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Savior: Chapter Two

Mandolorian x fem!reader

Warnings: Mention of abuse and slavery

A/N: So I got a much bigger response to chapter one than I thought I would and got overexcited, so....yeah. Here y’all go!

For the first time since she could remember, Y/N woke easily. Wrapped in a blanket, under the stars, with someone tugging at her hand. Wait, what?

Glancing down she found a tiny green creature had clasped its hands around hers. “Oh, hello…” She muttered and it cooed up at her with big eyes and bigger ears. What was this thing? It was cute. 

“Hey kid, leave her alone.” The Mandolorian’s voice sounded out a moment between he appeared, scooping up what was apparently a child. 

“He’s alright,” Shespoke softly, “He’s adorable.”

“There’s a shower down below.” Was his only answer as he slipped into the pilot seat, setting the child in his lap. Y/N stood slowly, her legs complained with the movement, and her arms protested as she folded the blanket. All the while she got the feeling the Mandolorian was watching her, even with his back to her. Why? It wasn’t likely he had eyes on the back of his head, the helmet would probably make that hard. 

The feeling only faded when she climbed down and stepped into the restroom-if that was the right term for it- closing and locking the door behind her. The water wasn’t terribly warm, but it was better than a bucket and a cloth, leaving her feeling clean and fresh. The clothes she found left for her helped too, even if it was only a mechanics jumpsuit that hung on her body as if she was a scarecrow. Stepping out of the bathroom she tripped over something, falling with a crash. What had she fallen over? Had something fallen on the floor into her path? A tremor shook her as a cry sounded out and the Mandolorian appeared from nowhere, scooping up the sniffling child. Y/N couldn’t help but curl up on herself. What had she done? How could she have not seen him? What would the consequences be? A beating or death? She’d heard stories of the Mandolorians, of how they killed, how dangerous they could be if crossed. Would he hurt her or would he kill her? Was this were her insignificant life ended?

“I am so sorry…” Y/N couldn’t stop the tears. “I am sorry, I didn’t see him...it was an accident, I didn’t see him…” He stepped towards her and she flinched, arms flying up to protect her head. Was this it? Was she going to die? Then…the expected blows never came.

Braving a peek from beneath her arms, she found him offering her a hand. What was he doing? Was this some kind of trick? Maybe a joke? What was going on?

“It was an accident.” He said calmly, as she uncurled a little more, her heart still hammering. He believed her? He wasn’t angry? This was new… Her hand trembled as she placed it in his and climbed to her feet. 

“I believe it may be best for you to stay on board the Razorcrest when we get to Rattaka,” The Mandolorian noted as he brushed by her on his way to the cockpit. “I’ll find you a place to stay.” That was it? No swearing? No beating? Nothing except saying that it was an accident? Of course the punishment could be delayed. Would it be starvation? Sleeping out in the cold or no sleep at all? Something else she hadn’t yet thought of?

Y/N didn’t notice her hands had wandered to the scar on the back of her elbow until they brushed against a tender bruise. Flinching, she tried to stop her thoughts, worrying wouldn’t do her any good, it would just draw out the consequences. Yet seated in the cockpit behind him, she couldn’t help but fret, the. same thoughts rolling through her mind over and over again. 

“Oh,” she drew her knees up to her chest as the child wandered towards her, eyes wide. “Hello.” 

He- or was it a she? Never mind that it reached up towards her as if it was trying to grab her, cooing and babbling. What did it want? She didn’t have anything to give it. Was it yelling at her for tripping over it?She shook her head. “I’m sorry little one, I don’t understand.” 

She shook her head. “I’m sorry little one, I don’t understand.” 

“He wants you to pick him up.” The Mandolorian didn’t even turn around. What? It wanted her to hold him? Even after tripping over him? Hadn’t she hurt him? What if she did it again by accident? Certainly the consequences would be worse. 

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea,” Y/N shook her head, speaking to the child more than anything. The little green creature frowned at her before waddling away to climb up into the Mandolorian’s lap. Part of her almost sighed in relief. Now she couldn’t cause him to get hurt. All she had to do was stay in her seat and not touch anything. 

That rule was broken a half second later as the whole ship shook and her hand flew out to steady herself on the wall. What was that? Had they hit something? A meteorite? Oh, stars above, what if it was another ship? 

The Razorcrest swerved sharply as another ship dove by. What was going on? Was the other pilot drunk? Were they attacking? Did Gaffa want her back? A yelp escaped her lips as she scrambled to stay in her seat, the ship almost dropping out from underneath her. It wasn’t a yelp, but rather a gasp that followed the sound of firing weapons. Why were they being shot at? Why were they being attacked?

