#tw cara dune

[legends-and-savages]

@reiignonme sent: in a private jet ship,  on the way to a business trip job (For Cara from Ahsoka)

LOCATION  BASED  SMUT  PROMPTS| Accepting

Cara had met Ahsoka through Din, and the two of them had hit it off. Even doing jobs together. So it wasn't a surprise that the two of them were like this. The jet was on autopilot which is why the two of them were able to get away with it. She was leaned against the edge of a table as the two made out. "Last I knew we still had a few hours if you really wanted to get into some trouble."

[unofficial-writing]

As long as I’m here

Pairing: Din Djarin x Fem!reader

Warnings: angst (if you can call it that), mentions of blood/wounds, some fluff, Din is a baddie, allusion to smut but not really, protective Din, TW: Kidnapping

Summary: Moff Gideon sent troopers to retrieve you as bait for Mando but he’s not letting that happen.

Word count: 1.2k

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Nevarro’s sun neared the horizon. It would be dark soon, providing a little more cover than you had now. You slid cautiously behind a building in order to avoid interaction with a group of imperial troopers that walked on the main street.

A few buildings down the alley and you started to notice the stormtroopers matching your route on the other side of the building. Your body stiffened at the realization and you turned down a series of twists and turns. Once you finally glanced back, you noticed only two out of six continued their pursuit. The rest were nowhere in sight.

Coming to the end of the alley, you ducked into one of the buildings— which you hoped was empty. As you descended the stairs, you came into a dimly lit room stacked with shelves of what looked like ship parts

As you crossed the room toward the other door, the click of blasters hit your ears and you stopped; your hands falling to hover discreetly over the weapon concealed in your thigh holster.

“Hands up,” came the irritating voice of one trooper. You scoffed, scanning the room slowly. Four were already around you and the other two came down the stairs behind you, blocking your easiest exit.

When he repeated himself, your blaster was out in less then a second and two troopers quickly fell dead where they stood. When you aimed for the third, four barrels stared you down, pointed directly at your head from only a few feet away.

“Drop your weapon!” One demanded. You cursed under your breath, lowering your weapon to the ground. The second it was out of your grip, your hands were cuffed behind your back and a cover was placed over your mouth.

You waited until you were escorted out of the building and under the slowly darkening sky before attempting your first escape plan.

You ducked under the arms that held you and prepared a blow for him. There weren’t really any good options with your hands tied and mouth covered so your escape ended in failure. You found yourself held by two troopers with guns pointed at your skull.

On the walk through town, you caught the eye of Cara Dune. She knew you but likely wouldn’t recognize you in this state and lighting. A flicker of fear twisted at you, despite your incredible ability to conceal it.

Dank Farrik, you cursed to yourself while trying to come up with an escape route. You became increasingly aware that the longer you waited the slimmer your chances got.

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Cara Dune sought out the Razor Crest immediately, catching the Mandalorian by surprise with her approach instead of yours.

“Is y/n here?” She asked, scanning the hull but only finding Grogu and Din.

“No she went into town.” He answered simply.

“Dank Farrik, then that was her.”

“What?” Mando set down what he was doing and turned to give Cara his full attention.

“Troopers have her, they’re—” She didn’t need to explain further.

“Watch the kid.” He said, walking down the hatch door with his weapon in hand. Cara looked down at Grogu who looked back at her.

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Gloved hands held you in place as you limped, dragging your feet as much as possible to ensure they had to pull you along. Your second escape attempt— which took place just before you were ducked into an abandoned-looking building— resulted in a blaster wound to the upper thigh and an injury to the head.

Your head injury wasn’t severe but you were extremely dizzy, and despite the pain you found yourself able to walk.

After traveling down a small tunnel, you stood in a cargo storage unit. Due to the dizziness and what was probably blood loss, you had to be practically held up.

“Why aren’t we just taking her off planet?” One of the troopers asked, which was met with a short-tempered response.

“Moff Gideon wants her brought up to him.” He answered. “It’s not dark enough yet, people’ll get suspicious.”

The first stormtrooper scoffed. “We don’t have to worry about suspicions.”

“I think you do.” You jumped a little at the new voice, but you recognized it instantly. Din seemed to have appeared out of nowhere. He stood across the room with his weapon pointed at the group. In response the trooper holding me pressed the barrel of his hand blaster to my neck.

“Give her to me.” Din’s tone was slow and clear. He knew exactly what he was doing.

“Come any closer and both of you die.” The three other troopers aimed their blasters at Din.

“I’ll repeat myself only once.” He didn’t hesitate. “Give her to me.” One of the troopers cocked his weapon, the movement quickly being responded with a brief flash of light and three out of four soldiers falling dead. The last stood a little more shakily, holding you in place.

The Mandalorian turned his head, his helmet coldly staring at the stormtrooper. The trooper hesitantly let you slip out of his grip, handing off your unsteady body to Din, who pulled you to him by your waist to hold you up.

“Take something of mine again,” he threatened with an edge of hatred in his tone. “And the consequences will be much more severe.”

He turned to lead you out, with his blaster still pointed at the trooper. He shot first, barely touching Din’s armor before it was countered. You both watched the last trooper fall to the ground.

