go…” You could feel a fire bubbling in your stomach beginning to rise, “I don’t need you to look after me like some child. I don’t need you or anyone.” You spat pulling your arm again but it won’t break free.

“You deserve a better life than this,” He says trying to reason with you, “You and the kid are special something I’ve never seen bef-” “Get the hell off me Mando I swear to the maker!” Your voice is cold and he can feel the anger reaching its peak.

“Kid just listen-” “I said let go!” You shout ripping your arm free of his grasp with a strength he hadn’t expected you push your hand out and he’s sent flying back slamming into the wall a crack forming pinned there. He’s lucky he wasn’t badly hurt, the beskar protecting him. He looks at you shock hidden by his helmet but you could sense in, the feeling that covered you lightly like a gentle touch was weighing down on you. You drop your hand and he slumps free from the weight holding him down. He didn’t know what to say, it was the same thing he saw in the child with the mudhorn…and you during the escape of Nevarro and the battle on Sargon. He thought he had hit his head or the adrenaline of the fight had gotten to him but nothing was clouding his mind now. You slammed him into the wall without even touching him.

You step back feeling the weight on your chest making your breathing labored this feeling covered you almost painfully. You’re gone having darted out of the alley disappearing into the crowd of Mos Eisley before the Mandalorian could even get up. The day quickly passed as you traveled through Mos Eisley the familiar routes you used to take as a child before you found yourself outside an old building, the sunset of the dual suns a usually beautiful sight made your heartache. Boarded doors a building long out of use as your hand brushes away the dirt and grime covering the small plaque highlighting the door. Pulling the blade from your belt tracing the metal that was given to you. The pride you felt receiving it the trust you grew with him, how quickly it crumbled in days.

Slicing through the wood easily you move the boards aside using two hands to pry the door open squeezing in. Entering the dark home you spot a small lantern grabbing it seeing a bit more fuel as it turns on the light filling the home, a place you haven’t seen in years an empty home of memories. It was a small home, the living area and kitchen combined so most dinners were on the seats surrounding the small table in the living room. Entering further in the sounds of a child’s laughter and that of a mother and father’s rings clear in your head.

“Mama come on, Papa will be here soon!” A small child’s voice calls out rushing past you waiting by the door excitement in her eyes as a woman with similar features walks over.

“Patience Y/n…remember don’t jump him when he gets here..work was lon-” Your mother’s words fall on deaf ears the second the door opens revealing a man tired from a lengthy day of work is jumped by a small child.

“Papa!” You giggle wrapping your arms around his neck as he catches you pulling you up into the air your laughter growing louder as he spins you around.

“My daughter oh I missed you.” He grins hugging you back as your mother watches on lovingly before he walks over hugging her pressing a sweet kiss on her lips, “And I have missed you.” Your mother pulls you out of his arms putting you on the ground as you run off as he wraps his arms around her.

“A long day?” She asks and he sighs sagging slightly the smile he put on his face fading, “Not many ships came by…this blockade on the Outer Rim, it's stopping anyone coming in or out. People are getting desperate here.” He says. The empire’s blockade affected Tatooine deeply, with no open water and places to grow, most items like food came from trade. With this shortage, it was only time until grew rowdy and with a place filled with Tuskan raiders, bounty hunters, and anyone desperate for food. It was dangerous.

“Maybe you should ask to leave work early tomorrow, I grow worried each day when you come home late.” Your mother says stroking your father’s face as he nods silently. It was hard enough for two people to have enough food on the table but with a growing child, it was stretched thin. Your parents had sometime gone days without eating just to make sure you had food in your belly.

“Papa! Mama! Look at this trick I learned.” Your voice comes rushing out of the shared bedroom the three of you had holding a doll your mother made for you. The two watched you place the doll down in front of all of them stepping back. You hold your hand out your face scrunching up in concentration. They watch as the doll twitches before standing up on its legs, you move your hand slightly and the doll’s hand raises waving at them. You drop your hand and the doll falls back to being inanimate. You look at them with a wide smile ready for their response. Both of them look at each other silently communicating their fear...not of you but for you. They had found out you were force sensitive when you caused a ball to come towards you when you were only four. They had never seen anything like it but when they heard around in Tatooine rumors of a Jedi and learned of who they were and how similar it was describing the things you could do they quickly became fearful.

