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josephquinnswhore · 2 years ago

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Walls Come Tumbling Down. Part 3

Pairing: Din Djarin x female reader.

Summary: Things between you and Din had reached boiling point on your last mission, you're injured, and Din makes a moving confession, is it too late?

Word Count: 4.9k

Content Warning: reader is injured, typical mandalorian violence, unhinged reader tbh lol.

The dark armor was all you could see accompanied by those glowing red eyes of imperial dark troopers, impenetrable to your blaster and your allies' efforts to save Grogu from being taken from you by the plotting of Moff Gideon. Your eyebrows furrow in concentration, squinting as you aimed your weapon towards the sky, desperate not to give up. Din slapped the blaster out of your hands, and it landed to the ground with a thud, “stop. You’ll hit him!” Din remarks coldly. The dust stirring and settling in a fine line uncomfortably in your nostrils. Your allies watched on as grogu was transported away; unknowing of what were to become of him, anxiety clawed at your skin, the sun beaming down bore an unwelcome sting to your exposed skin. You wished you could save grogu, you wished you could scream at Din, alas your eyes sets its rage fueled target on a giant rock, the orange stone illuminating gold from the sun rays, the harshness of the rocks surface met your knuckles and boot covered feet as you attacked the rock violently, the fight you had left in you being absorbed by the giant stone, unaffected by your efforts. Blood trickled through your fingers from your bloodied knuckles, the repetition of force behind them made you wince, you were holding on by a thread, barely. Din’s hands grip your arm to face him, and your composure is lost; sadness and guilt bubbling to the surface to swallow you whole like it was an insatiable hunger needing to be fed. “Let go of me!” You spit venomously. Din complies and you fall to the ground, the crooked edge of the stone and your half-dried blood slid down your armor clad back. You rub your knuckles in an attempt to sooth them, the emotional pain fueling to the agony that stung your knuckles. Emptiness filled you, a void opening in your chest as if grogu was the only thing keeping you whole. Now he was gone, it was your fault.

A beskar helmet is all you see when you’re shaken awake, body in the grip of Din himself in his attempt to wake you from your night terror, plaguing your mind as you attempt to rest every evening. “Get dressed, we’ve got a long day ahead of us.” Din leaves you to wallow in your pity party alone, distancing himself in the weeks grogu was taken from you. You rubbed your knuckles, phantom pain leaving a deep ache behind as you caress the scars on your hands, not ready to face another day of living a nightmare that was currently your reality.

Your boots stomped heavily behind Boba’s, your feet nearly nudging the back of his own boots as you boarded an Imperial ship, intel you’d resourced led you and your allies to believe Dr Pershing would be on and that he would tell you directly where grogu was. The two men were outnumbered as Boba, yourself, Din and Fennec board the small ship, blasters pointed at the ready, aimed to fire. The action causes the men to raise their hands in submission, the Dr included. The man in the far back standing behind the Dr wraps an arm around the Drs throat, the other holding his blaster to his head, using him as a human shield, a negotiation. “Before you make a mistake, this is Dr Pershing.” The man cocked his head to the side, looking past Boba to get a look at you, recognition in his eyes.

"We've met, is the kid alive?" Din questions, trying to get his attention. "Yes. He’s on the cruiser." Pershing blurts out, in a desperate attempt to save himself, a plea for help. A loud gasp leaves the Dr’s mouth as the man turns the safety off with a click, furious at the Dr’s admission. You aim your gun and the man closest to you pleas, "I’m not with him. We can work something out." The fear left his eyes and were replaced with a lifeless dullness as his crew mate shot him in the back of the head, the desperate act of a man running out of choices, unwilling to surrender. “Drop the weapon or I’ll happily blow whatever remnants of a brain you have left, onto the windscreen.” You snap. The man’s confident façade momentarily cracked, his face dropping at the firmness and confidence you radiated.

"No. NO you listen to me," his voice wavered, his demeanour falling as you stood off with him, "this is a top-tier target of the new republic. This is a clone engineer. If they find out he’s dead because of you, you’re gonna wish the empire hadn’t spared your life." A humourless chuckle leaves your lips, something that Din can’t recognise as he turns to you, the darkness blossoming through your body and settling in the finger that hovered over the trigger of your blaster. "You think this is funny?" The man questions, a look of disbelief in his eyes. “The galaxy cheered as the rebels were destroyed, your parents included.” "I’ll give you one last chance to put the weapon down." Your voice is authoritative and sends a wave of doubt through the man’s body as you challenge him. He doesn’t back down. "Destroying your parents and the rest of the rebel scum was a small price to pay to rid the galaxy of terrorism." Not wanting to hear another word, your finger squeezed the trigger of your blaster, the rage inside you dissipating once his body fell to the floor of the ship lifelessly, the Dr screamed in terror as the blast skimmed past his head, narrowly avoiding him. An unrecognisable emotion plasters on your face, one that Din doesn’t like, he watched you as you walked away, boarding your ship he knew there’s nothing you wouldn’t do to rescue grogu, and it scared him of what you could become. "Smart talk got you nowhere in the end, Imperial scum." You mutter as you board your ship, the tainted smell of blood and smoke from your blaster firing, exiting your sense of smell.

You’d caught Din starring, you couldn’t count how many times, turning his head away hesitantly when you caught him. Neither of you willing to speak first, the stubbornness between you was pushing a giant wedge between the gap that was already there. There was nothing officially spoken or established between the two of you, Din taking off his gloves once didn’t grant you any title, you figured it came down to loneliness, the human need for physical touch, his rejection of you now stung you regardless. The distance Din placed between you had only reiterated your decision to leave his company once grogu was rescued and you knew he was safe.

As the ship landed, a giant dust cloud swirled around you, the dust coating your armour and hair in a thin layer, invading your nostrils threatening you to sneeze. The accompanied smell of smoke from a nearby power plant only made the itch in your nose more irritable and harder to ignore. The loud sound of ships whirring as they fly through the air was enough to distract you as you walk towards the small town into a bar behind Din and Boba. Judgemental and weary eyes watching you from every table, all conversation ceasing as you walk towards a table that sat; two women, wearing similar armour to the two men in front of you, helmets sat on the table in front of them. As you approach, the dark haired girl stands, the women with the red hair remains seated, unbothered.

"I need your help," Din states simply, demanding their compliance.

"Not all Mandalorian’s are bounty hunters." The woman with the short red hair quipped with a smirk, declining Dins proposition. "Some of us serve a higher purpose." You snort silently out of your mouth, not going unnoticed by the two women at the table. "They took the child." Din pleas with them. Her face softens for a mere second, of curiosity she questions, "Who?" "Moff Giddeon." She scoffs and shakes her head, "You’ll never find him." Boba turns to Din, "We don’t need these two, come on. Lets get outta here."

Your eyes remained focused on the two women, observing them for any threat they may produce, they turn to face Boba and state, "You are not a Mandalorian." You scoff at the hypocrisy and mutter, "Oh please." The dark haired woman on the left gasps, "so your pet speaks." "Pet?" You scowl and try to barge through Boba and Din in front of you, Boba holding one arm out to stop you from murdering her in the middle of town, your fuse as short as it’s ever been since grogu’s kidnapping. Din couldn’t help but let his eyes linger on Boba's arm restraining your body, the touch setting something alight inside of him and settling in his chest with an uncomfortable ache. It was no secret that you and Boba had become good friends over the weeks, Din had developed insecurities that stemmed from your newfound friendship. Boba’s nickname for you stuck to the walls of Din’s brain like a disease, reminding him of his failure when it came to you. Nimerah he would call you, several meanings of strength, power and beauty.

She raised her eyebrows, "I didn’t know sidekicks were allowed to talk." Boba chuckles, "I wouldn’t provoke her, shes more capable than she looks." The woman sneered in disbelief, watching your face, your eyes unwavering in a stare for dominance, "shes as harmless as a dog." Din turns to you and you’re seething, he can almost feel the heat radiating off your body, "Woof." You spit unamused. Din has to bite his lip under his helmet to stop himself from laughing in this tense situation, not needing to escalate this further.

"See, harmless pet." She confirms, you barge past the two armoured men, leaving your blaster to rest on your hip, deciding you would find more satisfaction in watching the life leave her eyes with your hands wrapped around her throat. The woman flinched at you lurching forward, regaining her composure to meet you eye to eye. "Come now, Nimerah. Accompany Fennec back at the ship and make sure the prisoner is detained securely." You stare at the women a second longer before you spit at her feet, wiping your mouth with your wrist, nodding to Boba as you turn to exit the building completely ignoring Din as he watched you exit.

Din could feel something clench around his heart, the safety within the confines of his armour preventing no such ache as he watched the interaction between Boba and you. Silently wishing he had never pushed you away, wished he hadn’t pushed you into Boba’s arms, this is what was happening, wasn’t it? You make it to the ship within minutes and Fennec senses your frustration before she sees you, the Dr still in shackles, sitting compliantly, you know Boba didn’t send you here to check the security of your prisoner, he wouldn’t doubt his second hand, he was looking out for you. "What happened with you?" Fennec questions sincerely. "These women down at the bar, calling me Boba’s pet." You confess bitterly, the thought that outsiders believed you were with Boba and not Din, maybe Boba would have a place for you beside Fennec when Grogu was rescued. "They’re handling it." You add and met with Fennec raising one eyebrow at you.

"Cheer up, kid. If anything you’d be my pet." She states jokingly trying to lighten the mood, succeeding in her efforts as a smile cracked on your lips, you and Fennec had become close and it was becoming obvious she knew how to cheer you up.

