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thebounty · 4 years ago

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Incompatible (Mandalorian x Hunter!Jedi!F Reader)

Chapter Three: The Pursuit

Word Count: 6k

Warnings: some violence, mentions of organ harboring (idk where that came from in my weird head), angst, fluff, soft mando, soft reader (this one gets pretty soft at the end), FEELINGS, slow burn, grammar errors probably

This one I actually really enjoyed writing, sorry it’s slightly shorter than the last ones, and it took me forever to write. School has been stressful but its fine (haha...haha). I hope you all enjoy, and again I am so sorry this is late, I love you all!

Chapter Three: The pursuit

Well, you didn’t necessarily lie to Mando. Most of it was true, except for a few major details you just so happened to have ‘forgotten’. Which was obviously the truth.

Obviously.

After the little incident that went down last night, you had to think fast. You could not afford to spill everything about yourself, but you also had to be smart about it. If you lied about the whole thing, there was no way he wouldn’t pick up on that. He’s a kriffing bounty hunter for makers sake, he definitely could tell a lie from the truth. Thankfully, you also knew how to maneuver around that as well. So, this is the story you told him after he threatened to kill you, after just almost dying yourself not even a few minutes prior.

Such a nice guy.

“Okay look, before you think of doing something rash let me explain myself.” You started calmly, seeing how tense Mando was didn’t make you feel any better than you already did with having to come up with something on the spot. His fingers were hovering over his blaster, almost like a warning for you to continue. You cleared your throat.

“I only found out I had these abilities a few years ago, my family never told me of them,” lie, “so before you go thinking that I’m some Jedi or whatever, a sworn enemy of a Mandalorian, just know I have never had training with this before, so I wouldn’t even know where to start. And plus, Jedi have those laser things, I don’t.” Okay that’s somewhat of a lie. You have had training but only a few short years of it. But the latter part of your sentence was obviously a lie, the lightsaber poking at your back was evidence of that, at least for yourself.

“I only use it when totally necessary, and by the looks of it, we were not getting away from those guys with a shootout or a fist fight. I was not about to die and let you take the reward of our bounties for yourself. You have the armor to protect you, I have this ability.” You spoke clamping your hands together in your lap. Mando eased just a little bit by retracting his fingers from his blaster, leaning back against the tree stump more as he contemplated your words.

All he did was shake his head. “How do I know that you won’t kill me with these abilities? How do I trust you?” Mando spoke in a lighter tone now, he felt a little more at ease with this new information. You sighed and shook your head.

“I don’t want to kill you Mando, far from that. However, if I recall you were the one who threatened me a few minutes ago. How do I know you won’t kill me?” You questioned staring directly in his visor. A short sigh escaped his modulator, if anything, it was a soft chuckle. Mando was laughing?

That’s more unsettling than a death threat.

“Look, if you don’t threaten me, I won’t threaten you. I- “Mando shook his head quickly and leaned against his forearms on his lap, leaning in a little closer to you.

“I was nervous before. I threatened you just out of instinct. I don’t really want to kill you. I just want to come to an agreement. You did save our lives back there and we do work well together, as hard as that is to admit. I just don’t want that to be compromised.” Mando spoke lowly causing you to shiver. You could tell he was telling the truth, and you felt grateful for his honesty.

You nodded, “I agree.” And that was how the conversation went, and you two haven’t spoken of it since last night.

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Dawn came quickly and you knew that you both had to get to the city soon to track this gang, which shouldn’t take that long. You hoped at least. The sooner this was over, the sooner you could get as far away from Mando as you could.

However, despite this unspoken competition between you two, you were starting to feel something else flow from both of you. It was strong in the force, you felt it clearly. Mando was slowly starting to trust you. With trust came friendship, something Mando had extraordinarily little experience in.

However, so did you.

The last time you can remember having a friend was on your home planet, her name was Sif. She was just like you, a force wielder, a fighter, and strong. You two bonded heavily over that. Unfortunately, you didn’t know whether or not she made it out of harms way like you did, or if she suffered the same fate as your family.

This growing comfortableness between you and Mando was becoming intense but not unwanted. To put it in simpler terms-

It terrified both of you.

While you two walked together through the gates of the city Voss, after walking the longest bridge you’ve ever seen in your life, you two actually held up a conversation. It was nothing of importance and nothing personal was discussed, just talking about shared experiences while hunting bounties. Mando took an interest in your fighting style, it was unique. It was a type of martial arts style of fighting that he himself could never perform due to his armor.

It was- nice. You both found some form of comfort talking together without the unwanted tension that you two create around each other. You were both coming to realize you created walls to protect yourself from caring too much about one another. You both knew what being close to someone causes.

Pain.

You both stopped talking for a while after tracking the location of your bounties. They were last seen walking east from the city walls, in attempt to go to the Nightmare Lands, in hopes to lose any bounty hunters tracking them.

They obviously haven’t meet you and Mando before.

There was something rare in the woods that they wanted, that’s what the locals told you both at least. You and Mando made an agreement to catch them before they entered, you did not want to see what was beyond the tree line and Mando was not in the mood to patch up any more wounds you two might get. As a result, the two of you spent the remainder of the afternoon trudging through the woods following the low beep of the tracking fob.

“We’re getting close.” Mando spoke lowly as he brushed aside some branches. You nodded silently behind him.

“Do you think they’ll suspect us coming?” You questioned, Mando shrugged.

“I don’t know. They might have set up camp since it’s getting late. That’s really all I can assume.” Mando spoke as he walked next to you. His cape rustled against the slight breeze causing your cloak to move as well. You angled yourself towards him slightly so he couldn’t see the glimmer of your lightsaber. But you had no clue what he was looking at through the dark visor. You could only hope and go off of his feelings. He was somewhat anxious as you two approached where your bounties would be, he’s never taken anyone down with help before.

You could sense his uneasiness and tilted your head towards him, and a small, “I’m nervous too,” were all the kind words you could offer him without it being awkward.

Not that it would mean anything besides reassurance.

Obviously.

“I never said I was nervous.” Mando tried to hide what his voice might give away. He didn’t understand how you always seemed to read him so well despite wearing the helmet. He could read you sometimes, but it was almost always a guess.

