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slimybeth69 · 7 days ago

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Touch: Part 8

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Series Summary: The Mandalorian is quite interested in what you've been doodling. What happens when he finds out?

Rating: Explicit

Chapter Summary: Tatooine is nice, Grogu... not so much.

CW: me making things up about a ship that I have no reason to even think about, smut: mutual mast (whaaat? again???) unprotected P in V, creampies.

a/n: this chapter was heavily Rough Day inspired as is the whole story, but one part from Rough Day stuck with more than the rest-- you'll see. love you @no-droids, miss you.

“This is your hyperspace map.” Din points to one screen on the left side of the ship's cockpit dashboard.

You’re sitting in the Captain's chair with Grogu in your lap.

“Both of you, pay attention.” Din snaps his gloved fingers in the child's face. Granted, Grogu had been looking around in awe of all the screens and buttons and things that neither of you had been allowed to touch until right now.

Grogu faces forward and you give him a comforting squeeze.

"You can determine your range by looking at your fuel gauge.” Din turns his helmet in your direction to make sure you’re paying attention.

You nod in understanding. “Determine your range by checking the fuel gauge. Got it," you imitate Din's rasp with a smirk.

He shakes his helmet from side to side and turns to look down at Grogu, who is looking at a different screen right next to the fuel gauge.

Din points to that one now and as he does, it starts blinking red and the alarms start going off in the ship again. Not as loud in here though. The Captain needs to think clearly.

“This is your enemy proximity warning indicator...” Din sighs softly. “Okay, get outta the chair. We got pirates. Go somewhere you can hold onto something, or strap in-” he motions to the chair beside him in the cockpit.

That is terrifying-- being where the action goes down inside the ship!? No, thank you.

The comlink in the cockpit kicks on and a voice begins speaking to Din.

“You cannot just run away after cuttin’ down four of my brothers in cold blood, Mandalorian.”

The voice rings out through the ship and makes you flinch. You look down at Din as you stand in the doorway of the cockpit. This unlike anything you’ve ever dealt with before.

Din kept you packed away safely on the Crest-- far away from whatever this was.

Pirates. Cutting down in cold blood.

The man continues to speak as dreadful thoughts of what could happen to you and Grogu floats through your head.

Din is always safe, never has failed to come home but you’re barely a Jedi. You’re realizing that now when you get scared or overwhelmed. You might be able to fight but being a Jedi takes way more time than two years.

“Gorian Shard should stick to hijacking and ransoming."

The ship suddenly jolts, and is now speeding much more quickly than before. It makes you stumble back several steps but you grab onto a doorway and hold on tight as Din weaves in and out of asteroids.

Maker--this is not what you thought Din did out here in the galaxy. Getting chased by pirates!? He was supposed to be a bounty hunter, that’s what he told you when he hired you.

This doesn’t really look or feel like hunting. It feels like being hunted–that’s what it feels like.

It’s all okay. You’re gonna be fine! Din won't let anything bad happen to you, ever. Not now!

“I’m actually going to need you to strap in. Hold on to Grogu.” Din’s voice is strained as it calls back to you from the captains chair.

You struggle to make your way back up to him, but you manage to get yourself into the co-pilot seat and strap in. “Please hold on. Pay attention too; free lesson.”

For what?!

This isn’t what you signed up for when you agreed to let him teach you how to fly the new ship. No, you thought you’d have fun in the seat he’s in- maybe take off, land the ship sometimes. Not this! This is all getting a little too real now.

The wound on Din’s leg was the start of it two years ago- when you nursed him back to health. Now he wants to you fly this damn ship sometimes, and be chased by pirates or whatever else was out there waiting for him. Now you too! And Grogu! Three more enemies start approaching from the front of the ship, not from the rear where the other three were coming from.

“Din…” You point to the screen and show him what you’re seeing.

“Three more?” He sounds confused as he turns the ship in the opposite direction. “Where did they come from?” You don’t know, you don’t care, you just want him to get you all out of here safely. You wince and hold Grogu tightly to your chest and try to cover his eyes. “No. Don’t . Let him see, he’ll be a Mandalorian one day.” You sigh and take your hands away from the child’s face so he can see all the asteroids and other ships that are shooting at you fly past.

“This just-fuck!– sorry,” you look over at Din apologetically, but he almost just hit an asteroid! You’re expected to not swear? “This is just a lot…for a child. What if he has nightmares?” You ask, your free hand now holding on to the wall on your side. You go to push for brakes that aren’t there on the floor and your whole body is stretched out in the chair beside Din as he heads straight for another asteroid. “Din. Din. Din. Din. Din.”

He’s going to fucking kill you, but at the last second he pulls up and you think you can feel the ship ding it–just scrape right along the tip-top of the giant floating boulder in space.

“Oops,” Din rasps from behind his modulator as you glare at him. “Just a scratch.”

You roll your eyes and hear an explosion behind you. Don’t wanna know. You guys keep doing this until you run around the biggest asteroid you’ve personally ever seen. There’s a giant ship hidden behind it.

“Lemme guess…umm… Gorgan–no…Gorian Shard!” You say excitedly, pointing out the window. “That’s Gorian Shard’s ship, isn’t it?” You smile very pleased with yourself for listening so well. You look over at Din after taking in the sheer size of the destroyer in front of you–

Oh shit... A destroyer?

You watch in horror as all the guns drop down from the bottom, and then the giant ships blasters on top point right in your direction. Your smile drops. "Uh-oh."

“They’ve got a target lock on us. Be quiet.” Din rasps softly. The coms click on again and you hear a new voice in the ship now.

“Stop where you are, Mandalorian.” This new voice calls out.

It’s Gorian Shard. You know it is.

“You’re outgunned.”

Outgunned?

You had just woken up, sore as all hell from your activities the night before–walking around like you just spent two days on a blurrg nonstop- when Din says let's look at the cockpit. Let’s play pilots. Now you’re being outgunned. Wonderful.

“I have no quarrel with you,” Din says calmly into the coms.

You think back for a moment, and are sure he’s never not spoken calmly around you. He’s always calm. How does the man do it? Maybe the only time was after your trip to the market when he shoved credits at you but even then, he never raised his voice.

“Ha! What a sentiment of a man who just destroyed four of my fighters.” The voice buzzes out over the coms.

Four? When did Din get four of them? You were sitting here the whole time! Your eyes might have been closed for a minute, sure, you don’t really remember.

“Surrender your ship and I will spare your lives.” The voice calls out again.

You look over at Din silently. He turns his helmet to you.

“Listen– both of you- don’t ever trust a pirate. Hold on to the kid." And then he fingers some button near the proximity warning indicator and the ship is being hurled towards Gorian Shard's destroyer.

"Din..." You draw his name out as you get closer and closer, but Din knows what he's doing and you fly right past the destroyer at hyper-speed. "I hate it." You close your eyes and shake your head. "The Crest couldn't do this."

"It sure couldn't." Din laughs through his modulator.

