#moff save me

[kia-ko]

moth appreciation post

[erosmutt]

　★　Captain Save A Hoe　⨟　H. Solo

PART ONE

﹙characters﹚︰Han Solo, Darth Vader, Wilhuff Tarkin, Thrawn

﹙pairing﹚︰Han x DARTH VADER'S APPRENTICE!reader

﹙synopsis﹚︰Master let his little apprentice go on a mission all by herself. It took some convincing from the Admirals, but she soon found herself on Tatooine, searching for a certain smuggler, and their run-in is far different than what she anticipated.

﹙content warnings﹚︰semi-public sex, bathroom sex, quickie, blowjob, face-fucking

﹙word count﹚︰2.0k

⠀★⠀⠀─⠀⠀WRITTEN BY EROSMUTT 25.01.14

Every time you step into the conference room, you absolutely dread what's to come.

Rebels this, rebels that. Stationed here, stationed there.

The only plus to this specific meeting was that for once, Tarkin was not the one doing the talking. It was Thrawn.

"This man is not to be underestimated."

You sit at the table, fingers drumming on the surface in a steady rhythm, the only sound other than the soft beeps and boops of the control module as Thrawn navigates it, although both are being drowned out by your Master's obnoxiously loud breathing.

Nobody is really paying attention, for that matter. Except Tarkin, as always, kissing the Empire's ass.

Your eyes, previously clouded and distant, suddenly focus as the Admiral's words lift your veil of contemplation. You look up at the flickering screen displaying a mugshot of a man who, at first glance, seems unremarkable. "The man in question," Thrawn begins, his voice echoing through the conference room, "is Han Solo."

An involuntary scoff leaves you, drawing the attention of every high-ranking officer present. You lean forward slightly, your demeanor a mix of curiosity and skepticism. "Pardon the intrusion," you interject, your tone measured. "but, what exactly makes him so perilous? He looks utterly unexceptional."

Unfortunately, Tarkin is the one to speak this time. He scrutinizes you with an intensity in his narrowed eyes that can only be perceived as disapproval, which it is, because he does not approve of you. However, he tolerates you.

"His danger lies not in his outward appearance, but in the information he possesses, and the circles he keeps. He's a smuggler, one with a network of contacts that stretches across the Outer Rim and beyond." He takes a breath before continuing, eyes never leaving your face. "Solo has been known to associate with the likes of the Rebel Alliance's top leader. His ship, the Millennium Falcon, is used to ferry critical information and supplies to the Rebellion's strongholds."

Maker, what an earful.

Tarkin's gaze turns back to the mugshot, distaste clear on his face and in his voice. "Furthermore, he's been a thorn in the side of the Empire. He's evaded us for years, always slipping through our grasp at the last moment. In doing so, he's become a symbol of defiance, a beacon of hope for the discontented masses."

Is he done yet?

"Perhaps you'd like to aid in his capture, since you have such curiosity."

Of course not.

"Excuse me?"

The pale blue of Tarkin's eyes fall back on you, studying your expression. "I recommend you take personal charge of this mission to apprehend Solo. Your... unique skills and background may prove invaluable in navigating the underworld he inhabits."

A sound akin to a garbled scoff is heard from beside you. It's clear that Vader isn't happy with this new development. The Grand Moff, ever the antagonist, raises an eyebrow. "Do you disagree, Lord Vader?"

Yes, he does disagree. One thousand times over, absolutely. Yet for some reason, he can't find it in himself to argue with the Admiral today. A few moments of silence pass before Vader speaks.

"Very well."

That's how you found yourself on Tatooine.

Fate decided you would be dropped onto this podunk, backwater planet, and so here you are, feeling stranded on the desolate sands of Tatooine. The scorching heat of the binary suns above bears down upon you, your skimpy clothes given to you for the mission doing little to shield you from the temperature.

Vader had told you he had an inkling that the rogue would be lurking in one of the planet's countless cantinas. Sure enough, as you make your way inside of a particular dive bar, his intuition proved correct.

It's loud. Too loud.

The raucous noise of the patrons and music combined is an unwelcome and very stark contrast to the usual eerie, dead silence you've grown accustomed to in Imperial dwellings. It all grates on your ears, overwhelming you. As your eyes adjust to the dim lighting, they fall upon a familiar face across the room.

Han Solo. Just the man you want to see.

A warmth pools in your tummy as Han's piercing brown eyes meet yours, a cocky, charming grin spreading across his handsome face. Despite there being three girls at the table looking up at him like he hung the moon and stars just for them, you feel an inexplicable pull, a magnetic attraction drawing you towards him. Straightening your short skirt, the leather of it creaking a bit, you take a deep breath and make your way across the crowded cantina, weaving between the tables and assortment of patrons.

He sits at a sabacc table, boots kicked up onto it making no difference on the scratched up surface, his lips now fixed into a lazy smirk on the death stick between them as he plays the game with the ease of a seasoned gambler. As you approach the table, Han's eyes rake over your curves, a flicker of interest in his eyes. He leans back in his chair, one arm draped casually over the back of the seat beside him, a silent invitation. The others present, a mix of humans, humanoids, and aliens, eye you warily, sensing your potential competition.

"Well well," Han drawls around the stick in his mouth, his voice like velvet and sin. "Join us, darlin'." He gestures to the seat beside him.

As you settle in, your hand finds his arm, once again making a heat pool in your stomach. You can feel the warmth of his skin beneath the thin fabric of his sleeve, the firmness of his bicep beneath your fingertips. You lean forward slightly, looking at his hand.

Leaning forward, you watch as Han takes a long drag of his death stick, the embers glowing bright in the dim light of the cantina. He exhales a plume of smoke, his eyes never leaving yours. There's a challenge in his gaze, a dare to match his audacity.

The cards laid out before him are just a jumble of patterns and numbers to your untrained eyes. You have zero idea who has the advantage, but you're not here to play sabacc. You're here for him.

You hesitate for a moment, your stomach fluttering nervously as you glance towards the cantina's entrance. The noise of the crowd fades into a distant murmur. Han's presence, his raw charisma, is utterly consuming.

Suddenly, you remember the reason you came here. To apprehend him. Why does he have your body warming with attraction? You stand up a bit abruptly. "Excuse me," you murmur, hoping he doesn't notice the slight tremor in your voice. "I'll be right back."

Once again, you weave your way through the ridiculously crowded cantina, your heart pounding in your chest as you make your way to the refresher. It's a welcome respite from the chaos, the air slightly cooler and less smoky. You stand at the sink, staring at your reflection. Your cheeks are flushed, your eyes wide and bright. You look... excited, almost manic. You turn on the sink and splash some cool water on your face, trying to snap out of it and compose yourself.

As you dry your hands, another woman steps out of one of the stalls, approaching the sink and turning the water on. "Watch yourself with that one, sweetheart." She warns, tilting her head to the door, referring to Han. "He's trouble." She takes the towel from you, drying her hands. Just like that, she's gone.

The door swings right back open, revealing Han's imposing figure, the smell of smoke and whiskey brought with him. He strides in, each step eating up the distance between the two of you. At 6'2", his tall, muscular frame seems to dwarf the small bathroom, making you feel small and insignificant. Han leans against the sink, looming over you, his gaze boring into yours. A wolfish grin spreads across his face, and it takes every ounce of your willpower to not let out a whimper.

"You said 'right back,' didn't you?" His deep voice asks, sending a shiver down your spine. He hits a fresh pack of death sticks against his palm before tearing it open, tossing the paper onto the floor, and extracting one. With fluid motions he places the death stick between his lip and flicks open his lighter. Shielding the flame with his large hand, he ignites it, the embers glowing.

"Looks like the party's here now," Han sighs, flicking the lighter closed and setting it beside the pack on the counter. His eyes never leave your face. The air is growing thick with tension, the scent of smoke mingling with the lingering floral aroma of the hand soap and your own fear. You swallow, mouth suddenly dry, realizing the precarious situation you've gotten yourself in.

Thrawn was right. He is not to be underestimated.

"Loth-cat got your tongue, sweetheart?" He asks, growing agitated with your silence. "C'mon, darlin'. A pretty little thing like you, comin' here for a good time then runnin' away?" Han pushes off the sink, beginning to circle you. As he stops behind you, he stares with a heavy gaze, taking a long drag of his death stick. The smoke curls around his head like a sinister halo. "You know sweetheart," he taps the ash off the stick into the sink. His hand comes to rest on your hip, pulling you towards him, your back hitting his chest. "I could show you a real good time."

"A good time?" You question, laying your head back against his chest. "Mhm," he leans down and presses a kiss to your jawline, then to your neck, giving your pulse point a teasing flick with his tongue. "Turn back around f'me, sweet thing, face me." He murmurs, and you comply, now facing him. "On your knees."

"Yes Captain." Your voice in your ears is barely audible over the sound of your heart pounding in against your chest as you drop down to your knees. "You know what to do, sweetheart." Your hands find and undo his belt, the metal clasp falling open with a soft clink. Dragging down his zipper, you tug at the waistband of his pants, freeing his hardening cock. It springs out, thick and heavy, the musky scent filling your nostrils.

Tentatively, you wrap a hand around his velvety shaft, stroking it with a light touch. Han inhales sharply, his hips jerking forward slightly, seeking more contact. You lean in, flicking your tongue out to taste the pearlescent bead of precum glistening at the tip. The flavor spreads across your taste buds, salty and slightly bitter, but bearable.

You take a deep breath, steeling yourself, before taking Han's cock into your mouth. Inch by inch, you sink down, lips stretching around his girth. The head of it bumps against the back of your throat, making you gag reflexively. You fight the urge, determined to please him, to get him in Imperial custody as quick as possible.

Han groans, tangling a hand in your hair. "Kriff, hold still dollface," he mutters around the death stick before tangling his other hand in your hair, beginning to guide your movements. He sets a relentless pace, fucking your mouth with short, hard thrusts. Drool leaks from the corners of your mouth, hands on his hairy thighs. Your jaw aches, your neck strains, but still, you take him deeper, until the tip of his cock nestles in the tight clutch of your throat.

He grunts, grip tightening in your hair, holding you in place as he hilts inside your mouth. You shut your eyes, the tears that welled up in them finally spilling down your cheeks. With a deep, guttural moan, Han empties his balls down your throat. "Ohh, Maker," he drawls. "Swallow," he whispers hoarsely. You swallow, the hot, salty essence of his cum making you gag.

Finally, Han pulls out, his softening cock slipping from your used mouth with a wet pop. You gasp for air, strands of drool and semen connecting your lips to his crotch before they snap, decorating your chin with a sheen. You look up at him, eyes pleading and desperate. For what, exactly? You have no idea. Your dignity, perhaps.

Wait a minute. Aren't you on a mission right now?

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[aq2003]

i saw a post saying boom was good bc it feels like it could be done with any doctor/companion duo and honestly that was one of the things i felt was wrong with it

[dindjarindiaries]

Crash and Burn

summary: Things don’t go as expected when Captain Teva sets you up on a solo mission with his newly recruited Mandalorian mercenary, for better or for worse.

pairing: din djarin (the mandalorian) x reader

contains: canon-typical violence, injuries & blood, angst, hurt/comfort

rating: T

word count: 9.279k

main masterlist • din djarin masterlist

You blinked a few times in shock at Captain Teva. You were still struggling to find your voice, no matter how loud the words you wanted to say were inside your own head. Questions and frustrations threatened to surface, but instead, all you could do was echo what he’d just said. “You want me to work with a Mandalorian on this?”

Captain Teva took a nervous glance around and held his hand up, a warning to stay quiet. He set his hand on your shoulder and urged the two of you to a more private corner of the outpost’s cantina. “I’m asking you because I trust you the most out of anyone here.” You set your shoulders with a deep breath and crossed your arms. Captain Teva nodded before he went on. “This isn’t just any Mandalorian. He’s the one who killed Moff Gideon.”

You raised your brow. “You mean, the one who was complicit in the death of Lieutenant Davan and sprung a prisoner from that same ship?”

Captain Teva exhaled a tight sigh. “You saw that footage. You know he was the only one who tried to save the lieutenant.” He gave you a knowing look. “Last I checked, your record isn’t crystal clear, either.”

Your gaze fell at that. His words were stern, but not harsh. It was the slap of reality you needed. Each mission you got recruited with was a gift, not an expectation, no matter how damn good you were at flying. “Fair enough.” You loosened your jaw and lifted your brow. “But why so secretive?”

Captain Teva shifted his weight. “Coruscant doesn’t know about the Mandalorian helping us.” He set both his hands on your shoulders. “And they won’t know.”

“Because you’ve recruited a mercenary into our ranks, and you’re asking me to work directly with him?”

Captain Teva’s lips started to curl up in a teasing smile. “It shouldn’t be a problem unless you’ve got a bounty on you.” He patted your shoulder and started to walk off towards the bar. “I’ll brief you when Mando gets here.”

You followed him and set your hands on your hips, the upper half of your orange jumpsuit still hanging at your waist. “How long is that gonna take?”

The door slid open as if on cue, revealing the silhouette of the Mandalorian with one of the smallest creatures you’d ever seen at his side. Captain Teva gestured to them with his head and accepted the drink he was handed by the bartender. “Not long.”

He sipped his drink while you held back yet another sigh. You rested your elbow upon the bar and kept your other hand propped up on your hip, your expression hardened as the Mandalorian joined the two of you where you stood. His small accomplice took the liberty of hopping onto the bar all on his own and made himself comfortable in front of a bowl of tip-yip.

“I wasn’t expecting to hear from you so soon.” The black void of the Mandalorian’s T-shaped visor was facing Captain Teva, and his position at the bar mirrored your own.

“It’s important.” Captain Teva nodded as he drew a sip from his drink. “I need my strongest people on it.” He turned and gestured to you. “That’s why I’m sending you with my best pilot.”

You raised your brow at him, unimpressed. Flattery wasn’t going to make you any more optimistic about this mission. Your gaze shifted to the Mandalorian’s visor as you continued to remain silent. He tilted his helmet at you, and you had to ignore the way it made you want to shift your position.

“This is the part where you introduce yourself, Lieutenant.” Captain Teva let his voice go low in warning.

You stood up straight from the bar and fell in line without much effort applied. You introduced yourself to the Mandalorian, who then reached out his gloved hand for a handshake and returned the favor. “Din Djarin.”

You shook his hand and pasted on a fake smile. “A pleasure, Djarin. Truly.”

Captain Teva watched you with careful eyes as you returned your hand to your side. “As I said before, the lieutenant is one of my very finest,” he paused and raised his glass to you, “and will have no problem assisting you in any way you need on this mission.”

Your jaw dropped at his words. To be placed under the Mandalorian’s command on this mission felt like a stab in the back. “Captain…”

“I know you’re eager to get going, but this briefing won’t take long.” Captain Teva gave you a sharp look. You crossed your arms in a vain effort to suppress your growing frustration. “There’ve been sightings of a squadron of TIE fighters near Agreon.” Captain Teva pulled up a map of the surrounding area on his holoprojector. “We’ve gotten some intel that the planet may be housing one of our most sought-out warlords yet.”

Din shifted his weight to one hip, setting a gloved hand on his belt near one of his two blaster pistols. “What’s the name?”

Captain Teva glanced around the room and reached into a pocket on his belt, handing off the datacard to Din. “Everything you need to know is in here.” Din nodded and secured the datacard on his person. “If we get this warlord, we could finally get Agreon, a planetary asset we haven’t had since before the Clone Wars.”

“If their people will let us.” You scoffed, earning both Captain’s and Din’s attention. “They haven’t exactly been keen on the idea of the Republic.”

“The Empire didn’t give them a choice.” Captain Teva’s brow rose. “It’s likely the Imperial influence changed things for them.”

“Regardless, we’ll make the job quick.” Din stood up straighter and reached for his tiny accomplice. “Wouldn’t want them to cycle the charts if they find out you’re getting suspicious.”

“Good call.” Captain Teva nodded before accepting the hand that Din had reached out to him to shake. “Thank you.”

Din returned the nod. “We’ll be in touch.” The Mandalorian, satisfied with Captain’s short briefing, turned and walked off without once looking to see if you followed.

You scoffed and faced Captain Teva, who spoke before you had the chance to. “Take it easy on him, Lieutenant.” Captain Teva’s words were a plea. “You have no idea how important of an ally he is.”

You offered him a tight-lipped smile. “Sure.”

With that, you followed Din’s path, entering the daylight of Adelphi with a heavy sigh. The Mandalorian’s ship was already close to your own and, despite your feelings about the bounty hunter, you were impressed with his vessel. It was an N-1 starfighter from Naboo’s Royal Fleet, dating back to the years before the Clone Wars. Its silver finish was sleek, and several customizations made themselves known on its exterior hull.

“So,” you began loud enough for Din to hear, approaching him as he set his tiny accomplice within his ship, “what’s the plan?”

Din didn’t turn around to face you as he responded. “We destroy the fleet, take the warlord, and get the hell out of there.”

You huffed and crossed your arms. “And how do you plan on doing that?” Din turned to face you as you shook your head at him. “As soon as they see my X-wing, they’re gonna know what’s going on.”

Din tilted his helmet at you. “That’s why you’ll pretend you’re pursuing me before I lead you into the firefight.” His visor returned to the little one as he spoke with slight amusement. “It wouldn’t be my first time getting chased down by an X-wing.”

“Were you planning on sharing that with me, partner, or was I supposed to read your mind?”

Din remained unshaken, his visor finding your gaze again. “Captain Teva said you’re the finest he has.” He nodded at you. “I figured you’d catch on.”

You forced yourself to take a deep breath and directed your attention elsewhere for a moment. The little one in the Mandalorian’s ship served as the perfect distraction. “What is that?” You pointed at the cockpit.

Din looked between you and the cooing little one. “This is my apprentice.”

Your brow furrowed in confusion. “That thing is a Mandalorian?”

The hand at Din’s side pulled into a tight fist. “He’s also my son.” His voice was a warning. “And his name is Grogu.”

You raised both hands in surrender. “Apologies.”

Din began to climb his way into his ship. “I’ll transmit the information to you.” He lowered himself into the cockpit, Grogu soon appearing on his lap. “Try to keep up.”

The revving of his ship made you jump back as Din started it up. You cursed under your breath and jogged to where your X-wing was docked, already crafting your list of complaints about the Mandalorian for Captain Teva to listen to upon your return. The list was almost too long to remember by the time you secured your jumpsuit over your shoulders and climbed inside the cockpit.

Din didn’t wait a single moment, and his N-1 was in the air before you had even slid your helmet on. You grumbled to yourself as you fumbled with your helmet and strapped yourself in, starting up the X-wing and taking off as soon as it was ready. You applied extra power to the reverse thrusters just to catch up to the N-1 before it left the atmosphere.

“Lieutenant?” Din’s voice spoke through your comms.

You almost failed to hold back your sigh. “At your service.”

Din’s amused huff was audible through the comms. “Good to know.” You raised your brow before he went on. “Transmitting you the coordinates.”

You waited and saw the coordinates uploaded to your navicomputer. “All set over here.”

“Great. Making the jump now.”

You followed suit, watching as Din’s N-1 flew into the stars just as you did. Your X-wing was just behind his ship in the hyperspace lane, the blue flashes of light illuminating the space in a way that had always brought you peace.

Still, even hyperspace couldn’t soothe you. Din had sent the encrypted plans over to you, and in reading them, you realized just how big of a score it would be if you pulled this off. You couldn’t mess it up, and yet Captain Teva had given you a stranger to work with, and no other pilots. It was like he was setting you up to fail.

You took a deep breath and spoke to Din over the comms. “How do you want this to go?”

Din’s response was instantaneous. “You tell me.”

You scoffed. “You’re the one who made the plan, Djarin.”

“All I have to do is run. You’re the one who’s in control of the rest.”

