#The lilac witch

[moon-sang]

ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪʟᴀᴄ ᴡɪᴛᴄʜ

Series Masterlist

CHAPTER 6 / CHAPTER 8

SUMMARY: You live with Din on the Razor Crest. You babysit the kid and he gives you shelter and food… It was a good deal. Little did Din or the other Mandalorian’s know what you truly were, and just how dangerous you could be.

WARNINGS: Half naked reader (not sexual!), angst, soft!Din, mature language, tattoos, pls tell me if I miss anything. ALL MANDO’A TRANSLATIONS ARE AT THE END.

~ Heavily inspired by marvel - the scarlet witch in particular.

WORD COUNT: 3.2K - I am sorry.

SONG LISTENED TO WHILST WRITING: Lovely - Billie Eilish (on repeat)

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Chapter 7: Dangerous Substance

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Darkness filled your cell.

What were you going to do? 

You were tired of starring at the same black wall. How long have you even been here for? It’s hard to tell when you’re in a haze, on the brink of starvation. You felt drained, empty....alone. 

Your fingers ghost over the sensitive skin on your wrist. You traced over the 078 tattoo imprinted on your skin. Maker you wish you could just cut that tattoo off. It didn’t just imprint your skin... it imprinted your life too...tainted it. That tattoo made you who you were, all because you were born with powers. 

You’re pulled back to reality as the hatch to your cell opens.

 “Hello 78.” Gideon addresses. “That’s not my name.” You grumble back. The imperial hums in response. “I believe it was your name when your father traded you in to us for credits.” He calmly states. “No! It was the number you gave me!” You retort. “Yes, because you are my seventy-eighth experiment.” 

A thick silent coaxes the two of you, of course you didn’t mind it, you hated him. 

“Well 78, you need to come with me.” Gideon states with a sly smile etched on his face. You wish you could say you weren’t going to go anywhere with him, but you had no control over the situation. 

The officer dragged you by the chain into what seemed like a small room. It wasn’t a cell, you could tell that much. All the walls were marble. All painted an obsidian black. 

In the middle of the room was..... a tank? It looked like a giant jar filled with water. “What’s that?” you cautiously ask. Gideon smiles. “That, my friend, is a bacta tank... except.. without the bacta.” He surprisingly replies. “What’s the point of having it then?” you quip. “You’re going in it.” he replies rather quickly. Before you can even process what he says, something.. sharp is plunged into the side of your neck, it only stung for a moment until everything went numb. Everything that happened after that was blurry, alls you remember is you blacked out for quite some time. 

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The next time you awoke you were indeed submerged in water. It was icy against your bare skin, but there was no escape, the top and bottom of the tank were sealed and the glass was unbreakable, surely custom made to deal with beings with magic. 

You were dressed in a white tank top and a pair of white shorts. it was rather revealing but better than being naked. Strapped tightly to your face was some sort of breathing mask, two long wired tubes connected to the top of the tank, gathering air from the small holes in the lid. 

Why were you in here?

Is this how you die?

Did Gideon make some sort of bargain with the Mandalorian’s?

“78.” an all to familiar voice calls. 

Your head whips around. And there he stood.

  Gideon. 

He does a quick wave to catch your attention and then formally positions it behind his back again. 

“I bet..” 

 “You’re confused.” 

“and...scared.” he calmly states.

You deadpan him, hoping he get’s that ‘you’re trying to kill him with your eyes.’

 “Well, you have a right to be afraid, none of my other 77 experiment’s survived this particular test.” he admits. 

Ok now you’re freaking out.

Test??

Your body begins to thrash in the water by itself, but you quickly became tired, and give up. 

Your eyebrows crease in anger at him. 

He has that stupid victory smile of his on too. 

What an asshole. 

“Release the orb.” he commands one of the guarding troopers. 

What?

orb?

With a small plop an orb slowly sinks down your tank. It was a gradient mix of pastel pink and blue. Thin golden stripes graced the exterior of it, creating swirly patterns. Slowly the orb opens, like an egg cracking. A fuchsia pink powder is released into the water. You scream but in the water it only creates bubbles. The last thing you see if Gideon’s smirk before the water turns completely pink, blocking you from seeing anything else. 

Surprisingly your eyes don’t sting, they feel rather comfortable. 

Your heart pounded against your rib cage as you desperately searched for a way out, but there was nothing. No escape from this nightmare. 

Eventually the hot pink powder disappeared into nothing, leaving the water crystal clear again. 