Your father kneels down in front of you a small smile on his face, “That’s very interesting Y/n but remember what we said,”

“Don’t use my powers I know, but I thought you would like it?” You say a sad tone in your voice that broke your parent’s hearts.

“Of course we do sweetie, your power is beautiful. We just need to be careful…people can’t know about this alright.” Your mother says coming towards you wiping the stray tears that weld up in your eyes. You nod sniffling to stop the tears, reaching down and grabbing your doll.

“Now let’s eat and you can tell me everything about your day my little womp rat!” Your father scoops you up in his arms tickling your sides as your squeals fill the room your father’s own bellowing laugh filling it.

A large bolt cuts through the air pausing what was meant to be a touching moment. Your father holds you in his arms as silence fills your home. Another loud pop fills the air again until it grows louder and multiple ones until a shout rips through the air outside that has you all freezing.

“Darling?” Your mother calls out stepping closer to you two as the loud pops in the air grow louder and louder until screams are filling the air.

“Mama…Papa? What’s happening?” You ask,

“Take Y/n into the room now lock the door behind you,” Your father passes you off to your mother’s arm and you see your father move to a drawer and he pulls out something cocking the item back.

“What about you-” “Just do it!” Your father yells back making you jump slightly in her arms. The shouting outside as loud booms filled the air only make you clutch your mother tighter.

“Papa?!” You cry out reaching your hand out as your mother turns rushing toward your room the door closing behind it, she puts you down as you look around in confusion. You see outside the window bright flashes of light. But it was night what was doing this?

“Quickly under the bed, and do not make a sound no matter what you hear.” She says holding your arms as you look around in fear tears filling your eyes, “No tears you must be strong and brave you understand.” She wipes the tears from your eyes as you nod clutching the doll between your hands. Your mother gives a smile trying to hide her sadness and fear. You crawl under the bed the gap small enough for you to fit that you didn’t even know to exist. You clutch your doll between your hands when you hear a loud noise coming from outside the room. You hear your father shouting before another large bang fills the air and it’s quiet. The sound of multiple footsteps grows close before the door is burst open and you hear your mother screaming out as other voices are yelling out hear. The sound of a fight makes you cover your ears before a loud bang makes you jump squeezing your eyes shut. It was a dream you were going to wake up and this would be over. Whoever was in your home tore apart the room and outside.

You weren’t sure how long you stayed under that bed your small hands clutching the doll until the night was surely over and the fighting that raged through the night had ended. An odd silence filled your home as you slowly shuffle under the bed when your witness your life crumble in front of you. You should have just stayed under that bed.

Your footsteps are slow, both your father's and your mother’s bodies were long removed only leaving the damaged home and a frightened child behind. The stains of their blood couldn’t seem to get out of the hardened sandstone. The home you had many happy memories had been stripped away from you in one night, entering your old room everything was the same nothing moved. It was as if the room…this whole house was frozen in memory, your foot makes contact with something, and looking down you see the small doll. Time and the weather had gotten to it practically a ball of rags. Bringing it up to your face it was withering away in your hand the smell stale but the only lasting memory of your childhood. When you were happy and what were you now?

A child alone once again.

Mando’s mind hadn’t been as focused as he would like working on this mission. He could’ve tracked you down easily but with his needing to leave for Fennec and what you said to him. He would give you space but what if space isn’t what you need? Did you really think you were happy here? He and Toro had captured the high-ranking assassin but since one of the speeder bikes had been damaged he was sent out to retrieve the ride Fennec used to travel. He returned to the spot to find Toro gone with a dead bounty hunter, her blood staining the sands. He had no choice but to return to Mos Eisley, he may have lost the credits but his mind was more focused on trying to get you back.

You were haunted by memories as you stayed in that abandoned home. The night had fallen long now hidden in your childhood home, the small lantern running on its last fuel. Seated at the small table in the space you would occupy as your seat with stolen food from your run-in at the cantina. A lonely dinner with empty chairs a home without love and laughter. The cold whispers of ghosts and lost memories drown you. What this meant to be your life, fighting to stay alive from bounty hunters and the empire that won’t stop coming after you. This was your decision you left them…you wanted to be alone.