You shook your head in disbelief of his words. The lack of detailed planning would have gotten him kicked out of the fleet, if he was actually a part of it. It was reckless. “So, you make the plan, and then you make me responsible for its success?”

“Don’t worry, Lieutenant. I’ll take full responsibility if something goes sideways.” The honesty in Din’s tone made you even more frustrated. “But it won’t, because you’re Captain Teva’s best.” You rolled your eyes to yourself and crossed your arms. “So, what’s your play?”

You fought the urge to be somewhat rational and spoke on your first thoughts. “I don’t think I should hold back. If I were really pursuing a criminal, I would be close on their tail with the weapons ready.”

“I agree.” Din’s words shocked you more than you thought possible. “Once we enter the atmosphere, you should start firing.”

“You want me to miss on purpose?”

“No.” Your eyes doubled in size. “You said it yourself. You shouldn’t hold back. Fire at me like you would a runner.”

You hated the wave of concern that rushed through you. “How would that work? I’d just shoot you down.”

Din’s tone was confident but not arrogant as he responded. “I wouldn’t be so sure.” Before you could respond with the contrary, he continued. “Look alive, we’re dropping out of hyperspace momentarily.”

You had forgotten how close Agreon was to the outpost. You readied yourself on the joystick for the drop, steadying yourself with a breath before you dared to speak. “Good luck, Djarin.”

You could’ve sworn there was a smile in Din’s voice when he responded. “Likewise, Lieutenant.”

As soon as your two ships dropped out of hyperspace, your chase began. You stayed close on Din’s tail as he wove his N-1 around invisible obstacles, much like criminals on the run would. He would know, after all. You tried to shake the nagging thought from your head as you took a quick glance around, though there weren’t any TIEs that you could spot just yet. “See anything?” you asked Din over the comms.

“Not yet.” Your ships started to enter Agreon’s atmosphere. “I’m gonna fly towards the main city to get a better view.”

Din dove his N-1 down to the surface and you gritted your teeth as you began to fire. He spun and wove through the clouds as if your accurate shots were nonexistent, something that somehow both relieved and frustrated you. Din kept the chase far enough above ground that it wouldn’t alert the unsuspecting citizens within the main city, but could catch the attention of any nearby Imperials.

“Nothing here.” Din’s voice was unfazed, as if you weren’t mere inches from shooting him down every second. “Let’s head to the bay.”

You couldn’t hold back your scoff. “The bay? Why would they be there?”

“It has the same appeal as the city with a lot less security.” Din paused as he dodged a series of shots from your X-wing. “Sounds like the perfect place for an Imperial warlord to be hiding.”

You wanted to disagree with Din, but he was right. Instead, you let out your frustration into your attacks, though the way he dodged them with ease only made the feeling worse.

The high speed of your chase got you to the bay in just a few minutes. The waterside city came into view and immediately, Din was alerting you over the comms. “There, off your port side.”

You glanced to the left and widened your eyes at the array of TIE fighters docked just outside the city. There was also a Lambda shuttle among them, completing what could be considered a small fleet. “This is a lot more than a ‘squadron’ of TIE fighters.”

“Then we should move in while they’re still docked.” Din veered his N-1 to the left, heading straight towards the Imperial docking bay. “Keep aiming at me and follow my lead.”

You gripped your joystick tighter and obeyed his orders. As you aimed for Din, he spun and dodged in strategic ways to make your shots instead hit the docked TIE fighters. One by one, they began to burst into hot flames and thick smoke. “This is really giving us away!”

“It was inevitable.” Din pulled up hard enough to make your series of shots hit three TIEs back-to-back. “We need to cut off their air support first to keep them here, then we can go in on foot.”

The Lambda shuttle was destroyed and only a few more TIEs remained, but they went airborne before you could loop back around to them. The three TIE fighters fell into formation behind you, firing with your X-wing as their sole target. “I’ve got the last three on me!”

“I see them. Split left, I’ll go right.”

The danger was too imminent for you to argue. You pulled your joystick to the left and watched as all three TIE fighters followed you rather than Din’s N-1. Part of you wondered if Din was hoping you’d get shot down so he could take the credit for himself. The thought was fleeting as you soon watched Din maneuver his starfighter behind the trio and shoot down two of them in seconds. The third split off, cycling themselves back around to get a better angle on Din.

“The last one’s all yours.”

You couldn’t help smiling as you turned your ship to gain on the TIE fighter. “I’ve got them.” All it took was one shot to take them down, the TIE screeching as it crashed to the surface. You let out a cheer to yourself; it was the quickest you had ever taken out a fleet of that size, and with less than half the help you had before. You exhaled and shook your head in amazement. “That was some real good work, Djarin.”

“Not too bad yourself, Lieutenant. Your shots were hard to miss.” You beamed to yourself at his words. “But we’re not done yet. We need to land outside—.”

Din’s comms had cut out when the rest of your ship’s power did. One blast from what could have only been an ion cannon on the surface made your X-wing dead in the air. Agreon’s gravity took over the ship as you frantically pressed around the controls. “Djarin?” You tried the comms in a futile effort. “Djarin, can you hear me? I’m dead in the air!”

As the surface came closer and closer to the dead weight of your ship, you gritted your teeth. You tried pulling up, but it was no use. Your last effort was attempting to eject from the cockpit, but it wouldn’t give way in time, and the impact was the last thing you remembered before everything went dark.

You weren’t sure how long you were out, but when you woke, it was with a gasp and a burst of energy. Din had torn open the transparisteel of the cockpit and was knelt just outside of it. His gloved hand tossed the casing of an adrenaline stim to the side as he instead took a hold of your shoulders.

“It’s okay, Lieutenant. You’re all right.” Din’s tone was sincere and urgent. “I’m sorry, I had to wake you up to help you out of here.”

You nodded at him, still numb to the event as well as any pain it might’ve brought you. The motion at least made you aware that he had taken your helmet off for you. “Don’t worry about it.” Your heart was beating a mile a minute as you let Din guide you.

“Can you move at all?”

You had tried to push yourself up, but cried out involuntarily when your leg remained trapped. Din stopped you by taking a firmer grasp on your shoulders. “It’s my leg.”

Din’s visor inspected the area and he nodded. “Okay. I have an idea, but we have to work quickly.” He glanced over his shoulder as he drew his cape from his shoulders. “Imps could be on their way any minute.”

Din took the cape and laid it over as much of your trapped leg as he could manage, though his touch was delicate to avoid hurting you further. You raised your brow at him. “What are you doing?”

Din tilted his helmet. “Burning the metal.” He raised his fist and engaged his flamethrower, causing the metal that trapped your leg to groan as it became more flexible. His cape was flame resistant and kept you from getting burned, as intimidating as it was to see the flames so close to you.

After a few more seconds, Din stopped and gave the heated metal a solid kick. It created a small dent in the metal, but it wasn’t enough to free you. Din cursed and knelt back down to where he was before.

Before Din could even try to burn the metal again, it suddenly began to crush itself back, as if some invisible force was pressing upon it. You looked at Din with a bewildered crease in your brow, but his visor was already fixed on the little one at his side. The apprentice, Grogu, had his eyes closed and his tiny hand extended towards your ship. You watched him with your jaw dropped in awe as he worked until you had more than enough room to move your leg.

You pushed yourself up again and released a tight-lipped groan at the pain in your leg. Din paused for consent to throw your arm over his shoulders and your nod granted him permission. He took a strong grip on you and lifted you onto the ground outside the ship, keeping you propped up alongside him as his visor assessed you for more wounds. “Can you walk?”

“I can manage.” You gave him a reassuring nod, though a quick glance down at your leg revealed just how badly cut-up it was. Your mind was too stuck on something else to care. “What the hell was that?” You gestured with your head to Grogu, who had climbed back into a metal floating pod at Din’s other side.

Din sighed and glanced at his apprentice. “It’s a long story.” His visor found your gaze again as he nodded. “I’ll tell you once we’re safe.” Din raised his free hand to his helmet and spoke through his comms. “R5, can you transmit the coordinates to the N-1?” He paused and looked at his gauntlet as he waited. It chimed and Din lifted his hand back to his helmet again. “Thanks, buddy. We’re on our way.”

For the first few steps, Din kept his visor on you, watching you struggle to put weight on your injured leg. The more you went on, the more you forced yourself to become numb to the pain, and soon you and Din were moving at a much better pace. You weren’t far from the nearby surrounding wood, and thankfully you reached its cover before any Imperials had the chance of finding you.

Din lifted his gauntlet to double-check the coordinates. “We’re almost there.”

You nodded, weary from the effort it had taken you in your injured state to maintain his quick pace. There were at least a dozen questions you wanted to ask him about what would come next, but all you could conceive of doing was putting one foot in front of the other. With each step, the adrenaline faded more and more, causing you to lean further onto Din. He took your extra weight with both ease and grace.

By the time you saw the sleek silver design of the N-1, Din was practically dragging you along with him. Grogu released a worried coo from inside his pod, and the heat of Din’s gaze through his helmet followed. You muscled up all the strength you had left to stand up straighter and nod at him.

“I’m fine.” You swallowed back another pained groan as you lifted your arm from Din’s shoulders and leaned against the wing of his N-1. Balancing on your good leg, you set your hands over the edge of the cool metal and furrowed your brow at the Mandalorian. “What now?”

Din’s visor didn’t look away from you as he swung his helmet towards the N-1’s cockpit. “It’ll be a tight fit, but we can manage.”

You blinked at him, your mouth falling open. “Your plan is to leave?”

Din didn’t move an inch. “Your X-wing’s out of commission, Lieutenant, and your injury needs serious medical attention.” Only then did he set his gloved hands on his hips. “What else are we supposed to do?”

You tightened your grasp on the N-1’s wing and looked to the side as you pondered his words. You gave your head an aimless shake. “Agreon is too high-value to walk away from, especially now that we’ve already moved in and cut off their means of escape.”

Din sighed. “I know that. But I can’t do it alone, and you’re in no shape to help me right now.”

Your focus snapped back to him, your brow shooting up. “I told you, Djarin, I’m fine.” You forced yourself to take a deep breath. “If we can just… lay low for a few standard hours, maybe even for the night, I can heal enough to join you on foot.”

Din tilted his helmet at you. “That gives them too much time to call in reinforcements.”

“Reinforcements?” You scoffed. “Please. This isn’t the all-powerful Empire we’re talking about, Djarin. This is the Remnant. Resources are scarce, and they’re not gonna send more ships and forces over here after what looks like an unfortunate accident.” You nodded at him. “We have at least a full day’s margin to get this done.”

Din exhaled, shifting his weight before turning his head over his shoulder. His visor found the path you had just taken to get back to the ship, and after another moment’s contemplation, he nodded and faced you again. “Fine.” He gestured to where he’d just been looking. “But we’re not staying here. It’ll be easier to hide inside the main city. I’ll fly us to the hangar, and we’ll find an inn there.”

You nodded, your gaze dropping to your bloodied leg as you bit your cheek. “How are we getting there?”

“Like I said before, it’ll be a tight fit, but we can manage.”

You glanced up just in time to catch Din’s gloved hand tapping the canopy that covered the N-1’s cockpit. Your eyes widened when you realized just how small it was. “There’s no way we can all fit in there.”

Din’s hand on the canopy tightened into a fist. “Do we have a choice?”

Your jaw tightened. You wanted to argue, but you had no points to make. He was right.

You winced as you pushed yourself off the wing and limped closer to the cockpit, letting yourself observe the singular seat. There would be only one way for you all to fit, and the thought of it threatened to make your entire face and neck burn the hottest they ever have. “I guess you have to get in first.”

Din nodded, sliding open the canopy and settling himself inside. “It’s not a long trip.” You were distracted for a moment by Grogu directing his pod underneath the starfighter, which somehow led to him popping up with his father inside the cockpit. “It’ll only be a few minutes of discomfort.”

“That’s long enough.” You gritted your teeth and pushed yourself up, a whimper escaping as your injured leg protested at the movement.

“Use your strong leg first.” Din offered a hand for you to steady yourself with. “I’ll support you.”

You nodded, focusing on the logistics rather than the consequences as you sat upon the edge of the raised cockpit and lowered your good leg. Din helped to guide it towards whatever room was left on the floor just below the seat. He waited until you were steady to help you lower yourself to the same seat he was in himself—though you were definitely sitting more on him than you were the actual seat.

Great. As if crashing your X-wing and injuring your leg wasn’t already bad enough.

“Comfortable?” Din’s voice was an annoyingly attractive mixture of amusement and genuine concern. Grogu, who was tucked under one of Din’s arms, also cooed as if he was asking the very same question.

“If that’s what you wanna call it, then sure.”

You kept your focus on the closing canopy above your head rather than the armored chest your back was currently pressed up against. It rose and fell in steady breaths, taking you with each movement. You resorted to humor to deflect the embarrassment that burned hot on the tips of your ears.

“You know, Djarin, if you wanted me to sit on your lap, you could’ve just asked.”

Din huffed. He waited until he had the N-1 in the air to respond. “As if you would’ve ever said yes.”

Your eyes doubled in size, and you were suddenly even more grateful that he could only see the back of your head. “But you’re not denying that it’s what you wanted?”

Din let out a fuller yet lower chuckle this time. You watched as his grasp on the two controls in front of you pulsated. “You must’ve hit your head in the crash, Lieutenant.”

His words drew a genuine yet curt laugh from your lips. You shook your head and watched Agreon’s terrestrial landscape pass you by, focusing on anything except the warmth of Din’s body behind and underneath you. It was distracting, and even worse, it was comforting—intoxicating even.

You’d been there before, and never again would you repeat such a mistake. It wasn’t worth risking everything you had built for yourself over mercenaries like him.

It wasn’t a long trip, just as Din had assured you before, and he was soon making contact with the main city’s hangar to land the N-1 inside its designated bay. You mused upon the next steps in your head, and the first obstacle you ran into was the bright orange of your jumpsuit reflected in the transparisteel of the N-1’s canopy.

Din had just finished landing the N-1 when you unzipped your jumpsuit and began to pull your arms out of it. He took his gloved hands and set them on Grogu’s ears, folding them over. “Sitting on my lap is one thing, Lieutenant.” He tilted his helmet, evidently amused. “But undressing in front of my son is another.”

You rolled your eyes before looking down to make sure your white, sleeveless undershirt was in place. “Would you rather I walk around in my full X-wing getup so we can be swiftly identified?”

Din hummed, an unexpected sound that crackled through his modulator and shivered down your spin. “No, you’re right.” His gloved hands found your waist. “I like this look better, anyway.” Before you could even think of leveling him with your own retort, Din continued. “Push off your uninjured leg.”

Your face grew even hotter as you nodded, realizing he couldn’t get up until you did first. You obeyed his command and pushed off your leg while he used his hands on your waist to help you up. You sat upon the cockpit’s raised edge and spun yourself around, easing yourself down using mostly your uninjured leg. You bit back a whimper when the injured one hit the ground.

Din was right behind you, with Grogu appearing back in his pod at his father’s side. One of Din’s gloved hands found your shoulder as his visor looked pointedly at your bloodied jumpsuit. “Can you make it into the city?”

You repeated his words from before. “Do we have a choice?”

Din gave his helmet a quick tilt. “I can try to find a speeder to rent.”

Though oddly touched by his offer, you shook your head. “I’ll be fine, Djarin. I’m sure they have an inn relatively close to the landing bay, anyway.”

Din nodded, remaining close to your side as your small group began to walk forward. Din broke off to greet the worker and pay the necessary fee. He spoke with the man for a few extra moments before nodding and joining you and Grogu again. You fixed him with a quizzical look. 

“I asked where the nearest inn is.”

You furrowed your brow. “So that he can know exactly where to find us if people come looking?”

Din swung his helmet towards you. “This man’s shift will be over long before anyone manages to find my ship here.” He pointed at your leg. “But if it makes you feel better, we can wander aimlessly around the city for hours looking for somewhere else to stay.”

You tightened your jaw and looked straight ahead. “I’d rather not.”

“I figured as much.”

You huffed and crossed your arms over your chest. Your jumpsuit hung at your waist the way you usually kept it when you were hanging around the outpost, and hopefully that would be enough to keep anyone from getting suspicious. You didn’t see any eyes catching the three of you in particular, and that was all that mattered. Din had been right; the main city was much easier to hide within.

It had only taken a few blocks to get to the inn, which was indicated by the Aurebesh on its signage. Din continued to lead the way inside and bartered for a last-minute room while you stood with Grogu off to the side. It was all you could do not to focus on the stinging pain in your leg. It was only getting worse the longer you went without treating it.

After using the turbolift to get to your floor, Din stepped ahead and unlocked your door. It slid open to reveal a room that was barely big enough for two people, much less three—even if Din’s tiny apprentice barely took up any room.

In fact, this room wasn’t just made for two ordinary people. It was made for two people who intended on sharing a bed.

The pain in your leg didn’t allow you to dwell on any disapproving thoughts for very long. You trudged inside and practically collapsed onto the bed, gingerly pulling at the material of your jumpsuit to check on your wound. You pressed your lips together in a vain attempt to suppress a groan as the fabric brushed over the sensitive gash.

“We should’ve wrapped that back at the N-1.” You glanced up from the wound to see that Din was already kneeling in front of your leg. “It’s worse than you made it out to be.”

You let out a light scoff. “Are you blaming me for that?”

Din’s visor rose to meet your stare. “No.” He tilted his helmet. “I’m saying you’re strong as hell.”

You looked away from him when warmth began to creep up your neck again. He began rustling around for something, and when you gained the faith to look at him again, you noticed he had already dismantled a medpac from his belt. You shook your head and started to lean forward. “You don’t have to do that. I can take care of it.”

Din continued prepping his materials. “It’s all right, Lieutenant. I’m already down here.” He paused, his visor once again rising to your gaze as he continued. “Unless you’d be more comfortable doing it yourself.”

You hesitated. Letting Din see you so vulnerable wasn’t something you were keen on, but the state of your wound was already threatening to make your head spin. “No, uh… go ahead.” Your lips spread in a small smile. “Thank you.”

Din nodded and went back to what he was doing. “This is the Way.”

Your brow rose at that. You considered his words for a few moments and watched him work until the crimson stains became enough. Your gaze snapped up towards the door across from you as you broke your brief silence. “Where does that saying come from?”

The warmth of Din’s gaze burned over you before he answered. “The Mandalorian Creed.” His tone was coated in newfound reverence. “It’s called the Way of the Mandalore. When we want to acknowledge that something either we ourselves or someone else has said or done is reflective of our Creed, that’s what we respond with.”

You nodded in understanding. “So, helping me patch up my leg is a part of your Creed?”

Din chuckled softly at that. You tightened the grasp you had taken on the bedsheets underneath your palms. “Helping others in general is a core part of the Way. It goes hand-in-hand with saving others.” His modulated voice lowered. “Especially children.”

Your gaze flickered over to Grogu, who was already fast asleep inside his pod. Your cheeks began to hurt from your ever-present yet small smile as you spoke in a much softer voice. “You saved Grogu, didn’t you?”

Din froze for a moment. You glanced down at him, an icy chill of dread prickling inside your chest at the idea of saying the wrong thing. Instead, however, Din considered the bacta container inside his gloved palm and let out an affectionate huff. “I like to think he saved me.”

Your tense expression softened. You wanted to ask for more, but you didn’t have to. Din continued his story as he resumed his work on your injury.

“He was learning to be a Jedi a long time ago.” Your eyes doubled in size at that. “That’s why he has those powers, like the one he used to get your leg free.”

You blinked a few times in surprise. You had heard rumblings of a Jedi, maybe even two or three, within the Alliance itself, but you weren’t sure if those stories were true. “How old is he?”

“Fifty-three.” Your eyes doubled in size. “Apparently, his species ages a lot slower than most.”