Your breathing was still unstable. 

What did he just do to you?

What was that pink powder?

Did you survive the test?

“Take her out.” someone mumbles. 

the water in your ears seem to muffle up their voices slightly. 

Your mind was dizzy, You just wanted to go home. Wanted to see Din again. Needed to hold Grogu as you fell asleep. 

Slowly the platform your waist was tied to, starts to lift. Your head came out from the surface of the water, followed by the rest of your body. You don’t remember much after that. At some point you were dropped on the floor. Your bones were weak, you could barely walk, your pretty sure two troopers dragged you back to your cell. After that you allowed yourself to fall asleep, you needed it. 

You distinctly remember dreaming about Din. Holding you protectively against that broad chest of his.

Reassuring you everything was fine.

Even though it was not. 

Unfortunately your mind wakes up from it’s daze, and the harsh reality you were currently trapped in flooded any relief you found in your dream-state. Silent tears rolled down your streaked face. What did you do to deserve such a life? You just wanted to live normally;

Live your childhood (which was so violently ripped away from you)

Be a teen

Get drunk

Fall in love

Have kids

Grow old.

And most importantly...

You wanted Din to be a part of all those things. 

You sniffle as a heavy sob wracked your body. 

Get it together. You got yourself into this..

Now you need to get yourself out of it.

You needed to escape. 

You swallow down any other sobs and blink away tears, you could worry about your mental state later. Right now you needed to get out of here, before any other weird ass experiments commenced. 

Think Y/n

Think!

You were cuffed to a brick wall with your feet dangling inches away from the ground. 

What to do?

Your brain thought and thought, until eventually....

You had an idea.... but you didn’t want to push yourself too hard, you learnt not to do that the hard way. 

You could potentially try to change the cuffs into... sand, just like you changed that crate on the Crest into a meiloorun. 

You didn’t want to do it, knowing there was the risk of bleeding out again, but it was the only option at this point... 

and so you got to work. 

First you tried to centre your mind. It was rather difficult with all the troopers marching up and down the hall outside, weapons clinking together along with their footsteps. Eventually you managed to quiet down your raging thoughts. Turning your mind..

blank. 

Then, you focused on the feeling of the hand cuffs against your supple skin. How they dug into you, and more importantly, how it would feel when they crumbled to floor, in the form of sand. You took a moment to rest on that thought. Cold sand soothing the irritated skin on your wrists... until

Your thoughts...

Became reality.

Chrome metal cuffs softened until small grains of sand rolled down your arms... and your feet... touched the ground. You were free... and the only thing left behind of your escape, was a pile of sand on the inky black tiles. You can’t help but smile at your success, you were truly turning out to be quite the escape artist. 

However....Your success was short lived.

What the hell were you going to do now?

You could take out a few troopers and potentially take one of their guns and shoot your way out?

No. That was too risky

Ooh! You could - no, too predictable

You groan in frustration and rub your tired head. That powder probably took an effect on you, for all you know you could be hallucinating, still knocked out in that tank. Maker you hoped not. 

Maybe... you could find some sort of technology to communicate with Din- no - Cara, she could get you out of here. Yeah, and you will only take out troopers if they see you, that would be smarter. 

And within moments, you finalised your plan, and you were ready to start it. 

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Cara was just in the middle of dealing with an angry citizen on Nevarro when an anonymous transmission came through. At first glance she thought it to be some scam, but when you buzzed her again, she picked up, rather angrily. 

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You were overjoyed when you saw your transmission was answered. 

A light blue light sparked to life. At first it glitched but over a few seconds the hologram managed to maintain a steady picture of the ex-shock trooper. “Who the hell is this? And I swear if you’re calling to sell me someth-.... Y/n?!” Cara shouts, shock evident in her voice. “Shh, keep it down! Cara I need help.” You whisper. The woman raises a brow. “Where are you... and where’s Mando?” She whispers back, sensing the distress in your voice. “Mando.....Mando is... busy, I’m on an imperial spacecraft, Gideon is here... please I need to get out of here!” You make sure to say your plead louder than the rest of your sentence. 

After a moment of consideration, which seemed to go on for hours, Cara finally nods. “You’ll be out of there by tonight... you have my word.” she honourably replies. You nod and thank her before cutting off the transmission and hot-wiring it so it wasn’t trackable. Now you just had to wait, and not get caught. 

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After a few hours, things started to get stressful. 

Not for you.

No.

