#r: a mandalore and his cyar

[jacensolodjo]

Sull, talking about Spar: I spent two months wondering if I'd ever see him again. I guess I expected him to miss me, too. Alpha 17: If you weren't constantly on long term missions, I'm sure he would have experienced a deep sense of loss. Sull: You know something? I always thought that beneath that cold, Alpha 17 exterior lay an even colder Alpha 17 interior. Now, I'm convinced you're a hopeless romantic. Alpha 17: There is no need to insult me, vod.

[onlythegentle-survive]

better with you - chapter eight

Pairing: Din Djarin x F!Reader

Series rating: M

Chapter rating: M

Word count: 4,648

Notes: This is the final chapter. I cannot believe that we’ve finally reached the end. I love this story and these characters so much and I love how you guys have all reacted to this story, it means the world to me. 

Reblogs/comments appreciated.

Chapter warnings: Pregnancy (including discussion of gender, baby bumps), brief non-explicit sex, treason, emotionally manipulative mother, weapons, lots and lots of feelings

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That night Din makes the gentlest love to you that he knows how to. He’s gentle and he’s tender and he takes his time, making sure that you know how much he loves and cherishes you. The two of you are beyond words, just existing as one. You whimper and sigh and cling to him as closely as is humanly possible as you bury your face into his neck, breathing him in. 

“You’re my girl. My best girl,” he murmurs into your ear. “And nothing or no one can take you away from me. Nothing can change that.” And you are so full of love and tenderness for this man that it almost hurts with how much you love him. 

You lean up and catch his lips with yours. It’s more of a grazing of lips than an actual kiss, but it conveys your love for him all the same. Especially when you card your fingers through his curls and lean your forehead against his. For a time after the revelations made by Talia earlier this afternoon, you’d been nervous that things would change between you and Din, regardless of what Din had said. 

You weren’t nervous about that anymore. 

Din wraps you up in his arms, weightless and strong. You kiss his chest as you settle against him. “I love you,” you murmur, echoing his words from earlier. “And nothing can change that.” You close your eyes. It’s still uncertain what you and Din will do about Talia, but whatever you end up doing, you’ll do it together. 

You must fall asleep because the next thing you know, there’s a dip in the bed. You’re sprawled out, missing the warmth and security of Din. He’s sitting beside you, dressed in his armour. “Din?” you murmur sleepily. “Where you going? C’me back to bed.” His hair is messy, still bedraggled. 

“I wish I could, sweet girl. I want nothing more. But I need to go to Tatooine,” he sighs. “I need to speak with Fennec and Boba Fett and Cobb Vanth.” 

Your heart sinks. “And you can’t call them here?” you ask, forcing yourself to sit up. Din strokes your shoulder. 

“I would, but the walls have ears here. Even if Talia is on our side, we still need to consider Silais.” You nod glumly. “And I need someone to take care of the kid. Someone that I trust.” That makes you feel better. You are still a relative stranger to Grogu, but the fact that Din trusts you with him stirs something in you. “Plus, I need to know that my girls are safe,” Din continues, bringing his hand up to cradle the back of your head, pressing his forehead against your brow. 

“Your girls?” you echo. 

“You and the baby.” Din places his other hand on your stomach in explanation and your heart flutters. It is far too early in the morning to be this tender. 

Trying for a teasing tone, you say, “So you think it’s a girl, eh?” 

He strokes the back of your head with his thumb. “I know it’s a girl, cyare.” Even though it’s far too early to know. He leans his head down to kiss you. You sigh into the kiss, clinging to him for as long as possible. You don’t want him to go; it will be the first time since you arrived on Mandalore that you’ve been apart from him for longer than a few hours. 

“I’ll be back before you know it, cyar’ika,” Din promises. “I love you.” 

“I love you,” you echo.

After pressing one last kiss to your forehead, he stands up from the bed and is gone. You slump back into the bed and consider the events of the past day. Was it only yesterday that you found out that you’re pregnant? And that your marriage to Din was originally based on a plot of treason? And that Grogu was returned to Din? The thought of Grogu has you sitting up in bed. He should still be asleep, but you should probably be with him. Din did trust you to take care of him. 