“I can feel it radiating off of you in waves. Your helmet can’t mask all of your emotions.” You chuckled, sending him a quick wink to mask your ever-growing nerves as you two approached a small hill amongst the trees.

“I read heat signatures down in the valley, I think our bounties made camp for the night. Stay low.” Mando commanded as he got down on his knees and then his stomach as you two approached the edge of the hill. You got down on your stomach as well next to him as you looked down on the scene before you. They had one large tent housing all of them it seemed, and one little one next to them. No doubt holding the women they seemed to like to capture along the way.

You shuttered at the thought of what they do to them.

“We need to get the women out.” You whispered to Mando as he scanned the area with his small telescope. He paused for a second as if contemplating your words. He knew it was risky to try and free them, obtain your bounties, and stay out of harms way at the same time. But he knew how stubborn you were, and he did want to help them too.

“We will.” He states attaching his telescope back on his pulse rifle.

“Have any idea for a plan?” You asked gazing down at the camp. You saw smoke coming from the other side, meaning that your bounties were most likely around a fire. Not knowing they were being stalked like prey on the other end was kind of amusing.

“Most of the time I just stun them from a distance.” Mando says as he tilts his visor in your direction. The light from the sun setting created an amazing glow on the beskar, it was entrancing.

“I don’t think that’ll work this time with this many people.” You shot back, trying to think of an alternative plan.

“Do you have a better idea?” He asks taking another glance down at the tent.

“I do. It’s a little risky though.” You whisper causing him to look curiously in your direction, urging you to continue.

“I could offer myself as bait, seeing that they like women a lot, at least that’s what the locals say. I can keep my dagger hidden and then strike when they aren’t expecting it, that’s when you come in and help me take out the rest of them.” You say shrugging as if it’s not a big deal. Mando’s eyebrows stitched together under the helmet, were you serious?

“Are you kidding me? No, absolutely not.” He concludes shaking his helmet so fast you think he’ll get whiplash.

“Why not? You don’t think I’m capable?”

“No, I know you are. I- “

He sighed heavily, “I can’t protect you that well from up here.”

That made your mouth shut, and quickly. You just stared at him, his chest piece rising and falling as his heartbeat quickened. He didn’t mean to say that out loud. However, he was right. You didn’t know what they were capable of, but you knew what you were capable of.

You cleared your throat. “Listen, I know I can handle myself. With that being said, I trust you to come if things turn south. I can have my communicator with me if you want. But I trust that you’ll have eyes on me the whole time. Because I don’t think we have any other choice than to have some sort of bait for them.” You said, trying to speak the plan into existence. It was risky, but there was no other plan that would get they whole group to comply.

“Plus, I have that little gift I told you about.” You smiled. He only sighed and rolled on his back, arms crossing over his chest in the process. You could mistake him for being relaxed right now, but his emotions said otherwise. He was contemplating your words. You trusted him, that’s a big thing to him. He knew now that he couldn’t let you down if things did turn south.

He nodded once. “Let’s get this over with then.”

You both waited until the sun was completely down, the only light coming in from the ever-glowing moons in the sky and the light haze from the campfire below. Mando was perched up on the hill on the opposite side of the one you two were at earlier. It gives him a better view of the entrance of the tent.

The only way in and out.

You took off your cloak, wrapping your lightsaber in it as you set it down next to Mando, hoping he wouldn’t open it. You then started taking off your black pull over and revealing a black tank top, if you were to get into the tent undetected, you were going to have to show some skin. You kept your dagger concealed in your boot and made sure you didn’t have any other weapons on you.

Mando was pacing as you got yourself prepared, he kept making sure that his pulse rifle was loaded and making sure that the safety was already off on his blaster as well. He had to be ready for anything. He felt terrible that you were only going in there with a single dagger while these bounties were fully weaponized. He put his hands on his hips and leaned his weight back on one leg while he looked at you.

“Are you sure about this?” He asked for what seemed like the millionth time that night. You looked up to him from your kneeling position by your boot, tying it tighter as you spoke to him.

“Mando, it’ll be fine. It won’t take that long. They get me in their tent, you come down and we take them all at once. Going in quiet is our only option here. All they have to do is go in the tent all at once. Not that hard.” You whispered, making sure your cleavage was somewhat more prominent. Your hands were slightly trembling, you’ve never done anything like this before and you hoped Mando didn’t notice.

He did, and it sent him on edge, he notices everything. However, he also tried not to focus on your appearance too much, you were becoming slightly intoxicating to him and he couldn’t be distracted during this mission. He cleared his throat, darting his eyes from you.

“It’s all a risk.” He whispered as you got ready to finally leave, taking another once over of yourself. You placed a hand on his shoulder plate, gently as if to not scare him away.

“Look, the sooner we do this, the sooner we can get our reward. Then we don’t ever have to see each other again.” You said with a slight grimace. Despite everything he’s found out about your past, you were actually enjoying your time with him. He was a great fighter, bounty hunter, and he had this certain charisma about him. He felt the same way you did, but he couldn’t let you know that he was also enjoying his time with you, maybe a little too much.

“Yeah.” Was all he could say as you descended down the hill towards the camp. He sighed as he got down on his stomach again, blending in with his surroundings very well in the dark. He took a look through his telescope, to have a close eye on you the whole time.

You walked through the trees closest to the campfire where your bounties were. You counted six of them, but maybe there were more in the tent. You hoped that there weren’t anymore. After you rounded one more tree, you came into view of them.

“Excuse me?” You asked meekly. They all looked up at you from their roast. As if they were the same person, they smirked and laughed lowly at the same time. By the looks of it, they were all human. You mentally sighed with relief at that. Humans were easier to read and easier to take down, and given the wound still healing on your side, you were very thankful for that.

One man stood up and whistled lowly. “What’s a pretty las like you doing out here all alone?” He asked throwing his cleaned off bone somewhere in the brush. You smiled at him, rubbing your arms.

“I’ve been traveling alone for quite some time now. My ship broke down and I need some shelter. You folk are the first people I’ve seen for miles.” You whispered, allowing yourself to tremble slightly against the cold of the night. The man approached you as the others around the fire stood up from their positions.

“The names Randall, sweet thing.” He seethed, touching your hair. You were so grossed out but had to act otherwise, and just gave him a small smile instead.

