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[3pirouette]

Anyone got any Joel Miller x Reader fic recs where there ISN’T a significant age difference mentioned?

Nothing against those stories, but I’m no spring chicken anymore��

[primusdemoniccreatrix]

Dreams of Milk and Honey (The Mandalorian X Earthling Reader)

I was inspired by a need to mother Grogu. I love him, my green son. Yes, I made things up, Marie Kondo style. Sue me. gif by @jedialways

Love, One At A Time

"Okay, there we go" You set up your phone just across from you, propped up precariously from across you on the counter, the device perched upon a strange contraption of wires and some questionable scrap metal that looked like it should be on the outside of the great antique ship the Razor Crest instead of inside but who was going to notice?

Well, someone, but not you. Out of sight, out of mind.

You open up the app, letting the timer start.

"Grogu, we're taping! Come on! Let's start!"

A small wrinkled green child with ears twice the size of its head and a nose as small and cute as a flower bell smiled widely at you, excited for what you had planned today.

"Good morning, and Welcome to the 'Craver Crest' where we make and bake what you're craving!" you spoke into the camera, smiling at your reflection as you speak. You turned and waved Grogu over, speaking once more to a disembodied audience as you kept your eyes on the little baby padding his way over to you, arms outstretched and ready for the world. You cradled him into your arms and had him face the camera with you to 'say hi to your fans!'

"Today and every day, all day, we welcome our sous-chef and taste-tester, Grogu! So today, we'll let Grogu decide what we get to make!" You presented two unused wires, one blue and one red, as choice makers. "So, Grogu, we can make either those cookies you like or we can make a snack sandwich today! Which would you like to pick? Blue for cookies, red for sandwich!" you chirped for him. Under your breath, you hummed the Jeopardy theme song as you smiled at Grogu, his big brown eyes full of innocence and sunlight that had seen too much pain already, living every day to the fullest, eagerly choosing the blue wire like you guessed he would. He did have a sweet tooth after Nevarro, after all.

"Well, looks like we're making cookies!" You grab a bowl and bring it to the camera, filling it with the egg whites and the cream you'd gotten at the behest of a few villagers you'd met several days ago. The places you'd travelled to had often yielded both unimaginable (to you) adventures and was often rewarded with homely little goods or money, but they were often a combination that greatly helped you pick out what you wanted. The last planet you'd been on, a pretty planet named Naboo, had offered you some goods that were easy to keep in the foodstore inside the Crest. The eggs belonged to some animals whose name you couldn't remember, but all that mattered was that the ingredients given to you by some thankful shop-owners you'd inadvertently helped by getting rid of the bounty had thanked you with some confectionary recipes for on-the-go dessert as a thank you, and also gave you at least 3 weeks of ingredients' worth for it! Mando sighed as he accepted, and you were determined to use them; it'd clear the shelves for the 'more important foodstuffs' he'd claim, like the practical grump he was.

"So, we've got our bowl with the rested egg whites, and the yokes I already cooked for breakfast, isn't that right, Grogu?" you asked, turning to the small green child who cooed in agreement, the camera catching your interactions as you spoke on about the ingredients of green sugar, blue cream, some paste that was almost almond-like, etc. You'd no idea that some sugars and milks in the galaxy could come in their own colours like that, but it just goes to show how far humankind could go if they weren't currently warring over dreams of delusional imperialism.

You turned to Grogu often, letting him join in the cooking after introducing the ingredients.

"Here, Grogu, could you pour the sugar in for me?" You'd lift him up and use a free hand to help him pour the contents of the bowl and then kiss his cheek as he laughed. "What a lovely assistant you are!"

"Would you pass me the spatula, dear?" He cooed as he lifted a small spoon, before you told him it was the one beyond, and as he grabbed it, you called him a 'sweet and clever sous-chef!' and bopped his teeny tiny nose before helping him stir the ingredients to finish off the quick recipe. Soon enough, it was time to put the fast-made sandwich batter for the macarons onto baking sheets and warm them, and you and Grogu laughed as you piped little circles of the batter onto a hoverpan, known to be the perfect non-stick pan even in heavy baking! You gave Grogu the important job of holding a small heart-shaped thick wire that worked as a cookie-cutter, and the wire was clean and usable, you'd made sure. Grogu was up to the task, concentrating very hard, his little eyes narrowing to inspect your work and ears perking up at every little heart-shape you both made. He took his job seriously and it warmed your heart every time.

By the time the pan was covered in two dozen hearts, the first two hearts were ready to be baked. In a matter of a few more minutes filled with your storytelling of Mando's most recent hunt, every last one of the hearts were ready, the quick-acting flour doing its job well. "Well, these look ready, so, with my sous-chef's word, we shall bake them! What do you say, chef? Shall we show our audience how to cook?"

Grogu's tiny fists waved in the air as he let out a squeal of agreement, and with a kiss to his head, you placed it into the Crest's oven, no preheat needed.

The wait was only 30 minutes, and you filled that time playing with Grogu, keeping him occupied as he passed you some sugar and milk, spilling a teeny bit as he lifted it to you, and you took it graciously and joked about the milk being excited enough to leap, just to hear Grogu giggle.

Grogu helped you mix, and in the corner of your eye, you could see your phone still recording, you and your lively little green boy stirring some fluffy butter-cream mix together for his cookies. You didn't know if he could read these recipe cards, but he was clearly vivacious, eager for the world, seeing it with the eyes of a child, even though he's known so much pain. This video wasn't just to make a joke and some fun: it was a small part selfish, but a bigger part for Grogu: he was already 50, and considering how young he was, it was clear he was going to outlive you. You didn't know if you'd be able to see him beyond a toddler's age, didn't know if you'd be able to hear him speak English/Basic, didn't know if sometime in the future, he might even forget you, or worse: not have the means or time to do something that makes him happy in a galaxy, a whole fucking galaxy's worth of enemies. You wanted to leave something for him, a memory of something fun, and maybe, just maybe, you'd find some way of living too, even as a little ghost who brought Grogu some joy in his young life. You'd give anything to be with him, but even you were mortal: you hoped you could give him a childhood to look back on before the future comes, whenever it may be.

The timer dinged in the midst of your little game of patty-cake you were teaching your three-fingered companion, and he jumped up, ears perking at the sudden noise. His eyes lit up, and you giggled at his antics. "Looks like our cookies are ready!"

His scream of joy was worth your teeth nearly gritting. His little feet pitter-pattered towards the oven that took you only a few steps to reach, but you walked slowly so as to give him time. "Come along, sous-chef, let's see what we made!" You had to move Grogu from the oven's front as he stubbornly squirmed until you told him hot air might hit him, and when he moved, you grabbed a protective handler and took the hoverpan out, placing it on the counter. You could feel Grogu tug on your clothes, trying to get up, so you picked him up and let him see the cookies.

"Well, it looks like we're finished! We just need to put them on the cooling rack! Would you help me, oh great sous-chef?" you exaggerated with a flourished bow, and a coo answered you in the affirmative. You took Grogu in your hands, took a flat-headed spatula that should be legally classified as a giant screwdriver, and with both your hand and Grogu's on the handle, lifted the first cookie up off the pan, the airy concoction coming up effortlessly, and you flipped it onto a cooling rack, making Grogu kick his little feet in excitement at this new activity. You two continued to flip the cookies, making sure you were explaining to Grogu to 'flick the wrist' and 'be gentle, or they might break before we can use them, okay hon?" and soon enough all the shells were cooling. You checked the recipe card from the shop-owner once more, seeing that the cookie shells just needed "a moment to rise and then it would be ready for the filling"; you turned to Grogu, telling him: "we can wait, right? We're almost done?" He tilted his head at you, and you nodded back, setting him down on the counter. "Well, we heard him, we're almost done and then its time for filling the cookies and eating! Did you want to say hi to the camera, sous-chef? Any words?" You pointed him the camera out to him, and he waved at his reflection, babbling at the phone, before the last clump of green sugar left from cooking caught his interest.

The timer blinking on your phone, and with Grogu occupied within supervision, you decided to add a personal touch to the video.

"So, Grogu and I made some cookies today, and we found out that flipping the cakes is a lot of fun! And that we have to be careful near heat sources, right?" You sighed at the camera, eyes distant, looking at Grogu in the camera who was facing the cookies, watching them with interest. "I hope that this recipe is something that you can enjoy any time, and I hope life gives you many sweet treats as sweet as you are. You're the world to me, baby, I love you so much; I hope you know that, sweetling". You smiled softly at the camera, before your expression turned to one of confusion as a turquoise macaron shell hovered in the air, Grogu's eyes narrowed and hand raised.

"Grogu no! They need to cool-" You got out of your seat and caught the cookie as it was making its way, hissing at the heat remaining on it before putting it back on the rack. You turned back to Grogu, his teeny hand now down as he looked up at you with those puppy eyes that screamed innocence with the gleam of mischief only you, Mando, and other parents could recognize in him. Snickering, you pick him up, cradling him to you, as you spoke with as honeyed a stern voice as you could make: "Grogu, those need to cool before we put the icing in or they'll get mushy and not tasty!"

The last thing the camera saw was a human placing buttercream onto little green shells, and a green baby putting another one atop, making a sandwich, both filled with smiles on their faces, love in their hearts as the human fed the tiny one the first of the cookies, the child enjoying them quite dearly.

Mando heard a beep registering on his vambrace, the alert not important but originating from his ship: your 'phone' he'd connected to his systems had taken a video. He remembered how he'd tracked your moves when you came aboard, and though it wasn't necessary, it was still a precaution that could help, he believed. The notification was a video file, titled Craver Crest1_ Cookies.

Well, it was alliterated?

He opened up the file. His helmet's visor picked up the command, and as he walked down the tunnels back towards the Crest since he'd delivered the bounty, the backdrop of the dark empty tunnel was perfect for the hologram as it appeared from his vambrace's built-in holoprojector.

He watched, nearly stumbling a few times as the passengers on the Crest made the same cookies he'd seen Grogu eat on Nevarro. It was so lovely to see Grogu smile and laugh, and learn about different things while having fun. The sight of him kicking his feet in excitement was something the Mandalorian would carry with him, an image in the back of his head, of just how cute Grogu would get sometimes. He watched as the video ended with the passengers, Grogu and his babysitter, smile and eat, waving goodbye to the camera with cookies in their hands. The video turned off, and the Mandalorian stepped out into the light of the lavender sunset on Tiragon, and made his way back to the ship. He wondered if there would be any cookies left for him? He'd know once he got back to the Cravor Crest, where they made the cookies he was now craving.

[mushrubes]

You

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Requested : no!

Prompt 2.  “All I care about is you.” + 72. “It was a mistake and I know I can never fix this.”

Pairing : Din Djarin x (they/them) reader (No use of Y/n!)

Type : Slight angst and fluff :)

Word count : 920

have a great day/night!! <3

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You were so lucky Mando had come across you in his way back or you would’ve been dead. You had gotten bored sitting in the ship and the child had gotten hungry, complaining for food. You had given him to few snacks left, before walking out and going to look for food, having forgotten the rules he had given you yesterday. 

That’s exactly how you had ended up in this situation, a group stopping you and currently holding blasters towards you. “Put them down.” A voice called; Y/n let out a sigh of relief. “A Mandalorian? Even better.” the leader grinned, watching as he grabbed his blaster and looked at them.

 “If you shoot them” he started but they had cut him off, already shooting at you. Luckily, you had ducked in time, missing the shot that wounded the one that was holding onto you and who was pressing the gun to your head. He fell to the floor, the others shooting between you and Mando who was currently fighting the leader. 

As you managed to overpower one of them, you missed the one that was behind you who was aiming directly at you. “Watch out!” Din shouted, you looking over in confusion before catching on too late, the blast hitting you and wounding your arm. Mando punched the leader, sending him collapsing to the floor before he got up, scrambling away as Din moved on to some of the others.

 “Retreat!” the leader ordered, Mando holding one of the others against the wall and punching him numerous times. “Mando!” you shouted, trying to get his attention as they saw the enemies face getting bloodier and bloodier but he was too blinded by anger. 

The sound of someone collapsing brought him out of the trance, turning around and immediately running to your side, seeing your shirt get more and more stained with the crimson colour of your blood, forgetting about the enemy who had united with the rest of the group and ran the opposite direction. “Stay with me, Cyar’ika.” was the last thing you heard before you felt yourself pass out.

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“You’re awake.” He said bluntly, his emotions unknown as he masked it, filling you with doubt. “What did I tell you yesterday?” he reminded, earning a sigh as you rubbed your eyes and stretched, wincing at the pain in your arm. You had never hated the helmet more than now, unable to tell if he was angry or concerned or both. 

“What if I hadn’t gotten there in time?” he raised his voice. He was slightly angry, but it was mainly fear taking over him. You had been with him for months now, just before he had found the child and he couldn’t imagine going around without you, as daft as it sounds considering they were just work partners. Regret filled him as he saw your eyes start to miss up, tears threatening to spill at any second. 

“It was a mistake and...and I know I can never fix this.” you commented, voice cracking and getting up from the chair before climbing down the ladder, hearing him follow behind. “Wait-” he started, you shaking your head and ignoring his requests. “Good night Mando.” you said quietly, going into your room and the door shutting behind, leaving him there with his thoughts. 

He sighed sitting down on his mattress and holding his head in his hands. He fiddled with his helmet before snaps and a hiss was heard, lifting the helmet off and setting it beside him. He headed into the fresher, getting changed out of his armour before checking on the green child, asleep in his hammock above him before settling down for the night, preparing himself for tomorrow. 

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When you had woken up and gotten ready for the day, you had walked out of the room to be met with a silent ship. His room was left open, nothing on the mattress and the child’s hammock empty. You walked over to the ladder, peering up at the cockpit which was also empty, causing you to frown. He never left without letting you know where he was going but you had also never had an argument like yesterday. 

Despite Din not being in the ship, there was a tense atmosphere, making you let out a huff as you knew you’d have to confront him about it today. Pressing the door to the Razor Crest open, you calmed down, seeing him sat with the little green child next to him, looking at the view. Cautiously, you walked over, not sure of what to say. 

There was no need to announce your presence, as he was aware anyway. “Morning.” you said softly, not meeting his eyes as you watched the child walk around, feeling his gaze on you. “I didn’t mean to react the way I did...” he started, never being more thankful for the helmet, his nerves not noticeable.

“It’s just...all I care about it you - and the child obviously.” he tried to explain, not being the best with words. “It’s okay, I should’ve listened to you Din.” you gave in, knowing you were also somewhat in the wrong. He didn’t respond, rather carefully grabbing your chin with his gloved hand and bringing your forehead to his, resting it against it. 

They didn’t exchange words; the only things being heard is the breathing coming from both of them and the occasional chirp from birds. His hand intertwined with yours, squeezing it comfortingly. 

“Hey! Put that down, kid!”

[funkylilthief]

fanfic idea

thinkin ab a reader who has difficulty connecting to their dathomirian heritage but having a strong affinity for shadow maigick who ends up with a huge bounty on their head...................... and mando comin to try n collect a check................................................... only to be met with undead bounty hunters that tried to do the same............... do i write yes or no

[3pirouette]

I know I don’t have many followers who are into MandoxReader, but if you are, DO YOURSELF A FAVOR.

I’ve been in fandoms online for almost 30 years now. This is, hands down, one of the best things I’ve ever read. Not just in fic. EVER. There aren’t enough words for how amazing she builds the world, for how well researched it is, for how well thought out everything is, and for how much I think she NAILS Din Djarin as a character.

