#the mandalorian fanficition

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AO3 wrapped!

Respond to this with what you would call the top 5 fanfics you’ve read in 2022. Any genre! Any ship! (Bonus points: if you’re a creator, make this a 5+1 and include your favorite fic you wrote in 2022!)

Then leave this in your friends’ asks too. Let’s give creators one more spotlight before the year ends, and share some of what we’ve enjoyed along the way!

Ok this was not easy because I read some fantastic fics this year because you are so insanely talented. Here is my list:

First Class to Tatooine by @mandosmistress

This is an amazing Din x Female Reader fic that was so perfect to read after Din returned in the Book of Boba Fett. That's the link to the first chapter, but definitely do yourself a favor and read the whole thing.

Sins of the Father by @imabeautifulbutterfly

This is a multi-chapter epic of Din x Female OC who is an absolute badass. It's a great story that will make you cheer, yell, and cry your eyes out. The link is to the masterlist for the fic.

Grogu’s Day at the Beach (not the official title) by @grogusmum

Grogusmum writes the absolute cutest stories ever in Grogu’s voice, and you should absolutely read them right away. Grogu is full of sass and sweetness, and you will adore it!

Deeply Devoted by @wheresarizona

A very touching Din x Female Reader fic that I just adored for its sweetness and passion. If you know me you know I'm a sucker for Din being a sweetheart.

Candy Girl by @lady--kenobi

The very spicy tale of a sex worker and the Coruscant Guard. I have to say before this fic, I really didn't care for Commander Fox at all, but this story made me change my mind. Link is to the Masterlist.

Grogu’s Teacher by me

This fic started as a silly conversation between me and the wonderful @boomtowngirl and then somehow turned into a multi-chapter fic. If you like fluff and pure romance, I hope you enjoy this Din x Female Reader fic 💕

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Eeeeeeee!!!! I love this so much. Hazel, you did such an amazing job with this!!

Putting some spoiler comments under the cut

I am a sucker for Din noticing someone because she's so kind and not just to him but to the baby too. I like the idea that it helps him decide she's pretty.

Din to the rescue! When he shielded her with his body, I swear I felt weak in the knees. I just adore Din using himself as a blaster-proof wall of protection 🫠🥵

Naturally Din is a respectful and considerate alpha because he must be true to himself in all things. Love that for him and reader!!

An absolute gem of a read! If you decide to do a part two, I'll be thrilled 🥰🥰🥰

Crash Into Me

alpha!DIN DJARIN X omega!F!READER

WORD COUNT 2100ish

WARNINGS: A/B/O Dynamics, omega reader in mild peril

A/N: The idea of Din discovering his alpha nature as an adult took hold of my brain and I couldn’t shake it, or write anything much else until I got it down, so here it is. I’ve never written a/b/o before and I don't read too much of it. So please be gentle with me. 

It starts out in third person, from Din’s pov and then switches to second person when the pov opens to both of you. 

It’s pretty fluffy (What? You say. Shocking, I know! Hazel replies.) and doesn’t contain smut. (I know, I know)

This here is a one-shot that could expand when and if inspiration strikes, if there is to be smut in its future, the Magic 8 Ball says “Reply hazy, try again”.

Din enters the local cantina. The job’s complete, but the kid needs to eat before they bring the bounty back to the client. He gently lifts Grogu out of his satchel and places him in a booth. Grogu coos and tries to climb onto the table.

“Hey don't do that, pal.”

A friendly-looking server comes up just as he settles himself and Grogu on one side of the booth with a ready warm smile.

“Welcome, traveler,” the server greets. Upon seeing Din settling Grogu beside him on the inside of the booth, she corrects herself sweetly, “I’m sorry, welcome travelers! Are you interested in eating or just a- ”

“Yes, thank you,” Din interjects. “Um, just for this one here.”

“Very well, the special today is fried gorg over pashi noodles.” she reaches over to point out a few items. Reaching past Din, as Grogu is playing with the single-page menu.

“Unfortunately we are out of roasted craw-maw and the ladnek bisque.” 

Din stills when her arm crosses him, below his helmet. His helmet filters out much in standard mode, but he catches a scent he has never experienced. His head swims slightly, normally he would turn on the extra filtration, but something in him wants more.

“Oh, I apologize for my reach, sir,” she pulls back realizing she has invaded his space.

“Don’t worry about it,” Din's voice is low, lower than usual. He is taken by surprise, it’s his ‘bring you in warm or cold voice’, without any of the menace. He clears his throat. And his server does the same, he looks at her properly for the first time. Warm eyes and very cute, pretty, he decides. Her moment of fluster pleases him in a way he doesn't understand and he tries to keep from puffing out his chest. Din thanks the stars for his helmet.

“He will take the gorg and noodles,” he says. “Enthusiastically.”  

Grogu watches this exchange closely.

“Very good!” her laugh is warm and genuine. Still smiling as she goes to the kitchen. Din wonders what that was all about and thinks of putting the extra filtration on again.But doesn't.

A busser delivers the food, Din thanks them politely, but can’t help but look past them to see where his server has gotten to.

Grogu digs in, just as his dad anticipated, with enthusiasm. Din is just happy he is eating a cooked gorg.

Quickly, Grogu is down to his last noodle.

“You ready, kid?” 

Grogu looks up and nods, making a little mrapp sound. Seeming full and content as Din lifts him off the bench and he sinks comfortably back into the satchel. 

When Din goes to settle up. He tells himself he is not put out at all that he didn't get to pay the pretty sever with the sweet smile and twinkling eyes directly, as he heads out the back. It's just the quickest way to the Crest, it has nothing to do with passing the kitchens. 

