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thefrogdalorian · 10 months

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Dincember Day 9: Boots

Word Count: 2009 Rating: General Summary: Raising a Force-sensitive child is not an easy task, especially one as mischievous as Grogu. When the little guy decides to play a game of hide and seek without telling you and Din first, you find him in a place that you would never have expected. Content Warnings: Panic of temporarily losing a child is explored. Author's Note: I just love the mental image of Din being a Stressed Out Dad. I know Grogu is driving him crazy in that cabin!

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Having a Force-sensitive child toddling around, especially one so powerful as Grogu, frequently made for some amusing and unconventional parenting situations. How could one discipline a child who could run rings around his caregivers with his mind? To most people. Grogu probably appeared to be helpless, but you and Din knew all too well that was not the case. The little green child had been known to steal extra portions off yours and Din’s plates at mealtimes to test your patience, apparently just because he felt like it, despite Din always reminding him to mind his manners and be respectful of others. Locking away sweet treats and cookies did not work either, as it would for other children: Grogu was able to pick any lock or bypass any door.

For the most part, you and Din let him be. He had an adorable disposition and you were happy to spoil Grogu and indulge his cheekiness. Despite how innocent he looked, you both knew he had seen far more horror in his lifetime than one of his size should have done. You could tell that not being able to communicate with Grogu in a traditional sense, with words, was something that Din struggled with. You were always there to reassure Din that he was the best possible father Grogu could have, whenever his insecurities reared their ugly head. Even though the two had never had a conversation, they had their own way of communicating and understanding each other. Din and Grogu's bond was very special and it was a true honour that you were able to observe how deeply their love ran for each other.

With all of that in mind, you were not unduly concerned when you and Din had woken up from an impromptu nap that the two of you had taken to discover that Grogu was not where you had last seen him: playing with his toys on the rug beside the couch you had both drifted off on, cuddled up to each other. Din had only returned from his latest assignment with the New Republic in the early hours of the morning, so a nap had proved an incredibly tempting prospect. Plus, you found that you always slept better when you had your favourite Mandalorian to cuddle.

It was your other favourite Mandalorian, though, who was the current cause of your anguish. You and Din knew that Grogu could not have gotten far because he only had little legs, after all. Plus, R5 was stationed at the perimeter of the cabin, ready to alert Din of any intruders, thanks to a connection to his vambrace. You tried not to panic as you untangled yourself from Din and climbed off the couch, ready to find out where Grogu had gotten to. But your heart was already beginning to race when you could not catch sight of him anywhere. Plus, there was the fact that you felt guilty that you had suggested you and Din lie down to begin with.

The most likely outcome was that Grogu had toddled down the hallway to his room and snuggled up in his crib, for a nap all of his own. But as Din searched the kitchen and you walked the short distance down the hallway to Grogu’s room, you felt the bile rising in your throat as you discovered that he was nowhere to be seen.

“Did you find him?” Din called from the kitchen, you noted how even Din’s voice sounded and your heart ached as you realised that this was not going to have the quick solution that you wanted so desperately to be able to give him.

“No!” You replied, bracing yourself to project calmness as you heard Din’s footsteps thundering down the hallway towards the room.

“Dank farrik!” Din muttered harshly, lifting up a few blankets and clothes that were littered on the floor of Grogu’s room, just to check that the errant child was not hiding under one of them. But, alas, it was another fruitless search. Din let out a heavy sigh and you felt terrible when you saw the way his shoulders slumped dejectedly.

Before you could move to comfort Din, though, he promptly turned on his heel and walked the short distance across the hallway to the room you two shared and began searching there. You crept through the door timidly and watched as Din lifted the blankets on your cot to search underneath. You noticed how his movements were becoming increasingly frantic and the pang of guilt you felt threatened to overwhelm you. But you knew you had to remain composed and not panic, so you threw yourself into assisting with the search.

You yanked open the various cupboards that were fixed to the wall of the room that you shared with Din, but the only sight that greeted you was the familiar sights of your personal items and folded clothes. Every cupboard you opened without seeing the familiar sight of Grogu’s big green ears only compounded your terror, your legs felt as though they were fully shaking now, your blood running cold. Finally, you ran out of places to look. You turned around to face Din and felt your chest ache even more at the sight of him. His brows were knitted together, brown eyes pained with worry.

“Din, I’m so sorry… this is all my fault,” You mumbled, losing your battle to maintain your composure as your lower lip began to wobble and hot tears burnt harsh trails down your warm cheeks.

“Cyare, no,” Din said, his concern for you immediate. He strode across the room, closing the distance between the two of you and grabbed your arms gently above your elbows, giving you a comforting squeeze. “Grogu is the one who wandered off, not you. He’s probably hiding somewhere in the cabin, his idea of a game. It isn’t the first time he’s done this. We’re going to find him, okay?”

“Okay,” You nodded, determinedly. Din’s words had soothed the ache in your chest as you were reminded of the time that you found Grogu hiding in a shelving unit in the kitchen, having Force leapt into there while you and Din had been distracted dishing up a meal that you had spent hours preparing. By the time you had finally sat down to eat, you and Din had been so worn out from the stress of his disappearance, that Grogu had ended up eating your portions too, which you both suspected was his desired outcome.

“I’ll check all the boxes in the alcove, why don’t you check by the door and just outside the cabin, where we keep our shoes?” Din suggested. You could tell he was trying to stay optimistic but you frowned slightly, doubting that Grogu would be found in either of those places.

“Alright, I’ll check there,” You agreed, trying to make your voice sound as though it had the optimism that was not matched by your gut.

“We’ll find him,” Din said again, probably as much for his own benefit as yours.

As you strode towards the front door of the cabin, you thought gratefully once more about how lucky you were to have such a patient and understanding man in your life. Din could so easily have rushed to blame you, even though it wasn’t your fault. Instead, he did his best to reassure you and himself, channelling his energy into finding Grogu rather than finger-pointing and accusations. An attitude like that was certainly a massive help in such an emotionally fraught situation as this.

You checked by the door, lifting the pots and peeking inside them just in case, but to no avail. Your last hope was the little rack you and Din stored your shoes on, just outside the cabin. You dashed through the entryway, feeling the desperation rise. It was then that a noise stopped you in your tracks. You heard an instantly recognisable sound, a little giggle from the mischievous child who had caused you so much anguish.

“DIN! I FOUND HIM!” You bellowed, almost involuntarily, the sound instantly familiar.

The hint of green peeking out between the brown leather calmed your frayed nerves. The little womp rat had decided the perfect hiding place was in his father’s boots. If you weren't so frazzled by the events of the afternoon, you would have taken a few seconds to appreciate how adorable Grogu looked, nestled in his father's shoe. He was so tiny, a fact you often forgot until you were reminded of it, that he was able to fit inside one of Din’s boots. The brown leather had engulfed his little body entirely, it was a perfect hiding his place. But fortunately, his big green ears were not as easy to squash down and that was what had ultimately given his location away. You breathed a tremendous sigh of relief as you made your way over to where Grogu was, scooping the little boy out of the boot and tutting at him.

“Oh Grogu, please don’t do that again!” You said, voice slightly more hysterical than you intended. The child just stared back at you with wide brown eyes, apparently utterly bemused as to how much he had just worried you and Din. “You gave us such a fright!” You explained, hoping that he understood how terrified you had been.

Before you could speak to Grogu any further, though, Din caught up and promptly grabbed the child from your grasp. He hugged him close, pressing his forehead to Grogu’s bean-shaped head carefully. You knew a stern telling off, with plenty of finger-wagging, probably lay in Grogu’s future. But for now, Din was just allowing the relief to wash over him and feel comforted by holding his son close.

“Where was he?” Din finally turned to you and asked, swallowing thickly as his voice shuddered at the question.

“He was in your boot…” You said, trying to bite back the smile that threatened to creep across your lips and ruin the solemnity of the moment.

“My boot?” Din repeated, raising an eyebrow and booking at Grogu questioningly.

“Your boot,” You nodded. “I have no idea why he chose that particular

“Oh, kid,” Din said, his eyes shut as he chuckled. “I was going to lose it with you but I think being stuck in there, considering how much it must have smelled, was probably punishment enough,” Din let out a belly laugh, amused by his son’s antics.

“What are we going to do with you, Grogu?” You asked with a sigh as you placed your arm around Din’s waist and gently stroked Grogu’s cheek with your fingertip. You were just relieved that Din had taken this latest prank from his son so well.

"Seriously, I've hiked through muddy swamps in those things!" Din laughed, "I can't believe he would hide in there!"

You just smirked and shook your head at the two of them. You didn't know what you would do with your ridiculous boys, but you loved the pair of them so much. Your chest was filled with a different kind of ache now, a warm one, that you felt whenever you looked at them.

After you and Din had finally stopped giggling at the bemused kid, the three of you made your way back into the cabin and you set about preparing a meal for the three of you. You noticed, as a lump formed in your throat, how tightly Din was holding Grogu as the two of them sat at the counter and watched you potter around the kitchen with their big brown eyes. The time would come when you would have a more serious discussion with Grogu about his behaviour, but for tonight you were just content for the three of you to enjoy each other’s company. Especially considering the two of them had just gotten back from their latest assignment with the New Republic.

And you knew that the next time Grogu went missing, the first place you would check would be Din’s boots.

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flightlessangelwings · 2 years

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Eat Up

Din Djarin x gn!reader (no use of y/n) Word count- 1.1k Warnings- smut (18+ only!), oral (m receiving), food play (blowing DIn while he eats), helmet comes off, Din and reader are married, fluffy smut, softness Notes- This was a drabble request from an anon who asked for food play with Din. Thank you for the request, this was something different and so fun to write! To stay up to date on when I post, also follow my update blog and turn on post notifications @flightlessangelwings-updates Reblogs/asks/comments/follows appreciated!

“This looks good, cyare,” Din’s voice reverberated through his helmet as you set the plate down in front of him, “Thank you,” he tilted his gaze up from where he sat to gaze at you.

Your heart fluttered in your chest, and you felt his loving gaze on you even through his helmet, “You know how much I love to cook for you… my love…” you leaned forward and kissed the top of his helmet before you gently placed your hands on the sides of it.

Slowly, you lifted Din’s helmet up, revealing his beautiful face inch by inch. He sat still and allowed your motion in what had become a familiar and comfortable routine. While he spent his days out catching bounties and making sure you and the child were safe, you guarded the small home he had built for the three of you. And Din always looked forward to coming home to you and Grogu: his family, his everything.

And Maker, he had never been happier to be married to you.

“There you are,” you whispered as big, soft brown eyes gazed lovingly at you. Your heart skipped a beat as you studied his face, from the wavy, tousled hair to the angle of his nose that you instantly fell in love with, to the scruff of his beard. Every inch of Din, your Mandalorian, was perfect.

“I’m always here, my love,” his low voice went right to your core as he reached for you and caressed your face.

You allowed him to pull you forward until your lips crashed together in a desperate kiss. Immediately, Din’s tongue darted out and tasted yours, and you swallowed the moan he let out as you met his. Moans and groans echoed between your bodies as you each devoured the other, but before he could take things further, you had other plans in mind for him…

“Din,” you murmured against his lips, “We can’t wake Grogu,” you made an excuse as you broke away and crossed the table to stand opposite him. A smile flashed across your face as he let out a hint of a pout; you loved the way you had the big strong Mandalorian wrapped around your finger, “Eat up, I made this special for you.”

Din glanced down at the bowl and suddenly felt a grumble in his stomach, “It smells delicious, love,” he looked up at you, “But where is yours?”

A mischievous smirk lit up your face, “I have something else I want to eat…” you leaned forward, resting your hands on the table, “But only if you eat up, ok?” you winked.

He swallowed hard as a blaze ignited behind his eyes; Din knew that tone. He let out a heavy exhale and nodded before he took his first mouthful. Before he could help it, a soft moan escaped his lips as his eyes fluttered closed in bliss: this was the best dish you made yet. But, a rustle of movement made him open his eyes and he caught you just before you dropped down to your knees and disappeared under the table.

“Fuck…” he breathed as he glanced down at his lap and saw you unzip his pants, “You’re incredible, cyare…”

Your eyes darted up to meet him for a moment as you gently pulled his cock out of the confines of his pants. You kept your gaze locked on him and you only stroked him when he took another mouthful. It took Din no time at all to learn what you wanted, and with every bite, you stroked him faster. He groaned as his cock hardened in your hand and the meal you prepared for him warmed him inside.

When Din let out a louder moan, you decided it was time for you to enjoy the taste you craved as well. Making yourself comfortable, you darted your tongue out and teased the tip of his length. His fist handled hard on the table at the sudden feeling of your warmth around his cock and he let out a low growl.

“Love…” Din groaned as he tensed and warmth spread across his body.

“Don’t stop, my love,” your voice was low, “Or I will…”

He grunted and whispered your name as his hand trembled. Without looking, he felt you run your tongue along the length of his shaft, and it sent a wave of pleasure through his veins. Din let out a low mumble of curses before he gripped his spoon tighter and forced himself to keep eating.

“That’s it,” you praised.

You waited for him to swallow his next mouthful before you wrapped your lips around his cock and took as much of him into your mouth as you could. Din reeled forward and grabbed onto the edge of the table with his free hand as you bobbed up and down his length. Looking down, his eyes caught yours and his breath hitched in his chest for a moment.

“Fuck…” you looked beautiful like this.

You moaned around his cock as you kept going, and it took every ounce of willpower within Din not to push the table away and fuck your face. But, hearing your voice in his head, he kept going, and with every mouthful you sucked him harder and bobbed your head faster.

“Shit… Love I’m…” Din mumbled as he struggled to swallow his last mouthful before he came.

Humming around his cock in approval, you watched as best as you could as you flicked your tongue against his cock before you took as much as you could into your mouth. Eager to swallow every last drop, you hallowed out your cheeks as you heard him hiss before he exploded into your mouth. You didn’t stop, and you kept your movement as you drained as much of Din as you could, swallowing every last drop of his release as it filled your mouth.

When Din’s hand landed on your head and you could tell he was spent, you finally broke off his his cock and took him a deep breath, “Fuck…” you breathed as you looked up at him from your spot on the floor with a glazed over expression.

You saw the way Din’s chest rose and fell, and you adored the wrecked expression on his face. And his hand never left your body as he caressed your face while he came down from his high, “Fuck…” he echoed you, “That was… Fuck…”

You couldn’t help but laugh as you lifted yourself up and took his lips with your own. Moans from both of you spilled from your lips as you tasted a mix of him and your food on his tongue. And Din tasted his own release on yours, and it drove him wild.

“Enjoy that, my love?” you smirked against his face as Din nosed you.

“Very much,” his voice was low as he opened his eyes and met yours. Din grabbed your hips and pushed you back against the table and growled, “Now I want dessert…”

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penn-dragon · 7 months

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Do you mind if I ask your top 10 favorite characters (can be male or female) from all of the media that you loved (can be anime/manga, books, movies or tv series)? And why do you love them? Sorry if you've answered this question before.....Thanks...

This is such a sweet question I would love to!