As quietly as possible, you push open the door to the adjoining bedroom, your old bedroom. Your eyes scan the room for a second before they land on the bundle of blankets and sheets. Grogu’s ears are poking out of the bundle. He’s snoring softly. You pad over to the bed, which is far too big for someone as tiny as Grogu. His breathing is even and deep, still soundly asleep. 

Carefully, you crawl into the bed next to him. You just met him for the first time yesterday, but you’ve seen the impact he’s made on Din. You already love this child. 

Grogu stirs for just the briefest of seconds as the weight of the bed shifts and you curl up under the blankets. “Looks like it’s just you and me for the next few days, kid,” you say. 

You doze for a little while, the sun still low on the horizon. When you wake again, a pair of expressive brown eyes are on you. “Morning sleepyhead,” you say. He reaches out and touches your cheek. 

“Patu.” He snuggles into you. 

It’s not hard to see why Din wants to keep him safe. The bond between the two of them. It’s only been a matter of hours since you first met Grogu and you already feel a strong maternal bond forming with him. Instinctively, a hand goes to your tummy, the maternal bond forming with the life that grows within you as well. 

Grogu blinks at you and coos something. “You hungry, buddy?” you ask. His eyes light up at that. “Yeah? You wanna go find something to eat?” You sit up, as does Grogu, and he makes “up arms” at you. Getting out of bed, you scoop up the child in your arms and make your way to the kitchen. 

Hestia and Talia are working on a stew for that evening’s dinner. “Good morning, Hestia. Talia.” You set Grogu down in a chair. 

“Good morning, Lady Djarin. Sweetheart,” Hestia coos at Grogu. Everyone is immediately taken with Grogu. Over Hestia’s head, Talia shoots you a worried, questioning look. You offer back a subtle nod and a look of reassurance. 

“The little guy is pretty hungry and we were looking for something to eat,” you say to Hestia, who immediately gets a bowl of stew ready for Grogu. She places a small wooden spoon on the table next to the bowl of stew. 

The door to the kitchen creaks open and in bustles Silais. Talia imperceptibly stiffens; you wouldn’t have noticed it had you not known what was going on. You give another nod to Talia. 

“Good morning, Lady Djarin.” 

“Silais,” you say coldly.

Silais is blissfully unaware that you know what is going on. “Where is Lord Djarin this morning?”

It’s bait. You play right into his hand. “He had to check on something.” It isn’t exactly a lie. 

“Where?” 

You resist the urge to roll your eyes. “My husband does not tell me everything,” you say. “I’m not his keeper. Nor are you. He simply said he would be back later.” It’s not a complete lie. 

Hestia, who doesn’t know everything just yet. You quite like Hestia and she’s able to keep things discreet, so you might tell her, that is, if she hasn’t already figured it out. “Silais,” she says, getting the Twi’lek’s attention. 

“Yes?” 

“Do you need something or are you here to bother Lady Djarin and young master Grogu?” she asks. Your already high respect for the housekeeper just increased tenfold. You stifle your laugh, making it sound more like a cough. It’s difficult to maintain a straight face as he sputters for an answer and then, when he can’t think of anything, slinks out of the room. 

“Where did Lord Djarin go?” asks Hestia as Talia pulls up a seat. 

You glance at the door, which is still slightly ajar. Hestia, following your glance, pushes the door shut with a resounding click. The three of you share a look. 

The walls have ears, Din had said. “Where is Lord Djarin?” asks Talia. 

“Tatooine. He needed to speak with Lord Fett and Fennec Shand as well as Marshal Cobb Vanth. And possibly some others as well,” you speak quietly, not wanting to give too many details away in case Silais is still eavesdropping. 

“Speak to them? About what?” whispers Hestia. You contemplate for a long moment before deciding to fill in Hestia on the truth; you trust her. And when Talia nods, you reach for a holopad on the table, write something down before passing it to Hestia. 

Spies for Bo-Katan Kryze. Silais and Talia working for her along with my mother to take Mandalore for herself. 

Hestia raises a brow. “Talia?” she whispers. 

