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i saw you were asking for hurt/comfort requests

Could you do a Sirius black x poc reader where they’re married and she finds out Bellatrix killed him and like Harry comforting her and her doing the same,maybe her even sharing story’s of their past.

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Hi! So it's the way this isn't a one-shot once I started writing this lol. I'm warning you I'm a sucker for happy endings so this will kind of go off the rails a bit.

I'll Always Come Back

Summary: It doesn't matter what happens in life. Sirius always comes back.

Warnings for the Series: violence, character death

Pairing: sirius black x reader, sirius black x black!reader

Word Count: 3.8k

“Mrs. Black, we cann—”

“Like hell. I won’t allow my godson to be with them any longer!” you yelled at Fudge. “I agreed to not contact him until he was a wizard and the first thing I find out is he lives in an abusive household.”

“But Petunia is Lily’s family, the magic extends to her blood for Lily’s protection spell.” 

“No one has found Grimmauld in years. Moony and I have lived there with no problem.” 

Barty Crouch Sr. scoffed. “You still visit your husband.” 

“Because he’s innocent.” 

“Mrs. Bl—”

“He is. And if you want to argue with me, Mr. Crouch, you’ll use my proper title. The Black Household is still one of the most prestigious households to date.”

“Fine. Lady Black, You’ve been saying that for eleven years.” 

“We just need a case you can’t ignore. We’ll be ready for trial soon.”

“La—”

“Barty. You locked him up without a trial, I haven’t forgotten that. That’s enough to get him out of jail and get you fired. We want his name cleared too, that’s the only reason you still have a job. Don’t try me.” 

Barty turned and sat back down. The Ministry members looked at your custody papers and the clause where you agreed to give Harry to the Dursleys unless he turned out to be a wizard. They could only keep custody if you didn’t want him, they really wanted him, or you were in no position to take care of a child. 

Eleven years and you lived in the same house. Grimmauld never had an encounter with Death Eaters or Voldemort himself. You had all of Sirius’ money, not to mention your own job. A wizard bakery on a muggle street made a lot more money than people might think. Why wouldn’t it? After filling out an application, the Ministry approved of your business using magic in the presence of muggles. The Lady’s Bakery not only made the most delicious treats around but people felt literally sucked into books. Of course, muggles didn’t realize that they actually were. But every review that stated reading books just felt better in your bakery was an extra customer the next day.  

Plus you were in charge of managing Lily and James’ funds for Harry until he was of age. So you had the funds to take care of a child. You weren’t letting this go without a fight. The Ministry realized they weren’t going to win and reluctantly agreed to let you take Harry. You weren’t the problem. It was your connection to Sirius Black that was. You maintained your husband was innocent. That made them concerned about Harry being near you, Sirius might use your naivety to get to Harry and finish the job of killing the Potters. 

“Thank you,” you said with a sigh. “I won’t be informing the Dursleys, someone can do that on my behalf. I might hurt them if I see them. You said Harry was where again?”

~~

You coughed as you exited the fireplace. The Weasleys’ must use their fireplace quite a lot or you came before it had been cleaned for the week. Multiple redheads stared at you in surprise. The letter from Fudge came only moments after you in the form of a Howler.

Harry’s mouth slowly dropped open as the letter continued. You stood there awkwardly as Fudge tried to convince Harry to say no. He mentioned Sirius’ supposed crimes more than once. The boy thought. He remembered the photo album that Hagrid gave him towards the end of first year. There were lots of pictures of his parents. But, there were also pictures of the Potters’ friends. 

Harry already knew about Sirius when he asked Professor McGonagall if she had known all the people in one of the pictures. She told him rather reluctantly about Sirius and very enthusiastically about you. Sure, Harry didn’t understand how his godfather could be innocent— McGonagall’s story was good enough proof for him— but he didn’t think you were a bad person for thinking so. Wasn’t that what couples did anyway? See the best in each other until there’s absolute proof. 

He liked you. He liked hearing all the stories McGonagall had of you. You had taken care of Lily the entire time she was pregnant, after scolding James for not using protection. Honestly, everyone thought you and Sirius would be the accidental pregnancy of the group. James forgetting protection was expected. But Lily not remembering was an absolute shock. You took every opportunity up until her birth to make fun of her for it. Even after Harry was born, you were always around. You took your duties as godmother very seriously. 

You smiled when Harry agreed even after hearing Fudge’s letter. Mr. Weasley ushered you over to the table to have breakfast with the rest of them. While you enjoyed the food, you were all about business. Harry looked over the document folder you handed him. It held all the legal documents regarding your custody and what that entails. 

“Oh,” you said after taking another bite of bacon. “I have this for you.” 

“What is it?” Harry asked as he took the bundle of letters. 

“Lily got a little carried away with parenting books at the beginning. She made James write a bunch of letters with her throughout the pregnancy. Two letters for your birthday until you're an adult. She went with muggle age instead of wizard age so you’ll have eighteen sets of letters instead of seventeen.”

Harry stuttered through a thank you. His fingers ran over the ink on the envelope. The difference in his mom and dad’s handwriting was pretty obvious on the letters. He wasn’t ready to open them yet but he was just happy to have them. And now he had something to look forward to on his birthdays, more letters. 

“Have you bought your supplies yet?” 

“We were all going after breakfast,” Mrs. Weasley said. 

You nodded. “Perfect. Polaris is running the bakery for me all day so I can come with you… If that’s okay?” 

You weren’t sure what was pushy or not. Harry wanted to live with you but neither one of you really knew each other yet so you didn’t want to be overbearing. You went with everyone to the fireplace to head to Diagon Alley. Your mouth dropped open when it was Harry’s turn. Whatever he said, it definitely wasn’t Diagon Alley. A huff left your mouth when you finally found him being led out of Knockturn Alley by Hagrid. Your godson was going to be a handful. 

“Textbooks first,” Mrs. Weasley said. You agreed. 

Harry handed you the shopping list. You couldn’t help the eye roll when you saw who the books were by. Each one for Defense Against the Dark Arts was by Gilderoy Lockhart. You remembered him in school. You took a deep breath and braced yourself for entering the bookstore. Most of the women and some of the men were swooning over the blonde wizard in light blue robes.

The only people that weren’t entranced with him were the people not attracted to men and you. You shook your head as Harry’s friend, Hermione, was swooning with who you could only assume was another Hogwarts student. Oh, if only they knew the man. 

You watched Gilderoy smile at every single camera and talk about himself. The main photographer, who you could only assume was hired by Lockhart himself, kept shoving people out of the way. You looked down in annoyance when he pushed Ron into you. The children just wanted their textbooks. There was no need for him to be rude. 

“Out of the way. This is for the Daily Prophet!” 

Lockhart looked up from the book he was signing. A large smile broke out when his eyes locked on Harry. 

“Here we go,” you muttered under your breath. 

Gilderoy practically ran around the table to reach Harry. He shook your godson’s hand rather aggressively. He posed for pictures and reveled in the applause that got even louder in the bookstore. You watched with disinterest as he went on a speech about giving the textbooks to Harry for free and signed. You already knew that you would actually buy the books and give the free ones to the Weasleys. You didn’t know much about them but when you guys had gone to get Ginny’s wand, they had been concerned about the cost.  

“Enjoy those books, Potter. Have a gr— Y/N.” Lockhart dropped his hold on Harry’s hand. He slicked back his hair and got closer to you. “I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever.” 

“Because you haven’t. Let’s go, Harry.” 

“Wait, wait.” Gilderoy grabbed your arm. “Let’s go on a date, this Saturday. I’ll le—”

“Gilderoy. I’m still married.” 

“Oh, please. You two didn’t even have a proper wedding and he’s a criminal.” 

You ripped your arm from his grasp. “Sirius is innocent. And may I remind you that you and I have been over for years. You broke up with me. Remember?” 

You guided Harry and the others out the store before Gilderoy could say another word. You were in such a rush that you didn’t even have a response to Lucius who sneered at you as you walked past. The rest of shopping went by smoothly. You stopped right in front of the Public Floo Network and turned to face your godson. 

“There’s only a few weeks of summer left. If you want to stay with your friends, you can,” You said, scratching the back of your head. 

“Can Ron and Hermione come over?” 

“Yeah, kid.” 

“Then I think I want to go with you.” 

“Okay. Let’s send your stuff home and then we can go.” 

Harry had no clue where he was going after you two left the Burrow. You could have taken the Floo right back to your house but you thought it was important for him to know how to get to it on the street. His mouth dropped open as the veiling charm disappeared and he saw a door appear between 11 and 13 Grimmauld. You couldn’t help but chuckle.

You remembered having that exact expression the very first time you showed up to Grimmauld. Both you and Harry held your ears as a portrait started screaming. You apologized while covering it back up. You had never figured out how to unstick Walburga’s painting from the foyer. All her moving sometimes opened the curtain that kept her covered up.  

“Moony!” You yelled into the house as you took off your shoes. “The kid’s here!” 

A lanky man that towered over literally everyone he met came downstairs. His slipper covered feet shuffled across the floor and met you just as you and Harry reached the living room. Cup of tea in one hand, he gave you a sideways hug before giving you a kiss on the cheek. Harry looked a bit confused while Remus just laughed. You and him were childhood friends. Cheek kisses meant absolutely nothing between the two of you. 

“Harry’s here?” a voice from upstairs called. 

Quick footsteps thudded down the stairs. Regulus was putting up his wet hair in a bun before giving you a hug. You and Regulus had grown to have a decent relationship. It took a while and a lot of yelling on Sirius’ end but the younger Black brother had changed into a good person. He even came over once a week to help clean the house, especially taking care of everything when it was a Moony Night.  

“Reg! When did you get here?” 

“Not too long ago. I’ve been clearing out my old room for Harry.” 

“Are you sta— Reg, is that cologne? Merlin, do you have a date?”

He rolled his eyes. “I figured it was time to try again. I got tired of being a pitiful divorcee.”  

Despite having his own flat, Regulus was over constantly. By that extension, Kreacher was over almost all the time. The little house elf appeared. Harry was very reluctant to take his hand, not enjoying house elves after his meeting with Dobby. Kreacher didn’t care and led him up to his new room. He had only been there for a few minutes but Harry already felt like Grimmauld was better than the Dursleys. He had his own room to start with… and it only had a lock on the inside. 

“Alright. Time to go.” 

Harry shoved his trunks into the fireplace and watched them disappear. While he was excited to go back to school, he was actually going to miss Grimmauld. The few weeks he had been there were amazing. You counted that he had all his trunks before continuing towards the platforms at King’s Cross Station. You, Remus, and Regulus gave Harry hugs before leaving him with the Weasleys so he could get on the train. 

The three of you went in your own directions. Regulus had his own job to get to. Beauxbatons was starting school on the same day that Hogwarts did so he could only spare so many minutes. He initially ran to France because he had to go into hiding after switching sides. Nowadays, he stayed because he liked it and had a nice job. 

Remus, stubborn as ever, refused to let you hire him and struggled to keep up various jobs. It was unfair. He was the most brilliant person you knew and being a werewolf never stopped him from working. While he was stubborn about jobs, at least he didn’t complain when you refused to let him live in a rundown house. Remus had saved enough money for a house a while ago but without Sirius around he decided to stay at Grimmauld for you. It felt wrong to leave you alone in the big house. 

You had to get in to open the bakery for the day. Your days were rather monotonous but you liked it. You would prep the bakery, then sit at the window counter and try to put together a waterproof case for Sirius, only getting up when you needed to serve customers. With a flick of your wand, the batters started stirring. You attached your buzzer— so you would know if a customer needed you— to your jeans and moved to sit at the counter.

It was a rather slow morning, only having a few customers come through. You set down the bacon and egg panini as well as a cup of Purple Lotus tea in front of the customer. He was the only one who hadn’t ordered to go, sitting down two seats away from you at the counter. He looked over when you sighed. 

“Tough morning?” 

“Sorry. I’m working on a case and it is seeming impossible.” 

The man sat up. “A case? Law?” 

“Yeah.” 

“I’m actually a lawyer.” 

