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jono723 · 1 year ago

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Dinner is served

Finally here is the fic you guys voted for. I apologize for the very late post of the interactive fic that was supposed to have been posted like 2 or 3 weeks ago. School is almost done, and I got buried in school work XD. Enough excuses, Let's get started hope you guys enjoy it!!

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Bo's admiration

Winner: Dinner at the forge

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Bo-Katan continues her trek towards the Great Forge to visit the Golden Helmeted Mandalorian, who has worked hard since they took back Mandalore. She still remembers how happy she was when the armorer told her of the reinforcement and the grace the Armorer fought alongside her with a hammer, even when everyone had blasters.

Bo couldn’t help but smile as she remembered after the battle when the armorer noticed her broken hand and decided to help her bend it back and wrap it. She couldn’t help but think how she wished she got injured more often just for the Armorer to care for her.

“What am I thinking? That's not something I should wish for. She has other jobs than taking care of me.” Bo mumbles trying to shake away the memory.

While deep in thought, Bo walks into something or someone as Beskar rings. “I’m sorry I wasn’t paying attention.” Bo apologizes as she looks towards who she had hit.

“I’m alright. It’ll take more than that to hurt me, but are you ok?” Din asks a bit worriedly.

“I’m fine. I was just thinking of the trade route.” Bo quickly lies.

“You’re doing great, Bo-Katan. I heard from Luke it's just signing now and how his sister is rooting for Mandalore’s independence.” Din says, even under the helmet, you can hear his fondness.

“It is you seem happy. That’s good. Make sure Grogu isn't anywhere near when you do it.” Bo says, smirking at her friend,

“I-i... We don’t! Anyway, where are you off to?” Din asks, changing the topic.

“To the Great Forge, it's been a while, and I wanted to see how the repairs are going,” Bo lies, not wanting to reveal the real reason. She didn’t want to tell Din it was to visit the Armorer, not that it was wrong.

“I just came from there, and it’s great the Armorer seems happy and focused on work.” Din says he notices the sun is at its peak

”I’m sorry I must cut our talk short, but I have to pick up Grogu from Axe. He and Ragnar are training.” Din says quickly, nodding to the Mand’alor and sprinting off.

Bo arrives at the entrance to the Great Forge. No longer the hall in rubble, an arc way now stands as she approaches the forge. She can hear a hammer ringing. She stops and closes her eyes, enjoying the sound.

When the sound stopped, she opened her eyes and saw the Armorer’s back turned towards her. The woman, hard at work, piles of beskar just below the platform on a bench though sits an unopened ration pack. It made Bo check the time as she confirmed it was well-passed lunch and nearing dinner time.

Bo wonders if the woman missed lunch and only ate ration packs. While it was efficient, it wasn't healthy.’Was the armorer too busy with work?’ Bo thinks, watching the Armorer work. ‘I should get her a proper meal for dinner.’ Bo thought as she quickly turned around and walked out of the forge.

Bo goes to her little cottage at the edge of town. She got it a month after retaking Mandalore. It had a kitchen, living room, refresher, two bedrooms, and a training area at the back. Bo walks straight to her kitchen. She removes her helmet and sets it down on the counter before cooking. After cooking, Bo puts the meals and drinks inside a basket. She also grabbed some plates, utensils, and a tablecloth. She puts on her helmet and holds the basket as she heads out.

It’s almost sunset when she is near the Great Forge again. A little ways away from the path, she sees a bunch of people playing a game by the fire, some without a helmet, some with. When she enters the Great Forge, this time she walks straight into the forge. She doesn't linger at the entrance, and she walks in.

The Armorer sees her and stops what she's doing. "Lady Kryze, what services do you need of me?" the Armorer asks, giving her full attention to Bo.

"I made some food and had no one to share it with, so I thought a meal would be perfect for relaxing since you've been working hard all this time. We could turn our backs against each other so I won’t see your face, and we could both eat." Bo says, holding out a basket. Her heart was pounding in her ears.

The Armorer tilted her head to the side, staring at Bo. The silence felt so long for Bo. She has never been nervous about having dinner with someone. After a minute, the Armorer put her tools aside and walked towards Bo.

“I would be honored to have dinner with you, Lady Kryze.” the Armorer said. Bo felt a haze over her. She suddenly felt hot, like she would combust, feeling a bit faint. Shaking herself out of her daze, Bo walked closer to the Armorer.

The Armorer walked over to a table, cleared it of items, and propped up two chairs. Bo put her basket on one of the chairs, removed the blanket, and covered the table. She then moved the basket to the table and began to empty it of food. There were a few sandwiches, and soup after a while, the Armorer helped her set the plates and utensils.

After preparing the table, the two took a plate of food and sat, leaning against each other. Bo removes her helmet with a hiss and puts it beside her. Then she grabs a plate from the table. “I can’t see you now. You can remove your helmet now.” Bo says, “Thank you.” the Armorer responded.

Then a hiss can be heard. Bo’s chest pounded nervously. She looked at her hands where a plate of food sat. Bo decided to distract herself from thinking by eating away. It was halfway through the meal that the comfortable silence was broken.

“I must say, Lady Kryze, this food you have prepared is simply delicious.” The Armorer says Bo can hear the delight in her voice.

“I’m glad you like it, but please call me by my name when we're alone.” Bo says, “If that is what you wish, Bo-katan.” the Armorer says.

“Thank you, and the recipe is a family recipe. The soup is my mother's recipe. She always made it with my sister while my father and I were training.” Bo says fondly, taking a bite.

“I am honored you have shared this with me.” The Armourer states.

After a few moments, Bo broke the silence. “How is the tribe doing, if I may inquire?” Bo asks. “I was just curious if they are comfortable since I know how the nite owls are doing. I should also check on other factions.” Bo quickly explains herself. The Armorer chuckles at that.

“The tribe is doing alright. I am glad you worry about us.” the Armorer says fondly. They talk more about the state of Mandalore and their plans.

Thump Thump

Bo and the Armorer hear footsteps heading to the forge. The armorer quickly puts down her food and puts on her helmet with a hiss while Bo stands up and walks towards the footsteps.

“Bo, are you here?” the voice of Koska calls out. Bo looks at the armorer, who nods at her. “We're over here, Koska.” Bo shouts at the nite owl.

“Bo, you need to go to the campfire. A fight is happening, and the idiots won’t stop. I tried.” Koska says frustratedly

“Alright, I’ll go.” Bo says as she grabs her helmet. She stops to think about who goes with her to stop the fight.

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chalterdh22 · 1 year ago

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Chapter 16: Why Does this Feel Familiar?

“We need to make a stop to visit someone. It’s an old acquaintance of Grogu’s and mine.” Din said, with a little excitement in his voice. I had never heard of this place we were going, Yavin something, or something like that. It didn’t matter. We were going to work. When we slowly started to descend, I looked around and it was beautiful! Mostly woods, with some nice rivers. No cities to speak of, but I did sense there was life on the planet. There were small little huts around, but where we landed, there was nothing but trees. Suddenly, the kid did some sort of high jump into Din’s lap and was wide-eyed, pointing at something.

“Do you see him, kid?” Din asked. Grogu let out a squeal and then a coo, still pointing at something I couldn’t see.

We landed and walked out together. Nothing but woods and rocks surrounded us. It was quiet and peaceful. It was weird though. I kept getting this wave of comfort, like I felt completely safe. It was something I have never experienced before, and it was wonderful. It was like I never wanted to leave.

Which then thinking about it, scared me a bit. “What is this place? It feels familiar….” Din kept walking with Grogu bounding ahead of us. He never answered me. So, I stopped completely. I didn’t like walking into anything unknown, and I instantly got nervous. All my instincts were telling me that this was ok, everything was fine. The kid seemed excited like Mando was excited. So, what was wrong? I couldn’t shake it. They both noticed I stopped walking.

I took a few steps backwards until my leg hit a stump and sat down, still. It was the most surreal feeling I have ever had, and I didn’t even know what it was. “What are you doing?” Din asked walking over to me. The kid stayed where he was, watching me.

“I don’t know this place. I don’t know where I’m going, and I don’t like not knowing what I’m getting into.” Pausing, and steadying my breathing a bit, I looked up at him. “Why aren’t you answering my questions? Why is the kid so excited? Why are you excited to be here? I can feel something, but I don’t know what it is. I don’t like not knowing!” I put my head down in my hands. I covered my eyes. I’m going crazy, I thought. What is wrong with me? I’m almost scared, but not.

“Don’t be afraid.”

I shot up and looked at Mando, “I’m not afraid!” I all but yelled at him.

“Hey,” he said putting his hands up. “I didn’t say you were afraid, ok. I just want to help you.” I finally looked up and around and realized the kid was sitting right next to my leg now, looking up at me. I picked him up. He makes me feel safe and warm, for some reason. He touched my cheek softly. I almost shed a tear.

“What is this place?” I whispered to Grogu. He looked back at me, almost studying me. I closed my eyes and saw a figure approaching us. It was a man, slender but built, young. I opened my eyes in the glaring sun and saw the same man approaching. I jumped up, went to grab my blaster, and aimed it at him but my arm was stuck to my side. It was an inch away from my gun. I couldn’t move at all. Grogu and Din turned around slowly and let him approach. What were they doing? Why can’t I move?

“Relax. Breathe.” I heard a voice. I’m looking around as if I was expecting someone whispering in my ear, but nothing. Finally, he came close enough so I could see his features. He had a soft, but handsome face. He walked intentionally, and gracefully. He never rushed. Grogu’s ears perked up and he jumped into his arms smiling, making all sorts of sounds. He seemed truly happy to see him. It made my heart warm, and I forgot that I couldn’t move for a second. The man looked at me. “Are you calm now?”

Was he talking to me? I tried struggling one more time, realizing it was useless. He walked even closer to me with the kid still in his arms. His face was about 12 inches from mine. I hate it when people get in my bubble, so I became instantly uncomfortable. Grogu was able to reach out and touch my face again, and I instantly seemed to relax.

“That’s better.” He said and then I could move again. I took a few steps back, almost falling over that stump I was sitting on. I wasn’t gasping for breath, but I was breathing harder than I probably should.

“Suri, I want you to meet Luke.” Mando said, nodding at me.

“Hi.” I replied, in a shyer manner. What’s wrong with me? It’s like he was so intimidating, but I’m never like this. I wasn’t even like this when I met Din the first time!

“Hello Suri. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” He reached out my hand to shake, so I shook it with my usual force, which most men make comments about. Nothing from him but a small smile. He then turned back to Din. “Grogu, can you tell me about your new friend?”

I almost half expected actual words to come out of his mouth. He walked with Grogu and sat down on a patch of soft, green grass. It almost looked like a blanket. He crossed his legs and put the kid in front of him, who sat too. Din stayed standing, looking down at them. I had the urge to sit down next to them, so I did. I just stared while these do were making conversation faces, like words were going back and forth, but nothing was being said. I would catch a glimpse of Grogu’s conversation, but nothing from Luke’s.

“Wow, you could be a bad influence on each other.” Luke said, turning to me.

“Tell me about it.” Mando breathed above us.

“Grogu,” Luke said out loud, “You know you shouldn’t use your powers like that.” Then he looked back at me.

“What?” I asked. Then I felt that tickly sensation that I felt on the ship when we were messing with Din. I let out a small laugh, as a puff of air came out of my lungs, and I squirmed in my seat. Then it stopped. “Oh, yeah, that. That’s my fault. Don’t be mad at the kid.” Luke chuckled and stood up. I followed suit, as if I had to do what he was doing.

“I’m not mad. Grogu has so much to learn, but he chose a different path, so his maturity level with his powers probably won’t get past a juvenile stage.”

“He saved us from a huge blast that sent fire engulfing everything around us.” Din said defending the kid. I didn’t know he did that! Wow!

“I know. He showed me. His strength has grown, but the maturity won’t too much more.” He turned to me. “So, I advise you not to put thoughts in his head like use the force to tickle people. He might not be able to control himself.”

I stood there trying to hide my smile creeping up on my face, because let’s be real, he’s probably more mature than I am. “Oh,” I said innocently. “Sorry again, Din. It really was my idea.”

Din was staring so hard, but I wonder if he had a smile underneath. “Apology accepted. Please don’t do that again though.”

Luke looked at him. “You don’t mean that. I sense you enjoyed that moment. There is a human in there after all. We wonder sometimes.” Din shifted uncomfortably as Luke smiled at him.

“Who is we?” I asked.

“Why, Jedi of course.”

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nevertheless-moving · 4 years ago

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Invisible Hand Chaos AU x 2

Star Wars Time Travel AU #31

Continuation from HERE

Anakin whirled to face his Master, “Did you know Yoda had a baby?” he asked incredulous and slightly betrayed.

“What? No. Also he could just be another of Yoda’s species. Obviously.” Internally Obi-Wan thought about the still unnamed larva in a hidden aquatic creche, but the Mandalorian’s associate even called him Baby Yoda...

“Unbelievable,” Dooku muttered. “That little green hypocrite.”

“Did you know about this?” Anakin asked the Sith Lord, temporarily forgetting about the fight in favor of the revelation that Yoda might also have a secret family.

“Of course not, the troll never tells anyone anything,” Dooku ranted, deliberately setting aside the fight in favor of unloading decades of suppressed irritation with his former Master.

“I feel we might be jumping to conclusions here-” Obi-Wan offered weakly.

Anakin scoffed. “He literally just called him Baby Yoda,”

“Loathe as I am to admit it, your apprentice is correct. It would seem the Grandmaster of the order has been keeping some secrets.”

“This is absurd!” Obi-Wan protested as the small child on the balcony above tilted his head curiously, watching the conversation below with interest from the safety of his Buir’s arms.

“I agree.” Anakin said self-righteously. “If Yoda can have a baby then- then everyone in the order should be allowed a family.”

“Anakin...”

“Anakin, as interesting is this all is, I’m still in somewhat of a bind over here,” the Chancellor called across the hall, irritated and somewhat alarmed by the sudden outbreak of peace in the room.

“We’ll be right with you Chancellor, don’t worry!” Obi-Wan called back.

“We just need a minute to figure some Jedi business out!” Anakin added.

“You there- Mandalorian” Dooku called up sharply.

“...Yeah?” the Besker-clad warrior answered uncertainly.

“What is the parentage of the child in your arms? How did you come to possess him?” The count's question cut through everything else in the room, and the two Jedi held their breath as they waited for the answer.

The Mandalorian pulled Grogu in closer, “He is a foundling. I know his name as my child.”

“Mandalorians,” Obi-Wan and Dooku muttered, Obi-Wan fondly, Dooku with exasperation.

“What?” Anakin asked bewildered.

“The Mandalorian adopted him- hold on a second, I’m going to try something.” Obi-Wan said.

“Mando! Forgive me- Have you already attempted to return your foundling to his people and been denied? If not, we can show you where to find an elder of his kind.”

The Mandalorian stiffened. “I already found one of his people. It took a great deal of time; neither of us knew there were any others left in the galaxy. By the time I met Luke...the child was mine and we would not be parted long. The three of us began traveling together. He acted as mentor to Grogu, though he is too young to be considered the boy’s senior. In time...we decided it would be simpler to raise him as a warrior together. We are one.”

“Oh. How wonderful.” Obi-Wan said weakly.

Anakin’s brow furrowed furiously and he lowered his voice “Master did I get that right? This guy is really good friend’s with one of Yoda’s people but the friend is not the Child’s biological father and they don’t know anyone else from the species?”

“He actually said he was married to one of one of Yoda’s people but other than that your conclusions are correct. Very good Padawan.” Obi-Wan nodded, attempting to wrap his head around the various implications.

Dooku made a triumphant hum, “Then, by simple inductive reasoning, and in the absence of an alternative candidate, we can assume that the Child is, in-fact, Yoda’s offspring.”

“Exactly!” Anakin agreed with Dooku excitedly.

“Interesting that he would give the spawn to a Mandalorian, rather than the creche. Embarrassment, perhaps.” the Count mused.

“Unbelievable.” Anakin agreed indignantly.

“Ok, now hold on. Foundling is pretty literal most of the time-” Obi-Wan interrupted. “Mando- was the child entrusted to you or did was there a rescuing involved?”

“...I was assigned to find him as part of a bounty, but found the imps who I was supposed to give him to...unpleasant.”

“Imps?” Anakin asked.

“There you go!” Obi-Wan said, with just a tinge of hysteria. “Yoda didn’t abandon the child- not that it necessarily is Yoda’s child- he was kidnapped.”

Anakin gasped, “Master! We have to save him!”

“Hold on now, Anakin- He seems perfectly safe at this point and we were here for the Chancellor remember?”

“You won’t be leaving here with the Chancellor or the child.” Dooku sneered. “I can sense the force potential- and I am in want of a new apprentice.”

“Over my dead body,” Anakin snarled.

“That can be arranged.”

“Hey Luke-” the Mandalorian said into the comm as the three swordsman began circling one another “-it looks like two of the Jedi are attacking the other- do you want me to get involved?”

“...Din, by any chance, are any of the laser swords red?”

“Yeah, the fanciest dressed one has a red lightsaber, the other guys are blue. Does it matter?”

“...Red lightsaber means not Jedi. I- hold on, I think I see you!”

The three combatants jumped apart again, looking up at the slight comm echo to the sound of footsteps and the absolutely blinding force presence of the approaching Jedi.

Had he never learned shielding? Obi-Wan thought hysterically. “Or was he just so powerful that he never bothered restraining himself?”

He tried to exchange a glance with Anakin, but his padawan was too focused on straining to see the incoming Master force user of some kind- light, but not necessarily Jedi. He instead looked over at Dooku, shrugging in confusion. Dooku grimaced back at him in solidarity.

The being finally entered. He was- significantly taller and less green than Obi-Wan was expecting, but still probably shorter than anyone else in the room.

“Din- are you two alright?” The soft-faced man asked in a remarkably gently voice, appearance somewhat at odds with the overbearing power he exuded.

“We’re fine, Luke but look! More Jedi!” He gestured below.

Luke peered over the balcony, eyes growing wide as they passed over the faces of everyone below. “hoLY KRIFF!” He shouted.

The ship shuddered and Obi-Wan glanced nervously out the view ports, suddenly remembered that the damaged ship only had so long before it fell out of orbit.

“Do you know them?” Din asked.

“Do I- for fuck’s sake Din, I love you but I have literally shown you holopics of my father before.” Luke whispered furiously. The room unfortunately was utterly quiet and remarkably acoustic, meaning his words carried easily to the listeners below.

“FATHER!” Anakin yelled, causing Luke to wince, slapping a gloved hand to his face.

“FATHER!” He repeated loudly, head ping-ponging between Obi-Wan and Dooku as if trying to find a resemblance, before gasping to stare at the Chancellor, before gasping again to squint at Obi-Wan.

“DOES EVERYONE HAVE A SECRET FAMILY!” He shouted, throwing his hands up in exasperation.

“Oh for force sake- I do not have a secret son. Honestly, Anakin, he’s clearly in his 20s, be reasonable. His birth would however fit into the timeline of Dooku’s withdraw from the order.” Obi-Wan said, raising a brow.

Dooku puffed out his chest, “I did not fail to meet the Code, like so many of the pathetic masses. Before I left the Order I followed the rules precisely. When my disagreements grew too great, and my attempt for structured reform were repeatedly rejected, I left for ethical reasons, not personal ones. I looked at the code and decided it was failing the Jedi.”

He smirked and lifted his chin at the chancellor, who was watching the proceedings with an inscrutable expression, “My, my Chancellor, this is an interesting surprise.”

Anakin rolled his eyes. “We’re not idiots, Dooku. Obviously the boy’s parents were force sensitive, look at him.”

Dooku’s smirk grew wider.

“This is absurd! Again!” Obi-Wan threw up his arms and lifted his head to address the dark-robed young human, “Hello there, Luke, was it?”

“Uh, yes. I’m Luke.” The powerhouse responded nervously.

“My name is Obi-Wan Kenobi-”

“Yes, I know who you are.” Luke responded drily.

Anakin gasped.

“He is not my son.” Obi-Wan muttered.

“I’m not Obi-Wan’s son.” Luke called down cheerfully.

“Oh.” Anakin slouched, oddly disappointed. He liked this guy for some reason, felt- connected to him. Maybe it was the dark robes, or the force signature that nearly rivaled his own (though it was somewhat lighter), or even the gloved hand that he suspected was mechanical. If he was Obi-Wan’s son than that would make him practically his brother! The Chancellor might be neat but Dooku...ugh.

“Would you be so kind as to tell us whose son you are? I realize its none of my business but you’ve peaked our curiosity. And then afterwards, regardless of your parentage, we would not mind help in rescuing the Chancellor of the Republic from this slowly crashing ship.”

“Right. Right.” Luke nodded. “Would you give me a second?”

He pressed his head to the side of Din’s helmet and started whispering rapidly, to quiet for anyone else to hear.

The group below exchanged glances, beginning to tense up again. After a few seconds, the Mandalorian nodded and spoke, “Let’s do it. I trust your judgement.” Luke grinned and returned to the edge of the balcony.

“Ok, I can help with the first, but not the second.”

“Perfectly understandable.” Obi-Wan replied.

Anakin bristled. “So Dooku is your father.”

Luke smiled at Anakin. “No. You are my father.”

Anakin blinked as Obi-Wan’s face twisted in confusion. “No...” he said slowly. “No, that’s not true. That’s impossible.”