“We have to go where? I thought you said we were going to Mandalore.” You’re watching Din as he rubs his bare fingers along your bruised ankle. He’s got his helmet off and the sun-shields isn't up so it’s a pale darkness in your room. You’re sitting against your bed as he lays on the floor in front of you. Grogu is sleeping in your blankets somewhere beside him.

“We need a memory circuit. For IG-11, remember?” Din mumbles with his eyes closed.

You can’t look away from him. He’s really so handsome.

“What do we need the droid for anyway? He tried to kill us.” You motion to the blanket pile next to Grogu. The two of you don’t need to be nearly as quiet as you used to have to be. Grogu really does sleep like a rock. “Almost broke my ankle.” You wiggle the foot he’s running his fingers across the top of.

Din snorts softly, but keeps his eyes closed.

“I don’t know what the atmosphere is going to be like there. Or what the planet is really like at all since it was destroyed.” Din explains.

You remember hearing about the Great Purge as a child and what the Galactic Empire did to the Mandalorian people. Your aunt would tell you all the things she knew. Even if they weren’t always nice or sweet. She let you know that real bad things happen out in the galaxy. There were bad people out there that made those bad things happen.

“I'm gonna send the droid out first to see what happens.” Din’s voice is still so calm- just as calm as he was in the cockpit this afternoon.

“And then what? You go and bathe in the waters? Then you can never take the helmet back off?” Your voice is quiet and wavers slightly.

Din silently nods his head.

“And that's what you wish for?" You’re genuinely curious.

“It is. Do you not wish me to?” Din asks now, rolling his head to the side to look at you. It draws a smile on your face. You don’t want him to put the helmet back on, not at all. You won’t ever tell him that.

“I wish for you to be happy. Safe, more than anything.” You whisper to him, still grinning sheepishly. “That’s all I wish for- us all together like this when we can be." You old your hand up to him and Grogu sleeping next to him. "For you to just be safe and come back to me when you must leave. Helmet. No helmet. I'll take you as you come to me."

Your words make Din smile. A real smile. Not a sleepy ‘look, you almost broke my nose’ smile in the night. This was Din’s real smile. You wonder how many times you missed out on it because it’s hidden from you behind that helmet.

Din gives your foot a soft squeeze. It’s impossible to not think about the future with him. It never really comes up and you can see why now after that small chase today. There is no guaranteed future-- so why talk about it?

The memory of being in Nevarro with Din was more than enough to keep your heart happy, the idea that maybe one day, you'd be able to find a nice plot of land there and live in a real house-- maybe give Grogu a non-green sibling.

“Are you happy?” Din asks, his other hand ghosting across your thigh. You'll never get tired of the way his heat feels against you. It's the thing you look forward to most when the day is wrapping up and you know he's going to hold you in his arms or you'll press yourself into his back and keep him close and safe all night. “You still want to stay? Even after our run in with Gorian Shard?” Din’s fingers tickle you gently. Not enough to actually tickle, just touches.

You scoff, “Gorian Shard doesn’t scare me," you shake your head from side to side, looking at Din through your lashes. “I used to work for this guy who was a real ass. Now he was scary,” you wink at him.

He leans up careful to not wake Grogu and points a finger at you. “I was only an ass because… I liked you and knew better,” Din whispers. “Don’t call me an ass again.” He warns through a playful smirk, and lays back down, holding his arm out for you.

You crawl to him and put your head on his bare chest.

“Perfect and beautiful. From the very beginning,” Din sighs, his hand now moving up and down your back. The other holds your arm across his stomach.

“Is that the real reason you wanted to see my doodles so bad that day?” You yawn and close your eyes, listening to his heart. Din chuckles to himself. “Why is it funny?” Your eyes are still closed when you ask.

“I had already seen them- I wanted to see if you'd show me.” He says through his laughter. You keep your head on his chest waiting for more. You know by now there will be more. “You doodled all the time. I always watched you draw the child- and then the man...” Din trails off and his fingers grip you, tightly enough for you to feel it. “I got nervous you pinned for another. A man without a helmet.” You tilt your head to look up at Din with furrowed eyebrows, but he continues before you can speak. “I was jealous.” He has his eyes closed now, thinking back on that day.

You do the same and it all comes back to you like it happened yesterday. "I thought it was my secret,” you whisper to him. “I didn’t want you to know I was thinking about you like that. That I had been...picturing you that way-- I thought of you knowing what was in my notebook, and then having to fly around the galaxy with you after. I would have died.” You chuckle at the feeling of being so nervous. You were so scared. “I thought you’d be mad at me.”

“A secret.” Din sighs. “You thought I was going to kill you.” Din teases just as quietly. “I tried to not be jealous-- you weren't mine to be jealous over. But... I couldn't sleep for so long wondering who it could be. What did he look like?” Din starts to explain again. “I went through your things. Betrayed your trust. I shouldn’t have done that. But I had to know. Then I see my helmet, my beskar...” He trails off and squeezes you against him tightly. “You drew when I wasn't around, because I hadn't seen all of your doodles. Mesh'la--”

"What does--"

"Beautiful. Very fitting for the girl in her white dress," Din glances down at you, raising his eyebrows suggestively.

You roll your eyes at his compliment, feeling the heat pooling behind your cheeks and now, in your lower belly. “I wanted way more than for you to just touch me that first night,” You tease him. “I liked it though, what we did that night. It was very sexy .” You say the word slow and drag a finger up his stomach. “Maybe one day I can watch you in the dark.” You swirl a finger around his nipple and then rest your palm flat against his chest. “I’d watch you touch yourself in the dark.”

Din’s breath hitches in his chest when you speak. “I can do that for you.” His voice is steady and even when he talks. “I’d do anything for you.”

That makes your breath catch in your throat. Din…would do anything for you? You would do anything for Din. If he asked you to bathe in the waters with him you would, despite whatever was living in there waiting for you when you jumped in. You would do anything for him and to be with him like this. You snap your upper half up and look down at him with the most seriousness in your eyes you can muster. He looks up at you, confused.

“I would do anything for you. I mean it.” You lean down, careful of his nose, and give him a kiss. “I would-- Anything .” You whisper and pull away. You lay your head back down on his chest before he can respond. Din never says anything. He just places his hand on your head and holds you close to his chest like that until he falls asleep.

The next morning when you wake up, you’re alone in the sheets. You stretch out on the floor and sigh. The galaxy through these windows is incredible. You could lay here all day and watch the stars pass you by. Once you get up and change into your clothes for the day you go and look for Grogu.

Him and Din are sparring in the hull. You watch carefully as Din teaches Grogu the correct form. Grogu shows Din that he doesn’t really need good form by picking him up by the waist and setting him down ten feet to the right with the force. You smirk as Din struggles with the invisible fist around his middle. You know what it feels like, Grogu does it to you about fifty times a day. Din walks over to Grogu kneels beside him and says something you can’t hear. Now, there is an invisible force around your middle and it’s dragging you into the room Din and Grogu are in.

“Did you tell him to do this?” You ask, getting dragged right by Din. You turn your head to look at him with lifted eyebrows. “I hate when he does this.” Grogu sets you down right beside him and holds his arms up to you. “Luke said I have to stop holding you.” Grogu continues to hold his arms up to you. “Some Jedi Mandalorian you are.” You tease him playfully as you reach for him. “A cute one, that’s for sure.”