You almost fell out of your chair. Not a single lawyer in the wizarding world had wanted to take Sirius’ case no matter how much money you offered them. You didn’t trust a Ministry assigned lawyer either. So you had gone back to school. No one in your grade got much of a higher education considering there was a war. But when you weren’t helping the Order, you did take culinary lessons because you always wanted to run a bakery. After your husband was arrested, you started studying law on your own. You had even gone to some classes for it but quickly left when none of them covered your situation. Sirius didn’t mind you studying when you came to visit him. As long as he could see someone, he didn’t care what they talked about. 

You raised an eyebrow. “I don’t suppose you know who Sirius Black is, do you?”

“Who?” 

The man had to be a muggle. You sighed. “Nevermind. I don’t think I could possibly explain it to you.” 

“Try me.” 

You looked around. This was breaking the Statue of Secrecy on so many levels. At the same time, if it could help Sirius then you would do it. You locked the door to the bakery and put up the closed sign before pulling out your wand. The lawyer— Ben— looked in awe as you pulled out your wand and performed magic. It didn’t take very long to convince him. You tucked your wand back into your sleeve. 

“I am going to have to obliviate you when this is all over.” 

Ben shrugged. “This is still the coolest thing ever.” 

“Okay. I mean I won’t if you don’t consent to that.” You moved over to sit closer to him. “This is Sirius… my husband.” 

Ben took in a breath. 

“I know. He’s, uh, he’s in jail for murder. But he’s innocent,” you added quickly. 

“How many counts?” 

“Thirteen.” 

“Are you sure he’s innocent because this is an uphill battle?” 

“He is. I know it.” 

“Okay. Let me see the trial papers. We’ll start from there.” 

“There are none.” 

Ben was appalled to hear about the lack of trial. He became more invested as you told him everything. You had just given Harry back to Lily so she and James could leave for the night. Ever since they went into hiding, they only came to your house. You had never been to their place. Not once. Sirius had been gone the entire day on Order missions. Remus was gone too because it was a Moony Night. You gave a final wave to your friends and your godson before closing the door to Grimmauld. 

It was early in the morning when there was lots of knocking on your door. You had been so confused when Dumbledore shoved Harry into your arms. Sleep-deprived and scared was how you found out your best friends had just died. You had no clue what Dumbledore meant when he asked you to notify him as soon as Sirius got home. You never got the chance to find out. Three days later, Aurors stormed your bakery and took your godson away from you. 

“What you need is something to prove innocence. Even the smallest piece of information would clear him with a case this extreme,” Ben said as he packed up to head over to his office. “I’ll be by whenever I’m free to help you until it’s solved.” 

“Thank you so much.”

“Not a problem. Solving a wizard case is the peak of my career, even if no one else knows about it.” 

The man left without another word. You packed up the case file and went back to work. The entire time you were thinking about how you could find evidence. Sirius had told you about that night more times than you could count. There was no evidence that wasn’t anecdotal. It was all that was on your mind, even as you closed up the shop. You blinked as a letter hit you in the face when you got home. 

“Leave my child alone, Severus!” You said as you marched into his office. 

“Mr. Potter isn’t your child.” 

“I’m his legal guardian and you’re testing my patience.” 

You and Severus were cut off by McGonagall coming in. You took Harry’s face in your hands, looking at him and Ron with so much concern in your eyes. 

“Are you two okay?” 

They nodded. 

“Good. What were you possibly thinking? Why didn’t you come home? Send a letter?” 

Harry scratched at his face. “I guess we panicked. I didn’t really think of that.” 

You sighed and turned him over to McGonagall. So Harry wasn’t just similar to James in looks but also dumbass personality. While you were mortified, Sirius was laughing when you told him the story. Every Sunday, you were at Azkaban. You frowned as you looked at your husband. 

“You’re even thinner than last month.” 

“Love, I promise I’m eating everything they give me.” 

“It’s not enough.” 

“Stop worrying about me. How are you?” 

“The same as ever. I’m a very routine person you know.” 

He chuckled and nodded. The year was pleasant for Sirius but not for you. He got life from hearing you read the letters that Harry sent to you. You just got more upset at not finding a single bit of evidence to support your husband. Sirius clapped as you stood up after you told him why you had to leave early. 

“Always knew teaching suited Moons.” 

“He’s worried out of his mind. Harry kept offering all summer to be a practice student but that just made him more nervous.” 

“Tell them I said hi.” 

“I will. I love you.” 

“Love you too.” 

It broke your heart when it was time to leave. You never told the others that Sirius thought of them. They still thought he was guilty. Or they were unsure of his innocence and didn’t want to set themselves up to be disappointed. So you said nothing when you made it to Platform 9 and ¾ and found Harry and Remus. You gave them both hugs. 

“Rem, I put the first supply in your trunk. I’ll send more before your nights each month.” 

“Thank you, Y/N.” 

“Harry, dear, try not to get in trouble this year.” 

“It always finds me.” 

“Harry.” 

“Alright, alright. I promise I’ll try, Mum.” 

You both paused. It was the first time he ever called you by anything and you certainly weren’t expecting him to say that. It had taken Harry all of four weeks to call Remus ‘Uncle’ when he first came to live with you. He still hadn’t called you anything. Harry had been trying to process it on his own. He wanted to know how he felt about you. Mum just felt right. He gave you one final hug before boarding the train. 

Harry’s promise of keeping out of trouble lasted all of three seconds. You didn’t understand how it was possible to get detention before the second month was even over. It was supposed to be a calm year. Harry was supposed to go to Hogsmeade with his friends, do homework, and have fun. 

Remus came back home late one night. He shook his head as he exited the fireplace, holding up a piece of folded up parchment. 

“You won’t believe what I just busted your son for having.” 

You set down your book. “Rem, aren’t you on chaperone duties? It’s midnight. Merlin, it’s midnight. Was he out of bed?” 

“Yep,” Remus said, popping the ‘p’. He placed the parchment in your hand. “I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.” 

You scoffed as Remus left. James had hidden the map in a library book that was never checked out when you guys had graduated. There was no need for it since it only showed Hogwarts. How Harry managed to come across it was beyond you. For old times sake you laid out the entire map across the coffee table. You were shocked it still worked. You found Remus heading back to his room.

The map even had Harry’s name. So it did actually update itself. James and Sirius were brilliant at Charms but to create an enchantment like this was actually amazing. You started to fold the map back when a name caught your eye. You jumped off of the couch and pulled the map to your face. Peter Pettigrew’s name was staring right back at you.         

(part 2)

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Shatter - Caught Off Guard (Din x Reader)

A/N: It’s finally here! I’m so excited to share this with all of you. I hope you love these characters as much as I have fallen in love with them. The reader has a name in this fic, but that’s the only descriptor of her. Past that, nothing else, I don’t think. I still use “you” mostly, the name is only used a handful of times. This was meant to be a multi chapter fic, but it’s just not wanting to translate that way, so it’s going to be a series of one shots and a whiff of continuity. Please feel free to send me scenarios, prompts, requests for these crazy kids! Just remember to stick to the rules.

I do not own Star Wars or it’s characters. Sadly. But I carry them in my heart. Does that count for something? My soul says yes.

Warnings: Snark, Grogu being the cutest thing you ever did see, Din is a warning in and of himself in this one. Typical show violence. Light swear words. Space swearing. My Mandalorians do what they want. Banter. So much banter. And you’ll probably fall in love with them like I did. (I don’t make the rules.)

Word count: 11,767

Thanks to @grippingbeskar​ for encouraging me, looking over this for me, and being the one to introduce me to Din fanfiction in the first place, getting me hooked. You are fantastic and I always love our chats.

Also a shout out to @blondiwankenobi​, @what-the-heckin-heck​, and @dontletyourchildrenwatchthis​ for reading it over for me as I went and telling me I wasn’t crazy. (And @deceiverofgodss​ for helping me with the Mando’a - You’re a life saver.)

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Din’s head was swimming. He’d had delegate after delegate paraded in front of him, cabinet member after cabinet member, he couldn’t keep them all straight. This one did that and that one did this and these did those and he was about to scream.

He’d never wanted the Darksaber to begin with, much less all of…. This that came with it. The politicking, the rules, the traditions at every corner. What title he had to go by, how people were allowed to address him and he them, and a whole slew of other atrocities he didn’t even want to think about. He’d never wanted to be just Din so badly in his life. Not even Mando was applicable anymore, the one time a visiting senator had let it slip in idle conversation, a whole courtroom of T visors had turned at the moniker, and Din knew instantly that was out.

They had to address him as the Mand'alor and not much else, the monotony of the title growing thin in his mind. 

The only time his interest has been piqued for days was with the introduction of his head of strategy and tactics. You had been introduced as Ti, just Ti, and he’d tilted his head ever so slightly to get a better look at you.

You’d nodded once at him in respect before standing at attention once again, straight as a tree on Endor, head held high. Your full beskar was painted, white with hints of the bare silver shining through here and there, almost like features, light and shadows. It stood out almost as much as his own polished beskar, he thought with amusement. So you weren’t shy.

His softer musings soon faded once you opened your mouth and began to retort the proposed security arrangement, an irritation growing faster than he’d ever felt before. He didn’t understand how such a lovely voice could be so instantly grating so quickly.

“I disagree,” you’d said, staring down at the holo table projecting the proposed guard rotations for the next week. “If we leave it like this, we leave ourselves, and most importantly the Mand'alor, open to an attack.”

Din snorted. “Who is going to attack right now? Does anyone even know this isn’t a ghost planet anymore?”

You’d stared at him, your gaze unwavering. “With respect, Mand'alor, I am the head of security at the moment-”

“I thought you were strategy and tactics.”

“I am. But because of our low numbers, I am also in charge of security, as I said. And it would be a good strategy to not leave ourselves vulnerable like this. Our tactics need to be much more thorough and thought out.”

Din let out a huff, crossing his arms over his chest as he stared at the table.

“May I go on?” You asked after a moment, your voice sounded amused.

“Yes, go on,” Din made an impatient gesture with one hand before crossing it back over his chest.

“Okay. As I was saying, right now, anyone who cares to attack will know our numbers are low, and will attack here and here,” you touched two glaringly void areas that beeped then enlarged to show your point. “I think we need to rearrange our guards over here, and post more at this wall. That way we aren’t left open.”

Din stared at the table in silence, watching it simulate your proposal on a loop. “Do what she says,” he finally mumbled, turning and walking away.

Each encounter had gone on like that. He wasn’t sure what exactly it was about you that was driving him crazy, he just knew whenever you seemed to show up, the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end, and a queasy feeling like indigestion twisted in his gut. He’d reverted to his old habits of silence and ominous staring, hoping eventually you might take the hint and simply quit pointing at the holo tables so effectively.

You were never wrong, your insight extremely valuable to him, but ever since that first day, he just rolled his eyes under his helmet whenever your name was mentioned. 

It didn’t help that Grogu thought you hung the moon. He was your little green shadow at all times, cooing after you, and trying desperately to scale your armor and find purchase in your arms. The two of you weren’t often separated, and where one was, the other was surely close by. Din felt a tugging at his heart strings as he watched you go over the weekly report at the holo table, his son climbing all over your shoulders and helmet as if it were his own personal playground. The strings cinched tight when the child began to fall once, a relieved sigh passing through his modulator when you reached out without a second look and caught him before he could fall far, the child giggling like that was his plan all along.

You’d become a necessary evil in his life, but one he wasn’t starting to mind all that much. Sure, you got on his absolute last nerve, but you did it without stepping on eggshells around him like everyone else. You stomped right on through unapologetically, and he had to admit, he admired that.

The child lightly tugged at the holster of your blaster from his spot in his floating cradle next to you, and without even glancing his way, you gently unhooked his hand and pushed it back into the cradle as he squealed softly.

Moments like this were cracking Din’s resolve. It was hard to hate someone who made the mundane look so damn…. Good.

It was one of these days when it happened. An attack, out of the blue. Stormtroopers flooded the buildings, blaster fire was heard around every corner, the thudding of footsteps echoing off the still barren walls.

Quickly punching the code into his vambrace, the kid’s cradle shut tight with him inside before it hovered over to his side. Standing at the ready, Din suddenly found himself pushed behind you, stumbling slightly at the impact of your body against his. “Move!” He growled.

“No.”

“That’s an order,” Din tried again, attempting to push around you. The words felt foreign coming out of his mouth and sounded even more bizarre even to his own ears. This wasn’t him, he wasn’t a leader, it was just supposed to be him and the kid on a ship somewhere quiet and warm.