Luke’s smile grew wider, “Search your feelings,” he said urgently, with the full weight of his force presence screaming honesty with every word, “You know it to be true.”

Anakin gasped as he reached out into the force to find...his son. Impossible, but true. The ground trembled, either with the immensity of the realization, or catastrophic engine failure.

“No.” Obi-Wan said clearly to Luke on the balcony.

“No.” He repeated firmly, snapping a finger in Anakin’s face to try and break him out of the trance he seemed to be in. “It’s not true.” He said to the room in general, incredulous it even needed to be said.

Dooku began slowly backing away. The confrontation was rapidly spinning out of his or his Master’s control; he had only stayed this long to indulge vain curiosity. Regardless if the boy was insane, lying, or a time-traveler, he was clearly powerful. The ship’s orbit was gradually decaying and with any luck he could use his dead man’s switch to speed up the crash as he departed, neatly killing everyone who could stand against him in one stroke.

“Anakin,” the lunatic on the balcony continued, “You can destroy the emperor. He has forseen this. It is your destiny! Join me, and together-”

Din cleared his throat.

Luke stopped and smiled sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head. “Sorry! Sorry. Got a little...carried away there.” He coughed awkwardly into his fist.

“Anyway- yeah. I’m Luke Skywalker. I’m from the future, I guess we... time-traveled accidentally somehow? I uh- was kind-of quoting something you said to me once and you kept going along with it and... yeah, definitely got carried away. Sorry, I really don’t know how we got here but, weird stuff happens around me- one time I was on Yavin IV and these ghosts started- anyway. Long story. Surprise!”

Obi-Wan took a deep breath in and let it out slowly, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Ok...I might believe you’re Anakin’s son.”

Dooku had nearly reached a side door when his treacherous Master called out- “Anakin! Master Kenobi! Dooku- he’s getting away.”

Skywalker’s- Anakin Skywalker’s- attention snapped over to the Count and with a outstretched arm, he crumpled the steel door, throwing a beam across it for good measure. The ship moaned alarmingly and several more red lights began blinking at the navigation panel, unnoticed by anyone.

“Luke- son- I don’t know what Emperor you’re talking about, but help us defeat Count Dooku and save Chancellor Palpatine! After that- after that I’m happy to, um, join you? And meet your... husband? And padawan? Sorry, we were kind-of in the middle of something...”

“Wow. Ok. I’m not sure if-” Luke started to respond before being interrupted by the Mandalorian.

“Wait, Dooku! I know that name!” Din said suddenly. “The covert hated him! He was the evil Sif Emperor you defeated, right?”

“...Sith Emperor. Din, darling and light of my life, as always, your grasp of history and recent current events never fails to amaze me.” Luke sighed.

“You must stop him, before he becomes Emperor,” Palpatine shouted desperately.

Luke sighed again, more heavily. “Fine. FINE! Kriff the timeline, I didn’t ask to be born anyway. Din- go help capture...Emperor Dooku. Grogu- Pod. I’ll go- free the Chancellor.” The floor beneath them gave a lurch. “Before this ship breaks apart. Go!”

Luke and Din jumped off the balcony as a shiny metal pod with a transparisteel view screen closed around Grogu, hovering between them, well off easy reach of the ground.

Din landed between Obi-Wan and Anakin, helmet turning to face each of them in turn, “...I’ll follow your lead.” He finally said, arming his weapons.

Obi-Wan grinned fiercely, “Excellent, Anakin, stay with me.”

“I was just about to say the same thing.”

“Mando, you- Is that the DARKSABER- ARE Yoouu- ugh you know what, I will ask after the fight. I will ask after the fight. How did the Mand'alor- NEVERMIND. Let’s just- FORCE I have so many questions-”

“No time, Master!”

And the battle began.

#star wars #the mandalorian #my au #invisible hand chaos au #star wars au no 31 #i had so much fun writing this you have no idea #star wars au #time travel #star wars fanfiction

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flightlessangelwings · 4 years ago

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Special

Din Djarin x gn!reader (no use of y/n)

Word count: 1.9k

Warnings: non really, fluff, pining, feelings, soft!Din, Gorgu being adorable

Notes: This one is dedicated to one of my best friends: the lovely @ollypopp, happy early birthday babe!! Thank you to @we-can-be-himbos for beta reading for me too!

The hull of the Razor Crest hummed quietly as you sat with Grogu. It was a rare moment of peace and quiet in your crazy life with the little one and the Mandalorian, and you came to treasure these moments whenever they occurred. You had just escaped from another bout with a group of bounty hunters who were after Grogu, and this time you felt lucky to have made it out in one piece. But that was thanks to the Mandalorian, who always looked after you and the child and did anything within his power to keep you both safe.

You gathered together three small plates of food while the little one watched with wide eyes. When you felt his gaze on you, you grinned at him, “I know buddy,” you told him softly as you put the finishing touches on one of the plates, “I’m almost done.” You heard him coo softly as he looked down with a little pout and it almost tore your heart out. The kid knew how to pull at your strings for sure, but you didn’t mind at all.

Then, as you held a piece of fruit, you got an idea.

“Grogu,” you called his name with a grin and waited for him to look back up at you.

He answered with an inquisitive coo and immensely lit up when he saw that you held out the fruit for him.

“Come on, you can do it,” you encouraged him as you watched his eyes squint in concentration. A few moments of tension went by as Grogu focused his energy into channeling his powers.

You whispered soft words of encouragement as he worked to summon the piece of fruit in your hand, and when he finally did, you erupted into cheers, “Yes! Good job!” You jumped with joy as Grogu happily nibbled on his prize with a grin of his own on his face, “You snack on that while I bring this up to Din.”

Grogu happily munched without a care in the galaxy as you grabbed one of the trays and went up to the cockpit. You knocked on the door before you let yourself in, a habit you developed without a real reason to. Din never minded when you joined him, and never asked you to knock before you entered. Yet you did anyway, just in case you caught him without his helmet on. That consideration was something Din really appreciated about you, among other things.

“Here, this is for you,” you set the tray down next to where he sat. The two of you stayed in awkward silence for several moments as you fiddled with your fingers.

“Thank you,” he finally broke the silence with a nod, and his breath caught in his throat when your face lit up with a smile. Din loved to see you smile, and he would do anything to see it every day.

You bit your lip and nodded, “I’ll leave you to it then,” you lingered in the doorway for another moment before you finally went back down to join Grogu. Din watched the doorway for a time before he let out a heavy sigh and turned his gaze to the tray you lovingly prepared for him.

Lost in a dreamy haze, you were completely unprepared for the sight that met you when you came back into the hull. Grogu had not only summoned his tray, but yours as well and he sat surrounded by knocked over piles of food. He sat contently as he munched on the various pieces you had set out. He had made a mess, but he didn’t seem to care at all.

“Grogu…” you chastised him playfully as you rolled your eyes. You couldn’t help but laugh though, and he quickly joined in your laughter.

You grabbed a cloth and wiped up his face and tried to clean up around him. Grogu watched you as he took another bite.

“You’re really special, kid, you know that,” you said with genuine care as you pinched his cheek lightly, “Special just like your dad.”

He cooed at you and tilted his head to the side, which made you feel the need to continue, “You’re both so strong in your own ways, and you both have a will like no other. No wonder you two bonded so well,” you flashed a sad smile, “I don’t know what I’d do without either of you.”

Grogu cooed happily as he reached out for you with a wordless plea to be picked up. With a smile, you complied with his request and cradled the little being in your arms as you went on, “I feel so lucky you chose me,” you said to him in a soft voice as you nuzzled his forehead with your own, “Both of you,” Grogu giggled at the mention of Din, “That Mandalorian has a good heart under all that beskar,” you placed a finger to your lips, “But that’s our little secret. We won’t let anyone know that the big tough Mando is secretly a softie.” That made Grogu chuckle again, and you joined in his laughter.

Unbeknownst to you, Din had come down into the main hull and heard everything you said to the kid. He felt conflicted; he never wanted to eavesdrop on you and break your trust, but every word out of your mouth went right to his heart. He stayed perfectly still and listened in silence as you poured your heart out to the little one, and he could tell that you meant every word you said. The earnesty in your voice made his heart melt under the beskar, and Din wanted nothing more than to reach out to you and hold you close.

When you suddenly turned around, you gasped loudly when you were almost face to face with the Mandalorian. He quickly reached out to you as a reflex to protect both you and the child in your arms, but retreated back into himself just as fast when he realized you were startled with his unexpected presence.

“Din…” you breathed as you held tight to Grogu, “How… I… We… Ummm…” you stumbled over your words as you tried to formulate a complete thought. He stood silent as you cleared your throat and started again, “How long were you standing there?” you finally asked in a hushed tone.

Clearly you were nervous about how much he had heard, and when he tilted his head down in response, you knew he heard everything you said. Your eyes went wide as you dropped your gaze down to the floor. You tightened your grip on the child as a rush of nerves ran through you.

“Din I…” you took a step back as your voice quivered.

He interrupted you with your name, “Wait,” the sound of his voice stopped you in your tracks and you looked up to meet the gaze of his visor. Both of you fell silent for several moments, and the tension could be felt in the room. “I’m sorry,” he finally said, “I didn't mean to eavesdrop.”

You bit your lip and nodded, “It’s ok,” your voice was barely a whisper but you knew he heard it.

Din took a breath before he added, “You’re special too.”

That made your eyes widen and you felt the way your heart pounded in your chest. If the child felt it, he didn’t show it and he just watched the two of you in silence. Maybe he sensed the emotions from the two of you and decided to stay quiet and let you both work it out on your own.

“I’m glad you’re with us too,” he added as he took a tentative step towards you. He was covered head to toe in beskar armor, and yet Din had never felt more vulnerable or exposed than he did at this very moment. He wasn’t used to dealing with feelings, be it his own or someone else’s, but he felt it too important not to let it go. You were too important to let go.

No, Din would face this head on like he did everything else in his life.

“You’re stronger than you realize,” he went on as he took another step closer when you didn't back away, “You keep us together,” Din chuckled softly, “And I don’t know what I would do without you,” he echoed your words to Grogu earlier and your breath caught in your throat.

Din carefully reached out to cup your face, gentle in his touch so that you could push him away if you wanted to. When you didn’t, he slowly wrapped an arm around you and rested his arm on your waist. It felt better than he ever could have imagined to hold you close like this, and when you let out a heavy exhale, he knew you felt safe and comfortable in his embrace.

You leaned into his chest and placed your free hand on the beskar plate in front of you. When you finally let your breath go, you felt Din hold you tighter and suddenly everything felt right. With Grogu in your arms and you in Din’s, you felt like the pieces of the puzzle finally came together. The three of you stayed like that for some time, just comfortable with each other.

This time it was you who broke the silence with a soft giggle. When Din questioned you, you peeled yourself off his chest to meet his visor again, “I was right.”

He tilted his head to the side in a wordless question.

“You do have a good heart under this,” you patted his armored chest and your heart skipped a beat when you heard him laugh softly.

“That’s supposed to be your secret,” you heard the grin in his tone and it made you smile even brighter.

Din used the hand that stayed on your face to lean your head forward a bit while he tilted his helmet down to meet your forehead. You let him guide you and you let out a sigh of relief when you felt the coolness of his helmet against your face. Din rubbed his thumb across your face in a comforting manner and you could feel his affection even through the layers he wore. You could have stayed like that forever, but a coo from your arms called your attention.

You glanced down at Grogu to see him rub his eyes and yawn, “I think he wants to go to bed,” you said to Din as you looked back at him. You couldn’t help the yawn that you let out as you suddenly felt tired as well.

“I think we all could use some rest,” Din said as he dropped his hand from your face and held it out for you to take.

It took you a moment to realize what he meant, but you lit up and took his hand when you did. The three of you all got settled in the little bunk and it didn’t take long from there for you all to fall asleep. And it was the most restful, peaceful sleep you all had in a very long time. You all were safe and secure together, just as you should be. And you all had never been happier.

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reluctant-mandalore · 4 years ago

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may i request din finding out his s/o is a sith lord when they go to rescue grogu and later while cuddling have a “Tell me every terrible thing you’ve done and let me love you anyways” moment

Warnings: hurt/comfort, emotional hurt/comfort, cuddling, sith!reader, established relationship, playing with canon, kissing, not beta read.

Word Count: 3679

Pairing: Din Djarin x gn!Reader (also sith!Reader)

a/n: Hey anon!! Thank you so much for the request and sorry its taken so long for me to finish it! I hit a huge writing block with requests and decided to focus on other works. That combined with how busy school got, I fell super behind on fics. Anyway, the concept of sith!reader was really fun to explore and honestly it was something I wanted to explore long before I got this request. I might write a few other things for sith reader of y’all are interested. Otherwise I hope you all enjoy <3

Note: fic will be labeled as ‘secrets revealed’ on my masterlist and on ao3.

“Look at you darling! Switching sides must come really easily for you, hm?”

Moff Gideon’s words had echoed throughout the cockpit, his image flickering within the hologram that shined before the three of you currently stood there. A sharp pain of dread had bubbled within you at the weight of what he had said, unease finding itself littering within your thoughts as the meaning behind it had settled among you all. You knew eventually this would come up, but had you thought you would have more time before it did. Honestly you didn’t think it would be here so soon, otherwise you would have already prepared yourself for this discussion with the Mandalorian.

“What?”

“Oh you didn’t know Mando?” Moff Gideon had smirked, his smile the most sickening thing you had ever laid your sights on, “Your little friend there is a sith.”

The Mandalorian’s gaze had snapped to yours in an instant, confusion and concern held within its blistering depth. He didn’t know much in regards to the sith, but he had learned well enough about them in his time traveling with the child. He had heard the horrors of what they had done—the wars they had raged and slaughters they had committed—he knew that the sith weren’t good. In fact they were the exact opposite of good. The sith were dark and evil on all accounts.

“That… That’s not true.” He had said in disbelief, the idea of you being one of them seeming so unlikely to him. You had always been so sweet and kind, treating the child as if he was your own. Even caring for him and the Mandalorian as if you were family. You couldn’t be a sith. “He’s lying. Right cyar’ika?”

Unmistakable shame had consumed you at his words, and you had looked away from him at his pleading question. You couldn’t seem to form an answer, and honestly you didn’t know if you wanted to, especially not with how he was looking at you in the moment.

“Mando listen… I-”

“-And,” Gideon’s voice had cut you off, his enjoyment of your suffering in the situation clear in just his tone alone, “They’ve been working with me the entire time. Well. They were at least. Doesn’t seem like you’ll be bringing me the child anytime soon there, especially not when you’re playing house with a Mandalorian.”

At the imperial’s words, Din’s gaze had finally moved from yours and down to the child that was still held tightly in your arms. His fingers visibly twitching with the sudden need to snatch the little one from your grasp. His concern and worry was evident even with the helmet that shielded his expression from your view. The sight of which had only caused for your heart to crack with sadness at the mistrust he was sending your way.

“Well congratulations my dear sith lord on your happily ever after!” Gideon had said as he ended off his call with a laugh. The holopad shutting off soon after, and allowing for a deathly silence to fall over the room once more. The air of the small space now feeling tight, and almost suffocating, as you two stared at one another for what felt like an eternity.

The Mandalorian had approached you cautiously after some time. Every step he took calculated, and slower, the closer he got. He had soon nearly snatched the child from your grasp—almost as if touching you for even the slightest of seconds would have burned him—now shielding the little one away from your prying eyes, and whatever evil he must have thought you carried.

You couldn’t blame him of course. As you probably would have reacted in the same way if you were in his shoes, but that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt to see your beloved Mandalorian responding like this to the news. It hurt to see his mistrust in you.

“Din…”

“Let’s get out of here.” He had replied sternly, setting the child down in his own seat far away on the other side of the room, before motioning for you to take the other opposite one. “We need to get as far away from here as possible. Don’t want Gideon catching up.”

Another wave of pain had washed over you at his sudden coldness, causing your eyes to brim with tears, as you had nodded and followed the Mandalorian’s directions anyway. You didn’t have the heart to argue or even defend yourself at this time. Din was right after all, you three needed to leave the area as quickly as possible. The Imperial and his ship were surely close on your tail if he had felt the need to speak with you over the communicator.

The ride to the next planet was dreadfully quiet. Not even the child had cooed or chattered on the way there. Instead he had simply stared between you two with lowered ears and wide confused eyes. He had to have known something was going on, though it was unclear if he knew exactly what had been said and done.

Eventually the ship had landed flawlessly thanks to the Mandalorian’s piloting. Than a quick check of the area had made it apparent that you three had managed to escape the Empire’s hold once again.

You had watched as the Mandalorian fiddled with the control panel. He was making sure the ship was settled and secure just as he always did after landing, though this time you could see the unease in each of his movements. He hadn’t said a word to you yet, but you knew the two of you would have to talk about what happened sooner or later. Better now than never.

“Din I think we need to talk.”

“I’m putting the kid to bed.” He had stated simply, not even looking at you as he stood from his and made his way down to the hold with the child in toe, “It's way past his bedtime.”

You didn’t say anything in response to his words after he had left you alone in the cockpit. Instead you had chosen to move down into the hull and to your own cot silently, as you figured that you wouldn’t push him to talk tonight. Though of course, this reasoning of yours hadn’t stopped the feeling of guilt and despair settling firmly within your gut from the brisk interaction.

The sheets there were stiff and cold as you laid within them. Clearly they hadn’t been used in a long while, as you usually choose to share the sleeping quarters which belonged to the Mandalorian with him. Both of you had enjoyed the other's presence more than sleeping alone, and with your growing relationship, it just seemed normal for you two to begin sleeping in the same bed.

Tonight of course would be the first in a long time where you would be sleeping alone again.

From your cot you could take in the sight of Din rocking the child, as he tried to sooth the little one into resting. He had seemed to struggle with it tonight. The kid was far too restless to want to sleep any time soon—regardless of the long day he had just suffered through. You had watched the two of them for another moment, smiling sadly, before closing the curtain which had once provided you with privacy. Although tonight it had only felt like another wall between you and your family. Now existing only as a reminder of the details of your life you had hidden from them all this time.

Din had eventually managed to get the kid to lay down and sleep. A sigh of relief could be heard from the other side of the curtain that had separated your space from the surrounding area. More rustling and the clicking of metal could be heard shortly after. The sound of it making you realize that he was now getting himself ready for bed. You had figured he wouldn’t be coming to see you that night, but the confirmation had still felt icy to your heart, and you found yourself once again on the brink of crying.

That’s probably why the knock on the wall next to your cot was such a shock to you. It was Din’s usual way of asking for permission to enter your enclosed space. He was always kind and considerate, wanting to make sure that you were always comfortable regardless of whatever else had happened. Tonight seemed to be no different in this regard at least, and you took comfort in what little normality you could hold onto.

“You can come in.” You had answered quietly, propping yourself up as you watched him pull the curtain back to let himself in, forcing a smile at the sight of him entering. “Is the kid ok?”

The Mandalorian had already stripped himself down to his under clothes and helmet. The metal shield which still remained over his face was a clear sign that he had been feeling uncomfortable and uneasy in the moment. You two had been together for a long while now, and he had ended up showing you his face some months ago. It was still only a recent development in your blossoming relationship, and it was one you were sure you had just ruined for the man with your lies now unraveled.

No wonder he had chosen to keep it on this fateful night.

“He took longer to put down than usual.” He had said when your gaze had locked with his visor, though he had soon broken the contact all too quickly, looking away as he stood awkwardly before you. “He seems restless.”

“That’s surprising.” You had said, though your mind wondered if the child was so restless because he could tell his parents were currently at odds with one another. “You’d think after the long day he’s had he would be exhausted.”

The Mandalorian had only let out a grunt in reply, sitting himself next to you on the cot as another silence had fallen between you two. He had looked down to his hands, twiddling them nervously, as he tried to figure out what he wanted to say. He had looked up again briefly, as if he was trying to gage your expression, or even understand what you must have been thinking, but he had ended up lowering his sight again before finally deciding on what to say to you.

“So you’re a sith lord.”

The way he had gone straight to the point had almost made you feel surprised, but knowing him well, meant knowing that he was one to never beat around the bush. This was especially true when it came to important topics or situations, and even more so when they involved the child.

“Well no—I mean yes—but it's complicated and…” You had trailed off, looking away from him again as you tried to piece together exactly what you had wanted to tell him. Although you knew you had to tell him the truth regardless of how you felt and how much you wish you could just bury your past away from his sight. “Yes. At least at one point I was, not really sure if I count as one now.”

“Why?”

“I… I don’t know.” You had said, another wave of guilt washing over you at your words. Honestly you had felt unsure of what to say, or even how to explain it all to him. It wasn’t as if you had planned for your life to have gone that way. “Din I’m so sorry”

The Mandalorian had looked over at you, his own confession clear in just his voice alone, “Why are you apologizing?”

“I mean… I’ve done terrible things.”

“So have I.”

“No Din.” You choked out a sob, your lip trembling between each word that was spoken between you two, finding that you weren’t able to keep your tears in any longer. “I’ve actually done unspeakable things. I’m quite literally the worst of the worst.”

To your shock, his arms had moved to pull you into his chest, and you had found yourself cradled there as he hummed in a calming manor. “Tell me everything Cyar’ika.”

Those words from your love were the last ones to bring your already crumbling walls down. Your confession soon spilling out of you like the fiercest of storms. It seemed to have no end as you had rambled all your wrong doings to the man before you. All the way from how you had fallen, to the mission you had received from moff Gideon, and everything in between—there was nothing that wasn’t revealed by you to him in that moment.