The crash of trash bins behind him catches Din’s attention, and he rounds the corner to investigate. He pulls up short, seeing her against the cantina wall, a hulking human looming. The bin lids continue rolling, then reverberating like cymbals. Her look of fear sends a kick of adrenaline through Din's system and there is a rush in his ears. His growl surprises him.

When her attacker looks in Din’s direction, she tries valiently to take advantage and kick him. He is surprised, yes, but it's not enough, and he quickly has her by the arm.

“I’m only going to say this once, let her go.” Din’s hand moved to his blaster.

“I’m only going to tell you once, to mind your business.”

Grogu ducks as Din draws his blaster. 

“Wait!” She shouts. 

“See the omega wants to go with me.”

“I do not,” she says, pulling away, but he clamps his hand harder, causing her to wince. 

Din is torn between seeing red at the pained expression on her face and the curiosity of this new information- what did he call her? Is that your name? Din holsters his blaster, his hands come to his hips. 

“Fine. It seems to me, Omega doesn’t want to go with you.” Din makes himself take up as much space as he can, and drops his voice further. Surprising himself yet again today, he adds “she wants to come with me.”

Din is shocked and again relieved to be under his helm, for after saying such a presumptuous thing he can't keep from wincing just a little. Regardless, he stays in Bounty Hunter mode. The woman pulls away again and walks over to Din. He almost forgets about her assailant, watching her progress. Coming to him. Almost-

“It is Omega’s grace and not mine that you are still standing. I see you again, you won’t be so lucky,” Din says only after he has stepped in front of her, completely shielded her from view. 

Only when the other man is completely out of view does he turn and look down at her, she is very close to him, eyes large. He catches a hint of that smell again. His thoughts lose focus-

“Omega,” he almost whispers. 

She looks, he isn't sure, concerned? Disappointed?

Then she tells him her name.

“Oh,” Din is relieved, it’s just a misunderstanding. He is taken aback at how relieved he feels. “I'm sorry- he called you Omega, I just assumed it was your name.”

Now, it is her turn to look confused, but then she smiles. 

“Can I escort you to your home or…”

“I thought I was going with you?” She says, a little cheekily.

Din flusters, but he is so curious about her and his feelings, that he makes no further comment and just places a hand on her lower back and guides her in the direction of the Razor Crest. 

Grogu starts to fuss, reaching for this virtual stranger.

She looks at the baby and smiles-

“Do you want a carry?” 

Grogu coos and babbles, reaching animatedly.

“I don’t mind, if you don't.”

“Alright,” Din says and brings the satchel around to his front and she scoops Grogu out. Grogu immediately clings to her shirt, telling a thrilling tale that usually only he understands.  But Din watches her close, she listens in wrapped attention and laughs at seemingly all the right places.

Din can see her looking at him with curiosity, a question on her lips. He had plenty of his own.

The assailant had called her omega, but it's not her name. It stirs memories. He hadn't really thought about Aq Vetina, or the lessons the Mandalorians had taught him about his unique biology in years. 

This woman might have omega physiology… 

Din was taken from his homeworld after the battle droid siege by the Mandalorians before puberty, they understood Aq Vetina was peopled by Alphas, Betas, and Omegas, and knew even out of the society, Din would have to understand what it all means. They not only taught him about what it is to be any of those designations, but instilled discipline so he would be able to marshal control over the base instincts that can disrupt his ability to function in non-a/b/o society such as the Child of the Watch and much of the galaxy. 

From what Din understands about it, he has always assumed he must be a beta. But when he thinks about it, he has never knowingly been in the presence of an alpha or an omega, the two designations that would inspire the strongest reactions. 

Lost in thought Din arrives at the Crest before he knows it. The Mandalorian hits a few buttons on his vambrace, lifting the security protocols, and lowering the gangway. He again guides his guest with a light hand on her lower back.

Din knows he should say something… 'welcome' or 'make yourself at home' comes to mind and is nixed immediately. He goes with-

"Watch your step."

She looks around. Her curiosity spurs her on but he can see, no feel, a guardedness too.

He for Grogu, and the baby reaches back, then squawks in indignation when he is placed in his hammock.

"Sorry, Grogu. I'll come get you soon," he says as he presses the button to close the door to the bunk.

When Din turns, she is more apprehensive than curious. He knows he needs to explain, but… he doesn't know exactly what to say.

"I'm not going to hear the end of that for some time."

She gives a small smile.

"I- um…" Din starts and stops, her eyes are so… 

Din takes off his gloves. 

He tries again, taking her hand-

"Aq Vetina is my homeworld, but I was saved after my parents were kiled and taken in by the Mandalorians when I was very young."

Whether she is also from Aq Vetina or just knows of it, he doesn't know, but he can see some recognition. She looks down at his hand on hers, his thumb making circles on her wrist. Her eyes close, and she hums a contented sound. The sound causes fireworks to go off in him. Din breaks away to walk over to a control panel on the wall and shuts down the lights.

You are plunged into darkness. Has your curiosity gotten you into trouble? 

"As a Mandalorian, to protect my creed my face can not be seen by outsiders," he explains from across the hold. "But I want to take off my helmet with you-" 

The dark is absolute, but you can tell where he is from the sound of his voice. Then a hiss and clunk, followed by a soft fwump. There is a moment of silence then right in front of you-

"Do you understand why?"

He sounds different, no longer speaking through the helmet. And his scent- you breathe it in. 

"I think so, Alph- you're an Alpha," you didn’t plan to whisper.

Din is hit with your scent, now unencumbered by the basic filtration within the helmet. He takes your hand again, bringing your wrist to his nose, inhaling. You know he is restraining himself from going to the scent gland in your neck. But if you are honest with yourself it is all you want.

