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creativemessbyvd · 2 years

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Presenting a snippet of Chapter one for my SW meets B99 (not beta read, all mistakes are mine and misspells are from my autocorrect that hates see names 😁)

Fic Idea Vault #9: WIP The Galaxy's Finest: A B99 AU

Corellia - Precinct 9-9 - Morning Briefing 8:50 am

Ahsoka Tano stood in front of her squad and thought that they were as good as ready for their new Captain. She wished they would be a little more professional but at least for now, Skywalker's often hyperactive energy that made everyone else act foolish was contained as he tried to draw Djarin's attention as the Armored man spoke with Antilles and tried to ignore Luke. Worse then school children, but they were at least bringing the best numbers they had seen, and it kept morale high.

Knowing that their new Captain would not be in until 9 sharp, she let them go and watched as was expected, for Skywalker to make a fool of himself in front of their new Captain. She could have stopped this, but she felt it was high time Luke learned to be an adult.

Their new captain wore armor painted primarily in orange with black accents. The parts not painted shone bright with the tell of beskar. He had come in with the helmet on, and stood as Luke tried and failed to get his dignity back on the first impression. He took the helmet off and revealed a slight smirk, prompting Luke to continue with his sad impression of a droid. Once Luke was unable to continue, he addressed the rest of the bullpen.

"Everyone, I am your new Commanding Officer, Commander Cody Fett. I am looking forward to working with you all. That will be all. Sargent Tano, a word in my office please."

Ahsoka made sure to give Luke her most disappointed stare as she followed Commander Fett into his office. She ignored the voice of Cobb as he told the rest that he got a gay vibe from their new Commander and closed the door. She turned to observe the man fix minute details on his desk, and noted that he hadn't truly changed in the years since she had last seen him. More laugh lines were present at the corners of his eyes and the grey hair at his temples gave away his age now, but that didn't stop his presence from commanding respect, especially with the scar so prominently around his left eye.

"I hope you find everything to your liking sir, and let me welcome you warmly to the 9-9. I promise my detectives are not immature on their cases."

"No need to apologize Sergeant, I understand that some childish behavior keeps things lively, though I am interested in knowing more of your squad form your perspective." He came around the desk once more and both stood and gazed at their people through the glass of the office.

"At the back there we've got Karga and Motto, they are out oldest detectives, they stay around their desk and do paperwork. Peli Motto is an expert with machinery and Kreef Karga has the most extensive network of snitches around, but most of the time they'll rather sit and stay here then be out in the field." She pointed to the duo as they talked from their desks. Peli was taking apart something new today and Greef pretended to do work but was really watching something on his computer.

"They also make good coffee." Ahsoka tried to salvage something but Commander Cody just nodded and she continued.

"Now for my best." She pointed out to the back of the room where the kitchen was. "Han Solo is a dedicated and meticulous detective. He tries to be suave and cool, but he'll often be found completing paperwork late into the evening. He was quite the risk taker but having Detective Chewbacca as his partner early on left him with some a good sense for details, but now the risk taking has turned into hardly speaking up for himself, even while being the primary on a case. He's trying his best at least to be more assertive."

"I knew Detective Chewbacca, he will be missed but I'm glad he found his place in the Wilderness Program. I'm glad he could rile in Detective Solo. Who's the young woman he just approached?" Solo had approached a woman as she tried to her work, she replied to something he said and he raised his hands and kept on his way.

"Detective Leia Antilles has a strong sense of justice, she's quick on her feet and can take on anyone three times her size. She's got a reputation for being terrifying. She's also very private and hardly talks about herself so she's honestly an enigma. Can't really tell you much else that you probably already don't know."

"Hmm yes, I will be speaking to her about her petition for her paretange to remain underwraps but I cannot blame her for it though." Commander Cody nodded and Ahsoka felt it was good enough to continue.

"Next we got Detective Din Djarin. He cuts a formidable figure in full beskar armor and while Antilles prefers her private life to remain so, Din is often our less talktive member. He'll sometimes make our perps talk just by standing around and looking menacing. But he's a sweetheart underneath it all, and you won't find anyone who is as sweet to our victims as Djarin. I know he'll be very excited to have you here sir, you would be our only other Mandalorian with him." Ahsoka and Commander Cody watched as Din wrote up reports on his desk, despite the blabbering of his deskmate in front of him.

"Djarin never takes of his helmet correct?" Commander Cody looked thoughtful and thankfully lost in thought enough that he might have missed as Luke took food from his desk and ate it. Ahsoka was sure that it would be days old snacks that made Skywalker's desk the perfect buffet for all types of critters.

"Yes, sir. We have made all pertinent accomodations for it, I believe it has to do with his particular convert's beliefs."

Commander Cody nodded turning to her and lifing his helmet still held in his arm. "Some Mandalorians still hold onto old beliefs, including only ever displaying their faces to direct clan and family. Now a days, such matters are less rooted on Mandalorian law and more on preference. I will speak to Detective Djarin to better understand his needs, but I know that you already have accommodated him as best as you could and I thank you for it."

"I try to keep all my detectives best interests at hand and keep them comfortable sir, no need to thank me." Ahsoka would be remiss if she didn't make sure that all her people were happy working in the 99.

"Tell me more of meep morph."

Ahsoka tried not to laugh at Luke's unfortunate new nickname, and focused on her most childish but best detective.

"Luke Skywalker is our youngest, messiest and most childish detective. But he makes up for it all by being one of our best. Luke is dedicated to his job, he'll find the most unconventional ways to solve his cases, but he will solve them. He delights in solving puzzles and has always wanted to be a detective. The only puzzle he has yet to solve is how to grow up." Ahsoka's point was perfectly made as Luke once again tried to distract Din and danced away to go talk to Han by his desk.

"Funny," the Commander noted. They turned their backs to the window and sat down at the desk. Ahsoka was glad to note that Commander Cody looked right sitting behind the desk, and she knew how much he had sacrificed to be here today.