Every confession had only brought more tears to flow from you, and as they piled higher you knew you had become closer to losing the man you loved. You had expected him to be disgusted and furious. You had assumed he would toss you aside and leave you to wallow in your disgrace. Any sane person would have, and you wouldn’t blame them.

The Mandalorian had done the opposite though, instead choosing to hold you close to him, as you talked and talked. Your whole life and terrible deeds being fed to him one by one. Even then he had never let go of you—even when hearing the worst things you had ever done—he had just kept you held tight in his arms while listening.

Eventually your words had died out, your confession of sins over as you now silently cried in his arms. His embrace had remained as a calming presence, and his shoulder had become a sturdy place for you to cry into, as you only broke down further into his arms. His hand had gently run soothingly circles along your spine—the same way that you had done for him on some of his worst nights—and his voice had been soft as he spoke reassurance to you in the most softest of tones.

“I’m sorry.” You had mumbled again into his chest. “Din I’m so sorry about everything.”

“Was what he said true? About the child and your mission.” Din had asked, whatever he was feeling now unreadable, as he had waited for your response.

You had only nodded in reply at first, burying your face farther into the crook of his neck, though you knew you did not deserve such a comfort. “It is. All of it. I was supposed to take him from you after earning your trust and then take him back to Moff Gideon—leaving you for dead.”

“Why didn’t you?”

Din’s question had made you pull back and look away. A wave of heat washing over you at the answer which danced at the tip of your tongue. He had waited patiently for your reply though, allowing you to take as much time as you needed to form your thoughts together properly.

“Because I fell in love with you. I love you so much Din.” You had whispered as you looked back to him. His grip on you only tightening at hearing those words leave your lips. “I fell in love with you and the child. You’re the most important things to me. I’ve never had a family before now, but you two… you both treated me as such without a second thought.”

A sound of the child crying had interrupted you both before Din could form a reply, and he had found himself letting go of you, so he could stand and go to sooth the little one. You had quickly stopped him though, looking up at him through pleading and tear stained eyes.

“I… can I? Please?”

Din had stared at you for a moment, and it felt as if you would combust on the spot if he didn’t answer soon. After a brief silence, he had moved his own hand to brush away the tears on your cheek. The feeling of his skin against yours a comfort that you had found yourself leaning into while also basking in the warmth it had brought.

“Of course cyar’ika.”

From his words, you had soon stood and quickly made your way to the child. Even sooner, you had scooped the crying infant into your arms, rocking him back and worth, as you did your best to soothe him. A quiet and soft hum leaving you as you calmed the little child wailing in your arms.

The Mandalorian had watched from the sidelines, his heart swelling and overflowing with his fondness at the sight of the two of you together. He had continued watching even after the child’s cries had subsided, his gaze never leaving you two, as you had tucked the little creature back into his bed. He had soon stood again from the cot after that, quietly removing the helmet he wore and setting it to the side, before making his way over to where you still stood watching over the resting child.

“I love you too cyar’ika.” He had whispered when his body pressed into yours, his breath ghosting over your ear, as he pressed a kiss to the exposed skin of your neck. The scuff on his chin tickling you and sending another flush of warmth to coarse through your form again.

A small gasp had left your lips at his sudden touch and a few stray tears had formed at the corner of your eyes once more. “Din I… are you sure?”

“Of course.”

“Even after everything I told you?” You had turned in his arms and felt your grip tighten along his own. Your eyes searching his for any doubt that they may have held, but instead only finding his undeniable love and fondness staring back at you within his brown hues. “Do you really still love me?”

“Yes cyar’ika. I still love you.” He had said, a small smile gracing his lips, as he nuzzled his nose against your own. “I never stopped.”

“But earlier...”

“I won’t lie, I was concerned and worried after hearing what Moff Gideon had said.” He had confessed, looking away almost shamefully, “I was scared that everything between us was a lie, and I feared that the child was in danger, or maybe had been for longer than I thought he was. I was afraid cyar’ika. I’m sorry.”

You had looked away again, another ping of guilt blossoming within your heart at the sadness you had heard in his voice, “I… Din I don’t know what to say honestly. Other than the fact that it's not you who should be apologizing.”

“Don’t be like that cyar’ika.” He had said gently, allowing himself to press another kiss to your forehead. “Now come on. It’s late, and you look exhausted.”

The Mandalorian had soon guided you to the cot again, and you had found yourself settled against his chest while wrapped tightly in his arms. Out of the corner of your eye, you could still see where the child slept soundly, and you had found yourself watching over him as you both laid there together in the darkness. The sound of the littles snores from the small creature, having brought a small smile to your face, before your mind had begun to wander back to earlier times.

“He knows.” You had said out of the blue, your tired voice causing the man’s eyes to flicker open and glance back down to you in his arms.

“Who?”

“The child.” You had replied, finally looking away from where the child slept, as you played and toyed anxiously with Din’s fingers that had intertwined themselves with yours. “He must have felt it through the force. He could always tell what I was, and could always sense the darkness within me. He’s always known.”

“Hm. Is that why he didn’t like you at first?” Din had teased, and you felt his lips smile against your skin where they had rested themselves earlier.

“Probably.” You had allowed yourself to chuckle at the thought. The little creature really hadn’t liked you at first, always throwing up a fit and glaring at you when he thought you had gotten too close to Din. “I don’t blame him, the sith and jedi aren’t exactly on good terms.”

“So I’ve heard.”

A smile played on your lips at his reply, and you snuggled yourself more into his chest at the feeling of his hand trailing along your back. The circles he drew causing small shivers and a wave of warmth to flow through you again. The gesture having relaxed you and allowed for your thoughts to teeter on the edge of sleep.

“I meant what I said you know? About everything.” You had mumbled with another yawn, as your eyes struggled to stay open, “I really do love you and Grogu.”

“I know, and we both love you as well.” Din had shushed you, allowing himself to kiss your forehead and mumble his own reassurance again. “Now get some sleep. We can talk more in the morning once you’ve rested, ok?”

You had nodded, resisting the tears that had tried to fall from your eyes again, as you had completely relaxed into his arms now. The need for sleep pulling you closer and closer to the dreamland you had so desired in the moment.

Din on the other hand had continued to draw shapes along your back, his eyes closed, as he murmured and hummed the sweetest of things into the kisses he left along your skin. Somewhere deep inside of your soul you had felt as if you didn’t deserve his kindness and love, but you had found yourself drowning within his affections anyway, clinging to his presence in a refusal to let it go.

The Mandalorian had no plans of letting you go anyway. He would hold you within his embrace and love you for as long as you allowed him to. Through the bad and the good—he’d be by your side even through the toughest of times. After all, you were a part of his little clan of three, and regardless of your past—he loved you like no other.

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supernaturalgirl20 · 3 years ago

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I know you just finished a request of mine so take your time. But I was thinking of maybe you could do a Din Djarin fic where the reader is force sensitive yet is afraid of their powers. Maybe Moff Gideon kidnappd Din and Grogu and the reader finally taps into their powers to save them(maybe kill Gideon in the process) and Din has to watch the reader turn to the dark side because they can’t control the overwhelming power inside of them? I would like it angsty please. Plus a gender neutral reader please

Thanks for the request 😊

Darkness within

As you sat in the cantina, you were unaware of the set of eyes on you. You were here on business and needed information from Karga. As you take the last mouthful of spotcha a large figure comes to stand beside you. Looking up your greeted with the sight of a mandalorian.

“Can I help you?” You said with hint of irritation.

“How much?”

“Excuse me?”

“I said how much?” He throws a bag of credits on the table and you look at it, you suddenly realise what he wants.

“I’m afraid you have the wrong person.” You make to stand up and leave when he grabs your arm.

“I’m sorry I just assumed” he says visor trained on your outfit. Pulling your arm from his grasp “well your wrong, mando”.

You hurry out of the cantina and make your way through the streets. You can feel him behind you so you make a sharp turn into an alley. When he follows you in, you jump him successfully pinning him to the ground.

“Why are you follow me?” Your straddling him and you can feel him hard beneath you. Smiling down at him,

“You want to fuck me is that it?” You move your hips slowly on top of him and he groans.

“I just….need you.”

“Then take what you want” you whisper at the side of his helmet. He stand pushing you off him before he grabs you, turns you around and shoves you up against the wall. He wastes no time pulling your trousers down before he pounds into you. His pace is rough and fast and it’s not long before you come, him following close behind. Your both panting heavily as you begin to redress. He stalks toward you, his hand nudging your chin upwards to face him

“I’m not done with you.”

****

You wake up with light shining on your face. You go to turn away from the window when you realise you can’t move. There is a warm arm draped over you and you slowly turn your head to see the mandalorian asleep beside you. Oh yeah I forgot about him.

“Padu”.

You sit up gently as to not wake him and look towards the end of the bed. There, is a small green child, staring at you with big black eyes.

“Hello little guy, what’s your name?” You go to sit on the floor with him and he tells you all about his travels with the mandalorian and how he is searching for more of his kind. You are deep in conversation with grogu, the name he told you, that you hadn’t noticed mando was awake and staring at you.

“So mando is taking you to find your people?”

“Padu”

“You know what he is saying?” Startled by the sudden interruption, you move back slightly from the kid.

“Ugh…yeah I suppose.”

“Your a Jedi!”

You gather your things and are making your way out

“Look I don’t want any trouble, ok?”

“No wait please.” He is frantically getting dressed, which is hard to do with beskar.

“Please I need help with him, I don’t know what I’m doing, he has these powers..” You flinch at that word.

“Look Mando, can I call you that?” He nods. “Yes I’m Jedi but I don’t like using my gifts, I’m too powerful, or at least that’s what I’m told, and I just…I….I’m afraid of them ok. I can’t help you I’m sorry.” With that you quickly leave and rush through the busy streets.

Later that day you are finishing gathering supplies for the next job when a group of mercenaries jump you. Yes sure you could take out your saber and be done with them but you don’t, the fear of letting the power consume you all to real. So you do nothing. You take blow after blow when your blinded by something. It was mando. He takes them out one by one coming over to you after.

“Are you ok, did they…touch you?”

“No, I took a few hits, nothing major.” “I’m going to lift you and take you back to my ship to fix you up, ok?”

“Thank you.”

Once back at the ship, he patches you up. Grogu begins babbling to him and he just stares at him blankly.

“He says, he can help.”

“Oh”.

Grogu makes his way over to you, closes his eyes and slowly raises his hands. Within seconds all your cuts and bruises are gone. Mando stands there.

“It always amazes me when he does that.”

“Padu, Padu.”

“I’m sorry kid I don’t know what your saying.”

You look at them and feel some what guilty. “You said you needed help?”

“Yes. I want to help him find his own but I can’t do that if I can’t even understand him.”

You see that his shoulders are slumped in defeat. “Ok.”

“Ok?”

“Ok, I’ll help. But I won’t be using the force.”

“Thank you.”

“You hear that kid, there going to help us find your home.” He lifts grogu up and they both make their way to the cockpit. They look to be in deep conversation, which makes you laugh.

****

It’s been a year since you decided to help Din and Grogu, and you thank who ever is out there for bringing them into your life. You had managed to help Grogu control his powers and you also helped him communicate with Din. Your relationship with Din had grown into something more. You didn’t have a label on it but it was more than friendly. You know you love him but are afraid to say anything.

Currently you are on nevvarro hiding out in a cantina from moth Gideon. He had caught up to you and wanted the child. Din and Cara are formulating a plan when a huge explosion goes off. Your thrown against a wall and your vision is blurry. You can just about make out the figure in white moving towards Din and Grogu.

“No” you shout. But it’s no use, you can barely see straight let alone get up and fight. You drift into unconsciousness and when you come too your on a bed, Cara sitting beside you.

“Welcome back”.

“Where is Din and Grogu?” Your frantic trying to get up out of bed. Cara comes to stop you,

“Hey slow down, you need to heel first, then we will get them back I promise.”

“What happened?”

“Gideon took them, we know he wants the kid but why he took Din, we don’t know.”

“We have to get them back.”

“We will.”

****

“We’re coming up on his ship now, get ready.” You hear Cara say over the comms. You tighten your hand on your lightsaber, you can feel the hatred you have for moth Gideon flowing through your veins. Reign it in y/n, reign it in. You all fight your way into the ship and you begin killing everyone that gets in your way. You can feel it taking over you slowly, it’s the reason you didn’t want to use your powers in the first place having heard the stories of Vader. Now though it feels great, powerful, nothing or on one can stop you.

Finally you make your way to where Gideon is with Din and Grogu.

“Ah, look who finally showed up, and it appears my plan has worked.”

Din stares at you with those deep brown eyes, wait, eyes you can see his eyes. A new found rage sets in your bones and you kill everyone in the cockpit leaving Gideon to last.

“Y/n, please this isn’t you.” Din is practically shouting at you now, but you don’t even look at him. Gideon begins to laugh, “once I heard you were with the mandalorian, oh I had to have you. I had to find a way to get you to use those powers, to turn you. You see, you being on the dark side, powers like that can’t go to waste.”

“Shut up” you scream at him.

You can feel it again, you know it’s taking over you, bending you to its will. You catch a glimpse of yourself and your eyes have turned a shade of reddish/yellow. Trying to take back a little control you go to drop your saber when Gideon gets behind Din, placing a knife to his throat.

“All you have to do is give in. Once you do that I will let your precious mandalorian go. Go on, it feels good doesn’t it, all that power. You would be unstoppable.”

“No y/n, don’t please, I love you. Comeback to me, to us.”

You turn to look at Din and you feel an single teardrop fall down your face before you lift your hand up toward Gideon. He grasps at his throat, trying to pull away an invisible force. Your choking him. With one final squeeze of your hand, his neck snaps.

“Y/n” Din begins to move slowly towards you. Looking at him, you can see the shock in his eyes as he takes in your form.

“I’m sorry, I tried.” With that you turn and leave.

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cherrysrambles · 4 years ago

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Acid Burn

Summary: ***I don’t know why, but you have to stay back on Nevarro for what I'm sure is a good reason***

- You have to leave the Mandalorian and Grogu for a few days, but when you reunite, things aren't exactly as they used to be. You start to doubt everything until an accident on the ship brings out your true feelings for one another

Warnings: Super super fluffy and maybe a teeny bit of sexiness? Maybe if you look really hard

Words: 3,279

‘Din, I need to stay and help’

‘What?’

‘I can’t go with you, they need me here, you know that’

The Mandalorian nods his head curtly ‘How long will you be?’

‘Three days’ you say quietly

He nods and moves to make his way to the ship

‘Will you come back for me?’ You whisper, unsure if he even heard you

He stops and turns back to you ‘of course I will, if that is what you want’

‘You know I do’

He slowly walks over to you and rubs your cheek, softly pulling your forehead towards his, you realise he’s giving you a keldabe kiss. ‘You know what this means?’ He whispers

You nod

‘Then know that I will always come back for you Cyar’ika’

After a moment you pull back and pick up Grogu

‘Look after your father buddy, do everything he asks and try not to drive him too insane ok?’

He gurgles an unhappy noise

‘I know sweetheart, I’ll miss you more, but its only for a few days, I’ll be back with you before you know it’ He starts to cry and your heart breaks, you hand him back to Din, utter another useless bye and watch them board the Razor Crest.

*Three days later*

Your heart leaps as you watch the Razor Crest come into view and land in front you. It feels like an eternity since you’ve seen them. The ramp opens and Grogu runs as fast as his tiny legs will let him down to you. You scoop him up and spin him around as you both laugh, you spot Din standing at the top of the ramp waiting for you to come inside. You freeze and stare at him, wow, you forgot just how wet he makes you. Grogu touches your face and you’re brought back to reality, you make your way onto the ship.

‘Did you miss me?’ You say coyly

‘I did’ he replies, and you think that’s all you’re going to get out of him for a while. You make your way up to the cockpit so you can get away from this place.

You put Grogu down into his seat and notice a piece of paper stuck to the wall of the crest. You examine it closer, it looks like, a Callander? A countdown of some sort? Then it hits you

‘Oh sweetheart, did daddy make you a chart to countdown till I got back?’ He nods and mumbles, you assume he’s explaining what the chart actually is, you nod in mock understanding. ‘He couldn’t understand the concept of days, every now and then he would go to the door and wait for me to open them so you could come back to us. So I made the chart for him to have as a countdown’ Din explains.

‘Did it help?’

‘Yes and no. He understood that every morning when he woke up we would cross another day off, but then he started to think that after every nap he could cross a day off. Worked for me, since I didn’t have to battle with him to go to sleep’

‘It’s ok honey, I’m back now and I don’t expect to leave you again like that, ok?’

You pull a black pouch out of you pocket

‘I got a present for you’

You pull out a small stuffed mudhorn toy and hand it to Grogu, who is already making grabby hands at it. And just like that, he’s using it as a chew toy.

‘Hey kid, can I see it? Please?’ Din says as Grogu reluctantly hands it to him.

Din looks over the wet toy in his hands

‘A mudhorn?’ He questions?

‘Yeah, there was an old lady making toys at the market, I asked her to make it for me, she gave me a weird look, but you pay anyone enough and they’ll make whatever you want’

He does say anything as he hands the toy back to Grogu

‘I thought it would be cute, ya know? A mudhorn toy for clan mudhorn….. I know it’s silly’

‘No it’s not, it’s.. appropriate’ he says. You sense he wants to say more but you don’t push it.

Within the hour you’re in hyperspace on your way to your next destination, Din said he’ll take you to a nice remote place, somewhere it’ll just be the three of you for a few days, and you couldn’t think of anything better. Din has however been quite distant, even though it’s only been an hour since you’ve been reunited, you can tell there’s something he’s not telling you. After all this time you thought you were making progress with him, getting him to open up more to you but only if he felt comfortable doing so, which he said he did. You hope three days apart haven’t set you back all those months you’ve been on his ship. You decide to go speak to him about it.

After checking that Grogu is sound asleep. You head up into the cockpit where he’s shut himself up.

‘Din?’

‘What!?’ He snaps

‘Excuse me!?’ You say in shock and disbelief. He’s never been disrespectful like this to you

‘I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean that, you caught me off guard, I wasn’t thinki-‘ he rambles and you cut him off

‘What’s wrong?’

He pauses.

‘…I haven’t slept at all these past 3 days’

You nod in understanding

‘Me too’

‘Really?’

‘Yup’ you say with a smile

‘You realise that doesn’t make me happy’

‘I know, come on, lets have a nap’

You lead Din down to where his makeshift cot is. You could lead him to your bed, but you want to be as close as possible to Din, so the tiny storage area will be perfect, he doesn’t question you on this, probably thinking he has the same thought pattern. Which he does.

You kick your boots off and start helping Din with his armour. Your heart flutters each time you get close to him like this, even if it is to help with his beskar. When he’s in just his under clothes you crawl into the cot and get under the blanket waiting for him to join you.

As soon as he lies down next to you, he turns the lights off and you hear the familiar clicks of his helmet coming off. His arm is instantly around you and for the first time in three days, you both fall fast asleep.

When you wake you don’t know how long it’s been but Din isn’t next to you anymore, which isn’t unusual for him, but you did wish that he’d stayed until you woke up seen as you’ve missed him so much. Something is still definitely on his mind, but you’ll just have to wait until he’s comfortable enough to tell you. To be honest, you’re sick of this routine, pretending that you both aren’t madly in love with each other. It's exhausting, but you’d rather have whatever this is, then not have anything at all with Din.

For the rest of the evening you try to stay away from him as much as possible which breaks your heart, but you want to give him his space to think, you don’t want to overbear him with your thoughts and feelings. Maybe he didn’t miss you like you thought? Maybe he liked having time away from you? No, that can’t be right? Can it? Your mind starts to wonder to places that you don’t want it to go. A life without Din and Grogu isn’t the life you want. But maybe its the life he wants? You decide to get Grogu ready for bed, deciding to occupy your mind with something else for the evening. Once he’s bathed and fast asleep you contemplate going up to the cockpit to sit with Din, this is usually the time where you would have one of your long chats, or play stupid games, but tonight you’re just not in the mood. You undress to your simple black panties and throw on one of Din’s old shirts. And as you slip under the covers alone in your bed, you fall fast asleep dreaming of the only man you’ve ever truly loved. Din Djarin.

You awake to a searing pain on your right side, it’s burning and it’s getting worse, then you feel something dripping onto you burning even more, you scream in horror and run to the fresher.

‘Y/N!?’ Din screams as he jumps down the ladder, blaster in hand at your side

‘What’s happening!?’ He follows you to the fresher

You look in the mirror and notice there’s a hole in the shirt your wearing and your skin underneath it is raw and red

‘Acid!?’ You say as you lift the shirt up high on your right side, exposing your breast to Din to get a better look in the mirror. The burn goes from just under your right breast all the way down to the top of your underwear.

‘Acid?’ Din repeats and goes to check in your room. You hear muffled noises but the room starts to spin from the searing pain. ‘Shit, there's a leak!’

‘Din, I think I’m gonna…’ you clutch onto the sink for life trying not to pass out, instantaneously Din is at your side lifting you up and putting you on his cot

‘No passing out, do you hear me, stay with me’ he says but you just writhe around in pain, the burning is getting worse and you’re struggling to stay conscious. You hear Grogu stirring from his sleep ‘Keep him away!’ You yell.

Din runs off and comes back with the bacta spray, you assume he’s locked Grogu away somewhere. The last thing you need is him trying to heal you and then him passing out, no amount of pain is worth injuring Grogu.