“You should probably grab your robes. It’s gonna be wet on Kalevala.” Din explains as he presses his helmet to your forehead. A Mandalorian kiss.

“What’s on Kalevala?”

As the ship door opens you’re greeted with the most beautiful sight. A giant body of water, more water than you’ve ever seen in one place. It’s breathtaking. Din was right. It is wet here. The rain drips onto your forehead as Din walks beside you with his hand on your lower back. No funny business this time.

You have to pull the hood down over your face to keep your eyes from being pelted with the drops of rain. It’s beautiful, but wet. You slip on the smooth stone path that leads from the landing pad to the castle Din pointed out on the way in. You manage to not fall but Din still grabs your wrist with his other hand to steady you before you carry on.

“Please be careful, don't fall,” Din rasps to you as you start up the stairs. It is a long way down to said beautiful body of water. You eye the edge of the steps carefully and Grogu for once, follows behind in his floating orb that sits in the corner of Din and yours’ bedroom now. Barely used anymore.

The three of you follow a droid who had been waiting for you out in the rain. It leads you down two long hallways; yours and Din’s footsteps echo as you walk slowly. There is water dripping off the hood of your robes onto the floor and also your forehead. You push the hood back, and wipe the water off your face.

Even from a distance, you can see Bo-Katan’s red hair. She smiles and waves at you as you get closer, but frowns at Din.

Something bad must have happened the last time they saw each other.

“What are you doing here?” Bo-Katan almost snarls at Din.

You’re taken aback! She didn't seem this angry last time they were together? She was nice to you. You remember that part. Bo-Katan smiled at you when you walked in just now!

Why would she be mad at Din?

Their conversation gets kind of heated– as heated as a Mandalorian argument can get, you think. Neither one of them raises their voice the entire time even though it sounds like they should be.

Din explains his plan to go to Mandalore.

This makes Bo-Katan laugh at Din. Laugh right at him! “Your cult gave up on Mandalore long before the purge. The Children of the Watch, and all the factions that came before it shattered out people.” Bo-Katan growls. It makes you want to take two steps back and one to your right to be behind Din. This woman is scary. You need to train with her for two more years and you’d be unstoppable. “Go home. With the woman. She’s nice. There isn’t anything left on Mandalore, Din Djarin.”

“I have to go. I need to bathe in the Living Waters for my transgressions.” Din explains quietly.

“You are a fool. You’d drag her there? Let her and the child stay here. They don't belong in a place like that. Let them stay, Din. I’d be a good host to them while you went to bathe .” She rolls her eyes at the last part but then her head flicks to you and she smiles. “Would you want to stay? Do you miss girl talk ? We'd have such a good time."

Uh, yes the fuck you do. To both of those things. It’s like Bo-Katan is hypnotizing you as she speaks. Girl talk sounds like fun. Gossip? A real slumber party? Maker, yes, please. She’s probably got such good snacks. She lives in a fucking castle, of course, she’s gonna have good snacks. You wonder if she’d let you sit in her fancy stone chair.

“They both come with me,” Din says flatly, completely crushing your dream of having a best friend. Bo-Katan snorts and turns her head back to Din, frowning. Her eyes move up and down on him like she's

“There are flames in the mines, Din. Not magic. Beskar came out of them one to supply our ancestors. Nothing else. It’s all superstition. The planet is dead. Raved. Poisoned.

The more Bo-Katan talks the more you think Din should just go back to High Magistrate Karga and accept that job offer. With a nice house by the hot springs. Din responds to her about a curse or something. You were busy thinking about how you'd decorate your new house on Nevarro when you snapped back to the conversation happening in front of you.

“Make up your mind.” Din rasps from behind the helmet. Woah, Din, let’s be a little nicer to your best friend Bo. Okay? She sounds like she’s trying to help him.

“You want to explore the mines so badly, go right ahead. Bring your aliit there and let them see. Try and find proof and bathe in the waters that don’t exist.” Bo-Katan is pissed off, it’s pretty evident and now you’d just like to leave. “They’re beneath the city of Sundari. The civic center.” Bo-Katan rolls her eyes and waves her hand at Din dismissively.

“Thank you.” Din says as he turns. Grogu follows him. You give a small wave to Bo-Katan but she motions over with her fingers. You start to walk to her but stop, looking at Din who is already ten or fifteen steps down the hallway.

“C’mere.” She calls you over now. Din’s footsteps stop in the hallway and he’s turned around looking at you and Bo-Katan. You’re on the stairs leading up to her fancy chair. “Do you wish to stay? You could.” She asks with concern in her eyes. “I’d hate to see anything happen to Din’s aliit .” When she says that, her eyes flash to Din quickly then back to you. “You’re more than welcome to stay. I hear you trained with the Jedi. I’d love to see what you learned from them.” She gives you a smile with her perfectly shaped lips. Who is telling everyone about you? Is Din out here giving away all of your secrets?

“My aliit comes with me. No discussion.” Din rasps from down the hallway. Bo-Katan frowns at you but takes one of your hands in her ungloved ones.

“Someday.” She coos to you, rubbing her thumb across the top of your hand. “Be safe out there, little one.” You try to hide the shock in your eyes when she calls you that but it’s hard. You’re not necessarily a ‘little one’ you’re grown. As grown as you’ll be. You’re smaller than the Mandalorian people, yes. But not enough for her to call you that. You pull your hand away from hers slowly and smile.

“Someday.” You’re calling back to her as you reach Din’s side and press yourself into him, uneasy with the exchange you had with your new best friend.

“Did you hear what she called me?” You snap your head up to Din, despite the rain as you two step outside of the castle. “Why’d she call me that? Why’d she say it the way that she did? Are you not telling me something about Bo-Katan?” You ask Din so many questions as he walks beside you back to the ship.

“What did she call you?” Din asks as he raises the ramp to the ship.

“She called me little one.” You repeat it just like Bo-Katan said it to you inside the castle. Din’s helmet snaps to you but the rest of him freezes. “What? Is that your pet name for all the women you touch?”

Why else would Bo-Katan know his sweet name for you? It’s probably not uncommon but for her to just guess correctly on the first try? No way. Not even for perfect lips and eyes and hair Bo-K. No way. She’s not that perfect.

Din watches as you stare at him waiting for a response.

“Is that what you were doing the other night when you left?” Your eyes go a little wider at his silence. “Din..?” He still doesn’t answer. “Din!? You didn’t!?” You’re in complete shock. This isn’t happening. Your worst fear as of two days ago? Because before that it had never crossed your mind that Din even spoke to other women let alone flew around the galaxy unsupervised with them. Now it’s starting; the planet in your throat is back. “Did you…and Bo-Katan– did you?” You take a step back from him and that snaps him out of his trance. His helmet shakes softly and he looks at you.

“No. Nothing’s happened between me and Bo-Katan. I would have told you.” Din explains.

