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cannedsoupsucks · 3 years ago

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So beautiful, loving, and idyllic... then BAM! There's a presence in the force that can't be denied and must be addressed! Exciting!

Drifter (series) ch.xiii. disturbance

Din Djarin x F!Reader x Obi Wan Kenobi

a story of romance & trust

18+ only, rating: mature / explicit, love, declarations of love, love confessions, friends to lovers, strangers to lovers, intimacy, fluid sexuality, internal conflicts, complicated relationships, star wars au, alternate timeline, canon divergence, din djarin, obi wan kenobi, language, mature adult content ��

series masterlist | 4k (take your time)

additional warnings – m/m, language, the force, dom/sub undertones, praise kink, soft smut, anal sex (m receiving), fluid sexuality, poly relationship, exploring things, going with the flow, mature adult content ✨️

“I am here now, cyare, there is no need left to hide.”

It took a while for you to slip away, however tiredly, from the strength of their arms; feeling as the draping of your sheets had fallen away from your bare silhouette.

Catching onto the gliding feel of warmth laying itself so heavily around the room, you kiss each of them once, careful so as not to stir the ones you love awake.

Obi Wan, smiling in his sleep when he senses you nearest to him, chest rising with a treasured and unfamiliar content; and Din, muffling soft praises to himself beneath the embrace of all your covers, held inside a most affectionate grip...

"Mesh’la..."

Your lips hover past the smooth ridges of his ear, circling round with a quiet whisper, pressing loving traces of a kiss to his skin.

"Sleep, baby…try."

And he groans – pleased, satisfied, something deepened when he shifts; the palm of his hand fully encasing your neck where he's been cradling it, pulling you further down to kiss him.

"Mm."

His eyes are beautifully wound shut as the darkened scratching of his upper lip reaches there for yours, savoring in your tender, morning closeness; a dragging feel as he slides his kiss lazily against your mouth, parting your lips open there just for you to sigh into him.

"I love you, ner kar'ta. Rest, I'll be back soon."

Resigned, he buries his head back into his pillow, a mess of waves clinging to the endearing creases lining his forehead with a tender dew.

You love to see him like this, in the blurs of filtered daylight, steady and peaceful; clutching closest to its softness, where the scent of you still lingers – breathing you in with his slotted over limbs sprawled out across the slip of modest covers…

Enveloped in some kind of waking dream, so lost inside only heartfelt traces of time, amidst the dawn of calming slumber.

"Obi Wan…"

"Mm, darling…don't go."

He mumbles, sweetly, feeling as your fingertips gently card throughout his honeyed strands of hair; smoothing them back, patiently, tending to them all.

So you leave a trail of whispers behind just the same for your drifter – you mean everything to me, going to check on the little one… when the palms of his hands anchor themselves to Din's chest, winding their arms tightly there around as they lay in bliss together.

…

"Well, someone had a good night, hm?"

With an all knowing look hinted by the deepened feel of her eyes, Omera invites you into her warm embrace, smiling where you've just sat down to meet her.

"Din returned late last night…"

"Oh?"

"Thought I was dreaming."

Everyone is gathered around a table beneath the shade having breakfast together, the kindest form of welcome that speaks to their most humble village; a loving Winta, laughing all the while as she helps to feed one silly baby held closely there beside her.

"Paz mentioned a little something…"

You join them easily, noticeably glowing where your sundress catches lightly onto the wind, lending a kiss to your foundling's fuzzy head, before picking up to hold him in the comfort of your arms.

"You knew?"

"Mhmm. Din left him a little message right before he took off, something along the lines of 'You owe me, Vod."

"Figures."

"Hardest secret I couldn't tell."

Smiling softly to yourself, you can not help but feel a sense of family here with them, something fitting that flows as endlessly as the breeze amidst all the waves of brightened sun...

And then, as if at just the right moment, your precious little one coos so sweetly; a heart and belly warm with love, looking up at you with expressive eyes, and a tiny finger, holding closely onto yours.

…

With eyes still closed to tiredness, the strengthened feel of Din's arm drapes itself over, seeking out the softened planes of Obi Wan’s sleeping form as he relaxes into his wandering touch.

He hums between those moments of reaching; smiling softly when their foreheads touch, awakened by a heated skin that presses with their chests and palms.

Their hands skate so soundly where eyes open to the aimlessness of being; in the sunlight that glistens something warm between them, and all they choose to breathe inside the space of that blur of fluidity.

A sort of care that consumes them purely in sleep, as much as it does when waking.

So they move together, then, following the fading light as it pans softly through the thatches in the door; a sigh of yes kept secret when captured and held against the insistence of their lips – featherlight scratches encircled there in shades deepened and all that speaks of gold; wrists and the strengthened feel of parted open thighs, having already been brought up and over where one lays watching, and the other only smiles.

“Easy there, ner kar’ta…back is still a little…sore.”

And he says this as though the slightest bit embarrassed, so easily as loving because he just wants to have this more than anything; rare for Din ever to admit he's hurting, like he hasn't just slayed a fucking desert dragon someplace worthy.

“Then I suppose I’ll just have to take my time.”

Obi Wan whispers this, so calm and true of himself and how they fit together in their own simple ways; words left instead for all the stillness that comes after – where for now gestures and a single look is all that’s needed in their fill of breathlessness...

“Mm. Patience.”

Slowly, Din caresses Obi Wan at his sides, bringing the large expanse of his palms in trails of memory and tender need all over his skin, eyeing the way he rests wrapped around in modest sheets slipping away there from above him.

He savors the plush feel of all his amber, handsomely tracing his chest and middle where hints of an endearing silver lay claim to him by way of endless time; sliding then toward the tightened planes of muscle begging for his fingertips beneath his touch…

Giving him affectionate space to roam against his back where all along it had been meant for them.

There are reminders there of where in his past he might have been – a kind and modest guardian and protector, living amongst sterling spires in places far off, enlivening a starlit night sky. Perhaps a lonely legend of a man only told by a vast and unforgiving wind; a strong tension pleading for his mind to be unwound from all of it; to let go in fits of breath and an unwavering relief, no longer victim to such infinite sadness…

“I am here now, cyare, there is no need left to hide.”

Nodding slowly, Din finds himself lost in thought and startling reflection; seeing himself in all the ways where Obi Wan stays held inside in his arms.

Neither of them seem to move where only heartfelt silence consumes them, finding themselves hardened at the flush meeting of their hips, bonded by something untouched that now instead completes them – a broken wandering mended by their effortless coming together.

So gently, and tentative, he strokes him in his palm, brushing along the velvet feel of his tip that leaves behind that familiar essence to him; he can not look away then when against the pillow he nods. In comfort and pleasure; a release of all tension where both he and his heart lay themselves forever wound.

"Keep doing that."

The smooth feel of his palm encases him slowly, warm in how he takes such expert care. Bringing the pad of his thumb to his lips beneath a sharp smile to savor it, tasting what he's left behind there on his tongue.

"Mm. Plead for me."

And he grasps him then, at his sides, lifting him just enough where they shift; Din, tapping at Obi Wan’s pebbled skin between two fingers on the tense muscle of his thighs.

"Din, Please…"

With Din's cock heavy there between them, Obi Wan almost defiantly licks the tips of all his fingers, reaching for him in his hands, before languidly sinking himself down.

The heated groan drawn from his Mandalorian's parted open mouth, then, lends something sinful to his kind drifter's headspace, letting him know just how good it feels to be with him so near in this way, in such satisfying waves of sound.

An adoration so strong, rising from the quickened beating of their chests, that only another could also truly make sense of.

"Fuck..."

Neither of them speak; there is only softened panting held inside the intimate space of morning, waking them toward an inevitable afternoon where you will soon join them once again. Shading them with relief at the strengthened rolling of hips, married with Din's patient thrusts; a single caress lent to his face perfectly in time with all of them, dampened with dew across his cheek in how their palms now cover themselves.

In gestured touch like this, only words felt in that tender fill of quiet endlessly meander by way of fading eyes; ruling how they now move against breath and silence, with the winding embrace of Din's arms where he leans up to come back around.

“You overwhelm me, Obi Wan… if Mesh’la were here with us…”

“She would not shame you for it. Nor I, for how I fall away here with you as well.”

He's eager to have him closely, driving himself forward when he sits up, anchoring the glide of his hands to all the planes of Obi Wan’s back with all of his sincerely spoken words…

So he tries his hardest despite the affectionate strain to steady himself, chests pressed together as so impassioned by new ways of purely feeling as they move, with Din kissing him so selfishly hard, eyes wound tightly shut to a brow that furrows, and a pleasurable scratching leaving behind its mark to him in honey tufts of gold.

“When she joins us…whisper like that in her ear, as you do in mine, drifter.”

Playfully, Obi Wan grazes over the skin of Din’s shoulder, muffling a deepened moan just below the sensitive shell of his ear, before latching onto the lobe.

“I take it then, you enjoy it?”

Obi Wan’s more heartfelt need commands over him in that coy sort of back and forth, a heady chase that catches easily onto all his senses, and all he's thinking before one's mind becomes entirely bereft of aimless thought…

“Mm.”