You take the holopad back and write something else down. Talia double agent. Working for myself and Din. 

“I see,” she says. 

Grogu sets his spoon down with a satisfied sigh, unknowingly breaking the tension that had been building in the room. 

- - - - 

After swearing Hestia to secrecy, you make your way to the fresher. Grogu needs a bath. After testing the water, you place him in the tub, which isn’t filled very much. “I bet they didn’t have baths like this at Luke’s special school, did they?” you ask. 

Grogu looks thoroughly pleased.

“You know your papa is really glad that you’re back,” you say, picking up the soap and lathering it on a washcloth. 

“Patu.” 

“Is that what patu means? Papa?” you ask. Grogu just babbles as you wash behind his ears, which you take as confirmation; you file away that information to tell Din later. After his bath, you pat him down gently with the softest towel you can find and put him back in his brown robe. “You’re pretty adorable, you know that?” you ask. Grogu coos as if to say “I know.” 

It’s odd without Din. You spend most of the day with Grogu. After dinner, Talia comes to find you. “Is Lord Djarin on Tatooine because of what I said?” She doesn’t need to clarify.

“Yes. Getting reinforcements, I think. It was early when he left.” 

“And why didn’t you go with him?” she asks. 

You sigh. “Because he needs someone to watch Grogu. And because he doesn’t trust Silais.” 

“He’s right not to.” Talia pauses. “Does he trust me? Do you?” 

The question shouldn’t take you aback, but it does. “You did tell us what was happening,” you start. “And you’re willing to act as our double agent. So, we don’t not trust you,” you offer. It’s the best you can do at the moment. “Once you prove yourself with information that mother and Kryze give you, we’ll see.” Talia nods and you can see in her face that she just wants validation, something you can’t offer at the moment. “Once Din returns, we’ll know more about what to do and how to proceed.” 

At the mention of Din, you think about him. You wonder if he’s doing okay. Talia clears her throat. “For what it’s worth Lady Djarin, I am sorry for my part in this.” 

“I know you are, Talia,” you reply. 

Once Talia leaves, you start getting Grogu ready for bed. You’ve both had a long day and Grogu is knocked out in seconds after his head hits the pillow. Your bed is empty without Din, his side of it vast and unending. Still, you crawl in and after tossing and turning for a little bit, you finally fall asleep. 

When you wake, the bed is warm, and strong arms are wrapped around your waist. “Morning, cyare,” Din’s soft voice whispers into your ear. He presses a kiss to the back of your neck. 

Twisting in his arms, you lean your head up so you can kiss him. “You’re back,” you say. “That was quicker than expected. How did it go?” 

Din rests his chin on the crown of your head and you close your eyes, letting your head rest on his chest. “Fett, Shand, Vanth and Karga are all on their way.” Your eyes widen. “I called Karga from the starfighter,” he explains. “I got there, explained what was happening and almost immediately came back.” 

“Oh, Din. You must be exhausted.” 

“I’ll rest once we’ve had a full discussion. Do you think Talia will be willing to speak with them?” asks Din. 

You yawn. “Probably. When are they arriving?” 

“Soon. We’ll have to keep Silais pre-occupied. Keep him off the trail,” Din muses.

Stretching in his hold, you agree. “He was certainly very nosy yesterday. I also informed Hestia of what was going on.” 

Din nods. “That’s good. She’s trustworthy.” His eyes flutter shut for a moment. “I don’t want to move, I’m so tired.” 

You don’t want to move either, but you need to formulate a plan. “Grogu and I had fun yesterday,” you say, trying to keep him awake. 

“That’s good,” Din replies. “He’s very fond of you.” 

“The feeling’s mutual.” 

You lie there for a while. Until you absolutely must get up. Grogu starts chattering away in the other room. “I’ll get him,” says Din. Once he gets up, you get up as well. Throwing on the first dress you see, you follow Din into Grogu’s room. 

“I’m back, kid. Yeah,” Din is saying to Grogu. 

There’s a tap on the door. “Lord and Lady Djarin?” It’s Silais. “Lord Fett, Lady Shand, Magistrate Karga and Marshal Cobb Vanth are here.” You and Din exchange a look. 