A crackle fills the room and your hand instinctively reaches for your knife looking around for where the noise had come from when it came through again and you heard a voice.

“Took you long enough, Mando,” Toro’s voice rings out static and broken up, you look down hearing the voice coming from you. Your eyes widen seeing the comlink attached to the back of your belt. Grabbing it you listen in, “Looks like I'm calling the shots now. Huh, partner? Drop your blaster and raise 'em.” His voice sounds further away from Mando and you hear Mando sigh the sound of his blaster dropping on the ground.

“Cuff him. You’re a guild traitor, Mando. And I'm willing to bet that this here is the target you helped escape.” You hear a noise coming from the child making you freeze. This wasn’t your problem Mando was going to win as he always does. “Where’s the other one huh Mando, got her hiding somewhere,” Toro says.

“Just leave the kids alone you’re already going to get enough to bring me in,” Mando says, you hear Toro laugh and you hear another cry come from the child chilling your blood.

“Bringing you it won't just make me a member of the Guild, it'll make me legendary. Besides the bounty on those kids never said they had to be brought in alive.” The click of a blaster has you shouting out instantly unaware they could hear you on the other end.

“No!” Silence fills the air before you hear footsteps and something being grabbed,

“Now it’s not nice to listen in. Wherever you’re hiding give yourself up…or they all die starting with the kid.” His voice is rough before you hear the commlink fall to the ground and a loud crush and it’s silent. Your hand clutches the commlink…this wasn’t your business. You were alone now. Just walk away…do it.

“You must be strong and brave you understand.” Your mother’s voice rings clear in your head and you attach the link to your belt heading toward the door. You turn to look back at what you had called your home. Flashes of memories before fading away as you turn and leave.

You blend into the crowd a ghost passing by strangers. A brush of the wind as your feet carry you to the starport, the same port your father worked at. You slow down seeing a speeder bike outside recognizing the rifle of Mando’s attached to the back. Your hands move to the bike slowing down seeing a single blaster resting on the seat. Your hands grab the rifle pulling it over your back your hands tucking the blaster in your pants. There was only one way to come through the hangar and he would be waiting right there for you to arrive there. So you weren’t going to be coming through the front door. The wind blows through your hair, the hair on your skin raising as you stand multiple feet up in the air walking along the large roof of the port. Holding your hand out you close your eyes reaching out, the weight returns painful at first before becoming light to the touch gracing your skin. It stretches across everything around you before you sense the connection you gain so many weeks ago.

The child.

Footsteps light on the wind that no one, not even your Mandalorian notice your arrival from the roof, peering over you can see the Crest there, and in front of it is Toro holding the child as he looks around his gun trained to Mando and another woman. Sliding the rifle off your back aiming Toro, hit his hand or leg anything on the side not holding the child. Your finger presses on the trigger the bolt ringing through the air, the kickback sending you back and you fall through one of the holes in the roof. The bolt strikes right beside his foot and he whips around firing at the roof where you were as you are hidden behind a large crate. Your back pressed against the wall of the crate you trying to catch your breath, from the fall and the recoil of the strong weapon knocking the air from you. The rifle is still up on the roof your hands grab the blaster holding it between two hands.

“I know you’re here! Just come out and I won’t kill the kid or Mando.” Toro calls out and you peek from the crate seeing him facing away from you and looking around. Where you were at didn’t give you a good shot that didn’t hit that child. You turn back take a deep breath and look over at another crate you raise your hand flicking out and the other crate shifts slightly. Toro shoots at that as you rush but he had caught the glimpse of the blur of clothing in the darkness shooting at the ground in front of you making you stop in your place. Blasters pointed at each other and you see Mando with this other woman to the side.

“Drop the blaster.” He says and you keep your hands steady on the weapon.

“Let go of the child.” You say slowly taking a step forward when the gun pointed at you turns to press against the child making you freeze.