The flow of thrumming visions where your hands exist to feel and nurture them cloud his sight so blissfully; your first meeting, then his – a memory of a desert vast with shaken torment, taken over then by a more breathtaking Spring, kissed by loving hints of green… Overwhelming them through the invitation of the force, and the swift and deft encircling of their tongues, darting over plush between the tired slanting of their lips and hands...

"Still with me, ner kar'ta?"

He nods against Din's palm, grazing over his neck and how it arches back into it for him; a salacious cradling that grasps with envy for more and more as it tightens there so beautifully.

Fucking into him through a path laid out for him in the sterling blue of his eyes, so heavy with bliss and affection; enticing him further with a slick brush over the aching feel of his cock as it drags against the taut shuddering of his middle.

And it goes on like this until their indelicate gravitation pushes them to unravel; Obi Wan, spilling his warmth of unburdened love onto the smooth feel of Din’s safe haven of skin, glistening with heat at the shared meeting of their tethered edge…

His Mandalorian and yours, relishing in every passage of time he finds himself in, teasing and coaxing him with deepened, sweet praises of that’s it, fuck, come for me – oh, how you’re doing so well.

…

Beside him now in shades of meaningful rest, where humble covers chase over the grazing of their limbs, Obi Wan lays inside him gently from behind; taking his time to savor in this surrender to stillness, slowing his thrusts where a kiss trails itself over the tranquil feel of his shoulder.

The strength of his embrace captures him against the breathy quiet, as the flat of his palm presses into a slide along the broad span of his chest; lingering upwards just to trace a memory into his mind of him, closing his eyes in hovered waiting, hoping never once to forget him.

“Is this alright, Din?”

And he swears, every time, his whisper is there to shield him from harm, just as humbly as it envelops him – the same way he always hopes for his own love to come across. However wordlessly, he hopes that both of you had truly known of it.

“Mm, stay with me, like this…”

Stealing away a kiss to his back in those moments comes easily, as it does so familiar, gliding his hands down lower to wrap around the tightened feel of his cock, and finding a bead of his essence that drips, gleaming for him…

A blinding veil of words muffled and entangled, soon to tenderly crash over them with the drifting feel of tired hands; enlivening him only in blurs of sated want where so hopelessly they come undone.

…

With a loving baby in your arms, you had grown so fond of holding him closest to your heart, looking towards a sky full of clouds where your steps had pondered the edge of the sun.

They took kindly to daylight’s warmth and distant shadow on the trail, passing through the trees and wildflowers as they cascaded in wayward stems and vibrant color.

Kneeling down, you begin to show the little one each of their delicate petals, brushing them playfully into tickling his nose when he smiles.

"Pretty, aren't they?"

And he laughs, nodding, showing you his little bottom teeth; pointing at a family of birds that fly past, to which you enjoy telling him that all of them are song sparrows.

"That's right, they do sing, when the sun goes down and no one else is watching. Though, from far away, we most certainly can hear them."

With wide eyes, the foundling listens, babbling about something where a path of sand before you appears to lay heavily with mud.

"And that, I'm afraid, is dirt! So we'll just have to make our way around."

He doesn't seem to like it, shaking his head while reaching a tiny hand out in front of him; closing his eyes to what you too can sense as the force, parting some of the dense puddle all so you can pass through the mess unbothered.

"Thank you, little one, but you didn't have to…"

But, before you are able to say anything else, a violet echo all at once filters into your thoughts – completely overwhelming them.

The fanning over of towering tree limbs and all the ridges of bark, morphing into stray visions of something else.

"What is this…where am I…"

The dark shadow of an ominous being you haven't heard before, appears to have been orchestrating the dismantling of your tranquil scene, clouding your judgment in a blur of blackened visions, that all at once startle you from your walk.

you would be wise to surrender…

leave us be…

You didn't know it then, but where your eyes had closed, hands trembling and shaken, the baby had sensed this apparition as well; crying out and burying his face against your hold, nestling closer within your protection.

you can not hide from me…

It was unwavering, yet broken; a battered, phantom voice, masked by modulated patterns of a stoic exhale, and calculated fits of staggered breath…

An effect left behind to intimidate you with uncertain words, laced by danger and unfounded threat – though, even still, all of that you could handle.

But the thing that just could not stand, is that no one gets away with frightening your child.

surrender to me now, your fate has already been sealed.

Near or far.

No matter how menacing they were…

our fate is our own, leave us. now.

Then, a cloaked vision appears in your mind, steady as it walks away from you – defiant, yet not quite defeated. The silhouette of a cape and distinct, sharpened lines of a helmet, catching onto a featherlight smog dimly held by crimson light, amidst an overwhelming fiery wind; vanishing.

"Shh, there, there. It's gone. They're gone now."

Though, just as soon as it had come, the all encompassing whispers break apart into a chill that hovers in the air, capturing the lush expanse of fronds and green all around.

Hurriedly, you place your precious little one into the safety of his pouch at your side, giving him his fuzzy bantha toy to hold onto inside his tiny arms.

You'd never seen him so afraid like this before – not even when Din had only just found him, bringing him into your care; grazing the comfort of your touch over his ears, then the small of his back, in order just to calm him.

And he did, for a while, leaning toward the palm of your hand, eyes wide but fearful when peering up; cooing softly, where a lone and little tear had soon escaped him.

"Let's get you home to Patu and Obi, hm? No more scaries."

You had hoped never to feel or see such sorrow from him again.

…

Dipping with all of his weight, Din sits at the edge of their bed – eyeing Obi Wan all the while with a satisfied smile on his face.

He sees the way he busies himself, back turned away from the light of the window for a moment, taking time to place some lovely flowers for you into a modest pitcher on one of the hut's corner tables…

Turning round again to find Din, almost smug with a heated flush gliding across his bare chest – breathing in the day and just sitting there, purposely, where even still his cock lays itself heavy there between him.

"Handsome as ever, though, I do believe your trousers are over there…the shirt, however, stays off."

Pointing, Obi Wan playfully saunters back over to him.

"Telling me what to do, ner kar'ta?"

"Never…"

Leaning down while cradling his face, the pad of his thumb soon brushes itself over the kind lines of Din's face; settling on the barren patch of hair along his jaw when he kisses him. Relief and happiness shared timelessly in the surrounding air that winds and closes.

"Good."

Din smiles against him in a clash of teeth and hands that slide forth in their reluctant pull apart; leaving him to dress himself momentarily where a warm basin had been filled for a bath to consume them when they wanted.

But as he walks away, simultaneously picking clothes and pieces of armor up from off the floor, Obi Wan suddenly finds himself most weary – dizzy, even. Sitting himself down quickly where his head had found itself more than lost.

such beauty you have found here, Master. a woman, the prophesied Manda'lor… even a child. your surrender is imminent.

Startled by this familiar strength within the force, Obi Wan’s chest tightens, doing his best to give nothing else away to this ominous, spoken memory, remaining centered and calm.

you are mistaken.

am I? your favor does not lie in insulting me. did you truly believe that you would never be found?

With eyes closed, Obi Wan reaches further toward the voice that plagues him.

I am no one. you have found merely an apparition from our time long ago.

Jedi can not help it, compassion leaves a trail…

From just beyond the table, a breeze falters through the thatches in the wall; Din shuffles nearby, making the bed, noticing something slightly off.

that it does…perhaps you should mirror our ways, afterall, Vader, they too had once been yours…

your weakness will be your end.

we shall see.

At this, the force echo breaks abruptly, with Obi Wan’s eyes alerted open to the realm of all that had been real again. Your nervous hands rushing near the door as it opens.

"Mesh’la, what is it? Is it the kid?"

With heavy steps, Din all at once can see how both you and Obi Wan had been so visibly shaken.

He senses something infinitely wrong, something beyond all his understanding.

"Hold him?"

And he nods, taking the baby into his arms.

"Darling…"

"We heard something out there. A being. It's darkened veil took over me, I tried not to be frightened, but I…"

Din turns to them, whispering more seriously now.

"What's going on, cyare?"

"There is a great disturbance in the force. A strength I haven't felt in years. I fear we may be in danger."

"And you felt this too, Mesh’la?"

Nodding softly, you begin to wring your hands together; Din, holding the baby in one arm, captures them inside his own with the other.

"I have. The foundling sensed it as well."

You watch as his little face grows tired, burying itself against Din's shoulder, saddened by all of the things his little heart had just endured.

"This is all my fault."

Shaking his head inside the palms of his hands, Obi Wan looks to you for comfort, the kind that perhaps only you were capable of giving him.

"You've done nothing wrong."

With the loving feel of your fingertips, so slowly you begin to thread them throughout his hair, smoothing away the strands, before pressing a kiss to his forehead. Din, solemnly watches over.

"I will not lead a threat here again, cyar'ika. This village has been through enough…"

"Then I'm afraid we must leave at once."

Nodding slowly, you sense the implication of his words then. You couldn't question it, not when you had a family in your heart to consider here; Omera and Paz, precious Winta, and the innocent families of such kind villagers. Knowing all that Obi Wan had shared with you of the war, and being a respected Master once at the Jedi temple; fighting a formidable battle against his brother on Mustafar – and what eventually became of all of them.