“Thank you Silais, please see them to the library and we’ll be along shortly,” you say, making your way to the intercom. “Hestia? Can you make sure that Silais is kept busy today?” you ask. 

“Certainly, my lady. I can think of some chores and errands that need doing.” 

Silais dealt with, you, Din and Grogu make your way to the library where Hestia is giving Silais a list of things to do. Silais looks displeased but acquiesces. “There’s tea and food in there for you,” says Hestia. You thank her and enter the library. 

Talia is already in there, looking absolutely petrified. Greef Karga is trying to reassure her. “I don’t think we’ve had the pleasure,” he says to you. “Magistrate Greef Karga at your service.” 

You introduce yourself and he shakes your hand before his attention turns to Grogu. “And you, little one. Has Mando been giving you a hard time?” he asks. Grogu babbles at Greef, clearly happy to see him. 

“I think congratulations are in order,” Fennec says to you in an undertone. You blink and she smirks. “No, Mando didn’t say anything. Just the way you’re carrying yourself is different.” 

Before you can say anything, Din calls the meeting to order. You sit in the chair next to him as he begins to explain what’s happening. “Talia here has agreed to be our double agent. She will continue to feed information to Kryze while really spying on her and giving us information. At this moment it’s unclear what, if anything, is planned for the Life Day gala. All Talia knows is that something is in the process of being planned for then.” 

Boba grumbles something. “We should have never allowed her a spot on the council, we should have dealt with her then. And that majordomo.” He scoffs. “Knew there was something about him.” 

“I’ll explain later,” Din whispers to you. 

Cobb Vanth speaks up. “Could this be a coalition with the leftover Pyke syndicate?” he asks. “Or is this just Kryze herself?” 

Din shrugs, but before he can answer, Talia speaks up. “No. This is just her. She gets others to do the dirty work for her, but this is all Bo-Katan. And Lady Djarin’s mother.” 

“Regardless, it’s treason of the highest order,” Karga offers. “You were right to reach out for help.” 

“Do any of you have any suggestions?” asks Din. 

“This might sound counter-intuitive, but I think proceed as normal for the time being, and once more information comes out, plan your counter-strike,” suggests Fennec.

Din nods. “That’s what we were leaning towards. We have two and a half months until Life Day. Do you think that gives us enough time?” he asks the table. 

The group of them collectively agree. “Keep us informed,” says Karga. “And we’ll be there at Life Day to provide backup,” adds Boba. 

“Technically it’s your jurisdiction, partner,” Cobb says. “Only you or your lovely wife can make the arrest and the sentencing for everyone involved. But it don’t hurt to have some backup.” 

The thought of arresting your mother sends a chill down your spine. Will you be able to, when it comes down to it? You hadn’t given it much thought before now. 

“We’ll stick around for a few days, keep an eye on… things,” says Fennec. 

“What about this one?” asks Boba, referring to Talia, “shouldn’t she be arrested for collusion?” 

Talia blanches. “No. She was acting under duress,” you say firmly and Din nods in agreement. 

The meeting is adjourned. Din groans in exhaustion. “Right,” you say, your tone brooking no argument. “Bed.” 

- - - - 

Two and a half months later, Life Day

“I know you’re in there, ad’ika,” you say to your stomach, “you don’t need to kick that hard, little one.” 

Din presses a kiss to your slightly swollen belly. “Ad’ika,” he chides, “be nice to your mama. Rest my darling.”

The kicking stops. “Of course, they listen to you,” you grumble. Din kisses you and you sigh languidly. “Do you think it would be terribly tacky if we skipped the gala altogether?” you ask, half-jokingly.

The gala is prepared to the very last detail. As is Bo-Katan’s strike against you and Din. Talia has proven herself to be a master double-agent, filling you in on every detail about Bo-Katan’s plan; her plan is to challenge Din’s rule during the gala with everyone watching before summoning him to a duel. 

“She could have done that when I won the darksaber,” Din had grumbled when Talia told you the plan. Still, Bo-Katan’s name had remained on the invite list. To not invite her would have looked suspicious. 