Din doesn't know what he is doing, he feels untethered, almost floating. He has never felt this way, his thinking is not confused though, on the contrary it is very clear though it almost feels like someone else's thoughts.

You move closer, bringing your neck so close. Din lowers your hand-

"Can I?"

"Please, Al- Mando"

"Din, please call me Din."

You tip you head to the side, you trust he will only smell, you don't know how you know and that frightens you.

"Alright, Din."

Din feels a shiver run through him, and very slowly he brings his face to the juncture of your neck and shoulder, and inhales deeply. He feels drunk. His training battling with instinct, and training all but raises a flag of truce when your nose is buried in his now bare neck, and instinct rumbles it's victory. Little did he know that that rumble escapes him, until you moan in response. 

"Din," you sigh. His response is quick and desperate, a growl rumbling from his chest and arms wrap tightly around you, as he murmurs your name.

How you got to the large crate you are now seating on, you aren’t sure. Your feet dangle, legs open with Din standing between them, but he is not pressing against you. His head, hair soft and fine, is tucked against your shoulder as he noses against your scent gland. He does nothing without express permission. You have never met an alpha like this. You remind yourself he wasn't raised in a/b/o society, where the hierarchy puts him at the top, so many taught that they can just take what they want, like the alpha behind the cantina. You also can tell he is holding back, keeping instinct in check. And you are torn between incredible respect and wanting him to let go. 

“I want to kiss you, may-”

“I want to kiss you too, Din.”

Din brings his mouth to yours with an urgency that scares him. He wants to live here, right here. He knows he has to marshal himself, take control. But your lips are soft and the sounds you make, he wishes he could see you- 

Suddenly, there is the swoosh of a door to your right and an affronted cry that is as cute as it is furious. You smile, your lips still against his.

“Time’s up, I guess,” Din sighs.

"For now."

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Final chapter! At long last!

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PART 1 / PART 3

SUMMARY: You live with Din on the Razor Crest. You babysit the kid and he gives you shelter and food… It was a good deal. Little did Din or the other Mandalorian’s know what you truly were, and just how dangerous you could be.

WARNINGS: Angst, nightmares, Soft!Din, fluff, reader is a little insecure in this chapter, a little bit of wounded reader, mature language, pls tell me if I miss anything.

~ Heavily inspired by Marvel - the scarlet witch in particular.

WORD COUNT: 3K - I apologise

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Chapter 2: Pushing Limits

You cradle Grogu in your arms. 

Gentle cooes filled the Crest’s air. Eventually you put him in the small cot (which was really just a blanket hung like a mini hammock) and play with him a little, making booping noises when you ‘stole his nose’. 

Din can’t help but have a silly little smile graced upon his lips, the kid loved you so much... he loved y- no. He wouldn’t allow himself to even think that... people he loves always seem to get hurt... it’d be best to let his feelings die straight off the vine... for your own safety. 

The child slowly dozed off in the cot, and a heartwarming smile pulled at your lips. “little cutie.” you chuckle. You turn your attention to the Mandalorian who stood behind you, watching contently. “Hey.” You whisper. Din chuckles slightly. “Hi” he replies. “I need to give you something.” You whisper shout, trying your best to keep your voice down. Din cocks his head in confusion. Give him something? You scavenged through a small bag you liked to keep with you until you found what you were looking for. You fished it out and closed your palm. “Close your eyes under there... No PEAKING!” you tease. “Ok?” he breathes out. You take one of Din’s hands into yours, uncurl his fingers and place a small charm in his hand. Slowly you curled his fingers over again covering the piece of jeweriy. “aaand open.” you guide. Din’s eyes open under the helmet and he opens his hand at the same time. Some sort of rare silver metal that seemed to circle around a huge gem stone. The gem stone was an ivory yellow.. much like your top. Through the silver metal was carvings you seen the armourer engrave into Din’s armour. A mudhorn, some Mando’a words, it truly was a great gift. “If it works properly.. it should change colour everytime your favoured colour changes” you whisper, barely able to contain your own excitement. “Where did yo- you..... h-how did.... when?” he stutters. You suppress a grin, he was baffled. Just the reaction you wanted. “I made it.” you admit. “H-How? This would’ve taken.. months.” He exclaims. “Well it took less than an hour to make.” you honestly and confidently reply. He cocks his head, waiting for you to expand. “... I created it with my magic.” you admit. Din smiles. “Then you’re getting better at controlling your powers.” he proudly says. “I have no one to thank.. other than you.” you instantly reply, knowing he would blush. You allow yourself to yawn, covering half of it with your hand. “Hey Din... I think i’m gonna get some shut-eye.” you whisper, stretching out your back. He nods, still shocked and starring at your gift to him. You smile as you climb into your shared cot. “I’m glad you like it.” With a small hiss the hatch door closes and you allow your heavy eyes to slide closed, a comfortable darkness engulfing your body. 

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You awake to screaming. 