“I said drop it!” He yells and you nod holding a hand out while slowly kneeling to place the weapon on the sand.

“Your eyes kid!” Mando yells out and you instantly cover your eyes with an arm as a loud bang fills the port catching a bit of a flash of white light. Quickly adjust to the flash charger firing your gun as Toro’s arm makes him drop the child. He blindly shoots out and you dodge out of the way before firing another bolt striking him in the chest.

Standing up letting out the air held in your lungs as Mando freed from his binds and steps toward Toro.

“Where is it?” The woman asks and looks around before finding the child hidden behind a basket, picking him up, “There you are. Are you hiding from us? Huh? Look at you. That's all right. I know. That was really loud for your big old ears, wasn't it?” She coos over the child as Mando stands beside you. Your finger twitches and the rifle from the roof falls off it landing in your hands. Holding out the rifle and the blaster,

“I’m assuming you knew I was coming.” You say and he looks down at you the damn helmet hiding his emotions.

“No, not really, just a shot in the dark.” He says taking the rifle and slinging it across his back but not taking the blaster, “Keep it…it will keep you safe.” He says pushing the blaster back into your hands and you look down at the item gifted to you, just like the knife. The trust he had in you even though you rejected him. You left him.

Mando had accepted at that moment that you were going to leave. You proved to him you could protect yourself. He couldn’t ignore the small piece in his chest that primal urge to see a defenseless child wanting to protect. But he didn’t even know anything about you only that you’re a seventeen-year orphan from Tatooine who fought their entire life to only be chased by the empire and bounty hunters for things he wasn’t sure how to explain.

“So, I take it you didn't get paid?” Peli sighs him handing the child off to him, a hand holds out two bags of credits. Mando looks over seeing you holding Toro’s pouch and the one you had stolen earlier is still full of credits.

“Does that cover it?” You ask and Peli quickly takes the bags feeling the weight and nodding.

“Yeah. Yes, this is gonna cover you. All right, Pit Droids! Let's drag this outta here!” Peli shouts out clapping her hands and the small droids scurry out grabbing the body being to drag it away. Mando is still frozen why had you given away your credits if you were?

“Mando!” You call out to him and he turns seeing you standing on the ramp of the Crest holding onto the side looking at him, “What are you waiting for?” You give him a look and that springs the bounty hunter into motion as he follows after you closing the ramp of the Crest behind him. Entering the cockpit placing the child in his cradle seeing you strapped in your seat looking like you belong here and not staying on the planet. He settles in as well turning on the fixed ship the engines roaring as he begins to leave the spaceport of Mos Eisley.

“Thought this was your home?” It felt like a sensitive subject to bring up but you didn’t seem affected by it as you look out the window the dual suns you grew up to seeing rise and fall in the sky entering right over the horizon.

“I lost my home long ago…” You say your past is buried behind you. The childhood you desired to have old memories now and unrealistic dreams, “It’s time to let memories die.” The ship exits the atmosphere and you said goodbye to that chapter of your life. The home you grew up in, the planet you learned to survive in, the life you lost. All those memories are buried deep in the sands where your parents rot.

The only sign that you existed there before would be the small memorial for graves that were to never be filled. Three, a father, a mother, and their daughter. A small doll left as a childhood dies.

Goodbye, mama…papa.

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moiravim · 2 years ago

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Found

Dad!Din Djarin x Teen!GN!yn

Summary: you sneak into the Mandalorian's ship in hopes to find something valuable. When he catches you, you realize you've found something much better than you were hoping for.

You were sneaking into a strange space ship. It was the largest one you've ever seen. You had seen someone walk out of it and decided to go check if there was anything that would be useful for you. Money, food, or pretty much anything that you could sell.

That was, until you heard the doors shut. It worried you for a minute but then you decided you'd make an exit when the owner of the ship came back.

The ship lifted off the ground. You fill your pockets with random supplies before running back to the closed door. You try opening it and search for a button to open it.

It doesn't work. You can't find any way out. You wait out the time until the ship reaches it's next destination

When the ship settles back down you sigh in relief. Then, a mandalorian walked into the main room of the ship. He towers over you and your jaw drops.