Mando was reeling from his position. His grip was so tight on his telescope he’s surprised it hasn’t broken. He didn’t understand why he was feeling the way he was. He never cared like this before when he was with you. Not even about anyone else he’s encountered along his journey now that he thought about it.

“Why don’t you come inside, you look cold. We’ll take good care of you.” The man, Randall, smiled as his hands stroked your arms, dangerously close to your tank top straps. You grinned at him.

“That would be lovely, thank you so much.” You said as you grabbed his arm. He led you to the tent, but it wasn’t the main one. Your heartbeat started to quicken as he practically dragged you to the smaller tent off to the side, where you assumed all the other women were being held.

“I hope it’ll be comfortable for you sweetheart.” One of the other men said behind Randall, you didn’t realize they were all following behind.

Mando was concerned to say the least as you rounded the tent. He could see that they were taking you to the other tent now, but his view on you began to grow smaller and smaller until you were out of sight, even from his telescope.

“Shit.” He whispered, springing up onto his feet and stuffing his telescope into his pocket. He treaded lightly as he walked the perimeter to get a better look at the other tent these men were leading you to. He was starting to get a bad feeling about this, since they were all following you there.

His hand instinctively went over his blaster.

Once you arrived at the tent, Randall pulled back the curtain and revealed an awful sight. You couldn’t contain the scream that ripped through your chest at the sight; women, men, children, all dead, strung up by ropes inside the tent like meat. Their bodies were cut open, dripping blood everywhere. There were multiple coolers inside surrounding them, it was not a question to what they had inside.

Your stomach was in your feet as you struggled against Randall’s, now death grip, on both your arms.

“What is this?!” You screamed, struggling against his grip. Even if you were to break free, all the other men were just outside the tent.

You were trapped.

“Oh, this? We like to steal stragglers like you in the woods, harbor their organs, and sell it on the black market. Women’s organs sell the highest, and I can see why. Don’t worry darling you won’t feel a thing.” He laughed into your ear as you struggled more against him and managed to elbow him in the stomach, he loosened a bit, but a laugh broke through him instead of the grunt you were anticipating.

“A feisty one. I’m sure that’s worked on others, but not me sweet thing.” He seethed before your world turned black. The men all laughed as they wrapped rope tightly around you, stuffing you into the corner of the room.

Randall laughed lowly, “We’ll be back for you later darling.” He snickered with his friends.

Mando was resentful after hearing your piercing scream rumble inside his helmet. He was running now, and he did not care about anything else, only getting to you. It sounded stupid in his head, how caring and downright angry he was right now, except that wasn’t the worst of it.

Mando was scared.

He was not about to let you become their new donor in the black market, not at all. But he was also not about to lose someone he was starting to consider his friend.

He hated to admit that though, but it was true.

He hasn’t heard a peep from the other end of the commlink for awhile now. All he heard were the events of what happened a few minutes prior. Your scream, Randall’s voice in your ear, and then nothing from you afterwards. He listened to the men after you went silent start to discuss what they were going to do to you. He knew they were dangerous from the moment Karga talked about them at the cantina.

He was regretting taking this job now. But that didn’t matter right now.

Once he came up on the camp, he kicked the logs on the fire, drowning the flames in the dirt around it, causing the whole camp to be swallowed into darkness. They, unlike him, didn’t have night vision. He heard the group talking lowly, mumbling a few words he was able to pick up from his helmet. It was along the lines of,

“Who the fuck left the fire so small?”

“You did this didn’t you Derek?”

“Was she with someone?”

“You’re being paranoid.”

“Shouldn’t someone be with the girl?”

“Shut the fuck up.”

Mando was smirking under his helmet. He was standing inside their tent now, completely surrounded in the darkness, anticipating that their next move was to come inside here. He had his blaster to stun pointed at the entrance. Mando was slightly disappointed that these men were their bounties, and you two came here for a reward.

If they weren’t, he would love to give them slow deaths right about now. He hoped you weren’t hurt.

He heard the rustling of the tent opening and aimed his blaster towards it, his finger quivering in anticipation over the trigger. He hopped Randall walked through first.

“Let’s just get the supplies and rip that bitch open- “

Blast!

The men jumped in sync. Mando assumed he hit Randall, since they all looked so shocked to see him now unconscious on the ground at their feet. As if they were one organism, all the men looked up and stopped breathing, similar to a child getting caught stealing candy, their eyes were bulging. It only fueled Mando on more.

Mando grinned under the helmet, “Welcome.” He spoke in his deep baritone voice. One of the men reached for their blade and Mando quickly stunned them down.

“Tsk tsk, that is not how it’s going to work gentlemen, please allow me.”

Mando didn’t hesitate to take them all down, giving them a few punches here and there to give them false hope, however they were no match for him.

It was almost too easy for him, but then he remembered that they were only smugglers. He could handle a thousand of them at a time if he had to, he has before.

After the fact, he focused his attention on retrieving you, and getting off this kriffing planet.

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You awoke with a gasp, clawing at your chest. The last thing you could remember was Randall breathing down your neck, darkness, and the feeling of binds on your arms. However, the scenery around you told you otherwise. You furrowed your eyebrows and took in your surroundings. You were still at the camp the smugglers were in, which was odd to you. The fire was burning, and Mando was no where to be seen.

Was he okay?

You shook your head, of course he was, you thought. You noticed the blanket around you and the pounding in your head and the back of your eyes.

“Dang farrick.” You whispered, rubbing your temples and felt the small gash on the side of it where Randall slammed the butt of his blaster on you. You sighed.

“How are you feeling?” A voice said from behind you making you jump and turn. It was Mando, with some firewood hanging in his arms. It was an interesting sight, seeing a Mandalorian like him so domestic. He slowly walked over to where, you guessed, his sleeping mat was located and started adding the wood to the fire. You realized you were staring at him applying wood to the fire for a little too long and forgot to answer his question.

“Uh- yeah, yeah I’m fine. My head just hurts a little bit.” You answered, all of a sudden feeling shy under his gaze in the light of the fire surrounding you two. All he did was nod in return.

“That’s good. You had a pretty deep gash on your temple, but the bacta patched it up pretty quickly.” Mando responded as he sat back against the log. You nodded and glanced around.