“Relax, cyare, everything will be fine,” Din assures you, kissing your temple. “Everything is planned and we will be ready for whatever happens.” 

You nod and continue to prepare yourself for the gala. Your mother had arrived the night before and you are doing everything you can to pretend like you don’t know she’s involved. You have the damning evidence, provided to you by Talia, who had been recording every holovid call since the beginning. You had more than enough evidence to lay accusations and dole out whatever punishment was necessary. 

Using the excuse of preparing for the gala, you don’t see much of her, and when you do, you wear billowing outfits that hide your growing bump. She is none the wiser. 

“We still have an hour or so before people start arriving,” says Din, a twinkle in his eye that you know well. “I can think of a few ways to pass the time.” 

It takes no convincing on his part for you to agree. You’re fashionably late to your own party. Worth it, in your opinion. 

Immediately you spot Luke, Leia and two people you haven’t met before. One of them is Leia’s husband, Han Solo, the other is, you assume, their son Ben. “I’m so glad you could make it,” you say to the twins before introducing yourself and Din to Han and Ben. Ben Solo is the most serious five year old you think you’ve ever met.

Out of the corner of your eye you see Kes Dameron and his son Poe. A few feet away from them is Bo-Katan, speaking with your mother about something. Instinctively, you mentally reach for the blaster that’s holstered at your thigh. You hadn’t wanted to carry the blaster, but Din and Fennec both insisted. You and your small group of people that know what’s going on are on high alert, waiting for the other shoe to drop. You’re glad that Hestia insisted on watching Grogu tonight; you don’t want him getting caught in the crossfire. 

“If I could have everyone’s attention.” Din calls for silence. “I would just like to take a moment to thank everyone for coming out to this Life Day-slash-marriage celebration gala. Lady Djarin and I are very happy for everyone’s support.” The room applauds. “Thank you. I’d also like to take this moment to wish you and your families a very happy Life Day and to give a toast to my lovely br—” 

Din’s cut off by sarcastic clapping; you don’t need to look in the direction it’s coming from to know who it is. It’s Bo-Katan. You glance in the direction of Talia and she nods, confirming your suspicions. “Bravo,” drawls Bo-Katan. “Such grand words from a grand pretender. This man, ladies and gentlemen, is not the true ruler of Mandalore.” 

“I thought the true ruler of Mandalore was whoever won the darksaber in combat,” drawls Boba, edging closer to Bo-Katan; she looks like a wounded animal, snarling and defensive, at this snark. “Which, as memory serves, you did not. Djarin did.” 

There are murmurs of agreement scattered across the room. Bo-Katan’s smug smirk falters slightly. This wasn’t the response she was expecting. “Be that as it may, one can still challenge a ruler of Mandalore.” 

“Why would you want to, though?” you ask, “Do you have evidence that he is not a fit ruler?” 

You hear your mother scoff. “You don’t need evidence of an unfit ruler to challenge the claim,” she sputters.

“And what would you know of it?” she asks you. You let the barb slide off you. 

“Bo-Katan,” Din says carefully, “don’t do this. What you’re doing is treason. It will only end badly for you.” 

She rolls her eyes. “You mean it will end badly for you.” Kryze reaches for a weapon, but before she can, Boba Fett is restraining her, Fennec and you holding your blasters in her direction. 

“Don’t try it,” he snarls.

“People of Mandalore, honoured guests,” you say. “We have proof that Bo-Katan Kryze, among others, have been planning a coup against my husband and I.” 

There is a wave of shocked and angry murmuring spread across the entire hall. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Silais try to make a run for the door. “Greef!” you call out and the magistrate of Nevarro is on him. “Not so fast, traitor,” he says. 

Talia chooses that moment to play the audio from the recorded holovid calls over the speaker system. It’s without any doubt that Bo-Katan was prepared to commit treason along with your mother. “You little snake!” Bo-Katan snarls at Talia. “How dare you record our private calls!” She stops speaking, her outburst the last confirmation you and the crowd need.

When your mother, standing beside you, hears her voice, she stiffens. “Sweetheart, you don’t believe that I would ever — That I could ever… You’re my daughter.” 