"The 9-9 is a great precinct Sargent, but I want to make it the best in Corellia. You know my history, you know what this means to me."

Ahsoka nodded, "I understand sir, where do you want us to start?"

"We'll start with your youngest, something tells me he will be the most rewarding if we can get him to 'grow up'". Ahsoka had never been one to back down from a challenge and just knew that Luke had met his match.

#my writing #fic idea vault #fic idea vault 9 #B99 SW AU #star wars #brooklyn nine nine #the mandalorian #commander cody #ahsoka tano #luke skywalker #din djarin #leia organa #han solo

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hellcaster901 · 4 years

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Confession

Summary: After confessing feelings on the near death bed of Mando, things are silently awkward until things finally change.

Warnings: SMUT! a bit of fluff!

AN: First Mandalorian One-shot. Trying to branch out. Let me know if this is something I should keep doing!

I played with the Child on the floor of the Razor Crest, the small metal ball Din once gave me was now a fan favorite as I rolled it away from him, his little body waddling as he tried to grab it.

Ever since Nevarro, things have been… different. Ever since I confessed how I felt towards the Mandalorian there hasn’t been anything said between us since, and I’m sure this is what he preferred. I bit the inside of my cheek, thinking back on that day.

My heart broke as I watched her drag Mando in, pulling him to the tilted table and resting him on it. The shooting stopped for a moment as I ran over to him, kneeling by his side. “Look, we can fix ya.” I mumbled, reaching across the way to the bag I dropped earlier, searching for my med pack, my hands shaking. I froze as a gloved hand grabbed mine. I looked up, his head tilted towards me.

“I’m not going to make it. You need to go.” He weakly said. My chest tightened as tears began to fill my eyes.

“No.” I shook my head. “I’m not accepting that answer.”

“You were just shaken up.” Cara added, cupping the back of his helmet to help him stand before she pulled back, bright red painting her hand. We both stopped, staring at one another, each of us knowing what this meant. I reached for my med pack again as Cara reached for his helmet.

“No.” He snapped, grabbing her hands, pulling them away. “You need to leave me.” He gasped, looking back at me. “Make sure the child is safe.”

“Mando..” I whispered, grabbing his hand as he reached up, grabbing onto a necklace wrapped around his neck, tugging it off swiftly.

“At the Mandalorian covert, show them this.” He handed Cara a silver charm. “Tell them it's from Din Djarin. The foundling was in my protection, and they will help you.”

“You’re coming with us.” I told him, opening the med pack, “I don’t care what you say.” I couldn’t leave him, not after everything he’s done for me, not without telling him how I felt. I gasped as a ball of fire came through the broken wall, Cara grabbing my shirt and tugging me down on top of Mando as she covered us both, Mando’s jagged breathing filling my ears.

“Protect the child.” He told us, “I can hold them back long enough for you to escape. Let me have a warrior's death.”

“I won’t leave you.” Cara stated.

“This is the way.” He weakly said.

“Fuck the way, Mando. We need you.” I pleaded, his head tilting towards me. I could feel his eyes searching my face as I let the tears fall. “The child, he needs you… I need you Mando.” I added, my hand tightening around his. Another shot of flames came through the blasted door, Cara grabbing me once again as we covered Mando. I glanced up, seeing the clone walkthrough, his white armour painted with red on the edges as he held his weapon towards us. I was ready to duck, protect Mando the best I can as we met our end. But I soon saw the Child waddle his way towards the man, lifting his small hands up. I watched with amazement with whatever powers he had he used, the direction of the fire no longer coming towards us rather shot back at the trooper, burning the man in the armour. Whatever creature this child was, I can see why Gieon wanted him.

“It’s open, let’s go!” Greef hurried, looking at us with a wild eye as the IG unit kicked open the metal grate.

“Go.” Mando gasped towards us, squeezing my hand as he gently shoved Cara to leave. “Go. Take care of the child.” He whispered to me. Cara stood, staring down at him with sadness.

“Din.” I whispered, his name leaving my lips before I even realized. A small gasp left his lips, the sound amplified by the helmet. I placed my hands on his helmet, almost imagining what his face felt like, wondering if this really is the last time I’d ever see him. “Thank you, for everything you did for me.” I watched as my tears landed on his helmet, rolling down the metal and landing on his cloak. I placed a small kiss on the cheek of his helmet. “I love you.” I whispered, pulling away from him, tears falling harder. “I’m sorry I had to tell you this way.” I didn’t wait for a response as I stood, taking a step away.

I jumped slightly, the Child shaking me from my thoughts as he grabbed at my shirt, hanging on me, cooing. “What do you want.” I laughed, picking up the child and lifting him into the air, his smile widening as he looked down at me. “Is this what you wanted?” I laughed, he only giggled at me, as he let me move him around.

After what happened with Gideon and everything on Nevarro, and the droid saving Mando, I was sure Mando wouldn’t want me on his crew anymore, considering what I told him. I was fully prepared to stay on the planet with Cara and Greef, planning on making it what it once was. But his simple question of ‘are you coming?’ was enough to know that I was still wanted.

The child yawned down at me, his eyes fluttering as I tucked him to my chest. “Let’s get you to your pod.” I smiled. He cooed as I set him into his pod, the door sliding shut as I watched his little eyes shut.

“Is he asleep?” I jumped, turning around and seeing Mando stand there, barely hearing him make his way from the cockpit.

“Yes, just put him down.” I smiled. He gave me a slight nod, turning his back on me. “Mando.” I called, surprising myself as I called his name. He stopped in his stance, his head turning towards me. I knew I wanted to bring up my confession, talk to him about how I felt, facing the fact that he didn’t feel the same way, but I needed to hear it from him. “Goodnight.” Was all I said.

I was scared.

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

I tossed and turned in my sleeping cot, harshly kicking off the blanket from my body with a huff. I couldn’t sleep, my mind won't calm down, the thoughts of what happened on Nevarro and the fact we were in this awkward silence frustrated me, leaving me over thinking everything I did and everything he did.