These are in no particular order because my level of passion for them changes depending on my current hyperfixation, and I’m limiting myself to one character per media but giving honorable mentions because I tend to love two or three characters almost equally

1. Monkey D. Luffy!!! (Honorable mention: Zoro and Sanji)

One Piece holds a special place in my heart. I watched it on 4kids when I was growing up and it was the first anime I watched as a teenager. Luffy is so so so important to me as a character. I got myself through the worst parts of teendom by imagining that if he was real Luffy would love me. He’s such a warm, loving, and joyous character. He’s Joyboy!!! He came into the world without a family and so he made his own and that’s so special, the message that no one in this world is born to be alone and somewhere out there someone or ones will love you and fight for you. And on top of all this he’s an aroace king!!!

2. Mogami Kyoko -Skip Beat!

Kyoko was my Girl Crush™️ in high school. I remember telling my best friend “yeah if I was gay I’d date Kyoko” LMAO. Beyond that there’s just something so special to me about reading this manga over and over, watching this girl—who only knew how to live to make her existence as palatable to other people as possible—grow into herself and find her own passions and loves as she heals from the abuses she’s dealt with her whole life. (Just looking up images of her made me want to reread the whole manga)

3. Peter Parker (Honorable mention: Harry Osborn)

Spider-Man is an OG, a forever love. No matter how many years go by I’ll always circle back around to Spider-Man. I love him and his pain and his Anger Issues™️ and his iron-clad morality. The people’s hero, the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man. He’s also responsible for coding my brain to always gravitate towards the comic relief characters. I love a jokester who quips through dangerous situations.

4. Yosuke Hanamura - Persona 4

So I always joke that a majority of my favorite characters fall into one of two categories. 1. Hides their insecurities behind jokes/false bravado, and 2. Internalized homophobia/in love with best friend. And the characters I go FERAL for have both. Yosuke Hanamura is one of the both. I love a comic relief character!!! I love a man that’s hopelessly in love with his best friend but won’t admit it because he’s terrified of the implications!!! When I played this game for the first time, like most people, I was SO MAD THAT I COULDN’T DATE YOSUKE. 90% of the time when I play I don’t end up dating anyone because I refuse to deny the protag his one true love lmao. Yosuke and Yu also have the bonus of being my first ever gay ship. Their love is so powerful it pierced through my own internalized homophobia lol!!

5. Din Djarin -The Mandalorian (Honorable mention: Luke Skywalker)

I’m out here projecting so much onto this man!!!! He’s autistic, he’s asexual, he’s Traumatized. My other category of favorite characters is “Stoic Dad who learns to love again through a pseudo child figure” so he’s right up that alley. The man responsible for finally getting me into Star Wars after 27 years of having absolutely no interest.

6. Virgil Hawkins!! - Static Shock (Honorable mention: Richie Foley)

The way I waited with baited breath for every Static Shock episode as a child. It’s still one of my favorite shows, I own all 4 seasons on DvD and cherish them. I love Virgil so much!! He taught me about diversity! He’s such a lovable character and it makes the show an absolute delight to watch no matter how dated some parts of it get. The show does such a wonderful job balancing Virgil’s super heroics as Static with the heroics of every day life and it’s so endearing.

7. Oliver -Space Boy (Honorable mention: Amy)

Oliver is definitely the most niche character on this list (which is a crying shame please PLEASE read Space Boy on Webtoon it will chemically change your brain.) I’m just so attached to him. I feel so much for him and his story. If I could give him the biggest hug I would in an instant. “Take away his humanity and you can ignore his pain. Define him as a tool and you can justify using him.”

9. Rex Salazar - Generator Rex

Oh maaaaaan I love this asshole teenager!! I’m soooo obsessed with characters who get dehumanized for the sake of using their abilities like a tool and not a person. Re: the above Space Boy quote. The aesthetic of this show is so cool! (Also hello character who hides their insecurity behind false bravado.)

8. Aang - Avatar the Last Airbender (Honorable mention: Zuko)

Oh Aang… My sweet boy… my beloved… He imparted so much wisdom to me growing up… and also taught me it’s okay to have fun. I’ll always love him so much. There’s so much to rant about Avatar but it would take three hours.

10. Yugi Mutou - Yu-Gi-Oh! (Honorable mention: Atem)

I related to Yugi SO MUCH as a kid. He’s just a little weirdo who loves games and craves friendship more than anything. Honestly Yugi might have been the character I most strongly related to when I was young. I remember feeling swells of happiness when people would say nice things about Yugi as a character because it felt like they were saying nice things about me too.

#sorry this got long #you activated my trap card (autism)#long post #Penn answers things #dnana-2809-blog #thank you for asking I love getting asks!!!!!

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darth-prequelist · 1 month

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Welcome to My Page!

Name: Charlie Pronouns: he/him Age: 20s AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/users/Darth_Prequelist Current Work: Writing a fanfiction about Palpatine's rise to power. About Me: I've always loved Star Wars even as a kid and the Prequels will have a special place in my heart. Although I do love all of Star Wars, flaws and all. Palpatine is my favorite Sith Lord if you couldn't tell. Favorite Star Wars shows: - The Acolyte - Clone Wars - Mandalorian - Ahsoka Favorite Star Wars Movies: - Revenge of the Sith - Return of the Jedi - The Force Awakens - Rogue One

#star wars #palpatine #anakin skywalker #darth vader #darth sidious #darth plagueis #sheev palpatine #sith #the acolyte

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kurlyfrasier · 8 months

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Silent Cargo (part 4)

Pairing: Din Djarin x Reader

Synopsis: What’s a Mand’alor to do when you’ll talk to everybody but him? OR Reader fears for Mando's life.

Word Count: 1100ish

Warnings: panic attack

A/N: Sorry it's been FOREVER. ENJOY!

Disclaimer: I do not own any Mandalorian/Star Wars anything. I find all Mando’a translations and pronunciations at mandoa.org. Although, I don't believe there is any Mando'a in this one.

You stared after Mando, deflated, understanding he wasn’t free to have a shadow, no matter how much you wished to stay in his presence at all times.

“Should we follow him?” Dah’la whispered conspiratorially, mischief gleaming in her eyes. You wondered how long you had been staring at the closed doors Mando left through to not have noticed her sitting across the table, helmet staring at your tea as she rested her head on it like a pillow with only her vambraces for cushion.

“He seems busy,” your voice was naturally quiet and raspy from disuse, even while the tea soothed its ache.

Dah’la’s head lifted. “Doesn’t matter,” she shrugged. “He’s always busy.”

Your heart sunk at that.

“Plus,” she continued. “It’s technically my job to follow him around all day,” Dah’la stood and slipped her helmet on in one smooth motion. “C’mon. You can leave your cup. Someone will get it for you.”

Years of servitude had you itching to find a place to wash your cup, head snapping to the window clearly meant for dirty dishes to be brought. “But-”

“You are our special guest,” your name slipped off her tongue so naturally you barely noticed she voiced it. “A fellow vod won’t mind cleaning one cup, I promise.” You could hear the smile even through the modulator. Still, it felt wrong to leave it there, so you quickly made your way to the dish window before following Dah’la outside.

A cool breeze made you shiver, but it was nothing you couldn’t handle as you trudged behind Dah’la. Around you, Mandalorians stared, tilting their heads; those with and without helmets on. The kids weaved around the adults, shouting and screeching in fun. A tug on your arm kept you from ramming into a fully armored Mandalorian who watched as you walked by. You apologized, head bowing in submission and kept it there even as Dah’la dropped her hold. Not wanting a repeat, or worse, you hid closely behind Dah’la. She, who was quickly becoming another safe haven, didn’t say a word about your lack of attention to your surroundings.

The crowd became thick the further along you went, flaring your curiosity. Still, you kept your gaze down, only allowing your curiosity to go as far as your peripheral vision would allow. When the sounds of the busy streets died down and a strange silence fell around you, finally, you allowed yourself to look up and around Dah’la’s shoulder.

There was a crowd ahead, strangely quiet. You followed Dah’la around the throng and through a gate that automatically opened for her and into a field. Looking over at the crowd now on the other side of the fence, you noticed their gazes were glued to the opposite side of the field. Following their gaze you saw Mando - your Mando - in a wide, sturdy stance, a spear in his hands, sunlight reflecting off the tip of his weapon, matching his armor. Opposite him was a much bulkier, dark blue version of him - a darkness to his light - who held two smaller spears, one in each hand.

Your newest nightmare was becoming true. Your heart thundered in your chest. The man you came to know as your safe harbor was about to die. Cold sweat soaked your brow. The Dark Man would hurt him. Would beat him down to a pulp. A copper scent filled the air. How could he not? His size spoke volumes.

Where you came from- Who Mando saved you from was the largest being you had ever seen and this is what he did. He hurt those smaller than him just because he could. Just because he wanted to. What Mando did to deserve this punishment, you didn’t know, but you had to stop it. There were others, flashing before your eyes, that you couldn’t save. You tried, Maker knows you tried, but he still hit them, kicked them, cut them until the light in their eyes died. Until they became just like the others. Complicit to his every word and deed. You couldn’t let Mando become like the others. You couldn’t let the Dark Man hurt him. You couldn-

“Whoa, there!” A strong hand grabbed your arm, stopping you in your tracks. Tears pricked at your eyes, stinging- burning- raging. “Hey, what’s wrong?” Another strong hand held your other arm, holding you back. Keeping you from saving the one person who was there when you needed him most. You struggled, twisting and turning every which way, but you weren’t strong enough. You were never strong enough. You friend, your one light in the darkness would be snuffed out, just like that night-

In the distance, you heard a scream.

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“...she woken up?” A voice said in the darkness, sounding familiar, but clearer than you remember.

“I don’t know, sir,” another familiar voice, Dah’la, you thought, feeling safer already.

“Tell me again, what happened,” it wasn’t a question, but a demand with barely contained fury.

You stayed silent, keeping your eyes closed, afraid the man was angry with you. The thought sent a pang to your heart as your mind searched for his name.

“Has she ever seen you fight?” Came Dah’la’s answer, calm and steady. A balm to his storm.

“No,” came the curt reply as a gentle, feather-light touch covered your hand and stayed. A warmth spread up your arm like sunshine peaking through a cloudy day. “She was always so close. I didn’t want her in any danger,” his voice was low and rumbled, laced with a fear you didn’t recognize. “And yet, it seems I brought it to her.”

“Mand’alor,” Dah’la hesitated, boots shuffled and armor quietly clinked.

Ah, you thought, that’s why he sounds familiar. It’s Mando. He’s safe. The urge to sit up and hug him was fought with a determination you hadn’t used since before he found you as a palpable relief filled your soul, settling comfortably into your heart.

“I think she feared for your life. She doesn’t know you can hold your own. I think it triggered something. She was so pale, even as she tried to run for you.”

A sigh, deep and heavily burdened, filled the room. The weight on your hand squeezed before letting go, leaving a chill behind. The click of a secured helmet, heavy footsteps moving away. Your breaths became shallow, still you didn’t move.

“Mand’alor?” It was the quietest you had ever heard Dah’la speak.

The footfalls stopped. “Let me know when she wakes,” the familiar, modulated voice said as his steps moved further away. Your eyes opened of their own accord, unable to keep yourself from seeing a glance of Mando, even if it was just the flutter of his cape as the door closed behind him.

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THANKS FOR READING!!! :D

#mandalorian fanfic #din djarin x reader #silent cargo #my writing #fic writing #part 4 #finally

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firstofficerwiggles · 6 months

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Hello! I've binged so much of your writing today and oh my gods, I love it!

I hope I'm not too late to get in on the ask, but one of the star wars boys writing to me would be lovely. I'm over 50, and it's hard to admit this but I've never been on the receiving end of romantic gestures. Don't get me wrong, there's been much love in my life - practical, solid, occasionally goofy - but no romance.

Maybe it's my work? State Department, medic of various sorts including search and rescue, now a security guard. Practical stuff. But I also adore tea parties, and gardens, and steampunk and the entire Star Wars universe. Right now I'm building a Mandalorian medic outfit for conventions because bad ass medic who WILL shoot the asswipe who put that gaping hole in you? Yes.

Anyhow, sorry for babbling on and on at you. Whichever of the ones you think would romance an older woman, and would enjoy being spicy with a lady that can take a punch or dish one out, who grows flowers that also make a useful poultice to clear up that nasty bruise, hm?

Many thanks!

Aelf

Welcome to my blog! I’m so glad you found it and that you’re enjoying my writing. I can’t thank you enough for your kind words 💗 I’m going to ship you with Din Djarin for several reasons, first, I think Din loves badass women with a softer side too, and also because Din definitely needs his own personal medic 😂 (for the Mando’a: cyar’ika = sweetheart, ner kar’ta = my heart)

Cyar’ika,

How are you, my love? I miss you more than I can say. I’m finally headed home after this latest mission for the New Republic. Why is it that so many of their missions need to take place in places that are more swamp than land? I swear I’m going to be scrubbing the beskar for a full week after this glop. I’m also not ashamed to admit that I’m going to need some patching up when I get back to you. I promise I was trying to be careful, but chasing after Trandoshans in a place infested with vines and the galaxy’s biggest mud puddles was a recipe for falling on my ass. Speaking of, there’s probably a few bruises there that I could use your help with. Thankfully I know you don’t mind looking at said ass. Mmm, and you know, if your ass needs any checking, I’m always available. In fact when I get home, I say we send the kiddo to go visit Auntie Peli, and then we get into a nice hot, soapy tub and you can inspect every inch of me, and you know I’m going to want to return that favor. Plus, as I reminded you last time, your kisses do even more for me than your medicines. I think I need to spend at least one entire evening sampling those sweet lips of yours while you’re in my arms. That sounds like sheer heaven to me. And well, you’re always telling me I need to spend more time in bed, so of course, we’ll need to spend several hours there too. It’s important for my health, and for yours too, because I’m sure you need to have some tension relieved like only I can. In fact I intend to see how often I can relieve that tension for you all night long. Ah, ner kar’ta, I wish I were home right now. I can’t wait to hear you saying my name and telling me how much you missed me too. The moment I see you, this helmet is coming off and I’m going to kiss you like something out of one of those romantic holofilms you love so much. You know what, I’m also going to send a message to Peli right now, she might need to keep the baby for a few days, because I think I need lots of extra time to remind you how special you are to me. Until then, take care, cyar’ika and know that I’m hurrying back to you.

Love,

Din

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nonhumanhottie · 1 year

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Rise of skywalker rewatch

I'm so excited and nervous

Dude the crawl is crazy that's too much front heavy information even for star wars

Kylo in his ratty era I miss his lucious hair

Do the movies ever have holocrons or wayfinders in them before this??

Like I think Palpatine returning could have been slay if they had built it up but nooo

Kylo why would you want another master isn't that why you killed your first?

Everything with Finn and poe is perfect and I love that they're spicer this movie

Oh Leia it's so clear you're not actually in these scenes you're talking to no one

Rey and Poe's fight is one of my favourite scenes it's so fun and fluid

Somehow baby somehow that Palpapussy is back slaying the game

This plot is out of control already and the first act isn't even over

Hux is just ready to fucking kill Kylo and I so stan him for that

Chewie needs some damn conditioner

'I'm just Rey, anywhere else I'd be a slay'

Kylo leave Rey the fuck alone challenge

Now who is this mysterious well dressed man hmmm

I hope they do a comic of Luke and Lando trying to find the wayfinder

'They fly now!' makes me so fucking angry lmao stormtroopers are based on clones who are based on Mandalorians!

'Bones. I don't like bones' is such an underrated line from Poe lmao

'Horrible things happened with this knife' Rey babes you're holdng a weapon that was used to slay younglings

Threepio is great in this so many banger lines

Chewie got got!