Multiple sets of footsteps board the ship, causing you and Fennec to arm yourselves with your blasters, ready to fight whoever had entered the ship. Bulky shadows casting through the ship as you’re met with Din and Boba, behind the two women from the bar followed them hesitantly.

"You have got to be kidding me." You hiss, arm not wavering in pointing your loaded weapon at the women. "They’re here to help us." Din argues, expecting you to lower your weapon. “Lower your weapon, Nimerah.” Your chest heaves in frustration but obey Boba’s command, Fennec eyes you as she lowers her own weapon. "Say a goddamn word to me and I’ll put one right between your eyes." You turn on the safety of your blaster and mimic a blast being fired with your hand pointing at them, mouthing 'pew.’ Dins stare never leaving your own, wondering why you were so quick to act when Boba commanded, you situated yourself beside the prisoner, clipping your blaster back onto your belt.

The red haired woman who had introduced herself as Bo Katan, took a seat in front of you, supplying a projection of Moff Gideon’s cruiser lighting up the dark room of the ship in a blue hue. "This is Moff Gideon’s Imperial light cruiser. In the old days, it would carry a crew of several hundred. Now it operates with a tiny fraction of that." The doctor interrupts. "Your assessment is misleading.” "Oh great, an objective opinion." You scoff. The Dr turns to you from beside you, eyes meeting yours behind his tinted glasses, "this isn’t subterfuge. I assure you."

Bo Katan puts her hand up to silence further commentary from you, causing your lip to curl in distaste. "Let him speak." Eyes all turned to him, "theres a garrison of dark troopers on board. They’re the ones who abducted the child." Your mind immediately wandered to when Grogu was taken, the half a dozen metallic dark grey suits of the dark troopers, the red eyes glowing in the daylight sent a shiver down your spine, fighting them off was useless as they took the child without any disturbance. Din takes a few steps forward so he’s standing next to where you’re seated. His boot hitting yours lightly bought you back to reality, his head slightly cocked to the side watching you. You crinkle your nose and sniffle to yourself. "I’m fine." The lie escapes your lips quietly, unnoticed by others and although he notices, he doesn’t argue. "How many troopers do they have armed in those suits?" Din steps froward to get a better look at the ships projection, questioning the Dr. "These are third-generation design. They are no longer suits. The human inside was the final weakness to be solved. They’re droids."

Din turns to you and you scoff, sinking further into the brown seat with your hands in your head, feeling defeated. "Wheres the child being held?" Din looks at the projection intently, the image whirrs and a new image is shown. "This is the bridge, he’s being held here under armed guard." "Very well. well split into two parties." Bo Katan states, accepting his explanation. "I go alone." Din states firmly. "Fine." Bo Katan agrees, looking back towards the image, you stare forward watching Din, the blue lights reflecting off his beskar, illuminating it. He was going alone, this is a suicide mission. You knew he would lay his life down for Grogu, that it was worth the sacrifice. It didn’t stop the dull ache that stung your heart as you thought of the probability he made it out alive with the dark troopers standing against him. "Koska, Fennec, y/n and myself disembark with maximum initiative. Once we’ve neutralised the launch bay, we make our way through these tandem decks, in a penetration manoeuvre." "And me?" Din questions and Bo Katan continues, "We'll be misdirection. Once we draw a crowd, you slip through the shadows, get the kid." Din turns to you, a seed of doubt being planted in his mind that you would be able to focus, at least long enough to not get killed. You ponder if you could trust that Bo Katan had Din’s best chances of success in her interest.

"This mission is gonna be a real skank in the scud pie." You mumble, eying Din. "We'll meet at the bridge." He nods his head, looking at you. I’ll meet you there.

How right you were about this mission being a skank in the scud pie.

Infiltrating the cruiser was easy enough, yourself and the women took down the storm troopers that surrounded your crash landed ship with ease, they were terrible a shot and were taken down with a single blast to the head easily avoiding any real conflict. The hardest part of it all was leaving Din to himself in the ship and stirred an array of emotions within you, causing a silent battle with yourself to stay focused. "Its a little too clear, keep your eyes open." Bo Katan states, you settle your red-hot weapon in front of you, walking behind Bo Katan and Koska, the beskar clanging against the floor of the hallway with a loud echo, so much for subtlety. Storm troopers filled the entrance of your pathway and began firing, you and Fennec stand your ground and begin firing, Bo Katan and Koska rolling out of the way and diving off the elevated pathway. The troopers dropped lifelessly to the floor as you and Fennec clear the hallway with ease.

"Freeze. Drop your weapons." You and Fennec stopped in your tracks, turning to each other as you saw in your peripheral vision how many storm troopers were behind you. They outnumbered you easily, and they ideally had the upper hand in terms of position, but you weren’t deterred. “Sector four, hold your position." One troop from the front line reports. You turn to face them, preparing to sacrifice your life fighting, it felt like a dramatic thought when Bo Katan and Koska flew up with their jetpacks, spitting bright flames and firing at the troopers, sparks flying off their armour, doing nothing to protect them as they collapse in defeat, dead. The two land behind you and you smirk, not bad.

Pushing forward you begin to run, turning the corner immediately to your right. Your mind cant help but wonder to think of Din, if he was okay-alive. He infiltrated your brain and the thought of him being outnumbered and- he could take care of himself, you knew he could. He was more than capable, you’d be honoured to die for him in battle, he was a great warrior. You came to a storage room, the large black plastic crates stacked on top of another, the stale smell of dust and musk filling your nostrils and creating an itch you desperately wished you could scratch.

"Cover me." Fennec states to Bo Katan and they nod, you go around the left side of the crates, troopers step out from their hiding positions and began shooting at you, you start firing your blaster at them and take down two within seconds of the ambush. Diving to attempt to roll for cover behind a nearby crate was a decision you’d come to regret as the blaster shot hit you, your right shoulder searing in pain, your skin wet with blood around your shattered shoulder armour plate, you grit your teeth and shoot the trooper as he rounds the corner, your body half lying-half sitting with your free hand holding your shoulder. "Damnit." You mutter and stand up, meeting up with the others who had taken out the other troopers in the room, clearing the area.

The agonising pain in your shoulder became harder to ignore as you’re surrounded once again, troopers seemingly never ending. Your blaster jams and you grunt loudly trying to get it unstuck, "my guns jammed," you grunt, "Ill cover you." Fennec confirms as she covers you. A pained grunt leaves your lips frustration playing a part in your irrational decision to use your gun to knock the troopers to the ground while Fennec shoots them. Your shoulder burns at the sudden jerking movement of your arms only provoked the wound to bleed more, the blood soaking through your clothes down your ribs. Your armour glistened with blood under the white lights in the hallways.

"Thanks." You praise Fennec breathlessly, turning away from her, shielding your wound and running into the elevator. "You’ve been hit." Bo Katan points at you, the blood is running down your bare forearms, you quickly wipe it away with your hand and your face contorts in pain. "It’s just a surface wound." You lie, "y/n," Fennec starts but you raise your hand to silence her. "We knew the risks coming into this." You affirm harshly, "I’m not stopping until I’m dead or the damn child is safe." You grunt, chest heaving from the array of words you managed to speak out loud, the adrenaline fuelling your body and determination to find Grogu. "Okay. if you say you’re fine, then you’re fine." Fennec says, agreeing, knowing it would do no good to argue.

You continue to fumble with your jammed gun, wincing at the pinching ache of your shoulder, "dank farrik." You spit through gritted teeth, gaining attention of your allies. "Son of a mudscuffer." You grunt, your hands wrestling with the blaster. "Are you sure you don’t need any help?" Bo Katan offers, you grunt in frustration and slam the blaster on the floor of the elevator with both hands and the blaster finally powers up. You sigh in relief, "I think that did it." Weapon pointed towards the opening elevator door, you ignore the warning of the troopers to stop and surrender, shooting them down without remorse or second thought. The seething pain only fuelled you, controlling your actions as you attempt to push behind the physical and mental ache this mission has caused you over the weeks.

Rushing forward, your legs carry you faster than the others as you’re desperate to breach the bridge, blasting the troopers that occupied the room, their grunts of defeat were deafening as they fall to the ground, their armour clanking against the hard steel floor. Koska disarms the weapons system as the last of the crew were shot. "Wheres Gideon?" Bo Katan questions, the question hanging in the air, no one could give her an answer.

Searching the room frantically, you’re pulling the chairs from the desks, squatting down and racing around too quick for your legs to compute, your legs almost giving out on you. "Wheres grogu?" You panic, for the first time on this mission, your allies could see your composure crumbling, your inhibitions to keep this facade up-kept flew away with the adrenaline as you realised he wasn’t here. "No. No. No." You scream, your chest rising with conviction and body slumped on a chair, dropping your gun which met the floor with a clank. Gripping the wound on your shoulder you wince at the ache that spread from your shoulder to your arm and back.

"It was all for nothing." You sigh defeatedly, the child nowhere in sight and no sign of Din to show that he had made it through alive. Fennec walked up to you, placing a hand on your un - injured shoulder and pats it softly, bringing you a silent comfort. "They’ll meet us here, let me wrap this up while were waiting."

You nod, a silent thank you as she detaches the remains of your useless shoulder piece of armour thats mostly shattered, ripping a segment of her own long sleeve shirt to wrap around your shoulder in an attempt to stop the bleeding, all it did was soak up what was saturating your burning skin and provide a slight illusion of weightlessness, relieving some of the ache in your back.