I swung my legs over the side of the cot, my bare feet hitting the cold floor as I stood. The oversize shirt I wore fell to mid thigh as I walked. I knew that I couldn’t sleep, and I knew that staying on my cot wasn’t going to work, so I might as well have something to entertain me as I was up at these hours.

I climbed the ladder towards the cockpit, the door sliding open as my bare feet slapped against the flooring. I spinned Mando’s chair towards me, settling myself by sitting on my right leg and hooking the heel of my left foot onto the chair, my knee to my chest. I spun myself until I was facing the galaxy, the bright stars from far away blinding as we floated in absolute nowhere. It was peaceful, being the only ones here, staring off at the infinity of planets and stars. No matter how many times I saw this, it never got old for me.

My mind wandered from thought to thought, of the Child, my life before this, to my life now and finally to The Mandalorian I travelled with. It was hard not to overthink things with him, with how silent he was and not mentioning what happened. If anything, it was like he was trying to forget that ever happened, that I ever confessed how I felt. Maybe if that’s what he wanted, maybe that’s what I’ll have to do. Just forget.

It felt like forever as I sat there, staring off at the galaxy, counting the many stars, or connecting the bright bulbs in my head as my worries and thoughts faded, my eyes drooping slightly as I curled into myself, my eyes shutting softly as I drifted to sleep.

I groaned, rolling onto my side as I tucked the blanket closer to my chin, bringing my knees up as I huddled under the thin blanket, the thin cot moving beneath me as I found a comfortable position. I almost fell back to sleep, before I remembered what happened last night.

I sat up in my cot, looking around, the lights from the ship giving me some room to see. I remembered going up to the cockpit, sitting in Mando’s chair and looking at the stars.

“Oh my god.” I groaned, rubbing my eyes. I must’ve fallen asleep. How the hell did I get here? I blushed at the thought of Mando finding me in his chair, and I blushed even harder at the thought that he carried me to my sleeping cot. I don’t know how he went down the ladder, but he managed and got me to my bed in one piece. I pulled back the blanket, blushing even harder thinking of Mando seeing my bare legs out for him to see. This was all an embarrassing moment for me, thinking of Mando finding me and dragging me back to my spot. I shook my head from it, knowing he wasn’t going to say anything when I saw him.

I quickly dressed, pulling on the boots I had and searching for the Child. I climbed the ladder to the cockpit, my footsteps echoing off the walls. I quickly noticed the Child swerved as he heard me, gurgling with excitement and lifting his arms up. “Hey there.” I whispered, noticing out of the corner of my eye Mando turned slightly, looking at me. And just like I figured, he didn’t say anything as he turned back, focusing on where he was going. With a small sigh I picked the child up, placing him on my hip and turning towards the Mandalorian. “Are we heading somewhere?”

“There’s a bounty I picked up from Kreef.” He told me, his voice filtered through his helmet.

“Where at?” I asked, The Child grabbing at my shirt tugging.

“On Arvala-7. It’s going to be a quick one.” I nodded, turning away.

“Do you want something to eat?” I whispered to the Child. He squealed.

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I stood to the side, arms crossed as I watched Mando gather his things together, ready to leave to collect the bounty. It seemed like it didn’t bother him as I watched, and if it did he didn’t care to tell me to stop. Watching the way he moved around, his cloak following as he turned.

“I should be back by tonight.” He told me, turning towards me. I blushed under his gaze, my arms tightening around me. “It should be an easy bounty.” I nodded, watching as he got ready to leave.

“Be careful.” I called, watching as he froze, his head tilting slightly towards me. “Please come back.” I know I sounded pathetic, and maybe I was, but I had to let him know I was here to stay and be with him. He only nodded towards me, stepping down the ramp.

Hours later from cleaning up around the ship, double checking our supplies and even our med packs, the hot sun turned the cool breeze of night, the ship darkening as the day changed.

I didn’t even try to sleep in my bed as I changed into my oversized shirt. I instantly made my way towards the cockpit, the ladder digging into my bare feet as I climbed. The room was dark, the open dark world staring back at me through the glass as I made my way towards Mando’s chair. I turned the chair, a folded blanket resting. My heart swelled at the thought of Mando leaving this here. I grabbed the corner of the blanket, wrapping myself in the fabric, settling myself onto the chair, pulling my knees up to my chin once again as I watched the open world.

It felt like forever as I sat there, wondering where Mando was as the night went on. I wasn’t waiting on him, as much as I tried to convince myself that’s what it was, I just couldn’t sleep.

I sighed deeply, shifting in the chair as I leaned forward, resting my elbows on my thighs and my head on my hands, watching as the sky moved above me. My mind began to wonder, thinking of Mando, wondering what he really looked like. Of course, I would never ask him to take his helmet off for me, it was the way, and the only time I ever felt that his religion wasn’t a good enough excuse was when I thought he was dying.

My brain raked over the possible combinations of what he looked like. Did he have dirty blonde hair with blue eyes, or maybe did he have dark chocolate hair with equally dark eyes. My thighs clenched around the thought of the second possibility. I knew what his skin was like, I’ve had to patch his wounds more than one occasion, and each time never failed to leave me a blushing mess. He had this gorgeous soft tan skin, and it felt like it went on for miles whenever I tried to patch him up. The dark hair and eyes combo only matched with his skin. I knew he would never take the helmet off. Being a mandalorian was all he ever knew, and taking away what he knew probably scared him.

I jumped out of my day dreaming as I heard loud bangs coming from below, heavy panting and grunts echoing through the ship. I stood from the chair, making my way towards the door, glancing down the opening and seeing Mando standing there, breathing heavy as he shoved his bounty, freezing him in carbonite. I hurried down the ladder, turning to see Mando groan roughly, his hand coming to his side.

“You’re hurt.” I stated, not hesitating as I turned towards the medical box under the bench.

“It’s nothing.” He shot back, groaning as he took a step forward, clenching at his side.