You have no reason to not believe him. He’s been very honest with you in the past. “I was with her the other night because I asked her to get me something if she happened upon one in her travels. She had wanted me to come get it. We argued that’s why she wasn’t happy to see me today.” Din talks slowly, and you’re trying to pull the words out of him faster with your lack of the force but it doesn’t work.

“What did she have?” You ask quickly, trying to make up for time lost when Din speaks. “Why did you argue? Why did we even go see her today if she’s mad at you?” Din looks at you for a long time–the reason you speak to him so quickly– and then starts walking into the belly of the ship. “Where are you going? I’m tal-”

Din reaches for your hand and pulls you into the door he told you to not open or go in or anywhere near. You have to climb down a ladder to get into the small carrier below the ship. It feels heavy in here like there might be more gravity in here, somehow? You don’t know. You don’t pretend to understand how things work on the ship.

“This is an N-1 Starfighter,” Din explains as he climbs into the cockpit. He grabs something from down below, where his legs would go. “Come on. Get up here.” Din calls down to you. You look for the footing and handholds he used to climb up to get into the cockpit.

“Wh…en did you ge…t this?” You strain as you pull yourself up to kneel on the small ledge just around the outside of the pit Din is sitting in.

“When I got the ship.” It’s said like it was a two-for-one special or something that you should know about. You roll your eyes.

“What are we doing down here?” You look into your own eyes when you stare into his helmet. “What are you going to teach me now? You want me to fly this thing too?” You give him a look but Din hands you something wrapped in a black muslin bag with a drawstring. When you take it from him, you’re surprised by its weight. “Something new to put inside me ?” You roll your eyes again.

“Open it.” Din’s voice is soft as he watches your fingers fumble with the knot in the drawstring. You get it open, and inside is a cold, metal object. You almost can’t believe your eyes when you pull it out of the bag.

“Din…” You voice trails off as your fingers trail over the unfamiliar metal that’s in your hands. It’s beautiful and dark and reminds you of-- Din’s beskar. “Is this…?” You can’t even get the words out but you look up at Din and he’s nodding.

“There aren’t many lightsabers made from Mandalorian Iron, but Bo-Katan found one. I told her how badly I wanted ner ad’ika to have one. The beskar just made it more special. Like you.” Your eyes flick between the lightsaber in your hand and Din’s helmet as he speaks to you.

“What does that mean?” You’re quiet when you ask because you liked it when he called you his aliit and don’t want that to change.

“My little one.” Din rasps quietly. “We can put your Kyber crystal in it tonight, I put it somewhere safe so the other little one didn’t get it. Eat it.” Din puts his hand on the back of your neck. “ Ner ad’ika ratiin. ” Din whispers through the modulator. “My little one always.” The tip of his helmet touches your forehead.

“Why did you and Bo-Katan argue?” You ask Din, pulling away from his helmet so you can look down at your new gift. “Were you upset with her about something?” Din shakes his head and sighs.

“She doesn’t want me to take you to Mandalore. She worries it’ll be too dangerous. She tried to talk me out of it.” Din leans back in the seat of N-1 and sighs. “It is going to be dangerous. That’s why I wanted you to have this before we went there. There could be all sorts of dangers hidden away there. You need to be prepared.”

You show Din how to put the Kyber or Focus crystal into the lightsaber. You both are sitting on the floor of the carrier below the ship.

“Okay, so I think if you just snap and turn this bottom part back in like this.” You press hard on the bottom plate of the lightsaber in your hand and then twist quickly to the right. You hear a soft metallic click as everything locks back into place. The weight of the handle you’re holding suddenly feels one hundred pounds heavier. It feels good in your hands like it belongs there.

You jump to your feet, take ten large steps back from Din, and press the small button on the side of the handle and a pale pink plasma extends four and half feet out of the handle you're holding. It’s so bright and so hot you can feel it from here and it makes you squint your eyes. It hums quietly as you hold it in your hand. You can feel it vibrating softly.

“Perfect.” You whisper as you spin the handle around gracefully in front of you. The plasma moves so fast in your hand it looks like a solid pale pink shield in front of you. The dull humm whizzes past your ear as you twirl the handle in one hand by your side. “It feels so good.” You look to Din as you slice the plasma blade through the air easily. “It’s prettier than any of the ones I got to use at the temple.” You hold the grip tightly in both hands and hold the searing hot line of pink plasma up in front of your face. The heat is hot even from a foot away.

“You look like you know what you’re doing with it,” Din says with his legs splayed out in front of him, leaning on his hands behind him. “That injury I received on my leg years ago was from a darksaber.” He says it so casually. You hadn’t forgotten about the injury. You had just never asked again what happened. Din said a fight and then you just became so worried about taking care of him, it never came up again. Then you went to Ossus with Grogu and never got the chance to ask him again.

“I love it. It’s the best. Thank you, I couldn’t ask for a better one. So now we go to Mandalore-” You ask Din, strapping the saber to your belt.

“No, now we got to Tatooine. I need to see someone about a memory circuit.” Din explains, standing up from the floor. “We should be there tomorrow sometime. You should rest.” You give Din a look.

“It’s the middle of the day. Grogu doesn’t even nap anymore. When would I rest?” You ask Din looking at him through your lashes.

“Grogu is also mine to look after too. I think you forget that sometimes. Always, actually.” Din shoos you out of the carrier part of the ship. “I wonder what he got into while we were down here.” Din grumbles while you climb the ladder ahead of him.

Grogu surprisingly didn’t get into anything. You’re so pleased with him, that you give him a small handful of orange candies. He squeals with delight when you put them in the small pockets of his robe. You don’t see him again for forty-five minutes as he munches happily on them sitting next to Din in the cockpit while you go to your room. You undress and lay naked on the floor under the windows, covered by only the softest sheets you’ve ever felt in your whole life.

What Din said downstairs resonates inside your head.

Aliit. Ner Ad’ika. Ratiin.

You memorize those words. Remember how he spoke them to you. You’ll learn Mando’a for Din. So that you can speak poetry to each other in his native tongue. Say all the nice things he says to you back to him so he can understand, really know how much you care for him. You’ll learn, no matter how hard it is or how long it takes you.

The nap you end up taking is heavenly. Stretched out like a star in the sheets on the floor. You dream of all the exciting things your aliit will do together now that you’re weaponized. You still need Din to teach you how to fire a blaster pistol correctly. You’ve never actually shot one, just held one in your hands that one time.

The child is crawling on you.

“You always give him to me when I have no clothes on.” You mumble sleepily, pulling the covers up to your chin. “I just need a couple-” But you're cut off when Grogu puts his entire mouth on your right eye and eyebrow. It stinks. His breath is putrid. It makes you gag and you have to wipe his slime off your face when you sit up. You flick your hand out onto the floor and the slime splatters against the metal.

“That’s why I keep the helmet on.” Din rasps, chuckling over his words. “Stinks, doesn’t it?”

“Oh ha ha ha. The Mandalorian can crack a joke.” You wipe the remaining slime off your forehead and look at the cute child in your lap looking up at you. “You do stink. You stink so bad. Do you want to… take a bath?” Hold your hands up to him like you’re gonna get him. Grogu’s eyes go wide with terror and he bolts, faster than you’ve ever seen him move out of the bedroom.