For the empire.

Troopers were rushing everywhere

alarms went off and...

You’re pretty sure you even saw Gideon in distress and maker it was so blissful to see him in such a state, after what he had put you through. 

You couldn’t help but wonder what was happening..

Why they were so stressed. 

A few ideas had crossed your mind, but none of them prepared you for what you saw next.... or rather who. 

Din. 

Covered from head to toe in chrome coloured beskar armour. Chest heaving from the amount of imperials he must’ve killed. 

No

No

No

No!

Why did she send Din after you?! You called Cara for a fucking reason!

“Y/n..” 

His voice was just as kriffing soothing as you remembered it, dreamt of it. 

You prepare yourself to sprint, not wanting to get mixed up in the mess with the Mandalorian’s and the chaos again but Din reads your mind. 

“Y/n please! Please don’t run!” He urgently says, arm out in front of him as if there were an invisible rope in front of him that would pull you closer, if he caught it. “I’m sorry.... Cyare, I know your scared but you have to come back, please.” he practically begs. You felt unshed tears prick the edge of your eyes once more. This could not be happening. “I just cause chaos, if the Mandalorian’s see you with me... maker you could loose you creed!” you breathe out. “It’s probably best if we don’t see each other again.” You try your best to keep your voice sharp and to the point, but it falters.

  Din could see how much you needed to be comforted... how scared you were... but not of the covert.... of what you would do to him and his relationship with the covert. 

“Mesh’la please! I promise we will sort this out!” he practically yells this time, voice still laced in a comfort you will never get used to. “How do you know that?” you sob out. ‘Know that everything will turn out?!” you cry this time. Din takes a cautious step closer and calmly as ever replies with “Because they always do.”

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The moment you were on board the Crest you were relieved. 

Relieved from the tension of being caught 

But it was quickly replaced with a new tension, being with Din was.... awkward to say the very least. 

You spent most of the time in hyperspace fiddling with the small strings of the white shorts the empire gave yo- Fuck! Realisation hits you like a brick in the gut. You were still half naked! Heat quickly flushed your cheeks and your hands immediately flew to your exposed stomach. This earns a slight chuckle from Din. “You finally noticed, huh?” He comments, clearly amused. You can’t reply when he is talking again. “I put you some clothes on your bunk, you will have some privacy down there.” he admits, helmet never turning to you. “T-Thanks.” He nods in acknowledgment and you make your way into the hull of the Crest. 

As promised, neatly folded on the bed, were a pile of clothes.

It was nothing special. 

An oversized top, with some black tights to go with it.

As quickly as possible you strip down (not that there was much to strip out of) and put on the new clothes. Warmth immediately hugged you, your other clothes were wet still, this was heaven compared to them. 

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When you climbed back into the cockpit again, Din had put the Crest on autopilot and he was turned so that he faced your empty seat. Silently, you sat on the cushioned chair, his gaze never left yours. 

It was so quiet. Quiet enough you swore you heard his modulator pick up on his breathing. So you decide to break it. 

“Will you kill me?” 

Din almost chokes on nothing right then and there. Kill you? Was that what you thought he would do because his covert thinks your some crazy witch?

“What?! Kriff no!”

Again, silence. 

“Am I....Am I a ... lilac wi-”

“I don’t know anymore.” came his deep voice. 

A few tears fall free. Why are you crying? What’s to cry about? 

“I’m sorry.” the words fall from your mouth before you can even process you were saying them. 

Din helmet tilts up to you slowly. 

“For what?” 

And now you’re properly crying. 

“Running......Just messing everything up.” you sob, salty tears stinging your tongue. 

“You didn’t mess everything u-” Din is cut off. 

“Yes I did! You don’t have to sugarcoat things to make me feel better!” You practically yell this time. 

Din couldn’t take this anymore. 

Slowly the Mandalorian stalked closer to you until he was arms length. “Mesh’la. I am not sugarcoating anything from you.” He whispers, visor making direct contact with your eyes. 

His arm outstretches to to touch yours, in a comforting manner. 

When the pads of his gloved fingers make contact with your arm he’s thrown half way across the room, whilst you were blown harder into the chair. You grunt in pain along with the Mandalorian. 

“Dank Farrick!” Din curses as he get’s up to check on you. 

“Are you alright?!” you both say it at the same time, it would’ve been funny if you didn’t just throw Din into a wall, like beskar weighed nothing. 

Weirdly Din grabs your wrist and twists it in his large hand, inspecting it. 