A whoosh is heard from the door as it opens to the bridge and moments later and Din enters, Grogu in hand and Moff Gideon in cuffs, grovelling as Din pushes his further into the room. Din looks at your body as you stagger to stand, a piece of your armour missing and an injury on your shoulder weeping through the rag that kept blood from spilling onto the floor beneath your feet. "You two made it," you murmur in relief at the safety of them both. "What happened?" Bo Katan questions Din as he walks in wielding a black sword, a white glow surrounding it as it hummed. The sight of seeing Din wield such a weapon had your heart beating in your throat, Fennec sent you a look and the heat flushed as the redness of blush crawled up your neck. If anyone would as, you would blame the blood loss.

"He brought him in alive, thats what happened." You state, Bo Katan’s eyes widening at the sight. "And now the New Republic's gonna have to double the payment." You say firmly as you walk up to Din and grogu, smiling as he cooed at you, making grabby hands at you, without hesitation you pick him up, holding him to your chest. Hearing grogu whimper, you pull back and he points to your shoulder which Din is starring at, "I know buddy, I’ll be fine." Din knew you were lying with the way your voice wavered, your body’s weakening state concerned him immensely.

"Thats not what shes talking about." Moff butts in, everyone turns to him in confusion, he turns to Bo Katan with a smirk, "why don’t you kill him now and take it?" He teases. You push Moff to the ground and stand pathetically half-slumped in front of Din, creating a space between them, a caution warning, as long as you were standing she would have to go through you. Bo Katan eyed the sword, seemingly considering if it were worth the effort to start this battle. "Its yours now." Moff laughs from the floor. "What is?" Din questions from behind you, stepping to your side protectively. "The Darksaber. It belongs to you." You look at the weapon in Dins hand, glowing fiercely before Din retracts the blade.

He steps forward in front of Bo Katan and offers the weapon. "Now it belongs to her." The woman refused to take the weapon, "She cant take it, it must be won in battle." Moff chuckles from beside them, instigating Bo Katan to start a battle with Din. Anxiety creeps upward in your chest as you watch on hopelessly, holding the child in your arms.

"In order for her to wield the Darksaber again, she would need to defeat you in combat." Moff looking between the two, Din offers the Darksaber again, "I yield. It’s yours." "Oh, no." Moff chuckles, a stupid grin on his face, "It doesn’t work that way," he states, standing to his feet.

You snap, your body’s strength withering, frustration of the threats towards Din had dark thoughts consume your mind. “Enough of this. You thrive off people’s misery Gideon, I’ve had enough.” You place the child on a nearby chair, turning him away from the scene you’re causing. You kick Gideon’s knees, and he falls to the floor, reaching for your blaster you point it at him, “wait, wait, wait,” he puts his cuffed hands up in surrender, the others watching you with wide eyes. “We’re letting him go. Put the blaster away.” Din pleas with you, his voice sweeter than nectar as he speaks to you. “He doesn’t deserve to live.” You conclude, the conviction in your voice worried Din, you’d become ruthless in your efforts to rescue Grogu, he didn’t recognize you and guilt swirled around him as he wondered if he had a part to play. “We can walk away from this. We can leave.” Please come with us. With me.

Your heart races, thundering like a thousand horses, weakness causing your arm to drop as the weight of the gun, and Din’s words suddenly became too much.

“We’ll handle him, take the child and go.” Bo Katan advises, “you’re an admirable warrior Nimerah, the name suits you well.” You give a curt nod her way and begin to make your way to the hangar Fennec contacts Boba and he’s prepared you for boarding within a parsec. Fennec struggles to hold you upright as your body begins to slump, the blood loss making you drowsy, your eyes dropping and the color falling from your face. Boba assist you to lie down in his cot where you fall down onto it, your eyes blur as tears fills your waterline, limbs shaking as you go into shock, a coldness nipping at your limbs as your body burns up simultaneously. “Come on Nimerah, gonna fix you up, just stay awake.” Boba becomes a puddled blur of colors as your eyes flutter, your body begging for them to close for some rest, exhaustion overcomes you and you can only think of one thing, “need Din, please.” Din hears your weak voice and the way you whimper his name has him sat by your side without hesitation. “I’ll get the medi pack.” Boba hurries. Din removes his gloves to expose his cold hands, the coolness on your forehead provided some relief as he checked your temperature. “You’re burning up.” Your body begins to shiver and your lips chatter in disagreement, “help me Din, I don’t want to die.” You sob, tears falling freely down your red cheeks made Dins heart swell. “Keep your eyes open cyar'ika.” You mumble incoherently and it sends panic coursing through him as your eyes begin to close, he shakes you gently and finds the pulse point on your neck, feeling the weakened thrumming of your heartbeat his cool fingers sending goosebumps down your neck. His other hand strokes your hair, tucking a stray piece behind your ear. “You have to make it. Yooba solus ner aliit.” You are my family.

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lilzebub · 5 years ago

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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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Moon Dust

Urgh, I wanted you too.. I, I still do.

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5. Compulsion

*Mature, Explicit, NSFW*

Din Djarin x fem.reader

WC: 3.2k

A/N: This one is quite spicy so yeah NSFW..

The next morning was quite cold, the sky was clear and blue with only a couple of clouds still showing from the previous night. You both haven't spoke a word since then. You personally felt embarrassed, how could you jump and rub yourself on him like that? You remembered all of it, every single little details playing in loop inside your head. As you closed your eyes trying to forget, a voice came to bring you back to reality.

“Hey.. I made breakfast, if you're hungry..” Hearing the voice coming from the entrance of the cave.

He didn't have his armor on, only his clothes, his arm brace and helmet. You remained silent, feeling like all of this was all a mistake. You're stuck with the man here.. what were you thinking? What if something bad happens? You felt stupid for letting your emotions get in the way. How could you be so irresponsible? This wasn't you.

While you were spiralling, he moved away, understanding you didn't want to talk to him. Moving towards the fire pit, he sat on a log he placed earlier. He figured he might've done something wrong. He knew what he wanted, but wasn’t sure you wanted the same.

Seeing you finally coming out to eat, gives him a pinch in his chest. Looking at you rub your eyes and adjusting them to the bright morning made him nervous. If everything was his fault, he needs to make it right.

You watched him put some grains and protein in a small bowl, turning his head slightly while handing it out to you. As you took it from his hand, you remained silent, keeping your gaze down.

He noticed it, he recognized it, because it was the same look you had when he first met you in Nevarro. The pinching becoming more apparent, he knew he had to apologize. As he turned his body to you, facing you fully. He kept playing with the fingertips of his leather gloves, unsure on how to address the issue. “Yesterday, I'm sorry, I didn't want to make you feel this way. If I-” He sounded timid, anxious. Which was definitely surprising coming from a man like him.

You lifted your head slowly, “No, I'm sorry. I let myself come in between us. You were just trying to be kind to me.”

“No, yes, urgh.” he took a moment trying to find the right words before speaking again, “I wanted you too.. I-I still do.” he said looking at you unmoving and waiting for a response.

You were too shy to say anything, looking down at your bowl still in your hands. When he saw the small smile forming at the corner of your lips, he got up moving closer, now hovering over you. He took the bowl and put it aside next to the fire pit before grabbing your hand, pulling you up slowly towards him.

Taking his fingers, he pushed the hair framing your face gently. The world had gone silent as he admired your eyes, only hearing the creaking sound from his leather gloves. Bringing his helmet closer made you feel very, very intimidated. He came to your ear whispering softly, “You're all I think about.”

You let out an uncontrollable sharp breath. Feeling the need to have him closer growing inside of you again. You were making him grin under his helmet as he looked at you melt under him. Which was way better than seeing you fear him. He took your hand again, pulling you back into the cave.

Once inside he didn’t waste a single moment. He didn't lie, since he's been awake, all he could truly think about was you. Grabbing you gently by the side of your neck as you close your eyes feeling his hand moving downward. He caresses your body softly with the light pressure of his fingertips. Almost as if he was afraid you’d break under his touch.

“Did you mean it?” You asked parting your lips slowly as your look straight into his visor.

He didn’t say a word as he moved to hold your waist before guiding you towards the blanket still laid down on the floor. You were being push down gently as he came to lay with you, still holding your waist, his body so close to yours. You were nervous but he made you feel safe.

He hesitated as he got closer to you and you clearly noticed it, “What is it?”

He looked away before turning his gaze back on you. “Would you close your eyes?” he asked, tilting his head slightly.

Frowning, you simply closed them.

“Do you promise not to look?” Saying as he smiled, already removing his helmet along with his gloves. You nodded, raising and eyebrow, not knowing what to expect before you hear a hissing sound.

He was finally able to see you with without any barriers, starring as he took you in. Watching your skin reflect the light coming from outside. Your eyelashes and brows twitching as your eyes moved around even if they were closed. Seeing glass like specks glowing and shining on your skin from the heat. Your plush lips slightly parted, looking soft and inviting.

After a moment, he moved closer as you inhale slowly. Smelling him, he just smelled so good.. You began to feel a pillowy sensation brushing lightly over your lips. You didn't move them just yet, giving him the chance to explore you. He started to press them harder before opening his lips to cover yours. Pushing his tongue in carefully. You couldn’t resist, moving yours with his as he let out a deep breath out through his nose. Tasting you sweet in his mouth.

He brought his hand to hold your thigh before caressing it upwards. Still kissing him, you opened your knees slightly for him. You could feel his lips forming a smile as he moved in between them and sneaked his hand underneath your shirt. He directly went to take your breast in his hand while you carelessly opened your mouth as he squeezed it gently. Taking his other hand, he pulled the fabric upwards, exposing both to him. He took pleasure seeing your body twitch to his touch. But in all honesty, it just left him more needy. Pulling down your bra, he took one out and puts it in his mouth before humming to the taste of it.