This is a piece of art and everyone needs to read it.

Thank you, @djarins-cyare for literally hours and days of reading this amazing story.

✭ Series Masterlist ✭

Languishing in a dull and lonely existence on the forest moon of Endor after travelling there to help salvage Death Star wreckage, a nearly fatal encounter with a mysterious bounty hunter out in the forest heralds an opportunity to utilise long-forgotten skills and develop something more profound than you ever thought possible.

Second person POV, present tense. Set post-season 2, diverges from Canon events before TBoBF and season 3. This is a novel-length, exceptionally slow burn with an original plot, worldbuilding, and fully-developed characterisation. SWU concepts and lore are accurately researched.

WORDS: 406,200

PAIRING: Din Djarin x Female Reader/You

RATING: Explicit (18+)

CHARACTERS: Din Djarin, Reader/You/Female OC, Original Non-Human Character(s), Original Human Characters, Greef Karga, Cara Dune, Leia Organa, Luke Skywalker, Grogu, Peli Motto

TAGS: Slow Burn, Slow Build, Romance, Love, Sexual Tension, Eventual Smut, Smut, Sex, Sexual Content, Explicit Sexual Content, Fluff, Fluff and Smut, Fluff and Angst, Light Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Relationships, Healthy Relationships, Canon-Typical Violence, Blood and Injury, Dark Past, Additional Warnings In Author's Notes, Bounty Hunter Din Djarin, Soft Din Djarin, Touch-Starved Din Djarin, Din Djarin Needs a Hug, Smart Din Djarin, Soft Dominant Din Djarin, Ewok Species, Mandalorian Culture, Mando'a Language, New Razor Crest, Thoroughly Researched, Worldbuilding, No use of y/n.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This took me almost a year to write and four months to edit/proof. Each chapter is prefaced with specific tags and (where necessary) warnings, plus word counts. End notes contain translations and comments… this baby is thoroughly researched, so I’m sharing context where appropriate. I’ve also added definitions of in-universe terms so people less familiar with the franchise won’t be left wondering what the hell certain words or references mean. This is a slow burn (adult themes), and although the explicit content only occurs in the latter half, when it does, it warrants the ‘E’ rating. Basically, the first half is a love story, and the second half gets spicy. I hope you enjoy it!

READ THE COMPLETE STORY ON AO3:

(Chapters containing explicit content marked †)

Chapter 1: The Obstacle

Chapter 2: The Interrogation

Chapter 3: The Covenant

Chapter 4: The Snare

Chapter 5: The Strike

Chapter 6: The Groundwork

Chapter 7: The Genesis

Chapter 8: The Progression

Chapter 9: The Hide

Chapter 10: The Beast

Chapter 11: The Adjustment

Chapter 12: The Storm

Chapter 13: The Broadside

Chapter 14: The Intercourse

Chapter 15: The Village

Chapter 16: The Confession

Chapter 17: The Reprieve

Chapter 18: The Fortification

Chapter 19: The Ambush

Chapter 20: The Meridian

Chapter 21: The Homestretch

Chapter 22: The Union †

Chapter 23: The Overture

Chapter 24: The Crescendo

Chapter 25: The Harmony †

Chapter 26: The Cadence †

Chapter 27: The Ride †

Chapter 28: The Veneration †

Chapter 29: The Spree †

Chapter 30: The Tribute †

Chapter 31: The Courage

Chapter 32: The Feast

Chapter 33: The Exhibition †

Chapter 34: The Reward

Chapter 35: The Binding †

Chapter 36: The Synergy †

Chapter 37: The Match †

Chapter 38: The Flag †

Chapter 39: The Foundling †

Chapter 40: The Future †

✨Additional Media✨

@burntheedges has written a spectacular little drabble detailing what Din was up to during the paragraph break near the end of chapter 1 (*SPOILERS* you don’t find this out until chapter 27).

@roughdaysandart has sketched a fantastic study of chapter 33 and it’s absolutely perfect (*SPOILERS* cliffhanger ending for the chapter).

@djarin-desires has created some awesome AI images of a few scenes using Midjourney.

I spent a stupid amount of money on the Hot Toys official Din Djarin action figure, simply so I could photograph him in poses from my fic 🤷🏼‍♀️ This is just a taster of what’s to come, but here he is offering to help Reader climb onto the speeder in chapter 8.

🧡💚 Thank you for reading! 💚🧡

➤ MAIN MASTERLIST

Dividers by @samspenandsword

[lilzebub]

Vacations and Vows

Thanks @thegildedquill for the prompt for the Mando’a Challenge! Had a blast writing this one, obviously, since it almost hit 7k LOL. Mando x reader Summary:  The Mandalorian meets a ruthless failed Jedi, who somehow manages to navigate the intricacies of the man beneath the beskar.  He whisks her away on vacation to pose a very important question that’s been weighing heavy on him.

Prompt: Gett’se (nuts, or brave)

Word count: 6.9K

Warnings:  Mandalorian typical violence, minor description of injuries, some season 1 spoilers.

Thanks @thegildedquill​ for the Mando’a Challenge! Summary:  The Mandalorian meets a ruthless failed Jedi, who somehow navigates through the intricacies of the man beneath the beskar.

Prompt: “gett’se”, Mando’a word for ‘courage’, ‘nerve’ or ‘nuts’ (generic) Word count: 6.9K

Warnings: Mandalorian typical violence, light mentions of injuries, season 1 spoilers

“What’s wrong?” The deep voice from the captain’s chair jarred her from her thoughts: not only from the sudden, almost deafening onset of sound in the otherwise silent cockpit, but his sporadic initiation of conversation. She wasn’t entirely sure how long she’d been staring out into the black void of space that laid before the ship. Ten minutes? Maybe twenty? “Uh, yeah. I’m fine. Just thinking, is all.” She relaxed back into the seat, fingers blindly trained on the edges of the domed crib beside her. A sharp intake of air. Was that a laugh? “Don’t hurt yourself.”  She cocked her head towards him, incredulously.  “What are you thinking about?”  He continued, not turning his helmeted head. “Oh, you know. Just everything, I guess. We’ve been on the run for…How many years now?”  Pressing the autopilot button, his chair swiveled to face her, expressionless as always. He slumped down, placing his elbows on his beskar clad legs. “Five years? Six?”  The subtle tilt of his helmet told her that he hadn’t really considered it until she brought it up.  He peered at her through his visor, suddenly glad that she was unable to see his eyes, trained on her petite form.

She was a far cry from the drunken brawler he had met all those years ago, and his lips, hidden behind beskar, tugged into a semblance of a smile at the vivid memory. The newly failed Jedi stood in a darkened back alley of Canto Bight, chest heaving after escaping from a mob of angry gamblers.  Her gift with the Force allowed her to cheat her way through a game, winning her a substantial amount of money.  Giddy, and moderately tipsy from the free drinks, she shoved credits into the pockets of her long, satin dress, fingers brushing against the lightsaber strapped to her leg.  As the young woman navigated her way through the slimy underbelly of the city, blaster shots rang out: her keen senses knew it was only a couple of blocks away, and she stealthily navigated towards the sound.  The moment she turned the corner, her heart lurched.  Momentary flashes of silver were illuminated in the firefight, and she could see all of the shots were trained on one individual.  “I always have to root for the underdog, don’t I,” she whispered under her breath, hiking the skirt of her dress up to remove her lightsaber.  With a running start, and a drunken stumble, (Y/n) activated her lightsaber, illuminating the alley in a sunset gold hue, and sized up no less than 8 people nearly surrounding the figure. Slashing through the one that stood directly between her and the figure under attack, she turned, pressing her back towards the cold feeling of what she quickly recognized as beskar. “Who…” the voice called to her, before she quickly cut him off. “We can discuss formalities later, Mandalorian. For now, I’ve got you.”  Another round of shots flew directly towards the pair, and she deflected them with ease with the saber. For a moment, the Mandalorian paused and watched the woman in the long dress, admiring the way she fought:  she clearly had training, but there was a chaotic element, something unrefined, about the way she took out her enemies. Singlehandedly, the woman took out all but one of them, with the Mandalorian vaporizing the assailant in one swift motion. She sheathed her lightsaber, hiking up her now filthy dress to replace it in its holster.  A cocky grin plastered her face, as she reached out towards him. “I’m (Y/n). I’d love to chat more, but seeing as how you’ve clearly made some enemies, we should probably get this show on the road.  You got a ship?” The helmet tipped forward, a subtle nod of affirmation.  The motion would be the only invitation the woman would receive from him.  The Mandalorian turned mumbling quietly to himself about the woman’s apparent mental state, a deathwish, and she followed.

“Definitely closer to six.” The woman hummed, propping her feet on the side of his captain’s chair, wiggling her bare toes.  “I’m getting a little….antsy.” “Antsy? About what?” His voice held no indication of what he was feeling.  Fear, perhaps? The Mandalorian knew the day would probably come that his traveling companion would grow weary and branch off on her own, leaving him and the Child for good.  He could never tell her how badly he wanted her to stay.  She had become his best friend, his closest confidante, and a mother figure to the child.   “You know….Like maybe we could make a stop for a couple of days.  Like a vacation or something. Take the kid and visit Cara or something.”  It wasn’t completely lost on her that he exhaled a breath he didn’t realize he was holding.  “I don’t know, Din. I feel like I’ve been staring at the inside of this ship forever.  I want to see a sunset, put my feet on solid ground.”  She frowned when he didn’t immediately respond.  The captain’s chair swiveled back to its original position. “Diiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiin,” her whine drawled, awakening a slew of butterflies in his stomach. “I’ll see what I can do.” He answered succinctly.

The sound of the docking ramp woke her from a peaceful slumber.  Stumbling from her cot, she slipped on a loose, knee length dress and boots, scrambling to see where the Mandalorian had taken her.  The hulking figure stood poised at the edge of the ramp, cradling the small bundle. “Navarro? This really your idea of a vacation?” She glided to his side.  The child cooed at the sight of her, making grabby hands in her direction. Din slid the child into her arms, silently admiring the care with which she held him. She is the perfect dichotomy of deadly and nurturing, he thought to himself as he continued peering down at her out of the corner of his visor. “No, quick pit stop,” he placed his hand behind her elbow, guiding her off the ship, towards the center of the city. The small gesture of physical contact caused a flame in her cheeks, as she quickly adjusted the baby to sit on the swell of her hip. “CARA,” (Y/n) screeched, passing the child to Din to fully engulf her dear friend in a tight embrace.  “It’s been so long!”  Din joined the pair, and the child gurgled and cooed excitedly. Cara reached down and stroked the child’s long green ear. “Hello there, little one! What do you think about staying with Aunt Cara for a few days while your mom and dad go have some fun?”  She peered pointedly at the Mandalorian, knowing full well that he was blushing under his helmet at the implication of their partnership.  (Y/n) glanced quickly at Din, mouth fully agape, then back to Cara. “We couldn’t possibly inconvenience you like that!” she protested, “I mean, this guy is getting to be quite a handful, with his….thing. You know. *the Force*” she mouthed silently, knowing that Force users are generally unfavored, sought after by Imps.  Cara found purchase under the child’s arms and pulled him gently away from (Y/n). “Look, if I can handle all the weird shit his mom does, I can handle whatever he can do.  You two haven’t had any time to yourself in years now. Stay the night here tonight, we’ll catch up, and you can get an early start in the morning after a night of good sleep and a full belly!”

(Y/n) was one of the few women Cara knew that could drink her under the table.  Cara narrowed her eyes as the woman giggled, leaning into the shoulder of the heavily armored man.  Through heavy wheezing and laughter, she continued her story. “You should have seen the look on Din’s face when I sabered the guy clear through the chest right before the guy pulled the trigger on him.  I have saved your ass SO many times.”  Cara doubled over in laughter. “Really? ‘The look on his face’??”  She tipped the flagon of alcohol towards her mouth, spewing a bit in her fit of laughter. “So you’re telling me you’ve seen his face?”  (Y/n) bristled a bit at the comment. “Well, no, of course not.  But I know what he’s thinking sometimes, I can feel it. So I can….imagine, I guess?”  She peered up at him with big, glossy eyes. “Right, right. So is that part of the ‘Force’, or the fact that you two are clearly hopelessly in love with each other?” (Y/n) shot her gaze towards Cara, furrowing her eyebrows in confusion, mind reeling.  Would that really be that far beyond the realm of possibility?  She knew she would be lying if she tried to deny it, instead opting to lean forward, away from Din, and grab her drink off the table.  Certainly, their relationship held a peculiar degree of intimacy: what some would consider a simple gesture, such as revealing their real name, was a huge step in her friendship with the Mandalorian. They sat in the hull of the ship in silence after acquiring a particularly difficult asset, the pair both bleeding from fresh injuries. Through heavy, altered breaths, he finally spoke. “You really don’t have to stick around. Bounty hunting is a dangerous business.” Thuds of beskar hitting the cold floor punctuated his sentences, as he peered over at the woman through his visor. She had hastily stripped out of her minimal armor, revealing a startling amount of bruised and bloodied flesh underneath, a large gaping wound staining red the pale flesh of her upper arm. The Mandalorian quickly averted his gaze down to his own wounds, barely visible through the cloth of his underclothes. “I’m not made of glass, Mando.  I was one night away from becoming a Jedi Master…you know. Before I ran.” A hiss escaped her lips as she staunched the bleeding from a deep vibroblade cut.  His curiosity was piqued. “Seems like a lot of effort to go through just to run off at the last second.”  He slid a medkit across the floor over to her, as she busied herself with the next most severe wound. “Do you know anything about what it means to become a Jedi, Mando?” she asked, no hostility in her voice. “Hm. I imagine it’s similar to my Creed.” Bacta spray coated his split knuckles, his gloves discarded to his side. “Well.  Because of my…skills…I was taken away from my family as a child. Told to surrender my entire past, my entire self.  And for what?  To come of age and be told I can never get married or have a family, can never pursue anything that would fulfill me. I couldn’t have anything.  So the night before I swore my oath, I took my lightsaber and ran.  I didn’t stop running for what felt like an eternity.  Hopping from planet to planet, swindling, fighting, killing if I absolutely had to.”  Her wounds tended to, she laid back on the cold floor of the Razor Crest.  She exhaled. “Honestly, it’s for the best. I’m having too much fun now. And now, all of my choices are my own.” Turning her head to peer at him.  “What about you? What’s your story?” “My uh…parents. Got killed.  I became the Mandalorians’ foundling.  They raised me, and I adopted their Creed as mine.  I owe them everything.  It’s why I kept the Child as my own.”  Suddenly, she reached across the space between them, taking his bare hand in her own.  He was taken aback at first:  this marked the first non-violent physical contact he had had with anyone in a long time, especially skin to skin.  It felt foreign, but something else. Pleasant.   “Mando….I’m so sorry.”  He laced his fingers through hers, earning a quiet gasp. “Din…Din Djarin.”  His voice through the modulator was breathy, as if the words escaped from him on their own volition.  She quickly rolled onto her side and pulled her hand away, much to his chagrin.  More confidently, he spoke again. “I would like for you to call me Din.”  In one swift motion, he reached towards her, initiating the contact again.

“Oh my gods, (Y/n), are you EMBARASSED?” Cara continued laughing, sloshing her drink.  “Your eyebrows are about to disappear into your hairline.” She stumbled to her feet. “I’m going to go check on the baby.”  She navigated through Cara’s small lodging towards the room that held the child’s crib.