Wait! Was that the wrist that had the tattoo?! Fuck! You hadn’t told Din anything about that. 

But, despite seeing the tattoo.... Din’s focus seemed to be...elsewhere on your wrist.

His thumb gently traces over one particular vein. “What are you doing?” you question curiosity getting the best of you. 

“What happened when you were with Gideon?” he asks, completely dismissing your question. His voice was oddly...agitated. 

Should you tell him about the pink powder? 

There was no reason why you shouldn’t tell him.

But something.... some instinct... told you not to tell him... and so you didn’t. 

“Nothing happened, they just took my top and pants off to.... make me cold as a form of... torture?” Your not sure why you lifted your voice at the end to make it a question, but you know he saw right through your lies. 

“Don’t lie to me, Y/n.” He firmly states. 

Fuck. 

“Your a terrible liar, and I know for a fact that that’s buruk powder, that sent me flying across the ship.” 

Buruk powder?

He must be talking about that hot pink powder that was dropped into the tank. 

You shiver at the memory. You were so scared and confused then. 

“How do you know it was the powder that threw you away from me?” You shyly whisper. 

“Because... there was a dark pink liquid going through the veins on your wrist after I was thrown.” 

“Buruk powder is pink.” he states. 

Oh. 

“Why didn’t you tell me you were exposed to it?” 

You sigh. 

“I didn’t know how to say it, I was confused, Still am confused, I can’t decipher my dreams from reality anymore, and my head hurts, I don’t know if it’s the powder doing it, and I just..... I don’t know anymore... I’m so lost.” 

Din would’ve cupped your cheek or something... but he didn’t want to be thrown into a wall again. So he settled with words... something he was never good at using. 

“I know how you feel.” he whispers. 

Your eyes meet with his glossy black visor. 

“I know you just feel empty, you feel so small, cyare I know, the world feels so heavy... but I just want you to know you have someone to pull you back from that empty pit, to make you feel whole... because I’ve been where you are and I know what it’s like when there’s no one by your side to help you.” he whispers soothingly.  

You can’t help but cry at his sweet statement. 

“T-Thanks Din.” you say through heavy sobs. 

Fuck you wanted to hug him so bad. 

But you couldn’t. 

Instead of making full contact he just holds your hand through the whole thing. Giving you the reassurance you craved so badly with the imperials. 

When you calmed down from your outburst you hesitantly ask Din what buruk powder actually was, and what the hell you were exposed to. 

As expected, Din was silent for a moment before replying.

“There are three buruk substances.” he starts. 

“The first one is the weakest one, it is the colour of grey, and it comes in the form of a liquid. This substance can create portals to other dimensions when it has a body.... the second substance is strong but not as strong as the third. It is the colour purple and it comes in the form of a gas. It has the power to control time and manipulate minds.... and finally, the third substance is the most powerful. It has the power to manipulate anyone’s mind, and it could rewrite reality of the entire world. It’s a very scary stone and it comes in the form of powder, a hot pink powder.” 

You shiver. 

You were exposed to the most powerful one. 

“But..” He says. 

“We have to get the powder out of you as quickly as possible, the substances are too strong for any human being to take, it will drain your life force if we don’t get it out of you soon... the only reason you were able to absorb it was because it chose you as a host body.” 

That’s why all the 77 other experime- people died, like Gideon said. 

It was all coming together now. 

“We have to bring you to my covert, they will know how to get it out of you.”

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MANDO’A TRANSLATIONS:

Buruk = Dangerous

Cyare = Sweetheart/Darling

Mesh’la = Beautiful

[valenkad]

The Witch and the runaway Princess🥀

Eat a five-leaf lilac flower and your wish will come true.

[lilacsupernova]

You cannot end violence against women if your love for women is conditional on them remaining at a particular life stage or holding particular beliefs. If you make a scapegoat of the older woman - the witch, the harridan, the hag - one of two things will happen: either you will age into being her, or the criteria for being her will broaden until they apply to you, too. You can never kill enough witches to start the whole program of being human from scratch.

– Victoria Smith (2023) Hags: The demonisation of middle-aged women, p. 294.