The sensation becoming more present with the vibration of his lips around your nipple, made you start to breathe heavily. He could feel himself pumping and becoming harder as he began to lick it with one single stroke before sucking on it. The needy feeling in between your legs was starting to control you, pushing your chest forward to present them fully to him.

He let go of it with a big ‘pop’ as if he was still sucking on it when he pulled away. Moving to the other one, flickering his tongue over it. You let out a soft moan as he was playing with the other one, passing his thumb over and pressing it slightly in between his fingers. Why does this feel so good?

Seeing you contort underneath him like this, made him feral. He let go of your breasts to let out his now fully harden cock. His body hovering completely over you in between your legs. He stroked himself a couple of times looking at you with your eyes still closed before grinding the tip of it on your pussy over the fabric.

You couldn’t hold your sounds of pleasure, free in the open and bouncing off the walls of the echoing cave. As he teased his cock on you, he felt the wetness of your entrance leaking through the fabric while your slick slowly coated him.

You knew he was discovering you, but you were growing impatient and wanted more. Trying to get your message across you let out a whining sound before putting a hand on his chest, pressing in softly. Feeling his heartbeat going faster as his warmth just radiated from his body. You thought he picked up on it as he began pushing against your entrance with the tip of his cock, remaining blocked from the fabric. Even with your pants on you could feel him gliding slightly on the edge making you more desperate.

He smiled to the sight of you, he never thought he'd be able to do something like this with you. Even if it scared him, he didn't want to let it affect him, not right now. He wanted to enjoy his time and savour every moment he got with you, all to him.

He continues to tease you before coming back to kiss you once more, “Every word.. I meant every word.” Affirming, still in the proximity to your lips.

“More..” you say, almost a whisper.

And just like that, he forgot about taking his time as he pushed his pants down before removing yours. He stayed still as he looked at you, so pretty, so wet and ready for him.

You felt a finger brushing your clit softly before moving slowly downward and gliding in gently. He let out a puff of air, placing himself in front of your inviting pussy. Pushing only the tip of his cock in and out slowly. He really wanted to know you, all of you. You felt him pushing in but not entering completely as he is still teased your entrance. Although, the softness of his cock made it less bearable, leaving you whining to the sensation.

He must’ve felt the same because he began to move in deeper and deeper. You could feel him all, thickness and length. Your smile becoming contagious as he bends closer to you, putting both his arms on the side of your head. Opening your hand to put his in, brushing his fingers inside of it before bringing one of them to caress your lips.

“You're so beautiful cyare” he says before kissing them, pushing his tongue in.

He panted low and slow just like his stokes. As you passed your hands on his body, you could feel all his muscles contracting, even at simplest movement before he starts to thrust inside more relaxed. But seeing your eyes squinting and your pussy getting wetter from the pleasure, he knew you were not going to last long, and neither will he. He quickens his pace as he saw you becoming more and more undone around him.

Breathing harshly as you can't seem to control the sounds coming out of you no more. You tense and he began to worry before he watches you finally release the tension as you face his arm. Feeling your warm breath through the fabric of his shirt. He noticed your eyes opening slightly, quickly moving his hand to cover them.

“I'm so sorry!” you stressed, voice panicked, closing them shut again quickly.

He kisses you hard and messy. Thrusting inside of you faster before moving his face into your neck.

“Is it okay if.” asking in between heavy breaths.

“Yes” you reply shortly, knowing exactly what he was asking.

He immediately moved harsher, pounding inside of you really. It didn't take long for him to start grunting, feeling his body heat just rushing out of him. He loosens his grip on your hip, moving in slower a few more times before stopping, removing himself slightly from you.

Coming to sit on your side, he grabbed the helmet and puts it back on before tucking himself back in. Turning to your unmoving body, he saw your eyes remaining closed shut.

You were waiting for his signal as you feel fingers brushing your hair back before caressing your cheek.

“You can open them.” You heard from a modulated voice. “I'll go get you some food.”

As you were dressing yourself, you watched him heat some sort of broth over the fire. You couldn't help but smile at the sight of him, simply existing in the same space as you.

You both agreed to go back on exploring the area. Staring at you as you strapped on your holsters. There was nowhere in the galaxy you could hide that timid smile forming at the corner of your lips. He came closer, taking your hand before brushing the top of it with his thumb before he letting it go, straightening his back a little and walking towards his bag.

How could he do this to you? Taking your hand felt right, so right but he knew he didn't deserve all the attention you were giving him. You couldn't be with a bounty hunter. What kind of life could he possibly give you? On the run all time, having a bounty on your back or worse, being killed by one. He didn't want to think about that right now. You guys were stuck here and nothing felt better than having you close to him. Somehow, you made the nightmares more bearable. He knew all of this was wrong, but he couldn't help it.

As he turns back to you, you gave him a soft smile, moving in the direction of your journey. He noticed the way your eyes were glowing at him, even if the sun was not completely out. He wondered if you ever gave the same smile and eyes to someone else, feeling a little bit of jealousy rising.

He stared at you as the pinching came back to haunt him. Taking a deep breath before speaking. “Can I ask you something?” Trying hard to keep his cool.

“Anything” you responded with a small grin still looking forward.

“Have you, did you.. ever had, someone in your life?”

Your eyes rounded up at the question, why did you felt your cheeks getting redder? “I did, I–” the forest had gone suddenly silent, only hearing the rustling of the wind moving through the leaves. “I was with someone from the clan, it lasted a year.” You saw the Mandalorian tense up at your words. “Nothing major really happened, it wasn't like what we just–.” You stopped yourself from speaking furthermore. Feeling terrorized by what you were about to say. He noticed it, tilting his helmet to you. Watching him wait for you to keep going. Instead, you decided to take another direction.

“Have you? Ever been with someone?” Knowing this was a delicate matter.

“No.” Affirming firmly.

Curious you tried harder, “never?”

“Never, no one has seen me or ‘touched’ me. Never felt comfortable with physical intimacy.” he says now looking straight at you before turning his gaze back to the path. “All I know is violence, how can I be good to someone else?”

You could feel the pain in his voice before you tried to smooth him. “What about your son? I bet you were good to him, right? isn't that something?” looking at him half smiling.

He took a moment before you heard his voice again. “He was and still is, everything to me. I guess you're right, I never thought I'd be a guardian, less a father.”

“See! You did something you never thought possible. Isn't it wonderful?”

He stopped in his steps, starring at you, talking low and soft. “Yes.” moving forward, pushing a strand of hair out of the way, “Definitely.” before turning away to proceed with the exploration.

You didn't knew why but you had a feeling that he was no longer talking about the child.

Back to the camp you decided to go to bed early. You felt like you’ve been robbed of some precious sleeping hours lately. Closing your eyes, you pulled your cape closer to you. As you settled in, you felt a warm body still clothed behind you. Going to turn around to him, he pushed your chin back forward.

He caressed the side of your neck with the tip of his fingers. Brushing them lightly on your arm. “Can I?” his voice raspy and unmodulated, making your body warm up instantly.

You hummed in respond, letting him touch you as he pleased. Moving his hand under your shirt. He grabbed one of your breasts. Massaging it full hand as he kisses the side of your neck. Letting him pass his tongue on your skin as he seemed to enjoy the accessibility of it.

You felt it inside you, this calls for him. Feeling your pussy pulsing from the need you know only, he can satisfy. Resting your head back on him, you felt him suck the skin underneath your ear, pressing your nipple and rolling it in between his fingers. You let out some moans before he pushed his hand lower, going inside of your waist band. He moved straight to your entrance. Feeling your slick already coating his fingers. You moaned gently as he glid them up and down in between your folds. Slowly covering your clit, making you hot with anticipation. You could feel him chuckle lightly against your back. His lips smiling against your skin, “You’re so beautiful, you don’t even understand.” as he focused on your pleasure, doing light circles, sliding over your clit.

Your moans were now filling up the space. “Stop, I'll.. I'll come, Din–”

“It’s okay, Tonight I want to watch you, hear you. Please, for me, cyare.” cutting you off. Maker, his voice was like melting butter in your ear.

You let yourself go, whining as your legs stiffens and let out a single desperate moan as you were finally reaching your high.

He kissed the back of your neck as you calmed down before turning around to put his helmet back on.

“Can I have a kiss?” you asked timidly, knowing what he was doing.

“Close your eyes.” He replied softly.

And you do, sensing a hand grabbing your jaw as he tilted your head upward. His plush lips pressing lightly on yours. Holding your face in place, he gave into it more. Humming of satisfaction before he pulled away.

“You can open them.” Hearing a clicking sound. He reached out to caress your temple with his thumb.

When you do, you really wished you could see his eyes. Being a little sad, but also understanding. Moving forward to bring your hand to his neck as he brought you closer to his body. Making you lay on your side and half on him. The fatigue was quickly coming back, making you yawn as your face rested on his chest.

Petting your head as you fell asleep, he tilted his helmet down, seeing you peaceful in his arms. It made him felt anxious. He was afraid to lose something, but didn't knew exactly what it was. You made him feel good and he wanted the same for you. He wanted to be closer to you. Even though he knew he couldn't give you more.

How could he be closer to you when you couldn't even see him. He knew this was a huge mistake. That he shouldn’t be laying here with you. This shouldn’t had gone this far. It was not only against the bounty code but also against his creed. He knew he couldn't be with you. You deserved way better than the life he could give you. How could someone like you, be with someone like him? Especially without ever showing his face to you. He already lost the kid, and he didn’t want to lose this too, whatever this was. But you felt right to him and that's what was important right now. He tried to convince himself as he moved around, trying to get some sleep as well.