“Really, Din? REALLY? You haven’t told her yet?” Cara leaned forward, chastising him.  His helmet tilted slightly as he stretched his arms across the back length of the seat. “I have no idea what you’re talking about, Cara.” “So you’re telling me. That you’ve been traveling together for five-“ “Six,” he interrupted. “SIX years, and you haven’t told her that you love her?” He cleared his throat beneath his helmet. “She is the bravest warrior I know. I show her that I appreciate her service every day. That’s why I’m taking her on a vacation.  She fights beside me well, and cares for the child as if he’s her own.”  Shifting his weight, he glanced down the hallway she had gone down. “Din Djarin, you are staring down that hallway waiting for her to come back. You love her.” “She left the Jedi order so she could have some sense of normalcy.  Marriage. A family. I cannot give that to her.” He husked angrily.  Cara paused, blinking at him for a moment. “But you already did. Do you think it’s normal for two people to gallivant around the galaxy together, raising an adopted child together?  Honestly, when you told me you were coming to visit, Greef and I made a bet:  he said you two would already be married by the time you got here.  I said you would announce it when you arrived.” “It is not the Way,” he replied simply. “I happen to know that Mandalorians can get married.  The Armorer loaned me some books on the Creed. Maybe you should go talk to her.” “She still here in Navarro?” His interest was piqued. “Yeah, maybe you should go see her before you guys head out.” She stood, stretching her arms above her head. “And on that note, I’m going to bed.”

Din crept down the hallway towards the room with the crib, noting the door was slightly ajar. Peeking inside, he saw the child nestled against (Y/n), both fast asleep.  Sighing heavily, he exited the building, in search of the Armorer.

The new covert wasn’t far from the old one.  A handful of Mandalorians in their armor spread out in the comfortable common area, a handful of children toddling about.  He couldn’t contain the swell of pride in his chest, seeing how the tribe was starting anew, with a fresh generation of foundlings. “Ah, Din.  It’s been a long time.” A voice called from behind him. He turned, regarding her warmly. “How is the child? Where is the foundling?” “He’s with his moth-…Uh, with my traveling companion.”  He barely caught himself. “Ah, a companion? The woman from the siege of Nevarro?”  Her voice lilted in what could only be described as amusement, his near slip up wholly noticed. “Yes,” he replied in short. “A failed Jedi Master.” “A dar’jetti. Interesting. She understands the Force, then. Did you choose her companionship for her to teach the Foundling?”  She busies herself with a gauntlet from the forge, not looking in his direction. His shoulders slumped, “She put her life on the line for me. She fiercely protected the child and I. More than once. First time on Canto Bight.” “How long ago was that?” Placing the gauntlet on the armory shelf, she turned, as if to urge the truth out of him. “Six years,” his voice was nearly a whisper. “So you have been traveling together for six years.  Has she seen you without your helmet?  Have you made her your riduur?”  Tilting her helmet inquisitively.   “You are raising a foundling together. It is a practical decision; we can extend the protection of the Covert to her. Aliit ori’shya tal’din.” He struggled for words, finally resigning to silently hooking his thumbs into his utility belt, shaking his head ‘no’. The Armorer walked over to him, placing a gloved hand on his shoulder. “If you take her has your riduur it is still within the Resol’nare. To remove your helmet in front of your family...It is the Way.  It is right, and just, a clan of three.”  With that, he turned on his heels without a word, finding his way back to Cara’s homestead.

Din arguably never slept. Between the Child, piloting duties, and watching over (Y/n), he had learned to rely on as little rest as possible. It was no surprise when Cara rose that morning that the Mandalorian was comfortably reclining in the common space. “Morning, Mando! You find the Armorer?” she plopped down on a tufted cushion beside him. “Mhm” he answered flatly.  A silence hung thick over the air, as if Cara was waiting for something more. “I’m taking her to Canto Bight. Called in a couple of favors.”  She clapped her gloved hands together. “You’re taking her to the place you first met because you’re going to ask her to marry you. I KNEW it.” “Keep your voice down,” he husked. “I need you to take some of these credits from the last bounty, go with her to buy some clothing before we leave.” The creaking of a door startled the pair. (Y/n) dragged into the room, the Child toddling behind her.  “Good morning, Cara, Din.”  She stretched, and Din regarded her clothing.  Her shoulder was exposed from the loose linen top she wore, her black jodhpurs torn and frayed from numerous falls.  Since joining him, her style had become simple and practical, but all he could think about was the long dress she wore when they first met. “Um, good morning.”  Din stood awkwardly.  “Cara is going to take you shopping before we head out.  Is that alright with you?” (Y/n) leaned down and picked up the Child, eyeing Din suspiciously.  Glancing over at Cara who by now had a shit eating grin plastered across her face, she nodded slowly. “Sure, that sounds like it could be fun.” “I will take care of the baby until you two get back, cyar’ika.”  The Mandalorian closed distance and collected the child from her.  Before she could react, he leaned his helmet down, pressing it gently to her forehead.  “I will see you soon.”

The two women meandered towards the market, (Y/n)’s face still flushed. “You know what that was, right?”  Cara asked when they were out of earshot of her dwelling. “That was like, the equivalent of kissing by Mandalorian standard.” She dragged her hands down her face, “I KNOW what it was, Cara.  I just don’t know WHY. What the HELL was that?! Was that MANDO’A? WHAT DOES CYAR’IKA MEAN?”  He had only ever spoken to her in his native tongue once before, and the low growl of his words always sent a fire straight to the flesh of her neck and face.

Everything had gone to hell in a handbasket.  They were cornered, bruised, and broken, under heavy fire from just beyond the cantina doors.  A booming voice had just called the Mandalorian by his name, and the woman clutched her saber so tightly that the skin of her palms began to crack.  Despite the debris from the ammunition and explosions digging into her knees from where she crouched behind the bar, his name being revealed to everyone wounded her somewhere deep behind her ribcage. Something sacred that he had gifted to her out of trust and mutual respect, shouted with indifference to the seemingly infinite number of troops as they pinned the group down.  

The rag-tag group desperately clamored for some promise of an exit, a path to safety.  The medical droid turned child protector had uncovered a small opening that could potentially lead the group to safety, but there wasn’t much time.  Cara, Karga, and IG-11 crouched towards the small opening and began moving forward. (Y/n) scrambled towards the hole, turning to make sure Din was close behind, only to see him collapsed on the ground, unmoving.  She scrambled over to him, tapping the side of his helmet. “Din! DIN? You have to get up, we have to go NOW.”  As she slid her hand behind him to try to assist getting him up, she found that he was covered in something dark and slick.  Blood, and lots of it, was seeping from a wound that was concealed by his helmet.

His breath came through the vocorder in slow pants. “(Y/n) I’m not going to make it. You take this, take the child, and get to safety.”  He pressed a necklace with the emblem of a Mythosaur into her palm, then reached up to press his gloved hand to her cheek. “The covert. They’ll know…..know I sent you.”

Years of Jedi training had taught her about stoicism.  It had taught her about loss, and death, but nothing had prepared her to say goodbye to the Mandalorian.  Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes, as she violently shook her head in protest. “No, Din.  I’m not leaving you.  I will slaughter every Storm Trooper that comes through this door.  I will slay Moff Gideon myself and watch the light leave his eyes. I swear this to you.”  She looped the necklace around her neck, and slowly stood up, flicking her golden lightsaber and taking a fighting stance.

“Cuyir gar gett’se?!”  The Mandalorian wheezed through his vocoder, struggling to catch his breath. “Don’t do this, the child needs you, you’re his mot-.”  He stopped speaking abruptly, and she screamed for IG-11 to assist he Mandalorian.

Several Storm Troopers pressed their way inside, and the only thing she could focus on was holding them off for long enough for IG-11 to get Din to safety.  As they fell one by one, a much larger Storm Trooper entered with a flamethrower and began spraying his flames towards her.  Her palm pressed forward, as she used everything in the Force to keep the flames at bay.  Her strength began to falter, as she peered down to her side.  The child had waddled up beside her, and she quietly pleaded for him to get back. “Baby, please. Please, you’re going to get hurt. You’ve got to go back.”  He raised his tiny three fingered hand and mirrored her position, and the flames began quickly receding.  They soon engulfed the Trooper, and she clamored to scoop the now unconscious baby from the ground, running past IG-11 and the body of the Mandalorian. Cara chuckled to herself, “So now that it’s just the two of us, be honest. You’ve got it bad for him, don’t you?” “No shit, Cara. You can only be stuck with someone on a floating chunk of metal for so long before you start to think they look pretty appealing,” she rolled her eyes. “How long?” Cara guided her into a vendor stall, lined with dresses and garments.  (Y/n) traced her fingers absentmindedly over the lush fabrics, deep in thought. “Uh, remember the story when he was getting jumped by the eight dudes in Canto Bight?”  She picked up a long black dress with an open back. “….You mean the night you met? Are you insane?” Cara looked at her incredulously. “You’ve kept your shit together for six years, without even giving him a hint that you were feeling something?” Her skin flushed. “NO. I was just gonna say this dress is very similar to what I wore that night. GEEZ, Cara, I didn’t even know him yet.”  Cara huffed in frustration. (Y/n) draped the dress over her arm, and placed her hand on Cara’s shoulder. “I can’t describe it. Let me just….show you, okay?”

It all came at once as a flood: everything was suddenly warm, like the heat of the sun on a perfect day, or the way spotchka burned just a little on the way down.  It was a small, smoldering pile of cinders, giving way to an unquenchable blaze.  The feeling of being surrounded by cool, blue water, and a fearless feeling of sinking all the way to the bottom of the sea. The undeniable sensation of falling from some high distance, unsure of when you’ll reach the bottom.

Cara’s eyes opened. “Damn, (Y/n) could you warn me before putting me through the ringer? I didn’t know that was a thing you could do.”  (Y/n) turned towards the dark dress, and shrugged her shoulders. “This is the one.” She gestured to this shopkeep, shoving a handful of credits into their hands. “Let’s get out of here. I need a vacation.”

The Razor Crest docked in Canto Bight, and (Y/n) could barely contain her excitement, a stark contrast to the man behind the beskar.   “if you would like to get dressed, I’m going to run an errand. Will you be ready in half an hour?”

(Y/n) peered at herself in the small mirror as she dabbed a deep rouge color to her lips.  The dress glided behind her as she strode towards the weapons cabinet and pulled out her lightsaber, still in pristine condition.  The high slit of the dress allowed her easy access to strap the weapon to her leg.  The loud hissing of the ramp to the Razor Crest alerted her to Din’s arrival, and she stood expectantly awaiting the moment he got to lay eyes on her.  

The man in the shiny beskar paused in front of her, his helmet tilting downward to take her all in. “You look….” He paused, seemingly choking, noticing the Mythosaur necklace he had given her during the siege situated on her chest. “Really nice, (Y/n).”

She smirked, enjoying how flustered he seemed to be.  “You look pretty nice yourself, Din.  Did you shine your beskar up just for me?”  He quickly nodded.

“I uh….wanted to look as nice as I could for this.  Are you ready to depart?” He gestured towards a speeder at the bottom of the ramp.  “I got a speeder with a sidecar so you wouldn’t have to…um….straddle it in a dress.”  She broke into a giggle, which swelled into a belly laugh.

“That’s surprisingly thoughtful of you. I really can’t believe you pulled all this together for me. Thank you so much.” “Don’t thank me until you see the rest. There’s a lot more to see tonight.” He held out his arm, chivalrously as they walked towards the speeder.  “Do you trust me?”  She thought for a moment. “Well, that depends.  Are you making this nice for me so it’s an easy let down? You’re dumping me back off here or something?”

He scoffed. “No, never. I’m not sure what I would do without you.”  The sincerity in his voice caused her to falter a bit. He regained his stoic composure quickly. “Keep your eyes closed, I’ll tell you when to open them.” The speeder ride felt painfully long, and a bit disorienting.  She had absolutely no concept of space, nor any idea where he might be taking her. The whirring of the speeder engine slowed to a halt, and she could vaguely make out the sounds of waves crashing somewhere nearby.  The Mandalorian disembarked, and strode around to gently lift her from her seat.  

“Okay, you can open your eyes now.”  His voice through the vocorder gravelly beside her ear.

The woman wasn’t prepared for what sight was in front of her.  A large dock surrounded by blue ocean stretched out before them, leading towards a large yacht.  The sky was beginning to display a twinge of orange and pink, reflecting off of the gently rolling waves.  (Y/n) looked over at the Mandalorian, speechless for the first time since they had met.  “Din, this is really too much.  It must have cost a fortune in credits to get this boat.  And if I recall correctly, you HATE the water.”

He shook his head.  “I had a few favors to call in from some associates here.  This is yours to enjoy while we’re here.”  She jumped up and down gleefully, and began running towards the boat.  It never ceased to amaze him her ability to run in high heeled shoes.  

The pair embarked on the yacht, and she watched puzzled as Din entered coordinates into the GPS system. The boat began moving towards some undisclosed location, and she ran towards the front of the boat.  She perched herself against the railing, staring down as the waves passed quickly as the boat sped along.  Innumerable fish passed by, many species she had never seen before.  Din stood back and watched her, arms crossed, an immense amount of hidden enjoyment spreading across his features.  The young woman quickly turned back towards him. “So where are we even heading? I saw you input some coordinates.”  She kicked off her shoes to the side unceremoniously, enjoying the freedom to move about.

“I know a spot.”  He answered plainly.

“Hmmmm, a place where you dump the bodies?” She chided, eyeing him suspiciously.

“No. Just a place I thought you might like to see. I don’t imagine you got to enjoy many spots in Canto Bight during your time here.”  She thought for a moment.

“You’re right.  Most of the time I was just ducking out in alleyways.  I think I only even got to see the coastline twice during the time I was here.  And never like this.”   The setting sun caused her to squint her eyes a bit as she peered out, and the Mandalorian took that time to really take her in:  she was truly beautiful, all pointed features and sharp angles.  He very seldom had the luxury to see her this way, without lines of worry across her forehead, or thinking deeply about how they were going to capture the next quarry. She consistently held a brave face for him and the child, so much that it was often easy to forget that she was a living being.  For a moment he tried to imagine her other life, one where she was a hardened Jedi master: fierce and unrelenting, but also quiet and solitary.  He thought, that life would have never suited her, she was like a wildfire, wild and unquenchable.  Her smile when she held the child, or the attitude she so quickly gave the Mandalorian when he agitated her.  No, she felt far too much to be confined by the life of a Jedi.  She looked back over to him, smiling.

“You know, sometimes I actually can feel what you’re thinking.  You try to keep your thoughts quiet, but sometimes you’re so loud in there.” She shook her head, almost embarrassed. “You’re right, though.  That was never the life for me.  I’m a little bit too erratic for the discipline they expected from me.”  He moved towards her, placing his hand tentatively on her shoulder.

“There’s nothing shameful about that. You’re impulsive at times, wild even. But you know, sometimes I’m not sure this is the life I want to live either.”  She gazed at his hand for a moment, before turning her attention to the T shaped visor, confused at his confession.  He continued, “There are many days when I think maybe it’s time to take off the armor, to give all of this up. Maybe settle down with the kid somewhere and try to have some normalcy.”

“Din, where is this coming from?  The Creed is your entire life….”  The boat sputtered to a halt, and he gently guided her to turn back around:  all that could be seen around them was a beautiful sunset undisturbed and untouched by the Canto Bight skyline. Her mouth hung open in shock.  “Din, I’ve never seen anything like this before.  Every planet I’ve seen, in all my travels. Nothing this beautiful.”