Queen Padmè and her children…

The little one, and how he'd been abandoned there…

Din, knowing deeply of a childhood very much the same, plagued by the memory of his parents doing everything they could just to protect him…

You knew then more than ever that it was your duty to protect your own. A shared bond between all of you that could never be broken; certainly, not now.

This was more than love.

At stake had been your lives.

"I will speak with Paz, to be on alert. He knows of a place where we can go. Safe. Untraceable."

"Good. I will gather our things, and mind the child."

Everything was happening so fast, far too quickly, it felt as though your mind could barely even adjust...

You had just made a home here, joyful and wonderfully content in this place where a true sense of family had been found.

And yet, despite the risk, couldn't we just stay with them?

We have each other, isn't that enough?

How could you ever bring yourself to say goodbye to them? Uncertain as to when you may or may not ever return?

Deep down, selfishly, you just didn't want to, but even still, your weary soul, so full with the utmost of affection, sensed the inevitable.

… 💙

translations:

mesh'la – beautiful

cyare – beloved

cyar'ika – darling, sweetheart

ner kar'ta – my heart

vod – brother

patu – papa, dad

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cannedsoupsucks · 4 years ago

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The perfect balance of sweet and smutty.

Silk (Part 6)

So I took a little break from tumblr (and might not be as active as I was) but I'm tentatively back, trying to update all of the stuff I have going and I was eager to get back into this story. Mobboss!Din live RENT-FREE in my mind. Hope you all enjoy him in this - he's a little rougher, a little softer - and just as sexy.

reblogs are appreciated

Din Djarin x F!Reader (sex worker)

Pairing: Din x F!Reader

Word Count: 3K (decent?)

Warnings: **TW READER IS A SEX WORKER** Smut 18+(NO MINORS) p in v sex-wrap it up, oral - m receiving, squirting, language, some light dom stuff? dirty talk, (slight daddy kink) *fluff* (hinted criminal activity)

(please let me know if I missed any)

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It was difficult not to feel awkward as you sat there, watching him sit on your couch with the little boy tucked into his side.

It was a fact of life that some married men paid for sex, they made up a big chunk of your clientele. You saw them taking their rings off or putting them back on and for the most part you didn’t take it personally. You kept yourself blissfully ignorant of whatever their status might be. You told yourself that at the the end of the day, it was just sex. Just an itch that you were being paid to scratch.

He was speaking to the little boy softly, asking him if he was okay and being very fatherly and while part of you continued to melt, the other part was analyzing them. This child looked nothing like Din. They both had dark hair but this boy's eyes were bright green, his skin very fair and even with another woman’s DNA in the equation he should look a little bit like his father shouldn’t he? He seemed so scared, the poor thing. Part of you wanted to soothe him, but you thought that would be inappropriate.

You waited for him to speak, trying to keep the hurt off your face.

“Before you ask, he’s not my son. I am not married.” He was staring into your eyes and you understood. He was reassuring you that the words you’d spoken to each other still held meaning. Nothing had changed.

You sagged in relief despite yourself.

“This is Grogu. Say hi.” He was looking at the little boy and he gave you a little wave. You smiled at him, warming up to him even more. Din continued.

“I was… conducting some business, and I found him. Scared and hidden. Seems he’s been abandoned.” You could hear an anger in his voice. A deep hurt and you knew it was on behalf of the boy.

“He doesn’t speak much, but he’s to remain with me now. I will be his guardian.” He was talking to you with an intensity that opened up your heart, cementing him inside of it.

“Are you hungry Grogu?” You asked him softly and his big eyes sparkled at you, he looked at Din and when his guardian smiled and told him it was okay he gave you a small nod. You held out your hand to him and he took it hesitantly.

“How about a grilled cheese?” You asked him opening up your fridge so he could look inside. He nodded again, a little smile on his face and you saw him eyeing the juice inside. You poured him a glass and guided him to the little table in your kitchen.

Din walked over and stood in the doorway, watching you grab everything you needed.

“How about you baby, you hungry?” You looked over your shoulder to him and he smiled - nodding once and you quickly got to work. Making one for each of you.

It felt surreal to be putting a plate of something you made in front of Din. Nerves got the better of you momentarily, worrying that he might not like it- you knew for a fact he was used to eating in high-end restaurants and might not be interested in wonder-bread and cheddar.

Grogu on the other hand, was happy as a clam. He ate with gusto and although he didn’t say anything the smile on his face and the big bites made your heart swell. If Din didn’t like it, you’d never know. He ate it happily, watching the two of you as he polished off the first half and then the second.

It was a strangely domestic scene, the three of you quiet as you ate. When Grogu was done he got up quietly and put his plate on the counter - great manners you thought.

“What do you say?” Din’s voice was quiet, kind.

“Thank you.” His voice was little and shy, the th sounding more like an f and you ran your fingers through the mop of hair on his head.

“Good boy - why don’t you go sit on the couch - watch tv while we talk.” Din gestured to the little living room and the boy went quietly.

“So - you’re a dad now.” You said it quietly, not unkindly.

“I suppose I am-” He grabbed your hand in his, kissing your palm before holding onto it. “I hope this doesn’t change things between us. You’ll be seeing the boy whenever you see me.” He was stroking the inside of your wrist as he spoke.

“As long as he’s not in the room when we… do our thing then I don’t mind - he’s sweet. I can’t believe someone just abandoned him. That makes me really sad.” You said the words quietly, not wanting him to hear you.

“Pisses me off.” Din added, that quiet intensity was back and it burned through him in the soft light of the kitchen. He shook it off. “I wanted to ask you something.” He continued.

“What is it?” You angled yourself to him.

“Well, you know I travel a lot, so I usually just live in hotels, but I don’t want to do that with him. I’m in the process of buying a penthouse - have a meeting with a real estate agent tomorrow. I want you to move in with me.” He was smiling at you but when your jaw dropped he was quick to elaborate.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to, but I like you. Really like you and we could move as slow or as quick as you like, but I want you with me.” You felt the heat creeping up your chest at his boldness.

“I would love to, I would love to live with you - might take a little getting used to living with a child because obviously I don’t have any.” You wanted to show him that you were on the same page as him, that you were each as bold as the other. “If I move in, I don’t want you to be my client. I want to be with you.” You got up and moved to sit in his lap, your arms wrapped around his neck and he smiled. He placed kisses on the exposed skin of your neck.

“So you don’t want your own room?” He asked it playfully, his tongue licked a stripe up the column of your neck and you shivered slightly.

“No, it would be hard for you to do all the things I want you to do to me in separate rooms, baby.” You pulled his hair back so his face was craned up to you and you smiled as he groaned.

“You’re lucky the kids here.” He watched your mouth as he spoke, his eyes were intense and you licked at his lip to really rile him up. He was too quick though and his hand moved cat-quick and grabbed you by the throat, hard enough to make you whimper, but not hard enough to hurt. It made your nipples hard, the hold he had over you and it wasn’t just his hand around your throat.

“Sounds like someone needs to be punished again.” He pulled you closed, kissing you insistently, his tongue in your mouth - claiming you.

“Promise?” You bit your lip when you pulled away and he chuckled darkly, letting you go so you could get up.

“Pack a bag, and you’ll find out tonight.” He smacked your ass as you made your way into your room giggling.

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The room he’d rented this time was bigger which was hard to believe. It looked more like an apartment than a hotel room but you barely had any time to take in your surroundings before he was herding you into the large bedroom. His hand was heavy on your hip and you knew he was eager to have you, both of you were on the same page. Both of you so desperate for one another.

It made you drip.

“I’m going to put the kid to bed, but when I come back-” He was crowding you, invading your space and pushing you towards the bed with his body. You were forced to look up at him as you backed up, his eyes were endless pools of desire and mischief; making your heart race. “- I expect you to be naked. I expect you to be wet, with those pretty legs spread. Want you laying right there in that bed waiting for me.” He was watching your mouth as he spoke and you couldn’t help but bite your lip. He dipped his head forward and captured your mouth in a bruising kiss, his tongue licking into in your mouth, making you swallow his groan. The grip on your hips was almost painful and it pulled a whimper out of you.

He had pulled away before you could wrap your arms around him, leaving you practically stumbling as he closed the door behind him.

You make my head spin baby.

When he got back you were sitting on the edge of the bed, his eyebrows rose in response to your open defiance.

“I thought I told you to lay in that bed.” He was towering over you, his eyes just as wild as when he’d left.

“I don’t want to lay there.” Your chin jutted out, challenging him with a nervous smile. Your demeanor was calm even though your heart was pounding in your ears with anxious excitement. He stared at you, his face a blank slate and he kept quiet.

You couldn’t help but fidget slightly, his silence and his soul-deep stare making you more nervous than anything he could say. He smiled slightly, no doubt seeing your eyes dilate, no doubt seeing the pulse jumping on your neck, seeing your nipples harden.

“Hmm.” The sound came from somewhere deep inside him and you could almost feel it. His hand shot up quick as lightning and wrapped around your throat, it made you gasp but it was out of shock - he wasn’t hurting you, he was warning you - letting you know he was in control.

Your pussy flooded at the show of dominance and you couldn’t help but moan.