You looked at Grogu again and let out a curt chuckle. “Apparently.”

“I found him because… he was a bounty I was after.” The shame in his tone caused sympathy to blossom within your chest, but you kept it suppressed and let him go on. “I didn’t know he was a child until I actually saw him. He used his powers to save me from a mudhorn on that same job.”

You pointed at his right pauldron. “Is that why you have one on your armor?”

Din paused as he looked up at his shoulder and nodded. “Yeah.” He turned back to his work. “It was given to me as a signet when we were officially made a clan of two.”

You smiled at the warmth in his voice. You were so engrossed by his story that you barely felt the stinging pain of his work on your wound. “What did you do after he saved you?”

Din sighed. He shook his helmet, and his tone reflected his self-deprecation. “I turned him in. That’s how I got all this beskar.” He tightened one of his fists as the other stayed busy with your wound. “But I couldn’t handle it for long. I only made it a few standard hours before I went back to where I had left him and took him back.”

Your brow furrowed. “Who was after him?”

“The Empire.” Din practically spit out the words with furious fire as your own blood went hot inside your veins. “Moff Gideon, to be exact. He took the kid’s blood and experimented with it.”

You frowned, sparing another glance at Grogu’s peaceful form. “Hearing about the Empire’s atrocities shouldn’t shock me anymore, yet it still does.”

You relaxed when you remembered what Captain Teva had told you earlier. Din was one of the Mandalorians directly responsible for Moff Gideon’s death on Mandalore, which meant that Grogu was safe. You began to smile again as you turned your head back to face the Mandalorian who was just finishing with your wound’s bandaging.

“I’m glad Grogu had you.” Din’s visor rose to meet your gaze as you corrected yourself. “That he still has you. That fact that you’ve taken him in as your own speaks volumes.”

Din’s helmet lowered back to your freshly-wrapped leg as he checked over his work. “It’s what the Mandalorians did for me when I was a child. And like I said before…” he looked at Grogu over his armored shoulder, “he saved me, too.”

You swallowed hard at what he had insinuated. “The Mandalorians also took you in?”

Din nodded, clearly distracting himself with the task of cleaning up his medical supplies. “I was a child when my world was attacked. The Mandalorians came to help, but they were too late.” His voice lowered so much you could barely hear it as he exhaled a deep breath. “I was the only survivor.”

Your chest tightened so much that it hurt. You set a hand over it as if that would help, watching helplessly as Din nonchalantly packed up his medpac and rose to his full height. Being a part of the Alliance and then the New Republic led to you hearing stories like these before, but that never made them easier to process—nor imagine. “I’m so sorry, Din.”

Din’s helmet straightened before he managed a nod. “This is the Way.” Both his voice and his stature returned to normal as he went on. “Your leg should be good for the night. We can check to see if it needs to be redone in the morning before we set out.”

You nodded, taking his change in subject in stride. “Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me yet.” He gestured with a gloved hand to your face. “You still have some more cuts from the crash. I can take a quick look at those, if you want.” Din offered his medpac to you. “But I understand if you prefer to do that yourself.”

You shrugged. “You’re already in the groove. Might as well keep going, right?”

Din huffed with amusement and sat beside you on the edge of the bed. “Sure.”

As he began to get his materials out again, you mulled over a thought that was nagging at the front of your mind. It was something that didn’t seem to fit in with the heartfelt story Din had just told, but given how vulnerable he was being with you, you didn’t want to insult him by asking about it.

Still, knowing yourself, it would come out eventually. It would be best to get it over with.

“So,” you swallowed hard as Din’s visor gave you an attentive glance, “did everything with Grogu happen before or after the prison ship incident?”

You tensed, anticipating Din to harden himself to you once again. Instead, Din let out an amused breath, making your brow shoot up as his visor began to scan your face. “Looks like you did your research.”

You rolled your lips together. “I trained with Lieutenant Davan back when I first joined the Alliance.” You took a deep breath to steady yourself. “So, yeah. I did my research.”

Din sighed, though it was far from a sound of annoyance. “That was when Grogu and I were still on the run from the Empire and their bounty hunters. I was trying to find my footing, and I obviously couldn’t do any bounty hunting work, but we still needed credits for fuel and food.”

Din paused, looking down as he selected something from his pile of supplies and began his work on one of your cuts.

“Someone I used to work for a long time ago reached out, and since I was low on credits, I agreed. I was told before we left that only droids worked on the prison ship.” Din’s voice lowered as he went on. “I’m sorry about Lieutenant Davan.”

You gave him a small nod, your gaze cutting away from the intensity of his visor as he started to clean a cut near your temple. “What did you do with the prisoner you took?”

Din remained unfazed as he provided his answer. “I brought him back to my old contact’s space station with a tracking beacon on him.” His voice was coated in amusement. “Your people got him after that.”

“And you locked up the other people you were with?”

“I did.”

You pressed your lips into a firm line. Din’s patience for fielding your questions was both shocking and admirable, but it would have to run out eventually, and you were certainly testing that boundary. “Why?”

Din paused his work for a moment, his visor finding your gaze. “First of all, they committed a crime. They were complicit in the murder of a New Republic officer who could’ve, and should’ve, been left alive. Second of all…” Din let out a soft breath and continued his work on your face, “they tried to turn against me. Had me locked inside a cell and everything.”

Your eyes widened at that. “What about Grogu?”

“He was in my ship. I have no idea if they knew about him and intended on turning him in, but…” Din shrugged. “Doesn’t matter now.”

You furrowed your brow at him. “If they weren’t betraying you for Grogu, then why were they doing it?”

Din finished with the cut on your temple and focused his visor on his supplies as he reset them. “When I said earlier that Grogu saved me, I meant that he saved me from myself. From the path I was on and had been on for a long time.” Din finally picked something up and began working again. “My path used to include most of this group, and their betrayal was the consequence of my past actions.”

You considered his words for a long moment. It was a lot to process. After hearing about Davan’s murder, you had fostered a lot of bitterness towards those involved. Captain Teva catching up to Din on Maldo Kreis had only rubbed salt in the wound when he returned to Adelphi and told you everything.

But Captain Teva had reassured you that Din had only been complacent in springing the prisoner, and now Din was telling you he hadn’t even let the prisoner get away, either. Not only that, but Din was also taking accountability for his actions.

Maybe he was right. Maybe Grogu really did change him—because he sure as hell wasn’t acting like the other mercenaries you had known.

“That’s… really honorable.” The corners of your mouth tugged up in a small smile as you nodded at him. “Thanks for answering all my questions. I know it was a lot.”

Din shrugged. “I don’t mind.” He pulled away from your second bandaged cut and looked to be preparing for one more. “What happened on that prison ship directly affected you, and you deserve to get some clarity. As for the rest…” Din chuckled, “well, I figured you could use a distraction from all the stinging.”

You laughed and nodded. “Definitely.”

Your stare stayed on Din as he finished his prep for your last cut. You mindlessly adjusted the left strap of your shirt just as Din looked up, causing his visor to catch on the action. You didn’t have to look down to know what he had seen.

The long scar just over your heart had accidentally been exposed to him.

Rather than speaking up about it, Din refocused himself on your cut, remaining silent as he did so. You let out a light exhale and closed your eyes. He had just offered his vulnerability to you in exchange for satisfying your curiosity, and it was time for you to return the favor.

“It’s from a mercenary.”

Din froze. You reopened your eyes, watching his visor lower to your gaze as you spoke. You offered him a reassuring smile and went on.

“During the war, there were a few instances where the Alliance had to rely on mercenaries for help. Supplies, transport… you know how it was.” You looked down as your hand began to pick at the material of your jumpsuit over your thigh. “Captain Teva made me the liaison for one of them, and we were in direct contact for a long time.”

You cleared your throat, fighting the embarrassment that attempted to crawl up through it. Din waited patiently, his silence proving his rapt attention even as he continued with your last cut.

“I… let myself get closer to him than I should’ve.” You huffed and shook your head. “A lot closer. It was against protocol, but I thought I could manage it. At least, I thought I was smart enough to.”

You closed your eyes for a moment and pictured his face. Even all these years later, it still mocked you. No matter how many beds you had shared since, he was ever-present in your troubled memory, like the scarred marking above your heart.

“But he got a better deal from the other side. He tried to kill me in my sleep and take my intel.” You reopened your eyes and noticed that Din had since gone rigid. His visor was focused on your eyes, which gladly sought the empty void of the black slit across his silver helmet in return. “Thankfully, I woke up just in time to fight him off. Only the tip of his knife caught me.” Your fingertips grazed over the scar.

Din was silent for a few more beats, causing you to swallow hard. When he spoke, his voice was low again, though the anger that strained it wasn’t directed towards you. “You’re telling this story like it’s your fault.”

You scoffed. “It was. I broke protocol and tried to have a romantic relationship with him. Captain Teva should’ve dismissed me completely, but he gave me a second chance.”

Din shook his helmet. “No.” His grasp on the supplies in his gloved hands tightened. “You should never have to worry about being betrayed by someone you’re sharing a bed with.” His visor lowered to your scar again. “Especially not in a way that leads to you being physically harmed.”

You shrugged, looking away to avoid the heat of his gaze behind his visor. “Unfortunately, Djarin, that’s not how the galaxy works.” You exhaled a steady breath. “That’s why I’ll never put myself in that position ever again.”

Din finished with your cut and began to put his supplies away. “So, the door’s closed on mercenaries?” His tone was playful, and you were grateful for the change in pace. 

You huffed and lifted your brow. “Are you disappointed by that?”

Din chuckled and shook his helmet. He finished with the medpac and hung it back on his belt. “We’ll want to get moving early in the morning, catch them when they’re sluggish.”

“I agree.”

You emptied your weapons out onto the side table, which were only a blaster and a blade in this case. As you did so, you watched Din in your periphery, your brow furrowing as he stopped by the extra blanket that laid across the end of the bed. You chuckled and swung both legs onto the bed to face him, your arms crossing as you laid against the headboard.

“Got something to ask me, Djarin?”

Din’s gloved hands gently patted the blanket. “Just wanted to know if you’re okay with me taking this.”

You blinked at him. “For what?”

Din tilted his helmet at you. “Sleeping.” The word was almost a question as it crackled through his modulator, one of his gloved hands gesturing to the portion of the floor near Grogu’s sealed pod.

“On the floor?”

Din nodded.

You couldn’t help but laugh. His gloved hands rose to his hips as he let out a sigh. “So,” you chuckled, “I can sit on your lap, but sharing a bed is where you draw the line?”

Din’s helmet straightened. For a moment, you thought him to be panicked, but his tone was solely amused when he spoke again. “If I’m not mistaken, it sounds like you want me to share that bed with you, Lieutenant.”

You rolled your eyes. “All I want is for my partner to not have any back pain when we fight for our lives against a bunch of Imperials tomorrow.”

Din hesitated, tapping his fingers against his hips. “And you’re sure you’re comfortable with that?”

You shrugged. “Unless there’s a reason why I shouldn’t be.”

Din shook his helmet. “No. Just… after your story, I wasn’t sure.”

A small smile stretched across your lips as Din began to make his way to the empty side of the bed. “I appreciate that, but it’s been years. Don’t worry about it.” You cleared your throat and made yourself busy with getting more comfortable as you went on. “I’ve shared beds since then.” You chuckled to yourself and spared a glance at Din. “But I’ll bet this is your first time, isn’t it?”

Din snickered, his back facing you as he sat and removed his boots. His helmet turned over his armored shoulder as he answered. “The helmet doesn’t stop me.” Your brow shot up at that, though he paid attention to what he was doing again as he continued. “At least, it didn’t used to.”

You hummed, your tone still playful as you laid back on your pillow. “Got tired of breaking hearts?”

Din was silent for more than a few heartbeats. You turned your head to look at him, seeing him staring at a small weapon he had just set on his side table. When he spoke, his voice was lower than before. “Got tired of breaking my own.”

You mulled over his words as you let silence sit between you. It was hard to imagine what it must have been like, sharing every vulnerable part of yourself with someone while knowing you couldn’t ever give them all of you—not with a helmet to hide behind. Unless the helmet really wasn’t the problem, and it wasn’t the physical armor he had trouble shedding.

That was something you could relate to all too well.

As Din laid beside you, he made a move to turn off the lights, but paused. You watched him in your periphery, waiting for whatever words he was clearly intending on saying. “Lieutenant?”

“Yeah?”

A pause. “I meant what I said before.” His helmet briefly glanced in your direction. “You should never have to worry about being hurt by the person you’re sharing a bed with.”

That got a smile out of you, a real, genuine one that hurt your cheeks. “Thanks, Din.” You rolled on your side as your face started to burn. “Goodnight.”

The lights flickered off just before Din responded. “Sweet dreams.”

You huffed, shaking your head as you closed your eyes and chased slumber the best you could.

When you woke again, it was because of a very light snoring sound. You blinked a few times into the darkness, huffing when you realized why it was such a delicate noise. Grogu had gone from his pod to his father, and he was tucked into the Mandalorian’s neck with his tiny, three-fingered hands clinging to the fabric around his neck. Din had a hand supporting his son’s back, keeping him pressed upon his chest.

The sight was enough to melt anyone’s heart, even yours. What made that heat in your chest spike into an uncontrollable temperature, however, was the realization that there wasn’t shiny metal concealing Din’s face anymore.

It was hard to see in the darkness, but the outline of his profile was unmistakable. His jaw and upper lip were untrimmed, and his nose was long and curved. His hair was just a bit longer than you thought it would be, and if you weren’t mistaken, there was a slight wave to it, though the dark made it difficult to determine that for sure.

You blinked a few more times. It was only then that you realized you weren’t supposed to be looking at him.

You turned on your side away from him and stared petrified into the darkness as you tried to burn the image of him out of your memory. You had only heard the stories of the Mandalorians who never removed their helmets, and they never included what would happen to those Mandalorians if their faces were actually seen. Would he have to kill you? Would he have to be killed?

Regardless, you had to tell him what you had seen. It was only right, and as hard as the right thing was to do many times, you had spent your entire lifetime fighting��and losing everything—under that same principle.

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Remember Me | Din Djarin

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**WARNINGS**: Non-canon, no y/n (Crystalia/ Nickname as Cala: When your father noticed your abilities, he made a deal with Ahsoka, thinking that a Jedi should train you. You trained for three or four years, but Ahsoka had to leave.), Fluff, Soft Sex, Toxic, Obsession, Age Gap, Erotic, !!+18 Only!!, Death, Drama, Virginity Loss

English is not my native language. I am just trying to improve my writing skills. So I apologize for any mistakes I made.

Word: 4k∼

Pre-Story: You are a princess. A warrior princess from a rich planet. You had a happy life until Moff Gideon invaded your planet. You learned that Moff Gideon wanted to marry you when he was collaborating with your family. So you ran away and found Din Djarin to get revenge and kill him. You knew about the war they had with Moff Gideon back then. But it was out of business, you fell in love. You were going to get married after the planet was saved. You gave up your right to the throne.

Although all the Mandalorians helped you save the planet, Moff Gideon understood the bond between you and Din Djarin and was tempted to kill you. He distracted Din Djarin so that you were alone, and eventually managed to kill you in the duel you had. Moff Gideon did not leave your lifeless body alone and took it with him as he boarded the ship.

Note: You've never seen Din's face.

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You were playing with Grogu on your lap. Since Din couldn’t take care of you while you were on your way to the Mandalorian planet with the Razor Crest, it was up to you to find various games for the boy. You didn't want him to forget his powers, even though he didn't choose that path, he was a great Jedi to you. You always tried to keep what he learned fresh in the name of gaming. Grogu was an orphan. After Din adopted him, he had a father. Now had a mother too. His loneliness evolved from being an orphan to an adoring family.

You held your hand up in the air, just out of reach. You were throwing the metal ball you had hidden in your palm somewhere, waiting for him to stop it with his telekinesis ability and take it, encouraging him. When he finally caught it right in the air, you shouted with joy.

"You were amazing, Grogu!"

Din turned to you as soon as he heard the joyful scream. It might not have been possible to see his face through his helmet, but his voice showed how excited he was.

"I knew you would do it! You keep doing better!"

As a parent, you were so proud of your son. Grogu was smiling and cooing.

When Din looked back to the road, he thought about how lucky he was. You both brought color and joy to his lonely life. You taught him qualities he didn't know about himself. Hours later, this happy family portrait of yours would become official.

You stopped playing with Grogu and called out to Din. “How much is left, darling?"

"It's almost there. We'll be there soon."

You stood up, placing Grogu on the couch and fastening his seat belt before you approached Din and grabbed his shoulder, got support by him as the Razor Crest shook slightly.

Din spoke up before you could. “Once we get there, we’ll both be leaving our old lives behind. Are you ready for that?” he asked in an unsure tone without waiting for an answer. “You know me, but you’ve never seen me in person. What if you don’t like the man under the helmet? Don’t you ever think about that? Young ladies care about that.”

Grogu's ears perked up as soon as he heard Din's question. He was too young to understand what was going on, but he was smart enough to understand that it was an important matter and that it concerned the attraction between the two of you. That was why you didn't want to get into such topics around the boy. You patted his shoulder over the pauldron and smiled.

"As long as no Wookie comes out of the helmet, you'll be fine."

"No, I can't be that hairy," he said, returning your joke.

But he was serious in his question. Since he couldn't get the answer he wanted from you, his anxiety increased. Although he seemed to have forgotten about it, in the back of his mind, whether you would like him when you saw him or not was being processed. Many times he wanted to take off his helmet with him. But he didn't want to go out of his way again. Otherwise, he would be too dirty to wash in the living waters. But when you died, he couldn't stand the pain and took off his helmet. He was alone. After Moff Gideon killed you and boarded the ship with your body, Din was on his knees, hugging your lifeless body in his mind. The mourning lasted for days, weeks and months. Maybe he shouldn’t have been so strict, he thought. Then you would know who he was and decide to fall in love accordingly.

Din Djarin didn’t even notice they had reached the planet as he struggled with his “if onlys.” That was until you tapped him on the shoulder and took your place in the chair.

“Here we are!” You picked up Grogu.

Din winced and readied the ship for entry into Mandalorian’s atmosphere.

As you descended into the vast courtyard of the Razor Crest palace, you saw Bo Katan herself coming to greet you. You wanted to get Grogu into his vehicle and get downstairs as quickly as possible, but he had no intention of letting go of your arms. Din said in a tone of happiness,

“He missed you more than I thought. Let’s go down.”

You were moving forward as the passageway hatch opened downwards. Bo Katan still couldn’t believe she was seeing you. It was more logical that Din had gone mad. She hadn’t even considered the possibility that you would leave the ship. The last time she saw you was when your hologramic lifeless body was adorned with Auricula flowers in the coffin. She remembered how devastated Djarin had been, and he had followed your lifeless body to make it comfortable.

What kind of a greeting would seem more sincere? Maybe it would be more appropriate to pretend that none of this had happened and greet the 'woman her friend is going to marry'. He has already begun the greeting ceremony by alienating the word 'care'.

"You've finally made it. We've all been waiting for you."

Din spoke up. "It's good to be here, Bo Katan."

Bo Katan looked at you and Grogu. You still loved each other very much. So you weren’t just a ghost. You were standing in front of her, real flesh and blood.

She shook your hand. “Princess Crystalia, I hope you find our planet for favorable your wedding ceremony favorable. Our ancestors have strived to continue their traditions for centuries. It is an honor for us to be a part of one of these.”

You smiled. “The honor is mine, my lady.”

Since you both came from noble lineage, you knew the protocols and developed your style in a balanced way.

Yet Bo Katan’s friendly demeanor was tinged with meaningful looks. “I’m sorry there’s no wedding dress. Din’s announcement that you were alive had already surprised us, but the news that you were getting married two days ago caught us off guard.”