Letting my housemate think Chewie died lol

The way the trio hold hands is so precious

Kinda live for Zorii I love someone putting Poe in his place

Zorii and Rey being friends iconic

Casually sneaking onto a star destroyer

Rey has bad communication skills my God call her out

Rey saying 'I don't want this' while Kylo torments here is so gross

Hux just as chaotic as Poe and Finn lmao and so petty I live

How would this blade have even been made like you're telling me the debris hasn't moved in 30 years?

Do love Jannah even though it feels like her choice is taken away by making the Force tell her to do the right thing

Finn and Poe are arguing! The boys are fighting!!

I wish we saw more of evil Rey she's so slay

Love how there's no music where they fight

Dude I fucking hate when Rey heals him like you could have taken out the Supreme Leader!!

Chewie's reaction fucking kills me

Kylo's change of heart is so fast like shut up

Poe looks exhausted but him talking to Lando is so special

Luke and Leia should have told Rey about her lineage if they knew though

Oh I do love Luke and his cheeky little smile

'What our mothers and fathers faught for' yes they did Poe and your mother and father were hot and cool!

Poe is flying with Artoo I love that

I wish Rey wasn't separated from her friends in the final battle

I fucking do love Palps though he's just such a delight

Kylo how did you get here and why aren't you talking??

The knights are like bros before hoes @ Kylo

Truly Han Solo's son not a single fucking brain cell

The 'on your left' of it all

The scream I scrumpt when I heard Kanan's voice I always forget

Yes girl fucking slay Palpatine

I hate the way Kylo holds her get your hands of her fucking waist

The kiss genuinely disgusts me lmao I get such ick vibes

And then Kylo dies and escapes all consequence

Ewoks!!!

Connie and Rose together... perhaps girlfriends?

Lesbian kiss!!! And older lesbians at that we love to see it

he trio hugging at the end is genuinely one of my favourite shots in all of Star Wars I hate that it's in such a bad movie lmao

This ending is sweet. Not deserved, but sweet. I like them being happy. d

#leshi star wars rewatch #star wars #star wars sequel trilogy #leshi speaks #rey skywalker #finn star wars #poe dameron #jedistormpilot #leia organa #chewbacca #rose tico #kylo ren #general hux #palpatine #luke skywalker #lando calrissian #threepio #artoo detoo

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padawansuggest · 11 months

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Hey so I was just remembering my AU idea where Kelleran Beq is ACTUALLY a Jedi in charge of the actual game show Jedi Temple Challenge in the actually GFFA, and it connects into main plot lines by him working on a children’s media station (like a huge ass orbiting station because it’s considered neutral ground around a neutral planet) and Obi-Wan wakes up from a vision as a 7 year old and decides he’s gonna be the next Jedi guest on Sesame System (which is basically just GFFA Sesame Street because I have so much respect for SS nothing could ever top the respect I have for a show that’s sole purpose is to both entertain, but also teach young children and help close the gap in areas without preschools available) and so he goes with him and several other kids and padawans.

-ANYWAYS! My point here. In that AU the Mandalorian empire decides they need more media for their own people and so they also have 12 year old Jango star on Sesame System (pretty much at the same times for lots of brotherly bonding they need to be siblings okay) and it really helps close gaps in Mandalorian education in coverts the galaxy over. That’s also awesome and as always, part of my efforts to make fix it fics.

Anyways pt 2: this reminded me that in the show (the amazing show with canon lesbian mothers and absolutely sweet and soft characters that nothing truly bad happens to) Young Jedi Adventures (I just think it’s precious and sweet and it actually shows a lot of non-essential but still very cool and interesting GFFA canon galaxy building!!!!!!!) there was an episode where Lys, Nubs and Kai are on a planet looking for a specific species (or plant?? It might have been a plant) and they encounter a droid that is filming a show for viewers the galaxy over.

And not just that, but a very WELL known droid that Lys watches the show of regularly!! And they help him find the species that is very elusive so they can film about that species for the fans. They save the droid that almost gets eaten by a bird, yada yada, and then they end up on the show as special Jedi guests.

Anyways. What I am saying. Is that I want more shows like this (docuseries and kids shows and reality shows and stuff) that include Jedi in them!!! Often by pure happenstance like this one, of course, because Jedi just show up randomly in places, but stuff like this!!

That droid was hundreds of years old, and his entire mission, was to find and film the species in this galaxy so the galaxy around them can learn about what exists out there. That is so amazing. Just like that other droid they found who’s entire mission was to find and retrieve Jedi artifacts and bring to the temples for study.

So, 1: I freaking love kids and educational programs and this AU idea still has a major place in my heart and 2: I freaking love people who make droids and just release them unto the galaxy with silly little missions of exploration and education. Give me more of that. I love those.

#young jedi adventures #star wars #obi wan kenobi #kelleran beq #I love gffa as an extended whole so much!!!!!

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lahooozaherr · 1 year

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I Will Always Find You

Chapter 4

Word Count: 5k

Warnings: angst, fluff, yearning, pining, shooting a blaster with Mando (aaaaaay) vague description of dress on reader (listen, I said it was “traditional Naboo” dress but I don’t know if such thing exists I just love that dress Padme wears by the lake lol but I’m leaving it as vague as I can incase y’all want to imagine something else, I only describe having an open back) (wanted to give Mando some skin, ok), reader runs hand through hair and has strand brushed away but no actual description of hair, Din tries to not have sexy thoughts lol

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Summary: You and the Mandalorian spend part of your “hooky” day relaxing in a place special to you. Later, he helps you get ready for the festival. Both of you are full of conflicting emotions as realizations surface and the end of the week looms.

A/N: Welp, this is getting done later than I intended. I recently visited my grandpa who is in the dying process. I had a good weekend with him and my family and tbh I thought I would be writing/reading in my spare time then but it didn’t end up happening, but that’s ok! I was able to come up with more things I wanted to add to it before so I hope everyone enjoys it. I promise we’re getting close to the smut lol I just have story building I gotta do. Also, I realized I already messed up the timeline I was trying to work with so look forward to me fixing that when it becomes more relevant. And by timeline I mean, it def takes more than a week between this and the flashback opening of the first chapter, so I’ll edit that. I’ve also been doing my best to leave reader and some other things as vague as I can but if that starts to sound weird pls tell me, I just want anyone reading to be able to see themselves in this. I also fixed the series master list banner since I kept have nagging feelings about the pictures I originally chose lol.

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Din only really has himself to blame for getting himself in this position, he tells himself.

He was almost immediately mesmerized by you, and he let his heart and not his mind take the reins. That was mistake number one.

He went from experiencing loss, trying (and failing) to cope with that grief, to here. With you. He knows he has to face his feelings, because meeting you has flipped his inner world upside down.

Every night he leaves you, images of you replay at the forefront of his mind’s eye. At first he’d brushed it off, chalking this up to some playful banter with a bored princess. But then he entertained it, learned more about you, watched you, and found himself enchanted by you.

Somehow you had made your way through the cracks of his armor. Not exactly his Beskar, but the one he built around his heart.

He hasn’t slept much tonight, opting to use this time to reflect and at least try to gather himself. He can no longer ignore what you do to him. How the sound of your voice has become music to his ears. How your touch sends electricity throughout his body from your delicate squeezes in the spaces of his arm that are not covered in Beskar. The way your eyes almost always find his own, despite the helm covering.

When he saw you help that lost child, when you opened up to him about your own mourning and conflicted emotions about your position, he almost snapped. Something possessive, or maybe more so protective, wanted to wrap himself around you. Prevent you from having to do this anymore. He could tell you didn’t want this. Maybe you wouldn’t say it, and he couldn’t out loud, but he could feel it.

He doesn’t know what to do with his own life and hasn’t for a really long time. Now, he’s coming to terms with his feelings, and desire, for you.

But the life he leads isn’t a life for you. Or at least, that’s what he tells himself. This life is dangerous…..and lonely. He knows he couldn’t ask you to become his just as much as you can’t, or won’t, abandon your position. It’s easier to accept that answer over the latter.

He’s let this go too far, but he can’t help it. You bring something out in him that he tried to forget he had. It’s like he simultaneously knows he can’t make you his, and that’s he’s too scared to. Which is saying a lot; a Mandalorian afraid? But not just over anything. Over experiencing that kind of love and then losing it. He can’t go through that, on top of the rest, it’s too much.

Yet Din ignores his instincts and indulges in you. He wishes your affectionate glances were reserved for only him, and no one else.

Catching you yesterday was almost the final straw, taking every fiber of his being to not rip away the garment bag that separated your bodies. His helmet picked up on the wild thrum of your heartbeat; and maybe he wasn’t certain how you felt but it had to mean something, right? Even if neither of you can say it.

For now, he will force himself to settle for what he has with you until this job is done.

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“Mando?”

Din is wrenched out of his head, coming back to himself. Both of you are on a small boat steered by a droid, him across from you. He must have been lost in his thoughts on the short sail to the area you spoke of.

You wave a hand across his helmet’s eye-line, “hey, are you in there?”

He cocks his helmet, turning back to you, “where else would I be?”

You let out an amused huff but your eyes search his helmet, concerned but observing. Returning your hand back to your lap, “is something wrong?”

“No, Cyare.”

Your face heats up, looking away quickly thinking he wouldn’t notice. It brings him instant satisfaction, the way he flusters you sometimes. The boat comes to a stop as you stand to gather the basket you brought with you.

“One of these days, I’m going to find out what those names mean.”

Din carefully stands in the boat, stepping over the side to the dock as it approaches, “you can sure try.”

Although, the thought of you finding out has Din’s face heated, another moment to be thankful for the helmet.

He steps up onto the dock, connected to the other side of the lake you departed from. An expansive field full of greenery and flowers, surrounded by a forest in the short distance. It was tranquil and private, just like you had described to him.

“Isn’t it beautiful?” You remark, maneuvering your way out of the boat until his hand drops in front of you, offering help. You stop first, looking up to him to smile before taking it. His strong arm helps lift you out of the boat, effortlessly.

“I would come here to just be alone,” you continued on as you adjusted the basket and yourself. You decided on wearing a simple set of a tunic and leggings for this portion of the day, saying you’ll change later. The combination hugged your body’s curves in a way the dresses didn’t and Din certainly didn’t mind.

He mentally scolds himself for wandering towards such thoughts.

He follows you as you trek through the field, heading deeper towards trees that provide shade. Picking a spot, you drop the basket and plop down next to it. Sighing and stretching your legs before settling to lean against a tree, you close your eyes and inhale. Din lowers into the spot next to you, facing the view.

Several quiet moments pass before you speak up again, “my mother found this place.” This caused Din to look at you, waiting for you to say more. You look into the sky, tightening your lips, not quite smiling and not frowning either.

“It means a lot to you,” Din states. At this point he could tell how sentimental certain things were to you, he has very few things like that for himself.

“It’s special to me, there’s a lot of good memories here. Time spent with her, many books….the first place I learned how to shoot a blaster.”

Din snorts before he realizes he’s even done it, you smile, raising an eyebrow at him.

“You? You can shoot a blaster?” He teases, emphasizing the first ‘you’.

“Are you underestimating me, Mandalorian?” Batting your lashes at Din. He can hear his heartbeat in his helmet while trying to conjure an image of you, aiming a blaster in hand.

“No….” He trails off. Your eyes trained on him with a determined expression. “I just don’t expect a princess to know how to shoot.”

“Well Mando, it looks like there’s even more for you to discover about me.”

“Alright, prove it,” he shifts to stand. He offers his hand again and you take it, firmly. When you completely stand, you're closer than he had originally intended and he can feel the tense air between you. He brushes a thumb across your knuckles before letting go.

You give him a sly grin while motioning your hand towards him, “alright, hand it over.”

“Hold on, let’s find a better spot.”

The two of you don’t stray too far, walking into the small forest behind the tree you were previously leaned up against. Din stops and points to a different tree just a few feet away, “hit the middle of that one.”

Usually, Din wouldn’t be so keen as to just hand anyone his weapons. But, you weren’t just anyone, were you? He sets the blaster in your hand, switching off the safety.

“Thank you,” you mutter, situating the blaster in your dominant hand, with the other coming up to steady it.

Raising your shoulders, you assume your stance and level the blaster for aiming. He watches from behind, arms folded and observant. So far he could say you’re doing everything you’re supposed to and is already impressed, not that that shows.

Taking a deep breath through your mouth and out your nose, your supporting hand drops and your finger twitches on the trigger. In a split second, the blaster fire perfectly hits the middle of the tree. Lowering the blaster, you let out a “Hah!” You puff your chest with pride, looking back at Din for his reaction.

If Din didn't think he was in trouble before, he definitely is now. He hadn’t realized just how attracted he would be to a trait like that in YOU, and suddenly the armor is too hot for him.

He almost can’t bring himself to say anything in response, it feels like his heart jumped into his throat. A self-satisfied look on your face as you set your other hand on your hip, “you seem…speechless? Hard to tell.”

You were right, and that was saying a lot for Din, considering he’s not much with words to begin with. He quietly clears his throat and reaches to take the blaster from your outstretched arm, “Count me impressed.”

You beamed, but this time it’s shy as you try to look away from him as he takes the blaster. He’d tell you that was cute if that wasn’t so out-of-character for him.

“What made you take this up?” Din asks as you return to your spot on the grass.

“Father said ‘pick a form of self defense’ and that was my choice,” you mimic your father’s voice and shrug. “I just happened to hit it off with blasters, and now I prefer them.”

“But have you ever actually had to use one?”

“No. I guess, fortunately?”

A silence falls, you fidget with your hands as he settles next to you, once again.

“I know that part isn’t impressive,” you add, dejectedly.

“It’s not bad. I’m glad you haven’t had to yet,” Din then turns his head towards you. “Any more surprises?”

Your lips curl at the edges, biting your lip and stifling a giggle, “for now.” You wink at him and turn to dig through the basket you brought with, setting out various fruits.

Din’s eyes focus on the food but says nothing.

“Don’t worry,” you assure him, while taking a bite out of one you’d chosen. “It’s just in case you want it. I felt rude not at least trying, I can give you privacy if needed.”

Din mulls the thought in his head for minutes, considering the setting. He feels a twinge in his stomach, anxiety coming up as he shoves it back down. He’s grateful for how understanding you are when it comes to his boundaries. He hasn’t been given a lot of that when it comes to his helmet and his creed. The galaxy so far has insistently been against him when it comes to those.

“I appreciate it,” he says.

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You choose for today, and just today, you’ll pretend. Pretend your obligations don’t exist, that you’re not a princess. That you’re just you, someone capable of being so much more than what she’s just been slated in life. Capable of being more with Mando.

That’s when the realization finally sets in, just how deeply you’ve found yourself in love with him. You realize it’s only been several days since you’ve met him, you haven’t even seen his face! But that didn’t matter to you, you have never felt so drawn to and comfortable with someone before in your life.

You also can’t say you didn’t let it happen, and it’s tragic almost. It didn’t help that the two of you had almost immediately fell into a rhythm together. Two stars in sync with each other’s gravitational pull, becoming a careful dance.

You can’t be with him, and he can’t be with you. But that’s assuming he feels the same way, and that you’re not really sure of. It might be better to not know. You can’t abandon your life, and he shouldn’t have to worry about you.

It hurts immensely.

“Here, I’ll do this,” you say, shifting your body to sit back to back with him. “I can’t see you this way, and I won’t look.”

