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Easy Like A Sunrise Caf Mando X Reader

A/N: 

When joining the #mandoachallenge I was given the prompt “Morning” So I was struggling a little with the concept for which direction I wanted to go. Should I do a morning after a night of passion? or the morning light of hope after a night of thinking they reader and mando would never see another day. Then, it came to me. 

So a little while ago I not only visited Disneyland and got to spend a week in the park and spent most of my time in galaxies edge. I fell in love with the world and ended up making a character for the park’s story. 

On top of that, I bought the cook book so I could make food from the park. Theres a recipe for a coffee drink called a sunrise caf. I drink it a little too much if I’m honest. 

Anywho, enjoy the fluff! 

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Nothing compares to a morning on the razor crest. If anyone said otherwise they had never spent a night or month, even years around Dyn. At this point in the game, it had been two years since Dyn had taken on two lives to travel with him, the child, and the girl from Batuu. Metallic noises and cracking and creaking of the razor crest traversing hyperspace made Y/N feel right at home, which was odd all things considered since she hadn’t traveled anywhere besides a few places on Batuu. Stowing away on the stranger’s ship was the best choice she’d ever made. Opening her eyes from the pile of blankets in the corner of the hull, the girl from Batuu pulled the covers over herself again, feeling the cold creeping in from the metal interior all around. Closing her eyes again she let her mind wander to her new… 

would she even call him a friend? She really had become his onboard mechanic. The sound of the ship’s doors opening from the cabin above made her jump ever so slightly while she nuzzled into the little nest of blankets and pillow she had been given. There was a thud and vibrations of a body landing on the deck of the hull, waking her up fully this time. Polished beskar gleamed in the low light before the Mandalorian raised the lights to illuminate the room. He didn’t say anything while he watched Y/N stretch and sigh while she stumbled up from her sleep, fully dressed in her half jumpsuit and long sleeve grey heather shirt. Her goggles sat on the floor next to her pile of blankets and she stretched again as she bent down to pick up her belongings. There was a comfortable silence between the both of them. The only sound was the occasional bunk and rattle of the ship in hyperdrive. The Mandalorian sat down on an ammunition crate and hoisted his disintegrator which Y/N had nicknamed Dusty. “How’s the kid?”  He asked out of the silence as Y/N put the blankets in a corner neatly folded while she slipped on her gloves after and reached for her tool tin. “He’s still asleep. The last skirmish on Nal hutta wore him out.” She opened the tin and found that one of her tools was missing. Looking around she saw that the Mandalorian held it in his grasp. She sighed and gave a slight smirk. “Looks like maintenance is curbed for me until you’re done.” In a small and concentrated response, Mando replied. “Looks like it.” He took the wrench looking tool and loosened a part on dusty. Y/N looked to the kitchen area of the razor crest. It was always empty, but since she had permanently moved onto the ship as a member of its crew, there were a lot of times when Mando was handing in bounties that she would be found in the market with the child, buying caf. Caf was a dark and bitter drink naturally. Expensive too now. The drink kept her going on batuu, where it had been affordable to drink readily. Standing and turning on the microbrewer for the drink she glanced at Mando still cleaning his weapon. “You want some?” she asked as she prepared the bean dust that it had been ground into a moment ago by her hand. She poured water into the machine. He could smell the strong aroma from where he was sitting. Through his helmet and it permeated the area around the hull. “Sure.” The response was short and sweet, though quiet as ever. The man of a few words. 

Next Y/N reached for spices which Dyn had for… Who knows why a bounty hunter has spices on his ship. She took siilin, and rodian yellow meg, with whatever sweetener she had on had and put it into two cups filled to the brim with the dark brown liquid. To finish it, she added tuantaun milk, so rich and creamy it turned the drink white. After mixing the drinks she paced slowly over to Mando, careful not to spill it. “Here.” She said gaining his attention as he rose his visor to meet her sight. “Thank you.” He said taking it from her. “Don’t mention it.” She smiled and then turned, she knew by now the ritual of the Mandalorian. When he ate, she had to turn around so he could remove his helmet. She sat down with her back to him as she heard the helmet being placed it next to him as he took his first sip of the steaming beverage. “It’s good.” He complimented. She took a long gulp of her own and a bigger smile made itself present on her lips. “Welcome to a morning on the spire.” Mando hummed. “What’s it called?” Y/N wanted to turn so badly but refused to betray the trust she’d built with Dyn. “A sunrise caf.” She closed her eyes and dreamed of being on the roof of her house, looking out on the town before she started the day. Heavy and muted boots broke her from the memory as the Mandalorian sat next to her, no helmet, and a smile that was the most beautiful she’d ever seen.