Your body jolts up automatically. You pant in shock. You’re not in the Crest anymore. You don’t know where you are. It’s still extremely dark and your eyes were still trying to adjust. The ground beneath you is almost sandy... but... you’re definitely not in Tatooine. You strain your eyes, trying to find the source of screaming. Still there is nothing. Absent-mindedly you begin to stand up. It is as if you can’t control your muscles, much like a newborn baby. Your blood simmers for no reason. You just felt... angry. Finally light appears, the light is orange and it seemed that there was smoke looming over the black sky. There’s fire, houses on fire, Mandalorian’s burning with the houses. But there was one building that stood out. The covert. You try to maintain some control over your body, to go to the covert and find out what was happening, but it was like you were watching a movie... of you... hurting people. “Y/n!” you gasp. You knew that voice. That honey-like voice. Turning around you see Din. But something’s wrong. His blaster.... it’s.. aimed at... you. He’s holding the child.. in almost a protective manner... you would never hurt him.. or the child. What was going on? “How could you do this to us?!” He screams over the chaos behind you. “I didn’t do that! I swear!” You yell... but nothing comes out of your mouth. Slowly your hand arises. You look down at it in confusion. A lilac energy circulates your hand as your fingers move in an uneasy pattern. “What?! N-No, o-oh no!” you cry, but again nothing comes out. You can hear as Din cocks his blaster at you. A tear rolls down your face. Just as you blast a huge amount of lavender coloured energy straight at Din your eyes snap open... truly, this time. You could feel the soft cushion of Din’s cot under your back and you let a heavy sob leave your system. “Cyare?!” Din screams, holding up. You were coated in a thick layer of sweat, your whole body trembling. “Cyar’ika are you ok? What the kriff happened?!” Just seeing Din caused you to burst out into tears. Heavy sobs wracked your body. “Y-you… I was…n-no, l-l-lilac.. wi-wi-witch” You sob. Your lungs burned with every struggled breath. Din rubbed your back and shushed you gently every few minutes. “It’s ok.. It was just a nightmare mesh’la.” He reassures. You snuggle up closer to Din, trying to get impossibly closer to him. The tip of his helmet rested gently on your head as you cradled your head in the crook of his neck. Eventually you fell asleep again, being held in his arms was like being wrapped in a protective blanket, knowing you were safe where you were and having that warm feeling blossom in your chest as you doze off. This time you awake to sunlight. Warm air spilled into the Crest as Din opened the hatch. “Where are we?” You mumble out, sleep coaxing your voice. “Mos Eisly.” came his short reply.  Your eyebrows furrow. “Mos Eisly?” You repeat baffled. “I need some work… Karga won’t accept me in the guild anymore so I need to find some other work here.” He explains. “Ok.” you yawn, getting up. “You’re staying.. I need someone to watch the kid. Plus the ship could use a few repairs.” he admits. You frown. “Okay.” As soon as Din takes his first steps off the hatch his blaster is out of the holster and a plasma bullet is shot. “What was that?!” You shout, jumping. “Droids.” he mutters loud enough for you to hear. “Hey!” comes a raspy voice. “Hey!” a woman shouts again. Both you and Din turn your attention to the woman approaching you. “You damage my droids, you'll pay for it!” she shouts. You scan the lady up and down. She had coffee brown bristly hair, fair skin and honey brown eyes. Her eyebrows were furrowed and her forehead was creased. “Just keep them away from my ship.” Din states blankly. “Yeah.” the woman scoffs. “You think that’s a good idea do ya?!” She taunts. “Let’s take a look at your ship.” She says. She begins circling the Crest, inspecting it carefully. “Look at that.” she starts. “Oh you got a lot of carbon scoring building up top” she points out. “If I didn’t know better I think you were in a shootout.” She comments. She begins inspecting other parts of the ship again. “Oh yeah, I’m going to rotate that, you got a fuel leak” she says pointing at a certain part of the ship. She continues to walk. “Look at this! This is a mess, how did you even land?” she practically yells. “That’s gonna set you back” She murmurs. Din sighs. “I’ve got 500 imperial credits.” he offers. “That’s all you got?” She questions, walking back over to him. Din remains silent. “What do you guys think?” She asks her droids.The droids grunt and make whirring noises. “That should at least cover the hangar.” She says, pursing her lips. Din was going to pay for her to fix the ship? Wasn’t that your job though? “I’ll get you your money.” Din promises. “Hmm.. heard that before” She retorts. “Just remember-” Din starts. “No droids.” The woman finishes off for him. “I heard you, you don’t have to say it twice.” Din nods then looks at you. “You’re relieved of your mechanical duties, watch the kid.” He says before walking away. Once Din is out of sight the woman turns to you. “The names Peli… what’s yours?” The woman confidently asks. “Uh… Y/n… Y/n L/n” She nods. “Nice to meet cha.” She says before getting to work on the ship. You decided you should probably tend to Grogu, and so you go to look after the green bean. Hours of playing with Grogu seemed to go by like minutes. You didn’t even realise it was night until you took your first steps out of the Crest. A dark shade of blue, black and purple painted the night sky. The moons loomed large, surrounded by an ethereal glow. Thousands of stars were sprinkled around it, and you couldn’t peel your eyes off them. “Do ya need something?” Peli asks from where she was seated. “Um… are you… are you done with the ship?” You stutter. “Yup.” She replies. “Could… you do me a favour…. I can pay!” She smirks. “Say no more, what is the favour my friend?” Peli questions. “I need a little bit of privacy.. Could you babysit the kid for a few minutes, he’s asleep, so he shouldn’t be too much of a menace” You chuckle. “Okay.” she enthusiastically agrees. “Thank you.” You reply, handing her the sleeping child. “Hello you little womp rat.” She cheerfully, but quietly greets. You offer her a quick smile before quickly making your way back into the Crest. Now was your time to practice with your powers. You remember what Din said a few days ago. “Just don’t push yourself too hard, we don’t know what could happen if you did.” It wasn’t like you were going to push yourself that hard. Just a little harder than you usually would. You brought your hands up and around them a violet energy formed. It travelled in between your fingers and formed at your palm. You stared at it for a second,  mezmorised. You knew nothing about your power, you don’t think your parents had a power like this. You were used to manipulating enemies' minds and giving them nightmares, but you knew… you could feel your powers had so much more potential than that… you just weren’t pushing yourself hard enough to learn anything new. So you would take the time to learn more about yourself now, whilst Din is looking for work. Now…let’s try changing that crate into a…. Meiloorun. Conjuring up as much of your magic as you could, you place your hand on the crate. Your eyes slide closed and you focus. You think of the fruit you want to turn it into. The texture of it, the juicy taste of it, the sunset-like colour that coated the skin of the fruit. When you open your eyes you no longer touched the surface of a crate… but the smooth surface of a meiloorun. “It worked!” you whisper yell. Now the question was… is it edible? Or was that still something you needed to work on? You slice up the fruit and giddily opened it. An orange-yellow sweet looking fruit made an appearance. You take in a breath and take a bite out of it. You could definitely feel the texture of the fruit… but there was no taste… you needed to improve on that. “Let’s try something more difficult.” You whisper to yourself. You thought for a while before your eyes lit up like a city. A portal. You could try and make a portal to… Naboo… your home. Or was that pushing your powers too far? There was only one way to find out. You push your hand out in front of you once again. You think of how a portal may look like… looking like a mirror at first, then showing Naboo as you walk closer, with a purple energy surging around it. You take a focused breath as you think as hard as you can. You can hear small sparks of your magic creating the portal. You smile. It was working. All so suddenly your hands began to shake violently. A burning sensation jolted your body and a huge migraine formed in your head. Your eyes widen in pain and you yelp, your head meeting the Crest’s floor. Black dots swam through your vision until you could no longer see anything but the darkness that now engulfed you. 