Your hands start to shake and anxiously play with each other as you look up at the scary man.

Tears fill your eyes and you hear him sigh. "Show me your pockets." You empty out everything you had stolen as you start to sob.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Please" you cry out. He takes his things and puts them in their place as you try to explain everything to him.

"I didn't mean to- I mean- I'm sorry. Please, I don't have a lot of money, I just thought- I thought..." Your words are drowned out by your sobs.

He guides you over to a chair and you sit down in it. "Where are your parents?" He says.

The silence answers his questions. You shiver and he hands you a small blanket that you wrap around your arms.

He walks back to the room where he has just been and comes back with a small green creature.

"This is Grogu. I expect the two of you to stay here. I will be back." He says as he opens the door and walks out.

I look outside to see a town that looks nothing like your home. You wipe the last few tears in your eyes before looking around for something to do.

When he comes back he says nothing. He picks up Grogu and motions you to follow him. He sets Grogu down in his chair and sits down in his own.

You stand akwardly and the man points to an empty spot. You sit down and he nods.

"I'm Din." He says, breaking the silence. "...YN" you respond. He had already known he was gonna let you stay but this was the moment you had realized.

You slept on the way to wherever he had to go next. Although he tried his best to hide it, he had a soft spot for you. He was also extremely overprotective of you and wouldn't let anything bad happen to you.

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orangez3st · 1 month ago

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But I Still Love You

Marshal Commander Bacara × GN!Jedi!Reader

Summary: You and Bacara travel to Spira to spend rare quality time together on different beaches every time you visit. It only takes 13 beaches for him to find one empty without you. Rating: Teen & Up – 16+ for suggestive themes Tags & Warnings: songfic, established relationship, comfort, angst, but more angst, forbidden relationship, death of a loved one, reader is described to have hair that some breeze blew over, reader is commander but not padawan, suggestive themes (implied sexual acts), mentioned Mandalorian culture. Word Count: 3.1k A/N: Lana Del Rey made me write this in 8 hours with a whole different writing style (compared to the 8-ball Echo one? astronomical) and look I know this guy is a rough one but he needs a soft and angsty spotlight shining down on him too, okay? Enjoy (and bawl)!

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𝑪𝒂𝒏 𝑰 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒈𝒐 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅?

— 13 Beaches - Lana Del Rey [X]

“Have you ever thought about settling down?”

Your sweet melodic voice had never failed to lull him. Accompanied by the sheer breeze the little piece of paradise and the solemnity thereof it had to offer, he tried to breathe easier and enjoyed your presence, just like you enjoyed his, too. Sure, he'd been breaking about fifty or so regulations by now, but both of you had made a pact – and a pact was not meant to be broken. Never meant to be broken.

“After the war's over, I mean.”

Your gentle questions, never marked with a smidge of harm and bad intentions. Your sole presence reminded him of peace and whatever was good out in the galaxy, and because you always had goodness to spare.

That had been what drew Bacara to you. If not because of that one joint mission in the Outer Rim where you and your Jedi Master had been sent out, he'd never met you. He'd never go down there as your squad’s escort, because the Outer Rim is his territory. He'd never share a ship and don clever disguises in the streets in one of those planets with you and he'd never see how pleasant and radiant and bright you were – the very oppositional things he was often associated with. He’d never work close with you – so close, that one of those moments led to a soft, innocent, and curious meeting of the lips.

And that led to proper communications afterward. Whatever sparks lit within both of you had been let roam wild and free and burn even brighter. You rarely met him in person – he almost never came down to Coruscant. Outer Rim is his home aboard his venator, the Republic barricades untouched even by other battalions in the army. But when he did, you always greeted him with that radiant smile he'd grown to be fond of so much. One smile, and love had blossomed inside his chest so easily. He'd wished the war would end quicker and just as easily, but alas, in the midst of such heat, it was a fool's hope.

Remembering you'd asked him one of those harmless questions again, he turned to you at last and breathed in your presence again.

The way the sun had kissed your cheeks made him jealous. The golden sun had made you even more radiant, and beautiful. You were worth adoring. By him, especially. Either by poetic words that never for the life of him he'd utter out loud, or warm tight embraces, or kisses, or even in every graceful dance both of you commence beneath the covers… you'd been the sole object of his worship. Of his desire.