“Hush it.” I bit back, grabbing the med pack. “Can you sit?” I asked, coming up to him. I could feel the side eye he was giving me watching as I stood patiently next to him, not budging like I’m sure he was hoping. With a defeated sigh he went to the bench, a harder groan leaving him as he sat down. I kneeled on the floor, the metal flooring digging into my bare knees as I opened the med pack on the bench next to him. “Can I…?” I asked, pointing to his clothing. A slight nod was all I needed as I reached for his shirt, lifting the soaked material and seeing the deep cut on his side. I winced at the redness of his skin, and the dark liquid that dripped from the wound. “What happened?” I grabbed a piece of cloth, soaking up the blood, and cleaning around the wound.

“He had friends.” He said, watching me as I cleaned up the blood, gently patting around the opened skin. I nodded, reaching for my kit. “Bounty was a little harder than I expected.”

I worked in silence, closing his wound, stopping whenever he flinched away from me, or whenever I heard the slight hitch in his breath as I worked. With a wet cloth I cleaned the rest of the blood away, seeing the tan skin I was daydreaming about not so long ago. I have to say it now.

“I’m sorry.” I started, continuing to clean the blood off. We both knew that this was something he could do, but he let me continue.

“For what?” I glanced up, wondering if his eyes were really on me or staring past my head at something on the ship.

“For what I said… on Nevarro.” I muttered out, another blush rising on my cheeks, knowing this was when he was going to reject me, or tell me that he’ll drop me off at the next planet. Either way, I would get my answer. “It was… a lot, and it just came out.” I tried to explain, dropping my hand from his side, looked up at him, knowing this time he was looking right at me. I suddenly became painfully aware of my clothing situation, the shirt I wore hitched up slightly showing more of my thighs.

“You didn’t mean it?” I was taken aback at the question, not really sure how he was going to respond but I was sure it wasn’t going to be that question. I opened my mouth to talk but only a small gurgle was heard. We both looked back at the pod I placed the Child in, the door opened and the child sitting there smiling at the both of us. I let out a sad sigh, a small smile on my face as I stood up, trying to ignore the breeze that hit my bare legs. I reached for the child, his arms high in the air as he was ready to be picked up. I placed him on my hip, a tired yawn leaving his body. “I’ll clean up.” Mando spoke, fixing his clothes and standing, he grunted softy, grabbing at his side as he collected the med pack. “Go get some sleep.” That’s all he said as he cleaned up, turning his back to me. I held the child to me, making my way to my sleeping cot.

“Din.” I whispered, turning on my heels towards him. I saw the way he froze at his real name, the way it felt slipping from my lips felt more natural than calling him Mando. “I did mean it.” I confessed, holding the child closer to me. I watched as he stood there, staring down at the med pack and letting my words process. “I’m not expecting anything from you, only that you know how I feel.” It was all I said before I turned back around.

I laid in bed, the blanket covering me as the events that unfolded only a couple hours ago replayed in my mind, the way his skin looked, the way I told him how I felt. Everything. I took a deep breath, sitting up and shaking my head, my hair falling from the loose ponytail and falling around my face. The Child was no longer with me. His tiny body became fussy, no longer wanting to be with me as I was taking up his space on MY bed. He soon found himself back into his pod, his own area for him to spread out as much as he wanted.

I sat quietly in my sleeping cot, hearing the wind move the ship, the creaks echoing in my ear as they went on. I soon heard light footsteps along the metal flooring. I’m sure it was Din, taking care of whatever he needed to do, but I kept listening. Hearing as he moved along the ship, and soon those footsteps became closer and closer, the louder they got the more my heart raced. Soon the footsteps stopped, right outside my corner, the thin sheet metal that divided the rest of the ship to my personal space hid Din as he stood there. I sat up in my cot, listening to see if he was going to walk away, knock or anything. But nothing happened as he still stood there.

I stood from my sleeping cot, taking small hesitant steps towards the door, almost like I was trying to pet a stray animal. When I got to the door, I took a moment, wondering if he was going to walk away, go back to how things were before and act like nothing happened. But he didn’t, he waited, almost like he knew I was standing right behind the sheet, both of us waiting for the other to move. And I did. I pressed the small pad, the door sliding open, Din standing there, the darkness hiding him.

“Din?”

I gasped as a bare arm reached for me, grabbing at the shirt and tugging me closer, my chest colliding with his strong chest. I was speechless as he wrapped an arm around my waist, his other hand snaking his way up to my face, his gloveless hand caressing my cheek, his warm fingers digging into my neck.

“You meant it?” His voice came, no longer hidden behind his Mandalorian helmet, his voice sending chills down my back as I finally heard it.

“Always.” I whispered, too scared to move, afraid that if I move a muscle or go to touch him that he’d disappear, and it would be gone forever.

It was like we were stuck like this, my breast pressed tightly against his clothed chest, his arm firmly wrapped around my waist, almost like he was scared I was going to want to leave his embrace and his thumb brushing against my cheek. I gasped as he moved his hand, his thumb touching the corner of my lips, his thumb brushing against the softness of my bottom lip. I reached up, wrapping a small hand around his wrist, my other hand pressing softly against his chest, my own heart racing as I felt his rapidly thumping against his chest. “Say it.” He spoke softly, his voice making me clench my thighs. The darkness of my room hid his face, something I’m sure he knew, but that fact that he felt comfortable enough to come here without his helmet on was enough to make my heart swell.

I timidly reached up, cupping his cheek with my hand, gasping softly at the feel of his skin under mine. His jaw was prickly, the hair he was growing poking against my hand as I moved it towards his hair. My fingers found soft thick waves of hair, my fingers weaving through, my nails digging softly into his scale as my hand closed around some locks of hair. He groaned softly, the sound sending chills straight to my core.

“I love you, Din.” I whispered. His breath hitched, the arm wrapped around me only tightened even more. His other hand reached down, grabbing a hold of my thigh, lifting me effortlessly, my legs wrapping around his waist. “You’re side.” I gasped, feeling the padding brush against my inner thigh

“I don’t care.” He whispered, his breath fanning around my lips, my mind going in scrambles as I registered how close his face really was, how close his lips were. “Say it again.” I pulled my hand from his hair, closing my eyes and letting my fingers glide over his features, feeling the facial hair he grew, the numerous scars on his face, my fingers tracing over the healed wounds.