Shrugging out of his grip, you rounded on him, staring right into his visor. “With all due respect, I still decline to oblige as it’s a stupid maneuver.”

Din scoffed.

“Oh, get your helmet on straight and stay behind me!” You just register his helmet tilting to the side as you turn your back to him. “I’m still your head of security, strategy and tactics, and the answer to all of that is me protecting you.”

“I can protect myself. I’ve been doing it for years.”

A stormtrooper ran into the room right then, and both of you drew and fired your blasters in the blink of an eye, the shots sounding in tandem. The trooper fell with a thud, skidding across the floor on the front of their armor for a few inches before scraping to a halt.

“As you can see, you need my protection.”

Din simply stared at the back of your helmet, dumbfounded. “And what makes you think that?”

“I just shot that trooper first!”

“No, I did!”

You barked out a laugh, helmet tilting back with the effort. “No. No, that was me, Mand'alor.”

“Call me Din,” he grunted after a moment. “I’m getting really tired of that title.”

“I’ll call you whatever you want, just stay behind me.”

One of the officials who had been ducked behind a nearby wall ran over, standing just off to your right, facing the both of you. “We have to get out of here, Din-”

“You don’t get to call me that,” Din said sternly, finger raised and pointing at the man in warning.

“Oh. My mistake. I thought you just said-”

“You thought wrong.”

“I knew it. I told all of you this was going to happen,” you hissed, looking around the room, hand coming to the side of your helmet to change your display.

“You were right. Are you happy?” Din’s droll tone made you smile as you continued to scan the room.

“Only that I was right, but not in what I was right about. I would never be happy about our planet or our people suffering again for any reason.” You zeroed in on what you were looking for at the back of the room as you looked over Din’s shoulder. “I hope you know that,” you added softly, turning your visor just enough to look at him straight on, having to tilt your head back just slightly.

He only nodded after a moment of hesitation, his gaze holding yours a moment too long to be considered a simple response.

Explosions in the distance echoed off the stone walls, the low sound waves concussing against your chest, vibrating in your beskar unsettlingly. 

“We need to get to that room back there,” you pointed with your blaster at the far wall. “There’s a hidden entrance to secret passageways that will get us to the hangars so we can get off planet and regroup.”

“Not to sound like a pessimist, but what good will that do?” Din’s voice was dry, sardonic. “We already regrouped here, and look where that got us.” He held his hands out to the sides, gesturing to the chaos that surrounded everything. “My friend was right when he said the Empire turned this planet to glass.”

Another explosion rocked the stone walls, this one closer, pieces of rubble and dirt skittering along the floor from the impact.

“Then I’ll shatter.”

The two of you shared a long look, the heavy implication of your words not wasted on him. For weeks now you had gotten on his absolute last nerve, and he tried to blame it on so many things, but he saw now it was simply due to the fact that the two of you were too similar for your own good. Fire feeds fire, and rain can turn a trickle into a torrent. The two of you fed into the other unconsciously and it made sparks in a dry forest, dangerous and deadly.

He nodded once. “We both will.”

“This is the way,” you offered.

“This is the way,” he returned.

TIE Fighters screamed overhead.

“But the Empire is gone!” The official cried, still standing where you’d left him, hands darting above his head as part of the ceiling crumbled down.

“Tell them that!” You yelled, tilting your head up toward the TIEs in question, and you swore you heard the Mand'alor- Din laugh.

“Whatever is left of them, they obviously intend to finish what they started,” you shouted over the roar of approaching blaster fire. “We need to move now.”

The two men followed after you silently as you approached the hidden door, scanning it for the opening mechanism tucked away somewhere.

“How do you even know about these tunnels?” Din asked hurriedly, turning and watching the main door while you felt the stones for a pressure plate.

“I’m the head of security. It’s my job.”

The official snorted a laugh, two T visors turning his way in question. “The child found them last week while they were playing hide and seek. She couldn’t find him for almost a whole day. When she did, the poor thing had fallen asleep just on the other side of the door.”

“So that’s why he was bouncing off the walls that one day. I couldn’t figure it out,” Din mumbled absently. “He got a nap way too early. I barely slept that whole night.”

“You lived,” you said after a second, staring at him only a moment longer before turning back to the wall and pressing the plate you’d finally found.

Any further conversation was drowned out by the loud grinding mechanism of stone against stone as the door slid open slowly. Much too slowly.

“Come on, come on, come on,” you mumbled, gesturing needlessly at the door. 

“Say it again, maybe it’ll listen.”

You slowly turned your head to level a glare at Din’s snark. Once it was fully open, you stepped to the side and held out your arm toward the opening. “Ladies first.”

“Don’t mind if I do,” the official said, brushing past the two of you and your prickly stare off. Once he was in the tunnel, he called back to the both of you, his voice echoing in the maze of hallways. “Are you two going to just stand there and make eyes at each other, or are you coming in?”

“We aren’t making eyes at each other,” Din mumbled bitterly as he stomped into the chamber, the floating cradle following after him. 

“Maybe you weren’t, but I was,” you said offhandedly, enjoying teasing him. “What good is a helmet if you can’t creepily stare at someone occasionally?”

“That is not the way,” Din grumbled.

“It’s a way,” you countered. Stepping into the hallway, the door shut behind you with a thud.

The three of you exchanged looks for a long moment before you finally broke the silence, turning to the official. Drawing your blaster and pressing the end of the muzzle right up against the soft exposed part of his chin under his helmet, you cocked it, ready to fire. Stepping in close, putting your body between them, your blaster whirred as it charged up. 

“You know, I don’t think I caught your name.”

“Ti, lower your blaster.” Din’s tone was low, almost soft.

“Why? This guy shows up a few days ago, and before I’ve had a chance to fully vet him, suddenly the Empire is knocking on our door. So tell me, official, sir,” your voice turned mocking, the end of your blaster digging into the soft spot under his chin, making his head tilt back slightly. “Did you have any part in this?”

“No,” he was quick to answer, voice emphatic.

“Ti….” Din’s warning was once again ignored.

“How do I know you’re not lying?” You shifted your weight slightly, adjusting your hold on your blaster.

“You’re going to have to trust me.”

“Ti.” Din’s voice was more firm, slightly louder, but still you ignored it.

“I don’t have to do shi-”

“Ti! I said that’s enough!” Din boomed, pulling you off of the official who relaxed with a sigh, his shoulders rolling forward. “Stand down!”

“It’s my job to protect you, Mand’alor,” you hissed. “Everything I said is true. His clearance was stalled and I wasn’t able to fully vet him yet. He could be-”

“I will vouch for him.” Din’s words stopped you short, making you take a small step back. “He’s been helping me all week with all the little things, and right now, I trust him.” He reached out and disarmed your blaster, the whirring winding down as you lowered your arm. “So trust me.”

Shaking your head at him after a moment, you shoved your blaster into its holster before turning back to the stranger.

“I still didn’t catch a name.”

After a deep breath, he began to rattle off something in Mando’a, but you cut him off.

“Speak plainly,” you said. “There is no need to stand on pomp and circumstance right now.”

“It is tradition!” He floundered.

“There is a time and place for tradition.” Looking around the small hidden passageway you were crammed into, an explosion rocked the walls from somewhere nearby, the low sound waves making dirt crumble down from the ceiling between you. “This isn’t it.”

Nodding slowly with a sigh, he dug into the pocket of his belt, producing a small comlink. “Take this,” he handed it to you. “It has a message for the Mand'alor explaining everything. You have to get on a ship and get out of here.” Blaster fire sounded down the hallway, all three helmets turned toward the sound before they looked back to one another, hands now resting idly on their blasters. “Go to hangar 5, there is a gift for the Mand'alor from his friend Boba Fett. It still needs many repairs, but you can fix it as you go-”

“Go? Go where?” Din cut in.

“Somewhere safe,” the official said on a sigh.

“Is anywhere safe?”

“I hope so. For the sake of our planet and its new ruler, I hope so.”

“I still didn’t catch your name,” you say hurriedly, taking a few steps backwards down the hall towards your destination. 

“My name isn’t important,” he shook his head before waving you down the hall, drawing his blaster. “Now go!” He stood by the door, blaster in hand, ready and waiting should their secret hideout be found.

“How do you know the way?” Din asked after a few turns.

“After I found them, I mapped them out and marked them like we do our coverts.” You stopped abruptly, rounding on him and reaching out to press the side of his helmet and activate his display, ignoring his grunt in response. Whirling back around, you began again as you forged forward. “I marked them with corresponding letters in Basic, should a visiting diplomat ever need to use them. The hangars should be this way.” You pointed straight ahead, walking a bit faster.

Din looked around at the various symbols now visible through his display. There were so many. This place was a maze. Turning to look behind him, he saw a single symbol leading back toward the throne room. A mythosaur. Squinting to see what was smudged to the side, Din backtracked a few steps to get a closer look, and saw the smallest little mudhorn beside each mythosaur. Reaching his hand up, he lightly traced over the symbol, jumping slightly when he heard you call his name, glancing over his shoulder to see you motioning him forward. With one last look at the sigil, he turned and began to follow you again. 

Darting down the hallways, the child’s cradle in tow, you were both careful to make the least amount of noise possible. Sometimes the sounds of battle on the other side of the wall sounded like they were on the other side of a piece of paper, and would break through at any moment.

“This feels wrong,” Din sighed as you ducked past a particularly thin part of the wall. 

“What do you mean?”

“They are out there fighting for our planet, for me, and I’m in here, running away.”

You snorted. “You think they’re fighting for you? Someone has a big head.”

Din scoffed. “For the last few weeks all I’ve been told by every official at my ear is how every Mandalorian will do everything they can in defense of our planet and its new protector.”

You let out a soft groan, rolling your eyes. “No pressure, guys…. Kriff. I’m sorry. If I had heard them I would have knocked some sense into them.”

“I take it you would have done so violently?” Din chuckled.

You shrugged. “I like to have variety.”

“Why is your first response to everything so….”

“Violent?” You teased.

“Physical.”

Sobering up a bit, you tried to focus on your breathing. “You remember what it’s like out there, out in the galaxy on your own.”

“I do. I miss it,” Din agreed softly.

“I do, too. Well, most of it. I’m not like you. I’m not a big scary bounty hunter with a reputation to make someone think twice before messing with me. They see a Mandalorian, and sure, they pause before they do something stupid, but I’m just a random Mando, and a woman at that. Most people are idiots. We don’t mix well.”

Din chuckled.

“It’s become a defense mechanism, and I forget I can turn it off now that I’m here…. Now that I’m home.” Your voice had grown soft.

“Mandalore is home for you?”

“No. But isn’t it supposed to be? That’s what’s instilled in us, at least. Or it feels like it. I was a foundling, a victim of another war torn planet in the Empire’s early days.”

“I…. I was also a foundling.” Din isn’t sure he actually said that out loud.

“I know,” you returned equally as soft.

“I was raised in the fighting corps, just like you, then swore the creed. Only to find out I had sworn to a cult, The Children of The Watch.”

Din stopped in his tracks, all of this sounding too familiar.

Sensing his reaction, you turned to face him, stopping as well. “I know what you’re thinking. Yes, it’s true. They are a bunch of radicals who take The Way to an extreme, Din. We’re not meant to live our lives stuck behind a visor, surrounded by a world of black and white. We’re not supposed to have no one to share all of life’s special moments with. How does it make sense to never see the eyes of someone special to you, once you find them? How they smile when you say their name? The way their face crinkles up when they laugh at your horrible jokes? And that’s assuming your person is another Mandalorian. If they aren’t, there’s still a visor in the way, between you and them. Not only would you not see their eyes, you wouldn’t see them with your own eyes. Tell me how that makes sense.”

“It-”

“And don’t tell me it’s because we are all the same in beskar.” You shifted your weight to one leg, rolling your head to the other side as you kept your gaze on him. “I know for a fact you would throw seventy five percent of your cabinet members to a pack of Jawas for scrap and they all wear beskar. You don’t think of them as equal. You don’t even tolerate them more. The beskar makes no difference. All it does is keeps us safe from a galaxy trying to hunt us down, and at the same time, keeps us from truly connecting with others.”

A moment of silence settled between you before Din asked softly, “Have you ever removed your helmet?”

“Yes,” you answered without hesitation. “And so have you.”