You were perfect. For his eyes. For him. To adore and to feast. For his… lowly and expendable self. You'd never seen those traits in him. You loved him as a man. Stern, pragmatic, frank. Unyielding, even to or against his own men. He'd do anything. But you understood. Sometimes you chastised him, sometimes it worked against his means. Anything that pleased you. Anything that would make that smile and ignite that glimmer in your eyes.

“No,” Bacara had found himself answering, an invisible sheet of gloom enveloping the tone of his answer, “Us clones weren't exactly created for that purpose. And you know this.”

“So you'll continue to serve?” you'd inquired once again, seemingly taken aback, with an unmistakable crease between your brows. He, too. It was obvious, he thought, and yet you still asked. “By the time the war's over, you'll stay in the corps?”

He'd nodded firmly, keeping his answer curt, “That’s how it's supposed to be, sir. Always.”

Your frown had dissipated, and your expression had softened as you sighed quietly through your nostrils. “How many times do I have to tell you that you don't need to call me that?” you'd chastised him gently, the corner of your lips barely lifting, but the sight was sweet to him, still. “When it's just us?”

He couldn't help it. It was a habit. Both of you had been in this deep dark out of forbidden relationship, after all. Too deep, but no, never dark. You were his light. Always be.

And you looked just as radiant as you sat cross-legged on the rug spread out on the sand. This was your twelfth beach you both had come across in Spira. Spira, with her beautiful golden beaches. The last eleven shores hadn't failed to amaze you both as you'd sat back together to watch the sunset. Sometimes in each other's arms, sometimes in each own comfort – like this one. That’s what he appreciates about you; you never forced him to be physical in rare, hard-earned relaxing times like this. He was never… touchy, but you'd made him grow softer around you. Anything that would make him comfortable without stepping over his boundaries, you obliged, and it watered his fields that spell out his already abundant love for you.

You'd tilted your head at him. “That should be your answer?”

Bacara had glanced down at his splayed kama on the rug. “I don't think I could… see my future outside the Marines.” Behold his fumble; he'd never fumbled with his word. Only did, once in a while, in your presence. “After all, I'm the marshal commander,” he finished firmly.

He looked at you. You always had this little crease between your eyebrows and a slight upturn of the mouth when you were conflicted. But then, you blinked. He thought he was mistaken, but no. Your eyes, your glimmering eyes that he adored so much, were misty and shining with pooled tears. You looked like you were teetering on a narrow ledge that barely had any space to steady your feet on, and there were two different canyons beneath you that would be ready to swallow you whole and spit you back out to another life upon choosing.

“I’ve been thinking about leaving the Jedi Order after the war.”

You were still teetering.

The outrageous shock that overcame his countenance was apparent upon his battle-hardened features. But still, it was you. He would never, for the short life of him, raise his voice at you. Not because you were vulnerable, but he'd feared the light you radiated brightly would go out upon his slightest use of hostility that he usually and casually blasts upon his men.

“What the hell's gotten into you?” had been what he managed to shove out of his throat.

“Something got me thinking lately,” you'd answered solemnly as you fiddled with the hem of your tunic. Not to avoid his persistent glare, but to slip yourself into a pocket of momentary peace and steadiness as you'd calmly elaborated, “We’re allowed to express our love but not allowed to form attachments. Then I look back into the concept of marriage, it's both. Somewhat. You're bound to the one you love, and they're bound to you, too. Roughly, explicitly; that is attachment. Would you agree?”

Bacara had been listening to you all along, and took your words to his understanding. He'd never looked deep into marriage because that wasn't what he was created for, so he'd found himself nodding, although subtly, and thoughtfully, indulging you. “My general is involved in a polygamous marriage.”

“To save his species. That's something a Jedi Order would stamp their approval on, and they did,” you'd rebutted gently, “But for merely spending the rest of your life to just love and cherish one person…” you shook your head, “Apparently it's attachment in Master Yoda's books.”

“Because you're supposed to love every other living thing that breathes too and not particularly just one person?”