‘This will help, ok? but.. but I’m gonna need to open your shirt’ he says panicked

‘Just take it off!’ You yell as you start to shake, modesty is the last thing on your mind right now, but Din being Din, is the only person to ask permission to remove your clothes before he treats you for excruciating acid burns.

He lifts the shirt as high as it will go and liberally sprays you with the bacta, instantly you feel a slight relief.

‘We don’t have any bacta patches, so I’m just going to have to keep spraying you with the bacta spray, ok?’ He says in a shaky breath as he pulls your shirt down and takes your hand in his

Your eyes are still shut tight, but you manage a nod.

True to his words, after a few minutes he lifts your shirt again and starts spraying, you don’t know after how many times he does this, but you can feel the pain subsiding and you open your eyes.

“I have to check on the kid, I’ll be right back’ he says

You slowly try to sit up, but Din rushes back and tries to push you back down.

‘Woahh easy there, you need to rest’ he says

‘No, I need to shower’ you say as you shuffle down the bed

‘Shower!? I don’t think so, you can barely stand’

You try to get up, but your legs fail you as Din supports you

‘Cyar’ika, please, just lie down and rest’ he pleads

‘Din, I can’t, I feel all sweaty and gross and I’m sticking to these clothes, to the blanket and I’m burning up I just need a shower to relax, there’s no way I can rest like this’ you utter helplessly

He doesn’t say anything.

‘If it makes you feel better you can watch me, I really don’t care’ you say as you make your way to the fresher. You can feel the bacta slowly kicking in.

As you get in the fresher you start to undress and turn the shower on and get under the cool water

‘Door stays open and I’m going to stand here and make sure you’re ok’ you look over and see him with his back to you.

The room starts to spin again as you hastily let the water run all over you and you’ve cooled down, you wrap your towel around you and walk over to the sink

‘Fuck’ you whisper, the room starts to spin even worse but Din catches you just in time again. He holds you tight to him and you breathe his scent in, calming you instantly. He pulls back and places you against a ledge, confident you won’t fall ‘hold on’ he says, he comes back with another one of his shirts.

He places the shirt over your head and you pull your arms through, once the shirt is on and it’s covering your knees, he carefully drags the towel off you and throws it to the side.

‘Hold onto my shoulders’ he says as he gently helps you into a new pair of underwear he’s brought over trying not to let it touch your burn. He carries you over to the cot and lays you down, pulling the bacta out and spraying you once more. He pulls back to take his armour off, and lays down beside you pulling you tight into his arms, careful not to hurt you. You’re both lying on your sides facing each other, your head resting on Din’s shoulder.

‘I’m going to turn the lights off, if that’s ok’ he says. You nod.

The lights go off, and his helmet comes off. What he does next, surprises you.

You can feel his breath on your shoulder as he holds you close, and then you can feel his lips follow suit. A small kiss is left on your shoulder and he whispers ‘I can’t believe I almost lost you’

‘You didn’t lose me Din, I’m ok, I’m still here’

‘But I could’ve, if that acid had gotten all over you then… I don’t know what I’d do without you’ he kisses your shoulder again, this time leaving his lips on you

‘Shhh, don’t think like that, I’m ok, everything will be fine’ he drags his lips from your shoulder to your forehead and gives you one last kiss. And with that, you fall asleep in the arms of the one you love.

You wake up, almost a full day later and again Din isn’t with you, but you notice your little green bean snuggled up to you. You lift your shirt up and notice that your wounds have healed, but you do still feel extremely weak. After popping a kiss on Grogu’s sleeping head. You make your way to the fresher and have a real shower this time, as soon as you’re dressed, Din appears. ‘How’re you feeling?’ He asks, voice land with concern

‘A lot better, thank you’

‘Can I see?’ He asks. You lift your shirt up and show him, his hand reaches out to touch you, but at the last second he pulls back. This action hurts you and you remember that he’s been acting extremely weird ever since you got back.

‘You should get some more rest’ he says as he makes his way back up to the cockpit. You decide to have something small to eat and not let his actions bother you.

As you finish eating your bread and berries, you notice Din has parked the ship in a field somewhere. So he doesn’t actually need to be piloting the ship, he’s just up there avoiding you. Tears start to prick your eyes, you grab a blanket and go lower the ramp to sit outside and get some air.

After sitting outside for a good few minutes, you hear Din’s footsteps as he comes to sit next to you, none of you say a word. You decide that he’s not going to tell you himself so you might as well ask.

‘Din, is something wrong? You’ve been off with me ever since I got back’

‘I’m sorry’ he whispers ‘I know I’ve been difficult and distant, and that’s not my intention to be like that with you’

‘Then what is it?’

‘I….. I got you something, but I don’t know if you’re going to like it or not’

‘Why would I not like anything you give me? You could give me trash and as long as I know you got it for me, I would love it regardless, because it came from you’

‘Thats nice to hear, but I guess its not a question of if you’ll like it, I guess I’m worried that you won’t accept it’

‘What is it?’ You repeat

He pulls out a small black bag and hands it to you.

You open the bag and inside is a small metal charm. You examine it closer and see exactly what it is ‘mudhorn’ you whisper

He nods ‘while you were gone, I had the armorer make this for me out of scraps of beskar’

‘Why would I not accept it?’

He pauses and says in such a faint whisper ‘if you accept this, then it’ll mean you’re apart of my clan. Clan mudhorn, I mean I’ve always seen you as part of my clan, I first saw it when I told you my name all those months ago. But I only realised it when we spent time apart. Those 3 days were the worst 3 days of my life, and it made me realise that I don’t want to spend any time apart from you, ever’

He says in a louder voice ‘but nothing has to change if you don’t want it too, I mean, we don’t have to be together, like that’s not what I’m trying to imply, but obviously if you wanted too then we could..’ He starts rambling

‘Din, do you want to?’ You ask, knowing his answer

‘Yes, you already know I’m madly in love with you, I’m not good at any of this stuff, but at least I would think that much is obvious. You’re the only person I’ve ever wanted any of this with. My life was terrible before you came into it, and I’m still so grateful you’re still with me. I can’t give you what you deserve, what you need, all I can give you is my undying love’

‘Din, all I need is you’ you manage to get in

He finally turns and looks at you ‘Really? You really mean that?’ He says shocked

‘I would be honoured to join clan mudhorn, if you’ll have me’

‘And what about being with me?’ He whispers

‘Din Djarin, I love you more than anything, you’re the only man I have ever or will ever love, you are everything I need and more. Please, don’t ever doubt my love for you’

‘Never’ he whispers as he leans in for your second ever keldabe kiss. Secretly longing for a real kiss.

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hoodedguitarist · 4 years ago

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Think you can Hide from Me? Part 3

Once again, Gif aint mine I just REALLY LOVE IT. It’s one of my favorite scenes of him.

Pairing: Boba Fett x Reader

Summary: You infiltrated, the plan fell into chaos, Boba is mad at you, you’re catching feels, lots of time skips and some ANGST.

Warnings? None... Really not yet at least. Slight DinxReader if you squint. This just got a lot more feelsy and I got a whole lot more invested in this than I expected to. Which honestly seems to happen a lot to me. NO SHAME.

I really want to thank everyone who has liked, favorited, reblogged, and followed! You’re all amazing and make me feel amazing too. It means a lot to me that everyone is enjoying my writing. My inbox is open and I’ll even make a Tag List if anyone is interested!

Part 1: The Infiltrator

Part 2: The Distraction

Part 4: The Reunion

Part 3: The Regret

You should have known that plan was going to go off the rails. What you didn’t know, however, was that Boba was going to end up being a casualty of it all as well, and by complete accident.

Sure, you’d been caught with the others, sure you’d been sentenced to death with the others… And oh yes Boba was pissed… Very pissed. You didn’t need to see his face to tell that he was because instead of riding in the barge, he was there to personally bind you and hold you on the way to the Sarlaac pit.

Standing next to Han and Luke was going to make this conversation very awkward, but it needed to be said.

“Ok… So you’re mad at me, right?” You said out loud. Both of them glanced over at you, but you felt Boba’s hand tighten around your shoulder and yank you backwards into him. “Ah!”

“Mad is an understatement, sweetheart,” his modulated voice hissed.

“Ok, that’s fair… I’m sorry I lied to you about the whole work thing. Really, I am.”

“Uh… (Y/N)?” Han questioned.

“Stay out of it Han,” you snapped quickly. “You too, Luke. Mind your business, both of you.”

The two backed off and tried their best not to pay attention to whatever you could possibly be talking about with the bounty hunter, someone they considered an enemy.

“Was fucking me a distraction too?” Boba growled. Now the boys were really trying not to pay attention.

“No, actually, that part was real,” you turned your head to look at him over your shoulder. “I was telling the truth when I said I’d wanted to do that ever since I saw you, and still do, if you’ll have me.”

“I think that was your last roll in the sheets, princess. If you manage to make it out of this alive somehow, I’ll know and I’ll find you,” he threatened.

“Hm, sounds fun,” you couldn’t stop yourself from grinning. “If you make it out of this alive, I’ll come back and find you too. Do we have a deal?”

Boba scoffed and you figured he felt pretty confident that this was it and you were going to die some horrible death inside the belly of this beast.

“Deal,” he finally answered.

Han and Luke both cut their eyes over at you and you shrugged. “I told you two to mind your own business.”

~*~

Things had happened so fast. One minute you were about to be shoved into the pit, the next Luke is jumping around doing Jedi stuff and mildly impressing you. You didn’t have time to admire, though, because you were struggling with one of Jabba’s guards while Han and Chewie were getting into it with Boba.

Somehow, you were trying to manage not getting killed but also trying to watch Han’s back because he was still blind, and now Chewie who had been shot… But also Boba because you really didn’t want him dying on you either. It was a weird situation all around.

You struggled with the guard and managed to land a hit, but then a blaster fired out of nowhere and hit him square in the chest, knocking him backwards and into the pit. You were startled and turned to look where the shot came from, and sure enough you saw Boba’s blaster smoking. Your heart jumped into your throat and he simply nodded to you… Until he turned his sights on Luke.

You heard Chewie howl something out, heard Han get jumpy.

“Boba Fett?? Where??” He whipped around and smacked the bounty hunter right in his jetpack, which malfunctioned and sent him flying.

“Han what the hell??” You yelled over the chaos.

“I didn’t know he was right there! I can’t see!” He yelled back. You looked over the railing rather desperately, just in time to see the bounty hunter roll into the Sarlaac pit.

Well… That was a damn shame...

~*~

Five years had passed, and the Empire was defeated. Ghosts and whispers still lingered, but the Rebellion no longer needed you. It was now the New Republic and you didn’t really have any interest in politics. You said your goodbyes to your friends, the true heroes, and went back to being on your own.

You weren’t on your own for long, however, seeing as how you got caught up in chaos with another Mandalorian. This one was different, however. He had a kid with him. You didn’t mind babysitting during the really dangerous stuff but at the same time you sort of missed the chaos. After a while, the kid wanted to be everywhere his dad was so you were able to tag along.

Being with them led you back to Tatooine, to a small place known as Mos Pelgo. You wanted to help Din get the kid back with his own kind and when they spoke of another Mandalorian in Mos Pelgo, you couldn’t help it as your heart jumped and your hopes spiked…

Especially when a ghost appeared in the doorway wearing Boba Fett’s armor.

You tensed beside Din, and he glanced at you briefly.

“Boba…?” You questioned carefully, letting your eyes run down the person in front of you. He was tall, much more thin. There was no way…

“ ‘Fraid not, darlin’,” the ghost answered.

First, you felt the icy cold stab of regret and loss all over again, then you felt the heat of anger bloom in you. Both you and Din were ready to throw down with the Marshal for entirely different reasons.

“Take it off,” Din ordered.

“Or I will,” your voice was a low warning, surprising all parties involved.

“I think I wouldn’t mind that,” the ghost now known as Cobb Vanth smirked at you.

“Yeah you say that now until you’ve got a knife in your back. Where the hell did you get that? And don’t say Jawas. That armor belonged to someone. Someone I knew!” You snapped.

“I don’t know what to tell you, honey. Anything else would be a lie. I did get it from the Jawas.”

A growl slipped your lips and you took a step forward, but Din grabbed you first. In the end, everything worked out in your favor. Cobb gave up the armor in exchange for help against the Dragon that plagued Mos Pelgo. When the two of you and the child were back safely on the Razor Crest, there were several times when Din would catch you gazing at the old armor, running your fingers across it, leaning your head against the empty helm.

He even thought he saw tears…

Finally, one night, he managed to carefully edge the story out of you. It was a little difficult, but you managed well enough.

“It was just supposed to be a fling, you know? No strings attached, just to say I did it. But there was just something about him, something else that drew me to him. I wanted him to live, I tried to protect him but so many things happened that day, and so many things went wrong way too quickly…” Your voice caught in your throat, but you laughed despite yourself. “I ended up catching feelings for this fucking bounty hunter after he supposedly died.”

“It’s possible those feelings grew from guilt,” Din said calmly. “Thank you for telling me and trusting me with this. I’m sorry this is bringing you so much pain.”

“Oh they most definitely grew from guilt, but then when I saw his armor, hope grew. He had to have come out of it. He’s got to be somewhere, I just don’t know where… And I don’t know if he’ll kill me on sight, so you might want to get ready for that too.”

“(Y/N) when are we not almost killed on sight?” There was a hint of amusement to his voice, and it made you smile. “I think we can manage,” he assured you.

“Yeah… Let’s hope…”

~*~

Seeing the armor hit you hard, but being on top of that mountain with Din and Grogu and seeing Slave 1 come out of the atmosphere and into the sky really did a number on you.

“Oh shit… Oh shit…” You muttered.

“What? Who is that?” Din looked over at you.

“I… I don’t know. It used to be Boba’s ship but there’s no damn telling now. I haven’t seen that thing in years. Somebody could have scavenged it or something.”

“Well we need to figure it out, come on,” he waved for you to follow, and you did so, trying your best not to seem too eager.

Unfortunately, that eagerness faded with the blaster fire, and the both of you took cover behind a rock.

“I’ve been tracking you, Mandalorian.”

That voice… It made your heart thunder in your chest. Masked by a modulator or not, you could tell it was him. You tensed and Din noticed. He looked over at you and you looked at him, eyes wide and lips parted. You gave a quick nod.

“It’s him… It’s Boba…”

“So not a Jedi… Great,” he whispered. The both of you eased out from behind the rock and you got your first good look at him. He was dressed in black robes, the hood thrown over his head, weapons strapped to his back.

“Boba??” You couldn’t stop yourself as you called out to him. He reached up and pushed his hood back, revealing a scarred face. It did nothing to deter you, however. He was older, but you were still just as attracted to him as you had been years ago. He stepped forward and moved closer, his eyes never leaving your face. It made you a little nervous. “If you’re going to kill me then ok, just do it, but I want you to know that I’m sorry first,” you said quickly holding your hands up. “I’m sorry for what happened that day.”

“Surprised to see me alive?” It was a simple question. No dark tone or anger.

“Relieved is more like,” you admitted. “I looked for you, for any sign of you after the war was over, but I never found anything. I knew somehow, though. I knew you’d survived, but I didn’t know if you’d want to kill me or not.”

“You know me well enough, girl. If I’d wanted to kill you, I would have done it right after I crawled out of that pit,” his eyes roved down you and you felt that old familiar rush, that feeling of playing with fire again. “It’s good to see you, princess, and we’ll talk later. For now, we need to talk about my armor that your man made off with.”

@pinkiemme @chadillacboseman If you need me I’ll be in the trash compactor thanks.

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Magnetic: Chapter 2 - All The Time in The Galaxy

Pairing: None, yet. (female reader insert; no ‘Y/N’)

Word count: 6,547

Rating: None necessary.

Summary: You receive the answer you’ve been waiting for - and get to give Grogu some news. But will you be able to handle what’s expected of you?

Author’s note:

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Friday night’s going to be a weekly thing for this story moving forward. I want to try to have it up around 6-7 PM EST, but I got very sidetracked today, so it’s late. Thanks for sticking with me on this one, and for your messages and feedback. I’m excited for the next few parts, because the story really gets going after this.

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By the end of the following day, you were exhausted. After returning to the Academy with Luke, you’d gone back to your room, tucking the crystal safely into your top drawer and then taken a long, hot shower before falling into your bed.

But you hadn’t slept long, eyes flying open again late afternoon when your door cracked open, the floating cradle at eye level. “Hey, kid.” You laid back against the pillows, taking a deep breath as he moved toward you, and then turned your head to look at him. “What do you -” You were gone. Closing your eyes again, you took a breath and nodded. “I was. Had to leave for a little while. It was important. But I’m back now, and -” Bari? You sat up at that, knees bent and feet flat on the mattress, staring straight into his eyes and shaking your head firmly. “No. It was for Master Skywalker. I had to go and do something with him, kiddo.” You reached out and Grogu reached back for you, waiting until you had a hold on him to start cooing, ears moving back and down. “You’re talkative today.”

His mind was a jumble of thoughts, and as you concentrated on them, you felt yourself relaxing again as he spoke to you that way, filling you in on what you’d missed. Oh, kid. I was only gone for a few hours, did you really miss me that much? Yes. Leaning down, you kissed the top of his head before you sat straight up and swallowed. Grogu looked up at you, lifting one arm toward your face, his eyes blinking slowly. You could tell he was off - that your absence had truly thrown him, and you shut your eyes, wrinkling your nose. “Won’t leave you here again, kid. I promise.” The two of you stayed like that for long moments, and then another of the Grogu’s thoughts reached your mind, this one stronger than the others. Hungry. Of course you are.

With a laugh, you opened your eyes again and swiftly lifted him back into his cradle, still smiling. Yeah, me too. Let’s go get dinner. Only a few minutes later, you and Grogu were making your way down the hallway side by side, stopping to say hello to a few of the people that you passed. Despite the unsease you felt sometimes from the others, Grogu was popular with the other students and Masters in the Academy, and you expected the delay, but the longer it took, the hungrier you got - and you felt that Grogu was the same. By the time you were seated at one of the tables, him floating next to you, the fatigue you felt was coming back full force, and you knew that once you ate, you’d need to go back to sleep for a few hours.

Sick? His question surprised you and you quickly told Grogu no, swallowing the food you were chewing. “No. Just really tired. I’ll be fine tomorrow, I just need sleep. You know how it is. You sleep for days at a time, kid. Sometimes. You grinned at him, rolling your eyes and gently flicking the sleeve of his robes. Whatever you say. It was his turn to laugh before he returned to his dinner and you did the same, eating quickly.

You kept up a steady stream of conversation with him mentally as you ate, and even though you were the quietest two in the room, it didn’t bother you. You were surrounded by people like you, people that understood you - people your age and older that would have been more than happy to talk to you, but you were happy to stay with Grogu, happy to indulge his questions and stories, keeping him company - and keeping him occupied. “Just you and me, kid.” You raised an eyebrow at him, giving him a lopsided smile. “Unless you -” But your thought was interrupted by the appearance of Bari, standing behind you and clearing his throat. The young man said your name, and you heard the apprehension in it before you turned, Grogu doing the same in his cradle, his head peeking over the top of it to stare upward. “Yeah?”

“You’re being called to Comm Bay 3.” He frowned. “That’s all I know, but you’re supposed to go now, he said it was important.” He who? “And you need to go alone.” He glanced over at Grogu, and then back at you. “I can walk with you, but -” You shook your head, averting your eyes and looking back at Grogu. Maybe I’m in trouble, kid. He laughed at that, scrunching his nose and lowering his ears, and you laughed, waving a hand. I’m kidding. I’ll see you later. You lifted a hand to run your fingers over the top of one of his ears, rubbing the tip of it gently and then stood, reaching for your mostly empty tray.

“I’ll be ok, Bari. Thanks, though.” But the man followed you as you walked across the cafeteria, waiting patiently as you dumped your tray and then turned toward the doorway. “Seriously, I’m fine, I know where the Bay is, I -”

“We’re all going out this weekend. Going to go get dinner and have some drinks at one of the cantinas in town.” He licked his lips, waiting for you to respond. “You should come. You’ve been distant for the last couple of weeks, and then you just went missing last night, so you’ve obviously been doing something.” He paused. “You deserve a break.” Bari reached for your arm, touching your elbow gently as you walked into the hallway and toward the lift. “Come out with me. I promise it’s just some drinks and dinner, and there’ll be -”

“Look.” You turned toward him, fighting the urge to cross your arms over your chest. “Let me see what this is about first. I can’t think of anything that I’ve done that would lead to being … summoned like this, but … who knows.” He looked shocked, but you continued. “I’ll let you know, alright? Just …” You pressed the button, sighing. “I’ll come find you when I’m done, alright?” That seemed to be enough for him because he didn’t say anything else to you - but as the doors closed behind you, you caught a strong wash of hope coming from him, focused on the fact that you hadn’t outright turned him down. It had happened so quickly that you weren’t able to clearly think about the reason that you’d been summoned - or who requested your presence - until the doors slid open and you stepped in front of the door to Comm Bay 3. It’s him. He responded. This is about…

Before you could lift a hand to knock, the second set of doors opened too, and you caught a glimpse of Luke standing in front of the large holotable at the center of the room, hands behind his back. That’s the Mandalorian. Your eyes widened as you stepped further into the room, taking in the broad shoulders and chest of the man projected above the table, the curved helmet easily discernible, even in the flickering light. “Come closer.” Luke spoke to you without looking. “I’ve already listened, but wanted to play the message for you.” Heart pounding, you stood next to him, waiting. “Why are you so anxious?” Luke finally looked over at you, a small smile on his face. “You knew -”

“Because this could change everything.” For me. For Grogu. For the galaxy. “I -”

“You shouldn’t worry.” Luke used his chin to gesture toward a button in front of him. “Go ahead.” Hand shaking slightly, you reached out, one finger pressing the button down to begin the message. You’d heard the Mandalorian��s voice through Grogu’s thoughts before, but hearing it for real shocked you, the deep tone no less imposing, though you could tell that it was heavily modulated. I wonder what it sounds like without the … But you shook your head, willing yourself to focus.

