#mermaid din djarin

[holmes-ja]

I give you...the Mermandalorian.

[dragonjadearts]

from the fic Starlight Warmth, because you can never have too many space mermaids <3 <3

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[movietimegirl]

Anakin: He's a Mandalorian, your a Jedi!

Luke: That doesn't make us enemies.

[25centsoda]

DinLuke Fic in honor of AO3 Down

Chapter 1 of my five-chapter wip (currently getting my ass kicked by chapter 3) to feed the starving masses on this terrible day of AO3 Down. Fic and summary subject to change by the time I finish, edit, and finally post it. Fair warning this chap is 9 pages on my google doc.

Summary: After rescuing Grogu, Din retired to a quiet life as a lighthouse keeper with his son. Unfortunately, his life is determined to be anything but quiet.

Tags: Mermaid au, DinLuke, Din Djarin, Grogu, Luke Skywalker, Cara Dune, Moff Gideon, Darth Vader, Emperor Palpatine, Little Mermaid-ish, fantasy au, modern au, AAC, autistic Grogu, nonspeaking Grogu, Din was a hitman

EDIT: AUGH apparently AO3 came back up while I was posting. Was supposed to be down for 3 more hours...smh. Anyways, enjoy ig!

There was a merman lying on the rocky beach, above the tidal line, not twenty feet away.

Din rubbed his eyes. Blinked. The merman was still there.

He turned around.

Turned back.

Still there.

His gaze drifted up to the clouds as he thought, mind churning like stormy waves. Had he had breakfast that morning? Or water? Dehydration did things to the brain, right? Maybe the kid had kept him up too late and he was dreaming…

A rock landed very near his foot. He looked down.

The merman was waving to him. Propped up on one pale arm, with blue��gills? Fins? Waving merrily just behind his ears. There were more fins along the back of each arm. He was smiling and mouthing something, but no sound was coming out.

Din better not be hallucinating.

He picked his way across the rocks and stopped in front of the…fish. Man. Gods above, there were scales on this man’s bare stomach, and just below his belly button the skin faded entirely into blue scales, and his lower half was…

The merman flapped his tail, silently laughing. It slapped the ground with a wet sound.

Din could only stare.

The merman waved his hand, bringing Din’s attention back to his face, which was unfairly beautiful, a fact that Din elected to ignore. He began signing animatedly and mouthing something, but it wasn’t any sign language Din knew, and he’d never been great at reading lips.

Din shook his head. “Sorry, I don’t understand.”

The merman stopped signing with a huff. He bit his lip, looking around. There wasn’t much to see. This beach was isolated—that’s why Din had chosen it. There was nothing around except for chunks of pale rocks in varying sizes, the water, and, distantly, grassy dunes. And the lighthouse Din was paid to keep.

“Hold on,” Din said. He got several steps away before another thrown rock reminded him to say, “I’ll be right back. I’m going to get something that will help.”

It was a long walk back to the lighthouse, but it was a walk he made every other day, to ensure that nothing weird or dangerous had washed up. And it was a good thing, too, because evidently something had washed up. Or…someone? Din wasn’t really sure how to refer to a literal merman. He still wasn’t convinced that he hadn’t hallucinated the whole thing.

Grogu was waiting at the door for him, one little hand holding the doorframe as he leaned out of it, waving his device. “Ba!” he shouted. His black hair fell into his face—Din needed to cut it soon—as he looked down to make selections. As Din neared, the device read out, “Dad where go? Why back soon?”

Din tousled his son’s hair. “Just came back to grab something real quick, buddy. I’ve gotta go out again.”

Grogu tilted his head in question.

Din passed him, entering the kitchen. “I don’t know what I’ve found. Somebody that needs help, I think.”

.

.

.

Din made his way back to the beach. The merman was still there. Din wished he had thought to grab himself a bottle of water, or a snack or something, but the fact that the man was still there boded well for Din’s mental faculties, if not for the logic of the universe.

“Can you read English? D’you even know English? Do you know what I’m saying?”

Din felt stupid, talking to some hallucination-man-fish-thing, but the man nodded, so Din took that as a yes.

“Okay. Uh, well I have this.” He held out the communication board that he had brought. It was laminated—they all were, so that they would last longer—so it wouldn’t be bothered by the fact that the man reaching out a hand to take it was still dripping wet. Din had grabbed the hospital board rather than any of the core boards or fringe vocabularies, thinking that it would be the most useful. It wasn’t like Grogu already had a single-page board for mermaid trapped on the beach, and Din figured that the man was likely to be injured or hurting in some way, being so far up on the rocks. “Point to whatever you want to say.”

The merman examined the green board with interest, front and back. He seemed to read every icon carefully. The back had the alphabet and “YES”/”NO” along the bottom, a section labeled “I WANT”, a section labeled “I AM”, “I WANT TO SEE”, and a section containing icons for yes, no, thank you, stop, pen/paper. The front had pictures of a blank, uncolored body showing the front and back view with a pain scale in the middle, and icons describing different types of pain like itches, stings, can’t move. Along the sides of the front were requests for items, bathroom, and like that, don’t like, repeat that, speak louder.

After a while, Din said, “Well? Are you, uh, injured, or anything?”

The man scanned the board again, and finally pointed to the image of a glass labeled Water. As he did so, Din noticed that his fingers were webbed halfway together, with shimmering blue, nearly-transparent webbing. He looked up at Din.

“Right. Right.” Din found himself swinging his arms as he looked around the beach. He forced himself to stop. “I can. Uh.” How heavy could a fish-man be? Probably very heavy. Still—“I can bring you back to the ocean?”

The merman shook his head vehemently, eyes wide. Din noticed for the first time that they were blue, like the man’s fins. The man pointed to the red icon labeled NO over and over.

Din held up a placating hand. “Okay, okay. No ocean. Got it.” He didn’t understand in the slightest, but the message was clear. “What if I bring up a bucket?”

The man nodded.

Din…didn’t have a bucket on him. Luckily, there was a storage shed not too far from here—there was a dock about half a mile back. Once he had a bucket and filled it with water, he hesitated.

“Do you want me to just—” Din made a motion like he was going to throw the water on him.

The man gestured for the bucket. Din handed it over. The man dipped his hand in and splashed the water on the fins sticking out of his head.

Huh. Maybe those were his gills, or…something. Din didn’t exactly know that much about fish biology. Mostly what he knew about was killing. And, slowly, how to care for a nonspeaking toddler.

“Are you lost? Are you, uh, hungry?”

The man pointed to Thank you. 

Din was suddenly seized with the urge to know—”What’s your name? If��if you can spell it.” If a merman knew English, he could spell his name in English, right? Or would it be all clicks and whistles, like a dolphin?

He watched as the man spelled L—U—K—E.

“Luke.”

A nod and a smile.

“Luke,” Din said again, and wasn’t it enough that the man had an unfairly attractive face and, if he was already admitting things to himself anyway, body? Did he have to have a name that moved in Din’s mouth like that?

N—A—M—E—?

“What?”

Luke spelled it out again.

“Oh, my name.” Gods, Din was an idiot. “It’s Din. Din Djarin.”

Din. Luke mouthed the name, smiling. Din felt like he was going to combust.

“Uh, if you’re not going to go back in the ocean…” Din paused again. Luke shook his head wildly, almost unbalancing himself. Din forged on. “...would you like to come to my house? I have a bathtub I can fill with salt water for you; it’s probably more comfortable than these rocks.”

Luke pointed to Yes.

“Okay, great.”

It was quite the job getting Luke to his house. He’d thought he was pretty strong, but they had to take several breaks for Din to catch his breath. The merman was slimy in his arms, his scales rough. Luke held on to the (emptied) bucket and the hospital communication board. By the time they got back to the house, the sun was beginning to set, Din’s arms and shirt were rubbed raw, and Grogu was angry—at least, he was until he saw what Din had in his arms.

Grogu squealed. His device read out, “Mermaid! Mermaid! Mermaid!” He did a little dance, flapping his arms and twirling excitedly in the doorway.

“Move, kid,” Din grit out, muscles shaking. Luke waved from his arms.

Grogu got out of the way and Din made it all the way into the bathroom before he had to set Luke down again lest he drop him. Luke shivered on the cold tile. Din had to reach over him to turn on the tap. Grogu waited in the doorway, watching.

“Oh—sorry, do you need salt water?”

Luke pointed to Yes, his hands shaking. His golden-blond hair was drying now, into thick waves around his gills. Some of the blue spots on his skin were turning colorless, as well, which probably wasn’t great.

“Kid, stay with him a minute, I’m gonna get salt water.” Din pulled the drain open and stood, shaking off the water.

More buckets. More trips back and forth to the shore. It took more than Din had thought to fill up the bathtub. Luke splashed himself every so often as he waited. Grogu had brought in the whole folder of laminated communication boards, and pulled down the laminated booklet on a hook from the bathtub, and he and Luke were engaged in a vibrant conversation that meant that Din had to watch where he stepped lest he slip.

Finally, the tub was full, and Din hauled Luke up one last time, and into the water. Luke slapped his tail excitedly, splashing water everywhere. Grogu squealed, raising his little hands up to the sky. Din was entranced by the water shining off Luke’s blue scales, the almost translucent…skin?...on the bottom fin, the rigid, darker blue spines that held it together.

An alarm shook Din out of his thoughts.

He stood. “I’ve got to make dinner and get everything set up for the night. Are you two good here?”

Luke held up a beach vocabulary board and pointed to Yes. Grogu squealed again, nodding vigorously.

“Try not to make too much of a mess,” Din said. He put two towels on the floor in front of the tub, which soaked up some of the water. He held back a sigh. Fighting mold was a constant battle, in a building so close to the ocean. Hopefully any mold-related damages wouldn’t get taken out of his paycheck, even if they were in the bathroom and therefore probably his fault.

Attending to his regular duties kept Din’s mind off the merman in his bathroom for a while. He stood outside long enough to get a sense of the weather, and reported it on the radio, then listened to the airwaves for a while to see if there were any nearby boaters that needed rescuing—an über-rare occurrence, on this island. He briefly entertained the idea of radioing in his “rescue” of Luke, but what would he say? “I found a merman”? Saying that would be a one-way ticket to a psych eval if not a hospital stay - in other words, losing this safe haven where he and his son lived. Besides, without the merman in front of him, the whole thing felt like a dream. A dream that left raw skin on his chest and arms. A dream he wouldn’t breathe a word about.

He walked around the perimeter of the lighthouse and the station house, noting down any damages that would need repair or repainting soon. Took inventory of foodstuffs—they were starting to run low, but a supply was due in a week, and they had the garden, as long as a storm didn’t take it out. Tended the garden—ripped out some kudzu that kept somehow finding its way onto this isolated island, squirted bugs off the rosemary with one of Grogu’s little water guns. Checked on the water filters, generators, and radio antenna. Luckily everything was in decent order in spite of a day of neglect.

The sun was well and truly set by the time that Din went back inside the station house and started making dinner—chicken fingers, Grogu’s favorite. After some hesitation, he threw some frozen fish sticks on the baking tray as well. Maybe Luke would eat them. Din hadn’t gone fishing in a few weeks; Grogu had had him working their way through a craft book Cara had brought them at the last supply drop, which didn’t leave a lot of time for much beyond his daily duties, time consuming as they were. If Luke wanted fresh fish, Din could go fishing tomorrow.

He stacked up three plates on his arms and brought them into the bathroom. Not a large bathroom to begin with, it was a crowded space between the adult, the kid, and the mermaid. Setting his own on the white marbled sink countertop, he handed a plate of chicken fingers and broccoli to Grogu and a plate of fish sticks to Luke.