[ghouljams]

not to be a voracious whore but like what if Witch tried to cast smt on Price n he clocks it ofc and it was v stupid of her to try. he teases her a little and he'd be such a menace all "darling if you wanted to know you could've asked." and "Such a bad little witch, casting spells like that." "Such a stupid witch." he really activates my daddy issues

(Also price is a little surprised bc she put effort in it and it was very very sneaky and almost made it into him but his magic caught it like the last moment. he's proud of his witch <3 )

(its obvs v early on but like probs after they've been talking for a bit, like witch knows being caught wont be instant death from price)

I am a voracious whore for Witch and Price so you're in good company. I'm thinking this is maybe after Witch makes Price his command spell cigars, and she realizes that he could use them on her. So obviously she tries to put some protections in place, and that means sticking a spell to Price. Easier said than done.

Price is at the bar when he feels the gentle stroke of magic wrap around him. Delicate as a rose petal, and scented with lilac. Sweet and bitingly intoxicating, it tries to settle invitingly over his skin, eager to fly under the radar. Someone else might have missed it, but to Price it's all too familiar. Nastier people have tried worse spells on him. This one is too entreating, too cunning, not to know who it's from. You think you're so clever trying to wind your magic into his, as if he wouldn't notice.

He snaps the soft spell with his fingers, feels the lingering smoke of it --that was smart of you, to burn something, to meet his element-- roll across his palm. It drips like dew onto the lacquered table, inert. You should know better.

Price pushes back from the table, his chair scraping the ground loud enough to silence the conversation in the bar. His boys look at him with confusion and concern. The dew on the table fizzes and steams, boiling itself off.

"Just a little business to take care of," He tells the table before walking out.

You count through the contents of your bag, making mental notes on what you still have to restock. Mustard seeds, poke berries, snake ribs, raccoon baculum, a few shed skins, cat whiskers, you always feel a little bad about the animal curios. You try not to use them too often, but some spells call for it. You stop dead, look up at the empty street in front of you. You close your eyes to steel yourself against the presence you can feel behind you, try to keep a pleasant smile when you open your eyes and turn to face him.

"Price, what a pleasant surprise," You smile up at him, he doesn't look pleased to see you.

"Is it?" He asks, his voice painfully even. He takes a step forward as you take one back.

"Always," You respond easily.

"Interesting," He tips his head, looks down his nose at you with hard eyes, "do you know what I find surprising?"

You feel the spikes of his magic, the thorns that ripped your spell to shreds. Lying isn't an option, he's not asking because he doesn't know. He's asking so you'll admit your guilt and face the music. You don't think he'd kill you, but fae are unpredictable. Your best bet is distance, get some space and keep it before you try any more magic on him. You dart from him and Price's arm snags you around your middle, stopping you dead as he pulls you back. You drop your bag as you grab his arm.

"Oh sweetheart, you have been naughty, haven't you?" Your stomach drops at the suchor in his voice, the gravel that rumbles so promisingly.

"It wouldn't have hurt you," You try a different approach. His hands are so distractingly present against you, his touch spreading warmth through you even over your clothes. You're not used to being touched like this. You're painfully aware of the dull throb between your legs as his body slots behind yours.

"If you want something darling, you have to ask for it," He purrs, his voice low against your ear, "No spells, no tricks, just your pretty pleas." You swallow, resist the urge to lean back into him. He's so solid against your back, broad chest and thick arms keeping you held tight. Had you even thought about escape since he'd caught you?

You don't think he's working any sort of magic over you. It can't just be him keeping your thoughts vacant. It feels like your brain's poured out through your ears, you can't think of how to respond to that. How do you respond to that?

Price's hand catches your jaw, fingers digging ever so slightly into your cheeks, and jerks your head up from where you'd been staring at the cobblestone. "Say something pet, tell me why you needed to work your little magic on me," He all but commands.

"I gave you a powerful spell and needed a safe guard against it," You remember quickly. You won't apologize for taking precautions. Surely he understands that. You don't regret it, only getting caught. You'll be more careful next time you need to work any magic on this man.

"All this over a few cigars?" Price hums, drags his lips against the shell of your ear. You shiver and try to move your head away from the feeling. His grip on your face keeps you where he wants you. He chuckles against you, the sound dripping molten down your spine to settle between your legs. "I don't need to use magic on you, little witch, I have you exactly where I want you just like this."

You squirm, feel his arm tighten around you as you threaten escape. Your attempt feels pathetic even to you. You may be on par with Price in terms of magic, but in raw physical ability he has you beat. Isn't that intoxicating? Some small shivery part of you asks. That he can hold you like this, keep you in place with just his strength? He'd let you go so easily before, he didn't have the same compunction now.