"No problem. I guess it didn't seem normal to be married in a white dress among Mandalorians," you answered.

"For a nation that has dedicated its entire life to war, yes," she replied. As you walked through the palace corridors, she said, "Everyone is here. They are waiting for you to swear an oath of allegiance. You will see them all at the banquet."

When you entered the throne room, The Armorer was waiting for you as the person who will marry you. Welcomed you.

Your gaze was strange. "Will we be alone when the promises are made?"

If you were Mandalorian, you didn't even have to be in the same room when you swore your oath of allegiance with the person you were going to marry. All you had to do was know the promises and accept them. Everything had to be as simple and private as possible. Only after the promises were made would the others join in and a feast be held.

The Armorer answered. "Of course, this is your special moment, and you must spend your first night in the living waters, as compensation for seeing Din Djarin without his helmet for the first time. Thus will your marriage be consummated."

As you looked at her in surprise, Djarin spoke up. "I didn't expect such a big organization, to be honest."

Bo Katan glanced at Djarin. It was impossible not to notice the mischievous smile on his face. “You’re marrying a noblewoman. Of course there had to be some showiness, right?”

Grogu was looking at you with question marks next to him, aware of the tension. You locked eyes. The nervousness that fed his curious gaze had fueled Bo Katan's sense of conscience. Se turned to him and winked.

"It's okay, Grogu! Mom and Dad will be making a promise to each other in a moment."

The person who would perform your wedding would be the leader of Djarin's clan, and the person who will witness your words will of course be the Mandalorian queen. Bo Katan climbed the stairs and stood in front of her throne. She began her speech by explaining the reason for your being here and her duties as queen.

Your head was slightly bowed, as you should have shown respect to your queen. Din turned his head to you as Lady Kryze continued speaking. You agreed to follow the Mandalorian teachings in order to marry him. It was a source of pride. The fact that the woman he loved was there to support him on his own path made him even more devoted to his love. He had lost you once, never again, he told himself. He would never lose you.

When The Armorer asked you to repeat the words, Din turned his head toward her, so caught up in the perfection of a lifetime with you that he flinched.

“Together we are one,” she said, and you felt uneasy as you repeated it. You were not well versed in Mandalorian culture. “When we are apart, we are one,” Din repeated, tensing with excitement at the prospect of removing his helmet. “We share everything,” Grogu grinned, watching you as you repeated. “We will raise warriors!” you repeated.

Bo Katan, "Princess Cala, you are now Din Djarin's future wife. Your name is Din Cala from now on!"

Taking a deep breath, you turned to Din. You were now officially married. You would fight together, raising your adopted son Grogu. Of course, you had something else on your mind: the moment had come for him to remove his helmet. You would physically see the man you married. You had a smile on your face that showed his anticipation.

The Armorer says, "You can go to the living waters whenever you want."

Djarin bowed his head in agreement. “This is the way!”

You smiled at Djarin expectantly.

Djarin said, "You can see it after the banquet when we are alone."

"Okay then," you said with dissatisfaction and together you went to the dining hall where the banquet would be held.

Finally, you were at the steps of the living waters while they continued their feast. Some Mandalorians were also taking care of Grogu. No one could disturb you here. Feeling the mystical energy of the sacred waters to your cells while being with each other on your first night would complete your marriage.

You stood between the mine walls, looking at each other.

"Din, are you really sure about this? I mean, is it right for us to be here? For the intercourse."

Din spoke up. He took your hands and said,

"Cala, in the presence of the living waters we will belong to each other. There could not be a more perfect moment. If you are ready, of course."

You raised your eyebrows. “Ready for what? To see the man under the helmet, or for you to touch me?”

Djarin didn't know what to say. He was slurring his words, stuttering. He was trying to remain secretive.

You stepped closer. "You know what, Din Djarin? I never expected to see you like this."

"What do you mean?"

"You've always been a mysterious man. Sometimes I thought you were an emotionless droid. But now I see the excited man under the helmet," you said and grinned. "It gives me pleasure to surprise you."

"I'm not excited or anything," Djarin said, his tone half angry, half indifferent. "I just don't want to disappoint a young woman. That's all." He was a hunter! There was no job he hadn't taken on for credit in his day. How strange that the truly emotionless, bounty hunter was now showing his emotional vulnerability in the presence of a young Jedi. He was looking for the old Djarin. Where was he, really?

You rolled your eyes and gave him a smug look. “Is that why the topic always comes down to the helmet?”

Djarin got angry. He continued to act indifferent. "Think whatever you want. Of course, I respect that a young girl thinks such things to satisfy her ego." He said.

You frowned. You looked much angrier than he did. You stood right in front of him with determined steps. You were looking at his helmet with the same determination. Finally, Djarin stopped, realizing his stupidity.

"Come on Cala. Take off the helmet."

Excluding the times when you were thought to be dead, you had been together for a year and a half and you had lost hope of ever seeing Djarin. To love without seeing him... To fall in love with his character and soul without discriminating between handsome, ugly, old, young, wouldn't that be the most innocent love in the world? That's why Djarin surrendered himself to you. The woman he fell in love with wasn't someone who would care about material values. That's why he married you, that's why he opened the doors of secrets wide open and let his guard down.

Djarin closed his eyes as she reached for the helmet. This would be the first time you would make real eye contact. You would hear his voice changing under the helmet in its purest form for the first time. How could it not be exciting? It was the most special moment.

You slowly took off his helmet. Djarin had been curious about your reaction the moment your eyes met. He was good at hiding his emotions, but you weren’t much different.

“Aren’t you going to say anything?” he asked suspiciously.

You placed the helmet between your arm and waist and brought your other hand to Djarin’s cheek. When your fingers touched his skin, he was reminded of how much he desired you, how hungry he was for you. It was like a dying madman finding an oasis in the desert.

The fact that you still didn't say a word was causing him to get lost in the dark well of the unknown. Just as he was about to repeat the same question to you with his lips parted, you approached him and pressed your lips to his gently. You felt the warmth of his skin on you. After the long kiss, you stepped back.

Djarin was grateful for the love you had shown him. “I guess that explains it all,” he said. He never lost his reserved demeanor, unable to tell you how he felt. The teachings he had spent on the Mandalorian path had taken some of his abilities from him, involuntarily. But the feelings were permanent. This time, he was the one who made the first move. He was much more passionate now. His hands slowly moved up from your hands, following your arms to your neck, and from there he continued to kiss you, holding your face tightly. His moist kiss was so passionate that you didn’t even notice the loud sound of Beskar steel hitting the ground when you forgot about the helmet you had under your arm and hugged him. The sound echoed off the walls of the cave, though. You just continued, not caring if anyone heard.

Djarin moved a few inches away and whispered to your lips. "I never expected this day to come. But you are in front of me, my skin touching yours," he said and caressed your jawbone and moved towards lower lip again. He left bites and kisses without hurting your, while at the same time he was taking off your white waistbands. After taking his place on the fabric step, it was your war costume's turn. Leaving your lips and slowly placing kisses under your chin, his long arms found your back. He started to untie your clothes. His breath was trembling with excitement. From the day he fell in love with you until the day he tasted his death, your skins were longing for each other.

As he pulled away from you and began to pull your clothes down, he was admiring the beauty of your skin, but you averted your eyes in embarrassment.

He frowned and stopped pulling back the fabric - just as he was about to see her breasts. "We can stop whenever you want, Cala, it's okay."

Your lips parted, and you looked as if you were trying to explain yourself in a hurry.

"No, please don't stop. I just think I got excited about a man I'm seeing for the first time."

"Okay then," he said, and Djarin continued to take off her clothing. Your breasts were revealed first. The nipples were already hard, waiting to be sucked by Djarin. Then he saw your stomach and groin. He was amazed by the velvety feel of your skin. He dropped to one knee as he peeled it down. You were looking down at him, at what he was doing.

Djarin was looking at your groin. His hands suddenly slid down to your waist, careful and gentle, as if he were holding a delicate flower.

The man on his knees in front of you, kissing your groin, seemed to be performing a religious ritual. He could feel the Mandalorian faith on your skin, as if his lips were worshipping you as they touched you. He was in awe of everything about you. He was intoxicated. He could only come to himself when he flinched when his warm breath touched your skin. He untied your boots and caressed your feet, taking them out. He got up from his knees and stood in front of you. You were completely naked.

"It's your turn," he said. He wanted you to undress him.

You started taking off his armor one by one. You looked into his eyes as you took off his pauldron. You thought he was going to look at your body but he waited a long time to actually meet your eyes. He was happy for you to see him. He was completely special to the two of you.

You took his hand and pulled off his glove, bringing it to your chest. Your gaze was Djarin’s aphrodisiac. You wore a naughty boy grin as if what you were about to experience was a great sin.

You tossed the gloves aside and brought his hands up to your lips, kissing the tips of his fingers.

Djarin took this gesture as a sign of respect. "You know these hands are going to make you moan with pleasure in a moment, right?" he asked.

You nodded. "I know."

Djarin and you were now completely naked. The hand you held was now supporting you as you descended the steps. You stood side by side. You could not take your eyes off each other as the sacred waters slowly rose from your feet. You were now in the sacred waters up to your waist.

The heat from your sexual desire radiating from your groins and spreading throughout your body combined with the coolness of the water and you shivered.

Djarin grabbed you by the waist and pulled you to him. His wet hands reached your cheek. His lips came to life on yours again. The day you died came to mind as they made love, and this made Din Djarin become much more passionate when they were in a relationship. Because he had never confessed his love to you. He regretted it. He should not make such a mistake again.

Thanks to the buoyancy of the water, you wrapped your legs around his waist very comfortably. As your bodies moved aesthetically as if they were twisting with pleasure, the waves of water were wetting you all over. You were soaked as your tongues danced with each other. The drops of water sliding down your forehead were cooling your lips, making them much more slippery; feeling your sensitive skin deeply was fueling your hunger.

Djarin's hands were exploring your body. He was holding hard by the hips, caressing you. You were so plump that you overflowed from his palm. He anticipated the pleasure he would soon experience when he fucked you.

"Oh, Cala! You have such beautiful skin! I know we were made for each other."

One of his hands suddenly went to your breast. When he stimulated your pointed nipple, you moaned without taking your lips off his. His erection had already accelerated with your moaning. You felt a hardness right on your vulva. He was pressing on your clit, forcing you. You expected his cock to be thick, but you were surprised by its length. You grinned, showing your teeth.

"Tell me, how do I take it in? It's going to hurt, isn't it?"

Djarin moved his hand from her breast to her vulva and began to caress it. "Don't worry, once I get you ready, you won't mind me coming in."

His cock was now pressing against your vagina. The arousal factor applied from two places caused you to frown, burying your face in his neck, and moan loudly.

"Cala, you moan so wonderfully, moaning for me only incites my lust more."

He moved his hand from your hip to your hair and pulled you closer to him. His face found your cheeks, nibbling on them little by little, while his other hand continued to quickly caress your inner lips.

When you least expected it, he grabbed your waist, lifted your body a few inches up, and sat you on his lap again, allowing his penis to enter your vagina. Your eyes widened in surprise. A weak scream escaped your lips. Your hands were gripping his shoulders tightly. Your nails dug into his skin. Din Djarin was no different. He moaned along with you.

"Damn it Cala! I didn't think it would be this tight."

It was as if your vagina and his penis were trying to get used to each other. It was more pleasure than you could handle.

You asked breathlessly, but moans were escaping your lips with every word. “Aren’t you happy with this?”

"I'm actually very pleased!" he replied. It was impossible not to notice the pleasure on his face. He grabbed your hips again and started fucking you, slowly moving you up and down. Your genitals felt the pleasure equally, down to the smallest detail. It was impossible for you to speed up. You were shaking every time he lifted you up and down his lap. Your muscles could not resist any longer, and your body lay down on the surface of the water. Your back met the coldness of the living waters. Your hair was moving on the surface as the water rippled. In fact, the water flowing from your wet hair was sliding down your spine, making you shiver. Djarin was slowly increasing his pace and it felt like he couldn't hold back. But he had to hold himself back, he had to hold on. The glorious taste he was getting made him caress your breasts tightly.

You had lost yourself in each other's skin as if this was your last time making love. Your love was roaming in your veins and coming to life in your groins. Djarin pulled your body closer to his. He continued to bite your ears and neck. You could hear him breathing heavily. He was drawing circles on your clitoris, suddenly applying too much pressure, making you contract. Then he was surprising you with up and down movements. You were so full, so pleased, that your body could not stand it anymore and you threw yourself forward. You wrapped your arms around his neck. Your face looked like you were in pain, but everything was from pleasure.

As you got closer to your orgasm, you noticed Din Djarin was getting emotional. He wrapped his arms around you and held you tightly as he continued to move inside you.

"I love you, baby. I love you more than you could ever imagine."

You were completely in love with Dinjarin.

"I love you too," you said in breathlessly. "I love you too, my love."

Djarin cried out your name as he orgasmed hip muscles contracted, his hands squeezed your skin so hard it hurt. You came right after Djarin. Your body was still shaking, responding to the orgasm. He pulled his penis out of your vagina and his semen mixed with the living waters inside you. Then, without letting you out of his arms, he carried you to the shore and collapsed next to you, the wet stone was cold, thanks to sex, your burning sensitive skin felt the texture more. Djarin stared at the water drops glistening on her smooth skin.

Holding your cheek. "How are you feeling?"

"Strange."

Djarin frowned. “What does this mean?”

"I never imagined I would make love in the waters of a mine." you smiled.

After that night, you spent a few more days in the Mandalorian palace. Grogu was happy with his parents' happiness. He was spreading joy to those around him. The bad days he had were left behind with you, he had made peace with his memories.

In the palace courtyard, you and Djarin were teaching him to be a good warrior, you were helping him develop his Jedi powers, and Djarin was introducing him to Mandalorian weapons.

Some nights, he would get scared because of the bad nightmares he had. Since you were both Jedi who knew how to manipulate the force, you would go to Grogu's room, feeling his fear. One night, it happened again. You entered Grogu's room and woke him up, hugging and telling him you were with him. At that moment, Din Djarin appeared at the door.

"He can sleep next to us tonight. What do you say?"

You looked towards the door as you picked up Grogu and rubbed his back. “I think this will be good.”

The three of you were now lying on the bed, Grogu in the middle of you, his eyes not showing the slightest sign of sleep.

"Come on, Grogu. You need to sleep," he said.

You offered with a satisfied grin. “How about you tell him one of your Mandalorian tales?”

Djarin sat up and looked at you. “Why should I tell? You’re the princess. I’m sure your nannies told you many fairy tales when you were little.”

You switched your position to Djarin and Grogu.

"Yes, they did. Now I want to listen to you."

Djarin gave in. "Okay, okay. I'll get started."

You were both listening to the story he told with curious eyes. The soothing tone of his voice had put you to sleep in a short time. He heard your snores at the most exciting part of the story. He muttered to himself. "Did you fall asleep that quickly? Anyway, good night and sweet dreams." He kissed the child on the cheek and you on the lips, then he put the blanket on you and watched how sweetly you slept for a while. He didn't need sleep. Besides, watching his wife and child rested him both mentally and physically.

A few hours after the sunlight had lit up the sky, Djarin saw the Imperial ship appear in the sky. He knew exactly who it belonged to. He quickly got up and began to put on his armor. The sound of Beskar steel woke you. You looked at Djarin, rubbing your eyes. “What’s going on?”

"We'll find out soon," he said.

The sound of the ship reached your ears. You got out of bed and headed towards the window. Your heart was beating rapidly, your breathing becoming irregular. “He came for me,” you muttered to yourself. The long absence of news from him had led you to assume he was dead. But it was Moff Gideon who stepped out of the gate shortly after the ship landed in the courtyard.

Din commanded as he walked out of the room with stiff and fast steps. "Crystalia! You and Grogu will stay here. I'll deal with him."

Of course, you didn’t listen to him. You put on your clothes and followed him. The Mandalorians had already appeared in the courtyard, their weapons trained on Gideon. While he was trying to negotiate with Lady Kryze, Djarin appeared.

"What are you doing here! You should be dead already!"

Gideon replied with his fake smile.

"But as you can see, I'm not dead. I'm more alive than ever. There's a lot of fake news these days, isn't there?"

Djarin knew that Moff Gideon had a sickening attachment to you. He had heard of your marriage, of course. He looked like he was going mad. He would kill her without mercy if she made the slightest move. You were his, no one could tear you apart. “What do you want from us? Wasn’t your defeat in our last encounter enough!”

Gideon looked at you standing behind Din Djarin. “I didn’t come here to cause trouble. I came to take what is mine.”

You looked at Djarin guiltily, Grogu in your arms. The tears in your eyes were not fearful, but regretful.

Djarin shouted with hatred. "Does it belong to you? We got married, now leave her alone!"

Gideon started to approach you.

“Being married doesn’t change the fact that Crystalia was made for me,” he said and stopped right in front of Djarin. You sighed in fear as he held the remote control in his hand at eye level.

"No!"

Lady Kryze, like the others, could not understand the worry on your face. The secret behind your death was hidden in his current reaction; it was clearly visible.

Djarin couldn't understand. Not your reaction, not the remote control Gideon was holding in his hand. "Whatever nonsense you're talking about, just say it clearly! I'm out of patience."

"The woman you married is nothing more than a clone created using Crystalia's DNA. Doctor Pershing and I created her so that her power would be much more intense than the real Crystalia's. When I became the ruler of the Empire, I was going to make her my queen and put her in charge of my army."

Djarin couldn't make sense of what Moff Gideon was telling him. You were Crystalia. Your looks, your voice, your personality. This couldn't be true. He turned to you.

" Cala! What is all this? Can you explain it to me!"

You were crying heartily. You placed Grogu in the arms of a Mandalorian standing next to you. You were about to approach him and apologize when Moff Gideon continued speaking.

“Crystalia was in love with you. When we created her clone, we reprogrammed the synapses in her brain in the hopes that you would be Din Djarin’s enemy,” he raised his voice angrily and glared at you accusingly. “Yet despite this, her consciousness brought you and your relationship to light! She escaped from my base and lost track of you! She found you, Din Djarin! She was supposed to obey me. She was supposed to worship me! And yet I see my clone, whom I created, marry Din Djarin!”

You walked over to Djarin and grabbed his shoulders.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" you sobbed.

Djarin was disappointed. He had lost you for the second time. The real Crystalia's body was still lying in the lab. But the woman standing in front of him was also a clone derived from your genes, with your consciousness. You lied to him, but you made him feel like Crystalia. He couldn't decide whether to be sad or to thank you, the clone.

He took one of her hands and placed it over your heart. "Can you tell me this isn't real? I need it so bad, please tell me this isn't real, I'm begging you! You're not dead, are you?"

Moff Gideon spoke up. “Crystalia is dead, Mandalorian. I swore I would never reunite you, and I have fulfilled my oath. You no longer have a body to cry over. She was wasted on an incompetent clone in my lab. Fortunately, I have three more clones. They are waiting to breathe.”

Bo Katan Kryze gritted her teeth. "You're not evil, Gideon, you're sick!"

Moff Gideon looked at her grimly. “Perhaps. But I came here to fix the mistake I made,” he said, and pressed the button on his remote. “Goodbye once more, my love.”

Your body slowly began to transform into energy. You were turning into a ghost, your body becoming transparent as your cells lost their tangibility and merged with nature. Djarin shouted, panicking at the prospect of losing you once more as he lost the sensation of your skin. “No! Cala!”

"If even a part of me belongs to the real Crystalia, then she loved Din Djarin more than anything in the world," you said. Those were your last words, and when your body was completely gone, Din cried out in great pain. He had already suffered greatly from losing you. Losing you again was almost enough to make him lose his mind. He fell to his knees and pounded the ground. His cries still echoed off the palace walls. Grogu landed on the ground and jumped into Djarin's arms, sharing his sadness with his father.