“He needs one,” Din says, helping you to your feet. “You probably do too.” He says, wiping missed slime off your cheek.

“I do need a bath. I haven’t had a proper one since the temple.” You look fretfully at Din who just shakes his head.

“We’ll stay somewhere nice tomorrow. It’s the Boonta Eve festival in Tatooine. We’ll take one night off from the ship.” Din holds one finger up near his helmet.

You could pass away, you're so overjoyed. “Say you mean it. Please? Don’t mess with me.” You hold on to the chest plate of Din’s beskar. “Don’t play with my emotions like that. We can get good food? And sleep in a real bed? Not on the floor or squeezed together on a mat?” You’re speaking so quickly because you’re unsure if he’s being serious. “Din, I want to sleep in a real bed with you. I want that so badly and I want to watch people on the streets and see things. I want to spend my credits. Really bad. Don’t tell me you were joking. Please.” You take a deep breath in when you’re done speaking. You still have a grasp on his chest plate. “Please.”

“We could stay for two if you need it. For your…emotional needs?” Din sounds…uncomfortable with your desire for normal things.

“Do you not like good food and soft beds?” You ask, tilting your head to the side. You’re not even being smart or funny, you’re actually curious because he seems very content with his bone broth and vegetables and mats he calls beds.

“I do enjoy them.” Din rasps. “I enjoy making you happy.” You see yourself blush in his helmet. It’s crazy that the man who started your time together by telling you everything you did was wrong every chance he got, is now trying to give you everything you could ever ask for more and more. Giving you things you didn’t even know you wanted.

Fireworks are going off outside. They’ve been going off since you guys got off the ship. Now, you’re standing in front of a woman, Peli Motto. She’s looking you up and down with Grogu in her arms.

“So this is your lady ? Huh. Smaller than I imagined…being with you and all.” Peli looks Din up and down now too and then shakes her head, not understanding. “Anyway… I missed this little guy. He talkin’ yet? Sayin’ Peli?” She turns her head down to Grogu and tickles her index finger along his stomach. “Yeah, Peli sure missed her little guy.” It makes you smile how much Grogu enjoys her. He’s warbling and cooing happily. They’ve met before.

“I’m looking for an IG memory circuit.” Din rasps, ignoring her remarks and questions. Peli gives Din a look of exasperation and then flicks her eyes to you.

“Guy’s talkin’ like your grandpa.” She turns her eyes back to Din and snorts. “They don’t make those anymore. Those things are ancient history, old man.” You start to wonder how old Din actually is. He’s definitely not old enough to be your grandfather… that’s for sure, but now you’re curious. You’ve never asked. “I could ask the Jawas.” Peli tilts her head from side to side slowly like she’s thinking about it.

“Could you please. I need it for my droid.” Din explains. Peli gives him another look, up and down before she calls out to one of her pitter droids.

“What’d you need the droid for anyway? I got this beauty right here! Already not broken either!” She exclaims, pointing down to an R5 astromech while waiting for the Jawas to come to talk to her. She’s a funny woman. You like her. She seems interesting. Don't take any shit. Likes to give it. You like her a lot. The Jawas finally appear and they speak in their native tongue, which you do not understand. “Nope. No circuit. But the astromech is still available.” Peli wiggles her eyebrows at Din and then looks at you, still wiggling them. You smile.

“I need a droid that’s rated for spelunking.” You and Peli both turn your heads to Din.

“Spelunking?” Peli and you say in unison. You look at each other and then to Din and then again in unison say. “What are you spelunking?”

Din tilts his helmet to you like you should already know this. You should, but there are so many moving parts to his whole plan it’s starting to get a little confusing. Peli and you wait for a response. The droid that was sitting at Peli’s feet bleeps happily. You kneel and hold your hand out for it. It rolls to you and lets you press your fingers against its cool metal. It bleeps again happily. You smile at it.

“Cute.” You say to Din, standing beside him.

“See, your lady likes it.” Peli keeps wiggling her eyebrows.

“I need to send a droid to see if the atmosphere is safe to breathe on Mandalore,” Din explains. You remember this part now. Yes. The droid goes on the planet... yes. You remember. The R5-astromech bleeps loudly and starts to roll away. Peli grabs it by the top of its domed head and stops it.

“Oh no, you scaredy droid. It’s time to shine.” She spins the droid around back to face you and Din. The R5 blips nervously. A couple of lights flash on the front of him. "Oh stop whining. Don't be a coward. You're an astromech, act like one, don't embarrass me." Peli looks back up at Din.

“It’s falling apart, Peli.” Din holds one hand out to the droid.

“Mando its an adventure droid. R5D4 is as good as the day it came back from serving in the Rebellion. Since it’s Boonta here’s what I’ll do…half price and a free oil bath?” Peli wiggles her eyebrows at both of you again.

“C’mon. It’ll be okay.” You wave the R5 over to you and it rolls, taking its place behind your legs on the opposite side of Din. Good, it can stay there because it's just as cute as Grogu maybe, and now you're it's mother. Just a cute little hunk of rolling metal that bleeps and bloops? Yes. You want him. He's yours now and Din can find a new droid to send out onto Mandalore because this R5D4 is your second son.

“Don’t get too attached.” Din grumbles down at you. You shoot back with a look of disbelief.

“Too late.” You snip at him. “Already attached.” How could he? R5 is adorable.

Din pays Peli and takes Grogu back from her arms. “Do you think the Spaceport has rooms available? With the festival happening, I wasn’t sure.” Din asks Peli quietly.

“Oh you guys have a hot date tonight?” Peli says loudly enough for you to hear. You glance over at them, unaware that Din had asked her anything.

“Huh?” You have your fingers on the top of the R5’s dome, holding on to him gently. “I just want to sleep in a bed.” You chuckle when she asks about the hotel room.

“Does he make you sleep on the floor? Or in a closet?” Peli gives Din a look of disappointment. Her eyes moved up and down his body with a look of disgust now.

“Yes. But Grogu is the one who sleeps in the closet. I got a whole room.” You explain innocently. Din shakes his head and sighs.

“She has a bed.” He's exhausted with you already. “She chooses to sleep on the floor. And it’s not a closet…it's uh… Grogu…sized room.” Din is exhausted with this. You can tell he doesn’t want to be explaining this.

“So a closet?” Peli asks with her face scrunched up, her hands reaching for the baby again but Din pulls him away slowly.

“The child likes it.” You say to Peli. “He’s got his own bed in there. He doesn’t sleep on the floor. Unless it’s with us in our room.”

“Alright–we have to go.” Din takes two steps towards you and places a gentle hand on your upper arm. You wave to Peli as Din drags you away.

“It was nice meeting you!” You call out to her over the fireworks.

“May the force be with you!” Peli calls back, waving her arm wildly.

Din leads the four– now four with the R5– down the crowded street, Grogu’s back in his floating bassinet.. The fireworks overhead boom loudly and they fill the sky and scene below them with different colored lights. You stumble twice over the R5 in front of you trying to watch the fireworks.