"You don't cast spells on me," He tells you, speaks it into existence, a law between the both of you, "Got it?"

"Yes, fine, got it," You press, push your hands against his hold firmly. He lets you go and you stumble to keep on your feet as you scramble away from him, not for the first time.

"Good girl," His praise is buried under condescension as you pick up your dropped goods. You don't expect him to be there when you look up, and he isn't. At least the street seems to be coming back to life, unstuck from wherever he'd pulled it. He's gotten touchy recently. You wonder what that's about.

[mamamoon92]

🖤🔮✨

[sugaryewscythe]

blessed beltane sweet faeries!🌱 ♡ ༄ ✧ ･ﾟ

[phantasmagorical-ambedo]

[lunavenefica]

⛤Kitchen Witchcraft-Lavender⛤

Lavender is one of the most popular ingredients in the craft, whose scent eliminates tension, strengthens intuition, improves dreams and protects against evil spirits. 

This plant is ruled by the planet Mercury, the element of air and the sign of Gemini.

Among the Romans, lavender was added to bath water and served as a symbol of abundance on the table.

Due to its magical properties, lavender has been used in many rituals and spells since ancient times. 

This plant has a great influence in cleaning the negative energy of space from evil forces.

The essential oils of this magical plant are widely used to strengthen the nervous system and in periods when human energy is weak. 

Lavender oil is used to clean spaces, especially if there are frequent conflicts and arguments.

It is believed that all evil escapes from the smell of this plant. 

Lavender oil should be added to the bath if the person has a sudden drop in energy or weakness. Lavender is most often used fresh.

Lavender magic

⛤Cleansing Spell:

Take an odd number of lavender sprigs and pour hot water on them. 

When it cools down, use the water to  wash your face and say 

“This curse I’ve banished from my face

 and sent back.”

⛤To fulfill a wish:

Take twelve dry sprigs of lavender, grind them and keep the powder in a closed box. 

Then take a candle and sprinkle some dry lavender on it.

It is believed that the wish will be fulfilled.

⛤Other facts:

It is believed that if a girl wants to attract love into her life, she should wear a small twig in her suit.

 This plant is considered a magnet for attracting the opposite sex and improving the financial situation.

 Lavender should be kept in the corner of the closet because it will protect against all evil influences and negative forces.

This plant is widely used in the field of homeopathy. It is believed that it has the strongest magical powers if it is collected during the full moon.

It is used to treat bruises, relieve anxiety and relieve stress. 

In folk medicine, it is used against stomach pain and problems with the intestines, as well as treating the kidneys.

Witchfully Yours,

⛤Isidora⛤

[mauveink]

Raven Queen from Ever After High

💜/🐦‍⬛/💜

🐦‍⬛/🏞/🐦‍⬛

💜/🐦‍⬛/💜

[witchthewriter]

@sirendusk.

[forest-pixi]

Lilac❀*ੈ‧₊˚

[moon-sang]

ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪʟᴀᴄ ᴡɪᴛᴄʜ

Series Masterlist

CHAPTER 9 / CHAPTER 11

SUMMARY: You live with Din on the Razor Crest. You babysit the kid and he gives you shelter and food… It was a good deal. Little did Din or the other Mandalorian’s know what you truly were, and just how dangerous you could be.

WARNINGS: Mature language, fear, general violence, pls tell me if I miss anything.

~ heavily inspired by marvel. 

A/N: This chapter kinda goes against the plot of the series as I skipped a few episodes and removed a person or two from this but it still follows the plot of an episode - I can do that tho, this in Fanfiction 😉