“I love you, Din Djarin.” I whispered, cupping his cheek again. “I always will.” And almost like a dam broke, he leaned forward, our lips colliding. I moaned softly at the feel of his lips, my arms wrapping around his neck, my hand weaving back into his hair, tugging softly at the roots. He moaned against my lips, his hand squeezing my thigh as he walked towards my cot, settling me down softly as he crawled on top of me. It was a mess of excited, nervous hands as he set me down. My hands grabbing at his back, his hands exploring my bare thighs, reaching up to my hips, the shirt bunching against his wrists as he moved his hands up, his calloused hands rubbing against my hips and waist as he kissed me.

He pulled away from my lips, trailing kisses down my cheek and neck, peppering kisses as he made his way down my chest, soft lips touching my collarbones, my thighs squeezing around his hips as he softly bit down on one. “Din.” I gasped, a hand back in his hair, tugging him up to my lips again. I don’t care how desperate I felt, or how desperate I was acting, but all did care about was keeping this man on top of me, and letting him do whatever he wanted to me.

“You’re so soft.” He whispered against my lips, his fingers digging into my hips. I moaned against him, my back arching, wanting to feel more of his weight on me. Stars, he could crush me and I’d be happy with that. I reached for the hem of his shirt, tugging quickly, and he got the hint. He pulled himself up, kneeling between my legs as he ripped the shirt from his body. I quickly reached for him, stopping him from coming back down on me.

“I want to feel you.” I whispered, my hands resting on his chest. His hands grabbed at my thighs, wanting to feel some part of me as I felt him up. I started my exploration slowly, letting my fingers glide along his collar bones, feeling even more small scars as I continued. I mentally took note of that, counting each one I hit. I felt Din’s breath quicken as I traveled lower, my fingers brushing against his nipples, his hard body flexing under my hands as I tried to memorize how he felt, his smooth skin feeling slik as I continued to take my time. “You’re handsome.” I whispered, my fingers trailing down his stomach.

“You can’t see me.” I could hear the amusement in his voice before a slight hitch when he felt my fingers trace the band of his pants.

“I don’t have to see you to know you’re handsome.” I whispered back, trying to imagine the look on his face as I teased him, dipping a finger below the ban of his pants, tugging slightly.

“You’re a tease.” he groaned, his hands squeezing my thighs. I knew I would have marks on them later on.

“I want to remember this.” I giggled, dragging my hands lower, my hands purposefully dragging against his bulge. He groaned loudly, his cock twitch beneath his restraints at the touch. “Can I?” I asked, wondering if he could see the innocent look I gave him as I stared up at him.

“Maker, yes.” A desperate sigh leaving his lips. I bit my bottom lip, slipping a hand down his pants, a bustle of soft curls brushing against me as I wrapped a small hand around his hardened length. “Fuck.” He groaned harshly, his hands grabbing my hips now, his fingers digging into my sides. I gasped at the roughness, my pussy clenching around nothing at the thought of him being rough with me. Something I’ll have to bring up another time.

I hooked my fingers into the band of his pants, tugging them down over his hips, his hands quickly following suit and swiftly tugging them to his thighs. I swallowed nervously as I wrapped a hand around him again, feeling how thick he really was against my hand. How hot and heavy he was, throbbing as I touched him, wondering how in the hell he was going to fit this in me.

“You’re huge, Din.” I shyly whispered, pumping him slowly in my hand, my thumb brushing along the tip, collecting the pre cum that was starting to collect. I wasn’t sure if he could see me, but the chance to not do this was slim to nothing. I brought my thumb up to my lips, dragging the salty mixture against my tongue, moaning softly at the taste of him.

“Did you-?” He softly asked, a whimper leaving him as I wrapped my hand around him again, pumping him a little hard this time.

“Yes.” I squeezed my hand around him, his hips bucking at the sensation.

“Maker, you’re going to kill me.” He whispered. He quickly got rid of his pants, tossing them to the side as he landed back on me, grabbing my face with both hands and kissing me hard. This time around felt quicker, almost more desperate as we realized that this was really going to happen. He dragged his hands down my body, squeezing my breasts roughly together, both of us moaning until his hands got to my panties, hooking his rough fingers, ripping the material off of me, flinging them across the room. “Y/N.” He moaned slowly, dragging a finger between my soaked lips, coating his fingers, collecting my juices as he brought his fingers up, my hips bucking against him at the soft touches. I could hear the wet sound of him sucking on his fingers, moaning softly at the taste of me. “You tasted so sweet.” He whispered to me, but low enough that it could’ve been to himself.

I gasped as his fingers found my clit, instantly rubbing small fast circles, my hips jerking against him at the sensation.

“Din!” I gasped, my hand grabbing on his forearm, my other one dragging my nails down his chest as he pleasured me. He growled at the pain, only quickening his fingers against me. “Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.” I begged. My thighs wanting to close, almost pull myself away from what I was feeling, but Din’s strong legs kept me spread, not budging as I bucked against him. His fingers moved against me quickly, two long fingers pushing at my entrance, stretching me open. “Stars.” I gasped, throwing my head back as he stretched me open, scissoring his fingers, feeling my walls clench around him.

“You’re so tight.” He grunted, his arm flexing as he held himself up. “So wet.”

“I want you Din.” I gasped, “Please, I need you.” I begged. It was like an animal the way he grabbed me. He growled above me at my pleas, I whimpered at the loss of his fingers gasping as he grabbed my shirt and ripping it off of me, our skin meshing together as he leaned down to kiss me, my arms wrapped around his shoulders, his hands grabbing my thighs and hitching them up around his waist, his fingers digging into the skin as he rubbed against me, his cock bumping against my clit, my back arching at the contact.