Now in the empty cargo room, Din set you on a crate and removed your handcuffs and mouth piece. Sitting up rather than standing, your dizziness was much more manageable.

Din cut a slit in your pant leg, to examine the wound. “Undressing me here?” You asked in a sarcastic tone.

“Not yet.” He responded to your joke but by his tone, you could tell he wasn’t in the joking mood. You could feel his tense demeanor even through his armor.

“I’m ok, Din.” You stated, attempting to make him feel a little better.

“I know,” he replied. After a long pause he sighed. “He couldn’t get me, so he went for you.”

You knew it was normal for Din to keep his thoughts inside his head, even more so when outside the Razor Crest. This was no different.

Moff Gideon’s act infuriated him. There were two things in the galaxy that he’d lay down his life for; Grogu and you. The thought of nearly losing you to the empire was reasonably anger inducing.

You rested your hands on either side of his neck, your fingers finding the only spot on him that wasn’t concealed by armor. He instantly relaxed at your touch, raising his hands to meet yours.

"As long as I'm here, nobody is taking you anywhere." He spoke calmly now that his anger had subsided. I gave him the makings of a smile and he helped me back onto the ground, leading me out and back in the direction of the Razor Crest.

[dookuswifey]

THE MANDALORIAN | OneShot

Tw: Smut, Fingering, dirty talk, Angst if you squint really hard and look sideways.

Pairing: Cara Dune x Fem!Reader

A/n: This is for my bestie @drawingdroid who is completely normal about Miss Cara Dune.

Cara wants to be more than "friends" so talking and smut happens.

You whined against Cara's neck as you were pushed against the wall of a scruffy alleyway, the dark haired woman kissed your neck sloppily. Your breath quickened as your nails dug deeper into Cara's arms.

-Shhhh, babe are you coming? Are you coming for me? Thats my good girl...sweetheart, mhhm...i feel your cunt sucking on my fingers, i know you're close...come for me, sugar - Cara bit your earlobe pulling slighty so it stung.

Between the mix of pleasure and pain you came, your juices slipped through Cara's hand as she keep pumping in and out so you could ride your orgasm longer.

- That...Was so good- Cara smiled, kissing your sweaty cheek.- you're so good...- She mumbled.

You slouched against Cara, your body completely relaxed as you tried to regain your breath.

- Yeah....Yeah Cara...- You mumbled, brain hazy as you nuzzled into the other woman shoulder.- You're awesome- You smiled and Cara felt her ears redden.

The both of you had been having these kind of encounters for a while now, neither of you wished to open the question of what you two were; Friends with benefits? Lovers? Cara didn't know, but she hoped it was the later.

After regaining your composure and fixing your clothing both of you walked away from the alley, as if nothing had happened, and re-entered the bar where the group was eating.

-Patu!- The glee on the child's tone as he splashed his spoon on the soup was your warm welcome. Mando, as always was sitting still, trying to get Grogu to actually eat the soup. The both of you looked at eachother and giggled, walking to your seats.

- Where were you two?- Mando asked as he took the spoon back.

- Bathroom.- Cara nonchalantly lied.

- The both of you?- Asked Din suspiciously.

- Don't you know women go to the bathroom in pairs?- Cara's response and Din's complete ignorance of social cues made you giggle behind your hand.

- Don't worry, Mando. We're here, that's what matters- You said, breaking the starring contest between a smirking Dune and an innocent Mando.- So what's the next quarry?

The mandalorian feed a spoonful of soup to the child before responding.

- A petty criminal, will be easy. A go-in get-out, get-credits situation- He explained.- We'll have to enter a club, but nothing too difficult.

- You think you won't be noticed in a club? - Cara snorted as Mando looked at her offended.- Between the amount of Beskar on you plus your awkwardness...That will make the target flee before you know it! - Cara said as she nicked the table with her nails.- Let us help, that way it will be easier, you stay in the shadows and Babe and I are the distractions- Cara's hand laid on your thigh sneakily under the table.

-... Fine, but I need all the credits for the womprat's food, he is a growing child. - Cara's hand tightened her hold on your thigh as Mando's agreed, both of you couldn't help but laugh at the mandalorian's words.

- Fine, Fine! That's good for me- Cara said, theatrically putting her hands up defensivelly against the Mandodad's deadpan stare.

°•○ Time Skip ○•°

The mission was going smoothly until the quarry laid his dirty hands on your lower back as Cara was quick to snach her hidden dagger and point it to the quarry's neck.

- Get your hands off of her or I'll cut them off for you, scum- She whispered menacingly on the criminal's ear. Sensing danger, Mando quickly approached them, taking the quarry away from Cara as he was sure she was going to slice him to ribbons.

- I take it from here, thank you.- Mumbled Mando as he knocked the man out cold and dragged him towards the Crest for a carbonite shower.

You looked at Cara with a frown as she looked back with confusion.

- Whats with that look?

- I had it under control!- You angrily stated.- You're always treating me like a child! I wanted to show that I'm a capable bountyhunter but you never let me do my things!- You raged as the dark haired woman stared in mild surprise that quickly turned to frustration.