Din took in a sharp breath, stumbling back a bit as the words hit him in the chest. It was the first time he’d heard them out loud since he’d told the Armorer he had.

“And yet here you are, Din, Mand’alor, and a Mandalorian in the eyes of everyone who matters.”

“So you still consider me Mandalorian?”

You scoffed. “Of course I do. I just said in the eyes of everyone who matters, didn’t I?” Turning, you began down the hallway, looking for the next symbol to guide your way.

Din laughed. “Oh, okay. I’m sorry.” He began walking again. “And you say I have a big head.”

“Oh, I know I have a big head. You, I only have suspicions about.” You turned to look at him over your shoulder, head slightly tilted in amusement. “But you keep confirming my suspicions.”

Finally making it to the last set of symbols indicating the hangar, you used your helmet to look through the wall for heat signatures, holding one arm out to the side in an effort to keep Din behind you.

“Looks like it’s empty, thank the Force.”

“Mar’e,” Din breathed. (“At last.”)

“I’m surprised you didn’t push past me,” you mumbled as the door slid open after you activated the hidden switch. “I had my arm out and everything, ready for a fight.”

“I’m saving my energy,” he said lowly, the smallest hint of teasing to his tone as he stood directly behind you, waiting for the door to come to a stop. 

Letting out a snort of laughter, you dropped your arm to your side, shaking your head gently at his antics. “At least my job is never dull.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” he added softly, a chuckle making his voice bounce over the words.

With a soft click the door came to a stop, leaving a gaping hole in front of you. Signs with arrows pointing to the numbered hangars rested high on the walls. 

“Just a little further and we’ll be at hangar 5. Right through there….” You pointed straight ahead, seeing a pile of scrap metal through the small doorway. Letting out a sigh, you began towards the door quickly. “I hope that pile of junk doesn’t block the way of the shi….” As you crossed the threshold, you realized the pile of scrap was the ship. “….p.” You finished the word with a pop, your modulator crackling with the sound, eyes going wide as you surveyed something surely not flightworthy. 

Both you and Din spoke at the same time.

“Kriff.”

“Mesh’la.”

Whipping your head to the side to stare at him, you tilted your helmet to show just how confused he’d made you. “Beautiful? Really? You’re calling that…. Thing beautiful?”

“I am and it is….” His voice was wistful as he approached the relic, reaching up to run a hand lightly along the surface of the old Razor Crest.

“Our goal is to escape, not die,” you said dryly, staring at him in mortification.

He lolled his head over to look at you, and you couldn’t help the small smile the motion brought to your face.

“If that’s your goal, this ship will get you there.”

Letting out a soft groan, you dug through your pouch on your belt to find the comm that would explain all this.

“Maybe there’s an explanation from your friend. Surely. I mean, if my ‘friend’ sent me this pile of bantha fodder, I’d-”

“Okay,” Din cut you off, his voice lilting with restrained laughter. “Send the message through our helmets so nobody overhears.”

“If anyone does, we can just offer them the piece of shit behind us. No, wait, they wouldn’t even want it. So much for negotiations….” You grumbled as you began fumbling with the comlink. “Isn’t your friend some super rich crime lord or something?”

Din chuckled. “Something like that. Why?”

You slammed the comlink against your palm with a growl. “This is the lowest grade, oldest comlink I have seen in years. I’m surprised it even has the option to project to another source. Couldn’t he splurge or something, or at least send something that isn’t possibly twenty years old?”

Boba’s voice filled both of your helmets. “Is it recording?”

You sighed. “I guess that answers my question.”

“My friend,” Boba began in a loud, friendly voice. “I came across this beauty in a game of chance, and instantly knew it was meant to replace the one you lost. She hasn’t been treated very well, and needs someone to show her some love and affection, but who better to do that than you?” He let out a deep laugh, and you noticed Din shaking his head at his friend’s words.

“There is no carbonite chamber, of course, like on your last one, but a bench that doubles as a workbench and a small kitchen. I thought the foundling would approve of the change,” he chuckled over his words. 

As the laughter died off on a heavy breath, his tone turned more somber. “I can never repay you for your help here with the Pikes. But I hope this maybe can begin that process, however long it takes.”

His voice took on its earlier more playful tone again. “I look forward to doing business with Mandalore. I hear their new leader is wise, if not somewhat of a di’kut sometimes.” (“Idiot.”)

“Until next time, my friend. Ven’cabuo Manda’yaim darasuum.” (“Forever shall you protect Mandalore.”)

After Boba’s message had clicked off, you glanced down at the ancient comlink again.

“There’s a second message.”

Pressing the button, a female voice filled your helmets.

“Hello, Mando.”

You recognized the voice from a few run ins on various missions before. “Is that-”

“Fennec Shand,” Din finished, and he sounded like he was smiling.

Fennec sighed on the recording. “I tried to talk him out of it. I really did. I even tried to get him to take it to Peli just for some basic maintenance so that it wouldn’t blow up the first time you turn it on, but Boba wouldn’t stand for it.” She sighed again. “Something about the bond between man and ship and something…. I don’t know.”

She chuckled softly, her voice lowering near a whisper. “But I snuck Peli and some of her pit droids into the hanger a few nights ago to just do the basics, make sure it at least turns on smoothly for you once it gets there. Doesn’t flood the hangar with black smoke like it did here. That smell won’t come out for months.”

Boba’s voice in the background crackled over the speaker. “Fennec?”

Her voice rushed out. “I’ve got to go. Hope you enjoy the ship. Come by and see us sometime, I know Boba would enjoy it, but he would sooner take a blaster shot to the-”

“Fennec?”

“Don’t die,” she whispered in amusement before the line went dead.

“Can’t say that’s horrible advice,” you said quietly, stuffing the comlink back into your belt. 

“Don’t die. Got it.” Din nodded once, his voice somewhat mocking as he reached to access a panel on the side of the ship. It took some effort, rust sealing it shut, but with a tug, it swung open with a squeak. He pressed a button to lower the ramp, gears whirring and grinding within the deep dark recesses of the wreck, a loud moan of protest sounding from deep within. Swiping his hand against the little door to shut the panel back, it slammed closed, then fell to the ground with a graceless clatter, both of your visors following its descent silently.

You took a deep breath, about to speak, but Din interrupted you. “I don’t want to hear it.”

“Even if it was something nice?”

He looked at you. “Okay. If it was something nice. Let’s hear it.”

You hooked your thumbs into your belt, turning your visor to look at the ramp as it began to inch lower toward the ground.

“Well?” Din finally prodded when you stayed silent.

Looking back to him, you shrugged. “I didn’t say what I had to say was nice. I was just asking what if.”

Din let out a huff, hands going to his hips as he turned to watch the ramp lower. 

Grogu’s cradle opened to reveal his wide eyes blinking up at the two of you, looking between you both with a soft babble.

“Hey, kid,” you said softly, tilting your head as you looked at him. “We’re almost out of here, okay? Just a little bit further.” You turned back to the ramp that was stuck only a few inches lower than it had been when you looked away. “I hope. If this hunk o’ junk will make it to the other side of this.”

“It will,” Din confirmed fondly, slapping the side of the Crest affectionately, the ramp suddenly dropping several feet from the impact, stopping abruptly with a bang as the hydraulics locked up.

Grogu let out an amused coo as you all looked on in silence, the only other sound the ramp lowering with a struggle. Jerky, broken, bangy movements and noises echoing throughout the hangar. Smoke was coming out of weird places.

“Mhi lise shi vercopaanir.” You simply stared at the ramp as it stuttered the last few inches, dropping the last little bit with a thud. (“We can only hope.”)

Lights flickered on inside the ship, finally staying lit with a soft hum as a few decided it was still a struggle and blinked in trepidation.

“It will,” Din said emphatically, turning to you. “My Razor Crest served me well until Moff Gideon blew it up, otherwise it was doing just fine.”

You snorted out a laugh, turning to face him as well. “Yeah, that’s what I heard.” You chuckled. “I think Karga told me once when he visited a few weeks ago you showed up on Nevarro and the ship was held together with twine?”

He growled softly. “That was Mon Calamari, I had nothing to do with that patch job.”

You nodded, humming in amusement. “Mmm-hmm.”

“I didn’t!” He protested after a moment.

Holding up your hands as if in surrender, you can’t help the snicker that slips out. “I believe you!”

Rapid footsteps suddenly came racing around the hangar entrance, and four stormtroopers poured into the small space. 

“I found them!” One said, signaling the others.

“Blast them!” Another yelled.

Before they got a single shot off, the two of you had dropped them all to the ground, smoking blaster holes in their armor with deadly precision.

Turning, you find you’ve both stepped in front of the kid’s open cradle, blocking him with your beskar before opening fire. Exchanging a look, you both turn back to face one another, but don’t step away, staying in front of the kid. 

The weight of the situation settled in the air between you once again. You’d both allowed yourselves to get lost in banter and teasing, until it came roaring back into your field of view with its very real and present threat. 

You kept your voice even, speaking clearly but quickly. “Take your ship, your N1. It’s off the grid, and if we need to make a fast break, we can split up.”

Nodding, he reached into the cradle and took out his son, holding him close in the crook of his elbow, looking down into his tiny face for a brief moment before he lifted his gaze back up to hold your own. Without a word, he handed you Grogu. His gloved hand lingered on the tip of one large green ear before he withdrew his touch altogether.

“Take the child. They know my ship, and if they shoot me down on our way out of here, he’s in your care.”

You looked at him for a long moment before nodding once. “This is the way.”

“This is the way.” He unclipped the Darksaber from his belt before handing it to you, as well. “Better take this, too. Just in case.”

“No, I can’t-”

“I’m not asking you to take Mandalore, I’m trying to hand something to you for safekeeping.” He pressed it into your hand, closing both of his around yours. “I want that back.” Then he nodded to the kid. “And I guess I’ll take that back, as well.” You chuckled. “Once we reach the other side of this mess.” He began to back away towards his ship. 

“On the other side,” you agreed.

“Be. Good.” Din leaned forward slightly, waving a stern finger close to the child’s face where he still sat in your arms.

“I’m going to pretend you were talking to the kid and I’m not offended.”

“I was-” Din let out an aggravated huff when he looked back up and saw your head tilted teasingly. 

“Go,” you urged, pointing to the hangar next door with your blaster, still in your hand after shooting the troopers. Placing the child back in the cradle, you continued when you still didn’t hear his footsteps. “We’ll be right behind you.”

Turning after another long moment of silence, you found him still standing a few feet away. 

His weight shifted, like he was going to take a step away, but he remained in one spot. “If I don’t-”

You held up your hand to stop him, holstering your blaster with the other. “Nope. Don’t even finish that sentence. I’ll see you on the other side, Din.”

He nodded hesitantly, taking one step backwards before he stopped again, lingering.

Closing the cradle back up to secure the kid, and gesturing it up the ramp and into the ship, you closed the distance between you and your fellow Mandalorian in just a few quick steps. Standing toe to toe with him, your head craned back just slightly to hold his gaze with your own, you put one gloved hand on his armor clad chest and pushed gently. He began to take small steps back, and you matched every one with a step forward.

“The kid will be safe with me. I promise. I won’t let anything happen to him. It’ll be just as if he were with you. When you get on your ship, open your comms to channel two, it’s secure and I’ll try and kick this bucket of bolts behind me into gear enough to meet you there. I’ll need some help to get this monstrosity into the air, and I have a feeling you know all her secrets, so I need your head in the game, Din. Not just for me, but for the kid. If I can’t fly the shitty ship, I can’t keep him safe. Understand?”

You stopped when the slight clink of his beskar bumping into his N1 sounded in the vacant hangar.

He tilted his head at you for a long moment before he straightened again and nodded, climbing into the cockpit.

Taking a few steps backward as he powered it up, you kept your eyes on him, watching as his shoulders rolled back, his head coming up just a little higher, his movements precise.

“Din?”

He turned to look at you as the engines began to whir.

“Don’t die.”

The transparisteel slid over the cockpit, sealing him in, but you both stared blatantly at the other for another long moment before you began to take a few steps backwards towards the Razor Crest. Finally turning to face the ugliest ship in the galaxy, you jogged the last few feet, pulling the lever to shut the ramp once you were inside, and hoping beyond hope that it would close.