“Precisely.”

There was a slight swell in his chest as you smiled at his brilliance to catch on quick, but given the initial topic that carries this conversation thus far, he swiftly quenched it down. He caught on, of course. You were talking about him. About both of you. About your forbidden relationship that had been going for a while now, and now you wanted something from him that he couldn't give.

Because he was bound to his duty, and you to your celibacy oaths. Bound by the Jedi Order made you radiate this much light, and he very selfishly didn't want, and never would desire, that light to be flicked out. It would leave him in the dark. Your light breathed so much life into him. Without it, it would leave him lost, afraid, petrified, indecisive, lifeless.

“Don’t.” Bacara had looked at you warningly. But deep down, his heart felt heavy in his chest and he felt like grieving. Loss, already. “The Jedi Order is all you've known. It's your family.”

“But–”

“We can just… be like this,” he'd interrupted you, barely hearing you as he'd gone on, letting caution and his sternness creep into his words, “Stay low. Don't attract attention. No PDA. You, in the Order. I, in the Marines, without even the slightest intention to desert.” Because how dare he abandon his duty? Sure, you were his duty as well and yet… certainly you knew, and you'd made sure, that the life of many must take precedence.

“But if you still wish to step back, either because you don't care about your no-attachment teaching bullshit or the fact that I can't give you what you want, I'll respect your decision.”

And with that he at last let his fear – to be abandoned for the sake of duty and solitary peace – overtaking his words. So the man who loved fiercely within him steadied his feet, fixed his stance, imaginary tears dried and wiped away from his tawny cheeks, and uttered his prepared sacrifices to the scenario of whatever divines that reside and swim in the cosmos.

“You're a fool for even thinking about that, Cara.”

He recalls your slight broken smile when you uttered that to him. Golden sunlight. Breeze upon your cheeks that blew your stray tresses of hair into a lazy sway among the brushing air of nature. All those heavenly images of you, and yet… tears had remained pooling and gathering in your waterline, your irises reflecting spectrum colors, shining everything paradisiacal and everything not.

“And you're not?” he'd argued, his expression was fierce at that time, as he fought for your light to stay, too. “You're leaving your– that's practically your family. That’s the whole life you've ever known!”

“I am willing to leave the Order for my own peace and solitude.” You were certain now. The doubt had scurried away from your quivering tone and your avoidant gaze. And you had looked up at him, your eyes sang and intoned your love symphony as you'd uttered, “And by far I've only found it… in moments like this. With you.”

You slid closer to his person, the words tumbling off your sweet, sweet lips were fire that burns and melts and sends his sky-high frozen cliffs of ice fractured and tumbling. Your glimmering eyes where your steadfast tears nested pierce and bored deeply into his very soul, his core where the man who loved fiercely resided inside him – the same man who welcomed you, your tenderness, and your love, the one who deemed you equal to him and his values and qualities.

“I just feel…” You looked down momentarily, your heart offered openly and had been in the palm of your hands as you confessed fully with its wholeness, “If only I could stop being prim and proper, being the light to someone else I wouldn't pass by or ever think about twice… I just want to be the light to the one I constantly think about.”

Him.

You. You were his light. And you desired to be his light. In the dark, whenever he closed his eyes and thought about you. In the dark, when you both were bare and entangled with one another. In the dark, in the very bleakness of his missions in the deathly arena of his unit. You desired to be his light, just so he wouldn't walk alone in the dark, in fear.

And you were never afraid to touch him, to remind him that to place a loving caress of tenderness upon hardened features such as his was never impossible. In the momentary haziness of his mind trying to process it all, the longing in his limbs to just hold you spoke louder than his need of personal space. And there, in your twelfth beach, Bacara silently poured all his love and desire for you; coaxing you into his lap, warm strong hands gripping your thighs as he did and settled them on your back, his fingers that were bare of gloves clinging onto your modest tunic. Missing your warmth and scent only urged him to bury his face deep into your shoulder, his nose nuzzling the exposed skin of your neck.

“Only if you would allow me to have you for the rest of my life.”

All that, and you still gave him a choice.

“Because I love you, Bacara.”