- I was trying to protect you from the scum of this galaxy!! That asshole was trying to get into your pants!

- So what?! WHAT IF I WANTED THAT? You're always doing this! Even when it's not mission related!

- Oh! Pardon me for wanting to protect you!- Cara mockingly bowed before turning heel and walking to the exit. She had seen the looks people were giving your group and she truly didn't want to be banned from another bar this rotation.

As Cara walked outside you followed angrily behind her, ready to tell her off for once again getting on the way. The both of you had walked quite a bit as the streets became ghostly when you finally reached for Cara's shoulder and pushed her agaisnt a wall.

- You're my friend! Why do you treat me as a child?!- You yelled in frustration as Cara looked in bewilderment.

- Friends?- she parroted.- Friends?! - her tone got higher as she reversed the positions, pinning you under her and against the wall as she pulled you in a deep kiss. You couldn't help but moan against Cara's warm lips, easily opening your mouth as Cara's tongue prodded for entrance. The kiss quickly became messy and wet as when Cara pulled away for air strings of saliva still connected your mouths together. - Friends don't do this kind of shit, sweetheart. - Cara said wipping the saliva of your bruised lips with her thumb. As you caugh the bountyhunter's thumb between your lips Cara truly looked at the state you were in, seeing your flushed and dishelved look, truly adorable.- I don't want to be just friends babe, I though I made it clear.- Her voice softened as she snug her body against yours, kissing your flushed cheeks lovingly.

- I...I thought I was just a... a distraction? I guess. I didn't think...- Your rambling was silenced by a loving kiss, your hands fondly finding their way in Cara's short hair.

- That's just the thing, sweetheart... You think too much- She responded as her kisses traveled towards your neck.- If you want me to stop, tell me now and I will stop. But we can't pretend this didn't happen, you cannot deny the spark between us.- The huntress mumbled against your collarbone.

- Don't...

- What?- Cara asked, slight confusion on her voice.

- Don't pretend then. I won't stop you- You smiled at the taller woman and softly pulled her for a kiss.- I want you, as more than friends too.- You mumbled against her lips, softly bitting Cara's lower lip pulling a soft moan out of the huntress.

- I cannot help myself anymore- Cara mumbled as she picked you up and kicked open the door of a nearby hut she had been staying in.

Clumsily she navigated the dark room between clumsy steps, soft giggles and the sound of kissing. Quickly she lowered you on the small cot and quickly took her shirt off before latching on your lips again, her hands going to caress the skin under your shirt.

- Mmh...you're so soft, babe...so perfect for me- She whinned as you purposely rubbed your knee against Cara's center.- oh shit, babe- she moaned, rutting against your knee, her hands went to your thighs in search of anchor.

- You look so pretty right now...- You mumbled teasingly, hands cupping Cara's breasts, caressing her nubs under her bra.

- Oh honey...- Cara moaned as her hands clumsily undid your belt and pants.- Each of my thoughts about you are inproper... You don't have any idea of all the things I dreamed of doing to you...- Cara kissed you again as she pulled on your pants, pulling them down.- On Mando's ship, at the bar, heck even out in public! You drive me mad, woman- she huskily said as her hands pulled your bra up, freeing your tits and quickly snaching a nipple onto her mouth.

- Oh Cara~!- You moaned, your hands pulling on Cara's hair as your body arched.- Show me, show me all the things you want to do... please, show me!- You begged as the dark haired woman rolled your nipple between her teeth and tongue.

- Oh babe... If i do that you won't be able to walk tomorrow...- She unlached from the cherry pink nipple to lick the other.

- Then we'll stay on bed...I'm sure Mando won't mind...- You whinned as your hands caressed Cara's panties, finding the wet patch there incredibly sexy. The bountyhunter moaned, her hips thrusting against your hand in search for pleasure. Her dark eyes looked for yours, both so blown out in their frenzy.

- Don't say I didn't warn you tomorrow~ - Cara smirked as she popped two of her fingers into her mouth, wetting them eaguerly- Open wide, babe- She ordered as with her free hand she tapped on your thighs.

Getting the memo, you quickly raised your hips and slipped your panties down, shimmying one leg out so you could spread them wider, showing Cara your flushed heat.

- Mmh...So pretty and wet...my girl is so good - She smirked, popping her fingers out of her mouth loudly and caressing your heated labia with them, spreading her saliva as lube.- I would eat you right now...but I'm hungry for something else- the dark haired woman kissed you deeply as her thumb spread the mix of saliva and wetness around your clit, pulling the hood off softly.

-Oh Cara~♡- You moaned, bitting Cara's shoulder to hold in your screams of pleasure as the huntress' long fingers slowly entered your sex.

- Shhh precious... It'll be okay...let me know when to move - She huskily said as she peppered kisses all over your jaw and neck.

A few seconds later your hips started moving softly and Cara matched the tempo, slowly opening you wider.

- Ooohhhhh~♥︎ - Your highpiched whine was muffled against Cara's neck as she smiled and rotated her fingers; Bingo!Gspot!

- Do you like it when I touch you here, babe? Do you like the feeling of my fingers fucking your pretty cunt open?- Cara whispered as her fingers moved in a "come closer" fashion, caressing that sweet spot over and over again.