“It’s fish,” he explained. “With breadcrumbs.” At Luke’s blank look, Din hastily explained, “Bread is, uh, it comes from grain, wheat, and so it’s kind of…like…well, it’s a carbohydrate. I dunno if you have those in…the ocean. Try it, and tell me if you can eat it, or if you need something else.” He sorted through Grogu’s communication boards scattered on the tile floor, and found one with ocean creatures, which he set on the rim of the bathtub.

Grogu turned his nose up at the broccoli with a huff.

“Come on, kid, you’ve gotta have vegetables.” Din was too tired to really argue the point tonight, but Grogu didn’t need to know that.

Luke reached one dripping hand out of the tub and pointed to the broccoli on Grogu’s plate, with an encouraging sort of Go on expression, nodding. The broccoli got a little damp at the touch of his pale finger. Din grimaced, sure that the salt water would ruin whatever little chance there was of getting the kid to eat his vegetables.

Grogu surprised him by digging in.

Din blinked.

Alright then. He’d keep slightly soggy in mind, on his list of ‘things that get Grogu to eat.’ Kids were mysterious creatures sometimes.

Din ate his own plate of chicken fingers and broccoli sitting on the closed toilet seat, watching the two of them interact. It was, of course, mostly silent, occasionally interspersed with one of Grogu’s noises like “ba!” Luke picked at his fishsticks (after scraping off the breading), Grogu picked at his chicken fingers. Their hands were pretty occupied with the boards. At this angle, he couldn’t see all that they pointed to, but he saw the fairytale board, ocean, and mythology. And home.

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.

.

After they finished eating, Din cleared the plates, and let Grogu and Luke talk for another hour while he cleaned up and checked the weather again.

“Alright kid, bedtime.”

“Ba!” Grogu said angrily, his little face scrunched up. Din’s heart melted in spite of himself. 

“No, come on, it’s time for bed.”

Luke waved his hand for Grogu’s attention. Once he had it, he exaggeratedly stretched and yawned, then put his hands together and leaned his head against them, breathing big in, and out. If he was underwater, Din was sure that there would be enormous bubbles coming out of his mouth, adding to the effect.

Grogu giggled. Luke peeked with one eye and smiled, then went right back to it.

Din gathered up all the communication boards and knocked them up on the counter, making them into a neat stack. He grabbed Grogu’s hand.

“Come on, I’ll sing to you.”

Luke broke out of his acting and waved goodbye, flapping his hand.

“I’ll check on you before I go to bed,” Din promised over his shoulder. He left the door open a crack, so that Luke could hear them move around and know that he hadn’t been left in the house alone.

Luckily Grogu’s room had a bathroom attached to it, so he could still have a quick bath—the salt water he and Luke had been splashing in all evening didn’t count—and brush his teeth before bed. Din brushed his teeth beside Grogu, glad for once that he still kept his toothbrush on his nightstand instead of in the main bathroom, an old habit from more chaotic days.

Finally, Din got Grogu clean, dry, in pajamas, and tucked into bed with his favorite frog plushie.

Din knelt beside his bed with a groan, cursing old injuries and unstretched muscles. “Alright, kid, what do you want me to sing?”

Grogu made grabby hands for his device. Din pulled it off the charger and handed it over. Grogu navigated through the pages swiftly, before finally selecting, “Sun.”

“Alright.” Din cleared his throat, and began to sing. “You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me hap-py, when skies are gray.”

Grogu snuggled down in his blankets, clutching his favorite Froggie close to his chest, watching Din with absolute love and trust in his eyes. It made Din’s heart clench. Stars, he loved this kid. He would move heaven and earth for him. He had, when he’d rescued him. Although really, it was Din that had been rescued that day.

He reached a hand out and caressed the soft brown hair atop Grogu’s head. “You’ll never know, dear, how much I love you. Please don’t take, my sun-shine a-way.” He kissed his son’s forehead. “You all ready for sleep, big guy?”

Grogu squealed softly.

“Alright.” Din pressed his forehead to Grogu’s one last time as he took his device and set it on the bedside table, and turned out the light. “If you need anything, just yell.”

He closed the door softly, leaving just a crack to let light through.

Luke was waiting in the bathroom, arms folded on the rim of the bathtub, his head resting on top. He perked up when Din came in, but not much.

“How’s your, uh, oxygen?”

Luke gave a thumbs up.

“Tired?”

Luke nodded.

“Yeah, me too.” His muscles were certainly sore from lugging all that water and the merperson. He needed to work out more, probably. As busy as this job kept him, it didn’t maintain his physical fitness the way he used to. He’d let himself get…soft, as Grogu’s dad.

“You good for the night? Need any fresh water?”

Luke shook his head. Thankfully. Din didn’t particularly want to go out in the pitch dark. It would be hard to hold a flashlight and a full bucket at the same time.

“Can you write?” At Luke’s nod, Din took out a weather resistant notepad and pen and set them on the rim of the bathtub beside Luke’s head. “We’re expecting a supply run in a day or so. If you need anything, or want anything, I can radio shore and have it delivered then.”

The merman perked up. Thank you!!! he wrote, with three exclamation marks. Din huffed a laugh.

Luke wrote, head bowed, for a while. Din watched his golden hair, long dried except around his…gills, bounce softly, reflecting the overhead light. It was mesmerizing, like watching light bounce off of water.

When Luke held up the notepad again, Din had to shake himself a little to refocus.

Salmon

Oysters

Something soft to lay on the side

Something I can help you with, as payment for taking me in

Din blinked. “I don’t need you to help me with anything.”

Luke’s gaze was pleading. No: Begging.

Din shook his head. “Really. Most of my job you can’t help me with anyway; unless you can repaint the lighthouse or pull weeds.”

Luke frowned, his lip stuck out. Din couldn’t help having a little thrill at the sight. It was adorable.

“Really! I guess I could…” He really thought about it. He supposed…that the counter could use a little basket for his keys. One of Grogu’s favorites from the craft book was basket-weaving. He could show Luke how to do it, and thus keep them both occupied, and Luke could feel useful. “Do you know how to weave baskets?”

Luke nodded eagerly.

“I’ll collect some materials for you from the wildflower garden tomorrow. Grogu can help.” Din broke off with a yawn. “I’ll tell our supplier to get the rest of it. Sleep well.”

Luke pointed at Din and mimed sleeping, with his head on his hands, then nodded as if to say You too.

Din smiled and turned to go. He paused in the doorway with his hand on the light switch.

“On or off?”

Luke tilted his head, brow furrowed. To demonstrate, Din flicked the lights off, then back on. Then again, saying out loud which was which.

“Thumbs up, on. Thumbs down, off.” He showed how to do it as he spoke. Luke gave a thumbs down. “Lights off it is,” he said, turning them off. “Goodnight. See you in the morning.”

He left the door cracked open again and made his way up the stairs, stifling a yawn.

He wouldn’t be surprised if the bathroom was empty in the morning. Weirder things had happened.

Although, if he was honest with himself—no, weirder things hadn’t happened. Sure, he’d had some odd jobs in his old life, but none of it had involved the supernatural. No, it was all kingpins and businessmen and whistleblowers, hackers, grifters, thieves, and the occasional unopened suitcase. Once, on his last job, a child. Never a merman.

Well, this made two that he’d kept instead of killed. Two that he’d saved.

He’d definitely gone soft.

But he found…he didn't mind it.

[mandalorianchronicles]

Do you think Disney might be trying to tell us something?

[the-blind-assassin-12]

Tidal Force

A MERMAY ONE SHOT 

A/N: Here we are with yet another thing I had no intention of writing but that grabbed hold of my brain and wouldn’t let go - a mermaid au (sort of, you’ll see) featuring Din Djarin. Hence why I am posting this in the very middle of the night (which is actually kind of appropriate for this story... again, you’ll see). I had fun with it, and I hope that you will, too. 

Word Count: 2.7k 

Warnings: deep water, brief mention of injury, female reader who is for all purposes a mermaid, departure from canon because if we’re throwing mermaids in we can also throw some canon out. i have spoken. 

Summary: You’ve always felt drawn to the moon, you just never really knew why. Until now. 

As far back as you could remember, you had always felt the pull of the moon.

It would start in your chest - a slow swell of longing that eventually became impossible to ignore. Not that you ever wanted to. Equal parts ache and bliss, curiosity and apprehension, it would tug you towards the open water with just one thought echoing through your mind:

Maybe tonight. Maybe this time.

You knew it was improbable. Even as you cut through the current, the cool water gliding over your skin and the iridescent scales of your fins, you knew. Even as you rose up, up, up through the depths, and those thoughts repeated over and over again, you knew. Even as you swam with all of your speed and strength towards the source of the pull, you knew what you were most likely to find - nothing but the thick, glassy ceiling that separated your world from the surface, from the topside, from the silver-white glow of Concordia’s kiss.

But maybe.

Maybe it would be the night that the legends were proven true. Maybe you would finally see the sky, feel fresh air, be kissed by the moonlight. A rush of warmth would bubble through your bloodstream. Maybe it would be the night that you left the sunken, sealed depths of the Sundari Sea, shed your tail and stepped out on dry land.

Maybe tonight.

You tried, each time, not to let your hopes soar too high. But the lure of the moon was no match for your will, and each time you rose only to be disappointed by the press of your palm against the crystalized barrier between worlds. You would sigh, curling your fingertips against the semi-transparent ceiling. The swell in your chest would begin to recede as you gazed up through the glass and wondered if any of it was true. If there ever even was a topside. And if there wasn’t, you wondered if you would ever be free of the pull.

Not tonight.

You would return to your home, swimming back into the deep and down through the channels that connected the sea to the underground system of beskar caves and saltwater lakes, where the rest of your kind lived. It was safe there. Secluded, yes, but safe from attack or invasion. You would curl back up in your bed and remind yourself of that, and as the current settled around you again, you recalled the stories from your childhood, falling asleep with your favorites playing through your mind.

The kiss of Concordia. The one who lived in both worlds. The sea maiden who rescued the topside king.

According to the myths you were raised on, Mandalore had once been a very different planet than it was now - one with lush forests that were rich with natural resources, one that was home to the most skilled warriors in the galaxy. These topsiders encased themselves in armor made from the beskar that lined the underwater caves, the very same mineral that the shimmery, chain-link clothing your people wore on their top halves was made from, and an agreement was made between the two worlds of Mandalore - that those above, in their impenetrable suits of steel, would offer protection from outside enemies to those below in exchange for access to the beskar.

For centuries the agreement held, and relations between the Mandalorians of the Sundari Sea and those who lived on land continued to remain peaceful. The legends even told of a sea maiden named Cyare and the leader of the land dwellers who had fallen in love despite not being able to share the same world. The man had been shot down in some skirmish over the sea, and the weight of his armor had dragged him down, fast. Unconscious and injured, he surely would have died had the sea maiden not found him and pulled him back up to the surface.

She stayed with him for days until he woke, tended to his wounds for weeks and cared for him until he was healed. The bond that was formed between them was so pure and powerful, so full of love, that on the night before he was to return home to his people, as the light of the full moon touched her skin, she was transformed. Her scaled tailfin became two legs, and she rose from the water to stand beside her beloved, the final barrier between their worlds broken.

The stories almost always ended with the prophecy that one day, another sea maiden of Mandalore would be called to rescue another Mandalorian warrior, and that their moonlit union would signify another long and prosperous era of peace and protection between the two worlds.

But it was just a story.