“That’s right. I am your daughter. That you decided to use as a pawn and betray,” your voice is flat. 

“You’re embarrassing us!” she says as a last-ditch effort to refrain from being arrested. 

“I’m embarrassing us?” you echo. “You’re embarrassing yourself.” You spot Leia in the crowd, making her way towards you. “You work closely with the New Republic,” you say to her. “Can we have her and Kryze arrested for treason? As well as Silais?” 

Leia nods. “It’s well within yours and Din’s jurisdiction,” she confirms. “Treason is punishable by law in all the Rims.” 

You hear rather than see Bo-Katan and Silais’s arrest, your eyes and your blaster still focused on your mother. Din’s voice calling your name pulls your attention to him. He doesn’t say anything, but his eyes, momentarily glancing at your mother, ask the question. “Do it,” you say. 

“Is this what daughters do? Arrest their mothers on Life Day?” 

You don’t answer the question. Instead, you say, “I want you to know that after today I will never think about you ever again. You will never see me and you will never meet your grandchild. I am stripping you of your title and you will spend the rest of your days in a New Republic cell.” At the mention of your baby, your mother’s eyes flicker to your stomach, widen and dart back to your face as binders are put on her wrists. She, Bo-Katan, and Silais are led out of the hall, protesting the entire time.

It’s only later that night, once the guests have left and once you and Din are in bed, does he ask, “Are you okay?” 

You cup his cheek, swallow hard. “I’m fine. I will be fine,” you amend. 

He leans into the touch, turns his face to kiss your palm. “You’re incredible. You’re so brave and selfless and good. I’m a better man because of you,” he says. You have to swallow another lump in your throat. 

“And you, Din Djarin, are a good man. And a good ruler. And I’m so lucky to be your wife.” 

He puts his hands on your stomach. “Everything’s going to be okay,” he murmurs. “We’re together, and nothing will be able to take you away from me.” 

- - - - -

Two years later…

“Ad’ikas!” you call, “lunchtime!” Din chuckles and you glance at him. “What’s so funny?” you ask. 

“It’s ade, not ad’ikas,” he says, giving you a kiss. 

Grogu and his sister toddle into the dining room. Din had been right, your baby is a girl. There’s no doubting who her father is with her dark brown eyes and curls. Hestia is following close behind the two of them. Since your daughter was old enough, she and Grogu have been as thick as thieves. He had been so gentle with her in the early days of her infancy. She was born on Din’s mother’s birthday; you’d already been thinking of naming her in honour of Din’s mother, but that had solidified it. 

The aftermath of the attempted coup had been a bit difficult. Both your mother and Bo-Katan had attempted to contest the charges, but Leia and other New Republic officials had overruled their appeals. It was hard to reconcile the fact that your mother would do such a thing at first.

As it turned out, Bo-Katan had fewer acolytes than she originally thought. People approved of Din and you. 

Since then, you have given Talia a promotion, having made her Hestia’s assistant and moved her mother to Mandalore so that she can be closer and get the medical treatment she needs; she’s doing much better now. Mandalore is a peaceful planet, Din their benevolent ruler with you by his side to support each other. You’ve made some changes both to the planet and to the manor, both for the better. Mostly, though, you’ve been spending your time with Din and your family, waiting for the next addition to arrive. This one is due any time now. 

It’s been over two years since you married Din, since you had agreed to be his wife. And while at the beginning it had been to satisfy an arrangement, it quickly became a marriage of mutual love, respect, kindness, tenderness. You love each other as much now as you did when you first married him, if not more. 

Din rests his hands on your belly, “What are you thinking about, cyare?” he murmurs as Hestia sits the children down at the table. 

You look up into his soft, expressive brown eyes that you love so much. “Just thinking about how much I love you. How I’m better with you.” 

Din smiles, kisses you. “What a coincidence,” he muses, “because I was thinking the same thing.”

The End

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[writer1]

A Shared Curse

Part 2

Tears fill the blue eyes that stare at Rex, who can't believe what he's seeing. Anakin whines, crouching down to try to appear shorter. Rex notices that his right arm is just a stump, the cybernetic must have fallen off.