- Oh-Kark! Yes! Oh Yes! No one fucks me like you do- You moaned, kissing and mouthing at Cara's chin- Fuck... Cara faster, please!

- Have I ever told you how much I love the way you look with my fingers inside you? You look so pretty for me... just so gorgeous. - She smiled, quickening the rymth of her fingers as her thumb rubbed circles around your clit.- Will you come for me, pretty girl? Will you bless me with your come?- the bountyhunter moaned as her hips started to rut agaisnt your thigh fevershly.

- Ohh! Maker yes! Yes please! Only for you Cara!- You wailed, so lost on pleasure you didn't notice your nails were ripping the cheap bedsheets under your body.- Please, I'm so close! Please Cara, please!- Your begs made the woman smile.

- Then come for me, babe...Come for your girlfriend...- she pulled you into a deep kiss as you arched against her body,as the waves of pleasure crashed behind your eyelids. The kiss swallowed your screams of pleasure, your toes curling as your legs hugged Cara's waist, pulling her closer until you both were cuddling, sweaty, happy and satisfied.

[sandrasaid]

tw: questionning the din/bo ship

find it interesting how people are shipping din and bo, where was that energy when it was din and cara dune? “but din and bo have chemistry”. so did din and cara if we looked at them the same way we look at din and bo? people instantly assumed cara dune to be grogu’s aunt and din’s ally so why not the same treatment with bo?

[swgohgamer]

WEEK 47: 7-starred the Chimaera. I fat-fingered leveling up a single character and ended up blowing most of my credits, which is unfortunate. So I spent some crystals and raid currency to try and build up that float amount a bit.

My guild won a TW for the first time in a while, and in fact we ended up defeating every single team the other guild put up on defense. I think that was a first for this guild, at least since I’ve been a member. But then we lost the next TW. I think my next omicron will be Poggle, because I see a lot of Geos on the front walls and they all have that omi. I suppose I should probably also work on the Geos’ mods- they have highly sliced mods, but they were modded before I really knew what I was doing, so they don’t really have coherent set bonuses. Maybe I’ll do that after I’m done modding the Mando journey characters. Cara Dune is another character who has sliced mods, but it’s not a great set. So maybe I’ll get more sensible mods on Cara and the Geos and repurpose their current mods elsewhere. My unassigned mod count is creeping up - I’m up to around 350 out of 500 slots. I should spend some time either assigning or selling. Maybe the latter, give that I accidentally blew all those credits leveling up a character.

Over in Grand Arena, I’m ranked #9526 in Carb 4 and #33 in my guild. I keep no-showing to battles just out of forgetfulness. Trying to be better.

Doing some quick math, I’m probably looking at another couple of months until I’m done ranking up this team for the Mando journey. The game is selling a $25 pack that has 95 shards for each of them, which would shave off about 3 weeks. 1.75M credits and a bunch of shard shop currency, too . Tempting. Hmm.

Anyway, after I’m done with my crystal refreshes each day I spend my excess energy on G13 gear for the bounty hunters. Once they’re in relic territory, I’ll get back to work on their ships.

[lucrezia-thoughts]

Written in the Stars

CHAPTER 6: THE DROPPER

Pairing: Din Djarin x (F) Reader

Warning(s): idiots in love, Cara Dune (I feel like she should be a warning now... but the character is a good buddy here! I'm just imaging she's someone else!)

Series Summary: Peli Motto rescued you from becoming a Hutt pleasure slave. In return, you've been using some unusual skills of yours to keep her clients in check...but you were not prepared for a Mandalorian and his small green child to appear and change your life completely.

Chapter Summary: Din starts to realize there might be a few things he doesn't fully understand...

Link to Master List

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"Okay, what's the deal?"

Behind the helmet, Din's brow furrowed at Cara's question. Hadn't he just spent the last half hour outlining Karga's plan to the shock trooper? And that didn't even account for the summary he'd given her at the cantina. "I told you. They're providing the plan and firepo-"

"No. The plan I get." Cara shook her head and sighed as she closed the cockpit door and leaned back against the wall. "I meant between you and the girl." She gestured to him and then the closed door. "That girl isn't like any other Zeltron I've ever met and I'm thinking you have something to do with that fact. So I'll ask again. What's the deal?" She arched her eyebrow as she finished her assessment and waited for his response.

"Ba'slanar bic solus." Din huffed under his breath. "It doesn't matter." He tried to brush the question off as he walked past her to sit in the captain's chair, but Cara's hand shot out and stopped him.

"Actually it does because whatever this is between you could be deadly for her." She countered, using her grip on his arm to turn him to face her. "How much do you actually know about Zeltrons?"

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"So-"

The woman's voice startled you and you dropped the cloth you'd been using to clean the remnants of the child's dinner from his face. You'd deliberately shut out any feelings other than yours or the child's, so you hadn't noticed when she didn't follow the Mandalorian up to the cockpit. After what you'd felt from the Mandalorian, you were in self preservation mode. Feeling was too painful.

You focused on picking up the cloth and tucking the child into his pram as you responded to the soldier. "I thought you'd followed the Mandalorian."