“What happened, after I become unconscious?” You whispered, wrapping the blanket around you when you felt a cold breeze on your torso. You noticed Mando’s fist tighten into a death grip, the leather made a small squeak while doing so. He tilted his visor to the side looking away from you momentarily, almost as if he were grimacing at something sour in his mouth. The act confused you.

“Mando?” You whispered, “what happened?”

He grunted and stood up fast. “What happened was you were too reckless to see that these men were dangerous! We should have taken them together and maybe they wouldn’t have strung you up like a piece of fucking meat!” He seethed pointing a finger at you, his chest plate rising and falling rapidly with his increasing heartbeat. He felt a pit in his stomach at the sight of your face drop, his shoulders fell too.

You nodded. “I’m- I’m sorry. It was idiotic of me to think I could face them alone and be vulnerable like that.” You muttered looking down at the mat. You knew that it was risky, the whole thing was. Not just the bounties but letting yourself get so open around him. However, after seeing what could have happened to you, you truly did feel guilty. As much as you didn’t want to admit something like that to Mando, you knew it was the truth, plus he did save your life.

Mando dropped his pointed finger and sat down, closer than he was a few minutes ago and sighed.

“I’m sorry for snapping at you like that, but- they…they were going to harbor your organs, and whatever else they wanted to do to you. I couldn’t stand by and let them do that. I’m glad I got to them before they did again. You’ve- “he shook his head and looked down. “You’ve become a good friend, and a strong ally.” He admitted looking back up at you, and found you already looking at him. Somehow you were looking directly into his eyes, despite the dark visor he wore. It made him feel…

Seen, as if for the first time.

You smiled softy at him. “I appreciate that, I do. I believe we do make a good team, and I’d consider you a friend too, and a decent ally. Even though you are a pain in the ass.” You chuckled softly. Mando shook his head, smiling under his helmet. You sensed there was something more he wanted to say, so you tilted your head at him.

“Say what you want to say Mando, I can sense there is something more you want to say.” You asked calmly, he turned to you and looked down.

“I found something while I was retrieving our things, something in your cloak.” Mando started, turning around as he did so and rustled around in his bag and pulled out your lightsaber. You could feel your heartbeat in your ears as you stared at the shiny metal in his hands. You looked down feeling guilty once again. Mando didn’t take his eyes off of you though, “what is it?” he asked further.

You glanced at him and looked down at the saber. “It’s a lightsaber. I know I told you I didn’t have one, but since we’re being so honest right now, I didn’t trust you enough yet to tell you I had one.” You watched as he twiddled with it in his hand, it was almost mesmerizing. He didn’t know what he was holding or dealing with.

“Be careful with that. You don’t want to accidently impale yourself.” You grinned softly looking back up at him. He stopped his movement suddenly and set it down at your feet slowly, the act caused you to giggle slightly.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to go looking through your stuff. I would be mad, but I understand what it means to have something for yourself.” He said, speaking softly. He knew what this probably meant to you, since you kept it hidden from everyone. It was something you knew you had that was specifically yours, and Mando felt the same way about his Creed. It was just his, and no one could take that away from him.

It was the softest you’ve ever heard his voice go. You didn’t know if it was because of the darkness surrounding you both or the fact that you two were finally coming to terms with letting go of the weird competition you two created, considering you two have recently just saved each other’s lives in the matter of two days.

“Did you make it yourself? How does it work?” Mando asked now leaning back against his hands, intrigued with this weapon. He’s heard of these…what were they called again? Saber swords? Laser saber? He couldn’t remember even though you just told him. He understood the Jedi used them; however, he’s obviously never met someone like that before.

Until he came close to you.

You picked up your lightsaber and nodded at him. “Yes, I made it with my old master, but that was many years ago when people like me weren’t hunted.” You said as you ran your fingers down the lines on your saber. You remember having to harvest the rare sap from a tree to build this wonderful weapon. Your master was amazing, and even though it was a short few years you still missed him. You missed everyone.

“That’s why you kept everything so hidden, isn’t it?” Mando said breaking your thoughts about your old master. Your shoulders dropped.

“I guess it isn’t much of a secret anymore, at least not to you.” You looked at him, feeling slightly anxious with the information he now possesses. He could sense your discomfort and shook his head.

“If your nervous about me telling anyone, I won’t. I know what the Empire was capable of, and if there is anyone like that still around then no one will know. You have my word.” He spoke strongly, as if to make sure you understood what he was saying was genuine. You felt instantly calm, he was radiating a comforting feeling and it helped ease your suspicions.

“Thank you.” You smiled at him and put your lightsaber behind you.

“Can you, can you still wield it?” Mando piped in, making your head turn curiously towards him.

“What do you mean?”

“Can you still fight with it I mean, do you know how to fight with it, since you don’t use it much to conceal your identity?” It was a good question. You knew you could still kill someone with it if you had to, but you were a little rusty on your sword fighting skills.

“I probably could, I mean I’m a little rusty, but it wouldn’t take long to pick it up again.” You shrugged, kind of liking how intrigued he was with the topic. He nodded while tilting his head, raising his arm out.

“Show me.” He asked, almost instructive making your gut fall to your knees. You just stared at him, cleared your throat, and stood up.

“Sure.” You shook the feeling off, you were strong. You were not about to let a simple statement like that shake you, this was Mando after all. You two hated each other.

You always will.

You squared your feet with your shoulders, stepping back from the fire, and ignited your lightsaber. The sound rang through your ears and it caused your heart to flutter, you missed the sound of the absolute power of the lightsaber flowing through you. The white saber emitted light throughout your makeshift campsite and caused the Mandalorian to have a different glow to him as he watched you hold the powerful weapon.

To say Mando was entranced is an understatement, he didn’t understand was he was feeling. He only knew that he felt drawn to you, like he was meant to be here in this exact moment and time.

“I think I can still do a few spins without cutting my leg off.” You joked and twirled it around your side and back, loving the sound it made cutting through the air. You brought it back in front of you and shrugged.

“That’s pretty much all to it. Hard to spar with it when no one else has a lightsaber. It cuts through practically anything.” You smiled as you retracted it, sitting back down across from Mando.

“It doesn’t cut through pure beskar.” He piped in causing you to nod.

“Yeah, that’s why Mandalorians and Jedi’s fought against each other. They were equally as challenging. But that was a long time ago.” You waved off the thought and yawned, feeling drained from today. Mando shifted and got more comfortable, feeling his eyes start to tug closed, but he knew he could survive off of a few hours of sleep. He didn’t know how you would though.