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Moon Dust

I'm sorry, could you sleep closer?

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3. Breathe

*Mature, Explicit, NSFW*

Din Djarin x fem.reader

Word Count: 2.8k

Protective mando, fluff, smutt, mando is obsessed with you, voyeurism? shy/insecure Mando, Mando have angst and ptsd, he needs a hug, feelings, plot with p, soft-top Din Djarin, reader insert, no y/n, female reader, reader doesn't have a name

A/N: Buckle up, we're getting into it.

Buzzing ears and head heavy. Your body feels like boulders. You’re trying to figure out where you are. You opened your eyes slowly, seeing everything blurry around you. You lift your arm to remove the hair from your face. As you go to touch your head, you can feel something wet at your fingertips, squinting your eyes trying to focus.

“What do you mean you’re thinking? We have to move!”

The man without waiting a second more, looked at a data pad and turned a key on the board.

Dropping from Hyperspace, you see a bright sphere and the Mandalorian without hesitation, moved forward into its atmosphere. He turns his head quickly to you while pulling the wheel forward. “Hold tight!” Before turning back to press buttons on a pad. “Should be breathable. Well try to-” At the same time, a high pitch sound could be heard as if it was coming from inside your head.

Going down full speed you couldn’t help but scream as loud as you can. Meanwhile he was pushing a lever, pulling the ship upwards trying to minimize damage.

As you finally gained consciousness, your eyes glanced around the ship. Pieces of it torn, pulled out and some even missing. Cords hanging from the dashboard and ceiling, cracked windows and everything in between just thrown everywhere, scattered on the floor. You looked at the man, unmoving in his chair. Unbuckling yourself from your seat, you tried to get up. Losing balance as you stumbled on debris. You glanced in his direction, only seeing the back of him. “Hey, Mandalorian.. Are you okay?”

You could hear him grunt as he lifted his hands towards his helmet, perhaps trying to anchor himself. You stayed still, looking to see if he could at least stand. As you watched him, you noticed his breathing going faster.

You moved through the wreckage, putting a hand on his shoulder. His breathing getting heavier and sharper, he jumped from his seat. “I can’t breathe- “

You looked at him confused as he was pacing around. Tugging at the cape attached to his neck. “I can’t breathe, I need air..” he panicked as he moved towards the door. Pushing the pad on the side of it as he got angrier.

You followed him as he kicked the door of the ramp with his foot. Making an opening big enough for him to pass under. You went through right after him, hearing him land on the ground. When you do the same and lift your head to look up. You saw the man on his hands and knees, leaning forward on the earth beneath him, breathing quick and short.

You’ve seen it happen with other warriors from your clan, but never thought you’d see it in a man as hard and as stoic as the Mandalorian. You moved to his right, bending lower to his level as you put once again a hand to his shoulder. “It’s okay, you’re safe, we’re safe..” Resting your hand there to reassure him.

He slowly calmed himself down, taking deep breaths in, before turning his helmet upwards to you. You gave him a small smile from the corner of your lips. Noticing his hand from his other side going towards his hip. You moved your hand as fast as you could to your ankle and pulled out your knife, placing it directly on his neck.

“I wouldn’t do that.” You warned him.

In a single movement, he grabbed your wrist, squeezing which made you drop the blade. You extended your other arm to put a hand on his neck as he did the same to you. Both in each other's grip, you stayed silent. Not being able to see his face made it harder to read him.

“Who are you? Who is your clan?” he rushed, still on edge. You tried to speak but his grip was too tight around your throat, you couldn't even breathe properly. He noticed it, loosening his fingers as he saw water coming from the redness of your eyes. “Answer me..” He still urged.

You swallowed deep before you replied, “They’re no one to the galaxy, but everything to my family.”

He stayed still, simply staring at you, trying to see through the lies. After a moment he finally released his hand from your neck, and you do the same. He looked at you stone cold as you took a few steps back trying to get some air back into your lungs.

You noticed his helmet moving downwards, scanning you. As you followed his gaze, you automatically saw a trail of half dried blood on your thigh from the slit of your dress. Remaining silent, he turned around going back onto the ship.

Puzzled, you stayed put. Looking around as you took in your new environment but there wasn't much going on. Nothing but trees and greenery going as far as the eye could see. You used to train on a planet just like it was when you were younger. Hopefully, you remember some of the skills you were taught.

You brought your gaze back to the ship as you heard metal clanging. He had your duffle bag in one hand and a metal tin in the other. Walking towards you and stopped just a few inches away. He dropped the bag to your feet before he opened the box. Taking a spray bottle from it as he handed you the container. You grabbed it as he brought his other gloved hand to your scalp.

“This might sting” he said softly.

You nodded without a word. Letting him do whatever needed to be done. After a moment, you squint your eyes as you felt the burning sensation of the Bacta working inside your wound.

“I'm sorry” he said, noticing your pain.

You closed your eyes, shaking your head. “No, it's fine.”

He began to move lower hesitantly as he kneeled in front of your leg. You turned your body slightly to the side so he could have better access. Letting him know it was okay. He went under the edge of the dress opening, just a little to have a better look. With light pressure, he pressed his index around the wound as you let out a clear hiss.

Noticing your reaction, he tilted his helmet up to you, “can you give me a bacta square?” His voice came in a higher pitch.

Looking down into the silver box, you picked one before handing it to him. You couldn't help but feel small, which truthfully, never really happens. Lost in your thoughts, you didn’t even notice when he was done. Only snapping back as he rose, handing you your bag.

“And you?” You asked, trying desperately to sound calm.

“I’ll go check in the fresher later. I only feel sore at the moment, almost as if I was in a ship crash.” He replied in a serious tone.

You looked at him with a raised brow, “Was that supposed to be a joke?”

He tilted his helmet on the side, “Could be...”

Your brows as you turned around, going further into the woods, “I’ll go change...”

With a hand on his hip, he watched you move away as he did the same, going back into the ship.

Walking deeper into the forest, you dropped the bag on a boulder and began to undress yourself. Noticing bruises on your stomach and hip. It was nothing too serious, but you were definitely going to be sore in the next few days. You put on your dark carbon pants and long fitted sleeves and you can’t help but feel good in your combat clothes. You strapped your leather arm brace in place, putting your knife and blaster holsters back on as well. As you walked back towards the ship, you thought about the Mandalorian’s earlier episode and wondered if he was okay.

While you were gone, the Mandalorian had locked himself in the fresher and removed his armor to have a better look at his injuries. There were a few scratches and bruises here and there but overall, it could’ve been worse. He wasn't hurt as much as you.

...You.

He noticed his eyes in the mirror, appearing even more tired than the last time he had checked. As he passed his bare fingers over his cheeks, his mind was slowly drifting back to your perfect skin beneath his gloved fingers. Wishing it was bare so he could feel it. The way he to just wanted to make you feel better upon seeing your wounds. He didn't understood why he felt ashamed, almost as if he felt unworthy of wanting such things.

He sighed, moving to the shower to see if the water was still working. It was not, but on the other hand, the sink did.

He took his soap and a towel and began to wash himself in the sink. As he passed the bar of soap on his chest. His mind goes back to your bare neck deflecting the sun. Your low cleavage dress and how soft and creamy your breast looked in it. The gown fitting your curves perfectly, admiring the way your ass swayed in in as you walked.

He instantly felt a twitch coming on his leg as he closed his eyes. He was trying so hard to remember yours looking straight at him while he was on his knees. His hand now grabbing his fully harden cock over the fabric. Giving it a good strong squeeze, he growled deep while thinking of your bare leg in front of him. So close yet so far from his mouth.

He lowered his pants to let it spring free as he grabs more of the soap, lathering his hands to fully coat its length. He remembered your thighs and how he would’ve loved nothing more than to caress the inner part of them.

I must protect her, protecting her is my job...

He moved his fist faster while his breathing intensified, panting softly before finally leaking into his hand. He leaned over the sink while the water was still running.

I need to put this nonsense to an end.

“Mandalorian?” His eyes rounded at the mention of his name. He looked quickly at the door handle to make sure it was locked. He closed his eyes trying to focus, opening them back as quickly.

He swallowed dryly before responding, “Yes, I'm in the fresher! Give me a minute–” trying to sound as normal as possible.

All he could hear was his new favorite voice coming from a closer range. “Take your time, I'll make a fire!”

He leaned against the sink, taking a deep breath and tried to ground himself, dropping his head back to the ceiling. “Fuck...”

As he came down from the ship, he stared at you. Simply looking as, you gathered branches for the fire pit you made from rocks and dirt.

Even though your dress fitted you perfectly, he thought your new outfit suited you better. Noticing your shape better since the clothes were more fitted to your body. He analyzed the blaster on your hip that he saw you use in battle. The knife that if it could tell a story, it would tell him you knew how to use as well. Your movements being calculated as if you've done them a million times.

"You're a fighter." He stated more than asked.

You stopped what you were doing, now looking straight at him. He was simply standing there, thumbs in his belt.

You moved towards the fire pit with the branches. Dropping them before turning back to face him, "Yes, I am, so are you." You pointed out to his blaster.

He tilted his head slightly and it made you feel nervous again. You didn't know him. All you knew was that something must've happened for him to react the way he did earlier.