"Well this is a first." You turned to face her after you shut the doors to the pram and watched her push herself off the wall she'd been leaning on and slowly walked over to you. "I've never snuck up on a Zeltron before." She mused with a friendly grin, holding her hand out to you. "Cara Dune." She introduced herself as you shook her hand. Her fingers lingered on your wrist for a moment before she let her hand fall back to her side.

"Nice to meet you." Your eyes wandered over her face as you allowed yourself to read her. Concern... Curiosity... Kindness... Desire...

You stopped your probing at the last emotion and looked away from her, feeling your face flush.

"Don't worry, sweetheart. I may want you, but I can tell there's something going on between you and Mando."

Your eyes widened as your head snapped back to her face. Her grin widened at the confirmation you'd just given her.

"So, wanna tell me what happened?"

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Din sighed, resting his hands on his hips. "Only what other mercenaries told me." He admitted bitterly. He wanted to be mad at Cara's meddling, but if what she said was true he couldn't let anything happen to the girl. Not to someone he loved. Not again.

"So you know they're good in bed." Cara said flatly and he nodded. She sighed before continuing. "Did the mercenaries ever tell you why they're so good in the sack?" She inquired, crossing her arms in front of her chest.

Din tilted his head at her question. She seriously wanted him to list out the sexual escapades they'd shared? When she arched her eyebrow at him again, he shrugged his shoulders. She asked for it.

"They said they can go all-"

"THAT'S NOT WHAT I MEANT." Cara shook her head and cut him off quickly. "That's not what I meant." She repeated a bit lower. "They can read and experience other people's feelings, Mando. Even project them onto people."

"They can read people's feelings." Din repeated after a few moments of silence.

Cara nodded.

"Dank Farrik!"

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You slid your dress onto your freshly cleaned body as you stepped out of the fresher and made your way over to the bunk. You hit the release button on the door, but before you could climb in you felt large hands at your waist. Your breath caught in your throat as you turned to see your own shocked reflection staring back at you on the surface of the Mandalorian's helmet.

"Man-" You started, but were cut off by his pained declaration.

"Mesh'la, I didn't know."

Your brow furrowed in confusion. Half of you wanted to push him away to protect the remains of your broken heart, but the other half (the stronger half) couldn't stand that he was hurting.

"Didn't know what?" You reached up and let your hand rest on his helmet where his cheek would be, wanting to comfort him. You bit your lip as he leaned forward and pressed the helmet against your forehead.

"What you can do." He clarified as he moved his arms to wrap around your waist, but your whole body froze in his arms. He was talking about the mercenary. He had to be. You tried to pull out of his hold as you stumbled through trying to stop whatever he had to say.

"I was just trying to- He was coming for the child- I understand that it disgusted you-" Your words died out when he suddenly pulled back.

"Mesh'la, no." He shook his head and cupped your chin in his hand, keeping your focus on him. "It wasn't you, it was me."

You stopped struggling and stared at his helmet. What in the name of the Maker did he mean?

"I was disgusted with myself." He explained as he stroked his thumb along your cheek. "I've done terrible things. I don't deserve to have you. To touch y-"

"I want you too." You whimpered and laid your hand over his on your cheek. "I want you to have me. I want you to touch me." You leaned your body forward to press fully against him.

"Please."

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CHAPTER 7: THE BUNK **

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A/N: I hope you enjoy this new chapter, I'll admit it was a bit rushed...but I couldn't leave things where they were. I had to fix it. As always, comments and feedback are love!! Oh, and please let me know if you want to be tagged on updates!

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[reluctant-mandalore]

Hey unfriendly reminder that Gina Carano, the actor for Cara Dune, is a transphobic and racist covid denier, who compared being a republican to being a victim of the holocaust today. :) 

Her actions and words are literally disgusting and she deserves to be fired. Any of y’all who have the audacity to defend her after everything are just as horrible as she is and I wish you all a terrible night ❤️

[beheworthy]

Din had previously chosen to die over breaking his creed. But losing Grogu forever is worse than death for him.

He CHOOSES to break his creed in an act of selfless, unconditional love for Grogu, and that is what makes him a true “believer” of the Mandalorian faith.

@dindjarindiaries

[positivityjediprince]

Luke, beloved Royal Consort, deep throating a knife to get all the chocolate spread off it

Cara, supposedly a 'Royal Body Guard', watching him, unimpressed.

"Am I supposed to stop you?"

"Probably"

[harrylee94]

In the Footsteps of Luminous Beings - Chapter 32

You can also find this on AO3!

Summary: “Wait, you’re Red Five,” Dune said, her eyes going wide, even a hint of awe flashing in them.

Luke sighed that sigh from before. “Yes, I’m Red Five.”

“Who?” Mando asked, shifting Grogu in his arms when the kid attempted to get to the floor.

“Red Five!” Dune repeated, staring in disbelief. “Luke Skywalker! The one who destroyed the Death Star.”

Notes: So some of you might have called this revelation, it was hinted at in previous chapters but... *screaming*

TW for mentions of slavery and blood (just a cut that isn't described).

Chapter 31

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Twin Sons

“Skywalker?” Cobb repeated, aware his grip had stiffened, his entire body in fact, but unable to stop himself as the name echoed in his mind.