“Shut up. I don’t want you waking up the kid.” His tone was iron and you nodded slightly. “Colour?” You saw that his eyes softened slightly and when you smiled and responded green he continued.

“You’re going to have to learn to do what daddy says.” He let go for a minute and started undoing his belt, your mouth watered at the implication and you braced your hands against his thighs. Waiting patiently as he took out his half-hard cock.

“Spit.” He held his hand out in front of your mouth and you obeyed. “Good girl.” He used your spit stroke himself in front of your face, close enough that the fat head of him brushed against your lip and you brought your tongue out to taste him. “Are you done being a brat?” He groaned the words, letting you take the tip of his sex into your mouth and you answered around him, an mhm that vibrated around his cock.

He rocked slowly, holding your jaw with one hand, and the thick root of his dick in the other.

“Open your legs, let me see what’s mine.” He tightened his hold on your face slightly and you hurriedly obeyed, manoeuvring so he could see. “That’s it baby, show me how much you missed me.” He fed himself deeper into your mouth, not stopping until he touched the back of your throat - waiting until you gagged slightly and he groaned.

“God yes, so good baby, gag on my dick.” He did it, again, over and over until the tears ran down your face but you didn’t stop, the look on his face and the noises he made were heating your blood. He pulled away when the tears came - bending down to kiss them away.

It was such a tender act, seemingly done without thought before he stripped.

When he was done he signalled for you to move into the middle of the bed and when you did he wasted no time in getting in between your legs. One hand pulling both of yours roughly above your head. He was desperate - his cock was so hard against your hip, leaking onto your skin and you knew you would feel this later on. It made you moan to think about it, to imagine the bruises on your skin.

“I said to keep your mouth shut.” He was smiling almost manically and a wild urge to defy him rose up.

“No, I want to moan, I want you to make me scream.” You laughed, your neck craning to suck an angry mark onto the hollow of his throat and for a moment he allowed it but he quickly recovered.

His growl of arousal shot straight to your nipples, to your clit - making you throb for him.

He threw you around like a ragdoll, flipping you over onto your stomach - his brute strength on display. His hands were vices as he landed a crack on your ass before roughly pulling your hips up to meet his groin.

“I said-” He sheathed himself in you in one rough stroke, the punch of his cock knocking the breath out of you; It made your breasts bounce. “-shut your fucking mouth.” His hands held yours behind your back, the other one clamped around your mouth as he thrust into you. Your back arched against him, It was delicious, and brutal alike. “Shut your mouth, and take my cock like a good girl.” He wasn’t fucking you, he was ruining you and your cunt flooded him. All you could do was breathe through your nose, and whimper into his hand as his dick hit that one spot that made your eyes roll back into your head.

“God - listen to how fucking wet you are baby, you like this huh? Like when I fuck you like this?” His mouth was at your ear, his tongue poking out to taste your skin. His words had come out almost slurred and something was happening in your body. Something massive and forbidden, an addictive pressure in your belly and you couldn’t help but pull your hands out of his grip. You ripped his hand away from your mouth before it happened.

“Din - god, Din it’s too much-” The rest of the sentence was lost in a pitiful moan and a wet gush as your body pushed him forcibly out.

You could only hear your laboured breaths, your body was almost numb with the intensity of whatever had happened and he collapsed onto you, he pulled one leg up to sheath himself inside you again, giving you no respite.

“Fuck, did that feel good? I want you to do it again- fuck, going to cum..” He seized up and you felt the warmth of him spilling inside you, his moan in your ear as he collapsed onto your back. Both of you panting with the effort of your coupling, after a few moments you felt soft kisses on your shoulders and down your spine.

“Was that okay?” His voice was soft as he gently pulled you into his side, away from the wet patch on the bed.

“Yes, that’s never happened to me before, it was intense.” You were giddy, giggling with post-orgasmic bliss and he was smiling.

“I wasn’t kidding, going to make you do it again. Not right now-” He kissed you softly, his tongue sweet now that the urgency had passed. “But soon. When you’re ready I’ll have someone come and change the sheets so we can sleep.” He burrowed his face into your neck as he gave you a chance to recover.

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You woke up confused, the bed was empty and for a moment you were terrified, not recognizing where you were and when you did - you noticed that Din was gone.

You found him in Grogu’s room. The little boy was crying, he seemed confused and scared and Din was sitting with him, his big hand rubbing the little boy’s back. It was as if he was a little unsure of how to comfort the boy and you stepped in quietly, meeting his eyes.

“Grogu honey, are you okay?” You sat knelt in front of him - making sure to speak in a low, calm voice. His big eyes were full of unshed tears and it broke your heart.

How could anyone leave you behind?

He didn’t say anything, just looked at you with that soul-crushing pout and you held your arms open to him. He hesitated a moment before burrowing into the plush fabric of the robe you were wearing. You held him tightly against you, whispering that he was okay into his ear as Din watched you. You ran your fingers through the mop of hair on his head until he stopped crying, you put him back in his bed and tucked him in, you sat there with him until he fell asleep.

Later on, when you were both back in bed you thought about Din, he was clutching at you tightly as he slept and you imagined what he must have been like as a little boy. You wondered what his family must have been like, you made it a point to remember to ask him.

It wasn’t long before you heard little footsteps coming towards the room - saw the little boy poke his head into the room. You signalled him to come over and he shyly got into the bed, cuddling up into your front as Din spooned you from behind. You were glad you’d decided to put on a shirt before you went to bed.

As you held and were held between them, you realized that they were both missing something massive in their lives.

Both of them were in desperate need of love, and you were the one to give it to them.

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cannedsoupsucks · 3 years ago

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I want to do all the cliché Christmas things with Din! All the saccharine Hallmark Christmas movie things!

He strikes me as a man who needs a warm, cozy, happy Christmas.

Competing For Christmas 1: The Most Wonderful Time of the Year

Pairing: Modern Din Djarin x Female Reader

Word Count: 7,584

Rating: T/M: There’s some language. That’s about it.

Summary: As the holidays approach, it’s time to start seriously thinking about how you’ll spend them - and who you’ll spend them with.

After breaking the ice with your coworker Din, the future becomes a little clearer … and you begin to see some of the possibilities.

Author’s notes:

It’s here! This is the first part of my 2022 Hallmark Christmas celebration. You voted and you chose this story as the winner - so I hope you all enjoy it.

I’m planning on releasing this in real time for each part to coincide with the dates of the events that take place in the story… but don’t hold me to that because as we all know, the holidays can and do - usually get a little hectic.

We’re playing a little fast and loose with some canon Mando elements - and I’m picturing Din as a little younger than he is in the show; early-mid 30′s. Reader will have no specified characteristics or age, aside from the fact that she is over 21 (legally allowed to drink in the US), celebrates Christmas, and she does/will have hair that is of a length that can be covered (you’ll see).

Questions, concerns, comments? My inbox is open! I tried to keep this brief, and yet again… was unable to. You should all know the drill by now.

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The more you put it off, the clearer it became that you were going to have to swallow your anxiety and just do it.

And it shouldn’t have been difficult - not really.

He was a nice guy; the conversations that you’d had at work were always positive ones, even if they were short. You’d never seen him get upset, even when someone made an unreasonable demand of him. He’d even gone out of his way to help around the office, taking on tasks before anyone could ask him to do so, or spending extra time to make sure the older people working there knew how to use everything properly to do their jobs.

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cannedsoupsucks · 4 years ago

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Once again you come with a mind blowing idea for a new series! This is so exciting!

The Infinity Cube Part 1

Main Pairing: Marcus Pike x Female Reader

Side Pairings: Female Reader x Multiple Pedro Characters

Word Count: 1000+

Series Summary: When you play with a strange cube, you’re transported out of your current reality with your boyfriend Marcus into brand new ones starring alternate versions of your boyfriend who look and act entirely different every time. With each encounter, you start to wonder if you’ll ever make it back to your real universe?

Warnings for the chapter: Language, fluff, confusion, fictional FBI procedures, no beta all mistakes are mine

Author Note: I love alternate realities and once I had this idea I thought it’d be fun to try and bring it to life. This fic is going to be extremely self-indulgent, but fingers crossed somebody out there will enjoy it too 💗

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cannedsoupsucks · 4 years ago

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I've slowly been re-reading LMR so that I am fully refreshed to read chapter 12. Reading this chapter I'm reminded of how much I love it. Din finding someone who not only accepts him, respects him, and admires him, but also someone he can full trust.

This chapter is beautifully intimate. The passionate kissing, the quiet reverential touches in the bunk, but also him teaching her to remove his armor, his protective shell.

Re-reading is reigniting my love for soft Din.

LOSING MY RELIGION: CHAPTER 8: THE CONSORT

(Image: Nevarro. The Mandalorian. Star Wars / Disney+)

Rating: Mature. ←-THIS IS NEW. DING DING DING. FROM HERE ON OUT.

Pairing: Post Season 2 Din Djarin x force sensitive reader (fem, post-Order 66 Jedi). Soft, slow burn on both sides, internal struggles and feels. Alternating POV.

Warnings: Nothing graphic, but there’s some (kinda between the lines) self-pleasuring and some pretty intense kissing and acknowledgement of male body parts and how they work. Beyond that, maybe some bounty hunter kink I guess? As always, just stupid copious amounts of indulgent fluff and yearning.