Rex just stares, making Anakin think that he hates him. He squeezes his eyes shut, turns and darts off. Rex snaps out of his shock, screaming at Anakin.

"Anakin! Wait!" Rex wants to run after him but Kanan stops him.

"What is going on! Why did you call that monster Anakin?" Kanan doesn't understand but Sabine quickly explains.

"Anakin turned into that after the other one bit him, he's something called a werewolf. I remember hearing the legends as a child on Mandalore." Kanan can sense the truth in her words, his eyes widen.

"Anakin isn't the only one, I'm one too." Both Sabine and Kanan turn to Rex as he starts to explain everything. They listen intently.

×××

"So you're a werewolf but Anakin doesn't know." Kanan tries to clarify, trying to believe what his friend has just told him. Rex nods.

"Yes. I was too scared to tell him, I never thought that he'd get turned into one too. Now he probably thinks that I hate him." Rex feels so much guilt, maybe if Anakin had known he wouldn't have ran.

Or he would have known what the creature was and would have been more careful. Rex looks around, noticing that Anakin's cybernetic arm is on the ground.

"Rex, you go get Anakin. I'll comm everyone to get back to the ship, that werewolf is still out there, Sabine, you head back to the ship and see if you can find any of the others on your way." Sabine nods

On it." She leaves, but not before grabbing Anakin's lightsaber and cybernetic arm from the ground.

"Okay, can you take my armor back. I'm going to transform, it'll be easier to find Anakin." Kanan nods and Rex starts stripping of his armor, he gets ready to transform, taking his shirt off.

"You can leave now if this'll freak you out."

"I'd like to see exactly what we're up against, besides you're still my annoying friend when you're like that, right?" Rex gives Kanan a smile, he's thankful that this hasn't ruined the friendship that was so hard to have.

Rex concentrates for a few seconds, instantly groaning when he starts to feel that familiar discomfort. He kneels down as he transforms, his body growing bigger, bones rearranging. His voice grows deeper everytime he groans.

Fur sprouts all over his body, all grey except for a few specks of white and a big section of white on his snout where his beard usually is. He stretches his body out like a cat as he stands up straight, tail swishing behind him. He turns to Kanan who looks shocked.

"Holy shit, you're huge." Rex chuckles, that was what Wolffe had said the first time he transformed.

"Yep, but you might want to warn everyone that there's going to be two werewolves returning, don't want any accidents." Kanan nods and Rex heads off to search for his Riddur.

He picks up his scent right away, his sense of smell is much better, so is his hearing. Rex runs on all fours, trying to get to his Riddur as soon as possible.

He comes to a large cave, he can hear the sobs and whimpers of Anakin coming from inside it. Rex's ears press back against his head, he feels so bad that this happened to his Riddur.

Some people might be happy to have there love share the burden with them... But Rex could never be happy. He's still going to love Anakin no matter what, but he hates that he has to go through this too.

Rex slowly walks in, making sure his footsteps are loud as not to scare Anakin. The whimpers get louder as he comes to a boulder, it must have fallen from the ceiling of the cave. Anakin must be just behind it, Rex hears the whimpers quiet down some.

"Anakin!" He calls out, hoping that Anakin will recognize his voice.

"Go away!" Anakin yells back to Rex, he can't believe that this happened. Rex must think that he's a monster, he'll never love him again. For a moment he wonders why Rex's voice is deeper, but he's in too much distress to really think about it.

"Ani, it's okay, Cyare." Rex can hear in how freaked out and distressed he is in his voice, it's perfectly understandable.

Rex knows that Anakin isn't thinking straight or he would have asked why his voice was deeper too.

"It's not okay! Nothing is okay." Anakin yells, ending in a sob, Rex feels so much pain in his heart, he wishes that he could have protected Anakin from this.

"There's something I need to show you, Riddur. Can I please come over." Rex waits for a response, sitting against the one side of the boulder.

"No!" Rex sighs, he understands how Anakin is feeling. He acted just as bad when he first became a werewolf.

"Please. I promise that I won't be afraid of you, you aren't alone."