You had been trying to tell yourself that for years. Others of your kind let go of those legends as they got older, moved on and accepted that they were nothing but tall tales spun to entertain imaginative children. None of them were pulled from their chambers in the middle of the night by some force of the tide each time the moon was full. None of them longed to have the chance to walk on land, none of them needed to know what the moonlight felt like.

Because it isn’t even possible.

There were other stories that you’d grown up with, but those weren’t ones you liked to remember. They told of war and destruction so brutal and violent that it had ravished the planet, left it stripped and scarred, decimated the oceans. Layers of crust and crystalized vapor overtook the entire surface, sealing the sea beneath them. Any topsiders who survived those wars had long since forgotten that the Sundari Sea had ever existed, and then they, too, had ceased to exist.

The legends told of an event known as the Great Purge - an attack on Mandalore that was meant to erase its people once and for all. That one, though the heaviest and most upsetting of them all, was unfortunately also the one that was most likely true. Afterall, no one had seen a topsider in close to a hundred years.

And that includes the moon. No one has seen the moon since before the Great Purge.

It was that thought that broke your heart the most. Because it meant that the stories and the prophecy were only just that - legends and fables. But even realizing this, you knew that the next time you felt the pull of the moon you would still follow it. Even knowing that it was impossible, you would still seek the open air and the silver light and the possibility that the land dwelling Mandalorians might return one day.

– – – –

“But the mines were destroyed in the Purge.”

How am I supposed to bathe in the Living Waters if I can’t even get to them?

He stood opposite the Armorer, the weight of her visor of her golden helm trained directly on him.

“This is the Way.”

Her reply was one he’d heard countless times before. But that had been the first time that it hadn’t felt like reassurance. Still, he returned the words and accepted the challenge. Because even if it was impossible, it was the only path he could take.

This is the Way.

When Bo-Katan had declined his invitation to join him on his journey to Mandalore, he had been further disheartened. She had once been the spearhead of the initiative to retake the ancestral homeworld of their people. To hear her say that Mandalore was lost, that she had no desire to return to it anymore didn’t make him feel any better about the chances of his mission being a success.

But I have to try. I have to.

“Then I will go alone.”

She glared at him from the throne in the great hall of her stronghold on Kalevala. “Then you’re a bigger fool than I thought you were, Din Djarin.” A mirthless laugh left her lips as she raised one hand towards the door. “Go on. Leave me in peace.”

He did as she asked then, but when he landed safely on the surface of Mandalore several days later and found that it wasn’t toxic or poisoned or blown to pieces like she and others had said it was, he felt far from foolish. For the first time since being told that he was no longer a Mandalorian, he felt something start to swell inside him. Hope. With help from R5 he was able to scan the surface and locate the ruins of the civic center in the city of Sundari, beneath which lay the mines and the Living Waters.

When he was attacked by a pack of Alamites along the way, he hadn’t noticed that one of them had managed to sink its tusk between his chest plate and shoulder pauldron. He’d dispatched them before the pain could register, and that had been further delayed as the last one fell with a thud, clearing his view and giving him his first glimpse at what he’d thought was impossible.

Redemption.

Instead of destroying them, the seismic activity of the Purge had actually deepened the waters, opening up underground aquifers that hadn’t been accessed in centuries. Stumbling forwards, he made his way into the shallows, reciting the words of the Creed aloud in the empty chamber. But halfway through, he lost his step and suddenly the weight of his armor and the pull of the water was too much for his battle-weakened body, and he was plummeting. Down, down, down to the depths.

– – – –

You woke with a jolt, gasping and clutching at your chest.

It had never been so strong. Where it normally began as a gentle pull, that night it was as though a hook had lodged itself in your heart and was dragging you into motion.

Tonight. You thought, and it was the first time that you felt so sure, the first time that there wasn’t a maybe attached. Tonight. Tonight.

You raced through the channels and rose towards the surface, but this time, instead of following the same path you always took, you felt the pull take you a different way.

But this doesn’t lead to the surface. This just leads to the old mines and the…

It was then that you remembered the last detail of the story about Cyare and the Mandalorian king. The pool of water where she was able to stay close to him after rescuing him had since been built around and used ceremoniously as a place of new life and fresh starts.

They called it the Living Waters. That’s… that’s where I’m going now.

You weren’t sure why, because you knew for a fact that the moon wouldn’t be visible from there. But the urgency you felt only grew with each beat of your heart, and you swam faster than ever to find out why. And you didn’t have to wait long.

As soon as you arrived, your eyes doubled in size as you saw him - the figure of a man from the world above, clad head to toe in shiny beskar armor just like in the myths, plunging through the dark, cold water to what would certainly be his demise.

I have to help him!

You couldn’t be sure if the thought came first, or if it was your grip beneath his arms, but once you had him securely in your hold, you darted straight up until you breached the water and were surrounded by the cathedral like cavern of the partially collapsed mines. With a powerful push of your tail, you lifted the man up onto the steps that led out of the water. For a few terrible seconds you waited, watching his chest for the rise and fall of breaths, wondering if you’d been too late. But just as you were about to reach out and touch him again, a cough came from under his helmet and relief flooded your whole being.

“You’re alive!” The rush of joy you felt over that simple statement was almost too much. Another round of coughing and sputtering came as his reply, and then you noticed the blood. Oh, no. Frowning, you looked down at him. “But you’re hurt. Don’t move, let me take a look.”

“Who…” He coughed again as you pressed both hands to the gap between the metal covering his body. “Who are you?”

You licked a few stray drops of water from your lips and told him your name. “I am a sea maiden of Mandalore.” Narrowing your eyes, you peered at his wound and sighed as you realized it wasn’t as bad as it could have been, and that you’d be able to patch it up with paste made from the grasses that grew in the lakebed of these waters. “Who are you?”

He panted out a few uneven breaths and groaned as he sat up slightly. “My name is Din Djarin. I-” He sucked in a breath and you pulled your hands away, sinking further down into the water. When he spoke again, he did so with a small but noticeable shake of his head. “I didn’t know that there were sea folk on Mandalore.”

That actually made you smile. “And I didn’t know that there were any topsiders left on Mandalore.” He tilted his chin, the curve of his helmet catching a reflection from the water, but before he could speak again he flinched and grabbed for his injured shoulder. “Hold on,” you told him, lifting one finger. “I’ll be right back.”

With that you disappeared beneath the water in search of the grass you knew to have medicinal properties, snatching up a handful and rising back up. Crushing it between your fingers and mixing it with water in your palm, you turned it to a paste and held it up. “This will help with your shoulder.”

He didn’t protest, nodding instead, and you moved quickly to apply the treatment. As you drew your hand back again, he said your name. “Thank you. For saving me.”

You smiled at him again, still buzzing with adrenaline from what had happened. “You’re welcome, Din Djarin of Mandalore.”

“Actually…” He sighed and circled the shoulder you had just finished tending to, clearly surprised at how quickly the salve had gone to work. “This is my first time here on Mandalore. I was raised on the moon of Concordia.”

You felt the shock that you were sure he saw on your face, your thoughts beginning to race wildly.

Concordia. The moon. That’s why- He’s why… Why I felt the pull tonight. It wasn’t the moon it was… it was him. He was what I’ve been drawn to. And now he’s here and-

“Are you alright? Did I say something to-” He reached for your arm then, and you realized that one of his gloves must have been lost when he was dragged down, because you felt his skin brush yours, as light as a kiss.

Tonight. Tonight. Tonight.

As soon as he touched you it started - a tingling sensation throughout your body. Looking down at your lower half, you watched in awe as the scales of your tail transformed into the same chain link material of your shirt, lengthening into a dress that covered a pair of legs instead of a tail.

“What… what happened, are you…” He rose somewhat shakily to stand beside you.

You grasped onto him, unsure if it was for his stability or yours at that point, but it didn’t matter. It was all true. The myth. The prophecy. Concordia’s kiss. It was too soon to tell if the rest of the story would ring true - the part concerning the romance and the lifelong bond that Cyare and the Mandalorian in the myth would share - but there would be plenty of time to see how that would unfold now that your two worlds had been joined. Lifting your eyes to the darkened visor you imagined his must be behind, you took a deep breath.

“I have been waiting a very long time for this night.” You nodded and swallowed a thick knot of complicated emotions. “We have to talk. About the future of Mandalore.”

Returning your nod, and gently gripping your forearm, he responded. “This is the Way.”

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[businessbadger]

mer din in a tank, he don't look too happy bout it lol

don't worry, they'll get there, it just takes a burning ship or two...

[minimandolorian]

[t3mpest98]

Din/Kova mermaid AU

AHHHHHHHHHHHH YESSSSSSS

OK OK NUMBER 1

Kova’s Chimeraleon would be a really big sea serpent that thinks Din gives the best scratches ever

NUMBER 2

They end up bonding over shared trauma (Din knows his parents were killed by pirates, Kova thinks hers were)

NUMBER 3

Din is a deep water mermaid, Kova is a shallow water mermaid

NUMBER 4 (kinda ties into 3)

Kova can see shrimp colors

This is a whole thing of itself so that’s why everything else is small

So Kova, as I said before, is a shallow water mermaid. Due to this, she can see shrimp colors. The shallow water mermaids are more territorial and with this she has a quicker reaction time and she can see certain prey easier than Din can. She also caused him to think he had some sort of color blindness for a time. (He does have some but not as bad as he thought) When she’s calmer she can differentiate between colors better than when she’s defensive or aggressive.

She tries to explain ultraviolet colors to him sometimes when she thinks they’re particularly beautiful.

NUMBER 5

Kova likes collecting shells a lot, so if Din ever sees one he thinks she’ll like he’ll get it for her. She treasures them all

[martamatta95]

I wasn't supposed to see the new Little Mermaid movie. 😵‍💫

Now I can't stop imagining Din as Erik dancing on the ship celebrating his birthday, while Cobb as Ariel spying on him with charm and a smile on his lips. 🥰

[ficsforfundota]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Mandalorian (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Din Djarin, Original Characters Additional Tags: MerMay 2023, Mermaids, Sirens, Starwars - Freeform, may the fourth, starwars day, Twi'lek Species (Star Wars), Alderaanian Culture (Star Wars), Mon Calamari Species (Star Wars), Jobs, Uncharted Planet, Pre Grogu, Din Djarin - Freeform, Ocean world, Underwater World, Spaceships, starwars lore, Star Wars Day | May the 4th, Space mermaids, Space Sirens, Coin, The Mandalorian (TV) References, sire songs, Songs, Singing, blood warning Series: Part 33 of Mermay Summary:

Usually Mando didn’t like taking jobs like this, but the prospect of seeing something new was intriguing to say the least.

Usually Mando didn’t like taking jobs like this, but the prospect of seeing something new was intriguing to say the least. He had gotten a message from a ‘friend’ about a new planet under siege by creatures of a new magnitude. Landing on a mostly water planet wasn’t as tricky as he expected as he landed the Razor Crest. He stepped off of his ship and noticed that there were a few Alderaanians waiting for him. Alongside them were a few Calamarians. Din raised his hand catching there attention.

“I heard there was a problem.”

“Yes, we were hoping to make this planet habitable. Even possibly make it so people could live and thrive within these waters and the bits of land there is. However we have encountered a bit of a problem.”

“Problem?” Din asked, he cocked his head a bit. “What sort of problem?”

“There are these creatures, one’s we have not seen the likes of before. They have the upper body of a Twi'lek while their lower halves have fish-like tails. However they have very sharp teeth and a song they sing that starts out ever so beautiful. We were honestly thinking of leaving them around, an attraction almost to the guests of our new world, however… When you listen to their song they lure you in as if seducing you. They have drowned two of our workers and even worse devoured their remains. We have nothing left of them but a few shreds of clothing. They are intelligent, and seem to even be waiting us out. We want them dead.”