“I-” Din mumbled against my lips, pulling away from me. My heart stopped, wondering if this was suddenly a mistake, something he was only doing for the hell of it. It was like all air was ripped from my lungs, waiting for his response. I could feel his eyes searching my face, I could basically hear the gears in his head move as he tried to figure out what he wanted to say, trying to figure out what his next words were. “I love you too.” He whispered. I felt my heart explode, the air that once left my lungs quickly came back. I pulled him back down to me, our lips meeting once again as he grabbed at my soft skin, almost memorizing like I did.

He reached between us, grabbing a hold of his cock, lining himself to my entrance. “Be gentle.” I whispered, playing with the hairs on the back of his neck. “You��re bigger than I imagined.” I whispered shyly.

“You imagined this?” He questioned, teasing me a little more at my confession. I nodded, trying to find the words, but my mind was drawing a blank as he rubbed against me. THe tip of his cock dragging through my folds and tapping against my clit as he waited for an answer.

“You didn’t?” I confidently asked. He groaned harshly against me, lining himself up not giving me a warning as he spread me open slowly as he pushed in. I whimpered as he stretched me, I just knew that it was going to be a tight squeeze.

He groaned as he slid in with ease, feeling like forever as he took it slow, letting me adjust to his size and girth. I held the back of his neck tightly, my other hand reaching down and grabbing his arm again, not really sure where to grab, but touching him was always the safest option.

It felt like he was splitting me in two, and it was something I wanted to feel for the rest of my life. I’ve never been stretched like this before, the way he was able to fit in me, a snug enough fit, almost like we were meant to be.

“You’re so tight.” He growled above me, his hand squeezing my thigh. I clenched around his cock, making his hips buck, more of his cock sliding in. I gasp loudly, arching into him at the pleasure. “I’m sorry.” He breathed, stopping his movements. I shook my head, wrapping a leg around his waist, tugging him closer. He bottomed out in me, skin meeting skin as both of us groaning inunison at how he filled me. “Fuck.” He hissed, dropping his head onto my shoulder. I could stay just like this for the rest of my life. This gorgeous man filled me to the brim. It was like heaven as he laid above me.

He didn’t have to say anything to let me know that he was going at my pace, letting me adjust to the size of him. I hummed softly as he peppered kissing along my shoulder and neck, nipping at my skin, raising his head. “You feel so good.” He mumbled against my lips, placing a soft kiss. “Never felt anything like you before.” I blushed under him, turning away. I felt him grab my chin, turning my head back. “You’re beautiful when you blush.” Din was a man with very few words, I always assumed it was because he didn’t care, but after this, I want him to talk to me every minute of every day. I pulled him down to me, my mouth to his ear.

“You can move.” I whispered, biting my bottom lip in anticipation. He groaned softly, wasting no time as he slowly pulled out. I moaned, feeling the delicious pull against my walls. He thrust into me, grunting into my neck as he set the pace, our bodies merging into one as I held onto him, not daring to let go as he used me for what he wanted. “Din, you’re huge.” I mewled, my nails digging into his back.

“Fuck, Y/N.” He moaned, grabbing my chin again and turning my head, our lips meeting in a fiery kiss, our tongues tangled together as he thrusted in and out, the head of his cock getting deeper and deeper each time. The fact that that was even happening to my body was enough to make my mind go blank.

Din pulled away from me, grabbing the back of my thighs, lifting them towards my chest. I squealed at the new angle, his cock burrowing in a place I didn’t even know existed, hitting spots that made my body go limp in his hands. “Holy- fuck.” I gasp, the new angle deepening his thrusts. He panted, one of his hands leaving the back of my thighs, trailing up my stomach to my chest as he grabbed my breast, grabbing the soft skin.

“You’re taking me so well, cyar’ika.” I didn’t know what the nickname meant, but I still blushed, and the grunt that he said it with only made me clench around him. I was amazed with how he made my body react to him and the way his body reacted to me.

“You feel so good.” I whimpered, my hands fisting the thin blanket I laid on. His cock stretched me open, my legs shaking as he held them up them, his thumbs rubbing small circles as he thrusted. I needed more, I wanted more, but I felt he was holding back, not wanting to hurt me, or scare me away. I don’t think anything he could do could scare me away. “You won’t hurt me.” I whimpered, a particular deep thrust making my legs quiver. His thrust haltered for a moment, letting me know he knew what I meant.

“I don’t want to hurt you.” He grunted, his hands kneading the back of my thighs, trying to control himself. I shook my head, reaching down and grabbing onto his thighs, the muscles flexing.

“I promise you won’t.” I smiled, the pressure in my stomach building slowly but surely. “I want it too.” That’s all it took, the reassurance and he was gone. I never knew I was so flexible, but Din was able to prove me wrong as he pushed my knees to my chest, his hands gripping the flesh where ass met thigh as he pounded me. A small scream left my lungs as he worked himself into me, the sound of slapping skin and my wetness filling my ears and fueling the fire that burned in my stomach. All this pent up energy or anger for whatever he was keeping inside was all released as he fucked me.

“You’re so perfect, cyar’ika.” He grunted, his pace faltering a bit “Taking me like a good girl.” The praise made me clench, the fire burning hotter in my stomach.

“I’m so close, Din.” I whimpered, my thighs tensing as it grew closer.

“Come on, come on.” Din whispered to himself, slipping a hand between us and rubbing my clit in time with his strokes, my body shaking. “Cum for me, cyar’ika.” Those simple words were enough for the fire to engulf me. I grabbed onto his wrist, a sob slipping through my lips as my orgasm washed over me, shaking under Din as I coated his cock in my cum. He twitched inside me, my walls clenching around him as I came down, my body limp in his arms. “Good girl.” He grunted, “Where do you-”

“Inside me, please.” I whimpered, my body absolutely spent. Those three simple words was enough to send him over. Small moans and whimpers left me as I felt Din thrust harder into me, his grunts and moans of pleasure had goosebumps rising on my arms as he twitched inside me, his cock spurting warm ropes of cum into me.