It protested loudly, but it closed without a hitch, sealing with a hiss once it was flush with the hull again. Gesturing the cradle up into the cockpit, you climbed the ladder after it, sending it into one of the copilot seats once the doors had shut behind you.

Opening the cradle once again, the child jabbered at you happily.

“Hey, kid. You recognize this place?” You began flipping all the necessary switches, pressing the buttons, some of them requiring extra pressure or repeated attempts.

The engines roared to life with a choking sputter at first before they purred like a well oiled machine. An alarm signaling you were being hailed began to blare, and it took three jabs of the button before it answered the call.

“Din, this ship may be falling apart, but your mechanic friend did something I can only call a miracle for the engines.” Something fell off under the console with a clatter. “They are purring.”

“You can tell her when we get there.”

You hesitated. “We’re going to Ta-”

He cut you off. “Just in case this line isn’t secure- I know you said it is, but just to be safe- don’t say it. Yes. That’s where we’re going.”

Something else fell off the side of the cockpit, falling to the floor and skittering across, coming to a stop at the bottom of the kids chair, making you hiss through your modulator.

“This ship may be running as smooth as fine wine, but that won’t do any good if it falls apart around those perfect little engines.” The console itself vibrated at a high frequency, blurring as it moved around all the button and switch slots. Your teeth chattered as you spoke. “I didn’t sign up for this.”

Din chuckled over the comm. “Kick to your right under the console.”

“Do wh-”

“You heard me. Just do it.”

Swinging your boot forward and giving it a good kick, the vibrating stopped instantly. You let out a snort. “Your ship was just fine, yeah right.”

Something began to thunk to your left.

“Smack the wall beside the sound twice.”

Reaching over, you did as he asked, shaking your head gently. “I’m dreaming. Aren’t I. That has to be it.”

Something behind the wall let out a louder thud before the sounds stopped altogether. “I’m never believing another word you say ever again. You did nothing but lie to my face about your ship holding up-”

“I just told you how to fix it!”

“Which makes us circle back to you lying about a problemless ship, Djarin!”

“That’s not fair.”

“What isn’t?” You lifted the ship up slowly, seeing his N1 slip out of the hangar beside you.

“You know my last name, and I don’t know yours.”

You scoffed, pressing the controls forward. “I’m your head of security, of course I know your name.”

“And I should know yours.” The guns of his ship sounded over the comm. “Troopers at your six, front entrance, they have heavy fire power. Power up your shields before you exit the hangar. I’ll circle back around and pick them off, you distract them.” The slick whir of his engines filled the silence. “So? What is it?”

You choked out a laugh, pressing the controls all the way forward to punch it out into the open, drawing the fire away from Din, seeing the slight slip of his sleek little ship coming in fast on the horizon. “Not so fast, Mand’alor.”

He groaned, blaster fire coating the sound both over the comm and from below as he zoomed underneath you.

An explosion behind you jostled the ship, making you lurch in your seat. Grogu let out a happy squeal, and when you turned to him, he had his arms held up over his head and a smile across his face.

Din chuckled. “Yeah, kid. We got ‘em.”

Something made a loud bang in the main part of the ship below, bouncing across the floor and you groaned. “This ship is a nightmare, Din.” You pressed the steering into a roll as you evaded further fire, stabilizing and dodging TIE Fighters by swinging hard right and left back and forth. The kid let out a little huff at the end of each tilt, making you chuckle, his own laugh coming on at the sound of yours.

“She just needs a gentle touch.”

“Of course it’s a she,” you grumbled halfheartedly, sitting up straight when his ship buzzed right over the viewport, nearly clipping the Razor Crest. It was so close the ship jostled from the wind of his ship. “Kriff! Din! Don’t do that!”

“Don’t do what? Save your ass?”

“Oh, he’s sassy now?” You chuckled again, settling back into your seat as you let out a breath, punching the ship forward again. “It’s only fair. I’ve saved yours, what, five times today alone?”

Din scoffed. “I’d hardly say-”

“Pull up.” He did what you said without question, his ship slipping up into the atmosphere with little effort, the TIEs on his tail lining up in your sights. Pressing the button, you fired the ships guns and all three of the enemy ships exploded. “The guns work. Good to know,” you mumbled, smiling when you heard his gentle scoff in disbelief. “You were saying?”

“I was going to say I’d hardly say it was five times, but now I’m wondering how exactly you got the job as the head of strategy and tactics?”

You pulled a hard left, evading some fire from the ground before swinging back alongside his ship. “Do I detect an insult?”

“I mean, if you want to….”

You rolled your eyes at his sarcastic tone. Pulling up abruptly, the ship going perpendicular with the surface of the planet, you engaged the reverse thrusters before letting the ship freefall. Your monitor began to beep incessantly of incoming ships all around. Once you felt like enough had gotten pulled in, you kicked the forward thrusters back on, the ship suspended in the air for a few seconds before it began to move in the correct direction. 

The TIEs still going full throttle continued on their collision courses, colliding with one another, the fireball expanding behind the Crest with each impact, the waves sending the ship higher and higher with minimal effort.

Setting the ship back on a horizontal plane, you saw Din fly up alongside you, so you turned to your left to look at him through the transparisteel.

“You were saying?”

He just looked at you, nodding once before he punched the accelerator, climbing up and out of the planet’s atmosphere and into the dark reaches of space.

Following close behind, you had to enter into a spin to dodge some incoming fire as he peeled off to the right, circling back around. Everywhere you looked were pieces of the Empire, Star Destroyers and TIE Fighters painting the sky in passing streaks, green bolts from their laser cannons joining the mix in between.

“This is pointless, Din. There are a dozen of them for every one of us. We just need to find our way to the edge and make the jump.” You pressed the controls forward into a dive, skimming along the edge of a Star Destroyer, three following TIEs slamming into its surface when they couldn’t pull up in time.

Din zoomed overhead, cannons blasting as he disappeared behind you. “Can’t say that’s horrible advice,” he echoed your words from earlier about Fennec’s message, and you chuckled.

Pulling up abruptly to cause two TIE Fighters to slam into one another, the other three tracking the Crest mirrored the movement, following your ascent. Trying to duck to the side, they simply did the same, every move an exact match no matter what you did. Finally gaining the upper hand, you pulled the trigger to blast the incoming ships, only for the Crest to sputter and click, nothing coming out of the cannons. You knew better, but pulled the trigger incessantly, getting the same results, the empty click sounding louder each time as the scream of the incoming ships seemed to match it.

“Din, we have a problem.” You swallowed. “The old girl’s shooting blanks.”

“What?” His ship came into view off in the distance, coming in fast.

“Cannons are down. And these assholes are onto me and my evasive maneuvers.” As if to demonstrate, you went into a dive at the last second, the enemy ships simply matching you. 

“Leave it to me.” His voice was determined. “Just do what I say. Okay?”

“Do I have a choice?” You joked, pressing the controls forward to rise back to the level his ship was.

He chuckled. “I know it’s hard for you, but I just need you to listen this once.”

“Ready and waiting.” There was silence over the comms for a long stretch, and you did your best to evade the enemy following along behind. “Din?” Your stomach began to sink, and you searched the skies as best you could through the ducks and spins of the ship to see if you could see even a flash of his sleek ship. “Din!”

“Spin!” His voice barked over the comms.

Instantly twisting the controls, you entered a spiral, the kid letting out a shriek of joy at the motion. Your monitors beeped of the incoming ships, their impending collision with the Crest or cannon fire blaring through the cockpit. “I’m gonna be sick….” You mumbled as the ship continued to spin. 

“Pull up!”

Immediately jerking the controls up, you pulled the ship into another ascent, the sea of space spinning in front of your eyes as you tried to adjust out of the spin. The proximity alarms slowed down one by one, and finally stopped, only the occasional passing ship setting them off.

“Took care of them,” Din said quietly. “Let’s get out of here.”

“Don’t have to tell me twice,” you mumbled, peeling off to follow him to the edge of the battle. “And Din?” His visor met yours through the viewport. “Thank you.”

He nodded. “Punch in the coordinates. I’ll go first, you come behind me. We should be able to stay in communication the whole way.”

“Got it.” You put the coordinates into your nav. “After you, Mand’alor.”

With the press of a button, Din disappeared in front of you with a lurch as he entered hyperspace, and you followed right behind him, the world streaking past in shades of blue and silver.

The N1 bumped along gently in front of you, the swirl of hyperspace reflecting on its polished surface.

“Thank you,” Din’s voice over the comm startled you.

“You’re welcome,” you offered softly. “For what?”

He laughed. “Helping me and the kid get here safely. You…. You’re good at your job.”

“Can I get that in writing?”

Din groaned, making you chuckle.

“No problem.” Turning to Grogu, you smiled as he blinked heavy eyes at you. “He may be a little menace, but he’s my little menace.”

“Your’s?” Din asked after a moment of hesitation.

“Yeah, I mean, he’s a great kid, you’ve done a good job with him. But that little troublemaking streak? I take full credit for that. I saw it, encouraged it, and now we have this brilliant little creature who’s…. Completely knocked out after a dogfight to escape the planet,” you chuckled over the last few words. “I think we bored him.”

Grogu’s little snores filled the cockpit.

Lowering your voice to something more serious, you looked back forward toward Din’s ship. “I won’t let anything happen to him. Or you. Don’t worry.”

“I know,” Din spoke softly. “I’m not.”

Smiling, you sat back in the pilot’s chair, crossing your arms over your chest. “Well, I think I’m going to take the kids advice and take a nap while we can. You should, too, Din. Who knows when we’ll get another chance.”

“That sounds like a good idea,” he agreed with a gentle groan, his armor creaking against the seat of his small ship as he got comfortable.

“You better not snore,” you all but mumbled, almost asleep already.

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” he said with a smile.

Xxx

You’re woken up when an alarm goes off softly, the ship dropping out of hyperspace just as you blink open your eyes.

As the fade of stars comes to an end, Tatooine appears abruptly through your viewport.

“You awake?” Din’s soft voice comes over the comms.

Stretching, you yawn before reaching out to silence the alarm. “Yeah.” Glancing over your shoulder, you smile. “Kid’s still asleep. I’ll let him rest.” Turning back to the viewport, you grab the controls, pressing a few necessary buttons and flipping some required switches. “What hangar?”

“Hangar 3-5.”

“Mos Eisley?”

“Ye-”

“Hold on,” you grumbled, something clunking under the console. Reaching out, you kick your foot forward, landing a swift hit with your boot, only for the sound to persist. Moving your foot slightly, two more like it and it stops. You let out a sigh. “Sorry. We’re getting to your mechanic friend just in time it seems. The ship is pitching a fit.” A thud in the wall makes you reach out to slam nearby the sound with a fist without a second glance, Grogu startling awake behind you and drawing your gaze. “Sorry, kid. Didn’t mean to startle you.” You looked out the viewport again. “Mos Eisley?”

Din sighed, but sounded amused. “Yes.”

“Got it,” you nodded once, reaching out to slam the wall again when the thud kicked back up.

Both ships touched down in the hangar with little fanfare, the Razor Crest landing surprisingly easy despite all the grievances on the way in. 

Pressing the button on the console, the ramp began to lower, and you gestured the cradle in front of you out of the cockpit, then the ship. Grogu looked around with wide eyes, a smile on his face as he knew what, or rather who, was coming. 

Din met you at the bottom of the ramp, reaching out toward the kid with his index finger, Grogu taking hold of the tip in his little three clawed hand, letting out a soft coo as he looked up at his father. “Hey, kid.”

“I believe this belongs to you,” you said softly, unclipping the Darksaber and pressing it gently into his hand.

Closing his grip around the hilt, he gave you a nod in thanks before he attached it back at his own hip.

“Well, look who it is!” A loud, bright voice sounded off to the side, obviously extremely happy as it came closer.

Looking up, hand resting on your blaster out of instinct, you saw a woman, on the shorter side, hair curly and wild, and eyes that positively shined with mischief. 

“Peli,” Din greeted, approaching her calmly. “You got my message?”

“I did,” she confirmed, nodding. “No problem. We’ll store your N1 here, and see what we can do about the hunk of junk Boba got ya.” Turning to you, she looked you up and down before smiling tightly. “Who’s this?”

Din turned to look at you, gesturing you forward as he spoke. “This is Ti. She’s my head of strategy and tactics, and currently my head of security as well. We were in a meeting when everything happened, and she’s the reason we were able to get out.”