“Do you know how many there are? They sound native. I do not know if I have the ability to take out a native species. Especially if most of this planet, from what I can tell, is water.”

“We will pay you well.”

“Do you have a ship?” Din asked, no ship no dice.

One of the Calamarian’s smiled. “We do indeed have a D-11 water speeder.”

“That may do, I just don’t know if the job is right. So before I take the job, I am going to go look. See if I can find a nest or a home space. This is after all likely their planet.”

“We hope this will suit you.” They all bowed their heads and stepped aside, one man led Din towards the speeder. Din climbed in, closing the hatch behind him. As he submerged into the water brilliant colors seemed to explode in his sight. Small aquatic creatures swam by as he sped downward, he was looking for anything that may seem suspicious but he honestly couldn’t see anything strange. While he glided through the water he came across an underwater city, his eyes widened in surprise.

“Nope, not my place. This isn’t a few dangerous beasts, or a bounty, this is just a species living their life.” As he went to turn his speeder around he let out a yelp as two of these half Twi’leks attacked his speeder.

He held up his hands trying to show he meant no harm to them but they were much stronger than he expected, they pulled the speeder towards the glowing city. He kept his head up, his eyes on the architecture itself. Blooming corals and other aquatic life covered the stone like buildings. The creatures watched him and the speeder as he was paraded towards the largest of the buildings.

Din kept his composer, they couldn’t get into the speeder without a lot of effort. The two held the speeder down as a bigger and much older looking creature emerged. “Bring him to the chamber.” His voice rang out.

Din was surprised he could understand their speech, the speeder was taken inside. Eventually they came upon what looked like a cell. Din was mystified as they reached an underwater cave. Crystals hung down from the ceiling. The two that held the speeder swam upward until they reached a place that had both land and water. Din looked around for a way out but there was no way out but back into the depths of the ocean.

“Come out on your own will and we will not harm you.” The leader ordered. Din nodded, keeping his hands up, he stepped out of the speeder onto the cave floor keeping his hands up where they could see him.

“I mean no harm, my intentions were only to see what your species looked like, and to ensure that I would not take the job I was given.” Din bowed his head slightly.

“Remove your helmet.” The leader ordered, he was old and haggard, water dripped from his ‘head tails’. His skin was a deep blue, scars lined his right pec and left side of his face.

“I cannot, it is part of my creed. If I remove my helmet, I will be disowned by my people. I could not return, please understand I only came to see. I was asked to take a job, but I wanted to check it out first before I took it.”

The leader looked towards the other two that were present, a smaller orange male and a green female. Their tails were the same color as their skin but much more vibrant.

“What job were you given?” The leader asked, Din nodded in thanks knowing he would get to keep his helmet on.

“The ones who hired me desired for me to take your species out, kill your people.” The female bore her teeth, her eyes darkening in anger. The younger male let out a growl of distaste. The elder held up his hand to silence them. “I told them I would only take the job if I knew you were not the species meant to be on this planet. It is clear from your home that I stumbled upon, clearly you are meant to be here. I can be reasonable. They want to make this planet a getaway for other species, a place for families to come and vacation.”

The leader narrowed his eyes. “That is what they were doing?”

“Yes,” Din nodded. He grimaced as he watched one of them pluck a gorg from the surface and bite down upon it’s head. The wriggling creature dripped in blood while they watched him. “I will not take the job, but they may attempt to hire others to do so.”

“What if I hired you, to kill them. Mark this planet as one not meant to trespass.”

“I could certainly try to do so, but people may come looking for the bodies of those I dispose of. What do you have to offer, you likely don’t pay in credits.”

“These crystals, they are worth much in our land. I assume they will go for just as much in yours.”

“What are they?” Din inquired.

“We use them to buy and sell, I do not know what you two legs would use them for.” He shrugged. “I am sure someone will find them of value somewhere.”

Din didn’t know if he could get anything out of them, but the offer was one he was willing to take. “Could I add something, a bargain.”

“Proceed.”

“I would like to use the speeder to look around, just see what I am protecting. I do not plan to back out I just want to explore without the prospect of being eaten.”

“If you will throw the bodies of those you kill to us, I will allow it, but after the job is done.” The leader retorted. I will give you the crystals after as well.”

Din looked him over, he felt he could trust him. He hoped he could trust him.

“Deal.” He held out his hand, the leader narrowed his eyes at him.

“What are you doing?”

“Shaking your hand.”

“Why?”

“It’s how some people mark a deal as accepted, I assume your people don’t do that.”

“We smack tails.” The female laughed. “Leggers are funny aren’t they.”

Din pulled his hand away, and the leader only nodded in acceptance. Din climbed into the speeder and followed them out of the cave system, careful not to ruin the building as he left. He made his way towards the surface, the same people awaiting him.

“So will you take the job?”

“There are much more than a few of those things down there.” Din retorted, he looked towards the waves and noticed eyes watching him. He could spot a few of their brightly colored heads from his spot on the shore. They were making sure he was going to do the job, he gulped knowing if he screwed up they likely would kill him. “Unfortunately the offer isn’t good enough.”

He reached into his pocket for his blaster, he lifted it up quickly shooting all six before they had time to react. The creatures quickly popped up out of the water in surprise, they genuinely thought he would leave them to deal with it themselves. He dragged each body towards the water and watched in horror as they devoured the bodies within seconds. He also noticed a few small younglings.

He did admit they were kind of adorable, in a terrifying way. He slowly climbed back into the speeder and descended back into the waves. The half fish creatures followed him back towards their home, Din took the time to explore while a handful collected crystals and shells for him to take back. He then heard a few singing and realized their song was very beautiful. He was drawn to stay, but knew he could never be happy with them. He wasn’t of their kind, and he had a life to live and a job to do.

The younglings decorated his speeder with aquatic flowers and seaweed, he only waved them. A few made the motion for him to remove his helmet but he only shook his head to their disappointment.

After hours of exploring he arrived back to the surface and stepped out of the speeder. “You can take the speeder if you want. I have no use for it.” Din stated as the creatures piled the last of the crystals and shells onto the surface.

The leader nodded. “Do as I asked, if others come I will not blame you but I hope you will have done something to prevent it.”

“I’ll do my best.” Din promised, he collected the crystals and shells into his ship and waved goodbye. As he climbed into his ship he watched them sing to a dugar dugar on the shore. The dugar dugar walked itself into the water and was quickly devoured. Din started up the ship and decided never to return to that planet again.

[victoriasnook]

This was so unique and beautiful. I live stories like this which are so immersive and it definitely satisfied my childhood dreams of being a mermaid😂 my suggestion for part 2 or possibly more… would be to rescue her family and bring them to Mandalore. Possibly a confrontation with the spy and the new republic. And maybe a confrontation and attempt at a business negotiation (one-sided) from the Hutt where the mandolorians are vv protective and offended by his proposal and plans for the mermaid.

All just suggestions but overall this was fantastic!!! 💕💕

 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐝 || 𝐃𝐢𝐧 𝐃𝐣𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲_𝐀 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐨, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐆𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐮 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐚 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐚 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡, 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐝. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐝𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐬. 

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬_ 𝐌𝐀𝐘𝐁𝐄 𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐩, 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 (𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐬, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝), 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐮𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧 𝐝𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐃𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓, 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬. 𝐍𝐎 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃

𝐀/𝐍_ 𝐈 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐞-𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝟏, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐁𝐈𝐆 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐃𝐢𝐧. 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞, 𝐞𝐩.𝟏 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐰. 𝐒𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐝, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲.

✰ 𝙄𝙉𝘿𝙀𝙓 (𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚) 

♪ ♫ 𝙋𝙀𝘿𝙍𝙊 𝙋𝙇𝘼𝙔𝙇𝙄𝙎𝙏 (𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩)

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The hot sun hits directly into Din’s face. He sighs, wiping his sweat with the back of his hand. He thought wearing the helmet of his armor was the worst, but maybe the direct contact of his skin with the rays was… unbearable.

“Okay. Now, I won’t hurt you, Grogu. This is like the training you had with Skywalker…” the little mandalorian apprentice coos in agreement to his father. 

“At the count of three. One, two, thre-“ before Din shoots for the first time, Grogu is already flipping and doing a series of somersaults. As much as Din doesn’t want to hurt Grogu, he wants to train him well. The Mandalorian saw much of himself in the little Grogu, so he was patient with him. Although sometimes he felt like Grogu also needed some love, like someone peppering him with praise, cuddles and more. And he lacked that, because he grew up without that.

“Dank farrik” he mutters once he sees that Grogu landed on the pond of their house when he tried to dodge his blaster. The baby coos when Din reached to the edge of the pond, and pulling him by the neck of his robe, he takes Grogu out. 

“Oh boy” Grogu’s robe was drenched and the baby was giggling, shaking his pointed ears to splash some water. “We need a proper place to train”

“Yep” Grogu manages to say, which makes Din chuckle. “It’s time to go with Carson Teva for some job”

—

You were beautiful.

“She escaped from Coruscant a month ago,” Teva explains to the mandalorian. Yet, the man only seems to be mesmerized by your image. It had never happened before, he even questioned if he was ever going to feel romantically attached to a woman, and here it was this unknown woman who was missing and allegedly was an enemy. “Look, I don’t trust official Elia Kane, she’s the one who has sent the request to bring her back. But the whole situation is suspicious, so I would like to get ahead from the New Republic. Especially from the ones in Coruscant” 

“Chain code?” Din asked, but the older man in bright orange attire shakes his head.

“No chain code. Just this…” the little device with a red dot sparkling on top made Din sigh. He felt like the day he was assigned to hunt the child, but the familiarity discomforted him. You probably were a spy, you were the enemy. “They already looked at the ice planets. She’s not there, good luck” 

“Alright. Let’s go, kid…” when Din turned, Grogu was trying to steal a whole plate of the fried appetizer they had on that little recreational base of pilots. Din rolled his eyes under the helmet, and took the kid in his arms, under the constant complaints of him.

Where in the whole galaxy would he even start? This was going to be harder than he expected. 

—-

Two weeks, and Din Djarin was getting tired of looking for you. 

No sights of a young woman in the desert, tundra, lava, swamps. As Din flyed the N-1, his brain enlightened.

The jungle, he hadn’t looked for the jungles.

He looked in Felicia, Onderon, Kashyyk, Glee Anselm, but you weren’t there.

That’s when he started questioning? Why were you that important?. What could another female officer want with you? You were just a simple mortal. 

“Look, Grogu. It’s the first time you see a beach” Grogu cooed loudly at the sight of the clear waters, in Scarif. 

The planet was more green than ever. Remnants of imperial bases were scattered between the growing jungle. Din had to admit it was beautiful. A wasted planet, however.

He landed his ship on the sand, making some palms fall in the process. And once he steps outside with the kid, Din felt an incredible wave of peace. The sound of the waves, some birds singing, it was very impressive.

But his peace increased once he saw the red dot of his tracker flashing rapidly. He had found you.

“She’s near, Grogu. Open your eyes” the kid only wandered through the vegetation Din cut with his knife as he made clear the way. 

The weather is hot, humid, and Din is hating every moment because in the jungle everything feels sticky.

“I think she’s gonna be inside” the man states, pointing the tracker to the destroyed building of the Empire and holding Grogu with his free arm. “We’re gonna be home again soon, kid”

The only available entrance of the building is covered by plants, which have grown over the years. Din isn’t nervous, he doesn’t think you’re a potential threat. Maybe a blaster, or two, but that’s it. 