“Neither have I.”  He spoke softly, and she smiled back towards him. She immediately noticed his visor didn’t face the sunset, he was looking down at her.  “(Y/n), I want you to do something for me.”  He clasped both her hands in his, shocking her at his blatant display of affection.

“After you put all of this together for me? I’ll do literally anything you ask of me.” She winked at him.

He slowly lifted her hands to the edge of the beskar helmet on his head, exhaling shakily.  Her fingers traced the cool metal that shielded his face from the world, as he let go of her hands.  She felt herself starting to tremble at the immense amount of trust her placed in her, allowing her to touch his helmet.  His hands now found purchase at her waist, another action so intimate she felt her heart swell.

“I want—I want you to take it off.” His voice was uneven and gentle, as though he couldn’t believe the words had slipped out to her so easily.

“Din, NO,” she quickly removed her hands and tried to pull herself from his grasp.  “Your Creed. I can’t see you without it. Why the kriff would you want to give that up now, after all this time?”  His grasp on her waist didn’t falter, instead pulling her in closer to him.  She slapped her hands on his cuirass, agitated.  “I won’t let you throw away your entire life for me.”  

“I don’t have to ‘throw away’ anything for you, cya’rika.  All these years you’ve traveled with me…You’ve followed me to the ends of the earth to protect the child…OUR child.  You have never betrayed my trust, despite your absolute ruthless nature.  I want to give this to you.”

Tears began welling up in her eyes. “You can’t, Din. As much as I wish I could say yes, we can’t.  I know what it means to throw away everything you worked for, but I made that choice.  Your Creed is everything to you.”

“I don’t have to give up my Creed to show you my face…”  He spoke barely above a whisper.  “We’re a clan of three. Aliit ori’shya tal’din: Family is more than blood.”  He echoed the phrase the Armorer had told him.

“I’m familiar with Mandalorian customs, Din: You can remove your helmet in front of your child.” She grew increasingly more agitated and anxious.

“Or…my riduur.”  She shifted her weight nervously.  

“Din, I’m familiar with customs, not the language.  I don’t even know what that means.”

His hands moved to grasp hers again, placing them on his helmet with more conviction.  “Wife.  It means, my wife.” “Are you….are you asking me to…?”  He nodded.  “You’re not just messing with me right now?”  He shook his head in response, and she began a combination of laughing and crying all at the same time.

“So will you do it?” He whispered softly, and she squeezed her eyes shut tightly as she lifted the helmet.  A quiet hiss echoed around them, as the sun began to dip just beyond the horizon.  Din took the helmet from her, and placed it to the side.  “Open your eyes, (Y/n).”

She slowly opened her eyes to the man before her.  The rays from the finally setting sun settled upon his golden tan skin, framed by loose brown curls.  Her hands shot up to her mouth in shock.  “Din, you’re…..hot? Like, I knew you had swagger, but you’re….you’re a vision.”  He looked at her shyly, and began to laugh. “Stars, and your smile? I can’t believe you never told me how beautiful you were underneath that tin can.”

He wrapped his arms around her waist, and leaned towards her so dangerously close that their lips were almost touching. “I mean, I figured all this time you thought I looked like the child.”  She reached up to touch his face with nothing but reverence and adoration.

“You could have been a Mon Calamari under there and I would love you…” She paused, her cheeks flushed with her confession.  His gloved hand cupped the side of her face, and she leaned into him, never breaking eye contact.  “I love you, (Y/n).” She released his face and threw her arms around his still armor-clad shoulders, pressing into a tentative kiss.

“I will marry you, Din. Under one condition.” She murmured, lips still hovering close to his.

“Anything you want, cyar’ika.”

“You gotta start teaching me Mando’a.”  She felt his chest move, as laughter began bubbling up from deep within him. “Hey, it’s not funny! You keep slipping in words and phrases and I’ve been in the dark this whole time!”

He brushed his lips against her forehead. “Okay, anything you want to know.”

“When we were on Nevarro, and you were….um…dying.  You said something. What was it?”  He pulled back and thought about it for a moment.

“I’m pretty sure I told you that you were nuts.”  Her fist connected with his shoulder. “OW, what was that for?”

“All this time, I’ve been sitting here, thinking that you were professing your love with your dying breath. And you were just telling me that I was CRAZY?”  

He gently thumbed over the necklace he had given her. “In a way, I was. Gar cuyir gett’se. You’re the bravest, most fearless, insane woman I have ever met. Cyar’ika, my beloved.”  

The pair had spent their travel time back to Nevarro, with Din patiently teaching her phrases of Mando’a, particularly phrases for their wedding vows.  They had made the decision to have the ceremony performed on Nevarro, with the child, Cara, Greef Karga and the Armorer present, even though Mandalorian weddings were a simple exchanging of words.  As they approached the docking bay, (Y/n) seemed to vibrate with excitement.  The hatch opened, and the pair could see Cara laughing with the baby settled on her hip, and Greef Karga gesticulating animatedly.  

(Y/n) practically skipped off towards the group, Din following slowly behind.  He was still tentative; he didn’t know what to expect with their news. As (Y/n) approached, the baby wiggled and writhed away from Cara, and she plopped him down watching him waddle over and clasp onto (Y/n)’s leg.

Cara eyed the pair carefully, cutting between the two of them. “Something’s different, isn’t it? You’ve got an awful lot of spring in your step to just have some vacation afterglow.”  (Y/n) turned, smiling at the Mandalorian.

He nervously cleared his throat, and moved to stand by her side, dwarfing her in his height.  “I have asked (Y/n) to be my riduur.”

She proudly bounced on the heels of her feet. “Wife.  That means wife, everyone. He’s been teaching me Mando’a on the trip back.”  Everyone gaped at the pair, the baby cooing and sputtering excitedly.  “What’s everyone staring at?”  For a brief moment, seemingly suspended in time, everyone was too shocked to speak. Greef Karga broke the silence by stepping forward and clapping the Mandalorian on his pauldron covered shoulder.

“I knew you had it in you, Mando.  I’m glad you’re keeping her around. She’s always been crazy enough to get things done.” He shot a quick wink over to the woman, who beamed up at the expressionless helmet.

“She certainly is, which is why she wants to go ahead and do it today.”  As if the baby knew what Mando was saying, he began cooing and gurgling excitedly.  He reached down and stroked the child’s slightly furry head.  “We would like all of you to attend as our witnesses.  Mandalorian wedding vows are a simple exchanging of words, but we would like for all of you to be a part of it.”

Later in the day, as the blazing sun hung above the city, the group found themselves in the Mandalorian covert.  The Armorer greeted the group warmly and led them to a common space with comfortable seating.  Din and (Y/n) stood before them, hand in hand, as they began to recite the vows he had taught her on the flight back to Nevarro.

“Mhi solus tome.  Mhi solus dhar’tome. Mhi me’dinui an.  Mhi ba’juri verde.”  Din clasped his gloves hands on her cheeks, pulling her towards him.  Gently, he pressed the forehead of his helmet to her, and she beamed back at him.

“So that’s it? You’re married now?”  Karga slapped his hands to his knees.  The Armorer nodded.

“Yes.  Mandalorian custom dictates a simple exchange of words as a binding marital contact.  This is the Way.”

(Y/n) strode towards Cara, collecting the baby.  “Well that’s it little guy, I guess I’m officially your mom now.”

The Armorer nodded her head in agreement.  “A clan of three.  Go forth and raise warriors.”  (Y/n) chuckled.

“I think warrior, singular, is about all we can handle right now.  I think our little clan is finally complete.”  She gazed at his visor adoringly.  “Now, we better get back to work.  I blew a bunch of our credits at the casino on Canto Bight. Karga, got any pucks for us?”  The group stared at her incredulously, as Din wrapped his arm around her shoulders.

“I told ner cyar’ika no using the Force to cheat.  We didn’t need their security ruining her vacation.”  She shrugged under his weight.

Karga grumbled. “Nuttiest bounty hunters in the entire Guild.  I swear, they were made for each other.”

The baby cooed happily between them, and (Y/n) felt her chest swell with pride.  After all those solitary years, the brutal Jedi training, she finally felt as though she had the entire galaxy within her reach.  The things she so outrageously dreamed of, prematurely stolen from her in her youth, restored by a fifty something year old child, and a man clad in armor as impenetrable as his heart: a family all her own. A clan of three.

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what’s mando’s one kink that he would never admit to but would get him rock hard in an instant if it somehow came up im asking for a friend

SO TUMBLR FUCKED UP THIS POST AND MADE IT SO THE READ MORE IS UP THERE AND I CANT CHANGE, MOVE, OR DELETE IT 

so what was here, my answer and the fic have been copied over to THIS POST so go read it there! 

Thanks! sorry this site it dumb lmao

A TRIP TO THE MARKET

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Opposites [ Mandalorian x Reader ] 04

The sun was just beginning to peek over the edge of the dunes when Mando started up his ship. It rumbled under you as it began its ascent into the air and journey into the stars. It was strange as the ship began to sail in the sea of stars. Everything was dark up here. An ocean of an abyss filled with gem shards of stars. Your eyes scanned the vast landscape before you, hands gripping the armrests lightly to contain your excitement. It was everything you had dreamed about and more. "Have you never seen stars before?" Mando's gruff voice broke the silence, only stealing your attention away for a moment before you were focusing back on the stars.

"From the ground but never this close up. It is amazing."

"Are you telling me-" The chair turned to face yours, armored arms crossed over his beskar chest, "-that you have never been on a ship flying before? You said you were a skilled mechanic. Did you lie to me? I can still go back down to that sand-covered hole you call home and go on without you."

"No! I mean, I haven't but I've worked on a lot of ships before. They just...didn't fly. I could get them to turn on and I could have flown them if I knew how. I'm a mechanic, Mr.Mando, not a pilot. I never lied to you." Sitting up straight, you looked at where you assumed his eyes were. You wouldn't let his Mandalorian act get to you. He wanted you to feel intimidated, yet for a man to take in a băiat (baby boy), he couldn't be that terrible. You had been told you trusted people too quickly but you didn't let their words stop you. "Don't call me Mr.Mando." With the huff, he spun his chair back to focus on the controls. There was an alto pilot for backup at the moment but he still was plotting a course to find the next best planet to go to. You didn't care where he wanted to go as long as he took you away from your planet. What would you see? What was out there that you had never seen? Just the thought excited you. With one final glance at the vast unknown in front of you, you turned your attention to the newest book you had found. When you went scavenging, it was a rare treat to find pieces of literature. Sometimes they would be manuals or fiction but this was different. This was a notebook or diary someone had filled in. It was the first time you had ever found something like this. It was covered in wreckage from the ship when you found it but after a good brushing over, the only hint to the past was the aged pages and slightly worn cover.

The coffee-colored pages were held together by a leather cover with what looked to be two swords crossing on the cover. There was no way for you to tell how old it was. You had flipped through it quickly when you first found it and there weren't any dates listed. Perhaps it would be hidden in the entries and you could figure it out yourself. If there were any big or famous events, you should be able to put a small timeline together. The time didn't matter in reality. You had simply taken the book because it seemed interesting. There was nothing you were expecting to learn, unlike the other manuals you had taken from other ships.

As you opened the journal, you could feel how rough the pages were against your fingers. It had to be at least ten years old, probably older. You were surprised that it had lasted with how it looked to be on its last leg. A few more years and it may have begun to wear away, leaving broken pages and a worn leather cover. Who knows what kind of secrets would have been lost if you hadn't found it? Your eyes began to scan over the words, escaping into the diary to allow the Mandalorian the quiet which he seemed to prefer. The only time he did was when he reprimanded you. You pushed those thoughts to the side, making yourself focus on what was written on the pages. -Entry One-

I'm not sure why I'm writing this.

I've never kept a diary before but now I have so much I can't tell others. It is not due to a lack of trust per se but I know that I will only end up being scolded or taught some deep lesson if I do say anything. I could always talk to Skyguy about some of this stuff but he already has so much on his plate. I've ranted to R2 but it is still a lot different ranting to him. I know he is way smart and advanced for a droid but he still is a droid. Plus, what if he goes and tells Master? I can't risk that happening. It's nothing serious, I don't think anyway. R2 said it was just girl troubles and normal as I started to reach puberty. Yuck! Just the idea of R2 knowing and understanding puberty feels weird...Like he is a textbook of what happens during it. He can't fully understand how it feels. Robots don't go through puberty...Do they?

Anyway, he probably is right. There aren't many other fourteen-year-olds fightings in the rebellion. Plus, I am surrounded by guys all the time! There was the rare occasion of seeing Padme or some of the other female rebels but most of the time it is all guys. If I did have any questions, how could I ask them!? I'm not changing that much, right? I should just write down some of my questions about that and ask the next time Padme is around. She seems close to Master so she tends to pop up unexpectedly. I can feel how much he trusts her. I trust her, though I don't spend that much time with her. Still, she has some type of maternal aura around her when I'm near? Is it because she is so used to dealing with C3PO? That would be a handful. I'm glad we have R2 instead.

I also have some questions about the Jedi but I don't dare ask any of them just yet. Maybe I can ask Skyguy one day but not now. I just...Recently there was an attack and it was unknown if there were any survivors that needed help. Obi-wan said it was too risky to do a search and believed we should have left them. How could he think like that? They are a part of this rebellion as much as we are. I know he is just worried but is that how a Jedi is supposed to feel? I've heard him scolding Master at times for being so close to R2. Jedi's don't make attachments. Like, seriously? Why is that a rule we are supposed to follow?

Master doesn't think like that. It's hard to figure out what he believes because he always pretends when he wants to do something that Obi-wan doesn't believe in. He agreed about the search mission at first but once we left the base, he decided we had to go and find them. Does he get how confusing that is? He calls me reckless at times but he is thinking the same thing. He just acts like that because I'm younger than him. That has to be it.

I know both of them are good people but I just can't understand why they aren't as willing to take chances. We are the Jedi. We help people, it's what we do. Right? I'm not so sure anymore what we are supposed to stand for.

It's so confusing. I just want to help people and take down the bad ones. That sounds simple enough. Maybe it is just because they're old and need a young person to remind them what we need to do. They praised my determination for the search mission after it was all done. That has to be a good sign. Yet I dare not ask these questions yet and risk my padawanship. I still have so much to learn before I can do anything to help. I'm going to change the Jedi way one day. No one is going to have to follow those stupid rules...Oh, Gods, I'm starting to sound like Master now. Was he this way when he was a Padawan? Maybe we are more alike then I think.

As the entry drew to a close, you heard cooing and felt the child climbing up your leg to get on your lap. You had wondered where he was when the ship first took off. You assumed he was off taking a nap somewhere, maybe he was. Kids need a lot of sleep when they are that young. Well, when they are in that life-stage anyway. You couldn't call this child young when he was as old as your grandfather. It was interesting to see in person how different races can differ in such important life matters such as aging.

Shutting the book and placing it aside, you turned your attention to the little green ball of energy. With how he was acting, he just woke up from a nap and was ready to play. You doubted that the Mandalorian played with him a lot. He seemed to even keep himself from touching the little thing as much as possible. Did he not want to get attached? Just like in the entry, did he believe he couldn't form attachments?