Mando says nothing at first, visor trained on the spread you’d set out. His lack of response causes you to feel insecure.

“I’m sorry, maybe that’s too much-“

“No. You’re fine. It works.”

You give him a small nod before turning back to face away from him. You focus your eyes on anything else; trees, hills, the sky. You hear a hiss escape from where you feel him shift to lift his helmet and your heart stops. How would it be to see that face? But you would never betray that trust he’s just displayed.

Mando doesn’t completely remove the helmet, just lifting it enough to take bites of the fruit you’ve laid out. Fair enough, though. Whatever works for him and makes him feel most comfortable is more important to you.

Moment’s of peaceful silence pass as you take in the sounds and scenery around you while partaking in some of the fruit you snagged. Beautiful, lush green forest and fields, a clear and beautiful sky, the silent chewing from your armored companion. You wish you could live in this moment forever.

Reality finds ways to drift back into your thoughts though, always somewhat present and hard to escape. You let out a quiet sigh, leaning your back against his. You feel him tense up, subtly. But before you can think twice about it, he relaxes back into it, giving you a small amount of physical contact. You’re relieved he allows you this.

‘I’m glad we did this,” you break the silence. “I needed a break, as brief as it may be.”

“Thank you for including me,” he says in his unfiltered voice, helmet still lifted. Your heart in your chest speeds up from hearing it. As much as you love his voice with the modulator, the actual, naked sound is music to your ears. His voice is still low but with a rich timbre.

Worrying your bottom lip, you lean your head back onto his shoulder. He allows for that as well, maybe indulging you. It’s comforting, but also sad.

“There’s a chance I could not become a senator, like my father.”

Mando stills, “Is that so?”

“Sort of,” you begin to explain. “We still have democratic elections. There’s a possibility of me not being elected.”

Mando gives a low hum, “What would you do then?”

A million ideas including him run through your mind at that question, but you don’t say. “Technically I’d still be serving in some capacity, it’s how our family has always worked.” Part of you had hoped he'd have something to offer, more to say to that.

It’s quiet again, this time more somber. You’d been thinking about this detail for a while, and it still felt like no way out, and you feel ashamed for even trying to look for one. Mando doesn’t respond yet, replacing his helmet to its normal position.

You sit up and turn back to him, looking into his visor. Helmet already trained on you.

“Thank you,” he all but whispers, barely picked up by the modulator. You give him a gentle smile in response, “Of course.”

After the afternoon had worn on some more, and some comfortable quiet moments had passed as the two of you relaxed together, you signaled it was time to go.

Your heart tightens in your chest at the thought of every minute passing, becoming less and less time with him. You’ve tried hard to not focus on that, nor show that emotion. You want to enjoy the time you have left.

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You and Din return to your suite at the palace, stopping just before the door. He assumes his regular place in front, waiting to watch you disappear inside for the time being.

But you don’t go inside, you stop just at the threshold. You stop in your tracks, seemingly contemplating something. You turn back to him, avoiding his gaze but also not as you start to run a hand through your hair.

“You can come in to wait for me…..if you want.”

It’s silent again, but tense. Din can feel his heart in his throat now, mouth dry as he tries to swallow it back down. His resolve crumbles enough for him to step forward, towards you. In his usual fashion, saying nothing, he strides past you into your living space. You step to the side to allow him in and he nods to you on the way.

Upon entering your temporary living space, he takes in the details of proof that you’ve been there. One side of the room is a luxurious, wide bed with accompanying side tables, a couch sits at the end of the bed. Across the room from there is a table with books, a rack of clothing, a vanity and dressing screen for your privacy.

“The couch is probably the most comfortable,” you mention as you saunter past him. “Make yourself at home.”

Din does so, looking out-of-place as he cautiously sits in the middle of the soft couch. Posture straight and gaited, he looks as stiff as he feels. He is painfully aware of the effect of the whole situation on the inside of his flight suit. It’s not that he’s uncomfortable, he just never expected to be in such a private setting with you.

It’s been too long since he’s felt this kind of need and genuine desire, and that also scares him. He feels like a doomed man, mentally cursing to himself that if only you had met under different circumstances.

You press a button on a panel on the wall near the dressing screen and all lighting in the room fades to a softer, yellow hue. You step behind the screen, bending to start removing your shoes.

Din has to suppress the almost audible gulping sound that leaves him when he realizes he can see your silhouette through the dressing screen. He doesn’t know if you know he can see you like this and is too stunned to even say.

“I’m happy we happen to be here right as this festival is happening,” you state. “I haven’t been to it since I was a teenager.”

He watches your shadow begin to undress, slowly peeling off your layers one by one until you’re in your underwear. Your hands move to undo the clasp on your chest band, causing an audible ‘snap’ noise. You move sideways, emphasizing a perfect outline of your front and back. He imagines your breasts must be as soft and enticing from their outline in the shadow.

He feels a twitch in his flight suit pants then immediately seeks to contain that by resting his ankle on his knee, bouncing it repetitively to keep himself ‘busy’. He almost jumps out of his skin as you walk to the edge of the screen, only to stop just before the end and reach your hand and naked arm to the rack where the garment bag you picked up yesterday hung, plucking it.

It’s certainly not out of place for him to have nothing to say, because at the moment he can’t even muster a word. He’s way too distracted now and hopes you’re not looking for a response.

You maneuver yourself into the dress, swaying your hips side to side to slide the fabric over your body. Din unconsciously flexes his hands, imagining how those hips would feel beneath them.

When you finish fitting the dress onto yourself, you emerge from behind the screen. When you notice him, your expression is curious and he fears he’s been caught until you ask, “are you ok?”

Din crosses his arms and stands abruptly, guarding the subtle expressions of his body language as much as he can. Give offers a curt, “Yes.” He immediately notices how flattering the dress is on you, laying perfectly with your back being the most exposed.

You narrow your eyes at him briefly and turn to seat yourself at your vanity. Din takes the opportunity to roam the small space, observing the table of books and reading material from the event that had been unceremoniously placed there.

You adjust yourself in the mirror of your vanity, fixing your hair. You look back at yourself with a determined look, twisting your arms to place your hair where you need it. Din watches your meticulous routine from behind, eyes flitting between your actions and yourself in the mirror. You can see him in the reflection as you work.

“It won't be too long, but it’s a process,” you murmur, moving to grab various pieces of makeup to apply.

Din can barely manage to offer any words as he imagines what it would be like to casually approach you, placing reverent kisses on the back of your neck and shoulders.

“Don’t worry about me,” he finally says.

You shoot him a questioning look where you see him in the reflection of the mirror, “are you sure you’re alright?”

Din forces himself to visibly relax, it’s uncanny how well you’ve been able to pick up on his mannerisms since you’ve met, “everything is good with me.” He feels like he sounds unconvincing and your lingering eyes in the mirror don’t help. You shrug and return to your tasks.

That companionable silence has returned as Din watches you apply your makeup, you mutter to yourself absentmindedly here and there as you move to each next piece. Some time passes before you set down your items and pat your lap, giving yourself a last look over in the mirror before standing.

The way you look takes his breath away. He was almost shocked when he first saw how casual you’d chosen to be today but loved it all the same. He loved seeing another side of you and right now is no exception either. He felt domestic just from being allowed to watch you put yourself together.

He wants to take you apart.

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“Well?” You query Mando as you turn side to side to get a good look over yourself in the mirror. “Do I look alright?”

He’s paused then steps closer behind you, looming over your shoulder at your reflection, you look at him. You feel your heart rate quicken under what feels like his eyes raking over you. It takes everything in you to resist the urge to turn into him and wrap your arms around his neck.

“Beautiful,” he offers the one-worded response, but that's all that needs to be said.

You turn to him, smiling, staving off a heat that threatens to take over your cheeks, “thank you.” He cocks his helm to the side in response.

You stride past him, noticing his helmet visibly follow. You sway your hips ever so slightly as his visor scans you up and down. Getting closer to your door, you look back and flash him a grin and gesture with a nod, “I saw that.”

“No you didn’t,” he throws back at you, sarcastically. You snicker in response, “Come on, shiny man.”

Mando stalks towards you and stifles a chuckle, “I get a nickname too?”

“I tried, not sure how I feel about that one.”

“Not as fun as mine, mesh’la.”

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The festival is bustling, vendors sell their wares and trinkets while others offer delicious and exotic street foods. There are large displays of flowers and accompanying decorations across the town and performers scattered entertaining the masses.

You point out these things to Mando as you stroll through, your hand back in its place in the crook of his elbow. He doesn’t have much to say but you know he’s invested in your excitement and what you say.

Here and there you'd explain the meaning behind certain displays and performances to educate him. You figure you can do the same for him as he’s done for you when he’d allowed you to poke at him about Mandalorian customs. You’d share similar traditions from your own planet and how they coincide with each other.

You tried your best to be in the present and stop worrying about tomorrow, when you’ll inevitably have to say goodbye to the Mandalorian. You’re going to miss the camaraderie the two of you had unknowingly built together in the short amount of days. You’ve never found someone so in sync with you.

Regardless if he has similar feelings, it’s heartbreaking all the same. It’s too scary at this point to ask. If you’ve learned anything about him this past week, it’s that his actions speak louder than his words. Although it seems he reserves many of those words and actions just for you. A self-indulgent thought you keep tucked in your heart.

Day slowly turns into night, the sun giving way to a beautiful, pink setting in the sky. You finish up a snack you’d bought earlier as you nod at Mando, “fireworks should be soon, we should find a good spot.”

“Fireworks, huh? They really go all-out here.”

“It’s Naboo,” you laugh. “What do you expect?”

“Do you have a spot for that too?”

You scoff in response, “of course I do.”

And that you did. It’s a bold move, but you offer him your hand, “follow me.” He takes your smaller hand in his gloved one, and it feels warm. Safe.

You lead him along, navigating through other festival-goers until you find yourself in front of part of the forest that lines the city. He doesn’t question it though, and you bring yourselves to a small path in. When you’ve arrived, you’re at a small clearing on the side of the larger lake the show will display over.

“I never doubted you,” he proclaims. You feel like you can ‘hear’ a smile in his tone. You turn your nose up with a ‘hmm!’. You hear a faint chuckle that barely escapes his helmet’s modulator.

The sun is finally set, giving way to a beautiful, clear night sky. You take in a deep breath of air and admire it, smiling to yourself. You look down and notice he’s still holding your hand. You don’t say anything or move it, for fear of ending the small contact. He doesn’t try to break it up either.

One by one, lights lift into the sky and explode. The fireworks are bright and loud and your spot is the perfect and more private place to view them. You instantly become entranced in them, their reflections flash in your eyes.

You suddenly feel a familiar shift in energy, one that you’ve been feeling all week. From the times you feel his eyes on you for long periods of time. Sometimes even when his helmet isn’t exactly pointed towards you. A feeling almost hard to explain, you just know. But you don’t turn to face him just yet, preening under what feels like his warm gaze, while you can. These last few moments are difficult to approach, no matter how hard you shove back the emotions.

What will it be like after tomorrow? Will you feel a hole in your chest? A part of your heart that knows and wishes to know him that will forever be empty? Will you always spend the rest of your life asking “what if”?

You finally turn to him and he does the same. But there are no words. You’re both silent, save for the sounds of fireworks in the background. You look into his visor and admire the reflection of the bright, colorful explosions that play out on his helmet. It’s beautiful.

A tension builds between you, again. But what could be said? It’s too painful to say out loud. You’ll have to speak through your actions, just as he does.

You slowly lift the hand you’re still holding, cautiously bringing it to place over your chest where your heart pounds. You fear it might be too much when his hand stills, but then relaxes in place underneath yours. You just want him to feel your heartbeat, and he acquiesces.

But he surprises you again, after a moment passes, holding his hand over your heart. He brings his other hand up to remove his glove, carefully plucking from his fore and middle finger, sliding it off then placing it in his pocket.

With his now bare hand, he gently tucks a loose strand of your hair behind your ear. Instead of bringing his hand back, he caresses the side of your face. You can feel him hesitate at first, hovering slightly above your cheek, seeking silent permission. You oblige by nuzzling into his palm, relishing the feeling of his bare skin on yours.

The setting is calm but the storm in your chest is otherwise and you wish you could remain like this. Tomorrow is coming too soon, it’s too much. But you know, and he knows.

When the show ends, the two of you remain that way for a short while after. You can’t bring yourself to end it any sooner but after some time, you decide to rip off the bandaid. When you slightly move from his hand, he returns it to himself but without putting the glove back on.

When you return to your room, after a solemn and quiet walk back, you swear you can still feel the warmth of his skin on yours. It’s all he can give right now and you’ll hold it dear to you.

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Settling down for the night, you walk around the room to fade the lights back to the yellow hue. You sit on the couch as you read the last of a book you’ve had your nose in for the last hour. You glance up, down, then quickly back up again when you notice the silhouetted shape of something from behind your dressing screen.

Hurriedly putting the book down, you set for the screen to investigate. Behind it is the pile of clothes and one of your suitcases that had made up the shape. You realize, to your mortification, that anything behind casts a shadow than can be seen.

That means. That earlier. That he could. He could see- Oh MAKER.

Mando'a Translated:

Mesh'la = Beautiful

Cyare = Sweetheart

@dindjarinsmut @impala1967666 @kittenlittle24 @angel-with-a-heart @leithatnight @i-usually-main-bards-tho @dins-riduur-anthe @fatima-marisa @lalalalemonade11 @n7cje

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ladyzirkonia · 1 year

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Okay so I need to hear all of your Mayday as a dad headcanons. I mean if you’re going to have ten kids with him.

YES! 😩🥺 We all know that all clones are kind of paternal (thanks to Jango and the Mandalorian genes I guess) but Mayday will always have a special place in my heart he would be such a good dad and a great support, that's why I can imagine having a bunch of kids with this man. 😌

Mayday Dad headcannons:

he's such a loving and devoted man, you can see how he cares about his man, his brothers, even Crosshair. Just imagine the amount of love he would feel towards his children

with the patience of a saint, this man would make an excellent mentor and teacher. Like Cody, he embodies genuine goodness and unwavering loyalty. The kids would learn essential virtues like courage, loyalty, and the significance of fighting for what is right from the best teacher they could ever have.

I can totally see (a bit like Hunter) that this man would have the urge to adopt every abandoned kid that's in need, giving them a better future

he adores venturing into nature with his children, exploring the wilderness together. It's a chance for him to teach them valuable survival skills and everything they need to know to thrive in the outdoors.

he's a gifted storyteller, and gathering around the campfire to listen to his captivating tales is an absolute blessing. Whether recounting his own adventures or spinning imaginative tales, it's always so much fun.

as the children are little, he relishes carrying them in his arms, taking joy in cradling them close. Even during his duties, he often keeps one of them nestled safely in a sling, their presence a comforting reminder amidst his work. Even during moments of rest, you'll find a child peacefully dozing on his chest, for he revels in the warmth of their presence and cherishes the intimate bond they share. Having them close is a source of immense happiness, as he finds solace and delight in the tender connection that binds them together.

the kids always find comfort in knowing that their dad stands unwaveringly by their side. He holds an unbreakable bond with them, so profound that he would bravely lay down his life without a second thought to shield them from harm's way. His devotion to their safety and well-being is an unyielding commitment, an unspoken promise that they are his priority above all else.