“You should get some rest.” Mando spoke softy as you started to lay down again. He only leaned back against the log, crossing his arms over his chest. Last attempt to try and cover his heart before he exposed it anymore to you.

“Goodnight, Mando.” You spoke softly as sleep took over you once again. Mando’s heart stopped at the softness of your voice, he felt as if he suddenly turned to liquid at the sound of it. At that moment he now understood he couldn’t cover his heart to you anymore, the thought terrified him.

“Goodnight.”

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imwastingmylifeinhere · 8 years ago

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Magnus Chase and the Obligatory Hogwarts AU Ch3

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The gang's first Hogsmeade weekend is here and, well... things happen. Thanks to @tearfulmelody for editting this. @alexfierrno

Magnus had been right. The Ravenclaw boy’s next few weeks had been horrible. Not only did all his housemates glare at him for losing so many points, but detention with Professor Sif could be absolute hell (or that’s what Halfborn had told Magnus). Add to that the prank Mallory and the rest of them had pulled on him as payback for how he treated Alex, and Magnus was feeling pity for the boy. It wasn’t that Magnus had forgiven him, far from it, or that he thought he didn’t deserve it, because he did, but it was still a lot for one person. Hopefully he’d learn from it.

When Alex didn’t show up in lessons the rest of the day and Magnus told the others what happened, they were furious. T.J had been the most apologetic one, since the one who said such horrible things to Alex was from his house, but Alex kept telling him he had no reason to be sorry. Mallory had almost stormed off to beat up the kid like an angry Gryffindor before her Slytherin side kicked in and she realized it would suit her better to be sneakier about this. Halfborn was literally an angry Gryffindor and it took T.J and Sam holding him back to stop him from doing something stupid. Sam had gone full-on mama bear and had even agreed to help them pull the prank. Sam never agreed to help them prank someone.

What was the prank? With Sam and T.J’s help, Mallory brewed a powerful stink potion, with some imaginative extra ingredients courtesy of Halfborn, such as dirty Quidditch socks and used toilet paper. T.J sneaked it inside the boy’s shampoo while Magnus made a distraction in the hall (read: tried to console a crying first year who had agreed to help in exchange for ten chocolate frogs).

The result: the boy stunk like a trash bin no matter how hard he tried to wash it off for a week.

It had been a bit over a week since the incident and things were going well. Their first Hogsmeade visit was that weekend and the Halloween feast was approaching. Spirits were high and the Hall of the Slain was as busy and noisy as ever as Magnus and the gang ate breakfast.

“I’m telling you, it’s a good idea!” Alex said. She shook her fork for emphasis, despite the fact there was still a piece of sausage stuck to one end. There were different shades of green in her hair and she had explained to them she was practicing her morphing abilities. Changing small parts was good for her control and precision.

She rarely left her hair black, Magnus had noted. Every since the start of the school year, she had never spent a day with black hair, which Magnus had learned was her natural hair color. It was always some shade of green.

“It’s a bummer she changes it,” a girl in Magnus’ Astronomy class had said. “I wanted to see the famous Fierro hair. But I guess metamorphmagi like to change their appearances a lot.”

“Fierro hair?” Magnus had asked confused. Did Alex’s parents own a shampoo company?

“Yeah. Have you never heard what they say? They say you can immediately tell when someone is a Fierro from their ‘hair as black as night that shines like polished steel in moonlight’. I wanted to see it.”

As weird as Magnus found the fact someone had made an eerie, rhyming saying about Alex’s hair, he had to admit it was accurate. He had never seen Alex’s black hair under the moon, but he had seen it on the Hogwarts Express and it was definitely as black as night. (Countryside nights. Nights in the city weren’t black, they were a washed-out, foggy navy.)

If her hair was such a tell-tale sign of who her parents were, Magnus could understand why Alex preferred to wear it differently. She didn’t like her parents. Whenever someone brought them up, she became closed off like a turtle and changed the topic. The rest of their group had learned that her family was a topic they shouldn’t go near.

“We’re not dressing up like some Muggle cartoon mystery solving group for Halloween!” Halfborn said. “Plus, we’re a person too many. We can’t do that.”

“Scooby has an annoying nephew, you can dress up as him,” Alex said sneakily. “You have the attitude.”

“What was that, greenie?” Halfborn asked as he leaned closer to Alex in a threatening way.

Alex leaned in too. “You heard me, you fat ox.”

Mallory rolled her eyes and kept buttering her bread. Alex and Halfborn would break out into weird fights all the time. It reminded her of jocks she’d see in stupid American highschool flicks. They never pushed it too far though, and it was all in good spirit, so she guessed it didn’t matter.

The two 'rivals' were setting aside food so they could arm wrestle when the mail came. A flock of owls flew into the Hall and everyone stopped what they were doing to watch. The birds were simply majestic as they flew and swept down to deliver their mail. It still mesmerized Magnus after all these years.

Despite knowing it was useless, he caught himself searching the crowd of owls for the one coming to him. He pulled his eyes away from the birds with a heavy heart, reminding himself once more that he wouldn’t be getting mail from home this year.

“Don’t you have any mail, Magnus?” Mallory asked as she was opening the letter from her parents, like she knew what Magnus had been thinking.

“Yeah, how come your mum hasn’t sent you anything yet? Normally she writes to you every week,” T.J said.

“She, um,” Magnus stuttered out, trying to think of a believable lie. “She got a new job and she said she might not be able to write as much.”

“Oh?” Sam said. She looked at Magnus like he was a child trying to hide the broken vase behind his back. Magnus gulped.

As Magnus desperately tried to think of something, anything, a black owl swept down and left an envelope in the very middle of the table. It didn’t stay for a treat like the others and disappeared out the window just as fast as it came.

“What’s that?” Mallory asked.

On the envelope, in green spidery letters that looked both elegant and deadly, were the words “To my daughters, from Dad”.

Sam visible paled. Everyone on the table looked at the seemingly innocent letter like it was a bomb about to go off.

Alex wasn’t the only one with parents you didn’t bring up. To say Sam didn’t like her father was an understatement. She hated him and they all knew it. She hated how he made her mother fall in love only to let her raise a child on her own, she hated how he was never there, not even for her mother’s funeral, and somehow expected Sam to love him whenever he felt like showing up.