A/N: You know, I keep saying “omg the fluff y’all” like that’s not just how I roll. What is it now. Fluffy spice? Spicy fluff? Can we even call this spicy? I don’t even know. I’mma play it like Din. Just gonna do what feels good. *grand hand wave of welcoming* Enjoy.

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Summary: You and Din head to Nevarro and explore what his chosen profession means to each other.

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PART 1: DIN DJARIN

You said he could take as long as he wanted.

He watches the small streams run over his bare arms, clinging to riverbeds already forged by his veins, pooling at the elbows, rapids forming at the scars, waterfalls at the tips of his fingers. The steam is thick in here–he takes his showers hot, as hot as possible whenever he can get to an actual sanisteam–and he enjoys the feeling of breathing it in and sighing it out, letting his quiet, low voice hum with it as the warm humidity soothes his grumbled soundbox.

Din closes his eyes, puts his forehead to the wall, and positions himself so that the hot water pulses down on his shoulders and back, getting into all the hills and valleys there. He’s still in good condition, but every year his back complains a little more loudly. Took down those bounties fast and hard, barely slept, just wanted to get back here so he could use any slowdown time on you.

Okay. He’s going to take his time.

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This is so lovely and sweet ❤

Hi! I really REALLY love your writing and I saw your requests are open, so I was wondering if you could maybe do something for reader becoming overwhelmed with feelings for Din while looking at him do literally anything? I.e. Hanging out with Cara, listening to Grogu's babbles, quietly cleaning his stuff, getting supplies on the market? I'll love the fic in any type, genre and length, and it's fine if you don't vibe with it! Thank you 🥰❤️

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pairing || Din Djarin x Reader

word count || 723

content || fluff, kissing, Din being all bashful and adorable

a/n || lemme tell ya... I was smiling like an idiot the entire time I worked on this

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It was hard not to look at Din Djarin. That was a problem most people faced. He’s a large and imposing man, that intimidating aura only amplified by the beskar armor and multiple weapons strapped to his body. Many were rightfully afraid of him, some foolish enough to want to confront him for some sort of clout - as if they’d actually be able to take him in a fight. You couldn’t take your eyes off of him either, but for a completely different reason.

See, the difference is that you know him. You know the little things about him, like the way he replies to Grogu’s babbles as if they’re having an actual conversation. Or how he cleans and organizes his weapons with a care that others wouldn’t think such a gruff man possesses. Or the way he gives merchants in the marketplaces a few extra credits whenever he has them to spare, especially if their wares are of quality. Or how his eyes crinkle in the corners when he smiles, and how he snores just slightly when he sleeps.

There’s a softness about him that most do not get the privilege of seeing - but you do. It fills you with gratitude and if you think about it too long, it can bring tears to your eyes. Things have always been emotionally charged between the two of you, but it's been more intense since Skywalker arrived for Grogu. All of that emotional energy was no longer split, instead focused entirely on each other, and honestly… you couldn’t get enough.

He isn’t wearing his armor as he cleans his blaster at the small table where you’re sitting next to him. Instead, he’s dressed comfortably in a soft shirt and his favorite sleeping pants, like he’s taken to doing on these long stretches of travel since there’s no chance of anyone seeing him. Well, no one but you, but you’ve seen that handsome face many times by now.

That doesn’t mean the effect is lost on you, of course. A holodrama still plays quietly on your datapad but it’s gone ignored for the last fifteen minutes as you watch those talented hands take apart his weapon, smiling at the concentrated furrow to his brow. You blow him a kiss when his eyes flit over to you, catching you in the act even though you’re entirely shameless in your staring, and he shakes his head with a bashful smile tugging at his lips.

“You’re staring again.” He states plainly, trying - and failing - to hide how much he loves it.

“Can you blame me?” You reach out and guide him close for a kiss, a soft one that has him smiling against your lips. The sound of his blaster being set gently on the table is the only warning you get before both of his big hands are settling around your hips to pull you into his lap. It’s a bit of a squeeze, but you don’t mind the edge of the table pressed to your lower back, not when you can feel all of his warmth soaking into you.

“I love you,” Din whispers reverently, brushing the flyaway hairs away from your forehead. The sight of him looking up at you, those deep brown eyes flooded with affection, makes your heart flip in your chest.

“I love you, too.” You sniff slightly, trying not to let the wave of love and appreciation get the better of you. Din’s eyes fall closed with a small groan when you card your fingers through his hair, his hands rubbing up and down your back. You let yourself soak in the intimate moment, the way his eyebrow twitches when you scratch his scalp gently, the way his tongue flicks against his lip when you tuck some of the overgrown curls behind his ear. “You need a haircut, Din.”

“Will you cut it for me?” He gives you those sweet eyes he knows you can’t resist, and of course you will. His eyes nearly go crossed when you kiss the tip of his nose before hopping out of his lap to find the hair clippers.

And Din sits there, patiently waiting for you to return as he fiddles with the dismantled blaster in front of him, unable to focus on anything other than the warmth you leave fluttering in his chest.

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cannedsoupsucks · 3 years ago

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Boba and Fennec!

Merry Go Round of Life 15

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And here we are, the character I’ve been wanting to introduce for literally WEEKS. I’ve known who would fill this role since before I actually started writing this. Yes, I did in fact have too much fun with this chapter.

Word Count: 1.1k

This one will be Din Djarin x f!reader eventually. Don’t hold your breath folks, this one’s a slow burn. Sort of.

Warnings: Some swearing, discussions of politics very briefly, discussion of war, King doing King stuff.

You took a minute to look around the throne room. It was pretty bare, apart from the dais and the throne. One wall had multiple large windows, allowing natural light in. The child in your arms cooed, also looking around.

“It is rather grand,” you agreed, voice hushed. “In a severe kind of way. I had no idea it would look like this."

"And what did you expect?"

You jumped, badly startled, and turned to look at the man behind you. His skin was brown, and you could see scars across his face. He was bald, and his eyebrows were drawn in a slight frown.

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cannedsoupsucks · 3 years ago

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What a touching ending to a glorious series. I love how you meshed Obi-wan, Din, and the reader together into a kind and caring group.

I look forward to the epilogue and hope that all will be well for them.

Drifter (series), ch.xiv. bogano, finale

Din Djarin x F!Reader x Obi Wan Kenobi

a story of romance & trust

18+ only, rating: mature, love, declarations of love, love confessions, friends to lovers, strangers to lovers, intimacy, fluid sexuality, internal conflicts, complicated relationships, star wars au, alternate timeline, canon divergence, din djarin, obi wan kenobi, language, mature adult content ✨

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“The time has come, my darling girl to leave this place.”

“Are you ready, Mesh’la?”

From the moment you had all embarked on this wondrous journey together, somehow you've always felt that this is where you truly had belonged. At times, even when things had sensed themselves most uncertain, there were cloak covered eyes to find you, sitting loneliest amidst a lively desert bar, or the heavy footfalls of your strong and capable guardian, mirrored by stoic breath, filtering itself true beneath the brightened shield of armor.

You knew it then, deeply, perhaps pushed away so far down that neither of you could see it yet. The bond between souls and hands, melded there together, by the promise of great affection of found family, and a certain drifter who by the stars happened upon you both there…

"Do not be afraid for us, vod'ika. We are well protected here. Have faith. All will be well."

Omera's eyes are kind, though her heart speaks only of her warmth of missing, lending a calming embrace for you to fold into.

"I do not want to say goodbye…not yet… not now."

Resting your cheek against her shoulder, her warmth extends to her hands, cradling you gently in your momentary pull apart; delicate palms, gliding upwards and down along your shoulders.

"Then don't. This is only just a 'see you later' hm? You will always have a home here."

Though, what you hadn't been ready for, was the very moment when Omera had pointed to her heart, as Din had been fondly watching over from a distance.

…

He thinks to himself in flight, that if it weren't for a certain desert wanderer, the push to voice the innermost parts of himself just might have been lost. That maybe he wouldn't have led you upstairs toward a shared room in the cantina that evening, whispering how much you'd meant to him; inviting your kiss against his skin, giving you all the reasons why he needed you most.

Catching onto a new arrangement in your lives altogether; so surprising, and intense, as it all had happened…

His helmet tilts itself the slightest bit over, looking toward the humble windowpane of the Crest, and how the ones he so deeply cares for sit beside it. Your chin, resting softly inside your palm distantly there with far away eyes, and Obi Wan, holding a babbling foundling in his arms who just can not seem to sit himself down.

"Now, now my little friend, best we stay still now, hm?"

Shaking his head with a smile no one else can surely see, he wonders what you're thinking about; if you're nervous at all – scared of new beginnings, or the thought of having to start over somewhere else.

Or if you'd only just been tiredly daydreaming, making silent wishes to yourself as your ship passes through a veil of clouds.

He likes the way the kid and Obi Wan have gotten along, the way he nods toward every wave of his tiny hands as if he understands all it is he says to him there.

Even better, the way your tender heart finds the patience just to give them all your warmth; so selfless as you look on, watching closely in your loving shade of kindness, as if listening to the intuitive pull of all your senses.