To you, that was utter nonsense. Your people put relationships, platonic or romantic, above everything else in your beliefs. Being raised that way had made you able to express your feelings easily and let people know that you cared about them. Did this tough warrior have anyone? Did he ever have someone? This life seemed one filled with loneliness and solitude. As you had gotten on the ship, it was easy to figure out he was a bounty hunter with the carbonite freezer he had. Finding this kid was good for him...Who could keep themselves from getting close to the baby? He was so cute and adorable. You loved children to begin with but this one was the cutest you had ever seen. It hit those evolutionary instincts to take care of him with those big eyes. It was easy enough to entertain the child since he found your fingers to be just as interesting as any toy he could have. His tiny hands reached up and grasped at your fingers which threatened to tickle him. Could he laugh? You were curious if he was just like a normal baby in that regard. That was a question that deserved to be experimented on. His cooing was adorable enough that it would only make sense that his giggle would be too.

Your attention was drawn away from the diary you had read. There would be time later when he went back to taking a nap that would give you time to think. Still, it was hard to ignore one piece that you had read in the ink dried from years past. A ringing question that seemed to stick in your brain even as you idly played with the green jellybean: What was a Jedi?

[newt-the-newt]

The Mandalorian’s Everything - Chapter 3

Story Masterlist

Word Count: 3100

Warnings: mild action, violence and some death, but mostly just very cheesy fluff.

The next morning, the Mandalorian woke up to the sound of some crackling and quiet humming. He quickly put his mask and armour on, and stepped out of the room.

When he saw you cooking an egg on the burner, he felt a little tug pull on his heart strings. He wondered what it would be like to watch you do that every morning.  Every morning with clean clothes and a grand kitchen to cook in, with piles and piles of all the food you made. The bounty hunter shook his head as he cleared his mind of those thoughts.

When you heard his footsteps you turned towards the Mandalorian with a big grin plastered on your face. "Rise and shine, sleeping beauty. I think you may have slept in more than you meant to."

He paused for a moment, thinking. "Why, what time is it?" he replied in a small, monotone voice.

"11:30."

Silence. "What." He hadn't slept that late since... oh god, he can't remember.

You giggled. "Yup, 11:30. Don't you worry, I only have to work at the bar today and that starts at 4. Even so, I would have waited till you woke up."

Silence once more. "Thank you."

You grinned again. "Of course. I've got some more food here for you. I'm sorry it's not much, but it should last you at least till lunch." You placed the food in front of the Mandalorian. "I have to go feed Grandma, and I will be in there until you say it's okay. You're more than welcome to eat in my room if that makes you more comfortable."

You turned around and walked down the hall with a bowl in one hand and a glass of water in the other.

"Thank you." You stopped and turned around. 

"Of course. Now eat your food."

The Mandalorian did as he was told. He went into your room, shut the curtain, sat on the bed and looked down at what you gave him: the egg you had just cooked, scrambled. An apple that looked like the freshest apple he had ever seen. 3 grapes that looked crisp, yet juicy. A sausage that looked to be cooked just right. And a piece of bread with butter on it.

Oh my god. The Mandalorian couldn't even begin to imagine how much this cost you, and how much extra you were going to have to work to pay it off. It wasn't even a lot of food, but on this planet? God, this would be equivalent to about 100 credits on Corellia. He couldn't eat this, plus, he could go out and buy his own food later. Maybe he could find a way to hide it here for you.

"You better be eating that food, Lumpy!" you shouted from the other room. How did you know?

He sighed and took off his helmet. He placed it right beside him and slowly started eating the food. He had to give it to you... it was delicious. For not eating many eggs and sausages in your life, you sure were good at cooking them. 

Then he remembered that you probably cooked plenty in the restaurant you serve in as well.

He finished up the food quickly and put his helmet back on. As much as he really wanted to stay here with you, he had to go deliver his bounty before someone heard him wake up in his speeder. 

He stepped out of the room and placed his plate on the table. He then walked down the hallway towards your Grandma's room, where he opened the curtain to see you feeding her the last of the oatmeal you made.

You must have felt the Mandalorian's stare because you didn't even turn to look at him as you asked, "All done?"

He nodded. "Yes."

You smiled and replied, "Good. I'll pack you a water bottle for your journey."

"That's really not necessary-"

You walked up to him and placed a finger on the part of the mask where his mouth would be, silencing his words. "You saved me, in more ways than you realize. Let me do this for you as my thanks."

The Mandalorian nodded slowly, which caused you to smile. "Thank you."

"No, Lumpy. Thank you."

The bounty hunter watched with masked amusement as you scrambled around the house looking for everything you needed. You walked around the kitchen and placed every last bit of food you had on top of a clean cloth you found in your room. You filled up a pouch with water, then went to go find a string in your room. When you came back to the kitchen you went to the cloth with food on the table and tied it up.

"Oh, I think Grandma wanted a word with you. I'm not sure what she wants but you don't have to go, or if you want me to go with you I can-"

You were cut off by the bounty hunter walking down the hallway towards your Grandma's room. He smiled under his mask as he heard you breathe out, "Yeah, gotta fix the rambling," and go back into the kitchen to do something.

When the Mandalorian walked into your Grandma's room, he went and sat in the chair beside her bed. She seemed to have noticed because she opened her eyes and gave a weak, sad smile.

"You wanted to see me."

Your Grandma nodded. "Yes."

After a few minutes of silence, (it seemed like your Grandma was trying to come up with the correct words), she spoke up.

"Y/N has not had a good experience here. And it breaks my heart every time I see that sweet, smart girl walk in the room with the most beautiful smile on her face because I know the only reason she's here, is for me."

She yawned, then continued, "I want you to protect her."

The Mandalorian furrowed his eyebrows beneath his mask. "Who, Y/N? From what?"

Your Grandma smiled again. "You'll know."

And she fell asleep.

Realizing that the conversation was indeed over (if you can even call that a conversation), the bounty hunter made his way back to the kitchen where he saw you running around like a chicken with it's head cut off.

When you heard him approaching, you quickly gestured him to sit at the table and said, "Stay there, I have one more thing to give you before you go."

You then ran to your room and started searching literally everything. After a few minutes, the Mandalorian heard a "Bingo!", then watched as you made your way back to the kitchen.

"So, I actually have two things for you, and I'm not sure if they go against your code or not because they have sentimental value or... anyway, here's the first one."

You placed a silver chain into the Mandalorian's outstretched palm. The chain was thin, but that wasn't what caught his attention. Oh no, what caught his attention was the piece of metal dangling from the end of it.

The bounty hunter brought it up closer to his face to examine the metal. He read the inscription 'To my everything", and looked up at you.

"It was my Grandma's. My Grandpa gave it to her, and she gave it to me. I wanted to give it to you as my last thank you for your help."

"You really should keep this, I didn't even do much-"

"I also have this for your ship. This was my uncle's, but I've never had a very good use for it. He and his friend had a matching set."

On the table you placed a gold chain with a golden die attached to each end. "I'm hoping it'll bring you good luck with all your travels. My uncle said he and his friend found two of them on Corellia before they escaped, and they headed separate ways. Said it helped his friend do the Kessel Run in... I believe 12 parsecs."

The Mandalorian took both gifts from you and placed them back into your palm. "I'm not taking these."

You raised a brow. "Right," you said as you put them into an empty pocket in his belt. "I'll help you to your speeder."

You both walked out to the speeder. Luckily, for the Mandalorian, his bounty was still knocked out in the storage compartment, probably from the heat.

The bounty hunter climbed on and started up the speeder. You came up beside him, making him look up at you.

"Safe travels, Lumpy. Maybe I'll see you again some other day."

The Mandalorian nodded. Oh, how he hated to leave you. He really wanted to stay. To just hang up his mask for good and be here with you. Or take you some place much nicer where you wouldn't have to live in poverty.

How he wishes he could take you away and free you from this awful place.

But he knows he can't.

"See you around."

You smiled once more. "Bye, Lumpy." And with that, the Mandalorian was off.

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The bounty hunter had made it to his ship in roughly 10 minutes, and instantly set to work. The faster he got off this planet, the faster he could start to forget you. If he could start to forget you.

He grabbed his bounty from the storage compartment, brought him onto the ship, tied his arms behind his back and tied his legs together. He then tied his arms and legs to a pole at the back of his ship (in a probably painful way).

He woke up his bounty by throwing cold water on his face, and left whatever was in the bowl in front of the target's face so he could drink the leftovers.

Once he was satisfied the assignment was not going anywhere, as he was too weak and desperate for the water at the moment, the Mandalorian went to his room to quickly take off his chest armour and clip the necklace you gave him, and put the armour back on. He then moved to the cockpit of his ship and sat down.

He took out the dice and hung them from a small hook on the top window frames of his cockpit, and sighed.

As he started up the ship, the bounty hunter heard a very loud noise, and felt his ship start to tremble. He looked up through his windshield and have a horrified gasp. An entire Imperial Star Destroyer was aiming to hover right above your little town.

Now, normally the bounty hunter wouldn't care. As long as he stayed out of their way, they would stay out of his. But, now? You were there. And he knew exactly what was going to happen.

The Stormtroopers were going to attack your home again, and this time you were not far enough away to save yourself.

The Mandalorian didn't even think as he quickly grabbed his weapon, made sure that the bounty was not going anywhere, jumped in his speeder and sped straight to your home.

Your Grandma's words rang through his ears. "Protect her," and, "You'll know."

He didn't know how but she knew that they were coming, and he had to get you out of there. Now.

Speeding up his land speeder to the maximum, he almost made it to the front of your door in time. Almost.

There were explosions coming from many homes. Fire was everywhere, and it didn't do anything to help with the heat of the planet you were on.

The Mandalorian could see your house, and watched as 2 Stormtroopers came out of your home. One of them carrying your Grandma, the other pushing you towards the centre circle where they were gathering everyone from the town.

He was so close, just 60 seconds away.

He could hear you desperately screaming "Please, just don't hurt my Grandma. Do whatever you want with me, just leave her alone." He could see your face was wet with tears from your eyes and blood from your temple where someone hit you in the head.

The Stormtroopers ignored you as they brought you both to the middle. The one carrying your Grandma threw her onto the ground, and the other pushed you so hard you fell face first into the sand. A third one came up and made you both kneel.

The Mandalorian was now only 30 seconds away, and he was furious. He stopped the speeder right before the town's entrance because he didn't want anyone to hear him coming.

The Stormtroopers made a circle around everyone with their guns pointed towards all of the innocent townspeople.

The bounty hunter ran behind the building that was closest to you and your Grandma, and was quickly trying to think of his next move. He could get one of you out for certain. He wasn't so sure about the both of you.

At that moment, your Grandma had caught sight of him and made eye contact with him beneath the mask. When she slowly nodded and gave a sad smile, the Mandalorian knew exactly what she wanted him to do. So that's what he did.

Once he heard the Commander say "Fire on three," the bounty hunter prepared himself.

"One," he waited.

"Two," he started sprinting as silently as he could. He hadn't caught the attention of anyone yet because of all the frightened gasps of the people.

"Three. Fire!"

The Mandalorian quickly jumped in front of your screaming body, covering you as much as he could from the gunshots.

Though he was covering your front, one had managed to get you from behind and hit you in your shoulder. As you whimpered pain, the bounty hunter quickly scooped you up and started running towards his speeder.

"Wait, what about my Grandma? You can't leave her, please, go back!"

You were sobbing, and it broke the Mandalorian's heart for the first time in a long time. But he had to get you out of here. And he had to do it now.

He cradled your bleeding body as close to him as he possibly could to keep as much of you protected, and made a mad dash towards his speeder. Many of the clones had noticed him trying to escape, and were now either firing at him or chasing him.

He jumped on to his speeder and zoomed away, still keeping your body tucked in to his to protect you from any of the blaster fire. Luckily the Stormtroopers have their horrible aim, so the bounty hunter was able to get you to his ship without any more injuries.

After a few minutes the shots being fired at him were ceased because the Mandalorian was much too far away now, but he wasn't taking any chances. He tried to help you get more comfortable in his lap but it was very hard to with your wound.

As soon as he came up to his ship the bounty hunter slowed it down and drove it up the ramp. He then turned it off and very carefully lifted you out of the speeder. You had passed out, but the Mandalorian was not surprised. You had a lot of blood loss, you were in a lot of pain, you just watched your Grandma die, and you had been crying quite a bit. It made the Mandalorian's heart rip into shreds.

He quickly brought you to his room and set you down on your stomach on his bed. He didn't want to leave your side, but he knew he had to for the moment for very obvious reasons.

After looking back at you one last time, the Mandalorian first went to make sure his bounty was still there. He was, and also passed out. Next he went to the cockpit of his ship. He knew if he were to get you out of here alive he had to do it now before the Empire went searching.

The bounty hunter wasn't too worried about being followed though, because in their eyes it was just a poor little girl that escaped, and she can't do them any harm.

He quickly closed the ramp and the bay doors, then started up the ship. After getting off the planet, he immediately went into hyperspace to get to Coruscant. He wanted to get his bounty off the ship ASAP because he did not want the two of you to be in the same room ever again.

After making sure that the autopilot was set, the Mandalorian made his way to his room where you were sleeping. He first made a stop to his little bathroom area and grabbed some cloths, towels, a bowl that he filled with water, and some antibiotics.

He walked into his room with the supplies and knelt on the floor beside you. The bounty hunter also grabbed a small knife that he used to cut the clothes around your burn to make it easier to clean. He would like to change you out of the stinky and dirty clothes you were in now to make you more comfortable, but you had very much respected his privacy back in your home, so it was only right he did the same.

He dipped one of the cloths into the bowl of water and gently started cleaning your wound. You hissed a bit in your sleep, but it seemed that the pain wasn't too bad; which was a good sign. It meant that he could properly clean the blood.

It took him almost half an hour to get the entire wound completely cleaned, but it was worth it. Your face had started to relax, and you seemed to become more peaceful. The Mandalorian studied you for a few minutes; it seemed the longer he looked the more intrigued he became.

He followed the soft wrinkles in your forehead from stress to the bags under your eyes, then down the bridge of your nose to your delicate cheeks and lips. He traced the soft curves of your jawline with his eyes and made his way down your neck. Before he could control himself the Mandalorian found himself gently caressing the exposed and healthy skin on your back.

How he longed to take off the mask and armour so he could touch you with his bare hands, hold you in his arms and never let you go. He had never hated his armour more than he did in that moment.

But he had a feeling that the galaxy still needed him to be a bounty hunter, a Mandalorian, so he quietly applied some healing cream and a bandage on your wound and left you to sleep.

As he sat in the cockpit, the Mandalorian thought of you, and wondered what the hell he was going to do now.

[absurdthirst]

Plz help! I cannot for the life of me find this MandoxReader fic, it’s a multi chapter and all I remember is one chapter where Din fucks the reader while teacher her to shoot the rifle and then later there’s like a virginity/strangers roll play while they’re staying in a village while trying to get Grogu to use the sewing stones? Plzz help <3

Anyone?

Yep..

Thank you @stealyourblorbos and @thevoiceinyourheadx

It’s a story that has been removed. It was called Dust by @etchedbox

[vercopaanir]

Don’t Go Far

The Lovely Moons, Chapter 9

Masterlist for this series

Pairing: The Mandalorian x Blind!Reader

Summary: Listless from your time in space, you’re grateful to spend some time in the sun. It’s hard living in the dark.

Warnings: None.

Notes: I haven’t written for fandom in a few years, but the stars have aligned! This is a part of a larger whole, but I’m just testing the waters to see if it’s worth any interest. All the stories I read for MandoxReader are so good, and this whole series story has been in my head for weeks now. Also on AO3.