Reaching out to shake her extended hand, you tilted your head. “Well, actually the kid is the reason we got out. I never would have found those tunnels if he hadn’t hid there when we played hide and seek last week.” She smiled at that. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you.” She peered around you at the cradle, dropping your hand. “If the kid likes you, that’s good enough for me.” She winked at you before turning fully to the kid. “And lastly, my little womp rat!” She extended her arms toward the child with a broad grin, laughing when he squealed and reached for her. Scooping him up into her arms, she fussed over him a little before turning back to the two of you, putting him back in the cradle with a grin.

Turning to the Razor Crest, she surveyed it with hands on her hips. “You got her here without any damage! You must have had no problems leaving Mandalore!” She flicked her eyes between the two of you as you all exchanged loaded looks. “Or….”

“We took out at least ten, fifteen…. Probably more TIE Fighters on our way out.”

Peli looked at you with wide eyes.

“Wait, how would you know? She’s a pile of-”

“I took inventory before I let this baby out of my sight.” Reaching up, Peli lightly smacked the side of the Crest, wincing when something fell off with a clang. “I’ll fix that….” Her face screwed up in question. “Now, how in the world did you two get outta there without a scratch on this one, and then our precious N1 over here looks like it’s been through the wars?”

“That’s purely down to pilots.”

Din looked at you with a grunt at the slight.

“Ah, I see,” Peli’s eyes narrowed in amusement. She pointed at you, then at Din before she brought her finger back to aim at you. “Train him. Help him.”

“I’m right here,” Din began to protest.

“Ah, pfffft, now, now Mando, stay out of this. I just want what’s best for our little beauty over there.” She gestured over her shoulder with her thumb toward the N1.

“Stay out of it? You’re talking about….” He let out a heavy sigh. “Never mind.” Turning, he made his way up the ramp of the Razor Crest, banging sounds of some repair beginning shortly after.

You shook your head gently, chuckling as you kept your gaze on Peli, her eyes studying the large ship over your shoulder. She grimaced as Din let out a loud “Ow!” from inside the ship, the sound of a tool dropping to the metal floor ringing throughout the hangar. He growled before the banging resumed, this time faster and more emphatic.

“Best we leave him to it,” Peli offered lightly, making you smile. “I’m going to work on the other ship for now, get it cleaned up and ready to go if he needs it. I’ll get my droid team to work on the Crest in the meantime.”

“Is there anything I can do?”

She looked a little surprised at your question, but quickly recovered, a soft smile twisting up her cheek. “You know anything about wiring?”

“I know enough.” You gestured to the Crest with your head. “But I assume anything would be better than whatever state that ship is in now?”

She laughed. “You’re not wrong.” Grabbing a bundle of wire from one of her pit droids walking past, she handed it to you. “There’s a panel in the main area, probably right by where he’s working, that connects the controls to something like his vambrace. He had his last one all hooked up, I’m assuming he wants this one connected, too.” She mirrored your earlier gesture and nodded toward the ship with her head. “Keep an eye on him.”

You nodded. 

“Don’t let him break my ship.”

“Your ship?” You tilted your head in amusement.

“Hey, as long as it’s in my hangar, I’m claiming it. Unless the New Republic shows up asking for paperwork or something, in which case, then it’s all his.” Turning toward the N1, she called out for one of the droids, “R5!” talking to it animatedly when it rolled up and started beeping at her. 

As you made your way up into the ship, you noticed the banging had stopped. You found Din hanging a makeshift hammock bed in the bunk for the kid, Grogu looking on contentedly from his floating cradle to the side.

He didn’t turn to you as he began to speak. “There’s only room for one, but I’m sure we can modify it into a double bunk with no problem. Won’t be much headroom, but if we put it up high, the hammock can be between the two, and we’d all have somewhere a little more comfortable than the cockpit.” Finally looking at you over his shoulder, he went on. “I don’t know how long we’ll be on the run like this, but as long as we’re fixing stuff and we’re here at Peli’s, it only makes sense.”

You nodded, making your way to the panel Peli had told you about. “Sounds fine. It’s your ship. But I appreciate the effort to make sure we’re all comfortable.”

“You didn’t ask for this,” Din sighed. “I could have taken the kid in my N1 and left just the two of us. I’m…. I’m sorry you got dragged into this.”

Turning to him, you shook your head. “I’m not anywhere I don’t want to be. You should know that by now.” You tilted your head at him teasingly. “I’m very stubborn. Protecting you and the child is an honor.”

He was silent for a long moment before offering a single nod. “It’s an honor to have you with us.”

You looked down to the bundle of wires in your hand. “As far as anything concerning the ship, again, it’s your ship. Do what you think is best. I trust you.”

Somehow in the middle of the conversation, you’d both drifted toward one another, a mere handful of inches left between you before you even realized. Looking up into his visor, you saw your own reflected in his beskar, and for some reason, it caught you off guard.

Turning toward the panel, you put the distance back between you. “Peli wants me to program the control to your vambrace-”

“Program it to yours, too.”

You looked at him across your shoulder. “Are you sure?”

“I trust you.” When neither of you spoke further, he continued on. “It only makes sense, if you’re basically a bodyguard, you need access to the ship and all its features, including things like ground protocol in case things get tricky.”

The kid let out a coo, and you noticed he was now in his hammock, peeking at you over the edge. 

Turning to the panel, you got to work, the fact that Din was never far not going unnoticed. 

A few minutes later, you connected the last few wires. “Okay, if I got this right, you’re going to need to come over here and get your vambrace in proximity so it can sync.”

In just a few steps he was standing directly behind you, just enough space left between that if you took a deep enough breath your back would be against his chest. Reaching out, he braced his hand on the wall to your right, beside the panel, effectively caging you in on one side.

Lifting your own hand, you pressed your palm against the cool metal of the wall directly beside his, and pressed the button on the panel. A few beeps sounded between the panel and both vambraces, a sequence of lights flashing before everything went quiet again.

“It should work now.” Your voice was uncharacteristically quiet even to your own ears.

Not moving away at all, if anything leaning in closer, Din reached over and pressed a button on your vambrace, eliciting a beep before the ramp began to close. Pressing it again, the ramp lowered back to the ground. He lingered in your space for just a minute longer before he turned and headed down the ramp, out of the ship.

As soon as he was back in the hangar, you let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding, your gloved fingers flexing wide where your hand still rested on the wall.

Closing up the panel, you made your way back to the main area of the hangar where Din and Peli stood close, in the middle of a conversation.

“You went all the way to Boba’s to fix the ship.” Din’s voice was soft, and he reached out a hand to rest on Peli’s shoulder. “You told me you never left the city walls.”

She looked at the part in her hand, fiddling with it needlessly, a tight smile pulling up her face. “Yeah, well….” She looked up at him, letting her hand still holding the part fall to the table with a soft thump. “What are friends for?” They shared a silent exchange before she abruptly brought her hands up in a gesture, Din’s hand falling to his side with the motion, and she looked to the side absently as she continued, her face twisted mischievously. “Besides. Who’s gonna mess with me with those guys escorting me, not to mention the pay was phenomenal.” She grinned up at him, winking. “Plus, I got the added bonus of you finally shutting up about your precious Razor Crest….” She scoffed, shaking her head gently.

“Plus, I had it on good authority from a close friend- that’d be you, Mando- that the Pike situation had been taken care of, so I figured….” She shrugged. “Why not.” Her hands rested on her hips as she looked between the two of you. 

“The, uh, the vambraces are done,” you offered. “Anything else I can help with?”

“Wait, vambraces as in plural?” Peli’s hand raised to pause the conversation went back to her hip as her head tilted in question at you.

“Yes, Mando thought it best I also have the controls, should things get…. Complicated.” You shifted your weight slightly. “Why, is that a problem to have more than one?”

“No!” Her eyes went wide. “No,” she smiled kindly. “It’s just…. Not what I was expecting is all.” The conversation lulled for a minute before she cleared her throat, turning to the nearby table and grabbed another bundle of wires. “Feel like doing some more wiring?”

“If that’s what will help, gladly.”

“She’s a good one, Mando. Hang on to her. Very helpful.”

Din looked at you with the slightest tilt of his head. “I plan to.”

Xxx

Din worked alone on the Crest later on in the day. Peli had pulled you deep into a conversation on the far side of the hangar, the both of you laughing occasionally drifting over to him. 

Grogu cooed from his spot in his cradle beside him, drawing Din’s attention away for a moment. “What?”

The small BD unit that seemed to have taken a shine to Din for some reason beeped from its perch on the ramp of the Crest, just above Din’s head, making the Mandalorian turn his head up to look at it with a sigh. “You, too?”

Looking between the child and the droid, he let out a soft groan. “Look, I don’t know what a fifty-something year old baby and an overzealous BD droid are trying to tell me, but I have a feeling it’s going to get me in trouble.”

Grogu let out a happy gurgle, the droid looking between Din and the child, bouncing happily as it let out a series of blurts and beeps one could only construe as joy. 

Chuckling softly, Din shook his head as he went back to work on the panel on the outside hull of the Crest. “That’s what I thought.” He looked back at Grogu with a playful tilt of his head. “Troublemaker.”

“Mando!”

Turning, Din looked across Peli’s hangar to find you approaching him with easy, confident steps. Something witty sat just on the tip of his tongue, a quip that was sure to finally get the better of you, but it died there as he watched you reach up and remove your helmet, tucking it under one arm as you took the last few steps to stand in front of him.

He expected a smirk, something mischievous to be sparkling in your eyes as an eyebrow cocked up at him in something sarcastic. And he was partly right, he mused, as he studied how your eyes did in fact sparkle with something not entirely innocent, your eyebrow playing its part as it raised in question. 

But your smile…. You didn’t smirk at him like he expected. Instead he saw a somewhat shy grin stretching its way up your features, growing by the minute. And it was contagious.

“What?” You teased, running a hand through your hair. “Do I have helmet hair or something?” There was the smirk. “We can’t all look fresh as a flower under here, you know.”

Din cleared his throat. “Did you need something?”

The grin faded slowly from your face, your features schooling themselves into something more professional, and Din instantly wanted to kick himself.

You pointed over your shoulder, looking down at the ground by his feet before looking back up to hold the gaze of his visor. “Peli wants to ask you something. I mean, she could have asked me, but it’s not my ship, so….” Lowering your hand, you let it rest on top of your helmet, drumming your fingers along its surface.

A lopsided grin began to climb your face yet again, making Din tilt his head just slightly in question. “You know…. It’s much cooler with that thing off.” You leaned in, going up on your tiptoes so you were as close as face to face as you could get, speaking in a conspiratorial whisper. “I won’t tell anyone.” Winking at him before you lowered back onto the soles of your feet, you laughed softly. “But I understand if you don’t want to. We can’t all look like this under there, after all.” You made a sweeping gesture to your face. “I won’t hold it against you.”

Din stepped around you with a gentle shake of his head, slowing to a stop when your voice sounded at his back. 

“Jyrr.”

He turned just enough to look at you easily, his body facing to the side, his head turned to look across his shoulder. “What?”

“My last name. Ti Jyrr.” A tight smile pulled across your features as you made your way around him and back toward Peli. “Now you know.”

BD and the child both let out soft sounds as they looked between your retreating figure and Din, sharing a look themselves.

Din watched as you walked away, and it felt like a piece of him was somehow going with you. He’d put all of his energy into disliking you, or so he thought, that the fleeting idea of any part of him belonging to you caught him off guard. 

You were everything he stood against, but at the same time, everything he needed at his side. You were rash, reckless, you dove head first into things without thinking. But you were also smart, efficient, kind, and you didn’t let anyone, including him, give you any shit.

You embodied mandokar. The epitome of the Manalorian way of life - equal parts aggression, tenacity, loyalty and shereshoy - a lust for life. And while it irked him to admit that you did, he was also extremely proud to have you at his side, with him, and see it each day. You made a formidable opponent, and he was just glad you were on his side. He was able to rest easier knowing the kid would be safe even if he couldn’t keep an eye on him at all times.

And it didn’t hurt that you were easy on the eyes.

He looked down at the ground for a long moment, trying desperately to fight the grin climbing his face at the thought. It was the only one currently occupying his mind, the rest of his thoughts utterly blank.