Moff Gideon may have been glad to have brought his mission, but Din Djarin's suffering gave him a special kind of pleasure.

"What a shame," he said and turned around and got back into his ship. As he left, some Mandalorians wanted to make him pay for what he did, but Bo Katan said that the current situation was not ready for that. This was revenge that would have to be taken later.

[raedshadowlegends]

Vaggie!!!

Dusty carpet colored moth goober~

Vaggie was a bit difficult to design cuz I didn’t know what kind of colors I wanted. So major shoutout to @tuesziday for helping me with that!!!

I think the drab yellows for her quite nicely!!

I also thought those lil ‘false eye’ patterns on the back of her wings would be nice. Perhaps a lil homage to the old art of Vaggie surrounded by eyes :]

Anyways this is Vaggie! She’s some poor homeless woman that Charlie yoinked in off the street to help with her lil motel project.

She’s nonverbal save for a few squeaks from time to time (she is a moth after all….. moff….)

She spends her days around the motel knitting and crocheting. Doing nothing and bothering nobody 💛

[shadowsofdread]

meet me in the city

word count: 2041

warnings: suggestive themes

featuring ... cecil ryen, and @tiredassmage's tyr deckard

(this was written for the oc kiss week prompt, "first")

In the shadow of the Imperial Citadel on Dromund Kaas, ex-Cipher operative Cecil Ryen decides to be reckless. (cross-posted from AO3)

In the long, intervening decades since his sudden and unexpected departure from his homeworld, Cecil Ryen forgot how unique Dromund Kaas was. The qualities that stood in stark relief against any other world he visited: Ziost, Hutta, Alderaan, even Corellia, once, to name a few. None—save, perhaps, Tatooine—was quite so determined to slaughter its inhabitants.

Its murderous intentions were ubiquitous. Expansive, fast-growing jungle untamable by any industrial-strength pesticide or controlled burning. Fauna and flora both had at least three to five ways of killing the unprepared. Home to an ancient Empire that desired ultimate victory over its millennia-long adversaries and the Sith's mortal enemies.

What shocked Cecil the most was the scent that clung to his nostrils even as he made his way down the interior corridor of the hotel. Charged energy, ozone, a crack of lightning caught within a held breath. At any moment, even down to an infinitesimal fraction of time, a storm could erupt upon Dromund Kaas.

Cecil lived that way all of his life, until the lightning finally struck. He was a cautious, reserved sort. Kept his head down, as he was told. Studied hard, often at the expense of his health, as he was told. He graduated valedictorian and was set for a career in the Imperial military when those lofty expectations of being promoted to Moff and serving the Dark Council were unceremoniously shattered by an offer from Imperial Intelligence.

He did everything as ordered, and he did them well. Exemplary, if he dared to say so.

No good deed goes unpunished.

The younger man in front of him—alright, not quite in front, more slightly leading at his left—came to a standstill, and Cecil withdrew from his thoughts.

Dromund Kaas seemed the fitting sort of place to find a man like Cipher Nine.

Cecil watched through narrowed lashes as Nine deftly flicked the keycard from his wallet. Despite the air having been cleared about their respective intentions, old habits die hard, and his gaze remained on Nine's nimble hand as it returned the card to its original place and the door whooshed open.

A small smile creased an aging, but still youthful face, crinkling gray eyes. Nine elegantly swept his hand towards the doorway. His black gloves briefly eclipsed the form of his fingers against the backdrop of the darkness within. "After you?"

In the feverish research Cecil threw himself into after he found Lucia left abandoned and cold on that expensive and hideous rug she insisted on buying a good ten years back, skin ghost-pale and lips stained with bloody bile, Cipher Nine seemed twice the agent he'd ever been on paper. Stories filtered through a dozen channels that found their way to Nar Shaddaa about terrorism in the Empire, about great machines set upon their crown jewel of a capital, and ridiculous rumors of a secret organization pulling the strings of the galaxy finally brought low. Of what he could make of the massacred and deprecated records, much of those odd stories inevitably led back to Nine.

It was why Cecil knew it was by intention that his wife was left on display, and had died in a gruesome and evidently painful manner.

Cecil glanced at Nine's hand, still hanging awkwardly in the air, before he crossed the threshold ahead of him.

He felt blindly along the wall and found the switch. Soft, golden light flooded the room, illuminating Nine's figure as he followed him in. Cecil cast a wide net of the room. It was impeccably neat, characteristic of the accommodations this close to the central district. He didn't need to touch the emerald green sheets fitted to the king-sized bed to know they were Old Ziosti silk. The ornate bed frame was of a dark mahogany embellished with solid gold trim. An intricately patterned, deep red rug bisected the main area of the suite.

Combining all of the furniture of the room, the monetary cost likely approached, if not surpassed, a year's salary of what he earned back in the day in service to Intelligence.

"You needn't go to all this trouble," Cecil said. It finally dawned on him just how ridiculous—and idiotically reckless—this whole situation was. He was standing shoulder-to-shoulder with the assassin who made him a widower. He'd taken Nine on his word simply because the offered explanation made sense; Lucia was long overdue for it, for all she had done to their son.

Nine smiled; a sliver of teeth peeked at the corners. "This was their only vacancy, and I didn't see a reason to waste time looking for a cheaper room." He ducked his head as he casually worked off his gloves. Blond strands curtained his eyes from view.

Cecil scoffed. He was not the only idiot in Kaas City, then. He still thought he was chief among them.

"Eager, are you?" There was still a sensible voice somewhere inside the recesses of his mind banging on the walls, begging him to come to his senses. Funny, how that voice had been the loudest of them all only days ago, until it was usurped by a voracious hunger for the hunt, for the Game. The one he forfeited some four decades ago. Abandoned his cards and left the table in a storm. Lightning struck, and he would not be hit twice. "They say patience is a virtue."

Cecil turned fully in Nine's direction, only to find the man had come closer. A step just out of the invisible boundary Cecil would consider personal space. He couldn't tell if Nine was doing him a courtesy, or testing him.

"I'm afraid that's never been my strength," Nine said, still smiling so easily. A few hours ago, Cecil had the man trapped against the wall of a tucked-away alley, vibroblade held lightly against the exposed, vulnerable flesh of his neck. It wouldn't have been much to end him. Cecil had wanted to try it. How would the infamous Cipher Nine find his way out of the impossible odds this time?

Cecil cocked his head. On paper, Cipher Nine was twice the agent he ever was. The man standing before him, however, was an enigma.

"It's a miracle you've survived this long." Nine chuckled, like it was a compliment. For some ineffable reason, this infuriated him.

In the moment of awareness after Cecil gripped Nine by the forearms and pinned him to the nearest wall, he realized anger wasn't quite the emotion he was looking for.

Nine looked up at him. No fear lay there, nothing that could even be described as trepidation. Curiosity, then, as gray eyes—in the shadow of Cecil's body blocking out the light of the room, they were not dissimilar to a passably pleasant Dromund Kaas day—examined his face. Whatever he found must've pleased him. Nine's smile widened to show more of his teeth, canines pressing slightly into his bottom lip.

"You can admit that you're curious."

Cecil's jaw jumped. He returned to Nine's eyes. "There's no mystery. Luck and bullheadedness go a long way."

Nine laughed. He tilted his head back far enough that it kissed the wall behind him and laughed. Cecil's face fell into a pout. He'd missed something.

Crow's feet jumped out at the corners of Nine's eyes as they squeezed shut. Smile lines dimpled at the creases of his mouth. Then his eyes opened again, though that foolish smile remained stubbornly in place.

Then, stranger yet, the man's features softened entirely. Cecil went stiff as Nine's fingers gingerly held the lapels of his jacket. "That's not what I meant."

An awful scratching emanated from the dank, shadowed halls of the back of his mind, like a corrupted audio file playing abruptly from a defunct speaker. That sensible man he was mere days ago screamed and cursed and kicked the machine.

His gaze, however, fell back to Nine's mouth. Noted the difference in shade between his sun-kissed skin and his lips. Examined the particular shape of his teeth that were pressing into pink flesh. All of this belonging to a man who accomplished more than Cecil could've ever imagined possible from a Cipher agent. Principally, that he was still alive at all. A relic, a ghost out of time, outlasting the masters that gave him his designation and purpose.

Eager didn't come close to describing the way Nine was looking back at him.

Cecil wished he could split his consciousness in twain and hand the wheel over to the sensible part—the passive husband, who maneuvered quietly all of these years, who left the table when the hand dealt to him ensured he'd lose the game, who finally figured out the only way to actually win was to not play at all.

Nine tilted his head. The motion reminded Cecil of a dog impatiently waiting for its owner to throw the stick. His hold slackened. "If you've changed your mind -"

Forcibly, Cipher Three took the wheel.

Damn the game, and the rules, and keeping his head down, and being careful, and all of the things that guaranteed survival and not much else. The smart thing, Cipher Three knew, would be to leave now that his mission was complete, or even to reach for his blade and tie up one last loose end.

Damn the smart thing, and throw the damn stick.

Cecil kissed him. A harsh, abrupt thing like a vicious right hook. He was woefully out of practice. Lucia hadn't wanted a thing from him—physically, at least—in years. Infidelity was the least of her crimes. And it caught Nine off-guard, if only for a moment.

Nine pulled him closer insistently. One of Cecil's hands left his arm to brace itself on the wall next to Nine's head. Clumsily, like a teenager, Cecil kissed him and Nine chuckled against his mouth. He tasted sharply of the whiskey that Cecil bought him back at the bar. The least he could do, for no doubt giving the man a heart attack.

Hot breath fanned across his face as they parted only just. Already, Nine was chuckling again. His thumb affectionately teased the corner of Cecil's lapel. His free palm fit delicately along the curve of his neck. "You had me worried," Nine said. It sounded genuine. "Not that I would've minded, but the bill for this room was rather steep."

Cecil grumbled gruffly in reply, though it conveyed no real meaning. He surveyed the younger man's face, flushed pink by their exchange. Where the shade had deepened the most, he could make out freckles standing out against his skin. How interesting.

He wondered how far down they went.

(The sensible Cecil Ryen was, at present, bound and gagged and stuffed in a broom closet in the basement of his own mind. Cipher Three, on the other hand, was insatiably eager to find out.)

Cecil's hands snaked down to Nine's waist, then his hips. He surely hoped that Nine wasn't any heavier than he looked. Nine's gray eyes widened owlishly, and Cecil couldn't help the wicked grin that overtook him at the sight.

"Well, we'd better make your money worth it, then."

On his body's own martial strength and a prayer, Cecil hefted the other man up from the ground by his hips and close to his body. Nine gasped, arms flying instinctively around his shoulders and legs hooking around his waist. Cecil grunted, nearly losing his grip in the adjustment, but found it again just as quickly.

Nine laughed, breathless, flushed scarlet. His face was above Cecil's now, and he looked down at him slightly dazed. He was cautious as he adjusted himself, and nimble fingers toyed idly with the hair at the nape of Cecil's neck. "As impressive as this is, try not to drop me." He paused. "Or throw out your back."

"Shut up, Nine," Cecil growled, with little actual bite, and kissed him again with a fervor entirely unknown to him. Unknown, or merely forgotten. What he most certainly forgot, but was quickly remembering, was how to kiss someone breathless.

With Nine gasping against his mouth and thoroughly distracted from the effort it was taking to keep him from crashing to the floor, Cecil turned them around and made for the bed.

He hoped the frame was as durable as it was extravagant.

[corazondebeskar-reads]

toni's fanfic masterlist

a collection of all of my fic, mostly ft. Din Djarin and Joel Miller

Key: 🏴 = dark, 💕 = fluff, ⛓ = bdsm, 💀 = dead dove do not eat

18+ ONLY, minors DNI. All fics on this list are explicit and f!reader unless otherwise stated.

also on ao3

dividers by @saradika-graphics

last updated: 10/25/2024

Din Djarin

Series

⛓💕 well it's love, make it hurt

(Complete, dom!Din Djarin x f!reader)

summary: After The Mandalorian begrudgingly teamed up with you for a big-ticket bounty, you find you work surprisingly well together, and you propose a short-term partnership. Weeks become months, and your hunting partnership becomes muddled as you explore a new dynamic onboard the Razor Crest.

🏴 live to rise

(complete; gladiator!Din Djarin x f!reader)

summary: The Last of the Mandalorians have fallen; their Mand'alor captured. Stripped of his armor, his weapons, his people. Din rises to fight another day, grasping onto the hope that his son still lives.

No fighter has won their freedom from the Empire's arena before. With the help of a servant girl, can he hope to break free?

dandelion sun (mini-series, ongoing)

summary: old west AU with hired gun bodyguard Din Djarin x mayor's daughter f!reader

One Shots

don't let me get carried away

summary: Mando finds the toy you use when he's gone and makes you demonstrate.

for Manda'yaim (Din Djarin x f!reader x Paz Vizsla)

summary: Now that they have reclaimed their homeworld, the Children of the Watch resurrect an ancient ritual to secure the future of their people. Reader is one of the volunteers chosen to bear the next generation of Mando'ade.

🏴💀 worry not

summary: Mand'alor Din Djarin is haunted by the Darksaber, and you suffer the consequences.

💕 mhi ba'juri verde

summary: After Din is crowned Mand'alor, you make good on your promise to fulfill the rest of your vows.

🏴 ori'skraan

summary: The Mand'alor needs to feed to regain his strength, so you are called upon to fulfill the most sacred of your duties.

🏴💀I'll take care of you

summary: Din takes care of you after a head injury leaves you helpless.

stuck in a lonely loop

summary: Din can't let go of the feeling that something's wrong, even if you deny it.

🏴nobody is coming to save you

summary: You get caught by a Mandalorian bounty hunter after fleeing your marriage.

something worse

summary: you're an imperial officer loyal to moff gideon — until a run in with the mandalorian and his weird magic baby.

💕 fine

summary: din takes care of you when you get sick.

Din Djarin x reader x Boba Fett

copaani gaan? (Din Djarin x f!reader x Boba Fett)

summary: Din catches you blushing after Boba Fett flirts with you. He instigates and encourages you to fuck Fett while he watches.

mhi me'dinui an and prequel (Din Djarin x f!reader x Boba Fett x Cobb Vanth)

summary: After the events of The Book of Boba Fett, you get railed by Din Djarin, Boba Fett, and Cobb Vanth.

Joel Miller

Series

🏴💀 all I did was what I had to (complete; dark!Joel x f!reader)

summary: this is a series of snapshots following dark!raider/hunter!Joel Miller and f!reader, who he saves from her abusive spouse for a slightly better situation. It's very dark and so far all the parts involve watersports, if that's your kind of thing.

you know you never stood a chance (complete; qz!Joel x f!reader)

summary: When your neighbor Joel finds out you've resorted to prostitution to make ends meet, he makes sure he's your first client, and proposes a different deal.

ain't no rest for the wicked (complete; tess x f!reader x joel)

summary: Joel would never complain about what he and Tess have. The only thing is that, sometimes, he’d like to be the one in control. Tess has a proposition: she’ll find a sub for Joel that they can both enjoy. It’s not an easy feat... until they stumble upon you in a dark alley. 

🏴💀 the art of breaking (mini-series)

summary: Your meeting is happenstance, but everything that follows? Well, that’s all Joel. He just knows you’re going to be his perfect little toy. He just has to show you how.

🏴of rage and ruin (ongoing; werewolf!alpha!Joel Miller x f!omega!reader)

summary: Joel Miller made it twelve years into the apocalypse without getting bit. He turns into a much different kind of monster than he expected, though.

fall, with you (complete; mini-series)

summary: to love fall. to fall in love. to fall, with you. a burgeoning romance with joel miller. a collection of autumns long past. the end of the world. falling, falling, falling, with you.

🏴💀⛓ how to break a girl in ten easy steps (mini-series) [on hiatus]

summary: joel miller is a lonely old man, but he likes it that way. he has everything he needs: a nice piece of property in the woods, a cozy cabin, and plenty of cash. there is one thing missing, though. one thing he needs that he can't give himself.

One Shots

🏴💀 the devil you don't know (or however it goes)

summary: When Joel's men bring back the (adult) daughter of a rival group of hunters, he sees an opportunity. This is VERY dark.

-- the aftermath (by demand; my thoughts on the possible endings. i stand by the original though.)

💕 a home amongst the stars

summary: Joel gets home after a late patrol and finds solace in your warm body.

💕 to know that you're mine

summary: Joel Miller is a pussy eating king with a praise kink. That's it, that's the fic. sub!Joel if you squint.

remember what you're staring at is me

summary: A videotape is left on your porch one morning, and it changes everything about your budding relationship with Joel Miller.

drabbles/ficlets

🏴💀 too much

summary: you never know when to shut up.

🏴 not enough

summary: a companion to "too much;" it's rough sex and choking with Joel. that's it, that's the fic.

🏴💀no one could save me but you

summary: You're under the care of Dr. Miller at an inpatient mental health facility. He has a vested interest in your "recovery."

🏴💀seasons don't

summary: Your husband dies a hero, but it's no comfort to you.

🏴💀no loyalty in the apocalypse

summary: Your group falls victim to Joel Miller's hunters.

💕 let's all go to the lobby

summary: a date night with joel miller

💕 could be

summary: jackson is not your home. joel miller is not your boyfriend. but they could be.

💀 get some on my love

summary: you visit Joel Miller to get what you need.

Honorable Mentions: Events

(most of these are in the other sections but if you want to read through in order, there's this.)

Kinktober 2023

Febuwhump 2024

[kiss-me-muchoo]

𝐀 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬’𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐞 ||  𝐃𝐢𝐧 𝐃𝐣𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲_ 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐃𝐢𝐧 𝐃𝐣𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐆𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐮𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐌𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐆𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐨𝐧'𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞, 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭. 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐭, 𝐃𝐢𝐧 𝐃𝐣𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐩𝐭𝐬 𝐆𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐝.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬_ 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧 𝐝𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝. NO PROOFREAD 

𝐀/𝐍_ 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝟑 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐖𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬. 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐮𝐩𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐃𝐢𝐧.

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝.

✰ 𝙄𝙉𝘿𝙀𝙓 (𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚)

♪ ♫ 𝙋𝙀𝘿𝙍𝙊 𝙋𝙇𝘼𝙔𝙇𝙄𝙎𝙏 (𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩)

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Dirt everywhere; you hate it. Rolling your eyes, you stand up and start cleaning your clothes. There’s a tiny burn on your forearm caused by the Marksman-H. 

“That was very good. But you got distracted at the end….” Luke explains. You nod, giving him a little smile. 

“Did I make it?” Leia appears panting and gasping through the humid jungle. You giggle after seeing her so disheveled.

“Leia, the Marksman-H returned half an hour ago” You couldn’t help but laugh. 

Your padawan mate completely got lost in the jungle.

“Oh, stars,” she surrenders, sitting to drink water.

“You’re not done, y/n. Turn on your lightsaber.” tired, you stand up to get in position. The green laser appeared with the characteristic sound, and the flying ball started to shoot you. 

After months of training, you finally could use your own lightsaber and control part of the force.

“You can focus on the control of the lightsaber, but if you focus on the force, the win will be greater,” Luke softly added as you managed to dodge the sharp shooting of the Marksman. 

The force, the force, the force. You close your eyes, and pushing one hand toward the ball, you feel it crush.

“Good job, you opted to use the force instead of physical skills to complete your task. That’s why you have a green lightsaber, y/n. However, I can sense you are disturbed,” the young man announced. Making you and Leia exchange confused looks. Luke sighs, pushing away the crashed Marksman. 

“I can’t tell if it’s a premonition or not. But it was evident that you fear you’ll end up in danger….” Not again. The war finished a year ago. You were just eighteen. 