He turned around towards the ship and came back with a small bag. "Here, you must be hungry." Saying, as he gave it to you. You thanked him but he was already walking away, moving deeper into the forest. You watched him pull out a dead trunk out of it. Dragging it across the ground before pulling it closer to the pit before he gestured with his hand, asking you to sit on it.

You looked at him confused before asking him, “Are you not going to eat?"

He paused before answering you, "I already ate when you were changing."

You don't ask any further questions as you sit on the trunk. Watching him squat in front of the pit. Seeing the man in beskar activating a small flame from his wrist which ignited the wood before coming back to sit next to you.

The sky was getting darker, the sun was still up but you were able to see some stars peaking. You couldn't help but stare at them as you finished your meal. Sensing eyes, you turn your head slightly to him, but he switched his gaze back to the fire, making you smile softly to yourself.

"Do you always have your armor on? You asked, seeing him tense at question.

He stayed still, looking in front of him as he answered you. "Most of the time, yes."

"So, you never really go around without it? Even the helmet?" you asked innocently.

His hands turned into loose fists, "That's correct, no one has ever seen my face since I was a child. Since, I took my creed."

You stayed silent as he turned his helmet to face you. You simply nodded as you couldn't help but notice the hardness in his voice.

"Where do you plan to sleep?" You asked him after a moment.

"Here"

You leaned to your bag, taking your blanket and cape out. He looked at you as you spread the blanket onto the floor before laying on it. "Then I'll sleep here as well." Glancing at him, taking your cape to cover your frame and your bag as pillow. Both of you stayed in silence as you watched the flames, slowly falling asleep.

You heard grunting, making you open your eyes to the dark sky full of stars. Turning your head towards the noise, you see the Mandalorian on the ground near you. His head and upper back resting on the trunk. You pushed yourself to sit up, rubbing your eyes as you tried to focus. You notice his chest rising and going down at a rather fast pace while his body looked agitated.

He's definitely dreaming.

"Mandalorian?" You tried to wake him but just like last time, it was in vain.

You pulled yourself up, moving to him and start to shake him softly by gripping his shoulder. "You're dreaming, Mandalorian wake up- "

A sharp breath escaped his lips before he jolted, taking his knife out. Making you freeze instantly while looking straight into his visor. You instinctively pushed your body back slightly at the sight of the blade pointed directly at you. He quickly noticed that you were scared and lowered it as fast as he got it out. "I'm so sorry I-I don't know..." Sensing panic and remorse in his raspy voice.

You stayed silent, letting him come back to reality slowly. After a moment he began talking again. His hand going to his helmet "I was dreaming of my kid. I think I miss him- "

You remained still while speaking yourself, "Isn't he with his mother? He must be safe?" You felt nervous, not knowing how to approach the subject.

"No, I don't have a–" he looked up to you before putting his gaze back down. "My kid is not human, he's... to be honest I don't know what he is, but no, he's training with someone who can show him the way to his inner powers"

You nodded while giving him a small and shy smile. "I understand better now. Thank you for trusting me." You say simply before using your soft voice. "You need to rest. We've had a big day. You must be exhausted." You stated, going to turn back around.

Not wanting to let you move away from him. He grabbed your wrist, stopping you in your steps. Confused, your eyes go to his hand on you before moving it to his helmet.

"I'm sorry, could you sleep closer?" He asked as he lets go of your hand.

You nodded getting up to grab your stuff before coming back to lay your blanket next to him. Placing your bag in front of the trunk. Starting to cozy up again. "He's going to be fine, plus if the power you speak of is what I think it is. He's going to be more than fine." You say with your eyes already closed and facing the stars above.

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beskarinhyperspace · 2 years ago

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Can’t Change My Mind

A challenge you feel worthy of pursuing

AO3 | Wattpad // MASTERLIST

*Mature, Explicit, NSFW*

Din djarin x fem.reader

Summary: You already have a established romantic relationship with Djarin.

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: This is pure smut, also my first here. Soo enjoy !

"You’re the one who told me I could go!” You say, not understanding why he’s mad.

Looking at you to his left while passes you. “I swear, you’re gonna be the end of me. If I knew, I would’ve left earlier so you wouldn’t have been able to follow me.”

“I thought we were a team!” Starting to be angry, staring with your eyebrows frowned.

He stops in his movements, now looking at you. You always feel uneasy when he does that. Not really knowing what he’s thinking about or even what he’s going to do.

“Cyare, I can’t risk losing you again. Last time I swear, I..” He turns his gaze to the floor, lost for words as he revisits the last time you almost got killed. He got so angry, he shot both man on sight without blinking.

Feeling a little guilty, you approach him slowly. “I’m sorry, I truly am.” Passing your fingers slowly on his chest you breathe in his neck. Talking gently and softly against his skin, “Is there a way I can redeem myself?” looking into his T visor with sultry eyes.

His breathing stops as you can feel the tension rising in his chest. He tilts his head slightly to look at you. “Stop playing games. I’m not in the mood.” he says plainly.

With an amused smile, your eyes going down to his chest. “Who says I'm playing?”

He sighs as he moves away. “I'm going to get ready for sleep.. You should do the same, otherwise, you’ll be tired tomorrow when we arrive on coruscant.” On that, he climbs the ladder to inside cockpit.

You left out a deep blow of air, pouting your lips out. Maybe I can convince him..

While he’s in the cockpit, you went into the fresher to take a quick shower. The soap getting thicker and creamier on your breast. And just like that you're turned on again. He can’t refuse me. I know he wants it just as badly as I do.

Taking the towel to dry yourself up, you can hear him in the kitchen searching through the cabinets. A mischievous smile takes shape at the corner of your lips. Getting out quickly, you make sure not to make too much noise. Standing behind him, you press your chest against him.

“Are you naked?” He asks.

“What if I am?” you respond with your playful voice.

He turns around, “I told you to get ready for sleep. I’m still angry. You won’t change my mind. I'm not in the mood.” as he walks away to the fresher himself.

You look at his back defeated throwing yourself in bed and landing on your back. You can hear the continuous water running in the background.

Well, if it’s this way then..

Passing your fingers lightly over the skin of your thighs. You close your eyes, feeling the need intensifying inside you. Passing them slowly on your hips and bellybutton, moving upwards. You caress the bottom of your breasts moving up the nipple which are already getting harder by touch and cold air coming from the ship. Your breathing stops ever so slightly, taking your other hand to pinch one of them.

Your breathing starts to accelerate as you continue to take a hand upwards putting your index finger into your mouth, wetting it with your tongue going quickly downwards, you start to coat your clit with the slick of your fingers, turning them in circles over it.

You’re so focused on your pleasure, you don’t even notice that the Mandalorian is out the fresher. Looking at you pleasuring yourself with one hand pinching your nipple and the other one moving on your clit.

He stares without a noise, although seeing you whimper makes him growl, pressing a hand on his now harden cock.

At the sound of him, you notice his presence opening your eyes to the ceiling as the room gets darker.

Your blood starts to run cold, feeling you’re in trouble but he comes closer, hovering over you.

“Playing without me cyar’ika?” He states starting to kiss your neck.

Little whimpers are getting out of your chest, “I thought I couldn’t change your mind.”

“I’m sorry cyare, I know I reacted a bit much. I just, I love you so much ner kar’ta.” Passing his tongue flat over your pulse point. “Let me make it up to you.”

Moving slowly downwards he grabs one of your nipples with his mouth. Grunting low as he sucks and tries to put as much of it in his mouth. Grabbing and squeezing you other tit in the meantime.

You can't help but push your chest forward, presenting yourself to him. The movement makes him feral. Taking both and squeezing them together. Passing his tongue over and over each of them. The lightning feeling rises in between your legs.

He stops a moment, trying to catch his breath. “Omg cyare you’re so perfect. I'd eat these tits all..” Before humming while he goes back to suck on them one after the other. Switching between flickering and sucking them.

“Urrgh maker, can I, can I feel you? Please I need to feel you baby.” begging you.

“Yes, please, anything, anything you want.” You say voice breaking.

Through the dark you can hear him let out a little chuckle. Letting your nipple slide out of his lips. He goes lower, leaving a trail of kisses on your body along the way. From under your breast, to your stomach, to your thigh.. You feel him take both of your legs, holding them up leaning down. Letting his tongue flat from your very rear, passing agonizing slow over your entrance and clit.

You start to shake with anticipation as you feel the grin from his moustache over your skin.

“You’re sounds are addicting love. Let me hear those moans while you say my name sweet girl.” Before going back to tease your entrance with his tongue.

You can feel the burning in your stomach as he goes lower to press his tongue teasing over your asshole.

“Djarin, please maker." You can’t control your breathing or your moans at this point.

Which only encourages him to move it faster, altering between licking it with the tip of his tongue and spreading it flat over it.

Your cries becomes louder and he can’t take it anymore. Pushing himself up spreading your knees. He takes a finger teasing your entrance.

Feeling your juices on him, “Kriffing hell cyare, you’re so pretty, so perfect, so wet for me.” You can hear him touch himself with your wetness before passing the tip of his cock in between your folds. “Can you feel that baby? How hard you make me? How much control you have over me? Huh, can you feel that?” as he pushes the tip slowly in.

Taking his time enjoying you, shaking under him. Moving closer to you, he anchors his arms on the sides of your head. Letting you adjust to his length and girth. “Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum, I love you” as he goes down to your lips to kiss you gently. Pushing slowly in. You can feel the muscles of his chest and stomach contracting as he’s picking up the rhythm.

You can’t stop the noise and words coming out of you. “I love you Djarin. You feel so good inside of me. You fill me up so well.”