Skywalker was a name he’d tried so hard to forget, to leave in the past, buried beneath the sands of Tatooine… and yet here it was again, bearing a face that stirred memories of a childhood long forgotten, and a life he’d left behind twenty years ago.

Luke sighed, as though he got this kind of reaction a lot. “Yes, Luke Skywalker,” he said. “Yes, that one. No, I don’t do autographs.”

Cobb blinked. “Auto—... No, I mean… You ever been to Tatooine?”

Luke frowned, caught off guard. “I grew up there.”

“Huh,” Cobb stepped back, looking him over. “Lived with a man called Owen Lars?”

Luke’s eyes grew sad. “You knew him?”

“Heard of them,” Cobb muttered. “Skywalker.”

He almost laughed; he’d known Ben for years, he’d mentioned Luke, how Luke had been the child of the brother he had failed, but never once had he said his name.

“Your father,” Cobb said, pausing when Luke winced, “was his name Anakin?”

“... It was.”

Suddenly, it was hard to breathe, the air tight in his lungs. The Force bubbled around him, around them both, excited, nervous, impatient, as he turned away, bringing the back of his hand to his mouth. Tears pricked at his eyes, hope sprang up in his heart and his thoughts raced.

Was this real? Was this happening? Was it true?

“Vanth?” Luke said, and he spun round, catching Luke’s shoulders in another tight grip.

“I need to show you something,” he said, quiet yet frantic.

The younger man looked cautious, but he nodded, allowing Cobb to lead him into the depths of the Force.

It whirled around them, a high wind or a constantly twisting thread, binding them together in this moment, and the hum of Luke’s song rang in the space between him. It was so bright, so clear, and it resonated with his own, like a new melody that shared the same harmonies, singing over one another. It took barely any effort to push his old, faded memories out towards him.

‘Jacobi Skywalker, what have I told you about being careful with those plates?’

His mother was only a collection of her voice and her brown hair and eyes now, but the guilt of that memory had made it linger all the same, but it was over in an instant, moving on to the next.

‘Nightmare?’

‘Uh huh.’

He pulled back the bedcover, and his brother climbed in, curling up against his chest, a ball of blonde hair and blue eyes. ‘It’s okay, Ani, I’ve got you.’

He could still remember what that dream had been; it was of Cobb being taken away, sold to a new owner at the market, taken away from their small family. It had happened only a few days later…

‘Mom! Anakin!’ The hand on his arm was too strong for him to break free of, no matter how hard he struggled. ‘Let me go!’

His family were still in the house, trying to get past the guards, but they were just as helpless as he was. There were tears in his mother’s eyes.

‘Maybe you should’ve thought o’ that b’for you became too much trouble for Gardula, boy,’ the slaver who held him growled, pulling him away from them.

It had been the last time he’d ever seen them, but there had been good memories too.

‘Happy birthday!’

Cobb and Anakin gasped as they stepped into the living space, a big bowl of breakfast on the table and gifts wrapped at their seats. Anaking had got a new screwdriver, and Cobb had gotten a big, red scarf.

‘I love you both, my two special boys.’

He’d never gone anywhere without it, no matter who he was sold to or where he’d gone, it had always been there with him.

‘D’you think we’ll ever get out of here?’ he asked, his head resting against Anakin’s as they looked up at the stars.

‘I know we will.’ Cobb could feel Anakin’s fingers as they entwined with his own. ‘Just you wait; we’ll explore the whole galaxy, together!’

The memory shifted to him staring up at those same stars, alone, not even a month ago.

Cobb gasped as he pulled out of the Force, stumbling back until his heel caught on the broken heap that had once been a dark trooper and falling back to the floor, catching the back of his leg on a sharp edge but barely feeling it. He felt more vulnerable than he had in years, more than he’d allowed himself to be since before the brand had been seared into his skin. Every memory had brought the emotions tied to them screaming back into his chest, and his cheeks were wet with tears.

“Cobb?”

The voice came from his left, and he looked over to see Anakin — no, Luke — knelt beside him, his own eyes bright and wet.

“... Uncle?”

Cobb choked on a sob and reached out for him, pulling the young man, Luke, his nephew, close, wrapping his arms about him as Luke wrapped his own about him. “Nephew.”

Luke’s grip tightened on him, his head ducking into Cobb’s shoulder. “You were there,” he said, sniffed, into his scarf. “You were there, the whole time.”

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I’m so sorry. I should’ve been there for you.”

“You didn’t know.”

Cobb shook his head. “I knew you were there.”

“But you didn’t know.” Luke pulled back, meeting his eye. “Now you do. Now we can make this right.”

Taking a steadying breath, Cobb smiled, squeezing at Luke’s arm, only for the sound of something approaching to draw his eye. “That droid yours?”

Luke looked over his shoulder as the blue and white astomech started whining about being left behind.

“This is Artoo,” he said as it rolled around the scraps they’d left strewn about them. “Artoo, this is Cobb Vanth; my uncle.”

The astromech whistled about that being impossible, that there hadn’t been anyone else, and even if it were there were already enough Skywalkers in the galaxy anyway.