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Chapter 10: The Betrayal

“The crest needs repairs” you confirm after your quick sweep. “It doesn’t look like she’s gonna last much longer in this condition, what’s the closest planet?” You ask, hand resting on Din’s arm rest. “Mon Cala…is the closest.” He replies, manoeuvring the Crest through space “Mon Cala? We should look somewhere else, at least a local moon, they’ll rip you off and give you a shit repair.” You admit, recalling your past experiences there.  “Yes…but a reliable recourse has told me that others of my kind were spotted on that planet, they may know who to give the kid to… so I need to go there anywa-“ Din cuts himself off when everything in the ship shuts off. Levers got stuck where they were, and the familiar flashing of multiple buttons became nonexistent. The Crest went completely dark with the lights busted. You decide it was probably best to make your way to your seat and buckle up, to be safe. Din slams his palms on every button he can get to, but to no avail. “I told you she wouldn’t last much longer.” You mumble, voice echoing through the deadly silent ship. Din sighs, not giving up on trying to get everything back online. Then the Crest drops. And I mean it drops. It takes your stomach along with it as it falls through the clouds. “Hold on!” Din yells through the harsh thrash of the wind slamming into the windows of the Crest. Your hands grip the armrest of your seat impossibly tighter and it creaks under the pressure of your fingers. As you neared the landing platform of Mon Cala, everything conveniently came back online and transmissions came through, one over the other. “Razor Crest, slow down, you are going too fast.” A robotic lady repeats multiple times. “I’m trying!” Din yells, pulling as hard as he can on the levers. You decide to help and hold one lever in pace, whilst Din focused pulling the other, backwards to slow the Crest down. It seemed like forever, until Din got it, and the lever was freed of being stuck in place. The crest instantly slows down and you stumble forward at the impact. “Here we go, nice and easy.” Din reassures, as he landed on the platform, gently. You let out a sigh of relief, in tune with Din, when the legs of the Crest made a stable contact with the ground. That was until the ship fell into the ocean of water next to the landing platform. For a few moments all you could see was a thick blue and foam bubbles forming, until shortly after, when the Mon calamari pulled the ship out. The Crest was absolutely covered in seaweed. It was draped all over the windows, and wrapped around the whole ship. You wouldn’t be surprised if the kelp made its way into the engine.

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“Can you fix it?” Were Din’s first words to the docking man. “Fix it?” The calamari scoffs. “Naah, but I can make it fly.” He prompts. “Do what you can.” Din dryly says, chucking him a generous pouch of creds. “I’ll fuel it up!” He shouts as you and Din begin to walk away, the child hovering closely behind. “If it still holds fuel.” You distinctly hear him snark.

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The three of you make your way to what you can only assume as the town square. Din strolled about, taking in his surroundings. It left you alone with your thoughts. You were hungry. Really hungry. It had been a while since you last ate, and after what happened in the covert, you were rather drained. You were good at hiding it though, the kid on the other hand, was a gurgling and squirming mess in his cot. “I know you’re hungry.” You whisper to him, hand intertwining with his tiny claws. “We’ll get you something to eat.” Din promises, suddenly behind you. You offer him a faint smile before returning your attention to Grogu. The child’s tiny arm outstretched and a small finger pointed in one direction. Your eyes followed his finger, along with Din’s visor, till, what he was pointing at, came into sight. “A restaurant!” You cheerfully exclaim. “let’s go.” The Mandalorian huffs, before leading the way to the food court.

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“Have a seat over there.” A red calamari states, carelessly pointing a finger to a table in the corner. You and Din follow his directions and take a seat. The Mandalorian lifts Grogu onto a chair before settling down himself. “What can I get ya?”

“Nothing for me, two bowls of chowder for my friends.” Din blankly states, gesturing to the two of you. “These seats are scarce, buddy, everyone seated needs to eat.” The Calamari insists. “I can buy something else.” Din offers. He goes silent for a moment as his fingers dip into his pocket and fish for what you assumed was credits. “Information.” He continues, sliding a thick pile of creds on the table.

“Have you seen others that look like me?” Mando gets straight to the point. The Mon calamari sighs, reaching for a tube above you. “Others, with beskar have been through here.” He whispers, whilst filling both of your bowls with a thick white liquid. “Who can take me to them?” The Mandalorian asks as the calamari goes to fill your bowl. “I know someone who might help.”

Quickly the red calamari scurried over to another table, and began to converse with a Quarren. The babbles and gurgles of protest from the kid, made you break eye contact with the octopus like creature. Wrapped securely around his little green face was an octopus. Before you could do anything, Din pokes it with his viroblade, causing it to splosh back into the bowl. “Don’t play with your food.” He says.

Soon after the Quarren took a seat at your table. He was uncomfortably close to you, and he smelt horrible. “You seek others of your kind? He whispers in a throaty voice. “Have you seen them?” Din asks. “Aye.”

“I can bring you to them.” He continues.

“Where?”

“Only a few hours sail.” He grumbles.

“It’ll cost ya though.”

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The sight of the ocean calmed you. It was so peaceful, yet it could be the most dangerous thing as well. Din on the other hand, was even more weary than he usually was. It was probably because he didn’t exactly have a love for Mon Cala or any species on it.