“Master Skywalker. My quest was to bring Grogu to his kind, and that’s what I did.” There was a pause, and you felt your heart sink. “When you came and took him from Moff Gideon’s light cruiser, I completed that quest. He was … he is safe with you, with the Jedi.” Oh no. He’s saying no. I was wrong, I … “You’ve updated me on his progress, and I thank you for that, but …” You saw it - the slight lowering of the Mandalorian’s shoulders that had nothing to do with the weight of his armor. “This is The Way. I don’t want to …” He paused again, lowering his helmet and you heard a quiet phrase escape from him; the words dank farrik sounding harsh in your ears. Oh, come on, Mandalorian. I can see that you don’t want to say this, why are you … “I just want what’s best for the kid. That’s all I …” There was another quiet span of seconds, Luke immobile next to you, and then the Mandalorian spoke again, tone steady. “You know how to reach me. I’ll be waiting.” The transmission ended there, and you stood in stunned silence, staring at the frozen figure in front of you. “Is he saying that he doesn’t… that Grogu’s better off …” You were confused, to say the least. You’d assumed that the Mandalorian would jump at the opportunity to have Grogu back with him, even for a short time, but it sounded like - it sounds like he’s trying to convince himself to say no.

“I agree.” Luke cleared his throat. “Did you know that Grogu - and others with his ability level can completely shut off their thoughts, eliminating their connection to the Force?” You nodded. “That’s how he survived, by cutting himself off from it. He does that with me a lot, keeps his thoughts … hidden.” He’s never done that with me, not after that first time. Luke’s smile turned into a grin. “I know he hasn’t.” He gestured to the holotable. “That’s why you’re here now. Because you’re going to convince the Mandalorian that what’s best for Grogu now is to be with him.” Me? Luke nodded, and you reached up to rub a hand over your face.

“Alright.” You let out a breath, closing your eyes. “Do you want me to send a -”

“No. He sent over instructions to reach him directly through the radio.” Your eyes went to the left, toward the communications equipment, and the two of you walked over toward it, Luke gesturing for you to take a seat. “He may not answer, but … if he does? What you say is up to you.” Up to me? That’s… “You’ve got the strongest connection with Grogu out of any of us. It has to be you.” He typed in a few things onto the board, various lights blinking, and before he pushed the final one to send the call, you gave him a single nod. You can do this. It’s for the kid.

There was silence at first and then a slight crackle, followed by the clearing of a throat. “Hello?” His voice sounds different. “Are -”

“Mandalorian.” Luke spoke, leaning back in his seat. “We got your message.”

“I didn’t think you’d call.” His voice is… You blinked, trying to figure out what was different. Is it the radio? “I wasn’t -”

“I’ve got someone I’d like you to talk to.” Luke glanced at you. “She’s the one I mentioned in my first holo, the one that’s gotten -”

“Tell me your name.” The command surprised you, because you weren’t used to anyone giving orders besides the Jedi Masters, but you replied almost immediately, giving your first and last names. “You’re Grogu’s... friend?” This is it. You have to make him believe.

“Yes, Mandalorian. Can I call you that - Mandalorian? I don’t know your -”

“Yes.” There was a long silence. “You can. Is Grogu -”

“He’s great, actually. Really smart, really funny. He… he talks about you a lot. Not really talks, but he says that it’s like it was with Ahsoka, whatever that means.”

“You can hear his thoughts.” Agreeing, you waited. “Is he happy?” You heard the man’s sadness in the simple question, and you knew that part of him wanted to hear that yes, the child was happy and thriving, but another part wanted to hear that he wasn’t, that he missed the Mandalorian.

“Sometimes.” You chose the honest path, seeing Luke nod almost imperceptibly next to you. “It’s been good for him to be around others like him, and he’s learned a lot, but he can’t … he’s not as focused as he needs to be.” You swallowed. “He sneaks into my room at night sometimes, Mandalorian. The door opens and he’s climbing into bed with me, like he doesn’t … like he’s not used to sleeping alone, even after all this time. The kid just wants … I don’t know, he just kind of babbles as he thinks, and at night? A lot of it’s about you.” You laughed. “I almost feel like I know you, and we’ve never met, because he … I don’t know how he is with other people, but stars, he loves you.” It slipped out before you could stop yourself and you froze, covering your mouth with one hand.

Straining your ears, you could have sworn you heard the man swear on the other end of the radio, but he recovered quickly. “I thought he had to complete his training before he leaves the Academy, before he can become a Jedi, so why are you -”

“He might be young, but he still deserves a choice.” Luke sighed. “I brought him here because I had to, but I don’t want to keep him here if that’s not what he … wants.”

“But he’s just a child, how does he know what he wants?” Why are you doing this? “I don’t want to be the reason he -”

“If he stays here, his attachment to you might change his life, Mandalorian.” You spoke softly, hoping that Luke wasn’t angry at the interruption. “If he can’t focus on his training, or the fact that he’s here because he’s thinking of you? It won’t do him any good to be here.” He’s run away three times already, and I … Tell him. You met Luke’s eyes, asking for confirmation, and received it with a single tilt of his head. “He’s run away three times. He didn’t go far but it was …” You trailed off, gasping. I didn’t even… “You are … were… a bounty hunter, right?” The Mandalorian confirmed with a sharp yes. “I think he… he was playing a game, like he wanted someone to …someone to find him.” You felt tears in your eyes and lifted a hand to wipe them away. “I know you’re probably very busy, but he … he needs you, Mandalorian. Not the Academy. Not the Jedi. Not the Force. Not me. You’re his …” You searched for the word that you’d heard from Grogu’s mind countless times. “.. his aliit.” His family. All he’s got.

“I don’t want to interrupt him.” You could hear the pain in the words, the man denying what you knew he wanted most. “But I …” Yes. Come on. “There are some things I need to take care of here before I can leave.” You heard the change in his voice, the slight excitement in his tone, and thought of the laugh in the memory Grogu had shown you. “How long are you thinking -”

“A few months?” Luke sighed. “To be honest, I’m not sure. I don’t want to put a time limit on it, because I want you to enjoy your time together, but … however long you -”

“For him?” You heard the laugh again, just as quiet and emotional, and you realized why it sounded different between Grogu’s memories, the holo message and this call. He’s not wearing his helmet. That means he’s somewhere alone. That means this call was entirely private for him. “I have all the time in the galaxy.” You felt a lightness in your chest at his words, and covered your face with both hands in relief. Grogu’s going home. “You mentioned sending him with someone? A chaperone?”

“Yeah.” You felt your relief waning. “About that, Mandalorian, it would be … I’d be coming with Grogu. None of the Knights or Masters can be spared, and since I’m -”

“Are you a Jedi?” He was curious, you could tell by the way the words came out, the man adding your name after a few seconds. “You must be, if you -”

“No. I’m sorry to disappoint you, but I’m not. I just … I stopped my training, but I’m still…” You chewed on your lip. “It’s complicated. But no, I’m not a Jedi.” You inhaled. “I do care about the kid. though. A lot. And I’ll do whatever it takes to keep him safe before and after he’s with you, even though from what I know about you? It won’t be necessary once you’ve got him back. I’ll just be … there.” The Mandalorian laughed again, this one a little louder, and you finally relaxed, the sound comforting you. How?

“That’s fine. It’ll be good to have someone that can be with him when I can’t.” Glancing at Luke, you saw that the man was smiling, his blue eyes on your face. “And even better to have someone that can tell me what the kid wants instead of me guessing.” It was your turn to laugh at that, the sound loud in the open room. He gave you a few seconds and then cleared his throat. “Where will we meet? How are -”

“We have to keep the location of the Academy secret, so it has to be on a neutral site. The Empire’s in ruins, but they’ve still… there’s still some risk if they find us.” The Mandalorian agreed. “We’ll send the two of them from here to somewhere larger in a transport, and then from there, provide a smaller ship to get them to a location convenient for you.”

“Are you a pilot, too?” You heard a slightly teasing tone in the Mandalorian’s voice, and you were quick to answer him. “No. I mean, I can fly if I need to, but it’s not … not something I’ve got a lot of experience with. Ground vehicles, yeah. Speeders? I’m great, but … space?” You were chewing on your lip, eyes narrowed. “No, sorry.”

“We have pilots.” Luke spoke again. “I just need to know where to -”

“Nevarro.” The single word meant nothing to you, aside form recalling it from Grogu’s stories, but you felt excitement at hearing it nonetheless. “I have … friends there. It’s safe. If I’m late getting there for some reason, Grogu … the people there can be trusted.” As the two men began to talk details, you leaned back in your seat, rubbing at your forehead with your fingertips. He’s going home, and I’m going with him.

You were excited and nervous at the same time, the voices of the men background noise to your thoughts. I’ll need to pack. I’ll need to take pretty much everything, but that feels like … You were pulled out of your thoughts by the Mandalorian repeating your name again, and you blinked furiously to focus. “What? I’m sorry, I -”

“Will you be able to take care of everything to leave in a week?” A week? You looked at Luke, who said nothing, just watching you. “I shouldn’t need longer, but if you -” A refresher course in lightsabers in a week? Saying goodbye to my friends, getting my credits in order …

“A week is perfect.” As soon as you said it, you felt an overwhelming sense of relief. “One question, though. How … how much room will I have for my things? And Grogu’s? He has more now than when he came here, and months are -”

“You’ll have more room on Mandalore than on my ship.” You heard him inhale. “Pack light. Whatever else you need, we can get after … we meet.” Agreeing, you turned your head to the side and pressed a hand to your mouth, closing your eyes. Guess I’m not taking everything. “Is that -”

“That’s fine, Mandalorian.” You spoke quietly, trying to keep your voice even. “More than fine.” The conversation ended shortly after that, and you and Luke sat in silence for long moments, the only sound your breathing.

“You’ll need to begin your build as soon as possible, then.” Glancing over, you saw that the thoughtful look was back on his face. “You can start tonight, if you want, we have materials on hand for you to choose from, and the architect droid is available to you whenever you need it.” Nodding, you felt your heart rate quicken. “But first, it’s time to go and tell Grogu that he’s …” Luke paused, shoulders lowering slightly. “That he’s going back to his clan.”

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It only took the two of you a few minutes to find the child, toddling around in the supervised room with the other younglings, robes trailing on the ground behind him as they played together. He sensed your presence almost immediately, turning to face you, but stopped moving when he saw Luke standing next to you. Trouble? You smiled, kneeling down and holding your arms out. “Nope, kiddo. Come here.” He walked toward you cautiously, head angled up and looking between you and the man curiously, but when you touched him, you were a split second too slow to wipe the thought of the Mandalorian from your mind, Grogu’s eyes widening and a sharp cry leaving his mouth. Hurt? “No, it’s ok, kid. I promise.”

The three of you walked into the hallway silently, though you knew that Luke could also hear the child’s endless questions, but the man’s mind was blank. Calm down, kid. Give him a second. Grogu narrowed his eyes at you, frowning and you bit back a laugh at the expression, turning him in your arms so that he could look at Luke. “Grogu.” He stilled at the sound of Luke’s voice, going silent. “How would you feel about taking a trip?” Trip? You nodded, and so did Luke. Where? But Luke didn’t respond, instead looking to you. Oh, I get to … You took a deep breath, turning him in your arms again and raising him up so that he was closer to eye-level.

Grogu’s eyes were full of curiosity, his little mouth moving as he watched you, and you decided to go for it, offering him a large smile. “You and I are gonna go on a trip, kid. We’re gonna go and see your dad.” His reaction was immediate - and it made your knees buckle, Luke reaching out to steady you. Oh, I’ve never felt anything like … The child was nearly vibrating with joy, mouth open in a wide smile and his arms waving in the air. Home! Luke’s grip tightened but then he let you go and you focused on Grogu, unsure of what else to say. Yeah, kid. Home. You’re gonna get to see the Mandalorian again, and we get to get outta here for a little while. You winked at him. “I have a couple things I need to do here before we can leave, but…” You leaned in, whispering into his ear, rubbing the end between two fingers. “We’re leaving in a week, kid.”

Even Luke laughed at Grogu’s reaction, a loud squeal and his hands clapping together only a few inches from your face. “Alright, Grogu. Let’s let her get to work.” He turned his head toward Luke and then back toward you, cocking it to the side. “She’s got a lightsaber to build.”

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Luke and Grogu had walked you down to one of the workshops, both of them stopping at the doorway and waiting. “I gotta go in now, kid.” You reached out, thumbing over one of his chubby cheeks and smiled again. “Gotta build this so I can help keep you safe when we’re on Mandalore.” Safe with him. You nodded, eyes flicking to the doorway. Safe with you. “That’s the idea, pal.”

You’d stayed awake through the night, listening carefully to the droid’s instructions as you dug through the spare parts and machinery, trying to pick out the pieces you thought would work for your hilt, scrounging through the electronics to find the parts that were rattled off by the ever present, overly helpful droid standing across the table from you. I’m lucky, you realized right around daybreak, as you pushed your hair away from your face. I have a workshop, I have tools, I have materials… others aren’t this lucky.

You hadn’t tried to do anything fancy with the hilt; it was a standard cylinder shape, with notched metal near the end of the sleeve for better grip; the switch and endcap ringed with bronze accents that matched the handle part of the sleeve, but the top portion of the sleeve featured the most detail - tiny inscriptions that you painstakingly etched in - the coordinates of your home planet included.

You were proud of what you’d done with the scraps of titanium and durasteel, even somehow finding a tiny cube of pure gold to melt down and fill in the etchings with. It was simple but effective, and though you were sure that if you’d had more time, you could have done better, you were happy with the outcome, turning over the smooth hilt in your hands and raising it to catch the light. Glancing at the table to your left - the place you’d insert it before attempting to ignite it for the first time, testing the construction and shielding your face in case of an untimely explosion, you groaned. Not today. I need some sleep.

You cleaned up the majority of your scraps and trash, storing what you needed in one bin and throwing the unusable parts into the incinerator slot, and stood up to stretch. “Lunch. And then sleep, and then I’ll… try the circuits and the emitter.” You knew that the interior was the most important part of the saber, and didn’t want to attempt it while you were less than completely alert. Gotta make sure this thing doesn’t kill me when I turn it on.

Turning the lights off as you left the room after powering down the droid, you took the lift back to the dining hall, almost on autopilot as you made your way through the line, picking things that wouldn’t take you too long to eat. I just want to sleep. I need to lay down, I…

You knew that Grogu was in class and wouldn’t come in while you ate, but you were still unprepared for Bari’s intrusion, the man sliding into the seat across from you unannounced. Oh, he’s upset. You sighed as you felt the emotion, forcing yourself not to look up until he spoke, continuing to spoon broth into your mouth. “Were you going to tell me you’re leaving?” He leaned in, brow furrowed. “We were supposed to go out this weekend, and I had to find out from one of the Padawans that you and Grogu are -”

“We’re leaving next week, yes.” You sighed. “We’re going to -”

“Why are you going with him? That Mandalorian can -” You gritted your teeth, fighting the urge to snap back at the man. “Isn’t he supposed to be some fierce warrior? Capable of -”

“I’m not sure what he’s capable of, actually.” You took a drink from your cup, setting it down carefully. “I know what Grogu’s… thoughts are about him, and what I’ve read about the Mandalorians, but I …” I don’t know him, though. “But if you’re talking about him being capable of protecting Grogu?” You shook your head. “Of course he is, but he still needs to get there first, and there’s no way Master Skywalker or anyone else or I would let him jump into a ship and fly across the galaxy by himself, Bari. That’s kriffing …” You stopped, thinking. “What aren’t you saying?”

You looked directly into his eyes for the first time that day, not trying to keep his thoughts out. Say it, Bari. “I don’t understand why you have to go. How long will you be gone for?” You chewed on your lower lip. “I’m not sure. There’s no time limit, no… no return date. Everyone’s trying to give Grogu a choice, and if he thinks we’re rushing him, he -”

“He’s a damn kid, and you’re letting him choose whether or not he wants to stay with the man that -” Bari’s nostrils flared. “So I’m just supposed to sit here and not know when you’ll be back? Know that you’re at the mercy of a damn Mandalorian for the -”

“They’re not barbarians.” You pushed your plate away, crossing your arms over your chest. “And anyone that cares as much about a kid as much as this Mandalorian cares about Grogu won’t be dangerous to me - or to him. I’m not a threat to him, and I’m escorting his kid home.” Home. You turned the word over in your head, feeling yourself smile slightly. “And it’s not like you and I are together, Bari, so I appreciate the concern, but I’m going. I’m not afraid, and this isn’t your decision.” Unlike the last time you’d left a planet you considered home, you were making the choice this time - not running, but traveling, doing your part. “I’m not meant to be a Jedi, but maybe I… maybe this is what I was supposed to do, you know? Help the kid get back to his dad and figure out his place in the galaxy.”

“We’re not together because you’d never give it a chance.” He stood, smacking a hand down against the table. “But by all means, go. Fly halfway across the galaxy to get that kid back to the King of Mandalore, so that he can spend an hour a day with him while he figures his druk out.” Bari leaned forward, lip curled, but even though what he said was meant to hurt you, you felt that believing it hurt him, too. “You’re better than this. You deserve to be treated like more than a glorified nurse droid.” With a gasp, you recoiled from him and Bari turned away from the table, striding away without saying anything else.

You considered going after him, but chose not to, instead returning to the remainder of your meal, picking through the remnants. He’s wrong. The Mandalorian will make time for Grogu. He wouldn’t have wanted him to come back if … But at least part of Bari’s outburst was true - he was the King of Mandalore - the Mand’alor - and would be busy. Wait, should I have been calling him that instead of … You clapped a hand over your mouth, eyes widening. Oh, I must have offended him, I should have known better. “I’ll apologize.” You sighed, lowering your hand and your head. “As soon as I meet him, I’ll apologize.”

Ignoring the rest of the people around you, you finished your meal in complete silence.

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It was late that night when you finally removed your goggles and gloves, staring down at the table in front of you. After a few hours of rest, you’d returned to the lower level, greeting the droid once it was back online, and picking up where you left off. The circuits and interior components assembly had gone much faster than the exterior construction, but when it came time to insert the kyber crystal into the chamber, you were nervous. This is where it all goes wrong.

But instead of letting that fear overtake you, you rationalized that the Gathering and building was typically completed by people half your age, if not younger, and they most often turned out fine. That thought clear in your head, you reached forward, picking up the tiny crystal and holding it in front of your eyes. “I know this is supposed to take longer. And I’m supposed to win you in the Trials, and …” You sighed. “Just please don’t blow up on me? I gotta get that kid home, and I don’t want the Mandaorian’s first impression of me to be covered in bacta and bandages.” You’re talking to a rock. You laughed out loud at the thought, swearing under your breath, and then lowered your hand toward the hilt, the crystal held between your fingers. “Here we go.”

Sliding it into place - there was just enough room in the central chamber - you took a deep breath, twisted the emitter into position to close it up, and shut your eyes. Fingers wrapping around the cylinder, you lifted it slowly, thumb sliding up and toward the switch. Wait. You opened your eyes, thinking. If it’s powered by the crystals which are powered by the Force then … You concentrated on the metal held in your hand, focusing on the crystal inside of it, though you didn’t know what you were looking for. Maybe I’ll know it when I … You felt it then, a miniscule shift of the crystal’s position, realigning itself in the small chamber, and then you felt the weight of the hilt all but disappear in your hand, your eyes once again open. Oh, it… You glanced down at your hand, thumb again on the switch. It’s going to light. It’s going to work.

You were certain of it - almost as certain as you’d been when you stepped across the floor of the cave toward the kyber in the first place, and just as certain as you’d been when you’d found Grogu in the forest. Taking one last deep breath, you lifted the hilt higher, angling it up and away from you, and pushing up on the switch. Within seconds, you heard a familiar hum, the handle buzzing gently in your hand, and the lightsaber ignited, bathing the room in a pale glow.

It wasn’t bright blue or green, nor was it purple or yellow. Your lightsaber was instead a rich golden color, and as you turned it gently in your hand, you noticed an undertone to the blade’s center - an almost darker orange, tinged with pink that reminded you of the setting sun. Oh, that’s… beautiful. You spun it in your hand twice, getting a feel for it, and in those two turns, you felt the training you’d had come back, the grin on your face growing as you laughed. “Oh, I missed … I missed this.” Stepping back from the table entirely, you continued to move your wrist, waving the blade of light around to ensure that the beam was steady. It didn’t go out and after a few minutes you extinguished it, letting out a deep breath and clipping it to your belt before you covered it with your shirt. Probably shouldn’t just have that on display while I’m going to bed.