“Hold him.” The Mandolorian had spun his seat around, placed the Child in her lap, and spun back to the controls before she could even process what was happening. Why was he giving her the kid? Nevertheless, the command in his tone had her arm wrapping around the Child, pressing him close against her. Whatever was happening, she would not let him get hurt again. Not on her watch. The ship dropped again and so did her stomach. Could she do her watch with her eyes closed?

*** 

Dyn didn’t need the computer to tell him the Razorcrest was in bad shape. He could feel it in the way the ship shook and shuddered. There was no way they were going to make it to Rattaka without a pit stop at the very least. He bit back a sigh when he glanced at the charts. Tatooine, it had to be Tatooine. Didn’t he spend enough time on that sandpit hunting down bounties? Now he needed to get repairs there too? Great, just great. 

Turning to Y/N he opened his mouth to tell her Rattaka would have to wait, only to find the word fleeing before they could be spoken. Eyes squeezed shut, she’d curled up on herself and around the Child. Something about it tugged at his heart. But why? Why her? What was it that had him wanting to help so badly? 

“You can open your eyes.” How was he supposed to say it in a way that wasn’t a command? She clearly needed a gentle hand. She would do well on Sargon, now that the raiders were dealt with. Her e/c eyes popped open, wide with fright.

“What was that?” She whispered it, her words shaking even with the softness of her tone. 

“Bounty hunter.” Dyn stated and nodded towards the Child who looked up at Y/N with an almost...concerned? Confused? Maybe an amused expression. “You can set him down.” 

Y/N moved carefully, uncurling herself, almost gracefully timid in her movements, and set the little one down on the floor. He went right back to begging to get in her lap. Why did he like her so much? He didn’t seem to react like this with any of the other women he’d encountered so far. 

What was so special about her?

Save for laying a hand on the Child’s head, she made no move to pick him back up. She did not say anything either, not a question, not a comment, nothing. What was that about? He’d expected at least a half dozen questions, so why was she silent? 

He couldn’t help but note how her hand traveled to her right elbow, rubbing a spot on the back. Was that a nervous habit of hers? Never mind, it was no concern of his. He just needed to find a spot for her to stay and that was it, he would never see her again. 

“We need to stop on Tatooine.” He stated and she barely nodded, her eyes fixed beyond the cockpit windows to the space beyond. He turned back to the controls. Well, that fixed that. 

Actually, no it didn’t. He looked back at her. She had barely moved.“That’s it? No questions?”

Y/N’a gaze darted to him before dropping to her hands. “Slaves shouldn’t ask questions.” She just barely spoke loud enough for him to hear. “It can get us in too much trouble, it’s not worth the risk.”

Slaves shouldn’t...just how long had she been a slave? How long had that idea been embedded in her thinking? How long had it taken her to learn that lesson? What had it taken? 

“Ask me a question.” He tried to keep it a gentle prodding, but it escaped as a dare. Her eyes darted up to him and seemed to almost search his helmet for an expression or one through the visor. It was nothing new, so why did he feel like she could see right through the Bersker? 

“Why is a bounty hunter chasing you?” She spoke gently, almost shyly. 

“Because I am a bounty hunter. The kid was a target, but after I delivered him I stole him back. Now there’s a bounty for both of us.” He nodded towards the child who now sat between her bare feet. Shoes, she needed shoes. Did he have any on board the ship that would fit her? Where could he find a pair? And maybe some different clothing, the jumpsuit was the smallest he’d found on board but it still hung off her as it would off a skeleton. When was the last time she ate? She was so thin that it-wait, what was he doing? Why was he thinking like this? He wasn’t responsible for feeding or clothing her, he was just finding her a place to stay. The Child was his responsibility, but not her.

She nodded, but said nothing else.

“Is that all your questions?” He quizzed her and she shook her head. “Then ask another. You can’t keep acting like a slave when you aren’t one.”

“Why are you helping me when you already have enough to deal with?” She pulled her knees up towards her chest, almost as if she was scared of the answer. “You must have known that I have nothing to offer, that I am pathetic and well,” An almost bitter laugh sounded from her lips. “I’m desperate. So why not only help me, but pay for me when you could have-should have- walked away? Why bring me on board your ship? Why risk getting in trouble with Gaffa to help me? To save me?”

Why did Y/N have to voice the questions that had been bouncing around his head? Why did she have to ask the few questions he didn’t have an answer for? And why was he having her ask questions? Why did it matter to him that she quit acting like a slave?

What was wrong with him?

“There’s bigger fish in the sea than Gaffa.” Was the only answer he could give before he turned back to the controls. Maybe having her ask questions was a bad idea. 

The rest of the flight was spent in silence.