“Don’t be afraid. As long as the force is with you, everything will be okay” You nod. “Perhaps this is a bad omen, but we don’t know when it will happen. Until then, we’ll keep your training.”

“Luke…” you call him, and he returns. “If I ever end up being in danger, I must beg. Hide my memories.” he looks hesitant but nods. 

Because he knows it’s the best. And what a Jedi would do at last opportunity.

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Panic. It’s all Din Djarin is feeling.

“I’ll take care of Moff Gideon. But I need to find Princess y/n” Bo-Katan agrees and lets Din know the next movement. 

“R-5. Before you give me the location of the command center, I need to go to the laboratory. " The droid makes some sounds, and finally, Din can hear an answer.

“Let’s go, Grogu. We need to save your mother,” the baby squeals inside the droid, totally mastering it, answering Din with a robotic yes.

Through the alleys and corridors of the base, Din wonders how you had the force if you never showed any sign of it. 

Perhaps you lied to protect yourself, although that would hurt him because he thought you trusted him. 

Then you yelled and cried about the fight, telling him everything he wanted, but not in that way. 

About your feelings for him, he wanted the same.

With more reason, he had to save you, to make things right. 

Grogu coos at Din, and when he turns, he sighs with relief to see doors that protect the laboratory.

Only two soldiers get in the way, but Din quickly gets rid of them in minutes. 

The room is white, full of chemicals, annoying sounds, and surgical tools. The thought of surgery makes a shiver run down Din’s spine.

“Keep your eyes open, Grogu. The princess must be here,” the green baby nods, moving around the room until he spots a crystal door. Grogu can see you in the middle, unconscious in a bed. 

“What?” Din asks with his gun in hand until he sees Grogu pointing, and the Mandalorian can finally see you.

He jogs to the door and noticing is coded. With a single shot to the pad next to it, it’s open. 

When he is next to you, he notices there’s no fresh blood. Your face looks clean, and your hair is wet. A white blanket covers you from shoulders to toes, and the image is dreadful to Din, almost like he was seeing your corpse. 

“She’s alive…” he announced to Grogu, but mostly, it was to soothe himself. 

Once he’s getting you out of the silver bed, he stops, realizing you're only in underwear. 

“Dank farrik…” he cursed, placing you above the fabric that covered you.

And as Din hurried to find some clothes, Grogu walked cautiously towards you. 

His little hand lifts to your unconscious body. He closes his eyes and concentrates on contacting you through the force.

Please, wake up. It’s gonna hurt a little.

Din turns worried once he hears you complain of pain. He looks as you suddenly wake up and sit to hold your temple, showing that your head is hurting a lot.

“Grogu! you’re hurting her!” Din says after seeing the little child using his abilities on you. Still, Din is unaware of what Grogu is actually doing. “Kid, stop”

You feel someone’s hands on your shoulder and cheek, but you can’t see or hear anything. 

Until you hear your own voice saying something. Just like it happened when Grogu communicated with you a day ago. 

Please, wake up. It’s gonna hurt a little.

It’s Grogu. He’s talking to you. 

Flashes assault you from the time when you joined the rebellion. 

Training in Dagobah, the Skywalker twins. Han Solo’s ship, the kind Wookiee. Your X-Wing, the green saber. 

You open your eyes and let out a long pant, feeling like drowning.

“…y/n!” You hear Din calling you. And finally, you can see your little family looking worried at you. 

Before you can say anything to Din, you smile brightly at Grogu.

“Grogu, you brought back my memories, baby. Thank you…” He lets out the cutest coo. 

“Memories?” Din asks. But you ignore his questions for a few seconds. Because you hug him tightly, brushing away all your anger toward him and Lady Kryze. He holds you tightly, and you feel the pressure of his helmet on top of your head.

“I’m sorry, Din,” you admit.

“We’ll talk about it later. You just need to know that I love you, okay?” You nod, enjoying the hug as you hold Grogu’s little hand and say love you back. “But what memories, y/n?”

“Luke Skywalker was my master. The man who trained Grogu… I was a Jedi, Din” It felt like the force was trapped somewhere inside you, and now that Grogu had set it free, you could feel it everywhere. 

“That’s why Gideon trapped you, right? But Skywalker blocked the memories to keep you safe,” he whispered. 

“No, I did it. I removed my own memories,” you say. “But our little one here, he helped me”

Both of you turn to look at Grogu, who looks happy or proud of being able to help you.

“We need to take him down. This war is not gonna be over if he’s not gone” Din has a lot of questions to you, a lot of things to say and confess, but not yet. You nod, and soon you realize you’re in underwear. “My clothes…”

“There’s something here…” the Mandalorian points at the tiny closet in a corner. He takes some clothes out along with a metal box. It’s some black attire, which wasn’t yours, but it looked clean like they left it for you. The box had your holster and boots, at least. 

You quietly get dressed as Din guards the door, and Grogu helps him to look. 

“We’ll go to the command center. Gideon must be there.” You nod at the man as the three of you walk on the bright hallways. “The fleet was able to escape. I don’t know what’s their next move.”

Before you make another turn, Din stops you.

“Listen, this is dangerous. If anything, you stay behind me. I’m not letting them retake you,” he means it. While you had cared for each other over time, Din wouldn’t let you or Grogu alone for a second. 

“I know…” you nod. He leans, and in a second, he’s giving you a keldabe kiss. You are surprised, but you don’t say anything.

“You know what this means?” He was nervous. One side of him hoped you didn't know the meaning behind his action.

“I do. I liked it….” He loves your smile. Even in a dangerous and unsafe moment, he knows your smile is the brightest thing in the imperial base. 

—

You looked disgusted at the clones of Gideon. You were always afraid of the experiments of the Empire. So when they targeted you as a bounty, rumors appeared. That you would be used to replicate DNA. 

Now looking at the bunch of clones is… disturbing.

“We need to get out, now,” you state seconds before Grogu jumps back, scared. As some alarms sound, Din is able to get you out in time.

But soon, you finally encounter the real enemy.

Moff Gideon explains how angry he is that his clones are gone now. You feel it, your lightsaber. The man has it.

“Now, your princess is our last hope….” you won't be part of his experiments. “Her only purpose was to follow you and babysit your kid. Here, she has a task to do.”

“I will never be part of the Empire. And I am more than could ever think of” you yell, coming out of the hallway to face him.

“Wait, princess!” Din calls you, but you’re pissed. 

“Avoid the fight, princess y/n. Your days of being a Jedi are gone,” he mocks proudly. 

“I don’t think so…” you whisper, raising your hand. Your lightsaber emerges from Gideon’s cape, landing on your hand. 

You step into the position, and the imposing sound of your weapon captures the attention. The green laser illuminates your face and a significant part of the room. 

“Maybe not,” your enemy says, irritated, only to take his imitation of a double lightsaber and throw himself at you to fight.

Din is worried, but at the same time, he’s proud and shocked. He never imagined that he would see you as one of those he once called wizards.

You throw the man back, punch, and beat him. Barely you feel like you’re winning cause he burns once in a while with his lightsaber, but you know you’re weakening him. It’s more than enough what your freshly recovered memories had done for your skills.

Then, your Mandalorian joins the fight. It’s obvious how skilled and meticulous he is. And you love that many tricks you know have been taught by him.

“Din!” You yell when Gideon shoots him in the back. And then, praetorian guards appear. 

You push a guard away, but it’s not enough when one of them pushes you so far, landing beside Grogu. You cry when you see the guards torturing Din. Even Grogu lets out his anger. So he starts pressing the no button. You stand up quickly, ready to receive their attacks. You don’t care as long as you can protect Din and Grogu. 

Din yells as he watches the guards going after you and Grogu. He knew you would protect the baby but feared it could cost your life. 

His anger and pain grew as he watched the giant doors closing, and the last thing he saw was a guard disarming you. 

—

You knew you weren’t dying when you got cornered by the praetorian guards. Even when you got rid of some of them, the room was too small, and Grogu couldn’t fight them really well. Grogu looked worried at you, but miraculously, Din appeared and killed the last guards. 

Then, you knew Moff Gideon would lose. As the base collapsed and fire surrounded you, Din, Grogu, and Bo-Katan, you swiped your lightsaber through Gideon’s leg. He pushed you away in hurt. Bo-Katan edged him to the cliff, and using the force, you made him fall into the fire. The red-haired and Din look at each other, exchanging silent looks.

Din covered you with his arms to avoid the fire hurting you, but as you looked at tiny Grogu pushing the waves of fire away, you helped him create a bigger shield.

You offered a gentle smile to him, letting him know it was okay. 

It was over, and Mandalore was free.

—

You look as the Mandalorians gather together to watch the enormous forge get lit by the Armorer. You find it so beautiful, and although you are still resentful of all of them for how they treated you, there is no hate in your heart. They cheer as the kid Ragnar is swearing the creed.

“Where is princess y/n of Naboo?” The Armorer asks suddenly, and everyone turns their helmets to look at you. “Come…”

Awkwardly, you walk towards her, and she greets you with silence. 

“For centuries, Mandalorians have unwelcomed any outsider of our culture. We have been resentful for the outcomes of The Great Purge. But Princess y/n has demonstrated to have the heart of a Mandalorian. We must thank her because she’s the one who ended Moff Gideon.” You are in shock. The Mandalorians cheer and show their respect to you. “Hand your lightsaber…”

Confused, you take it from your holster. She gently grabs the weapon and turns to the forge. The sound of the metals colliding, it hypnotized you. 

Seconds later, she hands the saber to you. A mythosaur of beskar is placed near the handler of the saber.

“A mythosaur to show our respect and eternal gratitude.” You smile kidly at her. “Thank you” She only nods. “This is the way.”

 “This is the way,” you reply and turn to the people, turning on the lightsaber and pointing it to the air as a way of acceptance.

“For Mandalore, long live princess y/n of Naboo,” Axe yells, and everyone copies him, cheering.

When Din and Grogu enter, you smile widely at them.

They stand beside you, and anyone can’t deny that you fit with Din Djarin and Grogu. A initial thought you found wrong in the past.

But you open your eyes widely when Din asks the Armorer to make Grogu say the Mandalorian creed.

“Din…” you call him, but he just offers you a characteristic tilt. 

You like how the Armorer tells Din that Grogu is too young to speak and swear the creed. Like she was suggesting, Din did something about it.

“If his parents gave permission, Couldn’t he then become a Mandalorian apprentice?” The Armorer nods but explains that Grogu’s parents are not in the picture, and whether his parents are alive is unclear.

“Then I will adopt him as my own '' you wanted to cry out of happiness when Din said that. 

“As well as I… I would like to marry princess y/n…” some Mandalorians gasp in surprise. And you can’t help but hold your chest, like preventing your heart from popping out. You look at the Mandalorian like he was a ghost.

“If you accept, of course,” Din adds, slightly leaning to directly speak to you. 

“I-yes. I’ll marry you, Din” The argument from before did not matter anymore. You knew he loved you. The force confirmed it to you. He was the one who saved you from the Empire, the man who took care of you. Who welcomed you when he didn't have to. Din Djarin was your soulmate.

“To get married, you need to recite the vows in Mando’a. We can arrange a proper riduurok or…,” the Armorer says, so Din turns to you. He gently takes your hands in his gloved ones. 

“It’s okay. We’ll do it now” you softly say and the woman nods.

“Follow my words, cyar’ika,” you nod nervously at Din.

Mhi solus tome.

Mhi solus dar'tome.

Mhi me'dinui an.

Mhi ba'uri verde.

Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum.

(We are one when together.

We are one when parted.

We share all.

We will raise warriors.

I love you.)

“Let it be written in Song, that Din Djarin is accepting this foundling as his son. And taking this woman as his wife. The first foreign princess to take a Mandalorian in a riduurok (marriage)” That’s it, you are married. You have an adopted son, Din Djarin is your husband, and Grogu is your son.

Naboo has an eligible princess to run for queen.

The Mandalorians keep celebrating, and everything feels like a party, but you only have eyes for Din.

“So… What do you want to do now?” The way he asks is so cute. You giggle, looking at Grogu cooing.

“I won't keep my husband from going on adventures. Nor my baby….” you state petting one of Grogu’s ears. “But for now, let’s go and find a home.”

“We can do that…” he agrees.

—-

Din watches curiously at you and Grogu. 

The market in Nevarro is crowded after Din presents the new IG robot as the marshal. Everyone stops to greet you and congratulate you.

Because everyone knows that a woman wearing turquoise flowers in her hair and a veil is from Naboo and is a newlywed. 

Just as you accepted to get married in the Mandalorian way, Din wanted you to experience Naboo's traditional way of marriage.

The kids want to talk to you and Grogu, and Din can’t help but think that in the future, you will raise warriors. 

Although it was going to be a change, because the feelings had been there since both of you met, until now, intimacy would come. He realized you married him without knowing how he looked under the armor.

He smiles, ready to start this new chapter with you and Grogu.

“Hey…” he calls, getting beside you. You turn happily to see him, so you hand him Grogu. “I didn’t know people knew about the traditions of Naboo.” 

“Naboo is known for their beauty….” you blush once you understand what he means.

“I’ll never get used to your romantic way of being” He tilts his helmet, and you can feel his arrogance. “I think you’ll do.”

“I have to show you some things” You arch your brow, curious. “Well, one is for you and Grogu and the other two are just for you”

You nod, walking wherever he’s taking you and your kid.

—

Din makes you close your eyes the whole flight in the N1. You felt Grogu brushing your face the entire ride. 

“So stubborn, cyar’ika. Here…” He helps you hop out of the ship. 

“Not yet?” You ask impatiently.

“Yeah, now…” you open your eyes only to find a remote, beautiful hut. 

“This is our home….” Din explains to you and Grogu. 

“It’s perfect…” he smiles after seeing you whispering it. So he wraps your shoulder, reassuring you.

“Let’s go inside….” The three of you walk inside the house. It’s simple, yet, so warm and perfect. 

“Look, Grogu. Your new room,” you tell him after watching the little room with a tiny bed and a closet included. The baby coos and asks to be put in the ground, so Din does it.

“We’ll need more rooms in the future,” you say, and Din blushes so hard that he thanks you for not looking at him. But he agrees.

“Grogu… Why don’t you go outside to play? I have to talk with your mother” Your heart melted when Din addressed you as Grogu’s mother.

The baby coos in agreement and starts waddling toward the exit.

You smile at the little green guy leaving. 

“You know I never wanted to hurt you by helping Bo-Katan….” Slowly, you nod. “I’ve loved you since I was given the opportunity to meet you. When Xi’an hurt you, I had to see you suffering and I knew it. I knew I would never let that happen again.” 

“Why did you never say anything?” Din sighed. 

“Because you are a princess, I knew I had to take you back to Naboo. But then, Gideon attacked us here, I thought I was dying, and you said you wouldn’t leave me” He was standing on the door frame, and you couldn’t help but think how hot he looked.

“I started to think about asking you to marry when Grogu was taken away, and I left you some weeks on Naboo” You missed him so much those weeks, and you feared he wouldn’t come back to you. But then he came back in a new ship with Grogu, and you were relieved. Saying that he took longer because he went to help Boba Fett and Fennec Shand.

“I love you. And I’ll respect, admire, and always praise you as my wife, princess y/n” You smile fondly. “And I know you’ll do the same with me.”

“You’re my other half, Din Djarin. My strong Mandalorian….” He gives you a keldabe kiss, and you accept it, feeling his cold helmet on your forehead.

He returns to grab a piece of cloth, and you look confused.

“Mandalorians don’t have wedding ceremonies, or gowns, or rings. But I wanted to give you this….” He unfolds the cloth, and you see a little silver tiara. It was a single strip with tiny welded details that added a discreet touch. 

“It’s made of beskar. The imperials took yours, so I wanted you to have one made from my people.” tears prick at the corner of your eyes. “Do you like it?”

“I love it, Din, thank you, thank you,” you say, and when you throw yourself to kiss him on the lips, you remember he had a helmet.

And he noticed it.

“Sorry…” you say.

“I think it’s time to start leaving this a little aside,” you gasp. “It’s okay. We’re married, Cyar’ika.”

You wait nervously. Until his hands reach the helmet's edges, he slowly lifts it. 

You are crying when you finally see him. 

Brown hair in messy curls. Some gray hairs on his mustache and beard. Gorgeous eyes, a sophisticated arched nose, and the most beautiful smile. The most beautiful human.

“Oh Din, you’re beautiful. I love you so much” nothing can stop you from kissing your husband now. You smash your lips with him and tangle your fingers through his soft hair.

Finally being able to touch his lips feels foreign, but extremely pleasant. And you immediately become addicted.

He’s blessed by the sight of you without his helmet, he can see your hair is slightly darker than he thought. Your eyes are brighter, the color on your cheeks is delightful, and your lips, he was wonderstruck by you.

“Maker, you’re perfect,” he says back. He kisses you back, and it’s more passionate. Like payback for all the time you desired each other. 

After that, he retakes the tiara and slowly places it in your head. You feel his breath, and you swear he can hear the beats of your heart. 

Both of you study each other's eyes. The tension is inevitable, more when he’s not wearing the leather gloves. Your skin is on fire, and he can’t wait to take his armor off.

“Tonight, I will mark you mine” You blush, but you can’t deny the pool of heat forming on your lower half. “You’ll be mine, princess.”

“I am already yours, Din. I’ve always been yours, and you have always been mine” He smiles, and you love the sight. 

“Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum” he says. And you peck his lips again.

“Let’s go with our baby,” he nods, and both of you walk with your hands tangled.

Because he’s never letting you go.

Grogu is seated, lifting frogs. You giggle, rolling your eyes, so you do him a favor by raising all the frogs in the little pond. He coos loudly, excited, and turns to give you a bright smile. He also looks surprised to see his father without the helmet.

“You have a lot of things to share with me…” he says. You smirk.

“I’ll do it. And I’ll show you many things” He likes the playful way you speak. 

“Easy, princess…” you laugh. He kisses your forehead and invites you to sit on the porch of your new house. 

“I love you,” you say once again. “Me too, Cyar’ika.”

You take a long breath, finally in peace, taking a rest with your family.

_________________________________

Part 3 on Naboo or what?

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[actuallytalldumbass]

The brainrot is going hard so let me introduce you to my Alex Rider and The Mandalorian crossover idea :DDDDD

YIPPIEEE

Yassen would be Din(mando) and Alex would be Grogu (Yassen and Alex focused fic)(duh)

IT WOULD BE SO COOL

SCORPIA could be the guild. (Yassen goong against them to protect Alex because of his father(HOLY SHIT MAYBE JOHN BEING A MANDALORIAN TOO?)(Yassen being saved by John and joining the Mandalorians)(And Alex being taught the way of mandalore while also training with his jedi powers, SO DOPE)(AND I COULD FIT IN SO MUCH OF THE MANDALORIAN CULTURE)( them (y and a) running from Scorpia)(road trip across the galaxy yay :D)

Blunt/MI6 being Moff Gideon/The Empire (them wanting to use alex for his force and because of his father)(Yassen breaking out Alex after delivering him to them cause he realizes he wont just let himself do that)(not to Hunter's child)

That moment where Din's name is revealed could be Yassen's name revealed to be 'Yasha'

Alex would have so much fun with the force. He'd be a MENACE and Yassen would need the patience of a SAINT(John and Ian having the force too??)

Jack being Peli? OHH OR MAYBE CARA DUNE??? or smth?? IDK

[lieutenant-teach]

Meeting Cyare’s father (or Anakin Skywalker doesn’t like his new son-in-law very much)

(Anakin doesn’t go Dark, everyone lives, everyone’s happy. No Sequels, rehashed Heir to the Empire instead of the OT. DinLuke, minor Anidala, CodyWan, HanLeia)

Din was really relieved about his helmet on, but then he remembered that the Jedi can feel other people’s emotions. No luck, then.

His cyare’s father’s eyes were trying to burn a hole in his head.