Sam snatched the envelope from the table and shoved it into her pack so fast you would think it was explosive. When she turned to her friends, clearly shaken, she tried to act like it had never happened. They all played along.

They talked about Halloween and what they would dress up as for the party for the rest of breakfast. The Halloween Feast was a big deal in Hogwarts, to say the least. All students looked forward to it, from the first years to the seventh years. On top of that, however, there was the Hufflepuff Horror Party.

Inspired by Muggle Halloween parties, the Hufflepuff Head of House years ago decided Hogwarts needed one too. Ever since then, Hufflepuff had been in charge of hosting the school’s biggest party. Preparations for it were all students in Hufflepuff would talk about from the moment September was halfway over, but any details about the decorations, entertainment or food were closely guarded secrets.

Talking about the party should have helped Sam to get her mind off of the letter Loki sent her, but it didn’t. Her mind kept coming back to how it said daughters, plural, not daughter. Mallory was suggesting something else for them to dress up as for Halloween, but Sam wasn’t paying attention, instead glancing at Alex. She was taking part in the conversation and laughing along, but he skin was paler and she moved her hands way more than she needed too.

Loki had always talked about having other children whenever Sam hadn’t been able to get him to leave and actually had to talk to him. He said he might introduce them to her one day. She knew Loki was a metamorphmagus too, and that this trait normally ran in families, from parent to child. She was a metamorphmagus like her father, as much as she hated to call him that, and she never heard about a metamorphmagus in the Fierro family.

It couldn’t be, could it?

As breakfast ended and Magnus got up to go to class, he saw Sam tug on Alex’s sleeve and pull her aside. What’s that about? He thought, but he didn’t get a chance to ask as he was swept away by students heading to their classes.

It was a cool autumn day as the students of Hogwarts spilled down the streets of Hogsmeade. The weather was getting colder and most students wore jackets or coats. Any stores with tables outside had heating charms put in every table so the patrons didn’t get cold and clothing stores had winter wear on display.

“I don’t understand how you can go out like this,” Mallory grumbled at Halfborn. The ox of a boy was only wearing jeans and a long-sleeved t-shirt that didn’t look like it was particularly warm. On top of that, he had his sleeves rolled up to his elbows.

“The cold never bothered me. Anyway, I don’t understand how you get so cold,” Halfborn said. “It’s only October and you’re dressed like it’s the middle of winter!”

“I prefer warmth to cold, thank you very much,” Mallory said. She was dressed in boots and a brown coat zipped all the way up, with fuzzy earwarmers over her ears. Mallory always got cold easily.

“Anyway, where do you want to go first?” Alex asked. She was basically bouncing in her place, dressed in her pink jacket. She had never been to Hogsmeade before and she was excited to visit the only completely wizarding village in the UK.

“Well, since it’s your first time, we might as well go everywhere,” T.J said.

The group of six moved down the street. Unlike with Alex’s tours of Hogwarts, no one was her authorized tour guide now. Instead, they all chipped in to add any fun or peculiar details to what someone else was already saying. Alex looked all around her like an excited third year on her first Hogsmeade trip (though considering Magnus had acted like her and worse, maybe he didn’t have the right to talk). She had a skip to her step and her cheeks, flushed red from the cold and excitement, were adorned with a wide smile.

“And this,” Halfborn said with a flourish, “is our very own Blitzen’s Best.”

They stood in front of a quaint shop that looked like it had come straight out of a Christmas card. Professor Blitzen, their Charms teacher, liked to take into account the aesthetic of the street and then add his own details when opening a new store – he already had several others all over Great Britain. The result was that his stores both blended in with the overall feel of the area’s shopping district while also standing out like a diamond in a pile of coal.

“I knew his name sounded familiar,” Alex muttered as she looked up at the sign above the shop. She had this awed expression on her face that all new students had when they realized that one of their teachers was literally the biggest name in the wizarding fashion industry.

“Let’s go inside!” Mallory said excitedly. If there was one thing that girl liked more than teasing (read: flirting with) Halfborn, it was fashion. She could tell you everything about the fashion industry, wizarding and muggle, and she had by far the best fashion sense out of all of them. (She kept saying it was atrocious that Magnus would wear black with blue. Magnus didn’t really get why.)

Once inside, they were struck with the scent of flowery perfume and nice, relaxing music. Magnus never understood why clothing shops always smelled that nice, but he wasn’t complaining. There were rows upon rows of clothes hung in their places, stands with folded pants and little islands filled with different accessories and other fashionable things Magnus didn’t know the names of, but if they were in here they were probably good. Mannequins stood on raised platforms, modeling various outfits. Since they were charmed, they moved around on their platforms and took poses (like mannequins weren’t creepy enough as it were).

The big difference between Professor Blitzen’s store and any other wizarding clothing store was that it had variety. It wasn’t just the same old designs tweaked around to look new. Everything was carefully thought out and designed, drawing inspiration from both the magical and Muggle world. Magnus wasn’t very knowledgeable when it came to clothes, but he knew enough to know that they looked really good.

After a couple of minutes walking up and down the aisles and looking at everything available in the store, Magnus saw Alex grinning like the devil. Oh, fuck.

“I have an idea!” she said and everyone turned to look at her with varying degrees of worry or interest. “We each choose a person and they have to try on whatever we pick out for them.”

Mallory and Halfborn quickly matched Alex’s shit-eating grin and Sam, T.J and Magnus weren’t far behind. It sounded simple, but it was the simple things that could go completely and hilariously astray. Whether that was good or bad depended on the outcome.

“I get Halfborn!”

“I get Mallory!”

The two teens exclaimed at the same time, eager to make the other suffer. They run off to search the shop for what they would pick

“Then I get T.J.” Sam said with a thoughtful look, like she was already thinking how to better embarrass the boy.

“I’ll take Sam,” T.J said and started looking around too.

“Guess that leaves the two of us,” Alex grinned before running away before Magnus could say something.

The group moved in the store quickly, as if they were hungry men and only had five minutes to grab as much food as they could carry. Magnus’ eyes swept over the racks and hangers full of clothes like a hawk, looking for the most ridiculous combination of clothes possible. Five minutes later, when Magnus found the clothes that screamed to him “Pick me! Pick me!”, he rushed to the changing rooms.