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“Y/n?”.... “Y/n?!”.....”Can you hear me?”....”Hey! Get me some bacta!” Your heavy eyes slowly opened. You were lying on something warm… sand. You groan in pain, propping yourself up. “Hey, hey, relax… lay down.. you’re bleeding.” Came an all too familiar voice. Peli. “What happened there? First thing you know you give me the kid to look after then you pass out, bleeding in the Crest!” Peli exclaims. You pushed yourself too hard, and you bled out on the Crest from using too much magic.… Din was going to kill you! “Bacta is working wonders on your skin so you’ll be fin-” You cut her off. “You have to promise me you won’t tell Di-Mando.” you practically scream. “What why-” “Promise me you won’t” you cut her off again. She sighs loudly. “Ok. I won’t”.. “Thank you.” you sigh out. “What….happened?” The curly haired woman asks, curiosity getting the best of her. “I uh.. Cut myself on one of Mando’s weapons and… um.. I just.. fell.” You lie. “Mhm.” Peli cautiously replies. Suddenly a hand wraps around you, and another wraps around Peli. You yelp in surprise. Your hands were wrapped around your back, along with Peli’s. “Who are you and what the kriffing hell do you want?!” Yelled Peli. “I wanted the child at first.. And I still do… but…. You.” He whispers in your ear. “I saw you in the ship’s window as I came back.. You’d have value in the empire or the guild.” came the males voice again. Your breath hitches. He saw you using magic. “I-it was a trick” you stutter, not able to think of any more believable lie. “You’re a horrible liar.” The man hums. Your breathing picks up. The empire can’t know about your power… they already know about Grogu’s! You can hear the man’s blaster cock. The cold circular front of the blaster pushed up against your h/c hair. “Give me the kid” he growls. Before you can do anything, Grogu was given to the man. “Peli!” You yell. “We can get him back later… this guy’s just a rookie! Your man will kill im” she whispers. The blaster is pulled away from you, and the familiar feeling of handcuffs are wrapped around your wrists. “And now we wait.” The young man whispers to the both of you. 

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Soon enough Din came. The moonlight bounced off of his beskar as he stood confidently in front of this strange man. “Mando” the man yells, holding you, Peli, and Grogu firmly. “Looks like I'm calling the shots now, partner!” he yells, once again. Was this who he was working with? “You have one opportunity to let. Them. Go.” Mando growls, voice deep. The man scoffs. “You know these two.. They may just get me into the guild… but not only that, I could be a legend if I hand them both in.” He exclaims. Din sighs. A bright light is blasted towards you. Your eyes immediately shut in pain. Blaster shots rung through the night sky. Then a loud thump of someone's body hitting the ground. “Mando?!” You cry. “I’m here, we need to find the kid.” he replies instantly. You nod.. But find that you can’t see anything. You blink your eyes a few times. It does little to help but your vision cleared up a little. After being uncuffed you assist in the search for Grogu. When the man who threatened you didn’t have Grogu in his arms, panic rises in you. “Where is he!” Peli shouts. Then you see two pale green ears stick out from behind a crate. With a quick sigh of relief you grab him gently and cradle him in your arms. “You ok, buddy?” You ask. You get a bunch of unsatisfied babbles in return. “There you are you little womprat!” Peli shouts cheerfully. “Y/n.” Din calls. “Yeah” you reply, turning to face the metal man. In his hand he held a transmission, it seemed to be activated. “Where did you find that?” You ask curiously. “Tucked in Toro’s belt.” He quietly says, cocking his head to the stranger that held you captive earlier. Your body stiffened. He didn’t have time to make contact with anyone about you… did he? Breathing seemed near impossible, you felt like fainting from how nervous you were. What if he managed to make contact with the empire about you? You would be screwed. Absent-mindedly you yank the transmission and smash it on the ground, making sure to stomp on it. “Hey! Why’d you do that?!” Din yells. “Don’t get your feathers all rustled Mando…. I can fix it and see who it was sent to.” Peli cheerfully volunteers. You gulp, this is it. You were fucked. 