Cobb chuckled. “He sounds like a good friend,” he said, wiping his eyes before giving the droid a nod. “Nice to see this one’s in good hands. From what I hear, he’s gotten himself in his fair share of trouble.”

“Hey!” Luke squawked, but Cobb only raised an eyebrow at him.

“You gonna tell me you weren’t the one to blow up the Death Star?”

Luke pursed his lips. “... Only the first one.”

Cobb grinned, but at that moment he noticed the turbolift had activated again, and it was bringing more guests down. “Help me up,” he said, moving to stand while being aware of the cut in his leg. “We’re ‘bout to have company.”

“Friends?”

“I hope so.”

He was just about on his feet by the time the lift reached their floor, and the doors opened to reveal three guests Dune, Mando, and Grogu.

“Cobb!” the Mandalorian said, coming closer but eying Luke warily, keeping some distance. “Are you hurt?”

“Ah, just my leg,” Cobb said, waving him off. “I go the whole thing without gettin’ hit, then I trip over my own feet after it’s over.”

Normally that might have brought a laugh, but it was clear the pair of them were still a bit wary of Luke, though the kid waved at him cheerily. He could see Mando’s hand lingering by his blaster — and he also spotted the darksaber hanging from his belt too — and Dune was still holding her gun, but some sort of recognition was beginning to flicker in her eyes.

“You’ve been holding back on us, Marshal,” Dune said. “If we’d known you were a Jedi, maybe we would’ve planned things differently.”

“I didn’t want to offer anything I wasn’t sure of,” Cobb replied. “I only built this thing a few weeks back; I’m not quite used to it yet.”

“You’d better call me when you are, if you’re this skilled before,” she said, glancing over at Luke.

Cobb took the hint.

“Le’me introduce you,” he said, placing his hand on Luke’s shoulder. “Luke, this is Marshal Cara Dune of Nevarro, Mando and Grogu. Everyone, this is Luke… my nephew.”

The astromech squealed in indignity.

“And Artoo,” Cobb tacked on.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” Luke said, bowing at them in a way he recalled Ben doing.

“Your nephew?” Dune repeated, still looking at Luke as though there was a word stuck on the tip of her tongue.

“Yep.”

“I didn’t know you had a nephew,” Mando said.

“Neither did I, until about five minutes ago,” Cobb said. “Small galaxy.”

“So you didn’t call for him?” Dune asked.

“Grogu did,” Luke answered before Cobb could even get to the question, waving back at the kid with a smile. “He reached out to me about a week ago, but I have a feeling it wasn’t me he’d been looking for.”

“Our songs are similar,” Cobb mused, smirking when Grogu squealed in delight at the sight of Artoo, though the astromech grumbled something about small green trolls and sticks.

“Songs?”

“The Force,” Cobb explained. “We’re very similar.”

Luke nodded

“So… Grogu called you,” Mando clarified, the kid looking up at him when he mentioned his name. He rubbed his thumb over the kid’s clawed fingers. “Thank you, for your help.”

“It was my pleasure,” Luke said. “It’s led me to discover I had more family than I thought.”

“Wait, you’re Red Five,” Dune said, her eyes going wide, even a hint of awe flashing in them.

Luke sighed that sigh from before. “Yes, I’m Red Five.”

“Who?” Mando asked, shifting Grogu in his arms when the kid attempted to get to the floor.

“Red Five!” Dune repeated, staring in disbelief. “Luke Skywalker! The one who destroyed the Death Star.”

“Only the first one,” Luke and Cobb said simultaneously, Cobb smirking at Luke when he ducked his head in embarrassment.

“You killed the Emperor!”

Luke flinched. “That’s… complicated.”

“Well, whatever the story is, you can tell it while I’m gettin’ my leg looked at,” Cobb said, reaching towards Mando, who quickly pulled his arm over his shoulders for support. “Don’t particularly want t’ lose it while we’re talkin’. Plus I’ve already got enough blood on my clothes as it is.”

“Med bay’s this way,” Dune said, leading the way back to the turbolift. “Watch your step; someone left a mess behind.”

Cobb smirked and accepted the kid into his arm when he started to whine about it, holding him close to allow him the chance to burrow himself in his shirt, his little clawed fingers gripping at one of his. “Like I said; not sure how t’ use this yet.” He smiled back at Luke, who was following a little behind them. “Maybe you could share a few tips.”

“I would like that.”

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Cobb has a much bigger family than he thought now! Not that he knows the full extent yet...

Chapter 33

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New addition to the Star Wars canon

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The former marshal paused. "Now even I know that doesn't sound smart." She said. "So why bring me into it?"