Weeks spent in the cold cavern of the Razor Crest sometimes offered disassociation with certain things of the natural world. The air was stiff and recycled. The walls and floors were made of unforgivable metal that often made your legs and feet sore the first few weeks aboard, since your shoes weren’t exactly made for it. The worst was the darkness. Even with the glow of power ever present beneath buttons and switches, you felt your head begin to ache trying to decipher the shapes and shadows beyond the pale, unseeing veil of blindness.

Most beings thought being blind meant total darkness, but that wasn’t the case. You could make out certain shapes of things, shifts in patterns of light. Colors even bled through, if the sun shone bright enough. Sunshine afforded you shades and shadows, but the Razor Crest seemed to take your advantages and left you utterly frustrated with the dark.

So, when you woke up to a strange, cool breeze kissing your face, you wiggled your toes beneath the threadbare blanket and took a deep breath. It wasn’t the stale air of the stars, but something almost sweet. As your mind began to come alive, you became aware of the silence that missed the dull hum of engines.

Then, as you listened, you could hear the baby gurgling a little ways away, and you pushed yourself up. Pulling your soft soled boots onto your feet, you ignored pulling your outer robes on, content with the linen dress that gave you a bit of layering against the lower temperatures, because this cool breeze wasn’t just cool. It had a strange warmth to it, too, and a fresh feeling that swept up your legs and arms and made you think of bright water and clear skies.

Moving out of your quarters, you held a hand out against the rough, metal wall, and you followed the breeze as it grew stronger. The sounds of the child, now babbling, also grew louder. You’d surmised the ship was docked, but where the ship actually was, you hadn’t the first idea.

Coming into the hull, the breeze was practically airing out the heart and belly of the Razor Crest, and you couldn’t keep the sigh from your lips. The ramp had been lowered, because you could make out bright, shining sunlight reflecting off of it and illuminating the hull. Against the light, there was a shape lower to the ground, and it shifted towards you.

“Good morning.” 

You kept your voice low by reflex, the hoarse tinge of your own tone undeniable. As you moved forward, you reached out to the threshold of the door, lowering yourself to sit next to the Mandalorian warrior you traveled with. Normally, neither of you spoke much, but neither of you were impolite, either. The air was so easy to breathe here, you couldn’t help yourself as you settled comfortably onto the floor, taking in the breeze.

You felt the Mandalorian shift again, and when he spoke, his voice was directed towards you, his own tone even and quiet. “Good morning.”

The baby gurgled happily, and you could nearly make out the tint of green in the sun, the small misshapen shape of the child tumbling from the darker shadow of its father and waddling towards you. It fell into your lap with a delighted coo, and you grinned, lifting your hands to gently stroke the long, petal shaped ears through your fingers. “Hello, there.”

The three of you sat in companionable silence, and you found your eyes closing in relief. It had been weeks since you’d been to a temperate climate, and one as peaceful as this. The warmth of the sun and the cool breeze mingled on your skin, rinsing your neck of perspiration from the night. You could hear animals somewhere in the distance, birds singing to each other. 

Then, another sound, something you hadn’t heard in a long, long time as you paid close attention.

“Is that water?” you ask, tilting your head towards your silent employer. You can hear lapping, the sound of sloshing. It’s unmistakable, and your skin suddenly blooms with goosebumps.

There’s a shift in fabric, and he replies, “Yes.”

You can tell when the Mandalorian turns his head to you. He always does, when he’s speaking with you. It makes you feel warm to know he still maintains eye contact with you, even though you couldn’t make out his eyes even if you weren’t blind. It’s polite, in a way that you hadn’t realized you missed until you met him. Every time he does it, your heart seems to press itself against your breast.

“A river or a lake?”

“A stream, I think. Haven’t been out to check, but it’s not far.”

The child shifts in your arms, and you realize you’d lapsed in petting his ears. You return to the task, and he coos before settling again. The tranquility that blankets the three of you is remarkable, considering what a chaotic void of distress you’d come through to get here. A balancing act between security, shelter, and sustenance, and that’s simple survival. You know there are grasping hands in the dark, frigid reaches of the world wanting the little one you cradle in your lap. You don’t bother asking if where you are is safe, because you know the Mandalorian wouldn’t have chosen anything less without being on complete guard. You don’t question if you’re alone, or if you’re secure in supplies. 

For now, it seems that those things can wait...just a little while. Just this once.

Without prelude, you push yourself up to stand with one hand, and you can feel the shadow ever present beside you shift. It dawns on you, as you lift the child more firmly against you, that he must expect you to fall more than you do. He himself isn’t the most graceful, you consider, and it almost makes you smile to think of how many times you’ve heard him curse under his breath if he bumps his head or smacks his side into something. 

He never asks if you need help, though, and you are grateful for the allowance of asking for help yourself. You step down onto the ramp, smiling when the baby starts to wiggle in excitement.

“Where are you going?”

You pause at the bottom of the ramp, testing the earth beneath you. It’s soft-far softer than the metal flooring you’re used to padding around on. Rather than underbrush and brambles, you’re met with gentle grass. You turn towards his voice and tilt your head.

“To find the stream.” You consider his hesitation, knowing he’s regarding you and the child with no small amount of apprehension. It hangs around him like a gloom, something he masticates on without ever voicing. Perhaps he’s nervous you will trip and fall. Perhaps he’s scared the stream’s current will sweep the baby away if you drop the little one. You have to bite your cheek to keep from smiling at the notion. “Would you like to come with us?”

The Mandalorian doesn’t answer with words, simply rising to his feet with less clamor than you expect from a fully armored warrior, and he descends the ramp to follow your steps faithfully. You wait until he’s beside you, and the sound of his boots on the grass is nice. A laugh bubbles out of you, though, when he quickly passes you.

“Don’t you ever go slow?”

He freezes ahead, a dark shadow against the sunlight, and you make him wait as you walk until you’re standing side by side. You relish the grass under your soles and the fresh air running through your hair. Your thin dress flutters around your ankles, and you move the baby into your other arm.

“Not really,” comes the answering huff.

Your smile widens, and with caution, you gently slip your hand in the crook of his elbow-beneath his pauldron and above vambrace. You feel his whole body go tense, and you pause, inclining your head up towards his shifting darkness in your periphery.

“Is this alright?” you ask, gently holding on as you start walking again. 

He must nod, or perhaps he just doesn’t deign to answer at all, because the silence falls back over you. You notice his pace seemed forced into submission, and you hide your smile at the stiffness in his side. It’s as if he’s concentrating on walking with you rather than on the destination for once, and you think he must feel utterly uncomfortable. 

The little one seems happy to be carried until the stream’s current sings louder in your ears. You crest a small slope, making out the sun glancing off the water, and the child wriggles and fights your hold.

“Alright,” you laugh softly, gently lowering him down to the grass. The baby begins toddling away, and you can’t quite make out the distinction of the green child against the grass. You can see a shape moving in front of you, small and stocky, though, and you know he can’t go too far too quickly. Your hand slips from your companion’s elbow, and you walk forward, trailing after the little one and placing your hand on a tree. The rough bark beneath your palm is coarse and unforgiving, and you savor it.

“Don’t go far,” the Mandalorian murmurs. You’re not sure if he’s talking to you or the child.

You spend what feels like hours languishing by the stream, dipping your naked feet in after shucking your boots. The stream isn’t deep enough for anything other than to get your ankles wet, and when you hear the child coo from behind you, you feel mischievous. Kneeling down with the hand not holding your dress, you scoop up some water and flick it in his direction, earning a delighted squeal.

You feel leaves, smell flowers, and even nibble on a blade of grass. It’s tart and sweet at the same time, and you feel the baby beside you tugging on your sleeve. Smirking, you grab a blade and let him chew on it before he promptly hacks and spits it out.

A sudden chuckle from behind you makes you perk, and you turn towards the Mandalorian. He’s seated himself beneath the same tree you’d touched before, some feet back from the stream. The modulator of his helmet roughens the sound of his laughter, and you think without it, the sound must be very rich and deep. 

Curiously, you move from your knees and follow the path of light where it begins to disappear in the shade. Your leg bumps his boot, and he scoots it away from you as you settle near his knee. 

The child follows, flanking his surrogate father on the opposite side until he flops over into his lap with a gurgle. You’re content to sit near them both, legs curled beside you as you drink in the sun and the air and the sounds of cool bubbling water. 

“H-Hey, don’t,” The Mandalorian huffs, and you turn your head lazily towards his voice. It’s harder to see in the shade, but you smile at the little babbles coming from the child as he shuffles away in the grass. The beskar clad shade shifts, reaching for the small creature, but the following ‘oof’ makes you laugh when he falls over. “Come back here!”

“Lost him?”

“He took my glove.” 

“Imagine, the greatest bounty hunter of the guild, distracted and outwitted by a child.”

You could hear the baby making off with his treasure, mouthing nonsense to the frogs of the streamside as he shuffled through the grass. He’d grown into a habit of holding onto things lately. The Mandalorian’s glove was just the newest casualty, it seemed.

“He wasn’t the one distracting me.” 

A shiver works its way up your back when the weight of the words settle around your shoulders. You turn towards his voice, blinking as if you might be able to bat away the pale veils clouding your sight. You lean away from his leg, tucking your chin to your chest and frowning, trying to think of what you might have done wrong. 

Suddenly, he moves forward, and you stop and hold your breath. 

“Don’t go.”

His hand is touching your arm, warm skin against the bare expanse your sleeve affords at your wrist. Your face slowly becomes warm at the feeling of skin-his skin against yours, thanks to his glove thief. But he doesn’t move, and neither do you. His thumb traces along the veins that lead towards your palm, and you swallow, feeling calluses against your own softness.

What you do next would have consequences, but drunk on fresh air, you do it anyway.

You shift closer, moving slowly. His hand doesn’t leave you, and you can feel his eyes from somewhere beneath that dark and shined steel watching you as you lower yourself back. Your head pillows itself comfortably upon his beskar cuisse, your neck warmed from your hair that was heated by the sun. The cool of the steel feels invigorating, and you let your eyes flutter closed. Your hands fall easily to your stomach, legs curling in repose, and you let your arm relax in his hold until he lets go.

For a long while, there are no noises other than the baby cooing to the frogs and the stream sloshing its current over mossy rocks. You begin to wonder if you should not have asked permission to be so close. You had never touched him without asking, whether it be to help remove his armor after a fight or pardoning yourself to move past him in cramped quarters. The uncertainty sits sourly in your belly, even as you begin to sink further into the grass, further against his thigh.

Before you can open your mouth to voice your concern, a titillating sensation draws a gasp from you. At first you think the child has sneaked his way back, returning for more bounty of his own, and has fallen into his guardian’s lap again-and subsequently, on your hair. But, the movements are too gentle, the rhythm too patient, and your breath leaves your lungs as you realize he’s stroking your hair that lays across his lap like a banner with his bare hand.

You let out a long, soft exhale and lay contentedly as the sun shifts above, bleeding through the leaves of the trees to dapple golden light across you. The peace that follows as you drift somewhere between dreaming and wakefulness is only mildly disturbed when he withdraws his hand for a moment. You hear the quiet rustle of fabric, the sing of metal as it brushes the grass, and you find yourself smiling as you lay next to the Mandalorian’s helmet.

It’s after that, he continues to stroke your hair.

[3pirouette]

So, just a stupid little update…

I’m on tumblr now, what, once every two or so weeks? I think it’s an improvement over the last few months.

My next wrist surgery is on Wednesday. After that, I’ll be 100% organic again. Sadly, my MD doesn’t think they’ll let me keep the plate once they take it out.

My Steggy secret Santa is finally coming along nicely. With the extension I think I’ll even get it in on time. The tough truth is, I don’t really think in terms of Steggy anymore, the ideas just don’t pop up and live in my head like they used to. Maybe that’s why this secret Santa’s been so hard to get out, I’ve told the majority of the stories I want to about them. Dunno.

This tends to happen with me when I’m satisfied with how the canon of the story goes. When my ‘ship ends up together, it’s less satisfying to write the what-ifs.

I’ve never really questioned my fic writing impetus before. I usually just go with what inspires me and makes me happy.

…which, apparently, is this Last of Us JoelxReader fic I have going. It’s now officially the second longest fic I’ve ever written (it’s currently 99k, longer than Nobody’s Baby by 2k and shorter than Innocence and Beauty by 24k) and while I’ve managed to get most of the main plot out (yes, the end is somehow written…don’t ask) I still have a lot of the softer plot and interesting moments and yes, sexy times, to write still.

I also haven’t decided if I’m ever going to publish it. If I do it will be 100% before TLOU season 2 comes out, so I’ve got some time.

Same goes for the MandoxReader fic I’m writing. It’s somewhere in the 65K area, and I haven’t decided when or if I’m finishing and posting it.

Damn you Pedro Pascal and your sexy characters.

Oh well. I think that’s it.

Happy New Year, all!

[pedrobois-fanfic-collections]

MandoxReader: The Escapee Pt4

I don’t really know what I wrote

You watched the door to the Razor Crest close, Grogu in your arms. The child cooed sadly as his dad disappeared from sight.

“I know, little guy, he’ll be back though.” You muttered unconvincingly, taking Grogu’s hand and squeezing it gently.

The Crest had landed a short while ago on the planet Voss. Voss was home to a cunning alien race known for its trickery and deception, its complete neutrality always between the Republic and the Empire, and unusual affinity with the force. One of Mando’s bounties had chosen to hide out here. Or perhaps, one of Mando’s bounties was a Voss. He didn’t say.

You felt uneasy as you set Grogu down so you could make him a snack.

Sighing, you shook your head. You had no business fretting over the Mandalorian, he could handle himself. Besides, you had only known the fearsome warrior a few days at this point. What reason could you possibly have beyond a business relationship for caring about him?

You bit your lip as your cheeks heated up from the steam coming off the water heating on the stove. The water sure had heated up fast, your marveled, idly.

Eventually the stew properly heated and you set it before Grogu. He looked at it uninterested.

“C’mon, you’re going to have to eat at some point, I know you miss your dad.”

Grogu’s ears drooped, and his normally bright black eyes looked dull.

You pondered for a moment before holding up your index finger.

Turning around, you climbed up the ladder to the cockpit and found the lever with the ball that always caught Grogu’s eye. Quickly you twisted it free and returned back to the lower level.

“Grogu.” You started softly, holding it out, “I have something for you.”

Grogu looked up excitedly, noticing the ball. Holding out his hands and squinting his eyes, you watched as he focused for a moment. His whole body seemed to shake and then suddenly… the ball shot out of your hand.

Your mouth dropped open and you gasped.

“How did you do that?” You blinked at him. “That was incredible!”

Grogu cooed softly, gripping the ball tightly and rolling it back and forth in his hands.

“Ok, well now you have it, you have to eat some soup, that was the deal.” You put your hands on your hips.

Grogu looked up at you and opened his mouth with a cross between a smile and a giggle.

You bent down and handed the soup bowl to him, “drink up, you have to be big and strong like your dad. Got it, mister?”

Carefully setting the ball down next to him, Grogu took the bowl from you and began to drink. All the while, he watched you curiously from over the bowl, seeming to wonder what you would do. You sat down opposite him, and drank your own soup, watching him just as closely.

Eventually the two of you finished your meals and you Grogu’s eyes began to droop. You carefully scooped him into your arms, climbed the short distance into the cockpit and placed him gently in his pram. With a soft his, the pram slid shut and the world disappeared around him.