“I’ll put you back in the nest, okay?” Grogu nods at his father's intention. That’s how he liked Din to call his flying carrier. 

“The tracker doesn’t lie, we’re close” he feels proud to be the first one to find you, since you escaped from Coruscant. For a little while, Din felt like he had lost his abilities as a bounty hunter, this was proving him wrong.

The destroyed base reminded him of Mandalore, in ruins, only that Scarif had empty memories, nothing special. 

The interiors are black, and as they enter deeply into the building, the lighting remains intact, making the way a little less scary.

Which resulted in irony, because the place seemed like not even a soul was there.

After what felt like a maze of hallways, the typical structure of the Empire was going downhill and the distant sound of a waterfall alerted Din. 

“Stay close, kid” as they went downhill, the base started to look covered in plants again. The weather turned incredibly humid and Din felt like he was suffocating under the helmet. 

At the end of the hallway, Din noticed something, a pond. 

“Something’s off…” Din whispered as he and the kid entered  open space that holded the pond.

There was a big possibility that after the attack on Scariff, the water and plants created a pond, but what seemed weird to Din, is how calmed the building was. And most importantly, no signs of you. 

Until, someone pushed his calf so hard that he fell on his knees, then punched his neck from one side so hard that he gasped for air. 

Din groaned in discomfort, but he didn’t get behind, because he managed to take his blade out. As the unknown opponent holded his arms and violently kicked Din’s hip bone with their knee. 

The mandalorian decided it was enough. So he grasped the blade, and using his string muscles, he was able to get free from the enemy’s arms and stabbed their leg.

A female gasp. You were a woman.

Luck wasn’t with Din at that moment. Because just as he was going to take his tight to tie you up, he felt your weight behind him, and in less than a second, he felt some strong plant choking him. 

“How did you find me?” he hears you ask demandingly. You have a strong grip, and Din accepts you are a skilled warrior. With rare techniques that he only heard from the Armorer when he was young. “How. Did. You. Find. Me…huh, Mandalorian?”

Grogu coos and you turn to spot the child. Your eyes widening at the sight of him. If you were surprised to see a shiny Mandalorian finding you after a month of peace, now you were intrigued by his little companion.

“Don’t worry, kid. I don’t plan to kill your master” you say, hoping that the child wasn’t totally freaked out.

“I’m not his master. I’m his father…” you return to look at the man you have trapped, holding the liana straight against his neck, causing another grunt from him. 

“You can’t be one of his kind. You are a human under the armor” Din thinks your voice is hypnotic, delicate but not suave, it’s weird, but in a beautiful way. He really wants to see your face.

“I am a human.” He shouldn’t be answering questions, he never spoke to his quarries. “Once again, Mandalorian. Who sent you after me?” 

“Carson Teva. Likely, now you must deal with the trials of the New Republic for your crime” you giggle, this tin can was so clueless.

“Crime? Oh, silly Mandalorian. You don’t know what lies in Coruscant nowadays” Din felt a goosebump across his spine. Sensing that your words were true, however, he remained light as a feather, waiting for any moment to get out of your claws.

“That’s not my business, I’m just here for the credits” you kick him again, making his helmet crash against the wet floor. You hated bounty hunters from the guild.

“You all bounty hunters are the same ignorant and heartless scum. Bless that child for having to be seeing what you do” somehow, your words hurt him. Like that time where the lady frog said that she was disappointed in him, and pointed out the honor Mandalorians claimed to have.

“You don’t know anything about Mandalorians” skillfully, the tall man managed to hurt your ribs, letting him free. You gasped for air, anf before the air healed your hurt lungs, the Mandalorian threw his tight and made you roll a little before wrapping your arms and legs, leaving you vulnerable. 

Din finally watched your face. Dry skin, cracked lips, frizzy hair, but gorgeous face. 

Delicate hands that try to make their way away from the tight. 

He notices you wear a long skirt, boots and a long sleeve top full of holes, you have a holster and a big cross bag hangs from your shoulder.

You try to crawl away, but it’s useless. The mandalorian keeps pulling you close, scraping your knees against the sharp stones that lay on the ground.

It’s a battle that neither one of you want to lose. Din is very surprised to feel how strong you were, he was struggling to pull you closer. 

But something happened, Grogu got closer in his little pod. 

“Grogu, stay back” demanded Din as he watched the kid very closely. 

But it wasn’t on the child’s options, he closed his eyes and raised one of his little arms. Unexpectedly, Grogu lifted a little wave of water from the pond, gently showering your legs and Din’s right side of his armor.

You squealed trying to cover yourself, but the water still impacted your legs.

Din looked confused at Grogu, and when he focused his eyes on you, his gaze landed on your legs. 

Clammy and shiny skin, almost sticky. Scales. 

Like a rash that instead of a red eruption were scales.

“A sereia…” Din mumbled in shock. 

One of the most shocking and unbelievable moments in his life was retaking Mandalore and now this, encountering face to face with a mythological deity that promised success for the Mandalorian culture. 

“What?…” you asked in disgust. But curiously, because the man stopped struggling with you. Once you saw what he was looking at, you moved your legs, hoping you could hide the already visible scales.

“You’re a mermaid” more like a question, he made a statement.

“No…” you firmly said. 

“This is impossible…” he said, once again, more to himself than to you or Grogu. “Once a Mandalorian finds a mermaid…”

“He’s supposed to serve her and she would shower his culture for prosperity” you finish for him. “Ironic, because you are a filthy Mandalorian who’s going to turn me into the useless New Republic”

There was no point in denying what you were. He saw your scales, the kid saw them too. This is it, once again, injustice won. 

“I can’t turn you in. I’m taking you to Mandalore” he explains. And you can’t help but feel his relaxing voice is soothing you.

“Mandalore? But it’s destroyed, and cursed” to your dismay, a lot happened on the forgotten planet.

“Mandalore was retaken a little while before. I helped Bo-Katan Kryze and other tribes to retake it” you are surprised by his words. “You know what this means, right?”

“Those are tells for children, Mandalorian. I’m not a goddess, and your people should have learned that the ancient Way is full of myths” he’s surprised too. He wasn’t expecting you to be educated about Mandalorians. 

“I don’t care what you think. I’m taking you to Mandalore” he could extend this bounty, Teva wouldn’t know how much time it took him to find you. 

“So be it, then…” you say, as he unwraps the tight around you.

“Cuff yourself, please…” His low voice makes you irritated, you can smell a little arrogance. 

“You’re welcome” you sarcastically say as you cuff yourself after standing up. Although you were smaller than him, now Din could understand your strength. Mermaids were strong warriors that were known for their beauty and determination. But nobody in the galaxy had seen one in centuries. This was special for Din.

“Let’s go…” he indicates to you and Grogu. 

The way back to his shis uncomfortable. You can feel the eyes of the Mandalorian on you. You feel a strange energy with the kid. Everything seemed odd.

As you walk away, you suddenly feel a little melancholic. Scarif became an improvised place to become home. And now, a Mandalorian was taking you against your own will. You were tired of running away, so you just surrendered, that didn’t mean you were enraged for his actions.

When you reach the shore of the beach, it is impossible to not feel teary. Lowkey, you are afraid of what’s about to happen. You lived in Coruscant your whole life, hiding your real nature, until you couldn’t.

At the same time, Din Djarin feels bad for literally taking you hostage. You were a free person, you could do whatever you wanted. But he had to take you to Mandalore, maybe you could understand the situation. And also know more about you, because he had an omen, that you weren’t a bad person.

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He could have taken the space in front of you, but he decided to have you between his legs. 

“Keep an eye on her…” Din whispered to Grogu once they started hopping on the ship.

You ignore the Mandalorian all the way from jumping into hyperspace. But inside your head, your mind was on fire. 

He proved to be a strong warrior. His long legs secured your small figure, and the soft grazes against him were impossible to not notice. His strong grip against the controls of the ship. 

However, you tried to concentrate on the baby on your own legs. 

“I like your little armor, Grogu” you share after feeling the plate covering the Child’s chest. 

“My name is y/n”

 Din nearly stopped flying the ship. Analyzing your own name, y/n.

“How do you know his name?” You sighed.

“I can hear some of his thoughts…” Grogu cooed loudly, as you smiled and petted his ear. “He says your name is Din Djarin. Is that right?”

“It is. Mermaids are like the Jedi?” You giggle.

“Not quite. We were force sensitives, that is why the Jedi hunted and annihilated us” Din remains quiet, and he feels empathy, he went through the same. Grogu too. 

“Moon Jakaré was the home of the mermaids, right?” you nodded. Suddenly you don’t hate the Mandalorian anymore, and you like his kid. 

“That’s right. It happened to disappear decades before I was born” Din was very curious to know how you ended up wanted by the New Republic, but he wouldn’t push you far. 

“I didn’t grow up in Mandalore. I wasn’t even a Mandalorian when I was born” he shares a little bit of him. You understand how the child was with him. You like him a little more. 

“You have to know that I haven’t committed any crime. An imperial spy is after me because I discovered her dirty secret. She also wants to sell me to some hutt” Din sighs, feeling some urge to protect you. 

“I’ll propose to you something. Let me take you to Mandalore. And then I will help you to take down that spy. We’ll talk to Teva later. We’ll explain the situation” his low voice does something to you. You nod against his back. Trying to ignore every time his arm moves and brushes your tights. Grogu makes his way to sit on your legs, looking at the stars.

“Sounds fair. But why do I have to go to Mandalore?” You knew Mandalorians and mermaids had a long story, but they were myths, this was present, magic didn’t happen anymore. 

“If a Mandalorian finds a mermaid. It means good luck for Mandalore. It’s not a coincidence that this happened right after the retake” it made sense. Some Mandalorian had strong beliefs and traditions. And after analyzing it. It was better to be traveling with a Mandalorian rather than living with fear in Scarif.

“I’m sorry, for saying that you were ignorant and heartless. Now I see you are unlike other bounty hunters. You’re a good Mandalorian” he feels better, somehow he wanted some sort of approval for you. 

“That’s okay. You should rest, we’ll be in Mandalore soon” you nod. Unconsciously falling asleep on Din’s shoulder.

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Mandalore was pure ruins. Yet, a strong aura was felt. 

As you walk along Din and Grogu, you look at your environment. Entering a dark cave, some Mandalorians stop you and the others.

“I need to see the Armorer and Bo-Katan” one of them nods, allowing you to continue. 

You start descending some rocks and broken stairs. Your boots are good, but it doesn’t stop you from tripping once in a while. But Din takes your hand, and you feel safer, holding onto his strong grip. 

The caves start to look like a city after walking for some minutes, showing how much had been advanced a month after the retake.

In the middle of what used to be an esplanade, a female Mandalorian is there. She wears a golden helmet, and a sophisticated piece of armor.

“For what is your sudden return, Din Djarin and Grogu?” The woman speaks clearly, then turns to look at you. “And who’s your outsider companion?”

“I found a sereia” the woman seems shocked, even with the helmet on. After hearing the name of the mermaids in Mando’a, she steps closer. Examining you.

“What’s your name?” She asks you. 

“…y/n” you say shyly, before she nods calmly.

“Nobody has seen one in a long time. If what you say it’s true, There’s only two places where a sereia will never hide its true form…” she explains seriously, only to add. “The waters of Moon Jakaré and the living waters beneath Mandalore”

Din and you exchange looks, he doesn’t want to cause a burden for you.. But, you nod at him, offering a sweet smile.

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You don’t have to prove anything to them. But after hearing Din, you want to show everyone that he was the lucky one to find you. In exchange he would help you get rid of your problems. 