“You ever see a mamacore eat?” A Quarren asks. Din doesn’t respond so out of respect you shake your head. “Quite a sight.” He exclaims. “Your friends might take an interest.” He says, turning his attention to the Mandalorian. “You should take a look.”

Din is about to say no, but when he looks into your hopeful eyes, how could he? They had a sparkle in them that just pushed him into saying ok. The kid had the same effect in his own way too, it worried Din sometimes.

The Quarren smirks at himself when Din nods, knowing the rest would be easy. “Come over here.” The Quarren yells over the thrash of water.

He presses a few buttons with his slimy fingers and the floor in front of you slowly creaks open, revealing the indigo ocean beneath you. “Get a good view, let the kid see.” He exclaims. Guiding the three of you closer. “Alright, close enough.” Din cautiously tells you. You halt in your tracks and offer him a small smile, before turning your full attention to the small space of water. “There we go.” The Quarren strangely affirms himself.

After pulling a lever a load of fish dropped into the small waterway with small splashes. Within a matter of seconds the water began to bubble and foam, drawing a small ‘woah’ from you. Grogu was quite interested himself, leaning forward in his pram. “She must be hungry.” He squabbles.

“Oftentimes we feed her in the morning, but we missed that cause we were goin’ out of port!” The Quarren yells, before smashing the back of Grogu’s floating pram. It went flying into the water, and the huge mouth of the mamacore swallowed the pram whole. “No!” You shout, but before you could dive in after him, slimy arms wrapped under yours and you found yourself being dragged away from the small waterway. You thrashed in the Quarren’ hold, but to no avail. “Let me go!” You shout, just as Din dived in the water. “Lock it up!” The Quarren holding you shouts to his teammate. Three other Quarrens begin to spin a wheel, and over that small opening, a cage slowly connected. “The beskar is ours!” The leader Quarren cheers. His grip on you was unbearably tight and just shy of bruising. After a few minutes Din comes up for some air, but quickly realises he’s locked in the water. He coughs and splutters in the small amount of room of air he has, whilst all the others laughed at him. “Drown him!” One of them yells. Everyone gathered around the opening and whacked his fingers with what you assumed was a rod. “Stop it! Din!” You scream, still thrashing in the Quarrens hold. After one particularly strong hit, the Mandalorian dunks completely under water. “We’re rich brothers!” Exclaims the leader. Your breathing becomes ragged with anger and your fists tighten, impossibly tighter than they were before. Your shoulders bounced up and down with every strong breath until you shot them back and a lilac energy exploded out of you, sending the captain flying, landing somewhere in the long stretch of ocean. Your eyes slide close as other Quarren’s began to circle you. They were talking but it was muffled by your own rage. It was like a white light searing through your head, fuelling your anger. Your legs closed together and your feet lifted off of the ground. Your arms were outstretched by your sides and in between them a lavender coloured blade of energy formed. The Quarren’s watched in fear and amazement, but when your feet touched the ground they knew they were screwed.

One by one you took down each and every Quarren on the ship. You had no idea where this skill was coming from, you were never a fighter, yet you felt so in tune with what you were doing, it almost scared you. By the end of it, the ship was a blood bath- and you’re pretty sure at some point a few Mandalorian’s joined in on the fighting. You pay that no attention to the Mandalorian’s as you rush to open up the small hatch on the floor. “Din!” You shout, peering into the water, desperately. You call his name again, and it took a few seconds for him to appear, gasping for air before you. “Din.” You sigh in relief, extending your hand out, for him to take it. He was drenched in water, which made the gloves he wore slightly slippery, however, you still managed to help him up, out of the water. “T-The child.” Din splutters out as you help him over to a make-do seat. “On it!” One of the Mandalorian’s shout, before diving into the water.

In a matter of minutes the air fills with high pitched screeches and blaster shots, followed by the Mandalorian bursts out of the water with her jet-pack, holding Grogu’s small orb-shaped pram. Urgently, she places it down in front of you and Din. You felt a wave of nausea fall over you at the sight of it. Seaweed was draping off of it and a large dent was engraved in the side of it. You begged the maker, Grogu was safe. The Mandalorian, you learnt to be Koska, wasted no time in tearing open a rusty piece of metal, revealing one, safe, and healthy green bean. You let out a shaky breath of relief as he stared at you innocently. She hands Grogu into the safe, wet arms of Din and he seemed to ease a little, as his shoulders slightly fell. “Thank you.” Din thanks, through a raspy voice. “I have been searching for more of our kind.” Din admits. “Well, luckily, we found you first.”

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