You smiled, pleased at your first day of babysitting.

Looking around, you wondered what you were supposed to do now. Mando’s captain chair stared invitingly back at you. You pictured him sitting in it, spinning around to face you; how he would stare imperiously down at you from the black visor of his helmet.

Feeling dangerous, you twisted the chair around and sank into it.

The chair was surprisingly comfortable. No wonder Mando often slept in it. You shifted around, finding a position you liked and leaning your head to the side. Yea. This wasn’t too bad, you figured, you could sleep here if you needed. You glanced at the copilot’s chair, that one hadn’t been that uncomfortable either, now that you considered it.

You started upright.

There was a noise down below.

Listening intently, you held your breath, straining to hear.

The Crest’s outer door closed.

You looked to Grogu and shoved his pram into a corner hoping it wouldn’t be noticed. Cursing yourself softly, you remembered you left the blaster Mando had given you in the event of an intruder down below.

But then, no one could get on the Crest without armed entry.

So it had to be…

“Mando?” You mumbled uncertainly, slowly rising from the seat and walking over to the ladder. He couldn’t have been gone for more than three hours. Mando had assured you this would be an overnight bounty.

You heard the ‘fresher door open and close and nothing else.

Silently you waited for the water to turn on, but nothing came.

Growing uneasy, you climbed down the ladder and looked around, blinking.

Mando’s pauldrons were discarded in a haphazard pile outside the door to the ‘fresher. You recoiled in confusion. Looking around as you saw a trail of discarded weapons and a poor attempt at removal of armor.

Concern rising, you moved to knock on the ‘fresher door.

There was silence for a moment before a strained, “Yes?” From a modulated helmet. That was good, he was still wearing his helmet.

You exhaled slowly, “Um, are you alright? There’s a bunch of weapons out here and some armor…” You trailed off, bending down and picking up the pauldrons. It was your first real opportunity to examine the crest so closely, some sort of horned creature.

There was heavy thudding and shifting from within the ‘fresher and the door opened.

Your eyes widened in shock at the sight before you.

Mando, still wearing his helmet, his boots, and his trousers. Though with his shirt half tangled over his head, one glove still on, his cloak seeming to be half attached and otherwise the rest of his armor lying behind him in a pile on the floor.

It took all your willpower to keep your mouth from dropping open and gawking the deeply tanned skin of his torso, marred with a myriad of scars but deeply toned. Fighting to keep your words you blinked and forced yourself to look back up at the visor that was slightly obscured by his tattered shirt.

“What happened, why are you-?” You looked back down at his torso and noticed a bloodied wound in his side. It seemed relatively small, but Mando was cringing in pain and nearly doubled over from its location. You looked closer and saw from the wound, it seemed to radiate black lightning on the skin. Angry jagged bolts arching across his skin far away from the initial wound and spreading fast. “Poison.” You breathed.

Mando gripped the doorway with both hands, sliding down to his knees, hitting the ground hard and shook his head. “They expected me.” He groaned, moaning softly in pain. A thin sheen of sweat began to build up on his skin.

You bit your lip, looking around. “You’re going to want that helmet off, I can see the fever coming.”

“No.” Mando shuddered.

“Maker help me.” You shook your head. “Where’s your medkit, please tell me you have kolto, bacta at least? Something?”

Mando nodded, “Just keep Grogu safe.”

“I’ll keep you alive too, damn fool.” You grumbled, stalking off to look for the kit. “It’s a stupid creed!” You called over your shoulder.

When you returned, kit in hand, Mando was slumped against the ‘fresher wall, the wound inky black in a solid circle. The jagged lightning strikes had spread further through his body, across his veins.

You grabbed a vibroknife from his boot and slashed the last of his shirt apart, pulling it from his head, careful not to remove his helmet.

The movement jolted Mando back to life.

With viselike strength his hand shot out and grabbed your wrist. You yelped, crying out. “Hey! I was just getting your shirt off!”

Immediately he released your hand and pulled back. “I’m sorry.”

Choosing to forgo rubbing your wrist, you grabbed the bacta shot and stabbed it into the worst of the poison. “That should stop the spread. And ease the pain.” Biting your lip, you reached around his head and slipped your hand under his helmet.

“What are you doing?”

“I can’t take your helmet off to check for a fever, so this is the best I can do.” You pressed your hand to the back of his neck, hand brushing against soft locks of hair. It was hard not to wonder what color they were, though given the bits of hair poking up on his stomach, you had a vague idea. You swallowed hard.

The visor stayed fixedly on you.

“We’ve gotta get you cooled down.” You mumbled, glancing at the shower.

“I am cold.” Mando muttered, leaning his head back.

You reached into the medpac for more things, “This should help with fever.” You smeared it on the wound. “But into the shower you go.”

Mando rested his hand on top of yours as you smeared the medicine. The black of the visor staring down at your combined hands.

You felt your cheeks heat up again as you laughed nervously, “Heh, heh, oh great, the delirium is setting in… oh goody, this is just what I need.” You pulled your hand away, but he held fast. “Look, why don’t you get cleaned up in the shower, while I go look on the holonet what type of poison this is and we can look up an antidote and then get this taken care of, hmm, what do you think?”

“I’m cold.” Mando mumbled.

“And the shower is very warm. See, let me show you.” You moved to stand up but with surprising strength given his feverish state, he tugged you back into his arms and held you against his chest. How Mando could possibly be cold was beyond you, the guy was a radiator of heat. You imagined if he was on Hoth he would be the perfect person to be stuck up against. With his bare chest pressed up against your light shirt you could feel the fevered heat seeping into your skin, another heat of your own you were trying to ignore in your own body along your face, neck and chest.

“Mesh’la.” Mando hummed.

“Uh, listen. I don’t know what that means but I don’t think you’re in your right mind to be saying it.”

Mando pressed his helmet to your forehead and held it there for a moment, before pulling away and slumping against the wall. He seemed satisfied but still gripped you tight in his arms.

“Mando.” You whined, “You’ve been poisoned, I don’t know if it’s lethal. Get in the damn shower and let me go look for an antidote.” It was becoming more and more difficult to think as your cheek was rubbed more against his chest. Why were you complaining so much really? If you wanted, you could just pepper his smooth skin with kisses, and he would let you.

You pushed on his chest abruptly.

“Get in the shower right now.”

“Anything for you, mesh’la.” Mando still seemed dazed as he extricated himself from you, slowly stumbling towards the shower.

You walked over and turned on the water as cold as you could make it. “Take your helmet off too.” Turning around, you listened for a difference in the sound of the water. Satisfied by the change you abruptly heard a Mando speak.

“What the hell?” It was weird hearing his voice without the modulator, and you knew you would miss it.

“You’ve been poisoned and delirious. I need to get on the holonet to see what the antidote is too it, but the fever has been the worst part from what I can tell.”

“Is that why you’re in the ‘fresher with me?” Did Mando sound shy?

“I made you keep your helmet on. Trust me, your delirious self was all too happy to take it off.”

The water turned off. There was a soft hissing noise and Mando’s voice was modulated once again, “Thank you for respecting,” he trailed off, stumbling forward.

You caught him, “Don’t worry about it. It’s basic respect.”

“You’d be surprised.” Mando’s voice sounded weak, “Just about everyone else is eager to see us without our helmets.”

You shrugged, “Yea, well I guess I’m not everyone else.”

“You’re not curious?”

“Oh I’m completely curious, but if you’re going to show me, I’ll know it when you’re ready.”

Mando nodded.

“Now you sit down, I’ll go get you a blanket so you don’t get too cold, and I’ll be right back.”

During the time that you were downstairs, Grogu had woken up. After looking through the holonet in the cabin and finding the ingredients that would be necessary – a solution of bacta and some berries rare to Voss but common to most other planets – you brought Grogu with you back down to where you left Mando.

Grogu rushed over to Mando’s side and cooed excitedly to see his father back so soon.

“I didn’t get the bounty.” Mando grunted.

Grogu tilted his head.

“I don’t think this one is worth it.” You interjected.

Mando looked at you but didn’t say anything.

“I think tonight we should sleep in the hull.”

Mando tilted his head and Grogu’s ears perked up.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to sleep alone in case the poison acts up again and the hull is the biggest area for everyone to bunk out. I don’t want your fever to come back. That delirium was,” you bit your lip, “scary.”

Mando was once in a shirt, though his armor was still removed, the wound now wrapped. It was a small wound after all, but the poison had its lingering effects.

“I have the larger room. You could just stay in my room if it’s about making sure I don’t become delirious again.” Mando offered.

You swallowed hard, “Uh, sure, that works.”

-

Bedtime quickly arrived and you found yourself staring at Mando’s bed.

There was room for two. Loosely speaking.

If those two people were rather close together.

Maker help you.

Mando walked up behind you completely devoid of armor and now only wearing the clothing he wore under his armor. And of course his helmet.

“You sure you want to sleep in that helmet?” You asked.

Mand stared back at you, silent for a bit.

You were just about to assume he wasn’t going to answer when he broke his silence.

“I suppose there’s one way.”

You swallowed hard, turning to look at him fully.

Mando bent down and rummaged in one of the boxes and pulled out a particularly tattered cloak of his. With impressive strength, he ripped it further and held it up to you. You looked at it and he motioned for you to turn around. Carefully, he slid the piece of material over your eyes, tying it behind your head until the world was completely black.

“Can you see?” Came the modulated voice from behind you.

You shook your head.

There was a soft his, a light clunk and then, in that same soft deep voice you had heard before, “Good.”

You smiled, turning back around and blindly reaching around, trying to pat his shoulder. Mando grabbed your hand as you waved your hand through the air. With his hand as a point of reference, you reached out and managed to almost pat him on the shoulder. “There, now you can be comfortable.”

Mando chuckled and you found it sounded much softer than it did beneath the modulated tone.

“Alright you, time for bed.”

Din stared at you in awe, a smile stuck on his face as he watched you blindly climb into the bed. Grogu was already locked into his pram for the night. But you, to volunteer to let Din sleep comfortably and keep his creed… and to do this to make sure the poison didn’t flare up again in the middle of the night.

Din watched you collapse on the bed rolling over onto your back and giggling as you accidentally took up the whole cot. He didn’t remember any of the delirium episode, but he did long to crawl over you, straddle your hips and kiss you until you couldn’t think straight, if you let him. Another time.

Crawling in after you, Din slid you over and pressed his back to yours so as to give you the most privacy and space. He stiffened in pleasant surprise as you subconsciously wriggled your back into him. The two of you soon fast asleep.

[hiscyarika]

Yaaay! May i request a mandoxreader where he accidentally lets out that he thinks the reader is pretty and she starts teasing him about, getting him all flustered

Word Count: ~800

Pairing: Din Djarin (The Mandalorian) x Reader

Prompt: See Above

Warning(s): None

A/N: Here you go! I hope this is everything you wanted it to be! I really enjoyed writing it!

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The main hatch of the Razor Crest is open, revealing the sprawling landscape of the lush green planet he’d landed on. With the Guild still on his trail and after the kid, finding someplace with a low population was an absolute necessity. There’s a lake in the distance. It shines silver in the light of the moon, full and magnificent in the sky. A breeze flows through the air and the trees sway gently with it. The serenity is stark in contrast to the firefight he’d come away from on Nevarro.

But as picturesque as it all is, something else has captured the Mandalorian’s attention. You’re standing at the edge of the loading ramp, looking out at the scene before you. Your hair, free from it’s usual tight updo, moves in sync with the wind. Though your back is to him, he still can’t help but think to himself just how beautiful you are.

Not that he would ever say anything to you.

You’ve been his partner for a considerably short time, but he can’t help the way that he’s taken to you already. You’re fantastic in combat, and he’s happy to add your name to the short list of people that he trusts with his life. Not only that, but the way you handle the kid captivates him in a way that he can’t describe. He knows that he can leave you alone with the little green creature and return to find the Crest still in one piece.

Beautiful. Capable. Nurturing.

You’re everything that a Mandalorian could ever want.

“I can hear the gears in your head turning, Tin Can.”

The sound of your voice breaks him from his reverie. You’ve turned to look at him now, mischievous grin plastered on your face.

“I hate it when you call me that.” He doesn’t.

“Right. Right. It’s beskar,” you say, your voice forced an octave and a half deeper as you mock him.

The Mandalorian sighs.

“Come on. Spit it out,” you implore him.

“Just enjoying the scenery,” he says. It’s an innocent enough answer, at least he thinks so.

But you catch him immediately. After all, his gaze had practically been boring a hole into your back.

“Oh really? You like what you see, Mando?,” you ask. It’s a bit forward, considering that up until this point you’ve just been partners, but the truth is, you’ve been waiting for a moment that you might be able to divulge your true feelings.

He freezes up for just a moment, knowing that you’ve figured him out. He hates how easily you can read him even when he’s covered head to toe in armor. He doesn’t know how he’ll get himself out of this one.

You take a step towards him, watching as his entire body tenses up in just a split second.

“It’s a beautiful planet,” he says, though the strain in his voice can be heard even through the modulator.

“Mhmm. Sure,” you tease, but the grin on your lips softens to a gentle smile.

“I don’t know what you’re getting at,” he tries to argue, though he knows that it’s no use.

“It’s alright, Mando,” you say, your voice softer now. The sharp edge of your playful tone is duller now. You close the distance between the two of you, even going as far as to place your hand on the cuirass of his armor. He’s quick to wrap his hand around your wrist, but his grip isn’t tight enough to hurt you. He could never do that to you.

He lets out a huff of air, trying to release the tension that has cut off his breathing. He hates this. He wishes that he were good enough at this that he could communicate his feelings without sounding like a fool.

“I can’t see you, but I’m sure you’re not so bad yourself,” you tell him. You gaze into the horizontal part of his visor, thinking that maybe you could see something if you looked hard enough.

Before he can say a thing, you’ve separated from him and gone back into the ship, disappearing from his sight. He looks down at his hand, the one that held onto you. He could follow after you. Take you into his arms and tell you everything. It wouldn’t be pretty. It would be messy and chaotic and nothing like what he wanted it to be. But in the end, would you really mind?

No. You wouldn’t.

He turns. Stalks back into the Crest.

“Wait!”

[dindjarindiaries]

Hi! It's me! Turns out that due to unforeseen circumstances I now have an entire free hour where I should be in class. Which is cool, because it means I can actually read AND properly comment on some fanfic for the first time in what feels like forever but has probably only been like a week at most.

Anyways, all of this word vomit is to say that I am loving "Serendipity". I'm a bit of a sucker for the rival bounty hunters version of a MandoxReader relationship (but then again, I'm a sucker for any version of that relationship). And so far you've done it with skill and talent. We've got some decent amount of tension that I'm sure will turn into proper UST soon enough, we've got a cute Mando'a nickname, we've got maternal instincts activated as of last chapter and we've got a basis of mutual respect and some shared experiences to build a relationship on. Honestly, I'm really excited for this!

I particularly love Reader's attitude towards Mando. Obviously Din has a low-key thing for her that he doesn't want to outright admit, but at least he realizes he has it on some level. She's just in complete denial. Like, threatens to kill the dude in multiple occasions, but is unable to go through with it. And then when she does actually harm him she's worried about him! And when she's presented with the opportunity to kill him and get paid for it, she doesn't know what to do!