As you place your things in the ground. You can smell the waters. Under the cautious look of Din and the Armorer, you undress yourself at the edge of the ancient waters. 

It’s been a month since you turned, you knew that after this, your appearance would be more noticeable. However, you step inside. The water sending some shivers and a familiar vibration through your legs and stomach.

When half of you is inside, you start feeling the change. Thin skin spreads through your body like sweat, growing like tissues to give you a strong tail.

For Din’s horror, something drags you down. 

“y/n!” He yells before diving into the water behind you. 

As he submerged, his vision wasn’t very skilled. He avoided some rocks and pieces of demolished buildings. But after some seconds, he spots a big creature taking you down. 

A mythosaur is dragging you down. 

Din makes his way to you, and once you spot him, you indicate to him to stay away. But he doesn’t, he grabs your waist with one arm and starts pulling you up. Away from the giant animal. 

He knows you can breathe underwater, still, he wants to be as fast as possible. But with some seconds of struggle, he’s able to win and start ascending with you. 

He doesn’t even know he’s holding your hip, which is clammy, and full of scales at that point. Your tail is tangled around Din’s hips, and your arms are securely wrapped around his neck. 

When you make it back to the ground, he’s grunting loudly. The end of your tail is in the water, but all of you are outside.

That’s when Din is able to see you. 

Sparkling skin, smooth hair, pink lips. Your breasts look faded thanks to the scales that cover them. And it matches with your tail. In pink and salmon tones, which end in a bundle of scattered pieces of tail that look like ribbons and gracious tule. You’re divine.

“What was that?” Is the first thing you ask. He can’t believe what just happened. “A mythosaur”

“Let it be known that Mandalore has received a sereia in the dawn of this day” suddenly the armorer speaks. Making you turn away from Din to look away, noticing a bunch of Mandalorians looking at your direction. 

But Grogu flies in his pod to get closer.

“We’re fine, kid” Din lets him know. The kid is curiously looking at your tail, which makes you smile.

“You are our notice of a new awakening for Mandalore. And for that, you’re welcome to join us” the Armorer speaks to you. “Once you’re ready. Come, there’s much to talk about. This is the way”

“This is the way” everyone replies, including Din. 

“Are you okay?” You ask him. He nods.

“Yes, What about you?” You shrug, rolling to hold from your elbows, and shaking the end of your tail, you smile at Din.

“Just a little scratch” he looks, noticing some blood on the scales. “Thank you. For saving me…”

“And thank you, for letting me bring you here”

You know he must be smiling under the helmet. 

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The Mandalorian named Koska offers you a blanket. Which you accept and thank her. 

The Armorer, Axe, Koska, Bo-Katan, Din and Grogu are the Mandalorians waiting to hear your story. 

At the moment, they only knew you were a fugitive of the New Republic and that you were Din’s bounty. 

“I was born in Coruscant some years after the Clone Wars. I’ve lived there my whole life. I’m the fourth mermaid of the family, one of each generation.” Din is next to you, which makes you feel better from receiving so much attention. 

“My great grandmother was a mermaid. Maybe she escaped from Moon Jakaré. But I was taught to hide it from society. And that’s how I made it. I worked as a senator's assistant. But, there’s spies among the New Republic personnel” when little Grogu asks for your attention, you put him out of his pod to place him in your lap. “Elia Kane is one of them. He provided information to Moff Gideon. Once I discovered her, she started looking for a weakness in me, so she found out I am a mermaid. " They  look concerned, maybe because Gideon was a potential enemy for them, but apparently he was gone. 

“How did you find out?” Axe asked. 

“Oh. Well, Kane liked using the mind flyer to hurt innocents, and she knew about remnants of the Empire. Which was weird because they were supposed to be secret. But I saw her directly talking with Gideon one night” they nodded, encouraging you to continue. 

“When I evacuated my family to Tatooine, Kane captured me. She was on her way to deliver me to some hutt she made a deal with. But I was lucky to escape. However, she accused me of treason with the New Republic, so now I’m wanted. So I found Scarif, and I started living there. Until Din found me…” you say smiling to him. Koska and Axe exchange looks, the Armorer and Bo-Katan keep analyzing your look, and Din is only appreciating you.

“Do you know that Kaled Vizla landed on Moon Jakaré centuries ago?. That the mermaids saved him from death?. That Mandalorians added them to millions of songs?. And that’s why a sereia translates to good omens” you nod.

“Yes. I knew…” you say firmly. “Mandalorians protected us from the Jedi after they started to hunt us” the Armorer nods, standing up to walk to a little forge, nothing compared to the giant one in the heart of the planet. She started pulling out some tools and equipment, capturing your attention.

“Sereia is… mermaid in Mando’a” all of them nod. Bo-Katan also stands and hands you a giant book, opened on an exact page. 

“My clan kept this for years. See? This is one of the original scriptures…” the books are old, brown pages with missing parts show mandalorians simulating a conversation with mermaids. 

“According to the scriptures of Kaled Vizla, the Mandalorian that encounters a mermaid, is the only one alive that can propose marriage to the mermaid” Koska explains, which sets your cheeks on fire. “And after listening to your situation, the New Republic won’t be an issue. We, Mandalorians can and will protect you from the Empire. But, dealing with a Hutt… we can only protect and argue in your favor if you are married to one of us” 

“She’s right…” the Armorer concludes with a wise tone. 

You analyze the situation. You knew that a Hutt was dangerous. Once they make a deal, they won’t rest till they get what they want. Then Elia Kane and the Empire. And the New Republic. 

“We don’t have to… I won’t force you. It’s your choice” Din whispers. You turn to look at him. 

The others notice the hesitation.

“We’ll let you discuss it…” Bo-Katan says, while everyone heads out. 

“As a Mandalorian, it would be an honor to take you as my riduur. I’m willing to confine you to my clan. To serve and protect you as a faithful husband.” Din wasn’t sure what was, but something was telling him to do it, to not oppose this. What he knew is that he liked you. He liked your dynamic with Grogu, your ability as a callous warrior, and he was attracted to know everything about you. 

“Will you ever try to love me?” You ask. Because you wanted love. You wanted to find your other half. Some who would take care and protect you. As you would do with him. 

“I would…” he whispers, he means it. 

“Then, as a wife; I can only offer you my heart, to love and cherish you. My smile, to brighten your days and soothe your nights. And my eyes, to look after you and that kid every day of my life.” You don’t know, but Din starts feeling in love after your honest words. 

“That’s more than enough, Cyar’ika” you blush, his hands take yours, and it feels safe, kind. 

“Acceptable then…” you sigh. You will marry him. It was even, and he was willing to love you some day. 

“I’ll wait outside…” you nod. Looking at your little bag, you grasp the bunch of shiny shells. One for each member of your little family. You would do it to be free. To come back to them. 

It didn’t matter, you would learn to love Din, and Grogu. 

When you go out, Din waits there, with his baby beside him.

He likes your new skirt, it’s pretty. Your shiny top, and old boots. With your attractive skin, perfect hair, you look amazing. An unusual bride. 

“You look… pretty” you lower your gaze, suddenly feeling shy. “Thank you…”

Grogu coos, and you know he’s saying the same as his father. 

“Well, thank you, little man. You always look adorable” he giggles as you gently brush his nose. 

—

The Armorer starts forging something. The sounds bring you unsteady memories, but soon it’s over.

“Ready to take the vows?” She asks. You nod, taking Din’s hands in the process. 

He tries to calm you by brushing your knuckles with his thumbs. 

“Begin…” although you’re unsure, Din loves how you have a good pronunciation of Mando’a, the way you look eager for the next words, how you keep getting close to him. It’s over in less than a second. Now you have a partner, who you met less than a day ago, you don’t know anything besides his name and a little about his adopted son. You don’t even know how he looks. Yet, you’re not sad, you’re eager to find out.

“Now, you’re y/n Djarin. Member of clan Djarin” She hands you a necklace. It’s pretty, you like it very much. “This is the way”

“This is the way” Din says, while you also dare to say those sacred four words. 

Thankfully, there’s no celebration. But everywhere you go, Mandalorians look at you. 

They give you a big tent, that inside looks like a house. You play with Grogu, while Din cleans his weapons in the light. Once the baby is asleep, you turn to the shiny armored man. 

“What’s the… creature?” You ask your now husband, pointing at the necklace that hung from your neck. He puts down his blaster to look at you. 

“A mudhorn. It’s from my clan, Grogu, me… and you” he likes your smile. You hold the necklace, lovingly. “It’s very pretty, Din…” 

“What were your expectations for this…” you smile, delirious.

“Ceremony with a view, which we had. A pretty dress, I’m okay with this…” you accept, holding your skirt. “My family being present…, but they’re safe, it's okay. And… a passionate consummation”

Din stops cleaning his blades, only to fix his visor on you. You blush, turning away.

“Hey, it’s okay. Don’t be ashamed, it’s part of a riduurok” he gently says, moving away from his weapons to sit closer to you.

“Yeah but-, I know it’s allowed, just- I don’t want to see your face until we… we know we are” he knows.

“In love?” He asks, and you nod. “Is it stupid?”

“No, riduur. It’s mature, and says a lot about you” you sigh relieved. “I could-, blindfold you?”

“Yeah. That would be good…” he guides you to the improvised bed. Once everything turns into darkness, it becomes a sensory game. You feel his bare hands brushing your chin.

“Can I-?…” you nod. “Yes, Din. Touch me.”

He kisses you, it’s delicate and soft. He must have facial hair. 

He starts traveling across your body, with sensual and loving touching. Your body fits him, like two broken beskar pieces reunited together. He loves the sights of the mudhorn dangling between the valley of your breasts. Your pretty mouth forming O’s and sobbing his name like a prayer. 

“My perfect sereia…” he grunts in the middle of the act. You feel showered with praise and high waves of pleasure. 

His grasp on your hips, where scales can barely be seen, it’s strong but fulfilling. His lips constantly danced with yours, and how deep he was inside you. 

You were full of him. Your riduur. 

“No one will ever hurt you again, Cyar’ika. I’ll be here to fight by your side” he promises near the end of his pleasure, as he chases his high. 

“I know. I already know…” you manage to say, before you go back to make a mess of moans, cries and the repetition of his name. He promises you a home, a family, security, and devotion as both of you let the pleasure take you.

“I think we were destined…” you say, panting, but smiling. You hear him chuckle, bringing you close to his chest. 

“Me too…” he replies. Drawing imaginary constellations in your naked back, you know so. You were destined to him. 

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What? Part 2 with more mermaid scenes?, fight with the hutt? misunderstanding in marriage? You tell me…

@miss-goldenweek

[perfinn]

let neptune strike ye dead

merman!din djarin x lighthouse keeper!reader - chapter two

wc: 4.4k

summary: you confront the inevitability of your insanity, and finally meet the elusive entity that's been leaving you gifts

cw: nsfw, female reader, DUBCON based purely on lack of communication, paranoia, isolation, oral (f receiving), once again lighthouse keeping inaccuracies, biting, ummmm... monsterfucking?

chapter one, read on ao3, divider by cafekitsune

You hadn't thought too much about the mythosaur since Captain Fett had told you about it. It had been a short conversation, really, something easy to forget. But you remembered it, always clinging to his stories to think back on later when you truly have nothing to do. 

“That? That’s pounamu,” he’d said initially, gently picking it up to show it to you. “Greenstone, if you like. It was my father’s.”

“Ah,” you’d responded, not disinterested in the material but more focused on the carving itself. “What's the symbol?”