“You coming?” You called across the hangar, breaking him from his empty loop.

The BD droid ran down the ramp, darting across the hangar and skidded to a stop at your feet, looking up at you as it wiggled excitedly. You laughed, sitting on your haunches and patted it on the head as it trilled at you. 

Grogu let out an unintelligible babble as he looked up at Din, his cradle coming alongside the Mandalorian, his head tilting just slightly in a way Din knew the child had learned from him.

Shaking his head gently, he began moving toward you and Peli. Sure, he’d started to like your personality, but the fact that you were also attractive was just insulting. And given he was a stubborn man, he was prepared to be insulted over and over…. Glancing up, he caught your gaze as you smirked his way, your helmet on a table beside you, and he nearly scoffed. How rude.

Xxx

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hello I’ve returned thusly to gush in your asks once more (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)╯♡

These past two weeks have been kicking my butt (college applications aaah) but reading the latest chapter of Lost In Paradise really brightened my day—made it a lot more durable hah!

I’m shaking in my boots knowing that we’re approaching the end of the story soon which makes me curious: are you going to leave an epilogue at the end for how the future is impacted by what has happened so far? :o

As always love your writing and it always gives me inspiration to write for my own JJK fic—although your update time + high word count combined with that is really impressive, how do you do that??? XD

Much kudos （╹◡╹）♡

Ah, hello again!

Applications are definitely a pain, but I hope you get into the college you're after! Super happy my fic could make your days just a little better after all that stress! It makes me so happy to know <3

I'm also shaking in my boots! It feels like I just started the fic but it's getting to be so big! A proud fic parent!

I do have ideas for an epilogue, but I also hope most plot holes will be filled and answered by the time we get there!

But, most importantly, I'm in no way ready to let them go yet!

I've got loads of other ideas I want to write for their little family, so I'm definitely planning on making another fic with all the little scenes, fluff, angst, domesticity and other ideas that don't quite fit with the plot, but I love nonetheless! (Also open to requests people want to see, because I love bringing people's ideas to life!!)

And, I'm still working on that Christmas oneshot of SatoSugu visiting Suguru's family over the holidays! Still seems like the best way to introduce and write a bunch of the oc family members since I know a lot of folks don't typically like ocs (especially in the sense of major characters), so I'll give people the chance to choose to read it!

I'm so very glad you and so many other people like my work! I've always loved writing, but I've definitely gotten a lot better over the years! It's just so much fun giving people things they don't get from the OG content (like characters being alive -_-). I like to think of fandoms like a hivemind; what I want to see, a lot of other people want to see too! It's very easy to be self-indulgent! The only secret I have is a bad case of hyper-fixation, a love for a good long chapter to cozy up with and an adoration for SatoSugu! I love them <3

Thanks again for the support, and I appreciate all your asks! They've been a highlight of posting the chapters, so thank you!

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[elysiummfrp]

Elysium Opening!

Hello vacationers (and hopeful vacationers)! We come with some fun news - We’re opening our doors! From (right now) March 18th-March 25th server time, we will be open for applicants not within the group or invites. If you don’t think you can get your app in on time, feel free to place a reserve - that will hold the character of interest for you for two weeks. All apps will be processed over the weekend following the Inbox close, and new members will receive friend requests by the 27th of March.

There are, of course, two caveats to this - you cannot app a character on the blacklist, and we have a temporary hold on all Final Fantasy characters being apped - we just have too many! Otherwise, it is open game to apply. 

Over the course of the week, we will also be holding Castmate Calls. Any current member can feel free to ask moderation to send out a call for characters from a piece of media they would like to see here! We would be more than happy to do so for you. 

So, look forward to what comes! We hope to see you all soon! 

[forgottenfriendshiprpg]

( Andie / hellokittyfmxo ) is in need of a ( semi-hiatus ) starting on ( August 26th ), so please put ( Tea Blossom from Strawberry Shortcake™, Mabel from Animal Crossing™, Toph Beifong from Avatar: The Last Airbender™, and Duchess Bella ‘Big’ Bigowski from Polly Pocket™ ) on hold until ( September 28th ). I will still need to do what I'm getting paid to do, but also due to getting limitations on my computer time. Can I please also change Toph Beifong's playby to Brianne Tju? Thank you so much!!

Your request for a semi-hiatus has been granted, Andie !! Please make at a very minimum of one new I.C. reply for each character that you write for in this RPG at least once every eight days either on our Dashboards, and/or in the rooms that are for this RPG on RPnow.net with the other members and admins. of this RPG to avoid having any of your characters from being re-opened for applications !! And we completely understand that !! And lastly, we will now look forward to seeing you fully back on our Dashboards, and/or in the rooms that are for this RPG on RPnow.net with the other members and admins. of this RPG on September 28th, 2024, Andie !!

Sure thing, Andie !! I will change that for you as soon as I can !! And you're welcome !!

Notices : Toph Beifong's playby has been changed from Ziyi Meng to Brianne Tju !!

[joneliaszine]

Application Information

General Rules You must be 18+ to participate in the zine. Your social media should include an indication of your age. We will check! If we have any reason to suspect you may be under 18, we may deny your application, or ask for additional supporting information.

This is a pro-fiction, anti-censorship, anti-fascist space. Any applicant whose social media indicates support for or involvement with fascist rhetoric or internet/fandom censorship will be denied.

This is a volunteer, not-for-profit passion project.

Application Requirements To consider you for the zine, we will need:

A link to your main fandom social media account. Your age MUST be listed somewhere visible.

Artists: 3-5 examples of finished work in the style you intend to use for the zine. For example, if you are an artist wanting to submit full-colour work, be sure to submit examples in full colour. If you want to submit sketches, please submit examples of sketches! If you are interested in type-setting, cover, or layout work, we may ask for additional examples, depending on what you provide in your application.

Writers: 3-5 examples of your writing, AT LEAST ONE OF WHICH must be the type of fiction you intend to submit for the zine. For example, if you wish to submit a drabble, please submit at least one sample of 100 word fiction. If you wish to write a longer format short story (we accept up to 5000 words!), please submit at least one story in that range.

We will also need to see examples of your writing that include Jon and Elias, to get a sense of how you approach the characters. At least one of your examples should include both characters.

Your Discord handle. All participant communication will be through our dedicated Discord server.

Deadlines & Extensions Please be prepared to work to deadlines. While we understand that life happens and fandom projects sometimes need to be put on hold, we would like to have as few delays as possible, as a courtesy to our participants. Schedule and deadlines will be released after the opening of the Discord.

If you need a deadline extension, please let us know as soon as possible, so we can adjust the schedule. Extension requests will be handled on a case-by-case basis. If you are in need of extensions that would significantly delay production time for the other team members, please understand that we may have to remove your piece from the zine.

We will happily accept pinch-hitters to create additional pieces of writing or art in the event that a participant is unable to complete their piece!

Participant Types Writers Drabble: 100 words Vignette: 100-1000 words Short Story: up to 5000 words

Artists Full-colour full page work Black and white full page work Sketch page Accent pieces (for section headers, space filler, etc)

Layout Artists Type-setting Page layouts Cover designs

For Artists: All art pieces must be created at 300dpi in CMYK. Submissions will be reviewed by Mod Carrie, who may provide feedback/edit requests before your piece is finalized.

For Writers: Drafts should be submitted in 12pt Times New Roman, with double spacing. Submissions will be beta read by Mod Hosta, who may provide feedback/edit requests before your piece is finalized.

~*Apply Here!*~

[bnha-charmed]

Seeking: Mods for a new BNHA Server! A Deku wanted!

Hello! We are seeking mods (at least 2-3 more) for a server that is getting ready to be opened to the public soon!

We are also seeking someone that could accurately portray and take on the role of Deku seriously in a fantasy server! (You could definitely apply for both!)

Our only requirement for our characters is that you are at least literate (can write a paragraph or more) and that you and the characters portrayed are 18+, since this server is for 18+ only! (Most characters are probably in their early 20’s!) We do not mingle and mix with minors and wish to cater to the 18+ crowd, sorry!

If you are interested feel free to send in an app, and me and our current mod will look at them!

MODERATOR APPLICATION:

Name:

Age:

About how active can you be?:

What is your availability? (Normal active hours/days?):

Do you have any experience being a moderator?:

If someone is causing drama in the server, how would you handle it?:

Do you consider yourself someone that is trustworthy and mature, and can handle issues appropriately and professionally without also causing problems or being rude?:

Someone approaches you to say another member is harassing them through dms, how will you handle the problem?:

In what instances do you think a member should be banned or kicked without discussing with other mods or notifying them?:

Will you be able to collaborate with other mods to help create fun events for the server?

Will you be able to familiarize yourself with and follow the rules/ address issues if another member isn’t following them?:

Will you understand that if your powers are abused, you will be demoted, or even removed?:

CHARACTER APPLICATION: (For this post, we are just looking for Deku!)

Name:

Age (Must be 18 or older):

Gender/Pronouns:

Role (What is your character in this AU? A knight? A mage? A swordsman? You may also write undecided if you need time!):

Role Description (Describe your role. What exactly does your character do for their occupation?):

Preferred Pairings (if not applicable, write n/a. This doesn’t mean you will get one, but it allows others to see what you’re interested in):

You will be able to request for all kinds of relationships within the server under the wanted connections area!

Writing Sample (Does not have to be for this setting Any written work of your character’s portrayal is fine!):

(Keep in mind this is not the FULL requirement needed! This is just the basics we need to see how your character will be portrayed, if you are approved and accepted to play that character we will need additional info such as their backstory/other details!)

**Need a prompt? Try one of these!**

- Your character just awoke from a horrible nightmare. What was it about?

- Write about your character going through or overcoming a hardship.

- Describe a happy memory of your character, how they felt and what it was about.

- The origin of your character’s story. (Why did they become what they did? Did they change paths? What strived them to become the way they are?)

- Your character dealing with someone in need of saving or help.

- A typical day of your character.

You are welcome to request for a spectator role if you would just like to see how the server looks and if it looks like it’s something for you before applying! (You will be able to see the full server with the role, but you won’t be able to interact within unless you apply and you’re approved!)

[globaljobalert-blog]

Senior UI/UX Designer - Remote

Are you an expert within the UI/UX field, and have proven experience in UI/UX for mass-market products? We’re looking for a Senior UI/UX Designer that wants to make an impact on products used by thousands of clients. Join our team and work on our existing products and a product we are soon to launch.  The Role - Be responsible for the complete UI/UX Design of our existing and soon-to-be-released products - Participate in the product definition process with the team  to understand goals and preferences for web applications and elements of mobile application - Designs application user experiences using methods such as wireframes, information architecture, prototypes, screen mockups and others. - Apply appropriate metrics and customer insight to the creative process. - Maintain and manage digital brand consistency including but not limited to typography, interface design, colors, and best practices. - Test applications for usability, in partnership with stakeholders and users. - Work in a development team which may include other technical professionals, subject matter experts, project stakeholders and executive leadership. - Implementation of strategy - Responsible for staying current with new UX developments and techniques. Requirements  - At least 4 years of proven experience in UI/UX role with the above responsibilities - Previous experience in mass-market products - Solid experience in Figma - Product Management experience is highly beneficial - Results orientated, and the ability to build designs our clients will love. - Self-management skills; previous fully remote experience is a plus.  - Good interpersonal skills;  team player. - Applicants must be based in or close to the CET (Europe, Middle East, South Africa). What we offer - 100% remote position - Full-time employment with annual / sick / public holiday leave - Being part of a team of smart, self-driven individuals - A home-office setup budget to create or improve your workspace - An annual budget for health & well being - Ample opportunity to progress and advance - Meeting and collaborating with team members across the globe About the team and how we work You will be working with a team of smart and enthusiastic people. We love getting things done and we’re proud of our work. We keep a healthy work-life balance and enjoy our remote work environment to make life fun. We come from all around the world, from different cultures, speak dozens of languages, and make beautiful products.  In order for OnTheGoSystems to review your application, we need to collect and store your information. You can find out what we collect and store in our Privacy Policy. When you click “Apply now” you automatically agree to this. Our Hiring Process You’ll have 3-4 interviews that take between 30 to 90 minutes each. You’ll be talking with our HR, the team leader and members of the team you’re interviewing for. For some roles, we’ll also ask for an assignment. If this assignment requires significant time, we’ll pay for your time doing it. In these interviews, we know that you’re interviewing us, like we’re interviewing you. We welcome your questions and will answer them gladly. APPLY ON COMPANY WEBSITE Disclaimer:  - This job opening is available on the respective company website as of 16th May 2023. The job openings may get expired by the time you check the post. - Candidates are requested to study and verify all the job details before applying and contact the respective company representative in case they have any queries. - The owner of this site has provided all the available information regarding the location of the job i.e. work from anywhere, work from home, fully remote, remote, etc. However, if you would like to have any clarification regarding the location of the job or have any further queries or doubts; please contact the respective company representative. Viewers are advised to do full requisite enquiries regarding job location before applying for each job.   - Authentic companies never ask for payments for any job-related processes. Please carry out financial transactions (if any) at your own risk. - All the information and logos are taken from the respective company website. Read the full article