I think this story has a lot of potential, particularly as the slow burn you've described it as. And I trust you to make me yearn and be soft and even cry with it, so.... Basically, I can't wait to see what you do with this cool concept and so far amazing execution. I can't promise I'll be here as each chapter comes out because school (😭), but I'll try my best. Have a nice day! ~ 🍪

COOOOKIEEEEE WAIT you’re a legend around these parts hello! I’m so honored to have you in my inbox? Literally I was like IT’S COOKIE! WOW!

This!!! This means so much to me, oh my goodness! Thank you! I’ve tried really hard to set all of this up nicely for some great ~slow burn~ material so we are definitely going to let it roast. Softness is my brand so you can bet that once we get there? It’ll be tooth-rotting fluff. Hard.

Don’t stress about keeping up and leaving comments! It’ll be here whenever it’s ready for you. Bless you and have a wonderful day, dear Cookie!🤍

[wolfkyrie]

Underneath Your Beskar

MandoxReader RATED: E

She trudged through the woods of the moon called Endor in search of a quarry that was becoming quite hard for anyone to find. Quite a few bounty hunters got the puck at their guilds or directly from their bosses. Even Din Djarin received it. Her “arch-nemesis.” Well, maybe he wasn’t exactly that but, more of a competitor. Why? He is a Mandalorian… and so is she. They were both foundlings and had gone through their training together as young children. There was never a dull moment between them. They were always bickering and fighting. Their adoptive parents even made them sparring partners during their training. It was the only way to get them to shut up sometimes. 

Now that her and Din were older now it didn’t get as bad. Then again, they didn’t ever see much of each other anyways. That was until she had gone on this mission for the quarry. He was a well known smuggler throughout the galaxy and who had friends in high and mysterious places. Instead of finding him, she ran right into the Razor Crest instead. 

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” she said as she stopped dead in her tracks on her hunt through the woods. The ship hissed and she knew it had just landed. Engines were being shut down. The Razor Crest belonged to none other than Din and she was very interested as to why he was here. He would normally go out onto some wild planet or something else on the further edge of the galaxy but, here he was. She took a knee on the forest floor behind some bushes and was startled a bit as she heard the door hiss open. 

 He walked down the ramp of his ship moving his neck from side to side, stretching. 

She watched the male Mandalorian as he slowly looked around into his surroundings. She stared. She didn’t remember his shoulders being so broad and how tall he was or the way his beskar armor was glinting in the light of the stars. She even noticed that he finally had a signet. A mudhorn. Now maybe she had some attraction towards the rivaling Mandalorian. She pondered it and questioned it every time she would see him on other planets and the same thing went for this situation now. 

He abruptly stopped looking around, head snapping and facing the direction to the bushes in which she was hiding. She knew he could see her. They have a special vision in their visors to do so. Her heat radiated from her body. His hand was already slowly going for his blaster but stopped and put his hand back down. She was able to release the breath that she was holding in. He stared into her direction for what seemed like an eternity. She has never been as anxious as she was now to just up and run. This was embarrassing. Forbidden thoughts flooded her mind. She didn’t want to believe she really did have a thing for him but, again, here we are. So, let’s admit it, she’d thought of him quite a few times during those late nights that she couldn’t sleep.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a jet pack revving up. She bolted as he took off towards her in the bushes. The forest had grown darker and she turned on her night vision as she ran. As she darted through the trees she looked back to see him gaining on her and decided to use her pack as well.

She trembled trying to find the buttons and almost fell over a tree trunk. Relief hit her as fire and air came to life from the pack and lifted her off into the air. She flew up and out of the woods above the treetops. She hovered above them and looked around to realize that she didn’t see him anywhere near her at this point. There’s no way that she had already lost him.

Something hard hit her from above and she recognized it was Din. They went hurdling down towards the forest floor. She tried to release herself from his iron grip but couldn’t. She balled her self up in a fetal position and landed a front kick to his chest instead. He maxed the speed on his pack as she did this and it sent her almost falling faster but, he caught her. She clung onto him this time.

At this point she just decided to give up at this point and deal with the cards at hand. She was caught eye-fucking THE Mandalorian. Otherwise known as Mando. To her, it was Din. So yes, she couldn’t get out of his grip and escape him. Curse the tired muscles that plagued her from lack of sleep the past few days. One of her flaws. That was one thing that Din liked about her: she clung to her humanity and still acknowledged her human flaws even after all the wreckage they faced in their lives as young children. She was known for being fair but fierce and knew when to show her emotions and when not to.

“We’re going back to the Razor Crest,” he said. “You owe me an explanation!”

“You’ll have to figure out how to get it out of me Din! Can you even accomplish that?”

He ‘hmphed’ softly and looked ahead as he flew towards his ship with the female Mandalorian in tow.

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The fire was warm… even if you’re tied up to a tree with your hands above your head. She managed to drift to sleep a bit as she waited for him to put “his kid” away to bed. Everyone who was anyone Din stole the bounty from some former Empire member. The bounty on Din’s head was no longer valid though. She looked up when she heard his footsteps coming down from the ramp of his ship. She watched him as he went and sat down on a large rock close to her. He picked up a twig on the ground and twirled it in his fingers then threw it into the fire.

He looked her way and sighed.

“What is your problem Din Djarin?” she asked loudly.

“Seems to me you’re the one that has the problem. You spied on me… Did you get a good look?” If his helmet was off you would’ve seen his face all smug. She knew it.

Her reply was a loud

and the roll of her eyes.

Now Din Djarin had his theories about this woman. She didn’t know it but, he’s seen her stare plenty of times when they’ve had encounters in the past and have had some interesting conversations at a few cantinas in the past too. One thing was for certain; he was going to find out tonight just what her intentions (if she had any) and her thoughts were. He got up from the rock he was sitting on and walked over to her. It was too bad she couldn’t see his face because she would’ve seen the smug smile as he looked up at her bound hands.

She got a bit nervous as he walked slowly over  and even more as he tilted his head up a bit. It was as if he was thinking about something. She had no idea why he had tied her hands up in the first place but, the action itself simply seemed... arousing. This scared the female Mandalorian. He placed both hands on either side of her and she held her breath. His helmet was inches close to hers.

Now on Mandalore, two helmets touching was an act of affection. It was usually a kiss. She had seen her adoptive mother and father touch helmets and they had done so to her. Of course it wasn’t the same as touching lips but, they took an oath to never take off their helmets. That was the life of a Mandalorian. This is the way.

“We can do this the easy way or the hard way. You can tell me why you’re here

you can tell me why you were spying in the bushes over there,” Din said as he motioned his head to the side.

“You really think I’m just going to tell you everything, huh?”

Din waited five seconds and then quickly ran his hand up under her helmet and softly grabbed her face. An audible gasp came from her lips. She’s never felt anyone’s hands on her face for a very long time, much less ones with gloves. Din’s gloves. Her heart pounded and she slowly replied, “there was… a quarry that I was after. That’s the only reason I’m here. I-I didn’t expect company… especially another Mandalorian.”

“Why do you hate me?” His hands softened even more and his fingers moved along her cheek and down her jawline.

“I don’t! I never have. Even as children. I just always saw you as friendly competition.” Her shoulders shrugged and you could hear that she was toying with him.

“Good,” he said. “I have never hated you… I actually admire your personality. Don’t get too cocky though. We’re not done here yet. Your charms won’t weaken me. But, since you don’t hate me you must really, really… like me then?” His thumbs now traced her lips. Through his gloved hands he imagined her lips to be a pinkish color and as he could feel them a bit they were definitely full and soft.

She jerked her head to the side to try and get away from his hands. She signed and calmly spoke, “you already have your answers, Din. Now let me go about my business. We can part as friends… o-or acquaintances. Whichever you prefer.”

“But you were spying, m’lady,” he said. “Maybe this will give me some more answers…” He then ran his hand gently over her stomach, then to her sides and up her back. He did it over her armor first then he went as much underneath it as he could.

“D-Din!!”

“Tell me,” he said softly, “Tell me what I’ve always known. You can’t hide from me, sweetheart. Nobody can.”

That was very much a threat. His hands went to the straps of her armor and started undoing them. His heavy breathing gave her chills. He was anxious. Her shoulder pads came off. She tilted her head to him and gave him a soft, slow reply, “I will tell. You. Nothing.”

He sighed and started undoing her chest plate. “Well then, shall we continue?”

His hands ran over the black, long sleeve shirt she wore under her armor. It was a tight fabric that showed much of her upper figure.His hands ran across her breast and she moaned quietly and she pushed her chest forward slowly, trying not to make it obvious. He ignored the gestures and went down to the armor on her legs. Again, skin tight, black fabric covered her. He was on his knees by now and ran his hands up her legs and her ass. She moaned a bit louder this time.

“That’s right, Din,” she said laughing playfully and sighing. “Worship… me….” She placed one foot on his shoulder and he paused to look up at her. “Perhaps then you’ll get answers out of me.”

Din chuckled at her bargain. “I think I got all the answers I need now.”

He took off her one boot that was on his shoulder and then the other one. He traced his hands, once again, all along her legs, her ass, breast and then her arms. He took off her gloves to reveal such soft and delicate hands. He traced the inside of her palms.

He touched his helmet to hers.

“Take off your gloves,” she said.

Din quickly took them off and threw them both over his shoulder. He placed his hand under her helmet again and she let him cradle her face. He moved his thumb to her mouth and caught him by surprise when she opened it to place it in her mouth. He moaned. He switched it up and placed his index and middle fingers in next. He took them out after a bit and placed them down into her pants. Her voice cracked from her gentle cries as he ran two fingers up and down her wet entrance, enticing her bud to become engorged. She lifted a leg up to his hip and he caught it with his other hand. He played with her entrance by only placing a finger tip inside. He never went fully in and she whined and begged him for a full finger. Her clit throbbed.

“Please let me down now, Din! Please!” she begged. He slipped his hand out of her pants and slowly started to take his armor off.

His voice was cracked from desire and although his helmet made his voice sound different you could hear the deep, honeyed baritone voice as he replied back to her wanting.

“I want you to feel how I felt all those years watching you.” His boots came off with a thud to the ground. He stood there waiting for her to reply before he could continue.

“You have no idea Din Djarin.”

He pulled a knife from out of his armor on the ground and quickly cut her bonds from above her head. She threw her hands over his head while he threw his knife to the ground and wrapped his arms around her tightly. Their helmets touched once again. He lifted her shirt up to reveal her breasts bound by a cloth. Something some female Mandalorians did. She helped him to unravel it while he watched intently and grabbed onto her tits as soon as the cloth came unraveled. She arched backwards a bit into his arms as he lightly pinched her nipples and massaged her tits. He picked her up and carried her a little closer to the Razor Crest and the fire. It was getting a bit colder out.

Din set her onto the ground and traced the contours of her breasts down to her hips.

“Everything must come off, Din. Except the obvious,” she said as she tugged at his waistband. She noticed his hard on showing through his pants and she went to grab it. She traced it with her index finger and heard his breathing start to shake. She took the head of his cock and traced it with her thumb and noticed that he already had liquid forming at his tip.

“F-fuck!” he exclaimed and she ran circles on it. He grabbed her hand and pushed her back down onto the ground, stood up and took off his pants.

“You’re gonna have to turn around while I take off my shirt,” he said to her and she obeyed and turned on her stomach.

“You’ll have to do the same, Din.”

“Not tonight,” he replied. “I don’t have the patience for that right now.”

She turned back around when he told her to do so. She stopped everything and stared at him. His body was hard and cut but scarred from battles from the past. His skin was the color of an olive toned tan. His cock was magnificent and she reached for it again. He stopped her to take off her pants and then her undergarments. He threw those to the ground and looked back at her in awe. He traced his fingertips lightly starting from her shoulders down her chest, her stomach and down her slit. She closed her legs as the sensation was all but too much for her.

He quickly grabbed her legs from behind her knees and pushed them backwards, exploiting her pussy to him. He gasped seeing her slit open a bit to reveal deep pink, soft, wet flesh. She whined softly as he looked at her. She was dripping and he wished that he could taste her. She felt a soft breeze tease her already wet cunt and she cried out his name.

“I already told you… I was going to make you wait. So cry all you want, sweet girl.”

He kept one of her legs in his hand and put the other one down and ran his fingers up and down her slit  again. He placed his fingers inside her and thumbed her bud. She arched her back and cried out as his fingers went in and out, anticipating her orgasm. He took his fingers back out now wet with her juices and then rubbed her clit with both fingers vigorously making her scream and shake. She tried to grab onto the dirt below her to brace herself but, once again, he stopped suddenly.

“Oh Din! Please!”

“So you do want me, huh?” he asked while looking down at her. She could feel his eyes looking through his helmet and into her soul.

“Yes,” she whispered and then got a bit louder, “yes! I always have There I said it!” Her hips arched trying to reach his cock. He grabbed it and pushed her back down. He slid the head of his cock at her entrance.

“Well… that wasn’t so hard now was it?” Before she could answer him he had already slowly inserted himself into her pussy. He was thick and she felt her entire center stretch open for him. A jab of pain jolted through her for a quick second and she cried out grabbing onto his forearms. He pushed both her legs backwards and leaned on them slightly while driving in and out of her. He sat up after a bit and placed his hands under her knees. He watched himself as he would disappear into her tight cunt. Fast and then slow. Every thrust was met by a mewl from his female Mandalorian.

“I want to come!” she said in between his thrusts and her cries of pleasure.

He stopped and spread her legs wider. His thrust was more animalistic now and harder and he grabbed onto her tits while doing so. She screamed and her eyes started to water. She moved her hand down to her center and played with her clit while he drove into her. As he watched her do this he let out a big “Fuck!”

“I-I-I’m gonna cu-” she was cut off by the stars in her eyes and the pang of pleasure throughout her body. She convulsed and gasped his name. Din kept thrusting into her, a bit slower now and continued to rub her clit when she had stopped. She cried out as he did this and he held her hands so she couldn’t stop him. Her body continued to shake and her legs trembled. He flipped her over on all fours.

He rubbed his hands over her back and her ass then back up her body. She was still panting and shaking. He teased her sore entrance with the tip of his cock and she moaned. He caught her by surprise by slamming into her.

“O-oh fuck Din! Fuck!” she panted as her tired body followed along with his thrusts.

Within four more thrusts he had pulled out and spilled himself all over her ass. He moaned as his cock convulsed in his hands. He then wrapped one arm underneath her body and dragged her down with him onto the ground. Her head laid down on his chest, one leg placed on his. The night was quiet again. In the distance you could hear nocturnal creatures calling to their mates. A gentle breeze swept through the forest and gave them both goosebumps. Din wrapped his arms tighter around her and traced circles onto her shoulder.

“So…” he said and paused.

“So what?” she replied.

“What happens now?” He tilted his head a bit to see her.

She signed and replied back, “I’m still going after the quarry.”

There was a long pause. Din didn’t know what she would say if he asked her to accompany him. He wasn’t nervous to ask and he wouldn’t be too upset if she denied him. He wanted her to be comfortable with her decision. He wanted her to want to go if he asked.

“My ship crashed a good few miles away,” she said. “It’s an older model. I was gonna have to get a new ship at some point but I was hoping to repair it within a few days.”

“Don’t,” he said. “... come with me.”

If only he could see the smile on her face. It's like he had read her mind. She was planning to ask him if he wouldn’t mind company anyways.

“Two Mandalorians taking over the galaxy, huh?”

He chuckled softly at her response. He was relieved that she didn’t shoot him down. She gently grabbed his helmet and faced him towards her putting their helmets together and said, “that sounds like a plan.”