– Let me get it straight, Luke. A Mandalorian bounty hunter. – The voice could cut the stone better than a lightsaber.

– Mum likes him, – Luke was smiling, but Din saw him tensing for a fight. A cybernetic hand squeezed his.

– I didn’t raise my only children to give them away to some criminals, - Skywalker-senior stood up from the couch and started walking back and forth. – First I have to agree to allow my princess marry some smuggler…

– Han did help us to stop Thrawn.

– … and then my son wants to partner a bounty hunter, - Luke’s father wasn’t listening to him, anger coming off him like waves – Din was certain he wasn’t Force-sensitive, but one may not be to feel the Dark Side emanating from Anakin Skywalker at that moment.

Din remembered Luke’s words before ‘meeting with father’s half of the family’: ‘My Dad will become angry, I’m sure – he didn’t react to Han well, too – but don’t worry, he’ll cool down’. The warning rang in his ears when he saw Skywalker-senior for the first time: tall, with a rich mane of greying curls, but still very handsome former Jedi assessed him and made up him mind immediately. ‘Not worthy’. Now they were sitting on the softest couch Din’s ass had ever been on, in the richest living room Din’s eyes ever seen, and ‘officially’ letting Din into a very branchy Skywalker family tree. Or, trying.

– Dad, I’m almost thirty, I can decide for myself. And Din’s a hero of his own – he kept Grogu save and sound, stopped Moff Gideon, and also saved the town of Mos Pelgo from the krayt dragon…

– But a bounty hunter! – Skywalker-senior cried exasperatedly. – And, to add to it, a Mandalorian! It is all your fault, Obi-Wan! – he suddenly turned to Luke’s uncle, quietly watching all this until this moment.

– Wait, why? – the man was older than Luke’s father, gray hair and beard and mischievous twinkle in the eyes. So far he hadn’t said anything, but Luke had said his uncle would be supportive. Now it was time to find out. – My fault Luke fell in love?

– With a Mando! – Skywalker raised his voice. – Who in this family has a thing for Mandos?

– Do not speak about Satine like this, – Obi-Wan’s voice became steely, – and anyway, Cody is not a Mandalorian.

– He is a clone of a Mandalorian!

Din started to lose the thread of the conversation. He even wished he had a Jedi ability to speak telepathically and could ask Luke what the kark was going on. He shifted his head, trying not to be very obvious in his confusion, Luke caught his gaze and shrugged.

– Do you really think I taught Luke… - Luke’s uncle sighed. – We have been here before, Anakin. Luke is an adult, he can think for himself. If he brought young Din Djarin here, then he is certain in him and his own feelings. Did your fits of reality rejection change Leia’s mind?

Luke’s father breathed in and out heavily, clearly holding himself from harsher words, but reluctantly accepting the truth.

– Maybe, you should just talk to Din? – Luke’s uncle didn’t look happy, but so wasn’t Din hearing this suggestion.

‘Let me talk, – Din remembered Luke’s words. – When Dad started being… um… not very nice to Han – critical of sorts – Han started talking back. It escalated, some chairs were flying around, Dad and Leia exchanging angry remarks – Dad said she deserved better, Leia insisted she loved Han – and Han himself wasn’t making everything easier. It took two professional negotiators – Mum and Uncle Obi-Wan – to calm them down. Still, Leia and Han are happily married and have a son. So it’s just an unpleasant procedure you have to endure’.

– Maybe, he would take the helmet off for starters? – Poison in Skywalker’s voice could kill a bantha. No, a herd of banthas.

– I cannot, - Din was glad his voice didn’t tremble. He wasn’t afraid of the man, but watching a family drama, and, worse, being the reason of it didn’t feel well. He didn’t want to cause a rift in Luke’s relationship with his father. – My Creed prohibits me to.

– Veery convenient, - Skywalker smiled a tight and unpleasant smile, ignoring pleading and exasperated eyes of his son. – We’re a family now, you don’t show your face even to your family? Luke, have you seen his face?

– Dad, now it’s rude. Of course, I did. – It was obvious Luke was holding well, but his patience wasn’t infinite, too. – It’s only for immediate members.

Technically, after realizing the existence of different Mandalorian Ways, Din wasn’t sure he couldn’t do that. After all, taking off helmets didn’t make Bo-Katan Kryze or Sabine Wren less Mandalorians. But even if he would – not for this man.

The door slid open, a man quietly entered the room and stood behind Luke’s uncle’s armchair, resting his elbows on the chair back. Could he be Boba Fett’s relative? Because he was a carbon copy of Din’s friend, albeit much older. An intricate scar was winding its way from his temple down around his left eye.

– I am being quite nice! – Skywalker protested, dragging all attention to himself. – I can’t believe Padmé actually said ‘I like this guy, let’s take him in’.

– You know, I agree with you, - the probably-Boba’s-relative suddenly said. Luke’s uncle turned to him with puzzled expression. Luke looked disappointed. – The kids take after their mother in their bad choice of life partners.

Skywalker seemed about to blow up. He grabbed something from his belt that appeared to be a black respiratory mask and pressed it to his nose and mouth. The mechanical labored breathing sounds filled the room, Skywalker was drilling the man with burning eyes.

– Now, Cody, that was harsh, - frankly, to Din’s mind, Luke’s uncle didn’t look apologetic a lot. Luke sighed, his shoulders relaxed.

– I thought you were serious! – he even laughed a little, then gather himself again. – Dad, you do realize your approval or disapproval won’t change anything?

– Unfortunately, - Skywalker’s voice also sounded mechanical. – I believe no one in the galaxy or farther is worthy of my children. – He signed. – I guess I have to work with what we have here. – He shot a look at Cody, who smiled in return, and this smile was ‘I know you know I’m right, and I unashamedly love it’.

– Very well, - Obi-Wan clapped his hands. – Now as everything is settled, - Din clearly heard ‘Anakin is settled’, - we can share some stories and know each other better, right, Din?

Luke looked at Din with shining eyes. Din signed quietly. This look was worth all these awkward minutes.

[aliorsboxostuff]

So how about sub din who is just started to date Dom reader and hasn't taken his helmet off yet. So things are getting steamy with them both and is din sitting on readers lap grinding on him and reader asks if he wants to take a step further and din nods yes. And reader makes sure that din is comfortable and says to leave the helmet on for din and doesn't want to rush him. And leads to din first time with reader and is riding him in the control room in the razor crest. I hope you are doing good and really glad that you are taking mandalorian requests.-🐸

A/N Oh 🐸, you with your amazing ideas, and always so descriptive! Though I gotta change the 'Started dating reader' part because the Din in my heart is a socially awkward mf that needs at LEAST 6 months of relationship development before holding hands. I also hope you are doing well! Yall gotta bear with me here this is gonna be my FIRST take on a star wars fic, let alone a Mandalorian fic, so if I do make any mistakes while writing some Mando'a words here, feel free to DM me or reply so I can fix where I wrote it wrong! As always, apologies for some mistakes, english is my 2nd language, and enjoy dear Readers! <3

Ner Din'ika 

Tags: Din Djarin x m!Reader, Grogu, Luke Skywalker, he's there as Grogus's teacher tho lmao, Mando'a words (Translation at the end), Bottom!Din, soft!Din, Keldabe kiss, First Kiss, Riding, Pet names, touch-starved!Din, fluff, fluff and smut, aftercare.

Din's first time with you is—as expected—filled with yearning and want and scalding touches and a kiss? 

[Takes place around the time frame of Grogus training in Book of Boba Fett, but i refuse to let The Razor Crest explode so here we are]

You stand at the mouth of The Razor Crest, watching as Din supervised Grogu’s latest training with Luke. The kid has flown a total of five little pebbles and an even more impressive number of bigger boulders, seven now counting. Din, worry and protectiveness practically oozing from his armor, stands off to the side, just near the tree lines, eyes watchful of his foundling as Luke, yet again, lets the little boy fly over his head. You’d deem it dangerous, stars, maybe irresponsible. But what do you know about Jedi training?

Instead, your eyes follow the line of Din's stature. His arms are crossed, leaning against some of the bamboos. Clearly trying to resemble a sort of relaxed stance, but you can see the tension, feel it even. Comes with being a Mandalorian’s boyfriend, you chuckle. Those broad shoulders lean back, Beskar reflecting the shining light of the growing evening, slowly he turns his head to glance at you sitting on the Crest’s mouth. You meet his visor, grinning, before he curtly turns back to where he was watching his kid. Your smile widens.

You met him through Cara Dune. She’s a good friend of yours, the one who pulled you out of your boring everyday life on Sorgan, used to fish the little morsels from your villages ponds, to hanging around her and earned her respect. Until that Beskar donned man and his little green kid came. Thought he wanted to take in Cara and you were ready to step in his way, but after they dueled, they came to a truce and started their alliance. He helped the villagers fight off the raiders that once terrorized the place, and once that's done he opted to leave, not before you hitched a ride to Nevarro with Cara.

It had to be admitted, the kid did catch your heart and held on to it, so you offered to help him and Grogu find his kind. Cycles after your initial meeting, you’ve grown close with both Din and Grogu, curious at the man’s past and equally drawn to him. Then that imperial bastard, Moff Gideon, had to up and steal the kid. So you, Cara, Bo-Katan and Hell, Boba Fett himself, joined forces to save him. 

The universe truly is bountiful to its protector, because you didn't take into account that saving The Mandalorians kid would give you the honor of learning his name and, by stars, becoming his boyfriend. Remembering back to those months, you still think you're the luckiest warrior in the whole galaxy to be blessed with such an amazing and loving clan of three. 

Reeling back to reality, far into the field, you see Grogu has gone tired and Luke has halted their training for the day, the little green guy already slumping into the dirt below and curling in on himself. You sigh fondly, walking down the ramp and jogging to wear Grogus doe eyes are already half lidded, and he yawns. 

“Come here kiddo,” You coo as you pick up his little body, cradling him in your arms. You see Luke talking to Din, too far away for you to catch, but you could see him nodding to Lukes animated chatter. You smile, glancing back down to Grogus little head burying himself deeper into your warmth, he’s already pawing at the jacket you're wearing, which makes you giggle and pull it around his little body. 

Luke walks over to where you’re standing, smiling as he sees Grogu already bundled up by you. “We should have dinner first before we sleep, right Grogu?”

Now that made his floppy ears perk. Grogu immediately turns from where you were hugging him, making grabby hands and incoherent words at the idea of food, which you smile at before handing him to Lukes waiting arms. 

“We’ll join you in a bit,” You said, and Luke nodded, already turning back into the direction of his temple. 

On cue, Din approaches you and slides an arm around your middle, pulling you to him at which you welcome the tug. With a steady hand on the cool Beskar chest plate, the two of you watch as Grogu flails his arms around, undoubtedly talking about something that only Luke could understand, the serenity of the fields surrounding you lulls you into a sense of peace. You turn to meet Dins visor, directed at Luke and Grogu, before it slowly turns to you, making you smile softly. Slowly, you bring your hand to caress the side of his helmet, fingers edging slightly under it, taking in the feeling of that powerful metal that has saved your boyfriend countless times. His gloved hand holds your wrist, not tugging away, just an anchor, a testament to his trust in you to know you’ll never take off his helmet, to know you’re patient to let Din take his own pace. 

The hand holding his helmet pulls slightly, and Din comes with. Your eyes flutter close as you feel the cold Beskar touch your crown, sighing when a shaky hand cups your jaw, bringing you closer. Despite the gap the armor creates, you’re never tired of feeling Dins hand on your nape, heavy over your pulse, burning even through his gloves. You smile, pulling back slightly, before you press a kiss to where his cheeks would be. “Let’s eat, cyar’ika,” You whisper, and you feel him nod.

You smile when he pulls back, arm still securely on your hips while the other smoothes over your jaw. You chuckle, pulling him to the smell of dinner being prepared by Luke, tugging him by his hand.

— 

After dinner is done and cleaned, Din has given Grogu his nightly bath and the kid is ready to pass out at any moment. Luke has taken him to his quarters and settled the little one on his own bed, just on the other side of his room. The bots have yet to make more sleeping quarters, still focusing on more classes and storage area, so the only available bed room would be Lukes, where Grogu is also staying. 

You and Din have known this from your last visits, opting to sleep in the privacy of the Crest instead. So you and Din bid the two a good night, and trek up the clearing where the ship is docked. 

Din’s arm never left your side, holding and pressing slightly, making you arch a brow at him. He only stares at you, undoubtedly false innocent eyes inside that helmet. You scoff, nudging him aside before pressing the button to close the ramp, submerging the two of you in the darkness of the Crest, shards of the twin moons the only thing leading you and Din up into the hull of the ship. 

His hands now roam around your body, pushing you slightly until your back hits the wall, you return his desperate touch with the same fervor. Finding the sliver of body suit on his hip not covered by his armor, you snake insistent fingers into the fabric and squeeze, his helmet not able to hide his groan.

“Easy dearest,” You smooth your hand over the area, other hand holding the side of his neck, thumb drawing soothing circles. “Let's take these off, alright?” He nods shakily.

You lead him to the compartment next to the sleeping pod, the table there clean of clutter and made to store Dins armor. Piece by piece, starting with his shoulder pauldrons, each part eased off with care, pressing a kiss to the Mudhorn signet, you can hear Dins stuttered breath. Then down to his vambraces, littering kisses from his shoulder and leading a path down to his forearm, then hands as you carefully pry off those thick gloves. You push Din slightly so his waist hits the edge of the table, pressing another kiss to the bare skin of his hand, half lidded eyes meets his visor at which you hear him exhale a ragged breath. 

Carefully unbuckling the belts around his breastplate, setting it on the table before you pull off the breastplate, the bodystocking stretches over his broad chest deliciously. As you put the armor piece aside, your hand smoothes over the fabric, pressing slightly where you know Din is sensitive the most, watching him inhale sharply before you smirk, littering kisses on your way down. As you crouch, you move to take off each leg piece, first tigh guards, pressing light kisses on the exposed fabric, then shin guards and the belts on top of it, then finally the knee-pads and his heavy boots. Gentle hands stoke up slightly, pushing the end of his pants up until you feel the tickle of leg hair, Din visibly shaking on top of you, gripping the table behind him until his scarred knuckles turn white. 

You smile, languidly making your way up his body, unwrapping his cape and setting it aside. The final divide between you and your boyfriend. His last brick, and the wall crumbles down. 

Shaking hands clasps at your back as you press kisses on his still covered clavicle, making the fabric damp and warm as he squirms. You hear his breath grow ragged, then you bite down, just enough to hear him groan and drop his head to your shoulder, his hands holding onto you like a lifeline. 

“Sleeping pod or-” 

“T-the cockpit…” He falters as you press another kiss nearing his neck. “Please,” 

You hum, nodding against his neck before leading him by the hand, careful touches along his hips as you usher him up the stairs. You follow suit, not forgetting to grab the lube from the compartment on the wall. 

When your feet touch the cockpits floor, Din impatiently pulls you up, hands stroking over your chest, down to your hips at which he breathes raggedly under your chin. You chuckle, moving him back until he feels the control panel. He almost jumps to sit on it, but you sit back on the captain's chair, you pull him towards you, making him stumble into your lap. His whine reverberates through his helmet's modulator adding a static edge to it. You made sure he’s comfortable before sliding your hands to his back, reaching to tug the zipper down. 

The zippers opens his backside into the night's cold air, making him arch into your warm touch, pressing his clothed cock to your lap. He whines from the movement, holding on to your shoulders, almost crushing them. With each skin slowly being revealed into the night's air, you press your lips against it, reveling in each whine and ragged breath you got out of Din. With every part of the suit being peeled, Din’s tanned skin is shown, bathed under the light of the moons and stars. Scars on his body paint an infinite constellation, your eyes following each one, from the deep ones to those that have grown lighter than Dins expanse of skin. 

Finally, he pulls at the tight bodysuit, discarding it somewhere on the floor, and his hands paws at your jacket, labored breath impatiently prying it off of your figure. You grin, shrugging the article off, followed by your shirt, leaving the both of you shirtless and breathless. Dins shaking hand strokes down your shoulder, to your arms, before he arches into you when your languid fingers trace his sensitive back, sending jolts rippling through his body. 

“Please…” Despite his helmet still perfectly secured on his head, you could feel his warmth ghosting at your neck. It truly has been a while since you and Din shared some privacy, always jumping from planet to planet, looking for more Mandalorians to repair broken bonds and doing favors that benefit Din’s covert. Only now did you and your boyfriend get to breathe in the warm embrace of peace within this planet, so you're not surprised just how sensitive Din has gotten.

“What do you need kar’ta?” Your hand holds Dins hip, no doubt leaving marks to be cherished in the morning, letting him grind himself on your thigh, broken moans and breath singing into your ears. You pride yourself for learning bits of Mando’a if only to hear his gasps each time you use it. “Hm? What do you want?” 

“I- ugh,” Din grunts as he feels one hand snakes into his trousers, stroking him steadily, his precum easing the movement. You smirk, other hand tweaking one of his perked nipples, bumping your head against his, making sure the amber in your eyes burns through his visor. The need melts into his skin. 

You’ve never gone past reverent touches and helping each other get off by hand, you haven't even gotten the pleasure of seeing Din fall apart by your mouth, but from the way he grinds into your touch, broken moans filling the room, his desperation leaks into your body. “Want me to fuck you?”

“Stars- Yes.” He moans when you tighten your hand just so. You nod, easing your hand away from his cock which makes him whine, until you begin to help him out of his pants.

“Okay, alright,” Your breath stutters when Din grinds over your cock, already tenting in the confines of your pants. Between you and Din’s relationship, the both of you haven't truly moved on from scalding touches and helping each other get off by hand. This is a new territory for Din, and you have to make sure he feels safe and comfortable in your embrace. 

You carefully slide him out of his trousers along with his briefs and discard it with the same pile as his top, feeling his strong thighs shake underneath your touch. Fumbling for the bottle of lube, you pour just enough on your hand and warm it up a bit, before following Din’s tailbone down to the top of his arse. He shivers, whining into your shoulder as he feels your digits ghosts over his hole, already squirming in your hold. 

“Come on, please,” He begs, nails scratching at your back. You slowly insert one finger, the tip first, letting the Din situate himself to the foreign feeling. He groans, burying himself deeper between the crook of your neck, his mandibles digging slightly at your jaw. The lube easies your finger to push more, deeper, until you hear his high pitch, broken moan, then slowly push in another. At that, he jerks his head to the side, chest still flushed with yours. 

When you begin scissoring, Din throws his head back, arches into your touch, which beckons you to chase him, biting at the now exposed column of his neck, making sure to leave marks no one but you know and Din could feel. Din feels delirious, deeply intoxicated from both your fingers and the feeling of your warm mouth pressing over sensitive skin and old scars, jolting each time you bite down or kiss longer to leave darker spots. He scarcely remembers moaning out broken syllables that should form your name, making your hold on his hips tighten, squeezing the scarred skin. 

After deeming it enough prep, you carefully pull your fingers out, pressing kisses on the planes of your boyfriend's chest, feeling him take ragged breaths, a steady hue of red throughout his body. You shuffle to discard your pants, hissing when you feel the cold air hit your heated skin. You could feel Din growing impatient, if the way he squirms could be interpreted as that, so you tug your pants off and align yourself under Din. 

“Slowly baby, slowly,” You remind him, his thigh shaking with anticipation. Hands holding under his thigh, making sure gravity doesn't take hold, you lower Din’s shivering body, inch by inch. The tight heat of his hole almost stutters your hold, making you groan, feeling the head of your cock inside him. You can feel Dins graps digs into your shoulders as he gasps.

Finally, your thighs are flushed with Dins, feeling the man shudder above you as you try to regain some sort of composure, breathing in shaking breaths. Din claws his way from your pellicals to your chest, making red rivers across your chest. You groan, pushing into his touch, which in turn shifts where you sat, enough to make your boyfriend shiver.