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Cara Dune + guns

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The Mandalorian Comic Book Covers: Chapters 9-12

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today on "finding out your strong female character is played by a massive transphobe and racist: using the decent substitute-dad character and their actor to cope"

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Congrats on your milestone!!!🎉🎉🎉I really have loved getting to see your blog grow! Since this is a celebration, the only thing I can offer is an idea that has been swimming in my head since forever. AND I know if you do it you will do it justice and make it amazing with your lovely brain. So with that being said: 🎶 + Din + Wicked Game (I've been obsessed with James Vincent McMorrow's version, but all of them are *chef's kiss*) Love you, your face, and your writing😘💖 CONGRATS AGAIN!!! 🎉✨😊

thanks so much, doll! and omg this SONG 😩👌 i never knew how badly i needed it in my life lol i hope you like the fic it inspired me to write (i apologize for any pain this one may cause 😅). thanks for requesting! 💜 

warnings: mentions of blood/injury ; death (descriptions of dying) ; Angst™; back at it again with a cliché last line ; idk how to refer to Greef Karga so I call him Greef here, please don’t @/ me

ship: Din Djarin x Reader

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Wicked Game

Din always knew his life would be a short one—that Mandalorians don’t exactly have the luxury of growing old and living a full life. He accepted the fate his creed bestowed upon him long ago, but he never realized how painful it would be.

Not physically—in fact, he can hardly feel anything as he lies against the giant slab of duracrete in what’s left of the cantina. Right now, his pain cuts far deeper than physical. He feels it in his very bones, this soulful ache for something that he knows will never be. 

Among the fallen rubble and blaster fire, he barely registers a light pressure on his hand, his fingers beginning to go numb. Your face—stained with soot and dried blood—comes into view and it takes everything in him not to sob out your name, knowing it may be the last time he has the honor of voicing such a sweet sound. 

“I’m here, Din. I’m not gonna leave you. I...I know you’re in pain, but do you think you have the strength to move?” you ask in a desperate voice, your eyes wide and glossy—either from the smoke in the air or from your own emotions getting the best of you, he’s not sure.

“C-cyar’ika,” he whispers, but a thick warmth gets caught in his throat and he falls into a coughing fit, the sharp taste of iron confirming what he already knew to be true. 

Blood is filling his lungs and he knows he doesn’t have much time left. 

“Don’t try to speak. Save your energy,” you rush out, swallowing hard and nodding your head as if you’re answering for him. You look over to Cara and Greef as they watch your exchange with matching, sorrowful expressions. 

“We have to carry him out, he can’t move,” you reach for the child standing at Din’s feet, the little one completely focused on the man who’s cared for and protected him with his own life. Din’s fingers twitch with a longing to comfort the little one, but it’s no use, the remnants of his strength waning by the second. 

Cara hesitates before moving forward, presumably to help lift Din to his feet and drag him to safety within the tunnels beneath them. But Din finds the will to subtly shake his head, signaling her to stop. It’s too late, he thinks to himself. Too much time has passed since Moff Gideon’s last assault and Din knows that it won’t be long before they’re under fire again. 

You look down at Din, your brows knitted together in confusion and anxiety, the child reaching out to him. “Y-you have to...go on without me. P-protect the child,” he croaks out, his breaths shallow and lungs burning with every intake of air. 

“No. I told you, I’m not leav–” you start to protest, hugging the child close to your chest when it makes a loud whimpering sound. Your bottom lip trembles and you pull it between your teeth. 

“The IG unit can stay with him, but we need to get the child out of here now,” Greef places a hand on your shoulder, but his eyes remain on the T of Din’s visor as he seems to say, I’ll make sure they’re safe.

The aforementioned droid comes into view and Din’s vision starts to blur, his ears ringing with a deafening pitch. The following moments of your exchange with Greef and Cara are difficult to comprehend as Din starts to pass out, but then he feels your hand in his again and he forces himself to stay awake. 

You don’t say anything as you lift his gloved hand to your cheek, tears streaming down your face. Oh, how he longs to feel your soft skin against his calloused hands. And though you can’t see his face because of the helmet covering his features, Din still tries to give you a reassuring smile.

“I’ll be r-right...behind you,” he lies through his teeth, a chill wracking his body. It won’t be much longer before he meets his Maker, but he doesn’t want you to have to witness his end.

He regrets a lot of things he’s done in his, what one might consider, wicked life—the lives he’s taken and the people he couldn’t save remaining at the forefront of his mind. But if he can spare you this...this trauma of watching him take his final breath, then he’ll do everything in his power to protect you from it.

You lean forward and press a kiss to the top of his helmet, right where his forehead would be, before resting your own against the cool metal. A Keldabe kiss. His chest aches beyond any physical means and it’s only then that he notices the moisture on his cheeks, spilling from his eyes. 

I’m so sorry, cyar’ika, if only we had more time, he wishes he could say, but he can barely hold his head up, let alone speak. The high pitch of the child’s cry reaches his ears and Din opens his eyes to find the little one touching the side of his helmet. Goodbye, my child, Din thinks as he finds the strength to reach up and lightly stroke behind the child’s ear one last time.

He hears you sniffle before whispering, “I love you,” your voice breaking. He can only just make out the gentle squeeze of your hand around his before you reluctantly let go as Cara ushers you away. 

Everything in existence seems to fade away after that, like you were his life force and now that you’re gone, he can’t hang on any longer. His breaths become uneven as fluid fills his lungs. At his side, IG-11 injects something into Din’s arm, but he doesn’t understand what the droid is saying—something along the lines of help with the pain and deep sleep.   

And as he becomes void of all senses but the memory of your hand in his, he embraces Death like an old friend.

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