You cleaned everything up and then left the room again, stopping at one of the terminals on your way and sending a message to Luke, telling him that whenever he was ready to restart your weapons training, you were, too. I feel like I have a purpose. I feel … this feels right. You didn’t try to conceal your emotion as you headed back to your room, and you knew that if Grogu was even close to being awake, he’d feel it, so you quickly changed into your bedclothes and climbed between the blankets, eyes on the ceiling. He’s going to come tonight. He’ll be too excited to sleep, he -

Like clockwork, you heard the door creak open and saw the faint strip of light, Grogu’s quiet coos reaching your ears a second later. “C’mon, kid.” He was in his carriage this time, hovering low to the ground, and instead of waiting for you to reach for him, he raised it and then climbed out, pressing one button with a finger and sending it off into the corner before turning to face you. You’re very happy. “I am.” He reached out, putting a hand atop yours and closing his eyes, thinking. You felt him in your mind, and made it simpler for him, thinking of the color of your blade, letting him see how it looked, feel the way it felt in your hand. “You’re getting stronger, little one.” Grogu opened his eyes and then blinked at you. You too. “Nah, I’m just more confident, I guess. I built that thing and didn’t hurt anyone.”

He laid down next to you, and you pulled the blankets up and around both of you, making sure that they didn’t cover his face. His mind was racing, but the thoughts were all disjointed; images of desert landscapes racing by, of the Mandalorian’s side profile, glints of light from the stars reflecting off of his armor in the darkness, the Mudhorn, a river of lava, a woman with long, dark hair and a wide smile, children in a classroom. The more he showed you, the more he wound down, but his thoughts always cycled back to the Mandalorian before they raced forward. “You got a lot going on in there tonight, don’t you.” You murmured the words, feeling that both of you were falling asleep. “Lots to say, hmm?” He didn’t answer, just quietly cooed from in front of you, and then you felt one of his hands tighten around your arm, a single memory standing out in his mind.

He was sitting on a crate, the Mandalorian next to him, and there was a bowl in his hands. To your surprise, you watched as the Mandalorian lifted his helmet slightly, taking a long drink from the matching bowl that he held. Wait, what? Dumbfounded, you let the memory continue playing, watching as the man did it again, a glimpse of his chin and lower lip visible - just for a second. But that means… “Grogu.” He startled at the use of his name and you watched as he sleepily blinked up at you. “You’ve seen his face, haven’t you?” Yes. “Don’t ever let me see it, alright? You’re his aliit, I’m not. I have no right to … please don’t ever … don’t take that away from him.” It is the Way.

It was the most serious thought you’d ever heard from him, but you felt that he was agreeing with you, making a promise that no matter how close he felt to you, he wouldn’t compromise the Mandalorian’s creed by even giving you a larger glimpse of the face hidden beneath the helmet. But I’m glad you know what your dad looks like.

As Grogu’s breaths lengthened, you felt yours doing the same, the activities from the previous few days finally catching up with you. If he took his helmet off for the kid, there’s no way he’d ever let anything happen to him. Bari’s out of his mind. It’ll be perfectly safe with him. Eyes closed, you began to drift off when you heard one more of Grogu’s thoughts - this one drawn out and slow, coming from the edges of sleep. Both safe.

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chalterdh22 · 1 year ago

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Chapter 29: Can we Talk About Last Night?

After my little meet and greet with Din, the night went sloooooooowwwwww! At 6 am I made my way back to our patrol post, returned my comm and weapons, and made my way out to the speeder. Stuck on the speeder was a note from Greef. “Talked to your mom for you. You should call her back though!” Ugh, yeah, I should.

I grabbed the note, threw it away and went back inside to use their long-distance comm.

“Suri to Peli. Come in Peli.” I spoke into the mouthpiece. “Mom, hello? You there?”

“Yes, I’m here! What are you getting on about having someone send me messages about you? You told me 7 days! It’s been over three weeks!” Boy, she’s upset. I just let her yell. She had every reason to be angry.

“Mom, mom, I get it! I’m sorry! I should have touched base. Did Greef tell you I got a job here?”

“Of course, he did! And I don’t know about that either. It sounds dangerous, Suri!”

“Mom, it’s a safe city. Not much happens here, not like Tatooine!”

“Ok, ok. Whatever you say, I’ll believe. So, what’s been going on? Anything fun? You didn’t kill off Din, did you? No, don’t tell me, just tell me if my little man is ok!”

Grogu is great! Din is still alive, thank you very much.” I was full blown smiling at this point. Ugh, I wanted to tell her about my predicament, but didn’t really want to involve her if nothing is going to happen. One guy is gone for a few weeks, and the one is socially special, and super dangerous!

“I worry about you too, but honestly girl, I didn’t know how well you would get along with him. I mean, you’re not like me! I get along with everyone!”

“Sure, sure, Mom. Of course, you do.”

“Hey, I have to go. Some spider head is out back, and I think he’s trying to steal something. Love you girl! Hope to see you soon!” And then she disconnected. I shook my head, oh mom, I thought. Somethings never change. I should really get back and see her in the next couple of weeks though.

I walked back out to my speeder, hopped in, and rode back to the cabin. Din was running through my head, like what would I say when I saw him? Do I go up and hug him, or just act normal? Would Grogu know something happened? And then I felt the small beat of the necklace Trevo gave me flopping on my neckline. Ugh, what am I supposed to do now? Did Din know we had kissed? Should I say something.

Seriously, years go by and nothing! Now, there’s two guys, who are night and day different, who actually liked me, and I liked them.

By the time all these thoughts went through my brain, I arrived at the cabin. I just need to sleep I thought. I hopped off the speeder, walked in and Din was in the kitchen with the kid, making him something to eat. Well, here we go, I thought. I threw my new bag, which now had a new swimsuit in it, on the sofa.

“Hey guys! Good morning!” Grogu was busy eating, who knows what, and Din was using the stove, so his back was to me. I walked slowly up to him, hugged him around his waist. “Good morning.” I whispered softly. He stopped what he was doing, removed it from the stove so it wouldn’t burn and turned to me. He took his hands, and gently held me.

“Good morning.” I leaned into his chest and gave him a big hug. “Do you want something to eat?”

“Sure, but then I have to sleep.” I sat down with him and ate at the table with Grogu. The kid actually saw me sitting there and waddled over to me. He touched the necklace Trevo borrowed to me and cooed. “I know. Isn’t it pretty? It’s a gift, but I have to give it back. It’s for safe keeping is all.”

“Where did you get it?”

“From a friend.”

“Hm, and why does this friend want it back?” I kept shoveling food in my mouth as to not have to answer. Finally, I stopped chewing and looked at him.

“He has to take care of some business on another planet and gave me it to hold onto for him for when he returns, is all.” I didn’t really make eye-contact when I said that which made what I said even more weird. I yawned and quickly stood up. “I’m going to sleep now if that’s ok.” I quickly said and dropped on the couch, as not to give him another option. Ugh, I feel horrible acting like this.

Din got up, walked to the sofa by my head, and kneeled next to me. “We should probably talk about last night.” He put his gloved hand on my head. It felt so good.

“I know. We will. I promise. Can you wake me up in 6 hours please?”

“Yes.” He stood up. I heard the door open, and they both left. I threw a pillow over my eyes and fell asleep.

“Suri. Wake up, Suri.” I felt my shoulders being shaken slightly. I blinked my eyes open, and Din was right next to my head again, squatting down.

“Hey,” I said sleepily. “Has it been 6 hours?”

“Yes.” He stood up and took my hand to help me up. I gave him a hug. He leaned his helmet onto my shoulder. “What were you dreaming about?”

My eyes opened wide. Sometimes I remember and sometimes not. “Why? Did I hurt anyone? Is everything ok?” I asked panicking, sitting back on the couch. He sat down next to me softly.

“No, no! Nothing like that. It’s just, you were whispering my Din a few times, and you had the cutest smile on your face.” I had sunk back onto the couch, turning all red.

“Don’t watch me sleep, Din! Geesh!”

“I wasn’t. I heard you say my name and I went inside to see if you needed something. I realized you were still asleep.”

“Oh, ok. No, I don’t remember what I was dreaming about.” I paused and grinned at him. “Probably me taking you down in a real fight or something! That’d explain my smile at least!” I laughed, and he sighed, getting to his feet. “Where’s the kid?”

“Pond. Can we talk now?”

“Yeah, just let me wash up quickly.” About 20 minutes later, I came out and felt totally refreshed now. I grabbed a piece of fruit and bread off the counter and walked to Din who was outside, down by the pond. I sat down next to him and started to eat.

“Feel better?” I nodded with food in my mouth. He chuckled.

He let me scarf my food down, like I usually do. I leaned back on my elbows, stretching out a bit. Din turned to look at me now. “So,” I started. “About last night,”

“Wait, can I start?” he asked quickly, cutting me off. He seemed to have something to say, which was perfect because I had no clue!

I sat up next to him now. “Sure!”

He sighed and held my hands in his lap. “Last night was one of the best nights I have ever had.” He paused. His voice sounded weirder than normal. I turned and totally faced him, realizing how difficult this was for him. He probably never has dealt with something like this before. I squeezed his hands tighter.

“It’s ok. Tell me what you want to say.” Reassuring him, everything will be ok.

“I don’t know how to be there for you. I don’t know what you need from me.”

“We can do everything at your pace. I’m patient. Your relationship with Grogu didn’t happen in one night, right?”

“No, it didn’t.”

“See, sometimes it takes time to figure out what we need from each other. There’s no right way to handle this.”

He nodded and sighed again. “I must take Grogu on a mission tomorrow. We should be back in a week. Is that ok?”

I all but laughed. “Did a Mandalorian ask me if it was ok for him to go on a mission? That’s a first!” I said teasingly. I looked at him and he was still. “You know what I want? When you are home, I would like to not be talking to a wall! I want some reaction, good, bad, or ugly! I want a small bit of sense of humor to come out of you! That’s what I want!” I all but was yelling at him. I knew he wouldn’t just change completely, but at least he knew he could let his guard down around the kid and me.

“Ok, but I’m not telling any jokes.” Wait, was that a joke?

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pedrobois-fanfic-collections · 4 years ago

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MandoxReader: The Escapee Pt4

I don’t really know what I wrote

You watched the door to the Razor Crest close, Grogu in your arms. The child cooed sadly as his dad disappeared from sight.

“I know, little guy, he’ll be back though.” You muttered unconvincingly, taking Grogu’s hand and squeezing it gently.

The Crest had landed a short while ago on the planet Voss. Voss was home to a cunning alien race known for its trickery and deception, its complete neutrality always between the Republic and the Empire, and unusual affinity with the force. One of Mando’s bounties had chosen to hide out here. Or perhaps, one of Mando’s bounties was a Voss. He didn’t say.

You felt uneasy as you set Grogu down so you could make him a snack.

Sighing, you shook your head. You had no business fretting over the Mandalorian, he could handle himself. Besides, you had only known the fearsome warrior a few days at this point. What reason could you possibly have beyond a business relationship for caring about him?

You bit your lip as your cheeks heated up from the steam coming off the water heating on the stove. The water sure had heated up fast, your marveled, idly.

Eventually the stew properly heated and you set it before Grogu. He looked at it uninterested.

“C’mon, you’re going to have to eat at some point, I know you miss your dad.”

Grogu’s ears drooped, and his normally bright black eyes looked dull.

You pondered for a moment before holding up your index finger.

Turning around, you climbed up the ladder to the cockpit and found the lever with the ball that always caught Grogu’s eye. Quickly you twisted it free and returned back to the lower level.

“Grogu.” You started softly, holding it out, “I have something for you.”

Grogu looked up excitedly, noticing the ball. Holding out his hands and squinting his eyes, you watched as he focused for a moment. His whole body seemed to shake and then suddenly… the ball shot out of your hand.

Your mouth dropped open and you gasped.

“How did you do that?” You blinked at him. “That was incredible!”

Grogu cooed softly, gripping the ball tightly and rolling it back and forth in his hands.

“Ok, well now you have it, you have to eat some soup, that was the deal.” You put your hands on your hips.

Grogu looked up at you and opened his mouth with a cross between a smile and a giggle.

You bent down and handed the soup bowl to him, “drink up, you have to be big and strong like your dad. Got it, mister?”

Carefully setting the ball down next to him, Grogu took the bowl from you and began to drink. All the while, he watched you curiously from over the bowl, seeming to wonder what you would do. You sat down opposite him, and drank your own soup, watching him just as closely.

Eventually the two of you finished your meals and you Grogu’s eyes began to droop. You carefully scooped him into your arms, climbed the short distance into the cockpit and placed him gently in his pram. With a soft his, the pram slid shut and the world disappeared around him.

You smiled, pleased at your first day of babysitting.

Looking around, you wondered what you were supposed to do now. Mando’s captain chair stared invitingly back at you. You pictured him sitting in it, spinning around to face you; how he would stare imperiously down at you from the black visor of his helmet.

Feeling dangerous, you twisted the chair around and sank into it.

The chair was surprisingly comfortable. No wonder Mando often slept in it. You shifted around, finding a position you liked and leaning your head to the side. Yea. This wasn’t too bad, you figured, you could sleep here if you needed. You glanced at the copilot’s chair, that one hadn’t been that uncomfortable either, now that you considered it.

You started upright.

There was a noise down below.

Listening intently, you held your breath, straining to hear.

The Crest’s outer door closed.

You looked to Grogu and shoved his pram into a corner hoping it wouldn’t be noticed. Cursing yourself softly, you remembered you left the blaster Mando had given you in the event of an intruder down below.

But then, no one could get on the Crest without armed entry.

So it had to be…

“Mando?” You mumbled uncertainly, slowly rising from the seat and walking over to the ladder. He couldn’t have been gone for more than three hours. Mando had assured you this would be an overnight bounty.

You heard the ‘fresher door open and close and nothing else.

Silently you waited for the water to turn on, but nothing came.

Growing uneasy, you climbed down the ladder and looked around, blinking.

Mando’s pauldrons were discarded in a haphazard pile outside the door to the ‘fresher. You recoiled in confusion. Looking around as you saw a trail of discarded weapons and a poor attempt at removal of armor.

Concern rising, you moved to knock on the ‘fresher door.

There was silence for a moment before a strained, “Yes?” From a modulated helmet. That was good, he was still wearing his helmet.

You exhaled slowly, “Um, are you alright? There’s a bunch of weapons out here and some armor…” You trailed off, bending down and picking up the pauldrons. It was your first real opportunity to examine the crest so closely, some sort of horned creature.

There was heavy thudding and shifting from within the ‘fresher and the door opened.

Your eyes widened in shock at the sight before you.

Mando, still wearing his helmet, his boots, and his trousers. Though with his shirt half tangled over his head, one glove still on, his cloak seeming to be half attached and otherwise the rest of his armor lying behind him in a pile on the floor.

It took all your willpower to keep your mouth from dropping open and gawking the deeply tanned skin of his torso, marred with a myriad of scars but deeply toned. Fighting to keep your words you blinked and forced yourself to look back up at the visor that was slightly obscured by his tattered shirt.

“What happened, why are you-?” You looked back down at his torso and noticed a bloodied wound in his side. It seemed relatively small, but Mando was cringing in pain and nearly doubled over from its location. You looked closer and saw from the wound, it seemed to radiate black lightning on the skin. Angry jagged bolts arching across his skin far away from the initial wound and spreading fast. “Poison.” You breathed.

Mando gripped the doorway with both hands, sliding down to his knees, hitting the ground hard and shook his head. “They expected me.” He groaned, moaning softly in pain. A thin sheen of sweat began to build up on his skin.

You bit your lip, looking around. “You’re going to want that helmet off, I can see the fever coming.”

“No.” Mando shuddered.

“Maker help me.” You shook your head. “Where’s your medkit, please tell me you have kolto, bacta at least? Something?”

Mando nodded, “Just keep Grogu safe.”

“I’ll keep you alive too, damn fool.” You grumbled, stalking off to look for the kit. “It’s a stupid creed!” You called over your shoulder.

When you returned, kit in hand, Mando was slumped against the ‘fresher wall, the wound inky black in a solid circle. The jagged lightning strikes had spread further through his body, across his veins.

You grabbed a vibroknife from his boot and slashed the last of his shirt apart, pulling it from his head, careful not to remove his helmet.

The movement jolted Mando back to life.

With viselike strength his hand shot out and grabbed your wrist. You yelped, crying out. “Hey! I was just getting your shirt off!”

Immediately he released your hand and pulled back. “I’m sorry.”

Choosing to forgo rubbing your wrist, you grabbed the bacta shot and stabbed it into the worst of the poison. “That should stop the spread. And ease the pain.” Biting your lip, you reached around his head and slipped your hand under his helmet.

“What are you doing?”

“I can’t take your helmet off to check for a fever, so this is the best I can do.” You pressed your hand to the back of his neck, hand brushing against soft locks of hair. It was hard not to wonder what color they were, though given the bits of hair poking up on his stomach, you had a vague idea. You swallowed hard.

The visor stayed fixedly on you.

“We’ve gotta get you cooled down.” You mumbled, glancing at the shower.

“I am cold.” Mando muttered, leaning his head back.

You reached into the medpac for more things, “This should help with fever.” You smeared it on the wound. “But into the shower you go.”

Mando rested his hand on top of yours as you smeared the medicine. The black of the visor staring down at your combined hands.

You felt your cheeks heat up again as you laughed nervously, “Heh, heh, oh great, the delirium is setting in… oh goody, this is just what I need.” You pulled your hand away, but he held fast. “Look, why don’t you get cleaned up in the shower, while I go look on the holonet what type of poison this is and we can look up an antidote and then get this taken care of, hmm, what do you think?”

“I’m cold.” Mando mumbled.

“And the shower is very warm. See, let me show you.” You moved to stand up but with surprising strength given his feverish state, he tugged you back into his arms and held you against his chest. How Mando could possibly be cold was beyond you, the guy was a radiator of heat. You imagined if he was on Hoth he would be the perfect person to be stuck up against. With his bare chest pressed up against your light shirt you could feel the fevered heat seeping into your skin, another heat of your own you were trying to ignore in your own body along your face, neck and chest.

“Mesh’la.” Mando hummed.

“Uh, listen. I don’t know what that means but I don’t think you’re in your right mind to be saying it.”

Mando pressed his helmet to your forehead and held it there for a moment, before pulling away and slumping against the wall. He seemed satisfied but still gripped you tight in his arms.

“Mando.” You whined, “You’ve been poisoned, I don’t know if it’s lethal. Get in the damn shower and let me go look for an antidote.” It was becoming more and more difficult to think as your cheek was rubbed more against his chest. Why were you complaining so much really? If you wanted, you could just pepper his smooth skin with kisses, and he would let you.

You pushed on his chest abruptly.

“Get in the shower right now.”

“Anything for you, mesh’la.” Mando still seemed dazed as he extricated himself from you, slowly stumbling towards the shower.

You walked over and turned on the water as cold as you could make it. “Take your helmet off too.” Turning around, you listened for a difference in the sound of the water. Satisfied by the change you abruptly heard a Mando speak.

“What the hell?” It was weird hearing his voice without the modulator, and you knew you would miss it.

“You’ve been poisoned and delirious. I need to get on the holonet to see what the antidote is too it, but the fever has been the worst part from what I can tell.”

“Is that why you’re in the ‘fresher with me?” Did Mando sound shy?

“I made you keep your helmet on. Trust me, your delirious self was all too happy to take it off.”

The water turned off. There was a soft hissing noise and Mando’s voice was modulated once again, “Thank you for respecting,” he trailed off, stumbling forward.

You caught him, “Don’t worry about it. It’s basic respect.”

“You’d be surprised.” Mando’s voice sounded weak, “Just about everyone else is eager to see us without our helmets.”

You shrugged, “Yea, well I guess I’m not everyone else.”

“You’re not curious?”

“Oh I’m completely curious, but if you’re going to show me, I’ll know it when you’re ready.”

Mando nodded.

“Now you sit down, I’ll go get you a blanket so you don’t get too cold, and I’ll be right back.”

During the time that you were downstairs, Grogu had woken up. After looking through the holonet in the cabin and finding the ingredients that would be necessary – a solution of bacta and some berries rare to Voss but common to most other planets – you brought Grogu with you back down to where you left Mando.

Grogu rushed over to Mando’s side and cooed excitedly to see his father back so soon.

“I didn’t get the bounty.” Mando grunted.

Grogu tilted his head.

“I don’t think this one is worth it.” You interjected.

Mando looked at you but didn’t say anything.

“I think tonight we should sleep in the hull.”

Mando tilted his head and Grogu’s ears perked up.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to sleep alone in case the poison acts up again and the hull is the biggest area for everyone to bunk out. I don’t want your fever to come back. That delirium was,” you bit your lip, “scary.”

Mando was once in a shirt, though his armor was still removed, the wound now wrapped. It was a small wound after all, but the poison had its lingering effects.

“I have the larger room. You could just stay in my room if it’s about making sure I don’t become delirious again.” Mando offered.

You swallowed hard, “Uh, sure, that works.”

Bedtime quickly arrived and you found yourself staring at Mando’s bed.

There was room for two. Loosely speaking.

If those two people were rather close together.

Maker help you.

Mando walked up behind you completely devoid of armor and now only wearing the clothing he wore under his armor. And of course his helmet.

“You sure you want to sleep in that helmet?” You asked.

Mand stared back at you, silent for a bit.

You were just about to assume he wasn’t going to answer when he broke his silence.

“I suppose there’s one way.”

You swallowed hard, turning to look at him fully.