"M-move." He manages. "Move, please." 

"Anything for you mesh'la," You say as your teeth dangerously ghosts over his pulse. 

Planting your feet on the metal floor, you suppress the cold that shoots up your bones and instead focus on holding Din upright, thrusting into him with each movement. His arms shakes, moves back to grip the control panel, his scarred knuckles a hue lighter. A deep growl rumbles through you when you feel Din’s hole clenching around you, raking blunt teeth across his chest. You trail reverent kisses across a deep scar that runs from his left clavicle to just under his abdomen, Din shivers. In a more tender moment, slowed down after release with the two of you tangled together, you would've asked what those scars meant, wondering about the stories of your boyfriend's life. Maybe later, much later in the night.

When you hear a mewl, almost a hurt sound coming from the man currently flushed on top of you, your lips curls into a sharp grin, before hauling Din from gripping at the ships console to fall into your grasp, his arms immediately around your neck with a choked gasp from the sudden change. With the chair supporting both of your weight, you have the advantage to claw at Din’s hips, digging calloused fingers into his skin, using your strength to push Din up and down.   

You feel yourself nearing the edge, with Din clenching around you it’s hard to keep up the pace. The side of his helmet would leave an angry mark on your shoulder, making you grunt when Din lets out a broken whimper and buries his head to the crook of your neck. “C-close, baby,”

“Me too…” He lets out a breathy moan when your hand finds his dick, pumping it hastily, pushing him to his limit.

“Stars i-” You stutter when Din clenches around you. “Fuck- Wish i can kiss you,” 

Slip of a tongue. Shit. 

Your movement falters, a shiver shoots up when Din pulls his head back, dark visors looking straight to you, assessing you. 

"Din i-" But before you could sputter out a reason, an apology for forsaking the trust he gave you, darkness suddenly envelops your vision, rendering you blind. Dins hand covers your eyes, you could feel his calluses over your skin.

Then, as if a searing star itself break the atmosphere, you feel slightly chapped lips against yours, a tickle of stubble and- Is that a mustache? 

Din grunts into your mouth, realizing you still have one hand wrapped around him. He moans, moving with your thrusts, his kiss devouring your gasps as you push at him, deepening it. His tongue traces yours and confidently moves in, effectively rendering your brain into a short-circuit. Your mind briefly wonders how such a reserved man has this much skill in kissing, he’s no virgin but surely he hasn't kissed anyone beside you. Then he bites at your lower lip before bringing you deeper again with a hand on your nape, and all hell breaks loose.

You growl into the kiss, basking in the whimper he lets out as your hand moves faster and thrust grows sloppier, but definitely still hitting that spot that makes Din scream. He pulls back, inhaling sharply when you bite lightly on his jaw, feeling the hair that decorate it. Oh you’d worship him just to see his debauched face without being blind, and the thought is enough to make you cum. 

You feel yourself release inside Din’s warmth, making him shiver and let out a broken moan of your name. With your hand jerking him off, he follows suit, throwing his head back, painting his chest with strings of pearly cum. Once spent, he slumps into your embrace, helmet already in place and breathing raggedly next to your ear. You pry his hand off your eyes and press a kiss to the sliver of neck you could reach. 

Blinking away the little dots from your eyes being closed and pressed by his hand, you slowly steady your breath as you rub circles on Dins pelicals and lower back, feeling him sigh and melt at your touch. You can't help to let out a chuckle, which earns you a questioning sound from your boyfriend. 

“Nothing, just…” You smile, licking at your lips, trying to savor Din’s taste. “Best kiss I've ever had.”

That made him chuckle, nuzzling the cool helmet against the side of your neck. “Me too.”

Your smile widens, closing your eyes and simply letting the warmth of after-sex wafts through the cockpit. Speaking of which, you should probably clean up and sleep in the proper sleeping pod. The seat, plush as it is, won't do your back any good. So you reach for your scattered pants, looking for the fabric you always keep in your back pocket. When you finally find it, you shift Din a bit to clean up the mess that went up to both his and your chest, then carefully pull out of the man, making you groan as he shivers, wiping down what leaks out of him and the remaining lube around your length. 

Standing up and making your way down takes another effort, but nothing you can't do for Din, sleepy and content Din in your arms. Pushing the button to open the sleeping pod, you set him down on the edge of it before handing him a bottle of water.

“Drink, love,” You grin, before busying yourself on the table where another water bottle is kept and downing it. You hear the hushed shh of Dins helmet as it’s being taken off, then the cap of the water bottle turning. You swallow another gulp of water, before flashes of earliers heated kiss shocks you and makes you choke on the water slightly. You cough, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand before closing the bottle and setting it back. 

“You uh… Done?” You clear your throat.

“Yeah,” You nod, turning back to see Dins helmet back on and him extending his arm, returning the bottle to you. You set it on the table and push him back to lie down in the pod. It’s always been a tight fit with both you and your boyfriend sleeping in it, but you make do.

When the doors are shut and the lights turned off, another hiss of Dins helmet makes your heart thump harder, but he shifts to place it on a small compartment off to the side and lays his head on your chest, one arm around you. You hook your arm around him, the other playfully raking through his curls. You could tell just from how it coils around your fingers, Din practically purring into your touch like a Loth Cat. You grin, pressing a kiss to his forehead before shifting to get comfortably on the pillow. 

“Good night, Din'ika,”

“Good night, Cyar’ika,” 

Cyar'ika: Darling, beloved, sweetheart 

Kar'ta: Heart

Mesh'la: beautiful

Requests are open! 

[dindjarindiaries]

then bbg it’s time to raid your master list (i never need an excuse to do it regardless)

No need, let me pick them out for you ☺️ here are all my Din one-shots that feature an injured Din:

said and done • reader With Din being injured from a past fight, you’re the one in charge of the hunts for now—and Din realizes he likes having you in control.

take care • reader After Din sustains an injury on a job, you have to help him take care of himself—something he grows more and more fond of.

affliction • fem!reader When you and Din get recognized at an Imperial gala, you’re both taken into custody, where they begin to use Din to get you to talk—and lead you to do something completely unexpected.

scars • reader When Din shows unprecedented hatred for his battle-worn body, it’s up to you to reassure him of everything you love about it.

liberation • reader You lead a mission to free Din from an Imperial hideout, only to discover that he’s in need of you much more than you originally thought.

of bounties and bartenders• fem!reader The mysterious Din “Brown Eyes” Djarin returns to visit you after a job, but trouble is the last thing he’s left behind.

astronomy • reader Crossing paths with a seriously injured Din forces the two of you to come to terms with your relationship.

what sits in the silence • reader Your bounty-hunting rival turns to you in his time of need and brings along more baggage than you planned on handling.

doomsday• reader You and Din are interrogated by Moff Gideon, who has quickly realized you’re the best weapon he has to use against the Mandalorian.

And prompts because why not:

"Just tell why you did it!” “Because I’m in love with you, okay!”, “You saved my life.”, Taking care of the other when sick or injured (x)

“Are you equipped to deal with this?“ “Absolutely not.” (x)

You’re in a coma and I confess all my feelings only for you to wake up and “You saved my life” (x)

Giving them a sudden hug from behind (x)

[sylverkitsune]

Due to my recently amplified mama feelings I've been having lately and listening to the audiobook of Escaping Peril and absolutely ADORING Cliff, I've been playing with the idea of what the different tribes babies would look like for the first three years of their life, before they became considered dragonets. I also have a small personal gripe about the lil prince being big enough to wrap his arms around Soar's neck in the GN despite being about a year old. I also kinda had my own idea of what could give the tribes a more unique silhouette. So here they are! ^^

Starting with Seawings, I think their baby tails would be rather flat but pretty big to help with swimming. I wanted to also give them smaller wings and bigger paws since Seawings are an aquatic species and such adaptations could help with swimming better. I also like to imagine the inside of seawing eggshells are a mother of pearl sheen and a shard would be kept like we'd keep our child's first hair clipping or first lost tooth.

Next Mudwings~ I'd love to think they'd also have smaller wings and have the body similar to moo deng the cute lil pigmy hippo.

Rainwings, one of my favorite tribes~ I'd imagine they'd start out with smallish frills and glide worthy wings instead of fully flighted wings, as well as having to grow into their tails and they'd have similar leg structures to both pygmy marmosets and bush babies. Of course they'd be a chameleon green right out the shell.

Icewings should be fluffy and i am ready to die on this hill. Same as the Seawings, they'd have big paws but also wider to act more like snowshoes. There's also a velvet layer on the membrane of their wings. Their fur would be rabbit soft yet very dense to retain heat. They don't have their serrated claws and spikes until they become 2 years old.

I feel like the differences and similarities between Nightwings and Icewings are beautiful and nuanced. SO! I decided to play that into Nightwing design. I decided to give them fur, too, but more like a semi lion's mane and trailing down their spine to the tip of the tail. the rest of the design didn't really change except for how royals and indicators for seers. I'd imagine Nightwing royals would have been bred to have golden star scales under their wings and if the royal is a seer, they'd have a gold star on their forehead instead of a common's silver.

Sandwings i kinda kept the same, ngl. save for babies having comedically large barbs that would have a scute kind of shedding throughout life to become sharp. They'd also have very veiny wings and large ears to help with temperature regulation.

Now onto the Pantalan tribes!

Hivewings wouldn't have their sharp bits related to their abilities just yet. They'd have to develop them over time. I also feel like they would have their wings already but they'd be too small to fly right away.

Silkwings. so much design potential. I kinda stayed simple with butterfly themed silkwings (orange) but their wing nubbins would be soooo smol~!Their antenne would also be just little buds to start and grow as they age. Moth based Silkwings (brown bust) have more wing shaped ears, would become semi-fluffy as they age and their antenne would unfurl into a feathery structure instead of just thin like the butterfly themed silkwings. for now though, beby moffs have a tuft of fluff at the metaphorical clavicle of their neck.

Leafwings got a more literal take on their name. wings and ears look more like leaves and glide more than fly. Simple as it gets lol.

You'll notice Skywings aren't on here. Skywings I felt should be left alone since, while they are master flyers and have the hottest fire, even having a literal firescales mutation, they remind me of THE epitome of a dragon. plus, the redesign i had for them would complicate that very mutation since I made them feathery and fluffy. I might redo the redesign later so stay tuned to whenever i get that done.

[burnwater13]

Grogu and the Mandalorian stand behind a LEGO Zen Garden, while small Grogu uses the Force to create his own Zen garden, complete with boot prints. Tiny Grogu (LEGO) looks on in admiration. Image by me.

Zen Gardening for Beginners

Grogu put the small wooden rake down and paused to look at his creation. It was marvelous. Smooth where smooth was needed. Pebbled where texture and dimension were called into play. Waves moving out from the central stone, regular, but not identical. Darks, lights, contrast, and simplicity all merged into one. That little rock garden had been deeply satisfying to create. It had also taken up a whole morning and Grogu was fantastically hungry. 

He trotted to the cabin, careful to set his rake with his other tools, in a spot that the Mandalorian and anyone who visited them wouldn’t trip over them. He’d learned that the hard way the prior week when Boba Fett came to visit and ended walking right through the rock garden, crushing the rake, the brush, and the small pile of plants Grogu had intended to use in that week’s design. All gone. Crushed. Crunched. Destroyed.

The Daimyo had been appropriately apologetic when he realized what he had done and he’d promised to be more careful during his next visit. He had also asked Grogu’s dad why his son was wasting time on gardening when there was other work to do. 

“The kid likes it. Says it calms his mind down.”

“Back in my day what calmed your mind down was the certain knowledge that someone was going to be aiming a blaster at it if you didn’t pay attention to the here and now.”

Uff. Grogu loved his friend, but that commentary really hadn’t been necessary. Grogu knew exactly what it was like to be chased all over the galaxy by people who wanted to do him harm and he didn’t need to keep living his life like that. He needed to take time for himself and do things that brought him peace and relief from the harsh realities they still lived in. Working his rock garden once a week was one of those things that gave him comfort and a sense of accomplishment. 

It wasn’t quite the same as saving everyone from Moff Gideon or any of the other bad actors who’d found out about him, but it was still of value to him. After all, the Daimyo still had both Ranky, the rancor, and a bunch of bantha that he kept at his palace for the sake of ‘keeping in touch with the soul of Tatooine’. Really, the bounty hunter, turned leader of Tatooine, just liked the critters, including taking care of their food and hygiene. Grogu never lamented that work when he helped the Daimyo with it. His friend might just want to be as considerate. Just maybe, you know?

Grogu had pushed that whole event out of his mind, more or less, when he began working on the latest version of the garden. He didn’t want to clutter the ‘now’ with the pain and anguish of the past (last week). He’d collected all the stones and sorted them by size, color, shape, and any other factor that seemed relevant in the early morning light of Nevarro. Then he had used the brush and the rake to separate the three bedding in materials he used. The fine black sand from the lava fields. The course gravel from the landing fields. And the tiny nodules emitted from the thermal springs and geysers that dotted Nevarro’s surface. The nodules were great because they came in all sorts of colors depending on which minerals had formed the outer coating of the nodule. 

He thought it was a pity that Nevarro really didn’t have anything like an ocean with tides and shells and polished flotsam and jetsam. You could find stuff like that on Tatooine even though it no longer had anything like an ocean. And, the few times that Grogu and the Mandalorian had traveled to places like Naboo or Cantonica, Grogu had collected so many specimens that his dad said they had to hire a freighter to bring them back to Nevarro because they just couldn’t fit in the N-1 if the two of them were going to be in the ship too. Grogu was still waiting for that freighter to show up with his stuff. Another disappointment. 

At any rate, once his materials were all sorted and separated he sketched out the design for the garden and began to place the heavy elements first. A huge rock that his dad had tripped over, causing the Mandalorian to fall into the pond in front of the cabin was now a featured part of the garden, mostly because his dad was very careful to not tromp through it like Boba Fett had, and that kept his dad safe from the pond, more or less. 

Grogu used the Force to move that big rock because it was just too heavy to move any other way. But that was the only element of the garden he moved with the Force. It wouldn’t have been nearly as soothing to create the patterns, waves, focal points, etc., if he could just wave his ‘magic’ hands in the air and have it done instantly.

He had tried it once and that had been a near disaster. Fortunately he’d been able to unbury the speeder bike his dad left in front of the cabin with the same ease as he had buried it with and was glad that Din Djarin hadn’t really noticed that anything had gone awry. Sure, he noticed it was dusty and eventually he noticed that its repulsor tubes were jammed with basalt, but fortunately for Grogu, his dad had blamed it on taking the bike over the lava flats one too many times. Yippee!

“Hey, Buddy. I like what you’ve done there. Um… quick question… did you really intend for it to look like the Daimyo’s boot print? Just curious.”

Grogu shrugged. Normally he’d blame the Force for being strange and mysterious, but this time he could only blame his subconscious. If his garden was going to be subject to boot prints then boot prints would be the subject of the garden. This is the Way!

[dindjarinmandalorian]

Together. Bo X Din

They went to the Mines of Mandalore TOGETHER.

They took down the pirates and helped Greef TOGETHER.

They saved Ragnar TOGETHER.

They visited Plazir-15 and United the Mandalorians TOGETHER.

They took down Moff Gideon TOGETHER

Throughout the season we see Bo and Din grow closer TOGETHER. I’ll start by saying if Din never went to the mines and had never gotten captured Bo would be dead. Him sending Grogu to find Bo to save him ended up saving her as well. Her castle was later bombed and completely destroyed..

We see that Din and Bo care about each other deeply. Weather it’s longing looks from Bo or the actions we see from either of them.. Bo always looks for Din for assurance.. it happens MANY times throughout the season. Bo also asks for Din’s advice countless amounts of times.. She values what he thinks more then anyone else.. We get to see how well they work TOGETHER.. (The Droid Chase, The Droid Bar, Ship Dogfights, Talking to the Ugnaughts, Taking down the pirates, Etc) Another huge moment is in Episode 6.. when Bo and Din are on there way to first talk to Axe who has taken control of Bo’s fleet. Bo sits across from Din with a face full of anxiety and slight nervousness.. she doesn’t know how to play the situation.. Din tells her that she is there leader and they will follow her.. they then arrive to Axe and the others.. Bo challenges Axe to a duel with Bo coming out on top. Axe doesn’t take the loss well and tells Bo they won’t follow her because she doesn’t even have the saber and won’t fight Din.. claiming he “doesn’t have a drop of mandalorian blood in his vains.” Bo immediately comes to Dins defense stating that “Din Djarin took the creed and chose to walk the way.. just as our ancestors did.. he is every bit the mandalorian they were.. especially as much as any of us..” Din looks stunned to Bo who gives him a reassuring look.. Axe again reiterates that they will only follow whoever posses the Darksaber.. before Bo can reply Din interjects That Bo will have the saber and explains how it is rightfully her’s.. He gives her the saber and they share a soft tender moment that ends with Din giving her a warm nod.. again assuring her that she can do this.. The episode ends with Bo wielding the Darksaber and Din standing next to her.. They stand TOGETHER.

The dynamic between Din, Bo and Grogu was also a huge part of this season.. Grogu grows closer to Bo as the season goes along.. Each time the three of them are in Bo’s ship.. Grogu gets closer to Bo until he eventually sits in her lap.. When Grogu is knighted on Plazir-15 it nearly bring Bo to tears.. Din and Bo train Grogu together and get him ready to face Ragnar. She takes on the mother dynamic to Grogu earning herself the nickname “Mommy Mando”

Bo went from not wanting anything to do with Din at the beginning of the season to being her most comfortable self by his side.. I said in an earlier post that when Bo begins to ever doubt herself, it’s Din who picks her back up and tells her what she needs to hear. Din is the only person who pledges to Bo for Bo. She feels like she can’t keep everyone together “there’s too much animosity” Din puts those concerns to rest and states that “What means more to me is honor, loyalty and character..” Bo turns to Din.. her face is as soft as we’ve ever seen it.. he continues “These are the reasons I serve you Lady Kryze..” Din turns to leave and Bo admires Din as he walks away.. as she turns back to view the horizon a slight smile cracks her face.. She feels confident and at ease again thanks to Din..

Bo never smiled very much.. but in season 3 she does when she’s in the company of Din and Grogu.. Her Family. This is when Bo feels most comfortable.. TOGETHER with Din and Grogu..

We’ve also seen that people would follow Din and Bo if they led TOGETHER . Bo stands to ask for volunteers to aid her.. nobody stands or volunteers.. Bo look’s defeated and uncomfortable.. Until Din stands and Volunteers.. Bo is immediately grateful it means more to her then Din could ever know. The other mandalorians then fall in line and join Din in volunteering. Din’s opinion means a lot to them.. Paz was never a fan of Din.. he makes it clear.. but once he helps save his son again Paz points out that he will follow Din Djarin and Bo Katan.. The other Mandalorians agree and aid them against the pirates thanks to Paz’s words.. they will follow Bo and Din TOGETHER.

To end it all Din, Bo and Grogu take on Gideon TOGETHER. Din fights Gideon and is on the brink of defeat.. Bo spots him and flys to his rescue. She knocks down Moff and tells Din to “Go save his kid..” Bo fights Gideon and the darksaber is destroyed.. As Bo is nearly defeated she states that “Mandalorians are stronger together..” Din arrives and saves her.. They take on Gideon TOGETHER. The clan of three. And that’s where we end. The clan of three. Grogu saves them with a force shield.. we get the final shot of the three of them.. the clan of three TOGETHER.

Bo and Din are stronger TOGETHER

Bo, Din and Grogu are stronger TOGETHER

BODIN FOR THE FREAKING WIN 🔥

Cheers to seeing more of them all TOGETHER in season 4!