Bonus pregnancy headcannons:

this man would treasure your body and prioritize your comfort above all else. With just a single glance, he can understand your desires and will do whatever it takes to fulfill them, ensuring you have everything you need and want.

protective mode activated! Normally he is not overprotective and knows what you are capable of, but that could change with the pregnancy. He will make sure you get the best care and nothing would happen to you, while he takes away from you everything he considers too strenuous and dangerous. He ignores your words that you are pregnant and not sick.

Nesting Instinct: As the pregnancy progresses, Mayday becomes increasingly involved in preparing a safe and comfortable space for the baby. He takes on various DIY projects to create a nursery within your home, wanting everything to be perfect for the little one's arrival

Ok I think I could go on and on with this so I'll stop now. 😂

In conclusion:

Resident Mayday expert

#commander mayday headcannons #mayday dad headcannons #mayday pregnancy headcannons #the bad batch headcannons #clone expert #commander mayday and our ten kids in the woods

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hunnythebee · 2 years

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Stow Away

Chapter 7: Sleep Talking

Jo is struggling with the fact that Mando is beginning to open up and get closer to her. Conflicted about opening up herself Mando leaves for an overnight excursion, leaving Grogu in her capable hands. After a long day, Jo falls into a deep sleep. Little does she know, she talks in her sleep.

Tags: Mando x oc, Mando x ofc, sleepy sex, light dom/sub vibes, aftercare

Warnings: Canon Violence, flirting, threats, nightmares, crying, questionable consent at first but quickly becomes consent (consent is sexy), somnophilia, cock warming, PIV, gentle choking, possessive, creampie

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Writing this chapter has been a wild ride. I rewrote it entirely, twice. Edited more times than I can count, but I think I am finally satisfied. Also another update on AO3, I think I have finally decided to start cross-posting my work. I just have to figure out how. Its gonna be great. Can't wait to see y'all next week!

Enjoy!

Everything changed after that night on Lothal. Mando became more relaxed around her. He would roam the ship while in deep space wearing nothing but his flight suit, slightly undone, and his helmet. When they would eat, if he was seated before her, he would begin lifting his helmet before she could turn away. Jo could have sworn she had caught a glimpse of his scruffy jaw once, but she would never admit it. He had explained the extent of his Creed to her, and she respected it. Just because she respected it didn't mean she had to like it.

Mando also began to engage with Jo more. He would start conversations with her, asking her questions about her life. He also grew into the habit of touching her more. A hand on her thigh whenever they were seated next to each other, a gentle hand on her cheek, brushing her hair behind her ear. What really shocked her though, was this morning’s interaction.

“Where did you grow up?” he asked after lowering his helmet back down from eating his breakfast. Jo took a beat before responding. She hadn't told anyone about her childhood, and she still wasn't ready to. Not yet. She opted for the safest route.

“I was born on Naboo.”

“Hmm…" his gaze was fixed on her, making her feel as though she was about to be interrogated, or that he might pry further, instead he gave a simple nod at her answer, "makes sense.”

“What does?”

“Nabooian women are always beautiful.”

She froze mid-bite, the anxiety of confrontation melted away, and she smiled.

Is he flirting with me?

She abandoned the bite and cleared her throat. “What about you? Where were you born?”

“Aq Vetina.”

“Not Mandalore?”

“No, I was a foundling, taken in by a Mandalorian warrior during the Clone Wars.”

“I had no idea.”

“It’s okay. I don’t talk about it with people, but you’re special.”

Jo’s cheeks turned pink at his words and a small well of guilt opened in the pit of her stomach. He was willing to be transparent with her, yet she couldn't do the same for him. A silence fell between them and he stood up to collect the plates as usual, this time she stood as well instead of handing him her plate. They both entered the galley, and dispensed with the plates. He moved to pass behind her, or at least that's what Jo thought he was going to do. Instead he placed his hands on her hips and pressed against her ass.

"Don't think for a moment that what we did was a one time thing, sweet girl." His voice was deliciously low and close to her ear. "Soon."

Jo’s heart nearly stopped. She leaned hard against the counter in front of her which caused the Mandalorian pause.

“You good?” he teased, pulling her tighter against him.

A meek, “Mhmm,” was all she could muster.

He lingered a moment longer, she couldn’t see it but knew he was smirking. He knew exactly what he was doing. He had desperately wished he could have fucked her again after that night on Lothal, but there had been no opportunities. The bounties had been particularly difficult and their break on Takodana had put him behind.

He finally moved on to preparing to leave for the hunt and she followed after collecting herself. He strapped his rifle to his back and turned to face her before leaving. She expected some kind of instructions to be given. Something along the lines of ‘stay on the ship’ or ‘don’t be seen’ but instead he reached out and pulled her against him.

His arms wrapped tight around her waist. It took her a moment to realize what was happening, but her arms were already instinctually around his shoulders. He squeezed her tight to his chest, and she hugged his shoulders tighter. They stayed like this for a moment, her head resting on his shoulder. Breathing in his aroma, and letting the memory of him imprint on her. He pulled back slightly, his gaze fixed on her through the visor. She stared back at him, searching for eyes she knew she would never see. He finally broke the silence.

"Close your eyes."

"What?"

"Close them. I won't say it again."

She did as she was told and closed them. The familiar hiss of his helmet depressurizing filled her senses as she realized what was happening. He cradled her face in his hands and pulled her in for a kiss. He hadn't kissed her since that night. He hadn't done anything like this since that night. She happily sank into the kiss and out of her mind. This kiss was different than last time, sweet and soft, not as desperate as before. They finally parted and he put the helmet back on. She opened her eyes and looked at the Mandalorian.

“I’ll be gone overnight,” he spoke softly. “Feel free to explore the village, just keep yourself hidden.” A hand brushed a stray hair behind her ear. “Especially your hair.” He walked off the ship and stopped at the end of the ramp to turn back, “Also, you’re welcome to my bunk tonight.”

“Be safe!” She shouted after him and he nodded in response.

Jo spent another hour on the ship, straightening up and dancing to music. Once Grogu finally woke, she fed him quickly and then placed him in a satchel on her hip. On the opposite hip she attached a hip holster for a vibro-knife and picked one from Mando's arsenal to take with her. Jo had no intention of using the knife, but it made her feel safe to have it anyways. She wrapped her head with a scarf, covering her hair and the lower part of her face. Finally she grabbed a cloak she had brought with her when she left Tatooine. Jo pulled the hood up and disembarked the Crest. Whilst exploring the village she came upon a marketplace. An alleyway filled with adobe alcoves and stalls adorned with colorful awnings and woven fabrics. Vendors called out from their stalls, advertising their wares in basic. One stall in particular caught her attention.

A twi'lek woman greeted Jo, "Bright Suns traveller, I see you are wearing a headscarf. I have many beautiful scarves, ones that would compliment your beautiful eyes. Come, come see." The shopkeep gestured to several tables where scarves of a variety of textiles and patterns were neatly on display. Jo selected a few headscarves and hoods, and decided to purchase them, given that having to cover herself was becoming more common. She thanked the woman and went about her shopping.

After exploring for a few hours, she decided it was time for a break. She found a quiet spot near a large pool of water and allowed Grogu out of his carrier. He sat in her lap while she fed him some kettle-popped grains that she had purchased. While he was happily munching away, a old quarren man approached Jo.

"Ex-excuse me. I hate to be a bother, but how much?" The man inquired.

Her eyebrows scrunched together as she glared. "How much... For what?"

He laughed as if she was the one asking an absurd question. "How much for your rare critter? I've never seen a creature like it! I must have it for my collection. I am willing to pay handsomely, name your price."

She stood up, placing the child into the satchel and shifting him so that he was resting behind her. "He is not for sale. He is a child, and he is under my protection."

He cocked his head to the side and scoffed, "My dear, everything in this galaxy has a price." He reached a hand out to touch her, and she caught him by the wrist with one hand and unsheathed her vibro-knife with the other. Jo held the knife to his throat, beneath the tentacles protruding from his jaw.

"Fine. Name your price." She shook with anger as she echoed his request back to him. "How much are you willing to pay for your own life, old man?"

The quarren's chest rose and fell with rapid, anxious breaths. "Apologies. I will leave you in peace with your... Son. No need for threats." He held his hands up in surrender, and she relinquished her hold on him.

She kept her knife firmly in her grasp as she watched him back away. It wasn't until the man had disappeared from sight that she finally re-sheathed her vibro-knife and checked on Grogu. His ears perked up when they made eye contact.

"Everything is okay little guy. I won't let anything happen to you." She patted him on the head and he cooed happily. "How about we finish the shopping and head home?" She froze at her own words. Jo hadn't given it much thought but, she was starting to feel more at home on the Crest than she had anywhere else since... She shook the thought from her mind and returned to the present, focusing on the young one on her hip. He was still happily cooing, waiting for her to begin the trek through the marketplace once more.

Mando had left her a substantial number of credits to be able to purchase necessities, which she took full advantage of. She returned to the ship at sunset, hands full of bags of bursting with food. It was nearly dark when she finally made it aboard. She placed the food down on the floor and closed the ramp behind her. Grogu was set down onto the floor and proceeded to waddle around the hull, searching for something shiny to play with most likely. She left him to his own devices and began to put away the food she had acquired. Since she had joined the Mandalorian's 'crew', the pantry had gone from sparse to bursting. Cooking was one of her favorite pastimes, and it was much easier to do when there was variety. Once that was done she prepared dinner for herself and Grogu, something small since it was just the two of them. They ate and he fell asleep, leaving her to her own devices. She stared at the closed door of Mando’s bunk, debating whether she was going to take the offer to sleep in there. She hadn't been inside since Lothal.

Jo decided that a shower, regardless of where she would sleep tonight, was in order. As she washed herself, she found the bruises he had kissed into her skin several nights ago. They were mostly faded, but the memory still lingered. She traced over every single mark, reveling in the fact that there was evidence that he had been there. Jo realized she had been in the refresher for so long that her fingers were pruning. She turned off the water and dressed in a silk night dress that Peli had given her that she had 'lyin around'. It was one of the nicest things Jo had ever been given, so she didn't ask any further questions about the origins. She exited the fresher and took a deep breath to gather her nerves.

Fuck it.

She brought the egg-shaped crib with her into Mando’s bunk and the door hissed shut behind her. She crawled into his cot, which was definitely more comfortable than hers. His scent was everywhere, but hung especially heavy on the bunk. Jo let herself imagine he was lying beside her. She drifted to sleep to the thought of his arm draped over her waist and his body pressed up behind her.

She dreamt of him, of Mando. His face was always hazy in her dreams, the only visible feature was his scruffy jaw. He’s holding her on Naboo, and professing his undying love and loyalty to her. She stood on her toes to press a kiss to his lips, and he lifts her completely off the ground. The pair of them fall backwards into the meadow and the dream morphs into something much steamier than it had started as. Clothes were being thrown off each other. Burning hot kisses being pressed against one another. Their moans of pleasure echoing through the field as they gave into it completely.

Jo was moaning in her sleep. A wetness pooling between her thighs. She was grinding her hips against nothing, desperate for a sense of real friction in her dream world. Unbeknownst to her, the Mandalorian was bearing witness to all of it.

It was dark and he was back earlier than he had anticipated, but he could make out her body in his bed perfectly. She was wearing something he had never seen on her before and he liked what he saw. He wasn't sure what he should do in a situation like this. In truth, he was planning to just sleep in her cot for the night, let her rest peacefully. Then she began speaking in her sleep and all rational thought left his mind.

"Mando..." She moaned loudly, "Need you...Don't stop." Jo continued to whimper and moan while he carefully removed Grogu from the room and quietly stripped down. He climbed into the small bed with her, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her backside against him. She grinded her hips against his aching erection, lighting a fire in his veins. He grinded against her in return, letting out a ragged breath at the friction. He pressed soft kisses to her neck as he reached a hand between her legs. As his fingers made contact she let out a shaky breath.

"Fuck, what I would give to know what you're dreaming about that would make you this wet." He gently pulled the hem of her dress up over her ass, and dragged his tip through her wetness. Another loud moan left her lips as he sank his hard cock deep inside her. She was soaking wet and so warm. He let his cock just rest inside her for a long moment. The feeling of her pussy clenching and pulsating around him was something he wanted to fully enjoy.

"Please," came her voice in the dark, different than when she had spoken in her sleep before. This time it was a pleading whisper, heavy with lust and sleep. She grinded back against him, an intention there that hadn't been there before. She was awake. She was grinding and begging, desperate for him to move. The fact that she was this needy for him made his head buzz. Experimentally, he brought a hand up and grasped her throat with a gentle pressure. She bit her lip and moaned loudly at the new sensation.

"Keep begging for it, sweet girl. Convince me you deserve it." He growled into her ear.

"Please fuck me. Need your cock so bad. Want you to take me. Only you." She whimpered, pressing against him as much as possible. Her last two words nearly took the wind out of him.

Only you.

He began to pump into her with a slow, aggressive pace, burying himself completely in her with each stroke. He pressed his mouth to her neck and moaned.

"All. Fucking. Mine." Punctuated with each rough stroke. Her moans were unbridled, her mind still in the fog of sleep. She gave her body to him completely. She wanted him to make her his. She craved this.

"All yours. Fuck! Don't stop."

"That's it, come for me. Come on my cock mesh'la." He continued fucking into her, his pace never faltering as she fell apart for him. Her orgasm ripped through her, a blinding heat crashing over her, but he didn't stop. Instead he began fucking into her faster, he groaned against the skin of her neck.

"Where... Where should I..." He couldn't manage a full sentence, his ecstasy clouding his mind. Jo reached behind her and grasped his hair tightly.

"Inside. Want you to fill me up."

"F-fuck. Are you-"

"I'm safe, come inside me. Please." Mando sank his teeth into her shoulder as he came. His release coated her walls and dripped out around his cock. He was huffing and panting. He pulled out of her and she felt it slowly drip out of her. Jo hummed happily as she sank back into the pillow, her body relaxing completely. As she started to drift to sleep once more she felt a shift behind her which pulled her back from the edge.

"Stay," she whimpered, grasping for him in the dark. He grabbed her hand a placed a kiss to her palm.

"I will, but first I need to clean up the mess I have made." He laughed lightly.

"Fine. As long as you promise you'll be back."

"I will always come back." He disappeared for a few moments, and when he returned he had a towel with warm water. She was almost completely asleep at this point, so he wiped her thighs clean for her. He readjusted her dress and threw on a pair of boxers. Mando climbed back into the bed and held her tight as he followed her into sleep.

She was dreaming the same dream again. They're on Naboo and he's confessing his love. She stood on her toes to press a kiss to his lips like before. This time the dream turned, she pulled back and her gaze was met with red eyes. He gripped her tight, bruising her skin with the force. She screamed trying to pull away, it’s no use though. She was too weak in his grasp, unable to run away. The world fell away from beneath her and she awoke in the familiar bunk. She bolted up, startling Mando awake.

"What's wrong?" He asked, his voice a mix of sleep and panic. She was choking on sobs and shaking uncontrollably. Hearing this woke him up entirely. He pulled her into his arms and gently stroked her hair. "Shh… it's okay sweet girl… you're safe. It was just a dream."

She buried her face, her voice muffled by his shoulder, "But it wasn't… it was him…" He cradled her against his chest. He still wasn't sure what memories plagued her, but it didn't matter. She was obviously upset.

"I'm here now. I've got you. I won't let anything happen to you." He promised softly.