[firstofficerwiggles]

This is so cute and I love Din wanting to cuddle but never admitting it 🥹

I think din is a huge cuddler but like tries to hide it bc he’s like “no >:( I’m a mean mandalorian” but his brain is like “mhmm. cuddles.” YOU KNOW

oh bestie I DO KNOW. i love that funky metal man so much, i hope you enjoy this!

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“Aren’t you tired?” 

The question came out of nowhere, and you couldn’t help the confused expression that crossed your face. “What do you mean?” You were worried he might say something about the way you were piloting the ship, implying that you seemed fatigued or distracted and there was going to be some kind of trouble because of it. 

But Din’s response didn’t have of the tension that you expected. “I don’t know, you’ve been out here for a while, I just wondered if you wanted to stop somewhere and get some rest.” 

Stop somewhere and get some rest. Those six words told you everything you needed to know, and you knew exactly what was going on. His question had never been about you and your piloting abilities, it was about him and his desire to cuddle, he just didn’t want to say that outright. 

You always enjoyed when the ship was parked somewhere and you got to sleep in an actual bed, because more often than not, it led to you and Din cuddling up together. After you returned Grogu to the Jedi, he had been removing his helmet around you sometimes, but it was only when you two were cuddled up and you were half asleep already. And slowly, you started to realize that you weren’t the only one who looked forward to your cuddling sessions, he just never wanted to admit it. 

“Are you just asking me this so we could cuddle?” Your voice was pitched to a stage whisper, and you had a playful smile on your face. 

“No.” He was lying, he always was when you asked that question. “I’m just concerned for your well-being.” 

“Hmm, sure,” you said. “Of course.”

“Do you want to stop somewhere or not?” 

It only took a laugh and a few words of confirmation before the ship was touching down on a nearby planet and the two of you were checking into an inn. You watched him remove pieces of his armor as you got comfortable in the bed, his helmet the last thing to go. As the light was turned off and you snuggled right up against him, you could hear him sigh quietly in content. 

“You know, if you want to cuddle with me, you can always just ask.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” was his response. “I wanted to make sure you got all the rest you needed.” 

A short laugh escaped your lips as you closed your eyes, and you allowed yourself to find comfort in his warmth. He was full of osik, and maybe one day you’d finally get him to admit it.

[wild-karrde]

HELLO LOVELY HUMANS! It's that time again! THANK YOU to everyone who has decided that this account is worth following and endured my terrible jokes and crack head canons. You are all THE BEST! Forehead kisses all around!

Gonna try out a few new activities this go around for the celebration, so feel free to select from any of the ones listed below! Make sure you specify which option you're looking to do and any pertinent details (character names, quotes, etc.) I'll be taking submissions in my ask box up until next Sunday (4/24). Here are the options:

1. Quote Ficlets: this works the same as it has in the past. Send me an ask with a line of dialogue and a Star Wars character, and I will write a short one-shot for it! All ficlets can be found on my Master List.

2. OC AMA (NEW!): send in an ask to any of my OCs, and I will answer in character. My OCs are:

Senna Aven/Atiniir

Versa Horne

Kestia Nodala

Iden Vena

Chuckles

Arni

Nita

3. Fic Discussion (NEW!): send me an ask about anything you want to know about any of the fics I've written. It can be questions about plot, decisions I've made, or just if you wanna talk about it.

Thank you again to everyone that's followed along here! I truly appreciate all of you (especially the last little bit)!

- Karrde

Crosshair + "I'm glad I finally got to kiss you" (Rating - M) Captain Rex + "You are so stubborn." "You like it when I play hard to get." (Rating - M) Crosshair & Tech + "Breakthrough?" (Rating - G) Echo & Fives + "I can't go through that again" (Rating - T) Hunter/Gregar Typho & Fives + "Echo, control your twin before I kick his ass." "Oh no, you're on your own." (Rating - T) The Bad Batch + "Plan 7" (Rating - T) Echo/Sabé + “I’ve never been anyone important...” (Rating - E) Echo/Sabé + “I need you” (Rating - T) Captain Rex/Senna + “Would you want to have children?” (Rating - M) Wrecker + “I’ve seen the most beautiful stars and galaxies, but they pale in comparison to the beauty of your soul.” (Rating - G) The Bad Batch + “Wait, if you’re here, then who’s driving the ship?” (Rating - G) Commander Cody/Obi-Wan + “I looked at you as friend until I realized I love you.” (Rating - G) Crosshair/Iden + “If you keep doing that, I”m going to make you scream my name all night long.” (Rating - E) Hunter + “This is why we can’t have nice things” (Rating - G) Echo/Sabe & Fives + “I’ll just leave the two of you two it, whatever it may be.” (Rating - M)

[firstofficerwiggles]

This is so beautiful that it made me tear up. I love the take you have on what could be seen as just a simple line and then show how profound it can be. Absolutely fantastic 👏 🥹🥰

‘Don’t be afraid.’ Grogu could still hear the Mandalorian’s words echoing in his mind. Ahsoka had said the same thing to him. Luke did as well. 

He’d gone back and forth over what he thought they’d meant. Don’t fear pain. Don’t fear struggle. Don’t fear losing. Don’t fear. But the only thing Grogu feared, other than never seeing the Mandalorian again, was himself. 

He could do some crazy powerful things. Yes, he’d been trained as a Jedi, but being trained hadn’t helped Anakin. It hadn’t helped Obi-Wan. It hadn’t helped Master Yoda. They had taken up huge conflicts and fought in battles that Grogu could barely imagine, but being a Jedi had not helped them deal with what they had done and what they had failed to do.

What if he went too far? What if what he did hurt more than just the people who were attacking him? What do you do then? What do you say to that person? What do you say to their family when they can’t survive who you are?