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Opposites [ Mandalorian x Reader ] 04

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Chapter 7 coming out in one hour

Every Which Way: Chapter One

The Way Off Aniri

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Aniri is a planet where a monarchy reigns supreme. 

The Anirian King has submitted a request to the guild, which suggested that he wants a man dead for making threats against the court; Karga just had suggested his best fighter take the job, just as non-explicitly as the king had been. 

And Din has never been one to reject a job; especially if the pay seemed unreal.

To eliminate one man, the court was offering half a million credits and ten pounds of ruthenium. 

Happy and boasting, Karga contacted the Anirian council and relayed that his best hunter would be taking the case. 

The Mandalorian was given a tracking fob as well as a quick run down of Aniri. 

In Karga’s own words, Aniri is not nearly as fluffy and dreamy as the public galaxy might think. These perceptions were coined by Anirian councils to distract suspectors from their supposed sympathies to the Empire as well as their cruel, unjust government. Karga had heard rumors that the current princess, Emelea, had been going on a rampage simply because her parents would not stop her. 

With great consideration, Din reviewd these rumors. While he set a course to Aniri he told himself that he’d never actually been to the planet. Karga was not the only person to have said such things about the planet, but there were several offending accounts claiming Aniri is a wonderful place to live. People live their lives, no matter how a planet fairs. As far as Din knows, the planet was globally unified a century ago.While he’d never actually been to Aniri, he knew better than to listen to silly rumors, especially when every person has a different account. 

Arrival to Aniri did not give Din any trouble. The atmosphere enterance gave the Crest zero problems. 

Din touched down in a grassy plain about half a mile from the main palace, which was surrounded by large steel gates. On the landing plot were a large number of court members and palace guardians. 

With a short greeting, Din followed the guardians into the palace, where the royal family waited to greet him. 

The King is Josiahn Weslyn. He is shorter than Din, and pasty white, with thinning hair washed pure of color. His wife, also his first cousin, is Melvanne Weslyn, a taller woman, but with the same thin hair colored a muddy brown. Both she and her husband have no eyelashes and beady eyes. 

Their children are equally unattractive. 

The triplets are Melv, Riz, and Emelea. Melv and Riz are boys, tall as their mother but with darker eyes that are wreathed with heavy grey bags. Their heads share the same waves of suffocated amber that rolls down their necks. The strangest of the bunch is without a doubt Emelea; she is the tallest of her family. Her sunken black eyes stare deeply into Din’s helmet. It seemed certain to Din that she could see past his helmet. 

His bones felt exposed to the princess, who did not blink as she stared. The wind tousled her dirty blonde hair before she finally sank into a deep curtsy, in sync with her two brothers.

Din greeted them with a cool nod of his head. “I am here to complete your task,” he said. The modulator of his helmet maximized his aversion to the strange bowing of the children. 

Josiahn paid Din’s near invisible discomfort no mind as he gestured for his guardians to part and allow Din to come forward. 

“Our Mandalorian savior,” Josiahn proclaimed, clapping his hands together.

“Our Mandalorian savior,” his family echoed.

“Please come with us.” 

One by one the court members turn on their heels to return inside the palace. Their hems swished an inch above their heels, waving around a golden emblem wrapped around the ankles of their customary pants. As for the palace, it is quiet and cold. Din’s boots scuff against the concrete floors. The walls are devoid of decor. Every window has a set of large shutters to keep the sun out. 

The only light comes from torches lit along the grey walls. 

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