[manilafm]

( Eve ) is in need of a ( semi-hiatus ) starting on ( April 21st ), so please put ( Tina Belcher from Bob’s Burgers, Stacie Anderson from The Fairly OddParents, McKenna Nicole from Littlest Pet Shop, and Jane from Descendants ) on hold until ( May 31st ). I didn't want to have to request for this, but my mouse doesn't move, or it is very slow at doing things, and my mother will not purchase a second new mouse, or a second new keyboard. I also do not have the experience at fixing things like this

Your request for a semi-hiatus has been granted, Eve !! Please make at a very minimum of one new I.C. reply for each character that you write for in this RPG at least once every seven days either on the Dashboard, and/or in our I.C. Discord server, and/or in the rooms that are for this RPG on RPnow.net with the other members and admins. of this RPG to avoid having any of your characters from being re-opened for applications !! I'm sorry to hear that your new mouse is not working very well, and we hope that you will be able to get it to work soon !! We completely understand that though !! And lastly, we will now look forward to seeing you fully back on our Dashboard, and/or in our I.C. Discord server, and/or in the rooms that are for this RPG on RPnow.net with the other members and admins. of this RPG on May 31st, 2023, Eve !!

[followtrendings]

How NRIs can make UPI payments living abroad

Singapore, Australia, Canada, Hong Kong, Oman, Qatar, USA, Saudi Arabia, United Arab Emirates, and the UK are the ten countries that will support UPI payments. So if you are an Indian living outside of India, you can now make payments via UPI hassle-free with your international number. That means you won’t need your old Indian number to make transactions. It is a news that will bring smiles to Non-Resident Indians because now they can send money back to India to their family and make merchant payments conveniently through UPI. Unified Payments Interface (UPI) is a “Made In India” payment solution and is also one of the largest payment networks in the world. UPI is spreading its roots now and currently, it is made limited to just 10 countries but it is surely just the beginning. You must have a lot of questions going on in your mind like who is eligible to avail of this facility, how will it work, how to make UPI payments and when will this facility be open. We have answered all your queries so read through.

How will this work?

The current scenario is that to make payments through UPI, one needs to have a UPI ID which needs to be activated through apps like GooglePay, Paytm, PhonePe, AmazonPay, etc.  To activate a UPI Id one also needs to have an Indian number that is currently active as well as should be in the phone. This is where NRIs have headaches. The cost of keeping Indian numbers active by international roaming is way too expensive. That’s why people often get a new local number and open a new local bank account rather than paying costly roaming fees. The National Payments Corporation of India (NPCI), the organization in charge of managing India's retail payment and settlement systems, regulated a circular instructing members of the UPI to enable non-resident account types, such as non-resident external (NRE) and non-resident ordinary (NRO) accounts with international mobile numbers, to sign up and conduct UPI transactions. Now the NPCI has announced that NRIs won’t need to have an Indian mobile number to make UPI payments and transactions. It will be possible with an international number. It is all because of the demand from the users. The demand and requests were so high that eventually, UPI is coming to different countries. The member banks will only be required to ensure that the UPI account is permitted in accordance with "the extant Foreign Exchange Management Act (FEMA) regulations and adherence to the guidelines/instructions issued by the concerned regulatory departments of Reserve Bank of India from time to time" in order to enable this facility. These bank accounts must also pass the required Anti-Money Laundering (AML)/ Combating of Financing of Terrorism (CT) checks and compliance validations/account level validations as per the extent. Also Read: View Counts Feature Added To Twitter | View Counts Can Be Seen Next To Tweets

Who are eligible to avail this facility?

First, you must be residing in any of the above-mentioned 10 countries. If you are not living there then sorry for now it is only applicable in those countries. Maybe in the future, you might be able to use UPI. Second, to use this option, NRIs must have an NRE or NRO account. An NRO account is a bank account registered in India in the name of an NRI to manage the money produced by him or her in India, whereas an NRE account is a bank account opened in India in the name of an NRI to park his overseas profits and earnings. And third is to add your international phone number to your NRE/NRO bank account.

When is this facility going to start?

The UPI facility for the NRI will start soon. The official date has not been revealed yet but all the member banks of the NPCI have been given a due date of April 30 to onboard all the non-resident account types in India for UPI payments.

How to make UPI payments abroad?

Let's summarize, first, you need to be living in Singapore, Australia, Canada, Hong Kong, Oman, Qatar, the USA, Saudi Arabia, United Arab Emirates, or the United Kingdom. Second, must have either NRO or NRE bank account in India. Third, link your international mobile number to your NRE/NRO bank account.  Fourth, just install any UPI-supporting payment app like Google Pay, or Paytm, log in through your international mobile number and you are good to go. You can just use like you normally do. Also Read: Depressing explanations from astronauts as to why there hasn’t been a moon landing mission in 50 years after Apollo

FAQs

Can NRI account use UPI?Yes, if you are an NRI from Singapore, Australia, Canada, Hong Kong, Oman, Qatar, USA, Saudi Arabia, United Arab Emirates, and the UK.How to use UPI from my international number?You need to add your current international number to your NRE or NRO bank account. Then when in India, you can use an Indian mobile number, and when abroad you can use your international number.Can I use UPI in my international i.e local bank account?No. You cannot use UPI in a local bank account. You must have a bank account in India and the bank account must be NRE or NRO type. Normal bank accounts won’t work.How to know if my account is NRE or NRO?The answer is simple. Contact your bank. If your account is not NRO or NRE then simply ask your bank to make it so. You will need to fill in some forms and write applications and your account will be NRE/NRO online.How to make UPI payments through GooglePAy abroad?Be it google Pay, Paytm, or any other UPI-supporting app, you will need to log in with your international mobile number, add your bank account, and there you go you can make UPI payments and transactions. But note that your international number must be linked with your NRE/NRO bank account. Read the full article

[talesofgladesglory]

JANUARY MEMBERSHIP OPENING!!

Hello hello folks! Apologies for the delay this time 'round in updating the tumblr—our public membership application has once again opened!!

You will be able to find our member application at the end of this post; along with some other links we highly recommend checking out. Keep an eye on your discord friend requests once you submit your member form. Our character applications are also currently OPEN, so you will be able to submit your character as soon as you join the server!

This wave of server member applications (along with our character apps for The Everglade Warren, The Darksand Ambush & Shared Territory) will be closing Sunday, January 27th at 11:59pm CST.

For this round of character applications, we have three TDSA apprentice slots (1 combatant, 1 architect, 1 nurse) open to be claimed on a first come first served basis. We also have a handful of high rank positions available in both TEGW and TDSA for application which you can find more information about on our website. So with lots of fun opportunities available, we can't wait to see what you'll come up with!! (Note: just a brief reminder that all new characters will need to be former outsiders (kittypet, loner, etc) in order to avoid retconning.)

And that should be it! If you have any questions for us, our DMs and Askbox are always open! We're very excited to invite you all to Tales of Glade's Glory.

LINKS:

RULES | MEMBER APPLICATION | CHARACTER TEMPLATE

CHARACTER CREATION | SYSTEMS & GAMEPLAY | CALENDAR

[foreverkpop-net]

ForeverKpop Network applications! Applications will stay open from the 23rd-30th 11:59pm CEST of each month! Make sure to reblog this official post and follow the rules.

More information to be seen below.

Member Applications

- must write or create visual content for at least one group.

- your works must be your own, we do not tolerate plagiarism.

- written works must include pairing, genre, warnings (no matter how small) and word count.

- every work exceeding 550 words must be under a keep reading/read more cut.

- any NSFW content must be under a keep reading/read more cut, no matter how short.

- you don't need to post within a certain time, we are all aware you have a life outside of tumblr.

- notify us of any URL changes, if you go on a hiatus or stop creating Kpop content.

Staff Applications

- you must be 16 or older to apply for a staff position.

- queue moderators must be 18 or older.

- available positions are: admin, queue mod, gfx & theme mod and event planners.

- admins make sure the network runs smoothly. They establish the rules and take care of any problems you might have. If you have any problems, questions or suggestions etc you reach out to an admin.

- queue mods track the network tag and queue all works that meet the requirements. Our queue will post 10 times a day.

- gfx and theme mods/creators are in charge of creating graphics for the network.

- event planners stay in close touch with the admins to come up with cool projects for the members of the network. Event planners also closely communicate with gfx and theme mods/creators for graphics.

- once you've been accepted as a staff member, you will receive an email to join the blog. If you face problems with that, please contact Admin Yuki (@yeongwvnhi) to resolve this issue.

- if you have any questions before applying as a staff member, contact any of the admins. (Admin Yuki, Admin Charlie @donghanies or Admin Eve @hoshiwhxre)

Apply as an Affiliate

to make things easy, please send us the following information through the submit box in order to be considered as an affiliate:

1. network name.

2. your info. — your name, blog (@username) we can contact you through, + your network position (admin, mod, etc.) (we please ask that you have permission from an admin to send in an application before you do so!)

3. network url. — (__.tumblr.com)

4. network icon image link. — (on browser, right click and hit ‘open image in other tab’ for the link!)

5. link to the network’s official post

6. links to any ongoing events for them to be reblogged after acceptance.

7. any other necessary info!

once you have applied: you will receive a direct message from an admin, confirming or denying your request to become affiliated with our network. we will then send you a link to our official post, network icon link, and any other resources! thank you for applying, and we hope to become affiliates soon!

[priestnet]

Welcome to the Priest Network!

⇢ Prepare the confetti and roll out the red carpet, for we have our very first batch of members! Admin S, Admin HY, and Assistant H would like to formally welcome our new members:

@wuxien @highwarlockkareena @xiaodaozhang @yibobibo @theyilinglaozus @fengqing @xie-wang @xuesang @zhouszishu @allyofthevalley @lapetitepedestre @marquisguyun @aowyn @perkynurples @red-talisman @tanjianci @wendashanren @timetoboldlygo @purplexedhuman @spicymayoblandketchup @echosera @wkxbaby

⇢ Welcome welcome welcome to the net! Our applications are now closed. If you are tagged please follow these steps to finalize the application and get started as a new member.

Reblog this post.

Add a visible link to the network on your blog.

Follow our tag #priestnet.

Make sure you’ve read the rules.

⇢ Once you have done this, the net will:

Add you to our members page.

Follow you from our queuing blog @priestnetq​.

Reblog your content (make sure that #priestnet is in the first five tags).

⇢ There is now a Discord Server created just for members. It includes places for resource-sharing, hanging out and chatting, sprinting, and more! If you would like to be included in this server, please send us a message @priestnetq!

⇢ Several of the icon links sent in the application form are either broken, link to pages with multiple images, or are images of non-Priest related characters or actors. 

If you have created your own icon and would like to just send us the file instead, go ahead and send a message over to @priestnetq. 

Admin HY and Assistant H are also creating basic icons for use (see examples below) on request. If you would like an icon of a character or actor in any of these styles, please also send a message to the queuing account. 

Otherwise, check back in once the members page has been updated. If the link to your icon is broken, links to multiple images, or links to images of non-Priest related characters or actors, the default priestnet logo will be in its place.

⇢ To those who were not accepted in this round and would like some feedback, you can find our answer here in our faq page. Alternatively, feel free to send us a non-anon ask or a direct message and we’ll be happy to answer you privately. 

⇢ Thank you to everyone that applied! And for those that missed the application period or didn’t quite meet the qualifications this time around, applications will be open again soon.