With his focus back toward a drifting horizon, the smog parts itself high above a vast expanse of cliffs and wetlands; a towering monolith sitting high atop a hill, muddied by a path laid smooth against a sloping ground below it, soon fading itself into view.

And though this quiet place had been safely uninhabited, purely untouched by any semblance of the Empire, there seems to be hints of life scattered all around from what swiftly can be seen.

Caves and ridges carved into rock with heightened zip lines shared between them; such unknown places to explore beneath the depths of clouded, murky water as your ship slowly passes over them. A lush fanning of vine clinging against these walls of brick, brushing over the surface in hopeful stints of green, so perfect in its hold if needed to be climbed there.

"Just about made it."

And there, beyond it all, is the sky tinted grey, awakening their eyes to the warmth of the sun, and a glistening haze, hovering itself with a surrounding feel of dawn’s gift of dew.

Yet, just past the valley of tall grass and stone where they had been meant to land, there appears to be something else awaiting their watchful eyes, held amidst a great divide of distance.

"Din, is that another ship?"

You turn to him, the slightest bit worried, eyes fleeting between the both of them.

"Mm. Looks like someone beat us here."

"Impossible, there is no other starlit path that can detect a world like this."

Concerned for your safety, Obi Wan tries his best to consider all sides, to remain objective even if the possibility of your refuge had been threatened.

He couldn't imagine what something like that would mean for all of you; he wouldn't risk it.

"Paz gave us the coordinates. He's trained the younglings here."

"Then how did he come to learn of them?"

In a stray beat of silence that passes, the darkened reflection of his visor favors the Razor Crest console, flicking on the switch for autopilot.

"Didn't say."

"Unless…"

Rising from his chair, Din kneels beside you; the heavy feel of beskar worn below his knees, meeting the chill against the surface of the floor where his fingertips begin tracing circles there in leather over your own.

"...they too, are force sensitive. Just as you are, Obi Wan."

Taking kindly to his beard, brows tightening in thought, he begins smoothing nervously over the silver tufts, carefully considering new truths to be spoken amidst a pleasurable scratching of gold.

"Just as…we are, my darling."

Stretching up towards the window, the little one closes his eyes, placing his hand upon the glass, all while the palms of Obi Wan's hands hover protectively behind him.

"What do you mean, ner kar'ta?"

"The disturbance I had sensed on Sorgan, does not appear to be coming from there…"

Standing once more, Din begins sauntering back over to the cockpit, listening closely as he takes his place at his pilot’s chair; the edge of his cape catching onto it where he starts making all necessary adjustments for landing safely.

"...and I, my brave Mandalorian, am not the only one in our party that is in tune with this."

Looking away almost shyly, the baby begins to tap insistently against the Crest's metal frame, smiling softly, as if trying to happily get your attention; alluding to such special things, you always seemed to have shared with him there, despite possibly having never known.

"Mesh’la…does the instinct of your heart understand him in this way?"

"I do… at least, I am only just beginning to. It's quite a mysterious and luminous thing to behold. Our little buddy on the other hand…"

"Has known the force for…a very, long time."

Leaning into a warm fill of trust that falls within his chest, Din hums, nodding to himself; the softened sound of feeling – understanding, filtering through the static of his modulator.

"Obi Wan, the comms are picking up a signal, it's stagnant. Unattended."

"Land here, let's try to get as close as we can. Perhaps they're in need of help."

Relieving the foundling from Obi's tender palms, the former General makes his way over to the co-pilot's chair with a practiced sort of ease, gesturing nearest toward a vast clearing as Din slows the ship down lower over the horizon.

"Mm. There's a lot of static. Designation says it's the Mantis."

Taking your ad’ika into the gentle cradling of your hands, you begin to comfort him where he rests his little head upon your shoulder; the blurs of the force held by a fading violet light, returning there in rising whispers.

…

"Wait here, cyar'ika."

The ramp lowers itself to the soft rustling sounds of tall grass and whispering creatures, hiding themselves away as they scurry off between a path of freshly fallen rain puddles.

While almost startling in his broad, commanding presence, the little ones running about the wetlands do not seem in fear of him; instead, the sense Din feels here is most calm – still, almost too quiet.

Even for him.

Taking to the blaster at his side, the gloved palm of his hand hovers there a while, the weight of himself turning as the sharpened lip of his helmet tilts itself so carefully, before giving you both the go ahead.

"You know what those things are, drifter?"

Obi Wan smiles, reaching for your Mandalorian's hand, brushing his thumb back and forth across the leather.

"Boglings, Din. Fox friends, not beasts. No need to be on guard."

"It is my duty now to keep you safe."

"And is it not mine to do just the same?"

Din hums, the darkened reflection of his visor hiding all the ways he grins all to himself. Your gentle footfalls, soon to meet him by his side, slipping your arm around his, and clinging to him affectionately.

"Hm, seems we aren't alone here…truly in more ways than one."

In your arms, the baby coos, reaching out with his tiny hands as if to show the others what you saw. He's too excited so you set him gently down to explore; a blue butterfly flying over his head in fluttering circles where his eyes soon have widened, joyfully mesmerized by it.

"Look."

And there, against a featherlight wind, dampened with the fresh scent of a morning rainfall that had since passed, is a young man fast asleep and dreaming. His head resting soundly upon folded arms beneath a flow of brightened red hair, laying across the heavy surface of a lone boulder.

"A most tired one, that boy. Although, he does seem quite familiar."

Rippled into a ball at his feet is a softened poncho that he's carried with him for what appears to be a long journey, taken off for a little while where a precious BD droid has now curled up, and powered down inside of it.

Patiently, Obi Wan approaches.

"Don't scare him, darling."

You whisper, sincerely; leaning into his touch just as he's caressed your face, before lending a kiss pressed to the inside of his palm.

"Darling, hm?"

"A sudden slip of the tongue…"

You kiss him then, pleading lips sliding over; distracted.

"Oh, well then…"

Watching you both so satisfied from afar, Din's armored back leans itself against the broken facade of an abandoned cave, doing his best to hide away the strain of indelicate evidence of what you're both capable of doing to him; leaning to one side where his boot crosses over, a tightened hand driven into one of his flight suit's front pockets all the while.

…

The softened glide of Obi Wan's steps are tentative, measured, as if following a path of light held inside his memory that somehow reminds him very much of home.

He leans down amongst the grass and stone; a pulsing sensation of the force willing him closer to the boy by way of veiled, remarkable echoes.

Reaching forth towards this uncertain realm of feeling, he closes his eyes, placing a hand delicately onto the restful form of his back, careful so as not to startle him.

Then all at once a vision appears; the Jedi Temple, Coruscant.

Clone Troopers, storming a shadow covered corridor, Jedi fending them off until they had fallen, taking their last breath…

Their lightsabers rolling onto the floor, disengaged from the winding grip of their hands…

Flashes of light bursting through the halls; a visible, heart wrenching slaughter. And a young padawan with that familiar red hair, waiting for his time to run behind a towering marble pillar.

"Don't worry, bud, stay close. I'll get you somewhere safe."

Grogu is there, he can feel him, so much smaller and crying, clutching to a crimson blanket in his little pram.

It appears the boy is a young Jedi, keeping careful watch over him…

Though, why is it that this heartfelt Master just can not remember him?

He was so much younger, then…

It isn't until Obi Wan releases his hand from the steady rise and fall of his slumbered breath, that the young man awakens; a simple name, fading into his thoughts as if he'd just given it to him himself, watching as he slowly opens his eyes.

"Master Kenobi?"

By the grace of all the stars in his vast and desert sky of solemn loneliness, not once did Obi Wan ever imagine finding the likes of Cal Kestis anywhere, ever again.

And in this most uncertain moment, he was never more grateful that he, indeed, had.

…

Holding your foundling closely to his chest, Din cradles the little one's head softly within the palm of his hand, rocking him back and forth where he's found you beneath the sun.

You like the way it feels with him, to be protected by his capable hands in every simple way; a strengthened arm wrapping itself around you, bringing the weight of all your love right into him where it belongs.

"Still worried, Mesh'la?"

The flat of his palm glides upwards and down along your back in tandem against the quiet, sensing as your shaken fingertips anchor themselves safely to him.

"Just missing Sorgan, that's all."

"I know. It was my hope to stay there as well."

With the baby held between you, so happy and warm, Din leans down to meet you, brushing the cool feel of his helmet to your forehead, lingering there inside your tender silence. The kiss that follows left behind to your skin, in its truest form, lies only by way of polished beskar.

"I love you…so much."

You tell him, breathy as the words fall from your lips, lost in your own reflection that rests in blurs within his chest plate.

"Mm. Have to get you alone, whisper those words below your ear myself…"

But soon you're torn away from all your looking, stealing away allusions from his mind, and saving such sweetened thoughts for later; imagining his heavy lidded eyes beneath the visor consuming you in their richest shade of brown, skating over your figure, undressing you slow, handsomely unfiltered…

"Din, come."

So lightly felt, Obi Wan waves you both over, eyes alight in blue where the sky had kissed them by every hint of the ethereal.

Cal, in awe of a real Mandalorian, stands respectfully there before him.

"Grogu? Buddy, is that you?"