Mando bent down and rummaged in one of the boxes and pulled out a particularly tattered cloak of his. With impressive strength, he ripped it further and held it up to you. You looked at it and he motioned for you to turn around. Carefully, he slid the piece of material over your eyes, tying it behind your head until the world was completely black.

“Can you see?” Came the modulated voice from behind you.

You shook your head.

There was a soft his, a light clunk and then, in that same soft deep voice you had heard before, “Good.”

You smiled, turning back around and blindly reaching around, trying to pat his shoulder. Mando grabbed your hand as you waved your hand through the air. With his hand as a point of reference, you reached out and managed to almost pat him on the shoulder. “There, now you can be comfortable.”

Mando chuckled and you found it sounded much softer than it did beneath the modulated tone.

“Alright you, time for bed.”

Din stared at you in awe, a smile stuck on his face as he watched you blindly climb into the bed. Grogu was already locked into his pram for the night. But you, to volunteer to let Din sleep comfortably and keep his creed… and to do this to make sure the poison didn’t flare up again in the middle of the night.

Din watched you collapse on the bed rolling over onto your back and giggling as you accidentally took up the whole cot. He didn’t remember any of the delirium episode, but he did long to crawl over you, straddle your hips and kiss you until you couldn’t think straight, if you let him. Another time.

Crawling in after you, Din slid you over and pressed his back to yours so as to give you the most privacy and space. He stiffened in pleasant surprise as you subconsciously wriggled your back into him. The two of you soon fast asleep.

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tonksie-writes · 4 years ago

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A Mark and a Soul||Chapter 2

Summery: Din has always wanted to meet his soulmate. The moment that he met Cara he knew it was her. Now he’s all but alone in the universe he has to decide his next steps and she distracts him.

Rating: M (This chapter)

A/N: Ok! So I continue to have NO IDEA where this fic is going to take us so join me for this ride of unknown! I’m also shocked because I’ve actually been doing really well with keeping up on this! I’m not normally very good at that especially with no plan! If anyone has prompts or things they’d love to see I would love to hear them cause RN I’m flying blind! This chapter has smut! It’s very obvious when it’s about to start trust me you’ll know! And it goes to the end of the chapter so if you aren’t a fan of reading that you can easily skip you won’t miss anything I promise! Also it’s been a HOT minute since I wrote smut and while yes I have my history with it I’m looking at you 20 pages of one BDSM scene I haven’t written anything like this is a FEW years so please forgive me if I’m rusty. So please enjoy

Prologue, Ch 1 , AO3

Din has spent a lot of his life dreaming about his soulmate. He had always wondered what that person would look like, what they would be like. His parents had been soulmates and while mandalorians took an oath to give up their soulmates, just as they gave up their ability to show their face, Din had grown up on a planet where Soulmates were a constant. There were thousands of stories and fairy tales told to children of all ages. He had been told from the time of birth about all kinds of different soul matches. There were Prince's being saved by the daring princesses and knights in shining armor. There were even love stories of star-crossed lovers from different planets in different galaxies coming together to solve wars out of the bond. As a child Din had been enraptured by those stories and the thought of having a connection to someone that went beyond what he could see and hear.

The bond was supposed to be this magic that knit two people. The very energy of the universe that knit two souls and allowed them to pick up on things in each other more easily. It was that thing that let you know exactly when your lover walked into a room. It was the prickle on your neck and tingling in your gut when your lover was watching you when you weren’t looking. It was something that went down to the core of you knitting you together beyond anything else in the universe.

It had actually been the hardest thing for him to give up when the Mandalorian’s saved him. He didn’t think twice about giving up his face or anything else, even his name was easy to lose to the sands of time. He lost his family, his home planet, and everything he’d held dear and the mandalorians had saved him. They had given him a place to live and a reason to keep going. He was happy to give up anything to have a place to belong. But giving up the hope of finding a soulmate had been the hardest thing that he could imagine. It was the one thing he had wanted to keep even as he promised himself to the Mandalorians. Eventually though, he let that go just like he had everything else. It was the way.

Din had second-guessed his choice many times. Every so often he would wonder what he would do if he ever came across his soulmate. He figured it was probably some lovely woman on a Backwater planet who had a beautiful smile. Perhaps it would be a dashing gentleman with his own farm who would take him by the hand and make him want to settle down. Din had always imagined that his soulmate would lead him to another life, make him want something else, something different. That's why it was so surprising when the Rebel Shock Trooper that he ran into a rundown bar had the exact image on her jaw that he had on his.

While on Sargon, Din had just ignored it. He assumed that it probably just was a trick of the eyes and he hadn't actually seen it. It wasn’t possible and even if it was he wasn’t supposed to let it happen. He was on the run, he had a foundling to care for. He had duties to fulfill and he was a Mandalorian. It wasn't just a trick of the light though. After he had taken off, saying goodbye to Cara, he had finally found a place where he was alone. He had taken off his helmet and looked into a reflective surface seeing rthe mark that was burned into his mind staring back at him. It was the one he had seen flashes of over and over as he fought with and beside Cara Dune.

Perhaps that was why he had instantly thought of her the minute he needed help. Of course she was a fearless fighter and unerringly loyal but she wasn’t the only one he knew like that, at least he didn’t think she was. He couldn’t think of a name or face for it though. He tried not to think it was that connection, that hope of the young boy on a planet far away and so long ago, that had pushed him to find her when he needed her. Over and over there have been times where he looked into her eyes and just wanted to tell her everything but he couldn't bring himself to do it. Then he watched his child leave after just getting him back.

Watching Grogu walk away with the Jedi had been one of the hardest things he could ever imagine. He had grown so fond of his small traveling companion and now he could hardly imagine life without him. Din knew the kid had to go, that has always been the plan. Din would find Grogu’s people and then he would let him go, that had always been the plan. It didn't make it any easier though.

Then Cara came into his room of isolated sulking holding a bottle of some sort of alcoholic beverage. She was like some Goddess from his deepest imaginations. A few words from her and suddenly the world felt a little more stable. It was a talent she’d had and he wasn't entirely sure when it had started. Somehow between fighting and nearly dying and coming back just fine he had fallen deeply in love with his soulmate and nothing was going to stop that. He was so close to telling her right then and there. Instead he said he was going to go off and look for her; try to find her the woman sitting right next to him. He had hoped that with his helmet off she would come clean she would see what he knew. She had to have noticed. But she didn't say anything.

For a moment he started to wonder if he hadn't been mistaken somehow. Maybe she just forgot what her own soul mark looked like. He wasn't entirely sure how that could happen but he supposed with all he knew about her background it wouldn't be a surprise. Maybe she was just so wrapped up in everything, maybe she just didn't realize it was him. Maybe he needed to show her again. Or maybe she just didn’t want him like that. Just as he was about to think about that too much, noises of a fight sounded up the stairs of the small ship and they were off.

Din wasn't entirely sure if he was relieved or frustrated that the shouting wasn't actually a firefight with another ship or the Empire coming after them to hunt them down again. Instead was Boba Fett fighting once again with Bo Katan and Koska Reeves. By the time he and Cara made it up to the top of the ladder Bo had Boba by the neck and Koska and Fennec were locked in a stalemate.

“What the pfaask is going on up here?” Cara hissed as the two made their way into the room.

“Just a little disagreement. Nothing to worry about Mando.” Boba said with his charming and congenial tone that let both Cara and Din know that he was lying.

“This waste of genetic material is flying us into a trap.” Bo informed them.

Din looked between the four of them and his eyes narrowed at Boba. He didn’t have the capacity for this right now. He wanted to take Cara back down stairs or just drink away his soulmate and his son’s memories. Neither was an option in this ruckus.

“Show a little respect. We helped you on your mission.” Fennec grit out between clenched teeth.

“Enough!” Din said, finally getting everyone’s attention. “I’m grateful for everyone’s help. The child is safe because of all of you. I pulled you all from your lives and I understand you need to return to those. I am the one in your debt.” He said to everyone before turning to Boba Fett and Fennec specifically. “If you are willing we will drop Bo Katan and Koska off on Trask and Marshall Dune on Nevarro and then I will help you with whatever you need.”

“Not a chance.” Cara said, drawing the eyes of everyone in the group. “I’m staying with you.” She said with finality speaking only to Din. She had worked well with the girls as they took the ship, it was actually rather impressive and beautiful to watch as the four of them took out everything like machines.

Bo hesitated and stepped forward “You have the dark saber. Like it or not you are the Mand’alor now. If we are to retake our planet you have to be at the head.” She pushed and he could nearly feel Cara’s glare at the redhead over his shoulder.

“To even look for more Mandalorians we need a ship that can’t be tracked, that needs credits unless you want to be in even deeper debt to Boba Fett the mission to reclaim Mandalore and find more Mandalorians will have to wait.”

“And what do you plan to do to get that ship?” Bo Asked forcefully. “Run around playing bounty hunter for Boba Fett?”

“Marshall Dune has offered me work on Novarro. After I repay my debt I’ll work with her and come to Trask when I have what we need.” He said firmly his mind flicking back to the Ugnaught Kuiil he lost in the battle with Gideon I have spoken. “Or you could take the saber and do it yourself.”

Din watched the emotions flying across Bo Katan’s face and he had to wonder why the hell she didn’t just take it when he offered it. It seemed he still had a lot to learn about other Mandalorians. He had been raised by the Children of the Watch, apparently a cult, but still so much culture seemed lost on him. For a moment he thought Bo would strike out to fight him and he felt more than heard Cara shift behind him and all but growl out “Try it.” over his shoulder.

Koska seemed to tense ready to defend Bo in an instant but Bo stepped back with a smirk and nodded. “Fine. We will return to Trask and gather what we can. The Saber is in the hands of a Mandalorian and that is what matters.” She said with finality. “If you would be so kind as to return us to Trask…” He could hear the insult on the tip of Bo Katan’s tongue but she finished with “We would be grateful, Fett.” and he felt his body relax some as he finished.

Bo and Koska walked toward the storage compartment that they had claimed as their room and the other four stood looking at each other. “I appreciate the offer Mando but you do not need to stay. Fennec and I can take care of a small slaving operation like Fortuna. We’re even now. Our debt to you is paid.” He said offering a hand.

“Bib Fortuna?” Cara asked this time with interest in her voice. Din looked to her and as if she could see the expression of confusion she continued. “The head of the Hutt crime syndicate and known slaver?”

Fennec nodded “That’s the one.”

“He’s a high level target for the Republic. Dead or alive coming in with a Moff and Fortuna... “ Cara didn’t have to finish for Din to know the end of the sentence. It’d be enough credits to buy a ship and the repairs and then some. Besides that she’d be a hero enough to have as much leeway as she wanted.

“Are you saying you want to help them?” Din asked her.

“I’m saying I wouldn’t mind playing a part in the downfall of one of the universe’s most infamous crime bosses. I owe him for a princess of mine.” She said and Din wanted the explanation of that later.

“Then you’re coming with us?” Fennec ask.

Din simply nodded his head and Boba clapped and rubbed his hands. “Excellent. I won’t turn down the help! Especially when it comes in such a lovely package as Marshall Dune.” Boba flirted. Din tried to ignore the spike of annoyance that drilled into him, it wasn’t as though Fett meant anything by it. Cara was beautiful, it was just an observation. It still drove Din to want to growl posessively.

“Charming but I’m just here for him and to get paid.” Cara responded easily. The air of her words was almost playful. There was no bite or insult and Fett seemed to take it well.

“Understood. Well, looks like I have coordinates to put in. You two should rest we’ll plan in the morning.” He offered.

“No more fighting?” Din asked. The question and tone once again made him feel like a father and he got another shooting pang of missing the kid. As if she could feel his sadness Cara was there, stepping up to his side a strong and silent comfort.

“I assure you as long as the princess stays in her quarters, I will remain at peace.” Boba charmed. It was enough for now and Din and Cara returned to the area below deck.

“You’re sure you want to come?” Din asked once they were carefully locked in the guest bunk the ship had for reasons Din was not about to think over.

“You can’t have all the fun.” She joked but he could see something else there. There was something she wasn’t saying, something tugging at her mind and heart. “Besides with the kid-- with everything someone’s gotta look after you.” He wasn’t sure whether he was grateful she cut herself off or if it hurt more. The pain of losing the child was overwhelming but it wasn’t a loss. Grogu was going to be learning, growing. He was where he needed to be. Now it was Din’s turn to look for his own place.

He sat just looking at her for a moment. The silence was heavy and it almost felt like she could see him under the helmet. As if to break some sort of trance she reached over to the bottle they’d been drinking before the tussle up stairs and took a big swig. “Look, I don’t do well with feelings but even I know this has been a long day so I’m going to give you an offer and you’re not going to overthink it or freak out about it you’re just going to nod yes or no.” she instructed “Understand?” She asked.

He felt like he had just been asked to calculate advanced hyperdrive mechanics without a datapad. He had no idea where this was going or what she was thinking but he also couldn’t fight her when she was standing there in front of him resolute and in control when he felt so out of control. So he nodded his head.

“Good.” she said walking over to the door and locking it before pulling off the armored shirt she wore leaving a dangerously tight tank top as her only covering.

“What are you--” He started but she held up a finger.

“No talking. You take that bottle over to the corner. Have one cup, just one, and then I take you over to this rack and distract you. One night, no strings just you getting out what you need. You can even keep the helmet on.” She offered. “Or you say no and we never talk about this again.” She added.

Din didn’t know what to choose in this. How could he? Part of him wanted to ask her about the bond. What she was planning to do when it was solidified by skin to skin contact. They’d never touched skin before but he knew from the stories what happened when they did. Did she know? How could she not? When two soulmates touched they grew a bond that couldn’t be severed except by death. Even without the bond Cara could see more of him than anyone he’d ever met. She always seemed to know what he was thinking or when he needed her to duck left as he went right. It seemed like they’d been able to read each other from the moment they met. He wasn’t sure what he’d do if it got even stronger. He wasn’t even sure how it could.

He was silent too long, he could feel the time stretch and for a moment his confident Shock Trooper looked like her resolve was about to buckle. The momentary flash in her eyes was enough for him to make his choice. Bond or not he was going to spend tonight with his soulmate. The universe owed him that much. He stood up with the bottle and moved over to the corner. “I’d rather just turn the lights off.” He said as he walked over to a screen taking off his helmet.

“That’s so much less fun.” She joked but he could hear the rustling of her taking off her clothing and he took off his own after downing the shot. Suddenly the room was completely dark.

“Cara?” He asked into the darkness. He didn’t need to, he could feel her in the dark by the light controls. He could feel her blind eyes searching the shadows of the sealed room magnetically summoning him to her.

“I’m here.” She said taking a step then another. He walked from behind the screen towards her easily feeling where she was even without eyes. He could blame it on the soldier’s senses and all his training. He could blame it on years of being on the lookout for threats. He could lie to himself. Here in the dark with nothing between them but air as they took step by step he couldn’t bring himself to. He knew this was different. He knew he could find her in any situation without needing to look. Whether he could say it out loud or not there was no question to him that this woman was his soulmate and somehow that made this so much more important.

His hand reached out on its own and hesitated just over her jaw before it lowered right onto the mark they shared. In a flash the coil snapped and they sprank at each other lips crashing tongues tangling and hands roaming.

In the dark with nothing but the sensation of her calloused fingertips he wondered just how many hands she had. One was in his hair the other on his neck then down his chest and on his biceps feeling every inch of him. He was sure he was no better as his own hand slipped from her jaw to her shoulder, his other smoothing up and down her side avoiding anywhere too forward.

Her hands suddenly grabbed his and for a second he thought she was changing her mind. “It works a lot better if you do this.” She said, pulling his hands to her breasts and encouraging them to squeeze. She let out a lewd moan and that broke the dam.

He pushed her back against the wall seeking leverage to pull her closer. His hand went to her hip squeezing her ass and trying to pull up her leg over his hip but was surprised when she took that opportunity to leverage their weight and flip them so she was pressing into him. He shouldn’t be surprised this would be a fight. Everything else with them was. He could feel her smile and glee as they warred for dominance, her hands raking over his chest and nails lightly scratching making him hiss in pleasure.

She pulled back from the kiss biting his lower lip and just when he was about to move his mouth to her neck her lips met his jaw just over their mark and a rush pulsed through his body. He was sure she felt it too from the way her hips ground to his and he pulled her closer, his grip on her hips bruising. “Kriffing pfaask.” He hissed trying to flip them again but she had his shoulders pinned to the wall as she kissed down his jaw with little nips.

“That’s quite the mouth you have there.” She teased playfully against his skin and an idea hit him. His hand snuck up to pinch her nipple playfully rolling it between his fingers and her head fell back as he kissed her neck and used the hand still on her hip to pull her forward and force their weights to shift so he had her pinned against the wall. “That’s playing dirty.” She hissed to him.

“Keep up.” He growled playfully and her mouth was on his again pulling him in by the hips her hand going back to his hair and he was starting to wonder if she just liked the feel of his curls between her fingers as much as he was enjoying feeling it. Suddenly one of her hands reached up and she found a pipe above them that he’d noticed earlier hung lower than the others. She pulled down slightly to ensure it was strong enough to hold her weight and suddenly her legs were pulled up and wrapped around her waist. As he felt the soaking folds of her vuelva come into contact with his own hard cock and that was nearly the end of him.

His forehead fell forward finding purchase between her breasts and his hot mouth bit and sucked the skin on her sternum. “Please Cara.” he breathed into the dark.

“Now.” she breathed back a demand. It spoke to her strength that she was holding herself up on the tiny pipe as he shoved himself inside of her bucking in with a surprising ease. “Fark.” She hissed rocking her hips against him.

“Let go.” He breathed to her as he set a slow gentle pace. He could feel her surprise tickle his mind and it warmed him through to feel the connection that had slid into place as they touched. “I’ve got you, let go.” He assured and she did. She dropped her hands as he took her full weight and easily navigated them to the bunk. As soon as her back hit the mattress she rolled on top of him and this time he didn’t fight her, he was certain this wouldn’t be their last time. It probably wouldn't even be their last time tonight so he’d have plenty of opportunities to take his turn.

He lost himself in the feel of her hips and her depths. His hand went to her center and gently pressed to her clit rubbing as she angled her hips to a position that made her moan with every thrust. He could feel her hands on his thighs and his mind flashed images of what she looked like over him: Back arched and breasts bouncing as her muscles clenched and unclenched through her stomach and up her shoulders and arms. He cursed himself for asking for the lights off because he was certain it would be his favorite image in history.

With particularly deep thrust and a skillful press of her clit he felt her come around him and if that wasn’t enough to throw him into his own orgasm he heard her whisper his name “Din.” To the room and the squeeze of his heart threw him into the abyss as quickly as his body did. Rasping her name back to her like a prayer.

If the world shifted and their lives changed, if they felt the tug of the bond they had both refused to acknowledge solidify, they both ignored it for now. Tonight was theirs to ignore the rest of the world. Tonight was about them. No strings.

#Caradin #Cara Dune #Din Djarin #The Mandalorian #minor ships if you squint

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Title: The Return of A Royal

Summary: Din had agreed to take a break from the boundless jumping from planet to planet, and so the group gathers what they need to stake out for a few days, figure out a way to find the information they needed without wasting so much fuel. When they land on their chosen destination Mari finds wonder in the planet, taking her time to relax, finding that the Mandalorian doesn't seem to know the meaning of the word. She decides to return the favor of bike lessons by teaching him how to find calm and to clear his mind for once.

Word Count: 5,328 (I DON’T KNOW HOW I DID IT EITHER SO DON’T ASK)

TW: this chapter is honestly my favorite so far there’s so much !! important stuff !! in it !! i think the length is based off of the fact i drew concept art for the chapter and then fell in love sooooo yep. completely PG chapter but it is beyond wholesome so !! enjoy !

Chapter 8: Made to Fall

The afternoon sunshine fell on the sands of Tatooine with ease, leaving Mari to sit in front of the Crest on a mat, watching the suns begin to sink behind the mountains of granules of sand. Mando watches over them, knowing that she's more than capable of watching over Grogu, and steps off the ship to look at the two of them before giving a nod. "I wanted to run into town to see if they had some more food and supplies that we'll need before we leave. Are you going to be ok with him alone?" He questions, Mari's face moving so quickly that the bangs across her forehead flitter with the movement.

"Yeah. You're not gonna be long. Besides, by the time the suns set he'll probably be ready to sleep for a bit." She nods, pulling him to her lap slowly, hoping to offer more reassurance that she'll protect him. The Mandalorian seems content with her and starts off back towards town, giving a second glance when he sees the woman pointing to something flying by. The smile that's on his face is guarded by the helmet and for once... he wishes it wasn't there.

Din makes his way to town, finding the nearest shop and entering with ease. An older woman draped in shades of brown stands at the back of the store, broom in her hand. "You're lucky I decided not to close up early tonight! What can I do for you?"

The armored body moves forward before he speaks. "I was looking to see if you had food supplies. And.. perhaps sleeping accessories." He offers, the woman setting the broom against the wall before she takes clumping steps to a rack.

"Sleeping accessories. We have blankets, pillows, some quilts -"

"A cot. A folding one preferably." The elderly woman nods slowly.

"Ah, yes. However, it is not a standard cot. It fits two persons. I've found that there is not nearly the same demand for such a thing - many travelers like yourself come alone and see no need for it." The Mandalorian's helmet reflects the suns rays coming in from the open doorway, flashing over to a wall, letting him spot a thick yellow quilt tucked in the corner.