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Image from page 375 of "The olive fairy book" (1907) by Internet Archive Book Images Via Flickr: Identifier: olivefairybook00lang Title: The olive fairy book Year: 1907 (1900s) Authors: Lang, Andrew, 1844-1912 Ford, H. J. (Henry Justice), 1860-1941, ill Subjects: Fairy tales Folklore Publisher: London New York : Longmans, Green Contributing Library: New York Public Library Digitizing Sponsor: MSN View Book Page: Book Viewer About This Book: Catalog Entry View All Images: All Images From Book Click here to view book online to see this illustration in context in a browseable online version of this book. Text Appearing Before Image: to say; and they soon set upquite a pretty quarrel. Suddenly the princess, furiousthat neither of them alluded to the part played by thestudent, quite forgot her vow of silence and cried loudly: Idiots that you are! how could she belong to anyone but the student? If it had not been for him, allthat the others did would have gone for nothing! Ofcourse it was he who married the maiden! And as shespoke the seven veils fell from her, and she stood up,the fairest princess that the world has ever seen. You have won me, she said smiling, holding out herhand to the prince. And so they were married; and after the wedding-feast was over they sent for the old woman whosepitcher the prince had broken so long ago, and she dweltin the palace, and became nurse to their children, andlived happily till she died. fAdapted from Tiirkische Volksmarchen aus Stamlnil gesammelt,ubersetzt und eingeleitet von Dr. Ignaz Kiinos. Brilla, Leiden.] Spottiswoode & Co. Ltd., Printers, Neiv-street Square, London. Text Appearing After Image: Note About Images Please note that these images are extracted from scanned page images that may have been digitally enhanced for readability - coloration and appearance of these illustrations may not perfectly resemble the original work.

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So I’ve already done two interviews talking about this song and my music related past! Now I will be performing on the 18th for an event hosted by SheSpoke called under the stars LGBTQ+ show! It will be at the center for subtropical affairs in Miami, FL!

Honestly I can’t wait! I’m so excited! I love that I’m going to be performing my song in front of more people and if anyone here would be capable and interested in going then I’d love to have you there as well ☺️ if not then make sure to check out my single because I put a lot of heart and soul into it and I’m sure you will adore it!! 💕💕💕 thank you!

If you haven’t heard my new song yet, check it out! Enjoy! 💕

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Better Off Alone?

Friday, August 10, 2018

A Panel of The Arkansas Supreme Court Committee on Professional Conduct ordered a six-month suspension of an attorney who violated rules by missing a scheduled hearing.

The client proceedied alone

[Client] Ms. Kittler chose to go forward with the hearing.  The hearing was held and the issue of marital debt was addressed.

The following day, July  11, 2017, Ms. Reece entered the offices of Judge Pierce. She spoke to Kristina Morgan, Judge Pierce's law clerk, and Ms. Sykes. Ms. Reece wished to apologize to Judge Pierce for her mistake in calendaring the hearing. Judge Pierce was in court at the time of Ms. Reece's visit. Ms. Reece jokingly stated that her client did better without her and told Ms. Morgan to tell Judge Pierce that she was good with her client. Ms. Morgan stated that she would relay thc message to Judge Pierce.

On July 18, 2017, Judge Pierce sent a letter to the Office of Professional Conduct reporting Ms. Reece's conduct. In her response to thc Formal Complaint, Ms. Reece stated that she was not present for the July 10 hearing as she inadvertently overlooked it in her calendar and was out of town in another matter. Upon return to her office, she found [opposing counsel] Ms. Pipkins' email and realized she missed the hearing. Ms. Reece admitted that she went to Judge Pierce's office on July I I with the intent to apologize to Judge Pierce and explain what had happened. Ms. Reece denied joking that her client did better without her, although she may have said something to the effect that her client came out ok in the hearing even though she was not there.

Sanction

Ms. Reece's prior disciplinary record was considered by the panel as a factor in determining the appropriate sanction.

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Like a broken wine glass.. shespoke up. Familiar climbing out of the turquoise black and white striped hood. The female then gritted her teeth as she looked at her familiar.. whom is running off to eat any mice or bugs.

"I.. I'm Imaginitia. Tia.. is for short.. but have you gotten my letters..? Well.. I have a drawing of what it feels like as of right now."

She said as her familiar ran after one of her preys.. with a heavy sigh. I call out to her.

"MYSTICA!!"

Her familiar hurries back with a rat in her mouth. Fangs sinking into it. The female's brace for his words as her face is ridden with embarrassement.

A Female walked into the doors of the NYC sanctum.. just here because she wanted to meet her penpal she had been sending through help of her Familar. She ended up finding something that she felt she could have been healed with.. she had sent a drawing of herself and her emotions pouring into a pool of fears.. arms that had formed and to pull her under.. she gets to meet him.. but heart and soul heavy.. she keeps herself from crying.. trying to look prestnable.

The whispers of the wind as he walked, swiftly tugging at his cloak. Although sometimes, its unique individuality made it guilty of it. “I knew someone would arrive today.” He spoke up, approaching the figure that had walked through the doors. “You’ve found your way to the Sanctum, seeking for something… Am I correct?”

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