Grogu was very afraid of himself. The Mandalorian was his father according to the armorer at least. That made him unique and precious. There was only one Din Djarin in the galaxy and Grogu never wanted there to be less than that one. But what if his fears came true and he used his powers to make more of them? What if every Mando was really Din?

Like the Clone troopers. Only not made that way to fight a war that was meant to create an empire while appearing to protect the republic. Made that way to give Grogu security and comfort. To never experience the loss that would always come for a human, especially a Mandalorian foundling. 

Was Din telling him not to be afraid of that version of himself? Grogu didn’t know. He was very afraid of becoming that person. That’s why he needed the Mandalorian in his life. To show him that humility is honorable. To show him that friendships don’t end at a parting. To show him that kindness is its own reward. 

Perhaps that was actually his biggest fear. Not that he would do something super powerful and hurt the galaxy, but that he would do something super selfish and not live up to being like his dad. He feared disappointing the Mandalorian. 

He knew he would undergo trials and be tempted many times to take short cuts or ignore what was important for the sake of what was convenient. He would be given problems to solve that take many hands but be expected to solve them with just his two hands. He knew that a time would come and the next choice he made would be the most important choice of his lifetime. Who’s lessons would guide him then? 

He hoped he would hear his father’s voice saying, ‘Don’t be afraid.’

[orxndax]

i want to write mandalorian fanfic SO BAD, but i can’t write😐😐

PLEASE CAN SOMEONE JUST WRITE MY IDEAS FOR ME???? MAKE MY HEART HAPPY

[autumnwoodsdreamer]

WiP Wednesday

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He waited—wild, cautious hope holding his breath back. But a beat passed. And another and another and Marida didn’t do anything with them, didn’t speak, didn’t answer, didn’t tell him what he should do.

She just held his hand.

The other still held Sabine’s paper bird.

Perhaps it was silly to keep it—it was, after all, just a piece of flimsi holding nothing but a scrawled note—but the time taken to fold it into something beautiful infused it with a meaning he wasn’t sure he fully grasped but he appreciated it, nonetheless.

That was a point about Sabine he couldn’t help but admire: she made spectacular things out of plain old nothings. Blank walls, random scraps of flimsi, corners and edges no one ever glanced twice over, moments of silence—she could fill anything with colour and life.

Something drove her. Probably a million somethings, but there were times when Din swore he glimpsed something—a creature desperately filling blaster wounds, scrambling to stem the bleeding before the monsters caught her scent. It was allergic to the light, whatever it was; he couldn’t see it when he tried to look directly at it.

Well.

He may never get the chance to learn it now…

[milkytheholy1]

A Mandalorian love series masterlist: on hiatus

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A Mando kar'taylir darasuum: A Mandalorian love

Follows the adventures of a female, headstrong bounty Hunter who crosses paths with a beskar clad man. They travel the galaxy together after a rocky start and learn to accept each other. 🌸💢 Female reader

Chapter one

Chapter two: A game of chance

Chapter three: Escaping the past

Chapter four: The dance of angels

Chapter five: His mission

Chapter six: A day gone wrong

Chapter seven: The reckoning

Chapter eight: Redemption

Chapter nine: Betrayed by a Jedi

Chapter ten: We all deserve peace

[firstofficerwiggles]

This was so tender and sweet, I really loved it 🥰🥰🥰 Din being so straightforward with his feelings when it came time to confess them was everything I wanted. Although I appreciate the sneaky way he called reader "cyar’ika" and "cyare" without her realizing that they were terms of endearment. Very well done!!!

Sparks (Din Djarin x fem!Reader)

A/N: HELLLOOOO everyone!!! Here is the Din Djarin x reader fic I said I’d post. This is my first fic in a few months so please forgive me. I am exhausted, and I’ve been writing this throughout my day (may or may not have been writing and editing in class). Thus, this may be incredibly sloppy. I am so sorry. HOWEVER, this is incredibly SMUTTY so minors SCRAM! I hope you guys enjoy. The song I reference is “Sparks” by Coldplay and it very much inspired this….but so did Cardigan by Taylor Swift. Anyway…enough of me talking…ENJOY!

Summary: Din looking out for you turns into so much more than either of you could have ever imagined (featuring *there’s only one bed*). 

Warnings: Major pining, Jedi!reader, SMUT so 18+, cursing, PIV, fingering/oral (f!receiving) no mentions of birth control so WRAP it before you TAP IT FOLKS, references to canon typical violence and injuries, idiots to lovers, crest still exists bc im a lazy writer… I think that’s it…

Word Count: 3,221

The stars flash by the Crest in a streaky, messy blur. The light reflects off the beskar clad man next to you. The conversation had died down a half an hour ago. Now you and Din sat in warm, comfortable silence. You should really head to your bunk, but you don’t want to. You’re fighting to keep your eyes open at this point. You feel like a child on the back of a speeder, confidently telling their parents they aren’t tired, that they won’t fall asleep on the way home this time. Every second you get with Din counts, even if it means falling asleep in the cockpit and waking up with a sore back. The uncomfortable chair was worth the reward of just being next to him.

Keep reading

[curioushappenstance]

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He sat back in his seat and sighed. "Had no idea we'd be up so late," he mumbled. "What time is it? Must be at least four in the morning."

Silence. Pedro turned to Din, feeling concerned, only to find that the poor bastard had completely passed out. His head was tilted backward, resting on the seat's bolster, and his eyes moved back and forth underneath his eyelids.

Well. That's well and good, sleeping and all, but how are you expecting me to get you into the house?

[inkformyblood]

Quarantine Q&A

I was tagged by @lazaefair <3

Are you staying home from work/school?