Smiling wide, the baby reaches for the young Jedi with his tiny hands; his eyes excitedly expressing relief to find his old friend standing right there, just a few steps away from where Din had been holding him in his arms.

“Grogu?”

Obi Wan nods, an all knowing look present there upon his handsome face beneath the appearance of newly passing clouds.

“Yes, that is the foundling’s name.”

“You knew?”

The Master Jedi can only bring himself to shrug the slightest bit sheepishly.

“Perhaps a story reserved for another time, my dear guardian?”

Din huffs something along the lines of – our ad'ika will bear the name I give him, beneath the helmet, to which you offer him a rather loving, but heavy hand, scolding him against the arm.

“That certainly is…some name. Would it be alright if I still call you my little buddy?”

Grogu turns to you, his little fingertips brushing themselves kindly to your cheek; the answer you’d been hoping for, so tenderly held inside the kindness of his touch.

Your featherlight laughter, soon to follow.

“I guess that’s a yes, then! Sweet little one.”

Caressing the top of his head, both of you set him down upon the grass, eyeing all the ways he runs over to the young man you’ve just happened upon; his BD droid, waking to its mechanized feet as it begins to power itself back on.

“My darling, this is Cal Kestis, a Jedi Knight from a life I’d once lived before.”

“It’s so lovely to meet you, and a relief to know that all of your kind are certainly not lost.”

The young man nods, almost solemnly, lending a reassuring smile to the baby he now cradles in his palms.

“Well, that’s actually why I’m here. To protect the ones who might still be out there.”

Looking over for a moment, the slightest bit distracted, Obi Wan can be seen muffling a stint of harmless laughter, covering the course golden whiskers of his beard with his palm where it appears a certain BD-1 droid has hopped up on top of Din’s pauldron covered shoulder, noticeably scanning his incredible rarity of armor.

“And…where exactly is here, may I ask?”

But your more curious thoughts seem to be cut off when Din begins to nervously shift from side to side, doing a terrible job at masking his annoyance as the reflection of BD’s light catches onto his visor.

“No droids, kid.”

oh, there he is.

“Hey bud, it’s only beskar, let’s uh…leave Mando alone, huh?”

When the tiny droid whirls itself back around, settling into his place nestled safely upon Cal’s back, the young Jedi turns to you once more.

“Sorry about that, we’re sort of learning things as we go.”

Taking Obi Wan’s hand softly entwined there with yours, you can only smile, glancing over to find his sterling blue eyes affectionately grazing themselves over toward your own.

“As are we.”

Though, alluding to other things that Cal perhaps may not be so privy to, still he catches on.

“Master, I thought attachments were always thought to have been forbidden in the Order?”

“They were, but perhaps it is hope and love that will guide us on our path forward. As long as there is light within us, surely there is no fault in our hearts to be found?”

He nods, looking toward Din as he saunters himself over, heavy steps muddying the strength of his boots with dirt as he maneuvers past Bogano’s native grass and tall, almond shaped fronds.

“No, not at all. Times have changed, and maybe now more than ever… We shouldn’t waste a second of it.”

“Then, my boy, let us make the most of ours.”

And you do, eyeing the way your new friend now humbly takes the lead, as your party begins following him through the grasslands, trekking across stone pathways towards a striking temple on the hill.

…

Along the way, a protective Din scopes out the area, honing in on creatures hiding themselves around the land; varying heat signatures making themselves known from beneath the heavy weight of his helm, subtly telling of those that had been harmless, and all of the ones who otherwise had not.

He lends a strengthened arm around you, walking perfectly in time with you there as the palm of his hand lays itself against your shoulder; your head, all the same, resting itself in stray fits of sighing there upon him.

“This isn’t forever, Mesh’la. Just need a place to settle for now.”

“I know… I just…”

Turning to you, he glides a loving fingertip beneath your chin, tilting your eyes up all so that he can indulge a little longer in looking upon them.

“What is it, tell me.”

He whispers all of his compassion into you softly; that endearing wave of familiar static, nothing like the voice itself you’ve come to know so well by now.

“I’m not sure this is the place for us.”

“Mm, not so sure about it either, ner kar’ta.”

“No matter the danger, it isn’t who we are to run. We never did before.”

Din stops, standing there before you, taking a moment to brush the pad of his gloved thumb against your face, idly stroking hints of your dew kissed skin.

“We will face this life together. This is the way.”

You can not bring yourself to look away, then, nodding into the caress of his hand where your palms now cover; though, it is the nestled foundling – Grogu, resting at your side which ultimately does, leading the warmth of your stare so patiently away from him.

Love embodied all around you, reaching only for your most heartfelt attention.

…

Up ahead, Obi Wan travels in stride with Cal, his hands clasped together in thought all the while there in front of him.

He tells him about the state of the galaxy under the Empire led by Darth Vader, a real entity to some, yet a known legend to others.

If only he had known that the Jedi Master speaking with him in this very moment, had been somewhat of a gentle myth, himself.

“There are inquisitors now, a ruthless group of fallen Jedi who serve him.”

“To what end?”

“An artifact called the holocron. The object houses the coordinates of every living force sensitive child spread out across the galaxy. I swore to protect it, and now it’s gone…”

“Gone?”

Intuitively sensing a thrumming sensation of the force, the trail of Obi Wan’s eyes lean into the skating fanning of the breeze surrounding them; the very feeling, rising, and latching onto his chest in waves that ebb and flow much stronger.

“For now. I made a promise to find it, and I will.”

Obi Wan’s eyes are weary, dizzy even, where he seems to have almost lost his footing on the rocks. If Vader had been able to infiltrate both his mind and yours back on Sorgan, there’s no telling what he might’ve done if this artifact were to wrongfully fall into the darkened venom of his hands.

What if the inquisitors had been following them on their journey all along?

Catching a glimpse of young Luke playing outside their humble desert homestead on Tatooine?

Had Bail Organa been right to assume a threat as great as this one, telling him to leave when he had on Alderaan?

Was he truly so naive to forget himself?

And what of Sorgan? From what he’s gathered, the Empire had ventured after Din and the little one there before, who’s to say they will not try going after their pleasant village once more?

Were they prepared for it should it ever come to that unthinkable fate? Now with the allegiance of the Mandalorians – or really, what had been left of them?

He wouldn’t let it happen.

He couldn’t allow things to get that far.

…

The temple on the hill had been looming over closely, finding yourselves trudging upwards towards its doors along a steep and muddied slope of scattered wildflowers and shadow cast sun.

With your steps left behind only to the heavy swamp beneath them, a most true sensation of the force fans itself past amidst a softening veil of clouded wind.

Cal gestures toward the strengthened monolith as its doors echo themselves open to the breeze, where a blind man can be seen emerging from the solace of this place, a tall staff, slowly guiding his way where so tranquilly he is found walking there alone.

“The Vault houses a space for meditation; for some, deep, secluded prayer. Jedi, and other force sensitives, from what I’ve been told, have been known to seek comfort here on Bogano, a refuge, just as all of us have come to be here.”

“Perhaps then, this is what I must do, should we embark on journeys elsewhere.”

Listening intently, Cal nods.

“Please be careful, Master Kenobi. Wherever you decide to go, the compassion of a Jedi leaves a trail. We can not help who we are.”

“You will do well to be safe, yourself, Young Kestis.”

Lending him a smile, it appears as though Cal must ready the Mantis to be on his way once more; a stoic companion, padding silently past in stillness, who holds him at the crook of his elbow.

His story is not over, a well rounded instinct that rises infinitely there before him, presiding over things that have yet to come; following a path towards protecting those who can not do so for themselves, an uncertain feat which Obi Wan senses deeply, there inside himself.

…

Soon to meet Obi Wan nearest at his side, Din’s presence, somehow can be felt incredibly overwhelming, closing the space between you, and finding ways to purely command himself over it, pressing a firm hand to the small of his back, and calming you instantly with the other.

Tilting the lip of his helmet toward the Vault, your Mandalorian begins eyeing the tall expanse of doors from beneath a darkened visor; the stone structure, almost somewhat intimidating, as its humble grandeur looms over.

“I will go with you inside, cyare.”

“Din, it is right within you to do so if you wish, but I’m afraid this venture is something I must do on my own.”

“Are you sure, Obi Wan?”

Leaning over with his hand pressed to the sharpened edge of Din’s helmet, he regards him there, before falling away with you, and kissing you once.

“I am, my dear. Truly.”

Taking in a wave of steady breath, he doesn’t say another word when he turns away from you, relaxing his shoulders confidently as he disappears inside the temple; the weight of all the world from your desert stranger, seemingly leaving him all at once…

You do not question it, but somehow you are sure that he will be careful.

…

With the flat of his palm, Obi Wan reaches out toward his feelings, sliding his hand against the stone that calls out to him there.

The will of this vaulted temple gives way to the dark, but by no means had it been so; it is only just the slightest bit ominous and overwhelming – mysterious as his feet and knees kneel down to meet an illuminated marking on the ground.

He meditates soundly, doing his best to remember the rhythm of how he’d once been able to do it before; the force, immediately welcoming him, as is whispering truths inside his ear that all indeed had not been lost.

And then, the violet light returns, taking over at his sight in brightened visions, willing his heart and mind closer to them.