He kisses you stronger as he’s breathing harder, pushing his tongue deeper into your mouth. Tasting your sweet spit as he prepares himself for release.

You cross your legs on his lower back, felling him hitting that good spot over and over again. He goes to put your right nipple in his mouth sucking on it and you can’t control it anymore, letting a whimpering cry.

“That’s it, come for me cyare. Come for me, c’mon baby.” He says has his other hand grabs a hold of your hip.

You can hear his noises of satisfaction as he hears you come undone for him. Releasing your breast moving to squeeze the other one as he thrust harder inside of you. He feels you tightening around him from the pleasure. He moves to grab both of your legs as he continues to pound into you. Letting out a full grunting scream out as comes inside you. Trying to calm himself down, he comes to lay on your side, putting his arms around you.

“Maker, I love you so much. Please forgive me for earlier. I just want to keep you safe.” asking you in between breaths.

You smile to him in the dark, placing a single kiss on his chin. “You’re already forgiven.”

As you’re holding each other, you tell yourself that there’s nothing better in the galaxy than this right now.

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beskarinhyperspace · 2 years ago

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Moon Dust

You wanted more from him, everything really..

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4. The Promise

*Mature, Explicit, NSFW*

Din Djarin x fem.reader

Word Count: 4.2k

A/N: Had a lot of fun doing this one, hope you enjoy it as much as I did!

You woke up noticing that the warrior was no longer at your side. Confused, you pulled yourself from the ground and grabbed your cape. Tying it around your neck, to cover yourself from the cold morning air. The sun was already up but the sky was still cloudy, making the world a little gray. Hearing all sorts of noises coming from inside the ship, you decided to take a closer look.

What is he doing now.. you wondered.

As you stepped in, you saw the place all cleaned up. Almost as if the wreckage never happened. After a moment, you saw the men I beskar come out of a room, looking in your direction, "Good you're awake, I repaired the shower and fixed some things.” Taking a bar of ration before handing it to you. "Here breakfast" he said, going back to move some things around while you tried to open it. He continued to speak to you while remaining focused, "I used my jet this morning to have a look around. I couldn't see any signs of others. It appears that we're alone here." He paused, straightening his back before looking straight at you. "The ship's navigation system was hit pretty badly, we can't fly with it." He proceeded, turning his helmet towards another door. "You can sleep there." saying as he points at it.

You were still confused, with half a bite still in your mouth, you asked, "we’re stuck here?" not removing your eyes from him.

He nodded in confirmation, "I'm going to continue working on the ship. The electrical can be fixed. We could use the ship as shelter. The water is taken from the humidity in the air before being filtered. Until we find another way out. This planet is, for the time being, our home..”

The realization made you overwhelmed. All the air in the world seemed to have disappeared and you couldn't remember how to breathe. Not able to keep your eyes to stay focus, you ran outside as quickly as you possibly could. Having this cold and stabbing feeling in your chest. You stumbled on your feet as you felt dizzy, walking to your stuff still laid out on the ground near the firepit.

He had followed you out. Looking at you the way you had previously looked at him, concerned and powerless.

I have to see my brother..

You tried to anchor yourself, falling to your knees before placing your hands on the log in front of you. As he walked towards you, you began to shiver. Talking low to yourself "I can't.. I promised, I can't stay here.."

Kneeling at your side, he took your arm, bringing you closer to him and up to his chest. Holding you still as you started to cry. You couldn't help but fall into his arms. Letting your body be numb for him to move around and make you more comfortable. After a moment of just letting yourself to be held. You felt the cold of the beskar but also the warmth coming from the fabric of his clothing.

Stuffy nose and eyes made of glass. Your gaze was stuck on his arm brace. Starring, trying to come back from the emotions. He didn't need to speak, and you appreciate the silence, although you did feel like you owed him an explanation since he gave you his.

You talked low and slow.. "To be in the clan you have to pass a test. My father sent my brother and I to training with other younglings. Preparing us for the test when we are of age. I knew it had to do with tactical and defense but, I wasn't prepared for what they put us through. Me and my brother were extremely close, doing everything together. They put us in all sorts of scenarios and probabilities and I quickly discovered I was athletic and got praised for my skills. They made us fight until we couldn't stand anymore. Sometimes I thought I was going to pass out."

He squeezed you in slightly, feeling him breathing deeper as you continued; "my clan.. we endured so much together, we grew up together, and were there for one another. My clan is my family."

"Then why did you ran from them?" he asked in his low, soft, modulated voice.

“When we took the test, we were told that part of it was the training. To see if we were made to be warriors. The last test was a fighting tournament, choosing the clan's next leader. After hours of combat, me and my brother were finalists. I will never forget the look in his eyes when I laid my knife on his throat, making me the next clan leader.

He tilted his helmet down to you, "Wasn't that a good thing?"

You shook your head, "My clan hasn't seen a female leader since.. Well, actually never. From that day, he turned cold on me and to the world. When my little brother was old enough to take the test, Rylan he.. when we were training..”

"Rylan killed your younger brother?"

You took a deep breath, "I was there that night. We were on a planet just like this one, full of trees and rivers. I was supposed to meet Yusa to help him with the training but when I had eyes on him, I saw my little brother near the cliff we were supposed to meet up. Rylan pushed him off, down the cliff and ran away. The thing is my brother didn't know that there was an under edge to the cliff. I used to train often there with another clan members. I knew there was no real danger, but Rylan didn't know that."

His body stayed still as he passed his fingertips on your shoulder, "He's alive then? So.. why leave?"

"My father was scared that his need for power would make him kill Yusa. My mother took care of it, sending him away without telling anyone where he was for his own safety. My father, being also scared of me, did the same. Marrying me off to a prestigious name given by no other than my older brother himself. Thinking it would calm things.. but the man was horrible. Thank you for killing him by the way.."

"You're welcome." He replied, "so you needed me to take you without anyone knowing you were going to join your younger brother?" Tilting his helmet on its side while staring down at you, still in his arm.

You nodded, "That's correct. My mother was planning to send me to the same place. Training him to be a fighter as well. Living away from all this."

You could feel him despite the armor, steady breaths calming you down. You finally looked up to him as he looked down on you. Pushing a strand of hair out of your face, using the back of his gloved finger to dry off some of the tears on your cheek, sighing deeply, "My job is to protect you and bring you safely to your destination. I promise to do everything within my abilities to make it true."

The reality was, he didn’t have a choice. You had bewitched him since the day he came back to nevarro. You were all he could think about. And now with this new given information, he wanted you safer than ever before. He knew they would come to find you and try to bring you back. Especially if you were meant to be their clan leader. He didn't know you that much, but he knew that protecting you was the right thing to do.

As the day came to an end, you began moving into your quarters. Dropping your bag on your new bed, you let out some sleeping clothes, laying them on the covers.

“I’m going to use the fresher, the water is working you said?” stating more than asking.

You could see him from the opened ramp. Sitting on the log in front of the fire pit outside.

“Yes, I’ve placed a new bar of soap on the counter for you.” He responded, turning his helmet towards you. He sighed hearing the door of the fresher being closed. Fixating on the flames in front of him. He figured you guys were somewhat safe here. They would never suspect you to still be this close to them. You haven’t been long enough in hyperspace to be far but, they didn’t know that. They also wouldn’t suspect you to be on a planet with literally nothing on it. And it gave him some brief peace of mind before his mind began to play tricks on him. Imagining your naked body still damp from the shower, dripping on him. He grunted, trying to think about, well, something else...

After you put some clothes on, you started to prep the ship for the night. Closing the ramp and some unnecessary lights. Moving to the open kitchen to clean around a bit, seeing the door of the fresher not completely closed shut as you heard him move inside.

“No, I can’t look..” telling yourself as you investigate the light gap.

Moving closer, you saw the light of the fresher over the mirror and only a part of the sink. When suddenly you have the side of his butt cheek coming into frame. Instinctively you closed your eyes. “I can’t..” you reminded yourself. “He took a creed, whatever that means..” Except, your curiosity was stronger than your will, opening one eye slowly...

Noticing his tan glowing skin from the fresher’s light. Moving your gaze upwards, you could see his arm muscles more clearly. Contracting as he barely moved. You examined the scars on his body from various past injuries. He looked firm but there’s was a softness to him. Something more human perhaps, move vulnerable. Maybe it was in the way he moved, as if every movement had a distinct purpose. You were starting to feel shame and guilt as a tightness formed in your chest, turning quickly around to go back into your room.

But you weren’t quick enough, as the door of the fresher opened, and instantly feel your heart drop to your stomach.

You heard his modulated voice coming from behind, “Are you okay?” he asked worryingly.

What kind of six sense is this?

You turned around slowly to face him. You could see him clear as day. A hand on the door and the other one holding the towel on his waist. You noticed his broad shoulders, his chest defined and his muscular arms that could kill a man without a sweat. He had his helmet on, looking straight at you.

You couldn’t find the words to speak. Feeling intimidated by the sight of him. Not knowing where to look, you start speaking nervously, “Yes, I am, thank you. I was going to sleep actually...” you let out now staring at the floor.

“Good” he replied as his body relaxes. “Tomorrow we should go explore some grounds.”

You agreed, nodding, “Goodnight Mandalorian.”

As you turned back around, he lowered his gaze to the ground, “nite..”

You gave him a little smile before moving away. Closing the door behind you as you moved onto your bed. You couldn’t stop thinking about the almost naked man that was in front you, grand and glowing from the fresher’s light, standing there just staring at you. You felt that pinching in your chest again. I can’t, he can’t.. That would never happen..

Morning came and you were feeling already better than yesterday. Going down the ramp you saw your new roommate coming back to the ship’s camp.