Jo was too delirious to process his words, but her body responded. She relaxed into him and her breathing slowed. They remained like that, her in his arms with Mando stroking her back. Once her breathing became slow and rhythmic again, he relaxed. He cradled her face with his hand as he pressed a soft kiss to her forehead.

"Ni Kelir cabour gar mesh'la." He whispered softly.

I will protect you beautiful.

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margindoodles2407 · 5 months

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Ahahaaaa Marginnnn!!!

I read your high fantasy Star Wars fic and it’s so goooodddd!! Like the flowery writing (the good kind of flowery) is so pretty and elegant and I feel like there’s a word for it I’m missing but anyways YES

it’s the kind of stuff I’d read when i feel sad or smth bc it’s so comforting and pretty

but anyways XD

I’m curious where you’re planning to take it in the future? Perchance? Also I really wanna draw one of your characters for it but I can’t decide so which one would you want me to draw?

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

EVIE THIS IS ACTUALLY MAKING MY DAY. THANK YOU SO MUCH YOUR COMPLIMENTS ARE MAKING ME CRY (IN A GOOD WAY OFC)

Okay okay SO. I am currently planning on finishing the Heroforge Series (and, MIRACULOUSLY, I'm like 80% done with it! Joy!), drawing- a LOT- and writing this fic, which will adapt the Prequels, The Clone Wars, Rebels, and the Original Trilogy. I might do a few spin-offs of the other series (such as TBB, when I actually start watching it, and maybe The Mandalorian/The Book of Boba Fett/Ahsoka) as well. And also, in addition to this fic, I will be writing three other fics that will be more like reference books or bestiaries and will go with it to form an anthology: one will be about the peoples of the Galactic Archipelago, another will be its geography, and the last one will be kind of a lives-of-the-saints-esque book of character biographies. And then I'll just, y'know, mess around and have fun and do random things. I might do a thing where I let people send in-universe asks for the characters, because I always thought those were fun :)

OKAY for characters to draw- well, I am always down for My Boys The Clones (TM) and also Ahsoka, because she holds a special place in my heart as she was the first character I designed for the AU. But also the Clones have really complicated armor designs so if you're a little intimidated by that I totally get it :) (oh speaking of that. i might put out a helmet reference for each one because you can only do so much on heroforge to replicate their helmet designs. anyway long story short if you do end up drawing them and want to draw them helmeted the gist of it is that they all keep their canon helmet designs just fanagled to fit a crusader's greathelm)

You're the best, Evie. You're the greatest :D

#i have achieved the highest honor of a fandom nerd. my friend wants to draw fanart of my fanfic *weeps tears of actual genuine joy*#hfsw #you ask margin babbles

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Danktober 2022 Day 14: Role Reversal, Empty, & National I Love You Day.

Civilian!Din Djarin x Mandalorian!F!Reader

Summary: Most of the time, it wasn't your job to do anything but track, hunt, and retrieve, and most importantly, not ask questions. This is the Way, after all. Or at least… It had been.

Word Count: 6594

Warnings: Mild descriptions of injury, blood, and wound care. Topics involving child abduction and cultish brainwashing, grief, and a moment of mild peril.

A/N: Thank you so much to @ezrasbirdie and @pedrosedibles for both having the same icon and being iconic at the same time - you banished my nerves about this work in two fell swoops. I'm so happy you like it!! A very special I Love You Day to you <3 Header and dividers by me. Title comes from the book of poetry "Love and Space Dust" by David Jones: It is not darkness in my heart, just emptiness waiting for the sun. Of all the lies I have ever lived, my favourite was you and I.

Note on canon divergence: Beside the obvious, this AU puts Reader in Din's position for the events of Mandalorian S1 and BOBF S1E05, meaning the excommunication/redemption gauntlet has been thrown down. (She's not sure if she wants to kick it away or not.)

Please let me know what you think, this was super fun to write, and I love how it turned out.

[full danktober list here]

The galaxy was not a friendly place. You’d been doing bounty hunting work for long enough that this fact no longer surprised you. You’d been betrayed too many times to count, been undercut and attacked, even by those in your own tribe. Power was addictive to get, and in the covert, you either had it or someone else did, which was a fact that changed quickly by silent kills and fragile alliances. You understood that no one felt any sense of loyalty toward anybody else, owed nothing to nobody until the moment they had a problem only you could solve. Everyone worked for someone, and you had several someones you had answered to over the course of your life. Most of the time, it wasn't your job to do anything but track, hunt, and retrieve, and most importantly, not ask questions.

This is the Way, after all.

Or at least… It had been.

Before.

The complicated surge of emotion from that line of thinking served as an annoying balm to the steadily-bleeding wound on your arm. Each drip, drip, drip of blood that trickled into your gloves had been ticklish, but in the way that meant don't laugh.

You set your jaw and focused on your destination: anywhere but this Maker-forsaken skughole. On top of the chilly (and bloody) reception you'd gotten when entering the village, it looked just a bit too much like memories tinged in more pain than you liked to put yourself in at any given time. Whitewashed stone walls, gray-brown gravelly dirt, banners fluttering in the wind beneath a perennial overcast sky. It contrasted greatly with the colorful robes of the settlement - most wore a deep scarlet red set of robes in varying styles, though all bore hoods and intricate leather chest-plates, denoting either status or clan or loyalty, not so dissimilar to the markings painted atop beskar, a mark of originality in a sea of faceless similarity.

Maybe that was why you kept your armor unpainted. You liked gray, muted tones, always had.

When the Mandalorians had taken you in as a child, you’d been afraid and wide-eyed, and later in the stifling confines of your helmet they’d thrust upon you, you remembered the unhinged fear of the flashing colors and display imagery that flitted across the face-shield. The days in the covert hideout had been dark, underground as they'd been, and when this sudden burst of light bled into your eyes, it frightened you. It wasn't until you found the monochromatype-setting that you found any scrap of peace.

Though, in the times you let yourself get inebriated enough to reminisce, you would muse that perhaps all chances of any peace you were fated to know had died in the fiery remains of your village, still and lifeless before the dust had even settled. All that remained from that day and all the days before it was the memories of screams and wretched anguish as you were lifted to safety in the arms of a Mandalorian warrior.

You didn’t think of any place as yours anymore. It was less painful that way, less crushingly lonely to find comfort among discomfort. It’s why the Razor Crest had little to no amenities, it’s why you took far-away jobs and never involved yourself in anything - people, places, or belongings - that could be hard to lose one day.

(In all your life, this had been true, with one notable exception you had to keep limping back to.)

But you'd been used to crossing long distances, motivated by the goal. In the past, it had been money, some method of funding the covert and wretched orphan foundlings like you'd been. It was a simple equation: the longer the distance from the hub, the higher the pay. Sometimes, the risk had become the reward, but that kind of careless thinking was what landed you in this situation.

Alone.

Injured.

Betrayed once more.

You didn’t have time for friends. The galaxy didn’t have time to offer them to you.

What the galaxy did offer you in spades, however, were mysteries.

Which was why the man in red was chasing after you currently.

“Where are you going? You’re hurt!” his voice didn't boom like you thought it would, for a man of his larger stature. He'd been following you since the incident at the square.

“Do you always state the obvious?” you gritted out, trying to limp away to somewhere with sufficient cover. Though the weather was perpetually overcast here, this settlement in particular sat on the equator of the planet, which meant you'd been basically sweating your beskar since the moment the ramp had dropped.

“My house isn’t too far, I can patch you up, and—” You cut him off with an annoyed groan, frustration coating your teeth in venom as you shot him a mouthless snarl.

“I can take care of myself. I don’t need your help. Besides, didn't you all just run me out of town?” The man, taller and broader than you, even in your boots and armor, wisely didn’t reach out to try and stop you on your hell-bent path. He simply kept in step with you while he spoke, his longer strides making his red robes and hood flutter in his wake. It wasn't too difficult to do, as you were at less than half your regular pace from the wounds on your leg and arm.

“If that gets infected, you will need somebody's help.” Sure, the gashes smarted like hell, but they were nothing you hadn't endured before. “There are no clinics in this quadrant, either. Public or private.”

“Not going to a clinic."

"But you're—"

You whirled on him, unsheathing your vibroblade from your calf and pointing the end quite menacingly at him. He froze in shock, big eyes looking back at you with apprehension. His hands went up in defense, but didn't strike you. His mouth was quiet, though still open. You spoke before you could lose your advantage.

"I said, I can take care of myself.”

You lost whatever strength had been keeping you from swooning in pain, and your vision went double, triple, as you listed to the side. You grunted at the impact of your body against a wall.

The man was still talking, for the love of—

"You're three minutes from passing out on the ground. Do you even know where you're going, Mando?"

You whirled back around to your intended path, vision going alarmingly gray for just a moment. Several unsteady steps placed themselves between you and your mouthy entourage, but you could feel your heart pounding in your ears just from that small exertion. The man made a bewildered noise, like he hadn’t expected you to physically acknowledge his incessant nagging with that stubborn display. As he crunched along on the beige gravel to your side once more, he suddenly found the will to… be silent.

It was suspicious. “What do you want.”

He seemed shocked that you would address him directly. When you looked, you saw wide brown eyes blinking behind long lashes. His lips formed a surprised ‘o’ and a pink tongue poked out to lick at the lower one. His mustache and patchy beard gave him a very civilian kind of look. It was easy to appreciate that he was handsome, easy to just admire him from the privacy of your helmet.

Shit, the chromatype must've been on the fritz. There's no way someone looked that appealing to you, least of all, a civilian. You waited for his answer and leaned back on the alley wall, standing as still as you could despite your mounting impatience.

It was in these moments that you were relieved by the fact that most people seemed to make up the emotion you were feeling behind the helmet. The fearful would imagine your fury, the smug would imagine you frightful, the fetishizers would imagine you lustful and wanting. It had upset you at the beginning of your career, but you found it was easier to let the ignorant hold conversations with themselves than engage with them. You remembered Ran's words from a few weeks back, is that gratitude I see, Mando?

Bastard.

Regardless, you could have been glaring at him, not wincing in pain and openly ogling him in your blood-lost state. You could have been ignoring him and just catching your breath. You watched him try to decide what you were feeling just then, the expressions flitting openly over his features. His deep brown eyes darted across your body, his lips tightening at the sight of the growing pool of blood beneath your left foot. He reached a hand up to scratch at his head, making the red hood fall to his shoulders. You glimpsed a tattoo in the web between his hand and his thumb, some kind of symbol you’d seen in the village earlier.

Symbol.

You looked closer at his chest.

“You're not even a healer, are you?”

He went red as his robes.

“No...”

“That’s the symbol over the civic building, there's one like it on the chest of each of the councilmen that tossed me out into that mob. What were you going to do, put my wounds through a tribunal?” you scoffed. He fixed you with a flat look, his lips pressing into an unimpressed pout. For a politician, he sure liked to wear his heart on his face. You at least had the sanctuary of your helmet to hide your nasty looks behind.

He sighed finally and looked away. “You ever say you're going to get a tattoo and everyone tells you 'watch out, it'll be there forever!' and you don't listen?”

"No."

"W—what?" he tilted his head to the side. "Oh, because of the. Okay, well I'm just saying I'm not a politician anymore. I uh, I think I was kicked off the council." He looked back at the village square, the one you'd both escaped from. "I think."

"Did you follow them around and ask stupid questions all the time, or am I just special today?" You tried to take another step in the general direction of your ship, but the edge of your flightsuit chafed suddenly against the still-bleeding gash in your thigh. You hissed and steadied yourself on a tree that sprouted blood-red leaves. From this point to your ship, there was hardly any cover, and nothing you could lean on to aid your journey back to—

"I expected you'd be stubborn, but this is ridiculous," he sighed, coming closer and helping you upright without hesitation. You would have screamed at him to back off, would have pulled a blaster or something, but even you could tell you were two feet from unconsciousness, and you could just manage one word for him in response.

“Rude.”

“Yes, you are, Mandalorian.” He half-carried your flagging body in the general direction you pointed to. He could have just been leading you somewhere no one could find your body, or your armor, but you were too deliriously in pain to care. “Dank ferrik, you’re heavy.”

“Not supposed to say that to a lady,” you slurred, head lolling to his shoulder as he propped you up against him.

“Act like a lady and I’ll show you how I treat one,” he quipped back.

Oh boy.

You didn't know how long you walked for, but after drifting in and out of awareness, your ship was now in sight, semi-cloaked but visible with your helmet sensors. She was a bit of a dump, but she was your dump, and just about the only thing you thought sacred in this galaxy. You entertained no insults to her capabilities, but you also weren't under the impression that she was worth much more than you bought her for over a decade ago. You smacked the button on your vambrace for the ramp to lower, and sucked in a breath when you realized you'd led a perfect stranger…

To the kid.

Hopefully he was asleep, but he never seemed to be when you wanted him to be.

Hopefully, this fucking guy would scram. Hopefully he didn't catch on to your sudden panic upon arrival. Thankfully, he only seemed concerned with your pain, and wanted to help relieve it. You hated that you felt weak enough to accept his help, that the kid upstairs would most likely feel it through his powers, and try to join the effort.

Please, kid, just stay up there, you prayed.

He was your ward, your charge. The Armorer had named you his parent, his mother, until you could find his people. As time went on, though, you feared you wouldn't be able to let him go when that eventuality arrived. When you'd caught up with her and that Viszla asshole on some ring-planet in the mid-Rim, she'd taken your attachment as compromised loyalty, and summarily excommunicated you from the ranks.

The fact that both you and the kid had escaped with your lives was nothing short of a miracle.

Now, if you could escape from this situation…

"Got it from here. Thanks, weirdo." You attempted to stumble up the ramp on your own, but ended up crawling on hands and knees, the man following in concern.

"I don't think you've got it."

"What do you know?" you snapped, not interested in being coddled and injured.

"I'm trying to help you, you infuriating woman!" he said, tossing his hands up. You tried moving toward the bulkhead, maybe to pull your way to your feet via the cargo net, but something twinged in your back and you groaned. The idiot was at your side in a second. "What, what is it?"

"Nothing!" you barked.

“Just...” he took a breath, mouth drawn thin. “Where does it hurt most?”

“My ears, if you keep fucking talking,” you sneered unhelpfully.

“Well, in that case, you might want to take off your helmet—"

“Touch the helmet and your head comes off next.”

“Alright, alright,” he says, hands going up once more in defense from your barbed threats. “Let's sit you down right here, I’m going to look at your leg, alright? Look, nowhere near your head.”

He found a clearly-labeled medkit on the wall near the 'fresher, coming back and taking a knee beside you. His proximity to your wounds made you nervous.

“Don’t try anything funny.” Your voice was much weaker than you wanted it to be.

“I’m not a funny guy, no worries there.” You faded in and out of attention as the pain ebbed and flowed through you, and he patched you up like he promised he could back at the edge of town. What a strange set of skills for a politician, you mused. The wound on your arm had gone pretty deep, and his stitches weren’t the neatest or most painless. He must have sensed this, because he started to talk to fill the tense silence between you, in addition to distracting you from the feeling. “My name is Din,” he said in a low murmur, still mostly concentrating on your arm.

“Your parents forget the rest of your name?”

“No,” he laughed. “Just Din. Din Djarin. What do I call you?”

“Mando.”

"Last name?"

"Lorian."

A laugh, dry but hearty. It made your stomach flip. You wanted to punch something. “Well. I should’ve seen that one coming.”