His words failed him that day. He soothed your quivering lips with his own, with every give and take of breaths, and with every trade and caress of skin that led him to shade off his armor and your fabric layers. Both of you, laying bare under the setting sun in your twelfth beach in Spira, breathing each other's desire for each other, taking what the other had to give, and giving what the other had to take. All your love, all your want, all your wishes for the future.

The future that is now bleak and fractured and broken and bleeds nothing but all the cruelty and unfairness the galaxy has to offer.

He'd landed first with his starfighter on your thirteenth beach. Fifty or so regulations broken, yet worth the risk every damn time. Worth to see you, to see your radiant smile as you would run over to him and be engulfed by his strong arms.

This time would be different. It would no longer be mere idle conversations for the comfort of the heart. It would be a trade of vows – he decided, per Mandalorian customs. His root. The culture that had been blatantly and shamelessly taught by his trainers within the cages of pristine white walls of Kamino. That way you would be his, and he would be yours – one when together, and one when apart.

Within the depths of his ship, Bacara waited. For you. With you, his patience never seemed to run out. But the longer the time stretched that the sun had begun to set and had been inches away from kissing the horizon where the sky met the sea, anxiousness crept into his being. The depths of his icy mountains formed deep dark crevasses and it left him feeling unwhole. Emptiness settled into his stomach and taught to never ignore his gut instincts as a soldier, he overthrew everything to reach for and put his communicator into good use.

He couldn't reach you. Yet. Because he didn't know where you were. You could've been in hyperspace heading home as you'd reported to him a while ago. But before he could patch himself through with one of his battalion commanders he entrusted his situation with, said commander had reached out to him first.

“Commander Bacara, sir.”

His heart thundered inside his chest. “News. Now.”

“I’ve caught up with my contact in the 104th, sir,” the other man had said, “The shuttle en route to Coruscant was attacked by a band of pirates who allied with the Separatists. Their Jedi Commander was executed. No one else on board is left alive.”

And just like that, someone had left the room and flicked the lights off.

Now, he's left in the dark. Alone. Cold. Claws had sprouted out from the shadowy, bleakest corners of the underworld and tried to drag him under. Shadows or light, space or soil, rock or water. Anything. Anywhere. To see you. To see your light. To see you take his hand and guide the path ahead together.

“I’ll… leave you to it, sir. My deep condolences,” his commander had said again. Not that Bacara heard him, nor acknowledged him. “Over and out.”

And where are you now?

Lying on the durasteel floors of your ship, cold and unmoving – breathless, lifeless, lightless – with your heart no longer beating? How did you die? A blaster bolt, point blank, through the chest? The sight of you which he feasts upon the way you move and dance and glide above him? Through the head? Between the eyes, where he caught your little crease that formed a frown upon his relentless means? Through the neck? Under your jaw, where he placed his lips as he once made love to you?

In the wind? Under the white sunlight where the soft breeze of Spira always seemed to love you as you, too, were strong with the Force.

In the waters? Swimming with its rich aquatic life and dancing along with the currents that take you wherever you go?

Or beyond the horizon with the golden setting sun?

Bacara mulls long into the far ocean, with time being ever so kindly to slow yet being so cruel to never did when he spent time here with you. And now there is no you. You fell. To the place he can't follow.

Actually he can.

But you were so pure, you glowed with so much light whereas he is just a cold and calculating man. Surely you'd reside in the brightest of stars and in the warmest of light, placed so high up – just so you wouldn't fall to the deepest pit full of faults to the brim, the darkest of dungeons, the coldest of crevasses.

Even if he dies, he is certain he will never see you again.

And with that revelation the whole world comes crashing down upon him.

But then he remembers he never let your tears flow that last time. You held it in. You were so, so strong with your desire for freedom. So strong with your intention to leave your entire life built upon sacred teachings and words of peace for him. So strong with your love to spend your entire life with him.

Had you not been taken away from him.

Such suddenness. Such pain.

His tears now only leave tracks upon his cheeks as he gazes out into the horizon again, into the golden sun, where he's certain that you now reside at peace – the very thing you'd always desired.

“Mhi solus dar'tome, ner nau.”

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