Captain Fett had given you a vague huff of amusement. He handed it to you, and you’d gently trailed the calloused pad of your thumb over the surface. “It’s a mythosaur.”

“A mythosaur? That's creative.”

“A great sea beast,” he’d continued on. “Said to be extinct. But the story goes that when they were running amok, it was merfolk that tamed them, or culled them to extinction. Spared both the land and the ocean of their dominion either way. The skulls are supposed to be their symbol now.”

“Merfolk?” You’d echoed with a chuckle, handing the mythosaur back to him. “So it’s not real then?”

“Well, now, I wouldn’t rule it out completely. Can’t say I’ve ever seen a mythosaur myself, but then they’re meant to be extinct.”

“What then? You’ve seen a mermaid, captain?”

He had smiled, that mirthful chuckle that had been plaguing your late night fantasies rumbling in his chest. “Never can be quite sure what it is you’ve seen out there. Sailors are a mad lot.”

You remember blithely telling him that you must be a sailor too, then. 

You stare intently at the cowrie shell cradled in your hands, trying to force yourself out of what surely must be some sort of hallucination. But you can feel it, you can trail your fingers over the carving and feel every little notch that seems to have been etched with such care. 

(You think tactile hallucinations are a thing, aren’t they? But you’re not certain they're meant to manifest like this.)

There’s obviously the potential that it belonged to another sailor, that it had dropped off their ship and washed up onto your dock in the chaos of the storm. That’s perfectly reasonable. Maybe it’s the answer you would settle for if not for the seaglass and the fish and that tail you’d seen in the water.

With all that in mind, and the echo of Fett’s words in your head, you know there’s only one answer. 

You don’t know if you can let yourself accept that, though. It would be an irreversible acceptance of your complete insanity. There’d be no calling your mother to trick your brain into believing you have company. No satiating the lonely ache with Captain Fett’s occasional company. You’d be well and truly cracked.

But even so, even if you accept that there may be some degree of merperson out there, that doesn’t explain the offerings. You’re not exactly an expert on the extensive lore regarding merfolk, but from what you can tell they’re elusive and solitary creatures. It doesn't seem exactly in their nature to leave gifts to a human. You briefly consider the option of some sort of siren– but then why not just sing to you, drag you to your watery death and be done with it? 

No, it feels like… you’re being wooed. 

This doesn't feel at all like a creature baiting you into a horrible death so they can store you away in their lair and eat you. It feels borderline romantic. Pretty gifts to decorate your home, fish to feed you. 

(The cowrie shell feels a bit like a proposal, doesn't it? Or is that your fractured mind, making sense of the senseless?)

The morning after the storm, the weather isn't much improved. Though the wind has died down some, it still rains lightly and the sky remains overcast. It’ll be clear enough for the fishing boats to go back out, so it's clear enough for you to get to work. No doubt the storm has wreaked some havoc, and you’ll need to tidy up and ensure everything is still in working order. 

So you tuck the shell into the pocket of your raincoat, pull on the matching hat that always makes you feel a bit like a toddler, and head out into the pattering rain. 

You wander through the mud and down the hill that the wretched tower sits on, watching as your boots get covered in the muck. Sometimes there are puddles, and you indulge yourself by jumping in them. But today it's all just sludge, begging for you to step wrong and slip right onto your backside. 

You make your way along as carefully as you can bear, feet carrying you to one of the cliffs at the edge of the island. One of the shorter ones, short enough that you could probably jump and the only risk would be rolling your ankle if your foot landed wrong between the rocks. It's the same cliff the seaglass had been on. 

You gaze out at the watery horizon, hoping to catch sight of any passing ships. A fishing boat, maybe. None would be so close as to be able to see the people aboard, but the implication of their presence would be enough.

At this point, just the notion of other people existing would ease your mind. 

You don't find anything but the empty horizon and the somewhat tumultuous waves and you sigh, lowering your gaze to the bank of water beaten rocks below you.

Sometimes there are seals there. You like to throw fish to them, enticing them to come back and entertain you with their ridiculous little behaviours. You’d like to start naming them, and you would if you could get close enough to tell them apart. 

You think that's something that people on the mainland would call crazy in a quirky way. In an ‘I’m so crazy, I talk to my cats!’ way, a way that indicates they have no understanding of what it actually is to descend into complete and utter madness. 

You can be assured that you know exactly what an actual descent into madness is, because there's no seals on the rocks today. 

There's a merman.

You’d be inclined to think he hasn’t noticed you, or else he’d have disappeared back into the waves to avoid detection, if he weren’t looking right at you. He’s staring, eyes intent and boring right into yours. 

He’s gorgeous, mind you. His skin is tan and his wet brown hair is slicked back by the rain – and presumably the ocean. Though you hadn't been able to make out a face from high up in the lighthouse, he’s almost certainly the head and shoulders you’d seen last night in the water. His tail, huge and strong, lays against the rocks, and as your gaze trails down to his tailfin, you recognise it as the very same one you had thought you’d hallucinated off the dock. His body of his tail is massive, about three times the length of his upper half. The whole thing might even be longer than you. It’s a dark, teal colour– it’s really no wonder you were hardly able to spot it in the waves. His top half looks almost entirely human, the only deviation being the gills that cut along his ribcage.

Slowly, on the edge of the cliff, you crouch, closing the distance between you both by a few meagre feet. It feels too close, and at the same time it feels like miles apart. You move slowly, wary of spooking him and scaring him away. Even as you inch into a crouch, he shifts, looking as though he’s about to make a break for the waves. 

(You’re not certain why he’s so shy if he’s the one that’s been offering you all these gifts for so long. Though, you suppose you’re much the same when it comes to flirting. And generally, you don’t flirt so much with species that have a mythology of hunting and killing your own either.)

You still when you’ve fully crouched above him. He’s close enough to touch now, if both of you were to reach out. You’d like to. To touch him, to know that he’s real. 

(Tactile hallucinations, you remind yourself. It would feel just as real as any visual and auditory hallucination might.)

The two of you stare at one another in silence for a while longer, and you assume that he’s trying to take in the sight of you up close as much as you are to him. You feel a bit jealous, knowing that he must have been watching you so long, getting to enjoy the sight of you when you didn’t even know he was there.

If this had happened maybe six months ago, you’d still have been sane enough to be frightened by this prospect of a silent watcher, leaving you dead fish and most certainly hearing you pleasure yourself loudly at night. Now, the horror you should probably feel doesn’t even occur to you.

“You’re the one who’s been leaving me gifts,” you say, quiet as you can manage in the pattering rain, wanting to be heard but not wanting to startle him. “Right?”

The merman gazes up at you, and there’s only a slight incline of his head in response. You’re not sure how to take it, but it’s not really a question you needed much answer to. More of a conversation starter than anything. Otherwise, he doesn't reply. You wonder if he even speaks your language, if he’s even capable.

You reach into your pocket, movements slow and cautious. You’re petrified of startling him as you take the cowrie shell from your pocket, turning it over in your hands before holding it out to him. He seems to perk up at the sight of it, shifting slightly so he’s propping himself up on his arms. You look down at the shell again, running your thumb over the mythosaur, before stretching your arm out, offering it to him.

His expression shifts minutely, into a frown. His dark eyebrows pull together, and he reaches up a hand. You think he’s going to take it back from you, but when his webbed fingers touch yours – he’s so warm, part of you expected him to be cold blooded – he closes your fingers back around the shell. You meet his eyes, and his intent gaze has never left you. His hand lingers on yours, and for a moment his thumb rubs over the side of your hand. His gaze finally drops, taking in the size of your hand cradled in his. His fingers are tipped off with dark talons that brush over the calloused skin of your hands.

He feels so real. Something so real, so warm and wet and rough and perfect, your brain couldn't make that up. He’s here, in front of you, touching you. It has to be real. 

Then, he murmurs something so quietly that you almost don’t catch it over the soft patter of the rain.

 “Mesh’la.”

Your eyes dart to his mouth, you catch a glint of sharp teeth behind soft lips before they pull into a smile. And his smile… God, unsurprisingly it’s made him even more gorgeous. It may be the most beautiful smile you’ve ever seen. 

Mesh’la. It’s certainly not any language you know, but it’s a sound you could make. So he is capable of speaking human tongues, maybe he just doesn’t know any of yours. You think briefly that mesh’la might be his name, but the way he said it doesn’t seem that way. It seemed like he was saying it to you, about you. On his tongue, it must mean something. 

“Mesh’la?” you say back to him, unsure of how to convey your confusion without overwhelming him with words he doesn’t know. 

He only offers you a hum in response, still trailing his fingers over your skin, as though he fears the thought of pulling away. 

“What’s your name?” You ask him softly, clearly as you can manage. You place a hand to your chest and slowly recite your own name, hoping he’ll understand. 

(You think, if it turns out he’s perfectly able to understand you, you probably look like a complete idiot. But then, with how long you’re certain he’s been watching you, he’s likely watched you make a fool of yourself several dozen times.)

He seems to catch the hint you’re throwing and after a moment’s hesitation, he speaks again, “Din.”

You breathe the name in a murmured echo, adoring the taste of it on your tongue. You dart your tongue out to wet your lips as though you might catch a lingering taste of the syllable. Part of you had expected something difficult to pronounce, using sounds you’re not even able to make, but Din is simple. It’s beautiful.

You think you hear a soft rumble from his chest, but it’s hard to tell over the rain. He lowers his hand, leaving droplets of water on your skin. Instinctively, you go to follow him, tilting forward a bit and losing your balance. You yelp, and wave your arms around as you desperately try to avoid toppling onto the rocks below. 

You manage to regain your balance and fall onto your backside, but when you look back down Din is backing away, slithering across the rocks and toward the water. You startled him, just as you had so desperately hoped you wouldn't. Foiled by your own centre of balance. You scramble to get back on your feet as he pulls himself away, eyes wide. 

“Wait!”

He glances back at you just once before he disappears into the foamy waves, leaving you alone on the edge of the cliff. Leaving you reeling, and suddenly desperate for his return. Din, the merman.

Part of you is imagining telling Captain Fett what you’ve seen, but a bigger part of you knows that you can never tell a soul, lest they think you a madwoman. 

(Which you most certainly are, but they don't need to think it.)

You stand back up as the waves crash over the rocks, erasing all traces of Din except for the droplets on your hand and the memory of him that you’re sure is reflected in your eyes. You’d love to dwell on it, to wish him back and stare out at the waves forever, but there’s still work to be done. So you have to go about your day as though you haven't just met a merman. 

Din makes no more appearances for a week. He leaves you no gifts, and drops no hints that he’s there at all. It’s devastatingly lonely, even with a phone call to your mother. It only lasts fifteen minutes this time, as you have nothing to update her on and the drama with your aunt has simmered to a cool cold shoulder stage.

(Of course, you could update your mother on the merman, but you would like for her to think you’re only slightly unhinged at most.)

You’ve completely integrated Din into your fantasies, at least, and that's added an impeccable spice to your nights. There was even one night, when you were fighting particularly hard to reach a new record for amount of orgasms, when you included both Din and Captain Fett. You went blind that night with how hard you came. 

Funnily enough, it's the next day when Din finally makes another appearance. You’ve got a spool of rope heaved over your shoulder and you’re trudging up to the shed when you spot his head at the end of the dock. It takes all the dignity and sense you have not to drop the rope and sprint toward him like he’s your long lost lover. No, this time you won't startle him. So instead, you wave to him and calmly make your way down the old dock. 

He seems to hesitate before he waves back, as though he’s unfamiliar with the gesture. You surmise that he’s seen it before and guessed that it's a human greeting, but he’s simply never had the need or opportunity to use it. 