“You're very strange, Din Djarin.” You, at least, thought you were funny, but it could have been the blood loss. Din didn't laugh with you, but you were too exhausted to care.

Coupl'a jokes, we are.

There was another tense moment when he checked the scrape on your neck, but after that, he stepped back with a guarded expression. “Well, I think you’ll live.”

“Yipee.”

Din gave you another unimpressed look. “You’re welcome.”

“Whatever, Din Djarin. What do you want? Credits?” His look goes from unimpressed to irritated in less than a heartbeat.

“Why is it so hard for you to believe that someone actually just wants to help another person?” There were way too many answers for that question, so in lieu of providing one, you gave none at all. Din just sighed at your attitude. “If it’s gonna keep you up at night, Mando, then you can pay me back by flying me to the next quadrant.”

The weariness showed in the line of his shoulders. You peered at him curiously, and put a few pieces together. The neat first aid care, the biting sarcasm, the intelligence in his eyes. “You’re not actually a politician, are you?” You didn't doubt his outcast status, but the stoicism and false persona didn't suit him, not from what you knew about him.

He gave a withering stare to your query.

You continued digging your grave. "You're too nice."

He rolled his eyes, and popped the knuckles on his hands as he cast his look around, anywhere but you. He found the 'fresher and opened the panel, much too comfortable maneuvering around your ship, but you weren't exactly ready to stop him at the moment.

“It’s not exactly the job I’d envisioned for myself,” he said, running his hands through the sani-stream. “My cousin got me a job near the Council when I was sixteen. What I thought was some kind of… some kind of burgeoning trust in my abilities… ended up just being foolish hopes. He'd made me a pawn in his plans to grab more power, and I trusted him because he was head of the family, the only one I had left and… well, what am I saying. Not like you actually care, do you?”

You frowned from behind the helmet. Now that you were on the up and up, you truly absorbed just how rude you'd been to this man. He only wanted to help, that much was clear. In your line of work, that kind of attitude earned nothing but shallow graves. He'd been screwed over by people he trusted, a few times, you could guess. And yet, that didn't make him any less trusting of others, at least not enough to keep him from offering help when they needed it.

Same storm nebula, different starships.

"What's in the next quadrant?" you asked. "There a spaceport?"

"Yeah. Shouldn't stick around." He looked back at the settlement with remorse.

"That your cousin's doing too?" you asked, and he nodded.

"I said I was going to tell the rest of the council what he was doing, and he believed me enough to make me a pariah."

Your candor took the reins. "Your cousin sounds like a real kark-head."

Din laughed in surprise, eyebrows shooting up. Those deep brown eyes glittered in mirth, amusement at this shared joke. A miserable joke, but it was shared nonetheless. "Thought ladies weren't supposed to swear."

That's the second time he's called me that.

"Who told you I'm a lady?" you said with a roll of your eyes, getting back on your feet. He watched warily, and when you hit the button for the ramp, realized you were taking him along with you. "Hope you didn't need anything back in town."

"No, I sent it ahead on the train just in case. I have a friend out there watching it for me."

"Does your friend happen to know a good mechanic?"

"I'm sure she does."

"Great. I clocked the quadrant you're talking about when I broke atmo, I can find my way there without your help, so... You stay down here. Do not come up this ladder. You got it?"

"Got it."

The kid was up in his pram in the cockpit, the same place you'd left him just hours ago. He'd directed you to this planet with some kind of excitement, like there was something here he could feel he needed. You weren't foolish enough to think it could have possibly been another clue on your idle quest for the Jedi, but you'd never seen him react so excitedly about a star system you'd never been to before. You'd just hoped he hadn't been baiting you toward a mighty cache of frogs.

He'd been excited about frogs like that before.

You started up the launch sequence and turned your head to talk to him once you were up and away from the sandy surface of the planet. "Hey, kid, looks like we're gonna have to take a rain check on—"

You froze.

The pram was empty.

Just then, you heard Din make a surprised noise from the hold.

You scrambled down the ladder, most likely tearing a stitch or two in the process, from how your leg and shoulder screamed at you. You froze in horror at the sight of Din holding the kid in his arms, letting him babble away at him.

"Put him down. Put him down now," you said, trying and failing to keep the anxiety from your voice.

"Why? Wh—is this your child?"

"Yes!" your heart pounded, panic rising as you tried to gauge his intentions.

Din narrowed his eyes suspiciously at you, and you felt dread freeze your veins.

"Are you sure you didn't steal him?" he accused, pulling the kid behind him in a defensive stance. Your chest constricted with anxiety, keeping you rooted in place. The absurd accusation didn't even absorb, you were so worried.

This time, your hands went up in a defensive position, trying to de-escalate.

"Don't hurt him... Please, just put him down, I didn't steal him. I'm trying to take him home."

"Home to Mandalore?" he spat. The indignation in his tone matched the sharp darkness in his eyes, warm brown now an icy, abyssal black in the lower light of the hull.

You shook your head, growing confused. "No!" you had no idea where this ferocity was coming from. He'd been nothing but helpful and polite to you until now, a little goofy, even. Now, he was angry, and you couldn't get him to put the kid down.

"Then wherever your sect is now? Is that why you came back to our planet? Scouting the place for another raid?"

"I—what?!" you shook your head. "I have no idea what you're talking about! Raids?!"

"The raids! The ones the Mandalorians ordered on neutral systems to pressgang children into the ranks! I'm surprised you've forgotten so easily. I was almost ripped from my mother's arms when I was a child, from someone who looked just. Like. You."

You stood in shock, horror rising like bile in your throat. "Din…" you shook your head. "I… we didn't. I didn't do that. I'm. I was raised in the Corps, my planet—"

"My mother dedicated her life to protecting the children of the planet after almost losing me. I continued her legacy where I could. I know what I lived, Mandalorian. My mother knew what almost happened. It's insulting that you would deny it to my face." He looked disgusted with you, that expressive face morphing into an ugly look you didn't think possible on him. It twisted and soured something in your gut, something like guilt, but more of a dawning kind of guilt, some chthotic horror rising from the depths of the past to remind you just how wrong you'd been about yourself.

"When was this?" you tried again, your focus torn between Din and the kid. "I've been Mandalorian since I was a child. I promise you, I've never known anything of this. Can you just—?"

"It was during the Clone Wars, when your people hit our planet. According to my mother's research, every planet in this system was raided at one point. We never found out how many other systems were treated similarly. It's impossible to know just how many children were stolen, families decimated for the simple reason that they had an untapped recruitment pool playing in their homes."

He spoke with extreme certainty, almost zealous in his conviction. You understood why he would be considered for a career in politics. But it was what he said next that made your stomach drop out.

"As far as you know, if you were taken in as a child of tragedy, you could be the product of that violence too."

Your blood ran cold.

A small, distressed cry came from behind Din's shoulder, and you took a half-step forward. Din instinctively hid the kid away from you, but the cry grew louder until two tiny green hands reached over his shoulder for you, followed by two floppy ears and two big brown eyes filled with despair. Din looked between you and him for a few moments before conceding to your first request, setting the kid down on the floor.

The kid ran into your waiting arms, making soft noises of distress, tapping your armor and assuring himself that he was there, that you were there. "Hey, buddy, yeah, I've got you, it's okay, shh, shh…" you swayed with him in your arms, holding him in the curve of your armor where he tended to fall asleep fastest. There were moments where the kid seemed like he really was all fifty of his years, but there were others where you knew he was just a child. As his mother, indeed.

Din was still watching you warily, his posture tense and distrusting. "You're not what I expected," he said. His voice was guarded, which was to be expected.

You laughed mirthlessly. "What, did you expect me to break in doors and steal babies from cradles?" You looked down at the child in your arms, gazing up at you with adoration and trust. You shook your head, letting the kid wrap his tiny claws around your finger. "What would I do with a kid?" you asked softly, to nobody in particular.

You'd asked yourself that same question months ago, taking cover from a firefight in the streets of Nevarro. The kid, still slightly sedated and confused, had looked at you and answered the question for you by holding onto you even tighter, trusting you though the world fell down around you both.

"How did you know the Mandalorians in particular orchestrated the raid?" you asked, trying to distance yourself from the rising wave of dread within you. If you were taken in as a child of tragedy…

"They'd come to the village a week before the hit. A group of them, they patrolled the streets and schools and met with local government under the guise of offering protection. From what I know, they didn't ask any of the targets for anything in return. Turns out they weren't offering anything at all."

"They toured schools?" you asked, the point sticking in your head a little.

"They mostly just poked their heads into classrooms. The schools on this side of the planet are small, just a few rooms. Not like the academies in the capitol sector. Suppose that's why the more rural settlements were targeted. Most victims that had talked to my mother were laborers, well outside their village borders with no ability to see the attacks. By the time anybody noticed something happened, their children would be long gone."

Laborers. A smudge of blue dust on your a man's cheek, a wide smile, rough hands held out to receive—

"On the day of the attack," he continued, "I remember them dropping in from the sky. Their ship style is very distinct, or at least it was, back then. They came in with jet-packs and guns, conveniently showing up minutes after the droid army did. There was something wrong with their comms, they couldn't communicate secretly at all. They shouted get the kids, grab the kids as they ran around. They ripped them away, or tried to."

"What happened?" you sat down on the ground with the kid, letting him play with your gloves while you talked. You kept a hand on his belly, keeping him secure to you.

Din joined you, but kept his distance. "My mother happened." He looked proud of that. "Something had given her a bad feeling the day before. She'd gone to the nearest city center and drained our village's bank account just to buy weapons and speeders. She returned just as the Separatist ships arrived. She thought that was the feeling she'd gotten, but when the Mandalorians showed up soon after, she knew. She knew she had to protect the children. And she did."

"She forced a retreat from a whole response team of Mandalorians?" you said, impressed.

"Her and the other mothers of the village."

"She sounds like an incredible woman," you said politely.

"She was." He looked a little sad. "She petitioned the Republic to investigate, and when the liaison arrived and found evidence of the plans, he was bombed from orbit, and she was outcast from the village. I haven't seen her in over fifteen years."

He spoke like she'd died, looking wistfully beyond your shoulders, somewhere in the past that only he could see.

"You couldn't contact her?"

He shook his head, lips pursed.

"That's horrible." You shook your head. "Your village seems to really not like people living in it."

"Well," he shrugged. "Kinda went to shit after my father, who was mayor at the time, had to resign in disgrace, but before he left to find my mother, he legally granted me autonomy, and irrevocable veto power on the council. When my cousin offered me the job after they left, I was still just trying to cope with my parents fleeing like that. I didn't know why they left me behind. I made it my goal to try and get things to change, get the laws to change, so my parents could come home and we could be a family again. Why would my father give me that power if not to use for good? It was useless. I was useless. They-they believed in me, and…"

"And your own family kicked you out." You offered him an out from this upsetting line of thinking. "I'm really starting to not like this cousin of yours."

Another quirk of a smile, making his mustache twitch upward. "Yeah, he's a bit of a blowhard," Din shrugged. "We all deal with it in our own ways."

"It, being… family?"

"Suppose so."

The conversation lulled as the ship carried you both across the skies. In the silence, you found yourself in his position, thinking too hard on the what-could-have-beens and—

"Are you going to search for your parents when we get to the next sector?" you spoke before you could lose yourself to your inner monologue.

Din looked surprised that you were at all curious. Even if the question could have been interpreted as vague, passing interest, as a pleasantry.

Yeah, right, the last thing you'd give anyone is a damn pleasantry.

"Yeah. Looks like we're both searching for similar things, huh?"

"Looks like it."

You excused yourself to the 'fresher, where you removed your helmet to look at yourself in the mirror. You felt victim to the whipgraft delusion, seeing somebody else before you, like it was an interpretation of your face that had been warped by the years you spent ignoring it. You hardly recognized your features anymore, more familiar with the silver beskar and black transparisteel than your eyes, your nose, your mouth. You definitely didn't recognize the tears on your cheeks, the redness in your eyes, or why your hands shook so badly.

A memory popped up in your head, a little grainy like an old holofilm. You have your mother's eyes, you know. When you smile, you look just like her.

That could be true, but you know she has your laugh. I can't even tell who I'm entertaining somedays!

Rough hands. Blue dust on a cheek. Warmth.

A woman's voice. Hair escaping a braided style. Love.

Two hands on each of your shoulders, a palm-pressed pattern to your bones, to your soul. This means I love you. Sometimes we can't say it. When you feel this… we're here. And we love you.

You dropped your gaze to the floor as memories flooded in. You felt furious at your ignorance. You were also somewhat ill, nauseated by these revelations. Your parents… you knew them. You really knew them. And…

Here, take her, I'll hold them back—

They're not going to stop until—

I know. I heard the bulletin. Now go!

Daddy!

I love you, don't forget I love you…

Explosions. Darkness. Silence. Laughter, but this time cruel, through a vocabulator. One that sat in the same empty helmet staring up at you from your hands. You could not share your father's laugh through this machine. You could not share your mother's smile through this mask.

The Watch had made certain of that.

You could go check the public archives, the ones recovered by the New Republic after the fall of the Empire. The Crest could do it for you, if you shot a query up through your vambrace. The thought of needing this cursed and curdled technology, this armor and these trappings, to know what you already knew, lifted bile to your tongue. Had the answers been right there, all along? Not even dancing at the core of all secrets, instead just resting beneath the surface?

You could find other Mandalorians, you could…

You could ask all of them, but you decided to trust yourself on this one. How could you ever trust another of that group, that group who condoned the theft and entrapment of children?

You knew who you were. I know what I lived, just like Din had said. Would you forsake your Creed on the words of someone who only asked you to examine your life?

No.

It was a Creed.

It wasn't even the Creed.

And it certainly wasn't yours.

You would easily forsake a Creed built on lies and pain and unnecessary loss. You would turn your back on that in a heartbeat, no regrets and no guilt over what you were leaving behind right here and now.

With a deep breath, you reset the helmet, disabling the tracking beacon, and every grayed-out setting you'd told yourself had been a comfort in the past. You unclipped the armor from your body but did not donate its cheapened, bloody value to the airlock. It would be helpful, you knew, but right now you wanted nothing more than to hide it from sight. You stacked it in the storage unit installed in the 'fresher, beneath some spare linens and what looked like three crumpled silver sleeves that once held cookies.

That kid. You smiled to yourself, and then quickly up at the mirror.

How simple, a stretch of the lips and eyes that shone with joy.

You looked a little ridiculous, standing in nothing but your tac-pants and compression top. Your hair was falling out of the pins you used to secure it to your head, still sweaty from the Aq Vetina atmosphere. There was still some blood on your neck, evidence of the violent lashing you'd survived in the square earlier that day, one you'd taken in the name of a people who'd unjustly taken yours. Even in this momentary melancholy, you smiled. Then you laughed.

The ghosts of two hands came down upon your shoulders, squeezing sense-memory through time and space and heartache and hem-jawed forgettances that were once as familiar as breathing. I love you. I love you. I love you.

With your family beside you in spirit, you held your head high and re-entered the hull.

Din was playing with the kid on the floor, just rolling a ball back and forth, encouraging him and celebrating every successful catch. You took him in. He looked much younger than the helmet made him seem. You noted with a pang that his robes, his pink lips, his skin, they were all more vibrant than even the overactive chromatypes captured, and now, you could see how the robes brought out the soft russet color hidden in his hair alongside the beginnings of a rather striking set of grays. He had a light tan, and an attractive sort of radiance to his face. You supposed that even the forever-overcast skies of Aq Vetina couldn't dull the vitality that pulsed ever outward from his heart.