“Fuck, Y/N.” He growled, grinding into me as he emptied himself in me, his cum coating my walls in white, filling me up. He fell against me, holding himself up by his forearms, my legs stiff as I moved them back around his waist.

We stayed like that, letting our bodies relax, trying to let our breathings calm as we laid there, letting what just happened process. I couldn’t even stop the giggle that came out, turning my head away from Din.

“What’s funny?” He mumbled against me, groaning softly as my walls tightened around his softening cock when I laughed.

“Nothing.” I lightly giggled, nuzzling into his neck, leaving a small kiss. “I’m just… happy.” I whispered against him. He chuckled lightly, before pushing himself up. I gasped as he slipped from me, already feeling the soreness as he turned my body. I hummed as he laid beside me, pulling me to him, my head resting on his chest, our legs tangled together. “I love you.” I whispered, a yawn escaping from me. My eyes became heavy, fluttering softly as my eyes closed.

“I love you.” Din whispered, letting his tiredness consume him.

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dinthehottotty · 3 years

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Catch Me If You Can

Summary: Din finds new meaning to old words.

Warnings: Straight, unadulterated, violently disgusting fluff. It's gross.

A/N: translations at the bottom. No editting.

Those five stupid words got him everytime. They always stirred a childish rivalry between the two of you and he hated it. He was well and grown, those insignificant words should have no effect on him.

But they did.

From the time you were both foundlings it burned him. Not because you were faster than him, because he managed to grab you everytime, but the fact that it always worked on him. He idly wondered if that's why he was so drawn to bounty hunting. Had you trained him to chase?

Often times, when he's flying through the endless streaking that is hyperspace he thinks about you. Hyperspace is to you as visiting the armorer is to his parents. The whirring of hyperspace makes him dream of you saying that like some sick nightmare.

He remembers the first time it's said to him, a couple weeks after he was rescued. He'd seen you, both of you young enough that you hadn't sworn the creed. He remembers you watching him with excited eyes and sneaking over to him when all he wanted was to cry again over the loss of his parents.

"It's easier not to think about it," you'd told him, "and when you do, think about the good things." It had surprised him. He'd never spoken a word, he quickly discovered you were a foundling yourself, rescued only a short time prior. You'd eased him a bit, accepting his quiet nature with your chatty one. He thinks often of your cheeky smile from youth. It's hard to imagine what it looks like now, all he sees when you laugh is just the endless times as children he saw your grin. How you stayed so upbeat he didn't know.

But when he'd dried his tears you begged him to play and he had. "Catch me if you can!" Was shouted and so began his rage because you flashed a devious look over your shoulder as you ran.

You dared him to try.

Then it continued.

Catch me if you can, as you were trained to fight and he'd chase you across the training fields. In the middle of brawls, you'd call it out and he'd immediately turn to chase. It was purely instinctual. How you found him that one time on some outer rim planet, magnitizing trouble his direction, he decided you were bad luck. You'd weezed it as you both sprinted from an unidentifiable creature that was ready to tear you both limb from limb. He'd punched the back of your helmet for it when you were both in private (and you found it hilarious as he shook his knuckles free from pain).

It turned into a joke you'd say. Because he might be faster than you but he always have to push himself to keep up with you. It was competitive but effortless on your part and that brought out the childlike indignation he buried down. You pushed all the buttons in the perfect sequence to rile him up. He hated it. He dreaded it.

You'd appear in the furthest reaches and the most annoying manner, sneaking up on him to whisper it like it was the funniest thing. Swooping in to steal his bounties at the most inconvenient times. He never understood it. You'd catch them just before him and dump them at his feet like a lothcat dropping a womp rat on its owners doorstep. Smug and proud.

You'd jibe him with those five words whenever you could. Some of the most difficult, dangerous bounties that could yield a mighty reward and you'd just... hand them over like it was nothing.

It frustrated him to no end. But there was nothing in the world that felt better than sacking you to the ground, he swears. He loved to win against you, even if it felt like you let him. He always second guesses himself when it happens because you laugh! Like it's all in the fun.

You snare him everytime with that line and he knows he's lost. You were a fierce warrior and honestly he was glad you didn't bounty hunt often. If you did he wouldn't have even half the credits.

You swore the creed before he did. Earned your signet before him. Won a blaster before he did. It was endless chasing and even when you lost he could never understand just why you seemed to enjoy yourself so much. He could never tell if you were a rival or a friend but deep down he always hoped it was just an annoying friend.

He felt like it was a waste of your talents for you to transfer to the covert under medicine instead of mercenary work. To be honest, though he had seen you work, fingers flying effortlessly. They were steady, even when covered in blood.

He tried to tell himself that he was just too exhausted from the last bounty to not clean up his newest wound. A few shallow stabs that he'd acquired in the scuffle of a twi'lek that refused to give in. Din had closed it with an emergency cauterizer but it was mess and awkward, especially the one on his hip.

The excuses kept rolling in his head of what he'd tell you on why he didn't just clean it up himself before he realized he couldn't stop thinking about your modulated laugh or the lightness of your gloved touch compared to his. (He was fully aware of how hard you could hit and was always amazed by the delicacy of your gentle touches.)

It was after he left the Cantina, delivering bounties, collecting rewards, internally punching Kreef, that he finally just admitted he missed you. He missed the only person he might call his friend.

Din is aware that this will be the third time in the last two months that he's sought you out in this manner. That it's becoming a habit instead.

So he tries not to limp to badly to the convert. When he reaches the medical room he feels disappointed that your armor doesn't catch his eye at first. You'd probably been requested on a mission, somewhere important.

That is until he spots you half hidden behind a curtain, hunched over another mandalorian and focused intensely on whatever was under the bandage you were staring at.

He'd seen you do that. You were evaluating. You'd stand still as a droid, thinking about whatever wild random thoughts came out of your head. Another thing that marveled him. You were so creative, always looking for a different way to do things, just for the fun of it. It frustratingly worked in your favor but he thinks it's got more to do with stubbornness than good logistics.