“Be careful,” Din says, placing his hand on your lower back behind your robes now. His hand is hidden away from the eyes of others. Behind your robes, Din slides one gloved hand into the waistband of your pants and cups your cheek. “Do you want to spend your credits?” He rasps into your ear. “Look at all these beautiful things.” Din walks you past tables and stands of artwork and jewelry. His hand squeezes and grips you tightly as you walk and look.

“This is beautiful.” You hold up a necklace. It’s got a small almost black stone hanging from a chain, it’s wrapped in dainty silver wire. It reminds you of Din’s eyes, his hair, and his beskar. “I want this.” You look up to Din who had been gazing down at you while you admired it.

“Then it’s yours.” Din takes it from you and hands it to the vendor who places it in a small box while you rummage around in your bag for your money. Din hands you the box and you see him hand credits to the vendor while you’re still searching for yours. “Stop.” Din waves your hands away from your bag. “Another gift.” You stare up at him. Din leans into you and rasps into your ear quietly. “I’d like to watch you try it on later.” His gloved fingers dig into your ass softly.

“Okay.” You whisper as he pulls his helmet away from your ear. Din leads you down the street, buying you whatever you pick up and admire in your hands. A new sleeping dress– as Din called them. A small stained glass picture of a loth-cat that you would hang in your window. A small box of fancy-looking chocolate.

You eventually stop picking things up because he’s buying everything you touch.

The hotel is beautiful. Not as nice as the one on Canto Bight but you have a big room with windows overlooking the festival down on the street below. It’s perfect. You put Grogu to bed and close his orb. You set the R5 unit up for a sleep mode and then you go to look for Din. He’s drawing you a bath.

“Hi.” You smile at him from the doorway. He’s still in his helmet but he took the top half of his beskar off. Din turns to you and waves you in, he’s sitting on the edge of the bathtub. You press yourself into him and he runs his hand along the back of your thigh and up your ass, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“For you. You smell like Grogu.” His helmet tilts up to you and you smirk down at yourself into the helmet. “I can smell you now.” You laugh at him and wrap an arm around his shoulder.

“Join me?” Din nods at your question.

“Get in.” Din motions to the bathtub.

Once you're in and submerged in the water Din kneels beside the tub.

“You’re perfect.” He whisper-rasps as his fingers dip into the water beside your thigh. You bring one hand to his helmet and drag your fingers across the cool iron. “I like making you smile,” Din speaks so quietly as his fingers move across the top of your thigh, towards your middle. You inhale softly as you watch them dip further into the water as you part your legs for him. He sighs loudly as his fingers slip into your wet folds.

Din moves slowly against your clit, his helmet tilting up to you as you slide further down in the tub and close your eyes. It’s all of his fingers, rubbing and moving over the wetness between your thighs. No meaning or rhythm to his movements, just touching you. Feeling you.

“You make me smile…very well” You sigh out as he strums his fingers against you quickly with a little pressure. The water around his wrist splashes softly as he does it. You arch your back slightly and gyrate your hips against his fingers.

“Do you like it when I touch you? You haven’t grown tired of me yet?” Din asks as he presses his two middle fingers a little harder than the rest and focuses his motions there, around your clit instead of back and forth against it.

“I love it.” You moan quietly. “Never get tired of you.” You close your eyes as he increases his speed. “Love when you touch me.” You can barely form a sentence when Din pulls his hands away and splashes the water off them. “Nooo.” You whine, your eyes snapping open as Din stands from the side of the tub. “Unless you’re getting in?” You grin up at him as you close your legs. Din shakes his head.

“Wash. I have a surprise for you.”

It’s nice to take a real bath and wash and scrub and feel clean when you get out. You take your time a little bit, but you’re excited about what Din has to show you. You put on your new sleeping dress and quietly walk out of the bedroom and into the separate part of the hotel room that has a couch. Din’s sitting on it, the rest of his beskar is off beside his helmet.

“What’s out here that you have for me?” You walk to him and kneel between his legs. Din presses his hand against your cheek and sighs. He holds up the white box and shakes it gently.

“Can I put it on you?” Din removes his hand from your cheek and takes the necklace out of the box. You turn around and pull your wet hair off your neck. Din drapes the necklace over your head and claps it around the back.

“How’s it look?” You ask, turning so he can inspect it. He nods in approval. “I got it because it looks like your hair…your eyes.” You lean in and give him a gentle and quick Mandalorian kiss.

“Do you still want to watch me in the dark?” His voice rasps quietly. You raise an eyebrow at him and nod.

“Yes. I do.” Din nods back at you, turns the light on next to the table, and stands up in front of you. You lean forward and press your lips to his lower stomach as he sidesteps you and goes to close the curtains. It’s hard to take your eyes off him as his strong arms reach and pull the fabric closed.

Din reaches and takes his helmet off once it’s secure and no wandering eyes can see in. You’ve only seen him without it two other times and it still makes your breath catch in your throat how handsome he is.

“It’s noisy in there. It’s a lot on your senses–overwhelming if you’re not used to it.” Din says as he walks towards you. You raise your eyebrow again, not understanding. Din sits down in front of you again, turning the helmet towards him, so he is looking into the face visor. “If you hate it, just say so and I’ll take it off.”

Maker…are you gonna put the helmet on? Is that what Din is trying to say to you?

Before you can ask, Din is lifting the helmet over your head and sliding it down your wet hair. It’s tight. You wonder how this can be comfortable as the modulator slides down over your forehead. It’s dark–dark as the void in here. How does Din see anything? Once the helmet is completely on, and the speakers are directly on your ears, you hear what Din is talking about. It’s a constant static clicking in your ears. It’s annoying, sure, but then the screen behind the face visor comes on. It makes you jump back and you see a picture of Din before you, holding onto your shoulders. The screen is an entire one-hundred-and-eighty-degree image of the room you're in. You turn your head to the side slightly and you can see behind you. Like your peripheral vision is extended.

“Woah.” Your own voice rasps out of the modulator and you look at Din who’s smirking at you. “This thing’s fucking wild. Now I see why you keep it on all the time.” Din chuckles and you watch him through the screen and turn the light off. You’re plunged into the darkness and reach for Din’s legs but in a flash there is a green screen now, softly painting pictures of the darkness before you in shades of green and gray and yellow almost. “Wow.” You whisper and it raps into the dark.

“Can you see alright? You’re okay in there?” Din grabs the helmet in both of his hands and turns it so you’re looking right at him. His voice sounds like it’s coming out of a speaker. Not clear at all. It’s also raspy.

“That’s what I sound like when you have this thing on?” Your head tilts to the side and your face wrinkles up behind the helmet. Din laughs and nods. “Wow.”

“So you can see me?” Din asks after a moment of you admiring night vision, looking all around the room. You nod and snap the helmet back to him when you get a glimpse of what he’s doing out of the peripheral of the screen.

Din’s got one hand wrapped around the shaft of his cock and the other is holding the waistband of his pants down below him. You eagerly help and pull his pants down to his thighs. Then you lean back and watch as Din starts to touch himself in the dark.