Little rooms, large enough to fit two people and a stool, were separated from the rest of the room by deep purple curtains. Opposite of the changing rooms the rooms was a wall entirely covered by a large mirror. The rest of Magnus’ friends were standing there, with clothes swung over their arms. Thankfully, there was no one other than them there.

“Here, try them on, Mango,” Alex said as she shoved a lump of clothes in his arms.

The rest took the clothes they had to wear and disappeared behind the curtains, some giddy like Mallory and others intrigued like Sam. Magnus didn’t know what to expect from the clothes Alex picked for him, and while a part of him was afraid what embarrassing garment he’d have to put on, the masochistic side of him also wanted to know what it was.

The group of friends stripped out of their winter wear and into the random clothes they were given. “We all step outside on three,” Sam said from her changing room. “One, two, three!”

They all pulled aside their curtains and stepped out. Any fear Magnus might have had about being embarrassed was erased completely when he saw the mess his friends were in.

Mallory was in pencil skirt and blazer, like the ones Magnus had seen Ministry officials wear on TV, but the blazer was black and striped and the skirt was blue. Underneath the blazer was a pink t-shirt that was way too small for Mallory that had a moving unicorn on it. Halfborn probably got it from the children’s aisle, Magnus thought. To complete the look, Mallory’s frizzy red hair was hidden underneath a huge clown wig that changed colors.

Halfborn, on the other hand, wore a plated grey skirt that sparkled under the light and hardly reached his kneecaps (though Magnus knew it would have been longer on a girl. Or someone less buff). His chest was (partially) covered by a pink crop-top. It had a zipper on the back and Magnus saw Halfborn couldn’t zip it all the way if he was to fit in it.

T.J looked like he had jumped out of some horribly cheesy romance novel, those with beautiful women in flowy dresses being carried away by shirtless men on the covers. He wore thigh high boots with little pink bows on the sides and a colorful scarf wrapped around his neck. His chest was complexly bare, his shirt lying on the stool in his dressing room.

Sam was in long, wide disco pants with colorful patterns on them that reminded Magnus of a kaleidoscope. Her shirt was a white blouse with ruffles at the chest and big, dark sunglasses hid her eyes.

As for Alex, she wore a long, evening dress in dark pink that had emeralds sewn into the hem so it twinkled under the dressing room’s spotlights. There was a cut in the side to show the wearer’s legs and the dress was topped off by a ridiculously puffy skiing jacket that was charmed, like Mallory’s wig, to change colors, like you were throwing balls of paint on a canvas. Sitting on Alex’s green hair was a princess tiara from the children’s accessories.

And lastly, Magnus wore short shorts with a fluffy green pajama top that had a sleeping panda on it and bright purple legwarmer-like socks that reached until a bit before his kneecaps.

“Oh my god, look at Halfborn!” Alex said as soon as she walked out.

“For your information, I rock this skirt,” Halfborn said and then posed, bumping out his hips.

“I didn’t say you didn’t, but that color is just wrong for you,” Alex explained. “And it clashes with your crop-top.

“Where did you even find these?” Magnus asked, gesturing incredulously at his shorts. “It’s winter!”

“They were in a discount island with items from past seasons,” Alex said absentmindedly as she turned around to she herself in the mirror. “Nice dress. Fancy.”

“I never thought I’d see T.J in thigh highs,” Mallory said, examining T.J’s boots. “Why no shirt, though?”

The shirtless boy shrugged. “I thought it’d be funnier this way.”

Then, as if a light bulb went off above T.J’s head like this was a cartoon, he rushed back in his dressing room to retrieve his camera. T.J had gotten a magical camera for his birthday in second year that could still work even inside Hogwarts. Ever since then, he took pictures all the time whenever they did something together, kind of how Muggle teens would take selfies together. At the end of each year, T.J put all the pictures he had made in an album and after everyone had written in it, he would ask one of the teachers to spell him copies of it so each one of them had a copy.

Thankfully, those photo albums were among the few things Magnus had managed to save from the fire, since he kept them in his backpack. He couldn’t imagine losing years of memories with his friends.

“Everyone, strike a pose!” T.J said as he set the camera to face the mirror and then posed with his legs out to put emphasis on his boots. Everyone else followed his lead and took the most ridiculous fashion model pose they could think of. It took everything from Magnus, from all of them, really, to keep a straight face through it all and the moment the clicking sound was heard from the camera and the picture was taken, they all burst out laughing.

“Let’s do more!” Alex said excitedly.

Everyone agreed enthusiastically and T.J quickly set the camera to take a few more pictures. Said pictures were as over the top and ridiculous as you would expect from a group of teenagers. In one, they had their arms swung over each other’s shoulders, swinging their legs like saloon girls dancing. Then Magnus, Alex and Halfborn posed with fingerguns like they were Charlie’s Angels (the reference was lost on Alex and Halfborn, them being purebloods and all, but it didn’t matter). In another, T.J dipped Alex like they were on the cover of a cheesy romance novel. After that, they all tried to hoist up Alex so she lay horizontally in their arms in a ‘draw me like one of your French girls’ pose (needless to say the dropped her the moment the picture was taken because it was hard to keep her up). They took one where they all had a disco pose and, of course, a simple one where they gave each other bunny ears and looked into the camera with huge smiles on their faces.

They eventually had to leave the store when Professor Blitzen came by and told them that they should go enjoy the rest of Hogsmeade too. They didn’t leave before they managed to get their Professor to take a picture with them too.

Their clothes put back on their hangers, the group of friends left the shop to explore the rest of the village. They messed around like they did in Blitzen’s Best in the joke shop as well, trying out some of the sample gags that were lying around, like whoopie cushions and fake noses. They were told off pretty quickly by one of the shop’s employees but they managed to turn T.J’s hair blue before they had to leave.

“Look on the bright side,” Alex said. “You look good in blue! Plus, it’s your house color.”

They ended up in Valhalla, the most popular pub in Hogsmeade and the place where all Hogwarts students would at least stop by in a Hogsmeade visit. Halfborn rushed in and, thankfully, table 19 was free. The giant of a boy practically hurled himself across the room to get to the table before anyone could take it from them. The rest of the group, much saner than their burly friend, walked to the table calmly. A few of the youngest students looked at Halfborn confused, but the older students were much too used to this to bat an eye.