“Din,” you greet as you make it to the end of the dock. Today’s a clear day, the clouds are sparse and the sun is blessing the both of you with its warm shine even in the frigid salty air. 

He murmurs your name, webbed hand resting on the dock. He looks infinitely more stunning in the clear sunlight, his skin somehow sunkissed, despite his dwelling somewhere with so little sunshine. You crouch slowly and set down the rope, smiling at him. 

“You disappeared,” you say, thankful when your sudden proximity doesn't make him retreat. “I’m sorry I scared you last week. I guess I got excited, and… you can't understand me, can you?”

Din smiles at you again, giving you a full view of his sharp and pointed teeth. They’re almost sharklike. He reaches up, taking your hand carefully, like he’s nervous. 

You think he might be– you think that might be the explanation for his strange behaviour. Maybe it isn't just the nature of merfolk, maybe Din is just shy. The thought makes you smile, the idea that this gorgeous, dangerous creature could be shy or nervous. It's more than a bit endearing.

Then he speaks again, and even the rough timbre of his voice can’t ease the shock at the word coming from his soft lips, “Fuck.”

Your brows knit together as you tilt your ear toward him, certain you’ve misheard. “Sorry?”

He says it again, seeming insistent. He gently grabs your ankle, guiding you to sit down on the dock. You’re still reeling from his sudden cursing, too shocked to stop him as he moves you so your legs are dangling off the edge of the dock. 

“Where did you learn that?”

(He probably learned it from you, shouting it late at night while you touch yourself, but you don't really have the brain function to piece that together while you're still reeling from the fact he's learned it at all.)

He says it again, and as he begins to tug your shoes off you begin to think he may know exactly what it means. He sets your boots down on the dock and looks intently at you, resting his hands on your clothed thighs. For a creature you’ve decided is shy, he’s being awfully bold. You stare at him with wide eyes and parted lips, willing him to suddenly know your language so he can confirm your suspicions. 

“Yes?” He prompts, and it's well enough. 

And really, you should probably say no. You don't know him. You don't know where he’s been. You don't know his actual intentions. He could be asking permission to drag you under and eat you. But it's obvious what he’s asking, right?

And god you want it, you want it bad. It's been so long since anyone else touched you, and at this point you’d take it even if it meant drowning. Especially coming from such a gorgeous creature. There are worse ways to go. 

So you nod, hurriedly undoing the clasps on your overalls and shifting away from him so you can take them off, leaving you only in your t-shirt and panties. They’re not exactly sexy, but judging by the lust darkening Din’s eyes, your fishy partner doesn't much mind. 

He trails his wet hands over the expanse of your thighs, taking in every inch of them. It takes you a moment to realise that he's probably never been this close to any legs before. He’s admiring them and amazed by them, and you shiver when he drags his tongue over the skin. 

(Or, he’s seen plenty of legs before from drowning and eating people, and he’s savouring the taste of them before he bites a chunk out of you. He’s got those sharp jaws for a reason. Still, you somehow don't mind if that's your fate.)

His tongue is long and wet, noticeably longer than any human tongue. It would be easy, from this angle, to forget that he has the bottom half of a fish until he opens his mouth. But his tongue laving over your thighs and the slight scrape of his teeth wrenches you back to the reality that you may be about to let this supposedly-mythical beast eat you out.

Or… maybe you’re just letting him lick your thighs. He doesn’t seem to be paying much mind to your pussy at all, actually. You think it’s possible he may be fooled by the concept of underwear. So as he damn near gnaws at your thigh, you shift slightly to tug them aside. Din sees your movement and pulls away from your leg, brown eyes filling with lusting curiosity. 

His eyes are on your fingers as you pull your panties aside and tuck the crotch of them between your pussy and your thigh. Din’s eyes dilate, and you can tell he recognises just what it is. It's just what he was after, to eat in one way or another. 

Before you can do much else Din grabs your legs, talons digging ever so slightly into your thighs but not breaking skin, and tugs. 

You yelp, scrambling for purchase as he yanks you off the edge of the dock– this is it, you think, you’ve just invited this creature to drag you to the depths to your unfortunate wet death. 

As you begin to come to terms with your imminent end, though, he stops, leaving your top half still above the surface. You’re distantly thankful that it's a somewhat warm day so you won't get hypothermia from the water if you end up surviving this. 

With more careful hands, like he heard your frightened yelp, Din turns you around so you can brace your arms comfortably on the surface of the dock. 

Oh, you realise. He wasn't trying to drown you. He was only trying to do this in his domain. If you had the brain for it you might think it were some territorial thing, which it is, but any thoughts in your head are melted away by the sudden drag of his lengthy tongue through your folds. 

A strangled sort of noise leaves your throat, and your eyes pop open at the hot muscle dragging appreciatively along your pussy. Even if he hasn't ever seen a human pussy before, it evidently can't be much different from a mermaid’s from the way he seems to know what to do with it. His arms wrap around your thighs to hold you in place, and you’re left digging your nails into the worn down wood to hold you up. 

Because you’ve forgotten how to be, you’re far from quiet. You cry out when his tongue brushes over your clit, the strange feeling of it being played with underwater like this heightening the feeling. 

(Somehow it's so much more than when you touch yourself in the bath, maybe because the water is cold, or because it's a foreign body, or maybe because the man doing it is used to doing it underwater.)

His tongue is rough, like wet sandpaper (but of a low, worn-down grit), and it laps reverently at your clit. Din’s mouth refuses to leave your pussy, and the delighted shouts of pleasure refuse to stay in your mouth. You think that he can probably hear it beneath the current, because he only begins to suck at it more fervently. 

“Fuck!” You hear yourself scream, before Din finally leaves your clit so just his nose bumps against it. He gives you barely a second of soft licks at your hole before he’s plunging his tongue into it. Your nails drag against the dock as your scream of delight is trapped in your throat. 

How is it that Din’s tongue delves so much deeper than your fingers ever have? It prods deeper than anything that's gone in there in months, fills you more perfectly than several of your fingers ever have. It’s like his tongue was made just to fit in your pussy, to find the spot that drives you insane with such little effort. You can't even begin to wonder about his cock. 

He laps at your hole, his large nose prodding against your clit as your entire body goes tight. Your thighs clamp around his head and you sob his name. 

“Din!” You scream, body trembling. “I’m-”

There’s no sense in warning him when it hits you so suddenly, probably more surprising to you than it is to him. Your vision goes white and you let out a guttural groan, forehead banging down against the wood as you writhe in pleasure, pussy trying to milk Din’s tongue. 

(You won’t have the cognitive function to realise it until hours later, but his tongue has stopped moving for how hard your cunt is clamped down on it.)

When your vision returns in spots and you find the ability to breathe again, Din’s tongue continues. You whine, scrambling against the dock to pull your oversensitive cunt away from his mouth. His arms only clamp down harder on your thighs, holding you in place. 

You gasp, tears blurring your vision as you manage to reach down into the water and tug harshly on his hair. That seems to give him the hint he needs to give your poor pussy a moment to breathe. In a second, his mouth has pulled away and left you dreadfully empty. With gentle hands and strong arms, he lifts your body back onto the dock and rolls you onto your back. 

You stare at the blue sky, panting. His hands trail gently over your thighs again, rubbing them in soothing circles. You lift your head just in time to see him press a kiss to your sensitive pussy, like a kiss to a lover. You can't help but feel a bit charmed by the gesture, until he suddenly clamps his jaw down on your inner thigh. You yelp in an odd mix of pain and offence, but before you can say anything, he’s slithering off the dock and back into the water.

You want to scramble after him, but your limbs feel like lead– which is quite the accomplishment considering you’ve built up the stamina for several orgasms in one go. So, instead of fruitlessly trying to draw him back to the surface to tell him off, you flop onto your back and close your eyes, too pleased to really process that you just came on a merman’s tongue.

[mermaidarchive]

[ID: three images of crocheted mermaid Din Djarin and octopus Grogu from The Mandalorian on a beach. In the first image they sit on some wood in front of the water. Din is in his helmet with a gray tail, his arm around Grogu, whose bottom half has been replaced by tentacles. In the second image Grogu, staring at the viewer, sits in Din’s helmet which is placed on a log. In the third image Grogu wears Din’s helmet so that only his tentacles are visible, and he is posed so it looks as if he is scuttling across a chunk of wood. End ID]

It's MERMAY🧜‍♂️

Day 4 - May the Fourth by With You

On the shores of Mon Cala the Mermandalorian surveys a wreck in search of his quarry.

[the-blind-assassin-12]

14 and 24 or 25 for the fanfic asks? 💕

Hi there, lovely! Thank you for dropping by with these! I hope your end of the year festivities have been wonderful, and I’m wishing you the absolute best in 2024!! ✨

14. a fic you didn’t expect to write

Tidal Force - my mermaids on mandalore AU that only came together in the very last days of Mermay. I just woke up one day and there it was, without a single plan ahead of time. I had a lot of fun with it, and I left it open ended so that I could come back to it if I wanted to… maybe I will in the new year! 🧜‍♀️

24. favorite fic you read this year

There were so many good ones this year, but I think my front runner right now is actually one that’s still ongoing. I have been terrible at reblogging it (but you can bet that’s going to change once I get through the rest of my holiday reblogs!) but if you’re not reading Liminality by @something-tofightfor yet, you NEED to start. It’s Frankie (and the guys!) but with a very big, important twist, and it’s SO MUCH FUN. Things are really starting to pick up as of the most recent chapter, so hop on right now!!

Thanks again for sending these!!

End of year asks - feel free to ask away!!

[prolix-yuy]

Welcome to a fun little event where you get to ask for all sorts of filth! Spin the Wheel, Pick a Pedro Boy, and Get a Drabble! Bring your jammies, snuggle up in your sleeping bag, charge your favorite toys (just kidding) and come join me for some filthy fun with our favorite boys!

Bangathon requests are closed, thank you all for submitting your ideas!

Complete Bangathon Masterlist:

Jack “Whiskey” Daniels x Marcus Pike, Kneeling Reach-Around

Dieter Bravo x F!Reader, 69

Pero Tovar x F!Reader, Cowgirl

Jack “Whiskey” Daniels x Plus Size F!Reader, 69

Max Phillips x F!Reader, Reverse Cowgirl

Ezra x F!Reader, Spooning

Pero Tovar x F!Reader, Missionary

Francisco "Catfish" Morales x F!Reader, Cowgirl

Din Djarin x F!Reader, 69

Dieter Bravo x F!Reader, Snuggled Spoon

Francisco “Catfish” Morales x F!Wife Reader, Mermaid

Marcus Pike x F!Reader, Kneeling Reach-Around

Oberyn Martell x OFC, Sit on the Throne

Ezra x F!Reader, Advanced Crab Walk

Joel Miller x F!Reader, Blowjob

Javier Peña x F!Reader, Honey Bear

Francisco "Catfish" Morales x F!Reader "Ms Jackson", Seated Oral

Oberyn Martell x OFC, Snuggled Spoon

Ezra x F!Reader, Missionary with a Pillow

Marcus Moreno x F!Reader, Spooning

Dieter Bravo x F!Reader "Murch", Sit on the Throne

Javi Gutierrez x F!Reader, Honey Bear

Joel Miller x F!Reader, Snuggled Spoon

Dieter Bravo x M!Reader, Kneeling Reach-Around

Javier Peña x F!Reader, Octopus

Din Djarin x F!Reader, Sit on the Throne

Dieter Bravo x F!Reader, Honey Bear

Dieter Bravo x F!Reader, Froggy Style

Ezra x F!Reader, Honey Bear