At first, he just grips it gently and tugs upwards, the skin and everything moving along the hardness beneath. You can see in the dark as Din’s head falls back as he jerks himself quickly for a moment and then stops. He takes his hand and brings it to his mouth and licks his fingers. It makes between your legs throb when he does that, something about the action just got you slicked up.

“Oh wow.” You whisper out quietly but it registers in the modulator. Din smirks and spits into his palm and brings his hand back down to his cock. He palms his saliva across the head and down the shaft. Your hips start to gyrate even though you’re not doing anything, just watching for right now. Din wraps his hand back around his shaft, the other cups his balls while he strokes himself slowly. He lets out a small breathless sound of pleasure and you see the muscles in his arms flex as he squeezes.

You can't stop yourself now, you hike your sleeping dress up and bring your hands to your middle. It’s so hot watching him touch himself like this, now you know why he wanted to do it to you. It’s already soaked when your fingers find your cunt, it’s swollen and you want Din inside you but you’re not going to let him stop. You touch yourself like he did in the bath earlier, quickly strumming your fingers across your clit. It’s noisy and wet, you can hear it through the speakers in your ears.

Din’s head sits up and listens in the dark, his hand freezes on himself when he hears you. Your fingers keep moving around the wetness.

“Don’t stop.” You rasp through the modulator to him. “I want to watch.” Your fingers move in slow circles now around your clit as he resumes thrusting his fist up and down on his cock. “Go slower.” You demand and you watch as he slows down a little, not a lot but you can see he’s grabbing himself tightly as he strokes, all of the muscles in his arm are flexed. The hand he’s got on his balls moves slowly and gently as he massages himself.

“You’re so fucking…wet.” Din groans softly. “I can hear you from over here.” He pants out like he’s just run a race. His words make your hips move.

"Fuck, Din..." You moan through the voice modulator.

Din’s head falls back against the couch as you speak and now his hand moves with vigor on his cock.

“Slow down," you whimper softly as your fingers slip inside of you. “Don’t come yet.” You curl your fingers against that spot inside of you.

Din groans in frustration as he slows his fist down once again. “I want to be inside you,” Din growls into the dark as he slowly strokes himself while you time your ministrations against your g-spot with the movement of his hands.

It makes you moan softly as he thrusts against himself. He can hear what you're doing and it makes him close his eyes and sigh deeply.

You’re leaned back on one elbow, one leg stretched out in front of you, the other is bent at the knee while you finger yourself as Din struggles to keep his slow pace. He can hear your fingers inside of you.

“Please,” Din begs as he strokes himself.

You smirk behind the helmet and moan while your fingers start to curl wildly. You want to make yourself come with Din. “Okay.” You whine through the modulator. “Tell me when you’re gonna come.” You pant as your fingers slow down. The ball in your belly has started to grow and you don’t want to come before him.

Din unleashes himself at your command and he’s stroking himself with meaning. His bicep is fully flexed as he massages his balls a little faster, a little harder. You take a mental note that he likes that. You watch and touch yourself while you do. Din is moaning softly, head resting on the couch with his eyes closed.

“I’m gonna come.” Din whispers breathlessly. His legs are twitching and his hips are thrusting up into his fist as he stokes. “I-I I’m gonn-” He strains the words out as you watch the ropes leave his cock and jet out onto his chest and stomach. Din’s mouth is hanging open as his head snaps up like he can see what he just did. His words send you over the edge though, and your fingers draw your own orgasm out of you as he comes. You whimper softly through it, Din looks in your direction longingly like he wishes he could see.

Your orgasm isn’t even fully over before you are on your feet and crawling into Din’s lap. You straddle him.

“I need it.” You rasp down to him. His hand comes up and his fingers slip into your folds, feeling how wet you made yourself watching him.

“Fuck.” Din growls. His hands grip your waist and pull you down into his lap. He’s already getting hard again, you can feel it pressed up against your ass. “How badly?” Din moves your hips against his and you rock them fluidly with him.

“Please, I need it so badly.” Your voice rasps into the dark. Din reaches one hand up to cup your breast, his mouth finds your nipple easily in the dark and he sucks it between his lips. “Oh fuck.” You whimper and melt into him. His tongue circles it slowly as he wraps one arm around your waist and lifts you. His other hand leaves your mound–it’s not going anywhere– and he grabs his cock and lines it up at your entrance.

It gives you butterflies because he is big and it did hurt for a while the first time but you’re not scared. No. It’s going to feel so good. And it does, Din guides you down with the arm around your waist, not letting you sink fully down onto it. He eases you down as the head of him splits your opening. His mouth is still attached to your chest, now his teeth nibble at your erect nub in his mouth and it’s making you hold onto his shoulders. You’re looking down through the helmet and watching as he moves from one soft mound to the other, his tongue pressing flat against your flesh and he drags it up the curve of your breast and sucks the diamond peak into his mouth. It makes you shiver as he pulls you down further into his lap. Your chests are sticky with his release from earlier, but you keep going. It doesn't matter.

“ Fuck .” Din groans against your flesh as he sheathes himself fully inside of you. You cannot make any sounds. You’re not sure if it's the angle or if it’s because you both already just got off but he’s deeper inside of you than he was the first time. Your nails bite into the skin on his shoulder and he hisses sharply in pain until you start to move your hips slowly. Din lets your nipple fall from his mouth and he leans back into the couch. “Yes.” He moans softly, pushing his hips up into you.

“ Oh .” That is all you can say as he grips your hips again tightly.

“Hurts?” Din’s head snaps up and he sounds concerned.

“ No, don’t stop. ” It doesn’t hurt. It’s like pure bliss in your head, just clouds and stars and everything good you could ever imagine is flowing through you. “Please, don’t stop.” You move your hips a little faster and Din obliges you. He thrusts his hips upwards into yours as you start to lift yourself off his lap slightly. Din grips you and pulls you back down on him to meet his thrusts.

“Perfect.” Din groans as he starts to hammer his hips up into you at a brutal pace. You grip his shoulder tighter as you hover just above him and let him fuck you.

“I’m coming.” You whimper through the modulator. You hadn’t even felt it coming, it just happened, but Din keeps going with the speed and force and you’re dripping down onto him as you come. “Din. Din. Din.” You whine each time his hips meet yours. “Fuck. Din.” There are tears in your eyes from behind the helmet. You come again, almost in rapid succession as he continues. You’re trembling and you’re resting the helmet on the top of Din’s forehead because it’s like ten thousand pounds and Din’s fucking all the strength out of you.

Din groans and slams his hips into yours one last time before he pulls you down into his lap so he can finish. His hips move slowly in a circle beneath yours while he empties himself inside of you.

“ Oh my Maker.” You whisper as the tip of the face visor finds his shoulder. “Oh. My. Maker.” You pant.

Din chuckles and lifts you in his arms easily, “Let’s sleep in the real bed the little one needed so badly.” He teases as he carries you into the bedroom, and sets you on the soft sheets. They’re not as nice as the ones on the ship but they’ll do. Din lifts the helmet off your head and now you’re plunged back into darkness. Din’s lightsaber-degree hands find your waist after he crawls into the bed beside you.