The kid looked even more adorable, soft white hairs you didn't know were there behind the viewfinder flowing haphazardly across his scalp. The green of his body was still strange, but the brown robe he wore seemed to suit him. He, too, was vibrant and beautiful. Everything was.

You stood in contrast to all this color in all black and gray and brown, the pieces not covered by armor purposefully hidden in shadow for years. Without that armoor, you felt a million other senses clamor for your attention at once. The ship seemed louder, the air a little more fresh than it typically was behind the recycler system in your helmet.

It was the kid who noticed you first. He looked at you, and on reflex, you almost slammed the control for the lights to hide, but you kept your hands at your side, looking back at him the way he deserved to see you. He always seemed to look you right in the eyes he'd look at you, but now, without the beskar helm, that connection felt a hundred times stronger. He made a happy noise, toddling over to you and drawing Din's attention.

You almost didn't catch all the things his face was doing. He went from shocked, to confused, to concerned, to alluring and flirty?, before settling on admiring. "Hi," he said, getting up to his feet and approaching tentatively. Without your gear, he now stood a good head and a half taller than you, and the kid now felt a lot bigger in your arms. But both were comfortable to you—no, comforting.

You nearly flinched backward when the kid's little claw touched your face, but relaxed when you recognized the touch, smiling your mother's smile down at him.

"Hey, buddy."

He made another happy noise, almost a shriek, when he recognized your voice. You laughed.

"Yeah, it's me. Look a little different, huh?"

Your eyes flicked over to Din. The concern was back on his face, thoughts racing through hyperspace through every possibility that led you here.. "You… I hope you didn't think I was asking you to…"

"Don't worry about it. It's needed to come off for some time now, if I'm being honest with myself." You nodded, before giving in and pressing your cheek to the top of the kid's head.

"Well," he gave you a smile you couldn't help returning. "It's nice to meet you. Again."

"I'd say," you scoffed.

"Oh, what is it now?" Din teased, putting his hands on his hips. It emphasized the breadth of his shoulders, sending a frisson of interest down your spine.

"I'm sure it is nicer to meet me right now than it was an hour ago."

He smirked, laughing a little before shrugging. "You said it, not me."

The cockpit beeped from up the ladder, indicating your approach toward the quadrant. You could have let the moment slide, just written it off as the thrill of one stranger bearing witness to your transformation, but your heart had other plans, plans you were inclined to follow.

"Mind if we tag along while you look for your parents?" you asked, bringing the kid up to your hip. He looked over at Din, who took another step closer to you, so close you could feel his warmth, could feel it melting away whatever had started to thaw the moment you'd opened that pram on Arvala-7.

"I'd like that."

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Universally meant. Earthly bound

This update took longer than expected, but for a good reason. I had a lot of work to do and then I managed to sneak away and see my family for a week and then back to crazy town with work.

Another thing that really threw me off was Matthew Perry`s death which I really struggled with.

I am terribly sorry for keeping you waiting for so long.

Here is the latest part of this story.

Part 7

*Olivia`s POV*

Pedro left to get ready at his place while I was debating what to wear. It took me 30 minutes and it usually doesn`t take that long, but this time it was different.

Sure Oscar and Elvira wont know that me and Pedro are dating, but I know that and I didn't want to look like a complete weirdo on our first outing as a couple. Ill scare him off further down the line with my weird fashion sense, but until then I want to look as put together as I can. It can`t get any worse than my house slippers.

I chose my favourite jeans, my Star Wars hoodie and a comfy pair of sneakers I actually forgot I had. Once I was all sorted the clock read 4 pm and my breath started catching in my throat. I was suddenly very self aware and feeling very uneasy and scared.

3 hours ago we were making out on my sofa and now I felt like I didn't deserve to even have him look my way. I felt like I wasn`t enough for him.

Get yourself together Olivia! He is your chance at happiness and you will not screw this up because you are overthinking something as beautiful as love. Wait, did I say love?

*Pedro`s POV*

The shower felt refreshing and my smile wouldn't leave my face. Ever since I met Olivia my mood has shifted dramatically and I really hope I can get it under control once we are all together at Oscar`s.

It`s not that I am embarrassed of being with her. God knows I won the lottery by running into her, but I just want to see how far would Oscar and Elvira go for us two to actually go together.

Oscar has been one of my best friends for ages and he knows how much I struggled with relationships. Its not that I was incapable of love but I never seemed to have enough time to dedicate myself fully to any of them and it didn`t seem fair to do that to them. I wanted to be all in but my crazy schedule never allowed me that so I chose to give them the freedom they needed in order to find that one man that could offer them all the attention and love they deserved.

Olivia appeared at the right time. She appeared when I decided I needed to pace myself a bit after all the attention I got after the Mandalorian and The Last Of Us were released. I love what I am doing and I have worked so hard to get to where I am now, but I always felt like something was missing. I always felt like I was the odd one at dinner parties. You know, the only single one without kids. I longed for that. I longed to have a family and little ones running around the place. I`ve always wanted to be a dad, instead I got to play all these father figures. I wanted it to be real.

Then she appeared in her house slippers and something drew me to her instantly. It was like all the walls I have built along the years came crashing down the moment our eyes met. For me, Olivia was the one.

Wait what?

Normal POV* (Olivia`s)

I was minutes away from Oscar`s house. At this point I felt like my knees would give in.

As we agreed to not show up together, I knew that Pedro was already there.

Once reaching their door I didn`t even get to knock as the door flew open with Oscar and the two boys hugging me.

"Auntie O!!!!" screamed the boys.

With that I could see Elvira and Pedro turn around from their seats on the sofa with both of them smiling widely at me.

"If it isn`t my bestest friend in the whole wide world" said Oscar while taking my coat and backpack.

All I heard was a loud and offended "Hey!" coming from the living room.

"Ohh stop pouting Pascal. She holds a very special place in my heart and you know that".

So they`ve talked about me to Pedro before? Wow, this keeps getting more interesting by the minute.

"Wait a minute Oscar. Hand me the backpack."

Once I had my backpack I started searching for the sweets and toys I had for the boys.

"If you are pumping sugar in my boys again O, I swear you are the one putting them to bed tonight!" shouted Elvira who has now moved to the kitchen trying to prepare snacks for the game.

Pedro was looking amused at the exchange me, Oscar and Elvira were having about the boys. It was like I was family to them and in a sense, I knew I was.

"I am so not doing that. Look, it says natural flavours on the package." I said in a failed attempt to look like that one aunt that would get her nephews only healthy sweets.

"Enough of that. Olivia, I want you to meet someone"

With that, Oscar took off towards the living room with me following him. I felt like my heart was about to beat out of my chest.

"Pedro, this is my dear friend and sister from another mister, Olivia. Olivia, meet my best friend Pedro." he said while stepping aside from between me and Pedro, as he was now standing in front of me.

He extended his hand and I extended mine while looking at each other knowing full on well that this will be a hard task.

"Lovely to meet you Olivia. A beautiful name for a beautiful lady."

"Likewise, Pedro. I mean not the part with the beautiful name for a beautiful lady. Obviously." I said while shaking his hand.

The moment our hands touched I swear I felt a surge of electricity going through my body, and by the look on his face so did he. Oscar was now awkwardly standing looking at us and he eventually cleared his throat.

"Okay, so now that the meeting happened let the games begin. I mean game. Let the Monopoly game being."

With Elvira, Oscar and the boys sitting on one side of the table, me and Pedro were sat together on the other side. It was torture not being able to kiss him and touch him and I knew he felt the same.

Once the game began we were all in deep thinking trying various strategies in order to win the game. Soon enough it was only me and Oscar left playing the game as both Elvira and Pedro cashed out.

"They are so competitive. Its like they are actually brother and sister. They will not let this go so buckle up Pedro, its going to be a long night." said an amused Elvira.

She witnessed enough games to know that me and Oscar would not forfeit in any way, shape or form.

"Hey! You took more money from the bank!" said an annoyed Oscar.

"I did not! I took 100. See...20...40...60...80..100. How could I possible take more? You made Elvira the bank!" I said in an exasperated tone.

"You took 10 more. I know you and Elvira are in a secret girl team!"

"Oscar you are losing the plot! I swear to God. Fine! I will hand 10 back to Elvira but only because I don`t want you all dramatic for the next 3 months telling everyone I cheated on Monopoly which..." and I looked over at Pedro and Elvira while handing the 10 back to her " I DID NOT DO!"

Pedro got up from the table, most probably to escape the madness me and Oscar playing a game together creates and I felt my phone buzz.

"You are not to take calls while we are in the middle of a game!"

"I am not taking a call. Its a message! What if its my mom needing something? Jeez Oscar chillax mate!" I said while opening the message. Sure enough, it wasn`t from my mom, but from Pedro.

*I don`t know how much longer I can keep this secret from them baby. I want to kiss you so bad and hold your hand and have you snuggle into my chest while playing this game.

*20 more minutes baby. I will beat Oscar in this game and then we`ll find a way to drop the bomb on them. They have tried so hard to get us together. Let them enjoy it a bit more*

With that being said Pedro returned to the table looking at both me and Oscar while sipping his beer.

I was so concentrated to beat Oscar in Monopoly I didn`t even feel Pedro`s hand that lightly brushed my back while getting back to his seat. This man will be the death of me.

Sure enough, 20 minutes later Oscar was defeated.

"You are an evil Monopoly genius and I hate you for that O!" he said in a very frustrated tone.

"Yes I am and no you don`t."

After the game we all fell into a comfortable conversation and then decided to move the drinking and snacking to the sofa.

Pedro, being a gentleman let me choose the seat first and once I did his eyes went wide.

"Uhmmm, Olivia, not to be a weirdo or anything, but you are sitting in my spot." he said while scratching the back of his head.

Oscar and Elvira stopped dead in their tracks while backing away for a bit to see the interaction between the two of us.

"Are you pulling a Sheldon on me Pascal? Your spot? This has been my spot for ages. I, in fact, chose this spot because it has the best view of the TV and it`s close enough to the heater to be warm in the winter, and also, close enough to the back garden door to be nice and breezy in the summers. "

"Well then we have an issue, cause that is why I chose that spot as well! Oscar, please tell your friend to move from my spot!" said Pedro while winking at me. That`s how I knew we were about to shock the hell out of them.

"I cant really do that P. She will have my head on a silver platter if I do. Can`t you choose the spot next to her? I mean it will still be on the same sofa."

"Choose another spot? Nonsense. You know what. I`ll get my spot back and she can have her spot too. We just need to figure it out, don`t we Olivia?" said Pedro while moving towards me.

He didn`t even need to tell me what to do. It felt like everything with him was like a second nature to me, so I got up from the spot and let him sit. My next move is what made Oscar scream and Elvira nearly pass out.

Instead of leaving and choosing another spot, I went and sat on Pedro`s lap while my arms were draped around his neck.

I swear Oscar`s eyes were about to pop out of his skull.

Pedro`s hand was on my back and his other was on top of my knees while his nose was pressed above my ear and his lips inches away.

"I told you. I can`t stay away from you for a second" Pedro whispered in my ear sending shivers up and down my spine.

"How? What? Why? Who?"

"Oscar your questions do not make sense at all" I said while laughing lightly.

"No, but how? We have tried to get you guys to meet for about 3 years now. " said Elvira while taking her place on the sofa in front of us.

I looked at Pedro and Pedro cleared his throat while preparing to speak.

"Remember the Grogu house slippers girl I told you I ran into at the coffee house?"

"No way! No way! No way! I was close to dragging you both to this house to make you meet and you are telling me you met Olivia in a coffee shop? Wait! Why were you even in your house slippers?" asked a dumbfounded Oscar.

"Breathe Oscar! Long story short, I was late for work didn`t realise what I had on my feet and just left the house. The whole day was a disaster, that`s until I properly met Pedro hours later at the studio. We clicked instantly and it just went from there."

"I knew they would click. I knew it!" said an excited Elvira. "So that means from now on you`ll actually be joining us for dinners? Valid for both you! You both started saying no around the same time"

The look in Pedro`s eyes was different. He looked at me like he has found his purpose in life. He looked at me like I was what he needed in his life. I understood right then and there. I loved him and there was no backing out, because he was the one I was meant to meet all along.

"We sure will." we said at the same time. I swear Oscar and Elvira were on cloud 9 at this point.

We chatted a while longer, mainly about me and Pedro. They fought on who is the captain of the ship, to which me and Pedro both laughed at. They agreed they need to share the captain role and named us Pedrivia but then realised Olidro would be an option too.

It was funny seeing our two best friends acting like teenagers in high-school.

"Right guys, it`s getting late and I have a huge photo-shoot to take care of tomorrow. I need to be on my A game otherwise we might lose the contract with Netflix. "

"What do you mean lose the contract with Netflix? You are the best photographer ever!" said Oscar.

"Remember I was away for a week about two months ago?" he nodded to that. "Well, because I wasn`t in Graham had to hire another photographer and Alexis told me he was very bad. I can`t remember the name of the actress, but I was told the guy was very rude towards her the whole time and the photos turned out bad. This is a remake for that so I will try my best to mend the relationship in between Graham`s photo studio and Netflix."

"Do you know who the photographer was?"

"I have no clue, nor do I want to know. I do know that Graham will never hire anyone else without me giving my opinion on the person and their way of behaving. We can`t lose our contracts. He won`t say it, but I know the studio is struggling at the moment. When I found out Disney + was looking for a photographer long term with a studio, I went and bargained with Netflix because they didn`t want to let us do this. So basically I am the one that made Pedro`s photo-shoot happen. I am glad I did" I said while pressing my lips to his cheek.

" Is there anything we can do to help the studio?" asked Elvira with Pedro and Oscar joining her concern.

"There`s nothing you can do. I am basically trying to keep it running as best as I can. There are so many good people working there, people that rely on those jobs in order to keep their families afloat. I have managed to get some money in, from my own gigs. Half of what I made with National Geographic was put in new backdrops, equipment, paying for one of our colleagues maternity leave. Whatever I can get, half of it will always go there. Graham has been my light at the end of a very dark tunnel and I promised myself I will always have his back." I didn`t even realise that there were tears in my eyes. I felt Pedro`s hand lightly brush a tear of two off.

With that I made my way to the door as I really needed to get some sleep. Pedro followed me and we parted ways with Oscar and Elvira.

While walking to his car, he stopped which made me stop as well.

"Why didn`t you tell me the studio is struggling?"

"Because it`s not your battle to fight baby. It`s mine. I will figure it out. The fact that we have the Disney contract now will help the studio and I still have some gigs lined up for the next few months."

"You are too good for this world. But, please let me help you. You are not alone anymore. I will be here with you every step of the way. I`ll be here even when you will get tired of me, because, baby, I know it`s so early in our relationship, but I can`t see myself without you. "

His hands were on my cheeks and my arms were around his torso. I never wanted the moment to end. The way he looked at me right there and then, it`s something I have always dreamed about. And just before he kissed me he said something that will stay with me forever.

"Liv, you are the one for me and I will do everything in my power to keep you happy and loved. Always and forever."

I was never the one for anyone, and now my Chile trip was playing on my mind over and over again, because whatever the old lady said back then was happening now and I couldn`t believe that it was.

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Part 1 , Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5 , Part 6

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