"Okay." Anakin whispers, he's tired of being alone, Rex probably wouldn't have heard it if he were human. He walks around the rock, making sure to be loud. He sees Anakin, who's hiding his face in his hand.

"Anakin. Can ya look please." Anakin shakes his head, he doesn't want to see the look of disgust on Rex's face. He feels Rex grab his hand, noticing that Rex's hand is bigger than it should be. He keeps his eyes shut, scared of seeing Rex's reaction. He knows that it's going to be bad.

"Ani, please look at me, cyare." Anakin hears the pleading tone in Rex's voice, he slowly opens his eyes, and they widen in shock. He quickly pulls his hand away and tries to scoot back, but hits the boulder. His ears press back against his head and he whimpers.

"Anakin! Calm down its me, Riddur. Shhh, it's me." Rex tries to comfort Anakin, reaching his hand out. But he just flinches away from Rex.

"You aren't Rex! Rex isn't a Werewolf." Anakn curls in on himself more, he's absolutely terrified. Rex's ears press against his head, he feels so guilty for scaring him.

"Ani, it's me. I promise, look at me, don't you see that it's me." Anakin turns to look at the Werewolf, his eyes widen as realization slowly dawns on him. He see's that the Werewolf is wearing Rex's pants and has white fur exactly where Rex's beard would be.

"Rex?" Anakin asks quietly and Rex breathes a sigh of relief, happy that Anakin recognizes him now. He nods, but Anakin starts freaking out, thinking that the same Werewolf that bit him bit his husband.

"R-Rex! What happened? Did the beast bite you too?" Rex shakes his head, trying to calm down his poor husband.

"No. No, it didn't. At least not that one."

"What?" Rex sighs, he hopes that Anakin doesn't hate him for lying. His ears press tightly against the back of his head again.

"I was bitten shortly after the purge Anakin." Anakin uncurls himself a little, looking at his husband.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I was scared, I regret it now. I'm sorry." Anakin looks at Rex in confusion, he doesn't understand why Rex is sorry.

"Why are you sorry?"

"Maybe... Maybe if I had told you this wouldn't have happened." Anakin stands up, immediately wrapping Rex in a one armed hug. He wrap's his arms around Anakin, nuzzling into him.

"It's not your fault, Rex. You couldn't have known, I'm sorry that I wasn't there for you when you were bitten. I should have been there" Rex feels the tears as they wet his fur, Anakin is crying.

"Hey, at least you're here now. Although when I imagined telling you I never thought that you'd be a werewolf too." Rex chuckles nervously, making Anakin smile against his chest. They both sit down, Anakin still pressed against Rex's chest.

Rex brushes his fingers through Anakin's fur, it always used to comfort him before. Although it was his hair not fur, it does still work as he feels Anakin start to relax against him, sighing in content.

They then hear a thumping noise, making Anakin looks around in confusion.

"What the Kriff...?" Rex chuckles quietly.

"Ani, that's... That's your tail, Riddur." Anakin turns to look at it, glaring as if it's the most offensive thing in the Galaxy, making Rex chuckle more. He pulls Anakin closer, nuzzling into him.

"We're going to need to make you a new cybernetic for while you're like this." Rex whispers as Anakin chuckles.

"I'm not sure if that's possible, it'd be to hard to attach it while I'm like this." Rex nods, wishing that he could kiss his husband. And resisting the urge to lick him. Stupid wolf instincts, he thinks to himself before nuzzling Anakin again.

"I love you, Ani, more than anything. You ready to head back to the ghost, the other Wolf could still be out here." Anakin pulls away, standing up and nodding nervously, he doesn't really want anyone to see him like this. Rex places a finger under his chin, lifting it so that he's looking at him

"Hey, I'll be with you the whole time. You aren't alone." Anakin musters a small smile, he'll be fine as long as he has Rex right beside him.

They head out of the cave together, finding their way back to the ghost. Suddenly there's a crack of a stick and Rex freezes.

"Ani freeze! We aren't alone!" Rex gets into a battle stance, the wolf comes out of some bushes. Anakin also gets into a battle position, wishing that he had his lightsaber right now, even if he's unsure that he'd be able to use it in this form. Anakin knows one thing, this isn't going to end well.

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