A memory appears, him, and then Anakin, their much younger selves obliterating battle droids. Fully in tune with one another as they stand against them, smiling wide all to themselves when they in fact had won.

Anakin…

“You owe me one, and not for saving your skin for the tenth time!”

Obi Wan can only smile fondly; remembering him, and who he once was.

The memory fades…

Where another soon appears at once…

A young boy, no more than ten years old, fearful and weary with beautiful brown eyes and a soft cherubic face, looking all around amidst the destruction of his town…a violent rapture of pure chaos. His parents, swiftly kneeling down before him only to have to say their tearful goodbyes, reluctantly being pulled away to which as a Mandalorian takes the boy to safety in their arms…

Din…

Obi Wan shakes his head, sorrowful. To know that this has happened to many children throughout the galaxy is a hardship no family should ever have to bear, something he doesn’t wish ever to imagine, had it been him, or one of his own…

The Mandalorian’s whispered memory fades…

Now it feels as though it is the present time, or perhaps a time not so long ago. A young woman, Mesh’la, walks alone, peering over a Tatooine desert, watching the suns set into being, clutching a minimal satchel of belongings in her arms.

She wipes a tear from her face, as if she’d been walking across dunes of dry sand for miles. Her feet visibly shaken by tiredness beneath her. Yet, when she looks over, a broad Mandalorian approaches the cliffs by way of armor.

“Are you in distress, lost?”

She eyes him amidst the light, shaking her head to tell him no. Though from what he gathers, she exudes such emptiness, a warmth about her if only she would tell him what was wrong. He’ll have to be patient with her.

“Do not be afraid.”

And something deep inside herself whispers for her not to be, when he asks her if she would like to walk with him somewhere, hand in hand, together.

Perhaps she was somewhat of a lone drifter, herself, where Din had found her…

The sand sweeps past Obi Wan then, the lightened specks, taking to his hands…

And now, here lies, the future…

“Darling, those flowers are lovely where they are, no sense in moving them!”

Playfully, he whips around her, pulling her into him at the waist, laughing through kisses left behind to her lips – her neck, in a most affectionate trail.

“Our home should be perfect, Obi Wan!”

“It will be, I am sure of it. And when Din returns, I’m sure he will think so as well.”

Her eyes suddenly fall themselves the slightest bit downcast, saddened by him not being there.

“I worry for them.”

“I know. Have faith, my dear. All will be set right. I sense it in my heart.”

She nods in understanding.

“I just want the little one to be safe, it’s all my fault, if I had been there…”

In the present, Obi Wan breathes, trying to make sense of what she’s saying to him.

Has something happened to the child? Had Din rushed off to help him?

“If we had been there, who knows what might have been. All we can do now is lean into hope.”

Obi Wan brushes past her face with the tips of all his fingers, kissing her softly and slow.

What appears to be their new dwelling seems quite beautiful like this, in this dream of pure light, and infinite wonder. How could anyone think of taking that luxury away from them?

Soon, the vision breaks once more, a holomessage from the Mandalorian himself awakening his sight to a striking image there in blue. A man with a serious expression on his face, seemingly unphased by it, stands watching the image play from where he listens.

“Moff Gideon. You have something I want. You may think you have some idea what you are in possession of, but you do not. Soon, he will be back with me. He means more to me than you will ever know.”

The man turns away from the static, dressed in black with a cape softly billowing beside him in what appears to be a similar fashion to his predecessors. He is no less intimidated by Din’s most powerful declaration, when suddenly he ignites a weapon at his side, something quite incredible that Obi Wan hasn’t known of in years…

The dark saber.

At this striking fill of past and present, Obi Wan opens his eyes, staring out toward the shadowed distance of this place, when suddenly, another force of a voice approaches him there.

“Master Kenobi, if you are here, then the course of time you’ve been led on, has already come to pass.”

“Master Cordova…”

The vision of the older gentleman faithfully smiles.

“Always place trust in the light side of the force, no matter what lies ahead. Without great love such as what you’ve found and shown, it will cease to exist.”

Obi Wan listens.

“Trust that all will be well, this is not the end…for any of you. The future you seek is far greater than any of us had ever known.”

“I will, Master, you have my word.”

“Good. Now go in peace. Your journey has only just begun. And may the force be with you always.”

…

It’s that time of day when golden hour approaches itself into stillness, the air moving softly, and rustling the grass as the sun sets into taking its final bow; little boglings making eyes with your own as if sweetly willing you into petting them, and a creek of water, flowing itself through it all, so gentle.

With Grogu nestled in his pouch at your side, clutching his favorite stuffed bantha toy in his tiny hands, you watch him fondly as he begins to close his eyes, taking in all of your surroundings; the sounds of wildlife and song sparrows, guiding your heart and mind further into calm.

“What are you thinking Mesh’la?”

When you slip away from the glow of the horizon, a familiar hiss rises into being from behind you then, with Din removing his helmet and gesturing his hands into wrapping themselves further with an insistent press there around.

“Only that you mean everything to me.”

He caresses your face, breathing you in at the sight of your hands and how they wander over to the intimate space meant for them behind his neck; feeling all the ways your fingertips glide throughout the mess of waves that is his hair, so beautiful in how you cater to him.

“Everything, and more.”

When your lips touch in those passing moments, slotting together fervently where your sighs begin and gravitate toward their end, it’s as though no time has truly gone by at all. Kissing him like this, deeply and intuitively, makes all the world of sense. Devoid of thought or fear, you can’t imagine ever wanting more.

This was your home.

Him, the foundling, and now, Obi Wan.

“Din…”

“I mean it.”

And just then, however tiredly, your softened drifter emerges from the temple; your hands, quick to envelop his where his sterling eyes begin to catch onto every last remaining feel of light.

The bits of amber to be found inside of them, leave you breathless by surprise.

“Have you found the peace you were looking for, Obi Wan?”

He whispers just a simple form of yes just below the shell of your waiting ear, when Din comes back around, reaching for him all at once.

“Are you alright, ner kar’ta?”

The kiss he steals from him comes just as effortlessly as all the ones you too had been after, sliding in a melding of pleasurable scratches that carry over with his honeyed jaw, with Obi Wan reassuring him in breathtaking fits of wordlessness that he was fine, against every plane of Din’s upturned mouth.

“I am. I promise.”

And somehow, like always, all of you tend to forget so easily where you are.

…

a few weeks later.

Like all things, the days had slowly gone by on Bogano, where mornings of waking before the rising of the dawn had become something all of you had aspired to.

Where daylight had glistened with the sun, the air had often greeted you tenderly, soothing your eyes into a kind and gentle close when Obi Wan had insisted that meditation be a good thing for all of you.

So, with a silly, lively baby in tow, making it nearly impossible to actually focus on anything else, with most days turning into promises for trying again later; with Din always shaking his head into laughter with a smile.

You liked the way joy and comfort looked upon him, bearing all his teeth into a wholesome grin where that very familiar dimple in his cheek could be found…

He remembers all the ways you enjoy tracing over it, kissing the bare patch left behind along his jaw when he lays his head to rest against the comfort of his pillows. How Obi Wan undresses, still, almost shyly in the evenings, hands softened at his sides, and all the more patient when he reaches for them…

It’s something cherished that you’ve settled into, more time made for wishing and less given way to any inkling of impossible nerves.

You’re more open now with your thoughts – all of you are. No secrets left behind to the hidden, or to the force. Whispers shared of your dreams, and all of your hopes; your sincerest wants, so freely chosen for the night, where in gentle passes starlight lingers.

It wills you to imagine distant planes of being when you look up toward the sky, stealing away moments solely for the act of looking when the ones you love so deeply take up such heartfelt space there by your side.

You would do anything for them, as would they, for you. A bond spoken and felt so deeply, there’s nothing more you could ever think of asking for.

“The time has come, my darling girl to leave this place.”

“Are you ready, Mesh’la?”

With his forehead lightly pressed to yours, your lips envelop his with a tender smile, before turning to Obi Wan where he embraces you safely inside his arms. His chest is warm, as are Din’s enclosed palms, bringing you closer where you can not help folding further into them.

“I am. But, where will we go?”

Your handsome Jedi gives nothing else away, except that of an all knowing smile. Din leans into it, favoring his loving shade of auburn laced with gold.

“The choice of destination is entirely yours.”

“Mm.”

Din hums in silent confirmation – but only after stealing an eager kiss away from Obi Wan’s parted open mouth…

Typical.

You can’t help it, you love them all the more for it.

“Somewhere peaceful, just as long as we are together.”

“Always, cyar’ika.”

“Of course.”

Din whispers this held inside all of your shared feel of closeness, his cape turning itself away to the wind, before ascending the Razor Crest’s ramp.

With the utmost of love held inside your hearts, you can only imagine what soon will come; the possibility of new adventures ahead, and a life well lived that has been so much better than the pasts you’d remembered from before.

And maybe…just maybe, they’ll let you settle down someplace with waterfalls.

… ❤️

translations:

mesh'la – beautiful

cyare – beloved

cyar'ika – darling, sweetheart

ner kar'ta – my heart

vod'ika – little sister

ad’ika – little one, son, daughter

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