"Do you have comforters?" He asks, his stride moving to the quilt and picking it up, unfurling it to see an intricate pattern of different shades to the patchwork. Some type of design alternated on each square, and it looked large enough to cover more than one person. He folds it once more looking at the woman as she brings over a heavy brown blanket, filled with some form of polymer to make it rather comfortable.

"This is the last one I have. You've picked some of the heaviest things. Going somewhere chilly?" She asks, beginning to pick out food items, mainly canned goods - they were on a desert planet afterall.

"Not at the moment. I just don't have enough material for my crew." He explains, stacking the yellow quilt onto the comforter and moving to the counter. The woman moves to the counter, box of food in her arms before a hand falls to the quilt, admiring it and smiling softly.

"The woman who made this quilt dropped it off, didn't ask for any payment before I sold it. She said she'd made it for someone she'd not been expecting to come into her life. And just as soon as she had completed it - they were gone." The white haired woman sighs, only to begin totaling the purchases. "It never got any use to it. She'd spent such a great deal of her time on it. I do hope you are able to get use out of it."

"We will." Din pulls the required credits out of his pocket when he recognizes that she hadn't calculated the cot into the numbers. "I'm taking the cot." With surprise, the woman gives a smile and nods.

"Alright then. Thank you for taking it off my hands." He simply nods, following her to where she'd pointed to and gathering the device.

He'd ended up renting a cruiser to take him back to the Crest, knowing he'd never be able to carry the items at a fast enough pace to get back before it was completely pitch black out. He arrives seeing a glow come from the inside of the craft, the suns now below the sands, an orange glow creating a thin line in the distance. More credits to hands, before he's pulling his purchases onto the ship. Mari's made a comfortable seat in the corner, using a pile of blankets that the two shared to lean into the metal wall comfortably, a manual from the Crest in her lap. Blue eyes look up when Din enters the ship, a small smile on her face. "Welcome back. Need help?" She asks, slamming the book shut and moving to stand up, the Mandalorian raising a hand to tell her to stop. She returns to her relaxed spot before a clunk of weight falls to the floor.

"I've got it. Just need to put things away and then we'll start off." He explains, grabbing the box of goods and moving to his makeshift pantries beside the small kitchenette in the ship. Despite his words, Mari stands, moving to the pile and seeing more blankets - her eyes particularly trained on one of the items in the pile.

"Did you buy another cot?" She asks, starting to tug on the metal frame in front of her. She pulls until the device is removed from the weight of the other items, seeing it clearly. "This thing is huge, where are you supposed to put it?"

"Against the wall. I'll fashion something to help tie it down for when we're in motion." The reply is rather quick, clearly wanting to focus on the task at hand, so Mari keeps quiet. She refolds the blankets he'd purchased, setting them on the cot neatly for sleeping later, taking a moment to appreciate the craftsmanship of the quilt in front of her. The yellow is vibrant and looks like the dye was chosen very specifically for someone. She's distracted from the woven fabric at a small cry, both Mando and herself moving to look to the creature, who was looking at the two of them with tired eyes.

"I guess someone is ready for bed." She speaks, making quick paces to meet Grogu and help him into his hammock. Once he's there, she tucks him in with the small blanket remnant Mando had split down to give the child some insulation for when he sleeps. When a soft snore comes from him, Mari finally backs up, and shuts the door to the chamber, turning to where the male had been standing not even four minutes prior. When he's not there, she climbs up the ladder, her head popping up and pausing when she meets his brown boots, looking up to him looming over her. "You've got to quit doing that, it's freaky." She complains, only for Mando's hand to extend and help her up again, Mari leaning into the action with familiarity.

The two sit in the cockpit as The Mandalorian navigates to their next destination - one he's being highly secretive about. They'd been in hyperdrive for nearly three hours, and Mari's starting to get tired. "Is there a reason you won't let me see the nav screen?" She asks, holding her knees to her chest, boots below her on the floor, slightly shivering again. She's still in just the black tank and stretchy pants, leggings maybe, and the cold metal of the ship wasn't much for insulation.

"I picked out the planet, it's good for trying to escape for a bit. Seeing as you have this uncanny ability to know so much about the systems and ships, I wanted to see if you could figure it out." He offers the explanation, moving the chair to turn to her. Mari lets her head tilt slightly, giving a nod.

"Interesting. It'll give me something to do then, huh?" She teases, Din snickering the slightest bit.

"Yes. Now, if you're going to get any rest tonight, you're best off heading down now. We have a few hours before we land, and even then I'm sure it'll be some time before the sun rises after we get there." He explains, and Mari gives a nod, this time a yawn coming from her.

"Ok, ok, I'm going. You want the new cot or the old one?" She asks, standing and leaning on the back of his chair since he now faces the front of the ship.

"Don't care." Short, but expected.

"Alright. Actually try to get some sleep, will you?" She speaks before heading to the ladder, humming a goodnight before dropping to the hull.

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The Razor Crest made decent time as they arrived to the lush planet, still encased in mainly darkness with the exception of small glimmers of light from small creatures along the meadows. Din wasn't on the planet much, if ever, and he found that there was a bit of excitement for Mari to discover where they were. He'd remembered in passing her mention of her home planet being that of a desert planet, similar to the one they'd just departed.

He's left the cockpit now, and maneuvers around the hull, starting to remove armor slowly, stacking each peace by the cot before moving the one comforter on the device to lay it out, noticing that it's missing a pillow. He shrugs it off, and climbs onto it with ease, pulling the blanket over him with a contented sigh. His head sits uncomfortably in the confines of the helmet, and he shift to make it a little more bearable. He finds himself staring at the ceiling, counting the bolt marks and tracing the lines in the metal before arguing with himself. Just take it off, you'll sleep better. She's not going to be awake for a while. And with that rationale, he does, setting the casing on the floor beside him and rolling into the awkwardly large surface. It was somewhat cold without another body present on it, but he pushes past it.

Just as Din's dozing off, the cot chamber door opens and Mari slinks out of the area, uncovered feet hitting cold metal below her. Her feet move her to the refresher, eyes barely open, mere slits to get to the room. She flicks on the fluorescent light, turning to shut the door and she does - but not without seeing a flash of brown resting on the new cot in the hull. The door is shut fully now, and Mari's much more awake. The shade she'd seen was not a familiar color. Whatsoever. Sure, most of Mando's clothes were brown or black - but this brown... wasn't it. She pulls herself onto the sink, slightly regretting it when she realizes the cold metal is on her somewhat bare behind. She's got a thing about sleeping with pants on - it's never been an issue, until now that is. The whole damn ship was a icecube when they were in cold conditions. She figures that the ship hadn't regulated temperature to the planet's just yet. Despite that, she takes a minute. She'd seen his hair. That had to have been what it was. Mari tries her best to erase the thought, knowing that if she were to accidentally reveal the new information - she might lose any trust he's gained in the past two days. After finishing her time in the refresher, she makes sure the light is off before walking out, moving back to the compartment. She stops when the new memory flashes again. He didn't have a pillow. His neck is going to kill him. She can't leave him like that, she knows how uncomfortable she'd been sleeping in the cockpit, it wouldn't be fair for him.

So she does the next best thing. She grabs one of the pillows littered in the cabin, and moves in Mando's direction, eyes closed. She's shuffling slowly, moving from memory. When her shin hits the cot, she lets out a restrained hiss, before crouching and carefully finding his head, beginning to lift his head and maneuvering the pillow - only to be stopped by a firm grip on her wrist. Her breath catches, and she speaks almost too quickly. "My eyes are closed. They're closed." She whispers, his hand still not moving. Maybe this was a bad idea. Yeah, this wasn't smart. She should've just went to bed. There's no doubt that he's going to yell at her, tell her to go to bed, continue the scolding in the morning. Except it doesn't come. Instead, his head shifts up, giving her space to push the pillow under his head. His grip softens once it's secure under him, his voice groggy, as though she'd actually woken him up by trying to give him a pillow.

"Is your leg okay." She's... caught off guard by his question. It's not what she'd expected but she manages an answer.

"Yeah. Yeah it's fine." His fingers are still wrapped around her wrist, but they're far more gentle now.

"Good. Go to bed, Mari." He returns a command, before his hand slips from hers, the large figure in front of her shifting, rolling over. She's glad the dark is encasing the two of them, because he can't see her reaction, which is a small smile as she stands and immediately turns around so she can open her eyes and do her best to navigate in the dark. Once she's back to the cabin, curled under the yellow quilt from Tatooine, she hears his voice again. "Thank you."

Mari wakes to the door of the sleeping chamber sliding open, Mando standing at her feet. She groans, pulling the blanket over her to hide the light. "C'mon, we've got a day ahead of us." He comments, Grogu moving in his hammock with a content coo as his father moves to pick him up.

"I could've been naked." She complains, finally sitting up and rubbing at her eyes, hair a mess from tossing and turning the prior night.

"Not that it would have mattered." He reminds her, causing her to scowl at him. With the child on his hip, a slight chuckle leaves him when he sees her expression. "Let's go, princess."

Mari watches as he falls out of her view, sitting still as her heart recovers from the beat it had skipped at the word. She'd not used the word in almost 15 years, and it used to be commonplace in her life. It was her title, everyone she knew had called her by it. Princess Mari. And yet, when he said it... it wasn't the same. It wasn't a position, a requirement or a standing. It made her heart malfunction, her stomach turn and goosebumps raise on her skin. She pushes herself from her spot, getting out of the comfort of warm blankets and to where her closest was.

"You figure out where we are?" His voice is louder, coming from above her, in the cockpit clearly. She'd not actually thought about it til then, and takes a minute to do so as she pulls a grey t-shirt from the pile.

"Um, no. I fell asleep before I could do the math." She offers, quickly switching out the shirts before grabbing a pair of pants. They were a deep blue, and the color combination wasn't... awful, but nowhere near ideal. Despite that, she pulls them on rapidly before Mando comes back to the hull. A pair of wool socks are being tugged on as he finally joins her again. She's quiet in thought, the man moving about to gather things. He pulls the yellow quilt from the sleeping quarters, putting it in a bag with some food and water. Sat on the metal floor, Mari is tying her boots when she finally looks up to him. Her brows are furrowed as she does so and Din's own raise as he waits for her guess. "We came from Tatooine... and we have to go to Coruscant next... but you weren't in hyperspeed for more than five hours, right?" Din gives a shake of his head, sitting on the floor across from her, one leg relaxed, the other propped up with a boot flat on the floor as Grogu shuffles about the ship in excitement. Finally, her eyes light up and he lets a smile fill his face as she shoots up. "We're on Naboo! Mando, I've only read about this place." She offers as he gives a grunt standing up, pressing a button on his vambrace, letting the side hatch begin to open, Mari moving to the door as sunlight floods the interior of the ship.

Once the ramp has extended fully, she's slowly stepping out, looking at her surroundings. A wide open field, surrounded by trees, mountains in the distance... and so... much... green. A breath moves through her, in complete awe as she slowly starts into the terrain, taking in the blue skies, the dark green trees, the tall grass shifting as a breeze passes through. It's warm, and pairs with the sunshine beautifully. Mari moves to rake her hands through her hair, awestruck. "I never thought I'd leave Esno... when I did it was all so similar. None of it felt... like what I'd pictured. There were shops, buildings, and it was all so..."

"Brown?" Finally Din's voice comes from behind her and she looks to him. It's his turn for his breath to be knocked out of him. The way she looks to him, with so much joy. He'd imagined it, thought about it the entire way there... but he'd underestimated. She looked so content, and her eyes seem to melt into the skyline, yet shine so much more brightly. He's certain he's never seen her like this, so... carefree. She's been on highwatch for so much of her life, being surrounded by others, never truly having free reign. Now she has it. A smile fills her features before she turns to the landscape around her once again.

"Yeah... brown." At this point, the child has started following Mari through the grass, following in her footsteps to avoid blades of grass to his face. Din finally lets his feet move, letting her start off in whatever direction she wishes, simply letting her explore. She's not even begun to pick out each of the sounds that fill the air around them, the rustling of the trees through the gusts of air that pass by, the accompaniment of birds and other creatures, the wisping sound of the grass as each step falls onto them. And in the distance, a loud roar. "What is that?" She finally asks, her head tilting back to the fellow bounty hunter, trying to place it with other things she'd heard.

"What's what?" Din asks, not really following her thought process. He simply was letting the two roam, knowing that the new experience would keep them amused for some time.

"That sound. It sounds like some sort of... Maker there's nothing I can compare it to. Wait-" She raises a hand, making all three of them stop and just listen for a few moments before Mando finally snickers.

"Follow me."

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The hike to their location is filled with the two walking side by side, listening to the sounds the planet had to offer, Grogu tied to Mari's back with a piece of fabric she'd found on the ship. As they seem to descend into a slight valley, the noise grows louder when his footsteps pause, and Mari finally sees what was creating the roaring noise. A dozen or so waterfalls are carved into the cliffside in front of them, water cascading to a pool below them and into a river that ran the length of the valley. "Holy kriff." It's so soft he nearly misses it, the two of them standing uniformly and watching as the water free falls in a grand motion. The outline of the city of Theed sits on top of the falls in the far distance, a mere blip in the skyline. The Mandalorian begins to move again, leading the way down to the valley in the safest manner, Mari having a hard time keeping her eyes off the body of water.

They walk nearly silently, coos coming from the child on her back as they inch closer and closer. Eventually they reach the shores of the water, as close as they can become without entering the water. "The hike is worth it, don't you think?" Mando questions, looking at the woman who's now drenched in sweat, but despite it, holds the brightest smile.

"Every minute of it." She sighs, watching quietly as he moves to the bag he brought, pulling out the canteen and handing it to her. She takes it with a quiet 'thank you', twisting the cap off and looking as he moves to a spot a little off the shore. The quilt he'd snatched comes from the bag, and is tossed to the ground. She's quick to catch on and moves to his side, picking up the fabric and unfurling it in the air so it's spread across the ground. Once it's out, Din lets the bag fall to the yellow material, and then speaking.

"Let me get him off your back, and then we can settle in." Mari turns her body away from him, feeling as he unties Grogu from his makeshift carrier and the weight is off her back. The kid is set to the ground to explore leaving her to finally sit among the white flowers that are littered in the area, something she'd not noticed until she reaches the ground. The Mandalorian finally slouches down beside her, a slight huff coming from him. She finally turns to him, realizing that if she's hot, he must be boiling.

"Why don't you take off your armor? You'd probably be less hot." She suggests, the man's head moving in her direction. He's about to retort something, but... he can't find a good reason not to follow her suggestion. So he does, starting the process and letting each piece stack up into the black bag beside them. Eventually, all the beskar rests in a neat pile - except the one above his shoulders. "Better?" Din nods, letting his arms reach behind him and leaning onto them to look around at the visual that they'd found. Mari moves her body so her back is against his right shoulder, watching the water travel so elegantly, eyes deterring to find the child, seeing him running around after some sort of butterfly. Blue eyes return to the falls and she sits in the natural silence. The deep blues pop with each thrush wave of white that is created off the rocks below. The entire area was something out of a dream to her. She's so overjoyed in the moment. Safe, secure, and surrounded by such beauty. So why does her mind wander...

"Your helmet... it has a sound processor doesn't it?" The question is so sudden that Din nearly jolts, having found comfort in the quiet.

"Yes." The response is an answer she already knew, so she's unsure why her heart sinks a little. He's not hearing the same thing as she is. He's probably not seeing the same thing either. He doesn't get to feel the blades of grass that her fingers have been fiddling with as she gazed. Doesn't get to smell the cleanest breath of air she's ever had. So she sits up and shifts to face away from the falls, shuffling her legs around. "What are you doing?" He's matching her movements, sitting up himself. Mari's legs move to cross over his, shifting til she's completely in his lap, and leans into him, her arms wrapping around his shoulders, her chin resting on his left shoulder blade.

"Take off your gloves." Her voice is soft, nearly drowned out by the rushing falls behind them.

"Mari-"

"Please? My eyes are closed, I promise." A mere whisper before he's reaching behind her, fingers tugging on the leather on his hands before he drops them to the quilt in front of them. Once they're off his hands fall to her lap. Before she speaks, she holds on a little tighter. "Your helmet."

"Mari, I'm not doing that." He scoffs, nearly pushing her away before she stops him with a squeeze of her hand on his arm.

"I'm not going to look. I want you to hear this. I want you to see what I'm seeing. Not a computer screen or a speaker. I want you to experience it. Not ... render it." He stays still, her words starting to do a lap in his mind. She says it so cautiously... as though he'll yell at her for even speaking. His hands finally move from her thighs, and he reaches up, pulling the helmet as softly as he can, the softest release noise accompanying the action. He lets the beskar shift to his left hand, his right moving around Mari's back in a gentle holding motion as he sets the helmet down at his side. Mari finds a more comfortable position, her cheek against his shoulder, facing his neck as his other hand wraps around her again. "Now listen. Look."

And he does so. His head moves to the water, the smell of the flowers and the moisture of the air finding his skin. It's so peaceful. The sound of the falls, the breeze drifting across his exposed skin and rustling through his hair. He's not felt that since he was a boy... and what a relief it was. Mari lets herself relax in his arms, listening to the water calmly as she counts his breaths, her body moving slightly as his own breaths make his chest rise and fall. Each one of her own breaths brings a familiar scent. Cool mint, soft lavender... and that one she can't quite place. The same scent from that third night. It was him. His shirt lingered his scent that night. And she'd slept in it every night since. The smell had faded now... but now she knew the source.

They sit there for what feels like hours, but really couldn't have been more than fifteen minutes. She can feel him shift, a hand moving from her side to move to his helmet. "Wait." She stops him, letting her head return to it's upright position, her hands moving to the sides of his face. The familiar abrasive touch of the hair on his chin is met with her hands, causing a small smile. Her fingers then pull his head down slightly so that she can press her lips to his temple. Mari lingers for a moment, his hand returning to her side, a gentle motion to tell her to let go. She does, letting him pull the helmet on once again.

"Open." She does, and the image of what she had imagined in her head is pushed away when the familiar glint of silver reaches her eyes. She gives a meek smile, her hands resting on his arms.

"I couldn't let you miss that." She offers, a thumb running along the fabric of his sleeve. She notices he's in no rush to put his gloves back on, fingers making small shapes along her side.

"I appreciate that. Truly." Despite the modulation of his voice, she can tell he means it.

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They spend most of the day on that quilt, in the middle of nowhere on a planet neither of them are familiar with. Mari had sat watching clouds roll by as Din sat in a seemingly content meditation. Grogu had fallen asleep not long ago, so the two were debating if they wanted to start to head back. "I think I'd be content if I never left." Mari voices, the other looking to her.

"If only we could." He volunteers, a sigh tagging along with it. He's right. The two of them couldn't stay here. Someone was bound to notice a bright shiny spaceship in the middle of nowhere. She reluctantly gets up looking to the gleaming water once more. "You think the water's cold?" She asks abruptly, Mando following her eyeline to the water. He sits on the idea for a minute before standing up, walking to the water with no inclination of what he's doing."Mando? What are you doing?" He says nothing, causing her to have to get up from the spot they'd not left most of the morning in. He's crouched at the front of the water, ungloved hand dipping into the flowing blue.

"Checking the temperature." He replies, standing up before his foot is pulled up, and his hands move to meet it, untying the laces on his boot and pulling it off. He's not actually...

"You're not actually thinking about it are you?" She asks, arms crossing across her chest. Soon enough, both boots are off and he's got both clothed feet in the water. What on Tatooine is he doing?

"Nope. I'm doing it, there's a difference." He turns to face her, now knee deep in the water before he falls backwards, sinking into the water until he's chest deep.

"You're going to get your helmet wet, Mando." She scolds, moving to sit at the shoreline.

"Impermeable. One of the benefits of beskar." He's got a response for everything, doesn't he? "Come in. Answer your own question."

She looks at him with her legs crossed under her. She swallows harshly before looking to the top of the falls, and then to the man mingling in the water. It's a beautiful location, she's beyond grateful for the experience but...

"I don't want to be wet on the walk back."

"Is that what's stopping you?" Her eyes move away from him as he moves to swim towards the shore, starting to climb out of the water. When she turns back to look at him, water is dripping from him, and what once were bagging clothes were now clinging to every part they could. Her stomach does a somersault at the sight, jumping when he speaks again. "Mari." She quickly scrambles to her feet, arms moving back to her chest with a grunt.

"I can't swim." She grumbles, and Din suddenly has a moment of clarity. She grew up on a desert planet. There were hundreds of moisture farms to make up for the lack of water. Of course she's never learned to swim, she wasn't expected to have to face such a thing. He's now on the shore and looking at her. Blue eyes look to the slit in the visor with hesitation. "There was no point to learn on Esno." He's quiet, only before an overly smart response comes from him.

"So why were you on Trask?" Mari nearly snickers at his question, a smirk on her lips.

"You gonna look for a princess who can't swim on a planet that's mostly water?" His eyebrows rise at her question, and he gives a nod.

"Smart girl." He takes a step and then holds out a bare hand to her. "Unfortunately, you're around me now. You should know the basics, in case of an emergency." Din can see the fear that sparks at the idea of getting into the water. She's only ever known showers and ultrasonic varieties. Not being submerged in it.

"Mando... I..." She's holding herself tighter, and he slowly moves to take her hand, pulling it away from her body. Fingers wrap around her own with reassurance.

"I'm not going to let you drown. Your head will never go under the water. I promise." As she gives a reluctant nod, she notices the thread that's slowly being woven. It's built with letters, and wraps around them with colors of trust intertwining them.

I promise.

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