“How come we always sit at the 19th table?” Alex asked. “Halfborn acted like he would die if he didn’t sit at this table and we always sit at table 19 in meals. Am I missing something?”

“Not really,” T.J said. “We just do it. I’m not sure how it started, really.”

“I think we just sat at the 19th table in meals so much, it just stuck,” Sam added. “Some kids started referring to us as the group that always sits at the 19th table so we stuck with it.”

“We’ve made all them think there’s some dark, mysterious reason why we do it,” Mallory chipped in. “Most know that it’s probably nothing, but they don’t really want to risk it if there is something they don’t understand behind it.”

Alex nodded in understanding, though Magnus could see in the glint in her eyes that she filed the information under ‘potential ways to scare first years’. When the waitress came by, they each ordered a butterbeer and a bowl of snacks to go with it. They kept talking, joking around like teenagers do, and going from one random piece of information to the next. T.J proved to be a great source of gossip, to Alex’s apparent surprise. She had pegged Mallory, maybe even Magnus, to be the ones who knew what happened with other people’s lives, but no, it was quiet, often completely distracted T.J, who knew a lot of interesting things about people and yet didn’t realize they were interesting or worth mentioning.

When the food and their drinks came, Halfborn and Alex started another one of their little contests. They kept throwing bits of food at each other and opening their mouths wide to catch it. Needless to say most of it ended on the table. Fortunately for all of them, Sam knew the Heimlich maneuver and saved Halfborn when a piece of food stuck in his throat. Unfortunately, the food landed on Mallory’s face, who had to run to the bathroom to clean herself.

“Hey, Magnus?” Sam said when they were laughing at one of T.J’s jokes. “Can you come with me outside for a minute?”

“Uh, okay,” Magnus said awkwardly and got up to follow Sam outside.

The chilly air hit Magnus like a brick when he stepped outside, too used to the warm and stuffy air of the pub. The sun shined from behind the grey clouds and Magnus had spent enough winters at Hogwarts to know that the time when the streets would be covered with snow was nearing. He couldn’t wait to have snowball fights with his friends, even if he would end up with snow shoved down his shirt.

But thinking of snow and winter brought back memories of Christmas. Christmas trees with twinkling lights and red balls hanging from the branches, stockings hanging over a picture of a fireplace they stuck to the wall because their cheap London flat didn’t have a fireplace, countless nights he spent trying to stay up so he could see Santa Claus. The one time he managed to stay up and saw his mother in a Lady Santa Claus outfit, leaving him his presents under the tree. How she explained to him the next morning that Santa’s wife only delivered the presents of very special children. Burning his tongue on hot chocolate and getting a candy cane stuck in his hair. Crisp winter mornings spent in the park making snowmen and having snowball fights.

He swallowed, pushing down the knot in his throat that was the telltale sign that he was about to cry. He turned to Sam, trying to think of anything but his mother. Sam’s green hijab rustled in the chilly autumn breeze. Her expression was somber, her eyebrows furrowed together. Sam was an honest person and, as collected as he could be, she wore her heart on her sleeve. Standing next to her was enough to understand how she was feeling; her mood hit you in waves, like warmth from an open oven.

“Is something wrong, Sam?” Magnus asked.

“That’s actually what I wanted to ask you,” Sam said. She crossed her arms under her chest and Magnus wasn’t sure whether it was from the cold or from something else. “Is there something wrong with your mother?”

Magnus felt his blood run cold in veins and dread settle in his stomach. “What do you mean?”

“I didn’t see your mum on the Platform when we were leaving at the start of the year, she hasn’t written to you or sent you anything and whenever we bring her up you’re always really vague and change the topic.”

“There’s nothing wrong,” Magnus said. “I told you. My mum has a new job so she’s just really busy. Everything is alright.” It shocked Magnus how sincere he sounded. He could almost believe what he was saying was true, he wanted to believe it was true so, so much.

But as honest as Magnus might have sounded, it didn’t trick Sam. She sighed, her breath coming out in a puffy white cloud. “I’ve known you since we were eleven, Magnus, I can tell when there’s something wrong. Please don’t lie to me.”

Magnus swallowed down the emotion building up in his throat, threatening to rise up and choke him. He didn’t want to lie to her. Sam was one of his best friends and he wanted so much to just open his mouth and spill everything out to her, tell her everything that happened from start to finish. But he was afraid, afraid of relieving that night, afraid that if he went back he wouldn’t be able to come back.

“I’m fine, Sam,” he said. Keeping the emotion from bleeding into his voice was like trying to hold closed a submarine door when the water slammed against it on the other side. You were terrified it would burst open and you’d drown, yet as hard as you pushed back, water still came through the cracks.

Sam’s eyes shined with disappointment and hurt. Whether it was disappointment at him for lying to her or at herself for not getting him to open up, he didn’t know, the same way he didn’t know whether the hurt in her eyes was there because she thought he didn’t trust her enough to tell her or because she felt sorry for whatever he was going through. Despite the reason, Magnus still felt his heart clench painfully when he saw Sam like that.

“You’re not, Magnus,” she said, almost pleadingly. “You’re never fine when you say that, especially when you say it when no one asked you.” With a heavy sigh, she stepped closer. “Is your mother okay? Is… is she ill?”

Magnus must have flinched visibly because the hurt look in Sam’s eyes increased tenfold.

Maybe it was bad that he wished his mother was seriously ill, but… but he’d rather have her here, with him, even if she was bedridden and weak, because at least then she wouldn’t be gone. At least then they’d be hope, Magnus could ask for help and find her a doctor, she could get better.

Expect she couldn’t because there’s no getting better when you’re dead.

Sam took a deep breath and tentatively rested her hand on Magnus’ shoulder. “You… you don’t have to talk to me if you don’t want to. I know how hard this can be, but please know that I’m here for you if you need help. We all are.”

Magnus nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, alright. Thank you.”

He walked back into the pub with Sam, wishing his words hadn’t sounded so hollow, wishing he could wipe away the pain from Sam’s eyes. Wishing he could just curl up in his mother’s embrace and let the world around him disappear.

#Magnus chase and the obligatory hogwarts au #magnus chase #alex fierro #fierrochase #fanfiction #ch3

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