“Was it good?” He whispers in your ear after he’s snuggled himself comfortably into every crook your body makes when you curl up.

You nod, already half asleep on the pillows. The thoughts of how amazing Din is run through your head and how lucky you are he accepted your plea out of the Canto Bight Casino and to someplace else– anyplace that wasn’t here.

You don’t even remember how you worked up the courage to ask. You had a couple of drinks after your shift and while you were walking out…Din was just getting onto his ship. You called out to him and asked him for a ride anywhere– that you’d do anything. He had looked at you for so long that you thought he was ignoring you or maybe didn’t hear you.

The only thing Din said was... “Are you ready to go right now?” And you were. Not really but you didn’t care. Your old life was boring and monotonous. Not this life.

“I want my own helmet.” You mumble into the dark sleepily.

Din kisses your shoulder and chuckles. “Then you'll get a helmet.”

The R5 bleeps at you from the side of the bed. You open one eye to look at him. His lights start going off and he whoops and beeps happily. You reach out and press the top of his head like maybe he has a snooze button on the top of his little dome head. R5 blips excitedly when your fingers touch him. Grogu’s floating orb appears in your peripheral.

“It’s so early. Go back to bed.” You wave both of them away with your hand and roll over to snuggle into Din but he’s gone. Beds cold. Like he hasn’t been here in a while. You sit up and look around the room but he’s not in the bedroom area of the room. “So he just locked me in here with you two and went off to do Mando things? Dank farrik.” R5 bloops sadly and you raise an eyebrow at him. “Really?” The droid bloops again in the same way. “Huh.”

Grogu grabs the edge of the floating orb and now your raised eyebrow turns to him as you see him wiggling, getting ready to pounce. You hold your finger up to him knowingly. You cock your head to the side slightly.

“Don’t…you…dare.” Grogu eyes you as you hold your finger up to him. “I had a bath las–” Doesn’t matter, before you can finish your sentence Grogu is flinging himself through the air and attaching himself around your neck. “No! Don’t! Bad baby!” You try and peel him off of you as the R5 unit starts to wheel itself around, wildly bleeping and screaming mechanically. Grogu mouths the side of your face and jaw. His little teeth never once biting down hard, just his mouth and slimy pink tongue slither across your face and now over your eye and forehead again. “NO!” You yell at him. It does not deter the child.

The R5 droid is still rolling around the room screaming in fear. This cannot be happening. Grogu never did stuff like this!? Now you have the droid making all this extra noise. Where is Din!?

“Okay! Enough!” You slide your hand up between your face and Grogu’s body and push him off of you. His little claws drag down one side of your cheek as you pull him off of you. “Grogu! Stop!” You shout at him as his claws break skin.

Grogu, sensing that you’re not liking this game actually, goes limp in your hand and you have to reach out beneath him with your other to catch him so he doesn’t fall off the bed. Once he’s in your lap and you’re now covered with stinky, sticky slime saliva on one side of your face and the other has three semi-deep scratches down your cheek, blood is pooling at the open skin and beginning to drip.

You wipe at your bloody cheek with the back of your hand at the feeling of something warm and wet on your cheek, thinking it’s Grogu’s mouth juice. Nope, the back of your hand is covered in blood and now your cheek is stinging and burning and you feel tears come to your eyes.

“Oh no.” You whine, holding the child in the crook of your elbow as you scramble out of bed as fast as you can. As you look in the mirror, the three cuts on your cheek are still bleeding and the other side of you is slick with slime. The R5 bloops from the doorway. You look down at him and sigh. “You can’t fix this, can you?” Pointing to your cheek. The droid makes a sad powering down sound and then rolls away. “Okay thanks.” You call out to him flatly.

The mirror shows you that the blood has dripped down your face and onto your chest and new nightgown. You sigh and start to draw a whole new bath. You don’t even care anymore. You bring Grogu’s floating orb into the bathroom and get in the tub.

“This really hurts.” You point to your cheek and look at him in his orb from just over the edge of the tub, you're sunk in deep enjoying the warm water. “Why’d you do it, huh?” You’re mad at Grogu even though you don’t think he meant to hurt you, the moment you shouted at him he stopped. But it did still hurt and now you’ve got three mini claw sized scratches on your face that probably need some sort of bandage.

Grogu warbles softly at you and sinks deeper into the orb so you can only see his eyes and ears. You nod at him and do the same thing behind the edge of the tub, showing him only your eyes. Grogu gurgles and warbles.

“You can play with the R5 now.” You respond to his noises. “You can’t hurt him like this!” Showing Grogu your cheek again. “Ouch.” You say slowly.

The bathroom door opens and Din is standing in the doorway.

“There’s blood all over the bed; are you menstr–” Din stops when he sees your face. “Oh.” You nod at him and flick your eyebrows up and bring one hand out of the water and hold it to the baby, dripping all over the floor.

“ Your son felt it necessary this morning to give me podracing stripes.” You sink back down into the tub so Din can’t see even though he already did. Din’s helmet tilts down to Grogu who has completely disappeared from your line of sight from below his orb.

“You hurt her?” Din asks, sounding disappointed in the child. “Not okay. Not nice.” Din points a finger at him accusingly. “No. We don’t hurt. We don’t scratch.” Din scolds the child and you hear him whimpering in his orb quietly.

“Okay, okay. He’s got it bad enough coming from me. You don’t need to go in on him either.” You feel bad for ganging up on the baby.

“But you’re bleeding.” Din holds his hand out to your hidden cheek still looking down at Grogu.

“Yeah but it was an accident. I think he was trying to play? I don’t kn– Maybe he’s teething? He did the mouth thing again, I don’t know. He’s never done anything like this before.” You let Din see the full damage. He kneels beside the tub and takes your chin in his gloved fingers so he can turn your face to the side gently.

“Got you good too. Damn.” Din sighs. “We need to see a medical droid. You’re going to need mechnosutures.”

You frown at Din and pull your chin from his hand. “Scar worthy?” The water in the bathtub splashes softly as you move. Din shrugs his shoulders.

“With some bacta-therapy you might be alright. Makes you look tough though.” Din presses his hand to the other side of your face, avoiding your gashes on the other cheek. He cups your cheek gently and sighs down at you. “Still perfect.” He shrugs again. “And beautiful.” You blush and it hurts your face. “Do you want to stay again tonight or did you have your fill of people and food and beds?” Din stands, turning back to Grogu to pick him up.

“We can leave. Are we actually going to Mandalore now?”

Din nods at your question.

You think for a long time before you ask your next question. “Can I come the whole way with you? Like into the mines?”

“I was going to have you stay-” Din starts but you nod your head.

“I know, I was going to stay in the ship but I want to come instead. I’m really good with my lightsaber. I’ll be very careful and I’ll listen to everything you say and-”

Din nods silently.

“Really?" You weren't expecting him to actually say yes.

“I’ll show you the mines and what’s inside of them. What’s left of the planet."

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