I am currently not as I classed as an essential worker. I may be able to work from home in the future but as of my last shift, I still had to go in. I am currently the only person in my household that still has to leave the house to go to work.

If you’re staying home, who’s there with you?

My mam, dad and younger sister, plus my cat.

Are you a homebody?

Most definitely. I am happiest inside with online stuff to keep me busy. 

An event that you were looking forward to that got cancelled?

I had a few sewing classes that have been pushed back but not outright cancelled yet. The lady who runs them is a friend and hopefully should be able to reschedule them on a week I can attend later in the year. Also I have some theatre tickets but not for another month or so, so it’s in limbo at the moment.

What movies have you watched recently? What shows are you watching?

I’m currently rewatching The Magnificent Seven. I have watched Maleficient and Circle. TV shows wise, The Mandalorian.

What music are you listening to?

The Mechanisms!

What are you reading?

Finally working through my TBR (and a lot of fanfiction)

What are you doing for self-care?

Working on knitting myself a pair of socks, reading fanficition, writing fanfiction and just taking things as they come.

Tagging @dreamingaway94 @alexandrintea @hellolittleogre @theoreticallymad @soba-riri @rnanqo

[orxndax]

okay, writers listen up. since it’s holiday season, ITS TIME FOR SOME FLUFF!! there isn’t any sort of christmas, hanukkah, etc, in the star wars universe, HOWEVER there is Life Day. PLEASE can someone write reader showing Din the traditions of Life Day, because i- IT WOULD BE SO CUTE😭😭

like even just a drabble of Din being all flustered and confused about this bright, happy holiday, where the reader insists on decorating the ship. they would even get him a gift and he would just be so... astounded. he’s never had someone care about him this much, and he doesn’t know how to react. he’s so accustomed to the cold, affection-less life of a Mandalorian, that this new found joy is so, freeing. he loves to just watch the reader get all excited and passionate about this foreign holiday, that soon enough, this becomes his favorite time of the year.

PLEASE

someone put my thoughts into words because i cannot stop thinking of this

[firstofficerwiggles]

Thank you for the tag @grogusmum​ and @ladykatakuri​ for tagging me in the WIP game! 

So I’ve been working on Part 5 of Grogu’s Teacher and we’re at the Summer Solstice Ball where you were just introduced to everyone as the Manda’lor’s consort.

As you walk through the crowd, Din leads you to two elaborate chairs set up on a dais; there's no denying that they look like thrones. On one side there is a small highchair, obviously meant for Grogu. You feel your face grow hot under your helmet, never expecting that you would be treated as Din’s official partner in quite this way. As you are seated next to Din, you whisper to him softly,

“Am I considered your consort now?”

“Yes, I suppose I should have asked you if that was alright,” Din’s voice sounds a little sheepish, “But they needed a more official title than ‘cyare be’Mand’alor’, sweet as that term is, it isn’t really a formal title.”

“It’s alright, I just didn’t expect it,” you tell him softly. You feel so honored that he thinks of you in that way.

Din takes your hand in his, “I’m glad you’re here with me, cyar’ika, there is no one else I could possibly want by my side.” 

Grogu coos loudly at that comment.

“Besides you too of course, my son,” he chuckles and pats the little one’s head fondly.

There you go! I hope you enjoyed this little taste of what’s to come!

NP tags: @imabeautifulbutterfly​ @mandosmistress​ @oonajaeadira​ or anyone else who wants to get us excited about their work!

WIP Game

Thank you for the tag @the-blind-assassin-12 :)

RULES post the last line you wrote in your WIP and then tag as many people as there are words

I've been trying to focus on a Javi P piece that i started over a year ago, so have this whole chunk as proof I am actually trying to do words :")

You push back at him but Javier takes your fingers in his clothes as a sign to lose them. He pulls away, hands finally leaving you as he tries to wrestle himself out of whatever it is he has on, and that’s when you see it. He’s wearing the midnight blue suit you’d seen him in earlier in the week and a tie that’s new to you. It’s a deep wine red with some kind of dark pattern over it. The first thought to your mind is that it looks like the material had been dipped in blood, and is now drying in patches. The second thought is the look on his face.

No pressure tags, im just curious what you're all writing 👀 @softanon @ohheyitsokay @pettyprocrastination @miceandpens @alwaysbethewest @prolix-yuy @letterfromvienna @wyn-n-tonic @frannyzooey @oonajaeadira + anyone else who wants to jump in :)

[firstofficerwiggles]

I'm so glad you enjoyed this! I had a lot fun with reader teasing Din 😏 Thank you for your comments and for reblogging!

Beskar and Lace

Pairing: Mandalorian x female reader

Rating: Explicit, 18+ only

Warnings: SMUT! swearing, masturbation, voyeurism (just a touch), oral (m receiving), unprotected sex (be safe in the real world, people)

Summary: Mando takes issue with what you wear to bed, so you decide to show him some other options and spiciness ensues.

Word Count: ~8700

Author’s Note: This was an idea I had when I wrote Dress Code but I couldn’t find a way to make it fit into that story so I wrote it as a stand-alone. If you’ve read my other stuff, you should know this is the smuttiest thing I’ve written to date, but while it’s not the softer Din I’ve written in the past, he still manages to be romantic in his own way. In any case, I hope you enjoy!

“Do you always dress like that for bed?” Mando’s voice catches you by surprise. He sounds a bit incredulous and you’re caught off guard because usually you’re already in bed fast asleep before he’s down here. You look down at your simple knee-length cotton nightgown, why should he care what you wear to bed?

“Yes? It’s a nightgown,” you reply, unsure of his reason for asking.

“It’s rather skimpy.” His voice sounds gruff, and disapproving?

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