“Good morning.” you greeted him.

He looked at you while walking closer, “You’re awake.. brought some fruits I found.”

“You found all of this, this morning?” looking inside the cloth bag.

He took a moment before talking. “I figured you’d want some variety. Haven't found vegetables yet...”

You can’t help but smile at him. “Thank you, that’s very thoughtful.” before grabbing a green and orange fruit out of it. “Are you not eating?”

“I ate not long ago. I couldn’t sleep... I–” He cuts himself off. Staying still, staring at you while you ate. After a moment you looked up to him, raising an eyebrow. Realizing he’s fixating, he moved quickly. moving his gaze away, now looking straight to the ground. Talking to himself in a low voice as he went back onto the ship.

He didn’t know how to act around you anymore. No one had ever seen him the way you saw him yesterday. The way you were looking at him, the look in your eyes... He knew what you were thinking about. He also couldn’t stop thinking about the feeling of your presence in his arms, holding you close to his chest and how he wanted so badly to have it again.

You look at him moving away confused. You were starting to enjoy his company but understood that he might still be shaken by the current circumstances. By contrast, the rigid man had a warmth to him. You felt safe in his presence, and you knew he wanted your well-being as much as you wanted his.

Finishing your fruits, you threw the seed into the fire pit before moving inside the ship to change.

You came back in your combat outfit and your tactical backpack with all your necessities, food, water and some change of clothes. You never truly know how these explorations can go. No choice than packing for a couple of days.

You saw him near the camp, being also ready to leave. Watching him put his spear behind on his back. Remaining silent, he began to walk inside the forest and you followed right behind.

There was a moment where none of you were speaking but you didn’t mind it too much. You didn’t even know where you’re going, you just followed his lead. Hearing the sky rumbling while turning gray, as you looked to the man in beskar move in front of you. Wanting so badly to be closer to him. You sighed as you looked away.

He stops, anchored in place as you passed him. “Are you okay?”

You froze a little, you’ve been silent for hours now. You looked to the ground not knowing what to say. “Yes, I'm okay, thank you.”

He doesn’t move, so you turned your head to him, “Did I do something? What’s wrong?” not understanding why he’s still unmoved.

“You, what’s wrong?” he demanded with a soft modulated voice.

You’re taken aback, not knowing how to respond, you began to panic, not wanting him to worry about you. “I’m fine I told you, can we move on, please?” You can’t exactly say that it’s him who makes you feel this way now can you?

He tilts his head on its side before looking around. “Come,” he said as he changed path.

“Where are we going?” frowning your eyebrows, but he didn’t reply.

After a while, you see a small cave inside of what seemed like a cliff. Greenery surrounding it and vines covering the outside walls.

“This will do just fine.” Stating as he walked forward to the side of it. He looked at you before he stopped, “We can camp here tonight. I see you’re not all here today; we've had a rough couple of days, let’s not push ourselves. We can continue tomorrow.” He says and you nodded in agreement.

You entered the cave to have a look inside. Nothing much going on, it’s not only empty, but also quite small, but for tonight it will do. It will give you shelter for the rain that’s coming.

You turned to go back out when you saw him coming to the entrance with some wood.

“It will start to rain soon better be prepared. I grabbed some for tomorrow as well.” Moving to put them inside the cave.

As he passed in front of you, you couldn’t help but smell him. Spices, leather and beskar. You looked up closing your eyes as you questioned the maker on how long this feeling was going to last.

The sky was getting dark when the rain started. You were waiting in the cave for him to come back. He told you he would return quickly but it had been a moment since he had left. Making you begin to worry, wondering what could take this long.

After a moment you can’t take it anymore. Tying your cape around your neck, you put your hood on. As you walked out you could barely see anything as it started to pour, limiting your visibility. You tried to call him, moving around. “Mandalorian!? Man ..Mandalorian!!?”

Still blinded by the rain, you heard a stumping sound before an arm grabbed you by your waist, just like the first time he touched you. Without hesitation, he moved you to the cavern. Covering you as much as he could with his body. The questions started as soon as you were inside.

“Are you okay? Are you hurt??” he asked nervously, looking at you from every angle.

You’re embarrassed, walking back into the wall behind you staring at the ground. “No, I- I'm fine. I just worried. You didn’t come as quick and, I-“

He stopped you in your ramble. His body tensing in contrast to his low modulated voice. “You were scared...”

You nodded, not wanting to look into his visor, which felt almost like a confrontation, but you opened your mouth, “I’m sorry, I should’ve stayed put, like you asked. I just panicked. It usually never happens. It won’t happen again “

You tried to control your breathing as he pushed a strand of hair, damp and sticking to the side of your face.

“You never need to apologize to me, cyare.” Letting his fingertips glide along the side of your neck. Realizing what he’s doing, he straightens his back, letting out a short cough before moving his hand away as he goes to sit on the floor.

You followed, grabbing a blanket from your bag and spreading it on the floor. You invited him to sit next to you. He lit up a stable flame, moving it across the cave before he came to the blanket. Sitting next to you on the ground with his back resting against the wall.

“Where are we going exactly?” you asked as you spread your cape over your bag to let it dry.

He continued to look straight in front of him as he answered you. “I saw a lake when I used my jetpack a few days ago. Thought we might find something interesting.” He moved his helmet to you when he noticed you were not making a noise. As he looked closer, he didn’t miss the way your eyes looked lost. He knew the situation was unique, but he also had been in worst situations, and so did you, he’d imagined. “Are you ok?”

You felt tired and exasperated. “Yes, I'm fine Mandalo–”

“Din, please.” Cutting you off before looking away as quickly. You stared at him with surprised eyes before he continued. “My name is Din, Din Djarin..” You stayed silent as he turned back to you. “Do- do you, have a name?” nervously asking as he didn't know how to approach you.

“I don’t.” you answer honestly. “My parents gave us nicknames until we were of age, giving the clan power to name us according to our strengths. I prefer to forget about it since I'm not going back.” Answering with your voice breaking. You moved lower, using a piece of clothing as a pillow and he does the same, lying on his back next to you.

As you moved on your side, face away from him. You could hear his breathing as the tightness in your chest came back. He moved slightly, now facing your back. You felt your hair being pushed out of its way, not wanting to tug it while sleeping.

After a moment you sensed him move around. Trying to stay calm and focused, you kept your eyes closed, feeling gloveless fingers softly caressing the side of your neck. Sending this electric sensation into your breasts as he passed them below your ear. Your breathing becoming more present, you remained still as he came to press himself closer to your body.

Moving the tips of them to your shoulder, to your back and to the side of your stomach. He goes to grab you by the waist as he moved his chest deeper into your back. Bringing his hips slightly closer as you felt his hardness on you. He went under your shirt, taking his hand higher to your breast as he caresses the underside of it. You could hear him, breathing heavily, going upwards to fully take it in his palm. You let out a pleasured sound, head moving slightly back.

He squeezed it softly before moving it down towards the inside of your pants. At this point all you could think of was him, touching you, wanting everything he was willing to give you. You wanted more from him, everything really. His fingertips came cautiously to your clit. Making you instantly melt at the sensitivity as he moved them slowly. You let out some pleasured sounds as he groaned, moving his hips and taking his time grinding on your curves.

“You’re soft, so..." Saying as he moved his digits lower between your folds.

Feeling the slick already dripping, he couldn’t stop himself from letting out a desperate humming noise. You couldn’t take it anymore as you felt his digits softly brushing and teasing around your entrance. The need was making you blind with lust as you turned around to face him. You sit to remove your shirt and he grabbed your arm, taking you closer to him as soon as you were done. Moving your legs on each side of his hips. You anchored yourself over him starting to grind on his already harden length, hearing him grunt low as he watched you move on him.

You looked desperate for him, but you didn’t care. His hardness feeling like ecstasy on your needy pussy, long and sturdy just for you.

With a hand on the side of your thigh, he took his other one to grab your breast, pressing and massaging it. Naturally, you let out a deep, opened mouth moan as the feeling intensifies. Meanwhile, his breathing was becoming short and harsh.

“You look.. oah, so beautiful cyare..” admiring you, moving his hips with yours.

He let go of your tit to grab both of your thighs. Stopping them in their movements and starts lifting his hip upwards as he rubbed his thickness on your sensitive clit over the fabric. The pleasure starting to feel unbearable, you began to whine. Making him move quicker, faster and harder against you. Watching you push out his new favorite sounds as he starts panting.

You put your hands on the wall behind his head to make you more stable, but he grabs one of them. Pulling you lower closer to him. He places a hand on your lower back pushing down as he continues to move and grind himself on you. Hearing the pleasure being louder in your voice. He pushed you down to his chest, holding you tight as he moved slower while making sure the pressure was right.

You let your head fall into his neck. Smelling him, so warm and inviting as one of his arms wrapped around your waist, locking you in. While his other hand holds the back of your head. You took a finger to move his scarf a bit, giving you access to some skin. Pressing your tongue flat on it, going from one side to the other and swirling your tongue around, sucking lightly.

He chuckled while panting harder. “A’ohh.. This can’t be real..” you heard him say deep through his modulator

You don’t have time to speak before an electric light comes inside you. Making you come on his clothed dick, whining like you already belong to him. The sweet sounds pushed into his ear made him grunt as he came over the edge as well. Slowing down his movements, he pets the back of your head while holding you in place. Both staying unmoved, catching your breath.

You swallowed before speaking. “What can’t be real?”

Trying to regulate his breathing, he took a moment before answering in a raspy voice, “You.”

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