He shuffles that way, and if you notice, you don't acknowledge him as he sinks awkwardly into one of the chairs. He keeps his weight off his hip.

"There is an avaliable baar'ur on the otherside, vod." You murmur without looking up. You'd noticed him, however not noticed it was him.

"I'll wait," he rumbles and your head jerks up in response. He likes it more than he cares to admit because your straightening and evaluating him instead of the man on the table who is no doubt glaring at him. Din thinks it's one of the many that float around and boast for your attention.

"Did you get stabbed again?" You demand.

"Not deep." Your laugh flutters about and then your turning back to your current patient who relaxes as your finally return your attention on him.

"If you want an excuse to see me just ask, you don't have to hurt yourself to do it. Just stop by, bring me some shig." You say and begin to pick up tools. When you remove the bandage Din sees a healing wound. You were checking up on him.

"I'll remember that." He can feel your grin through your helmet.

By the time he was settled on the table for examination, you were already hovering over him. He shifted onto his good side, rolling toward you as he jerked his tunic up. He had to unclip his belt to lower his pants enough for the wound on his hip to show.

You were forced to ignore the glorious dark trail of hair beginning to peak out from the top of them.

He very nearly sighed in relief as your hands carefully braced over either wound and prodded gently. It makes his heart race. "Maker, Din," he could hear you hiss minutely. "Do I have to board your damn trash ship in order to keep you from doing this shit to yourself? I'm giving you bacta."

"Don't need it. And my ship is not trash." He grunts, making you twist your helmet toward his.

"Or'dinii," you grunt lowly. Maybe he was a bit of a moron. "I'm taking your cauterizer away." Finally, you draw away and begin to pull out supplies to clean and dress his wound.

"So I'll just bleed out next time?"

"It'd be a mercy." Din smiles under his helmet as you begin gently cleaning his gashes. You knew by this point that he also refused the local anesthetics by now. He couldnt feel your hands the last time.

Din relaxes against the table, calmed by your presence. "Do you want to stop by for dinner tonight?" You prompt him.

"I have bounties to hunt."

"Tell you what, have dinner with me tonight and I'll help you catch your next few."

"I don't need your help."

"Sure. Sure. I mean, you're totally up to catching me right now." Din feels the spike of emotion in his chest and groans in annoyance.

"I have caught you everytime, wounded or not," he growls. "Were not children anymore." He doesn't expect you to lean down to his helmet. It startles his heart into a sprint as you rub your thumb affectionately over his hip bone. What game was this? All he can see is his helmet reflecting in yours.

"If you haven't realized that I enjoy you chasing me at this point, I may have to spell it out for you, Din." Your threat has a mocking to it that pisses him off more, but he's tense under your thumb stretching to the inside of his pelvic bone. It's taunting, teasing.

"What's the point?"

"Maybe you'll have to try again and find out."

And you rose back to work silently on his wound, letting him mull over your words and over think the tension.

Finally, he's patched up properly and sits up on the table. "What time are you done here?" He asks.

"Twenty minutes ago."

"Why didn't you say anything."

"Doesn't matter, does it?" You make quick work of cleaning up your supplies. "So dinner?" You demand. Din grins under his helmet.

"Fine." He relents, climbing to his feet.

"Good. Oh, and Din," you lean close, backing him into the edge of the stone table your hand presses into his chest plate. "Catch me if you can." Before you take off like there's blaster fire.

You let him catch you this time, right in the entrance to your quarters. He tackles you through the curtain and you roll across the floor, laughing all the way. Clearly, you're enjoying as much as you did playing tag or hide and seek as kids. Despite the bite of pain in his wounds he wrestles your arms to the ground on top of you.

"You like this?" He demands, half amused.

"Yeah, you were the best part of my life when we were growing up, it brings me back, you know?" He tenses when you casually admit that. And the silence hangs heavy, only heavy breathing and the tap of beskar chests heaving against each other.

Then he headbutts the helmet to yours. "I... I think about your smile a lot... from when we were kids." You shift slowly under him, legs framing his hips.

"It's strange isn't it? That we've known each other so long and we don't look anything like we did the last time we saw one another." Your voices lowered.

"We... we could see each other again," he finds himself suggesting. You gasp quietly underneath him.

"Like... like leaving the covert?"

"If you... if you wanted. But..." he hesitates, trying to remember how annoying you were supposed to be. "What if we got married?" He feels more nervous than he ever remembers feeling.

"Okay," you whimper, sounding as breathless as you feel.

"Okay?" He finds himself repeating. Your helmet nods frantically against his.

"Yes, okay!" And he's letting you go of your arms when you sound like your ready to sob. He kind of likes the sound of the beskar armor sliding against more beskar, but suddenly he's exhausted and all he wants is to sink into your warm embrace unhindered. Only rumbling bellies reminding the both of you to detangle.

...

His jump to hyperspace was welcomed this time. His brain swimming around you, his Riduur. His love. His best friend. He could embrace the thoughts of you in hyperspace.

Navarro darts out of view and he settles back in his seat, a pleasant sort of soreness filling his body from his eager activities you'd both participated in. He just wished he could have seen your face after the ceremony, but there wasn't enough time.

"Hey, Din," he hears you call from the doorway of the cockpit. But it sounds different, lighter. You weren't wearing your helmet. A thrill of excitement filled him for a split second. He soaked up a moment before he slowly pilots his chair about.

You weren't just not wearing your helmet, you weren't wearing anything. It stalled his brain to see the shy but mischievous smile as you casually lean against the doorframe. He knows the tightened nipples are due to the cool air of his ship and he takes in the face he's been imagining for nearly three decades.

You smile up at him, mocking him. "Catch me if you can," you murmur softly, but there's no motion to run. Din smiles behind his helmet.

There's no rage this time. Only thrill and awe at the face he's imagined a billion times and how he still couldn't have gotten it right. He reaches for his own helmet lifting it off his head to see his spouse for the first time since they were kids.

....

Baar'ur - Medic

Vod - Brother, sister, comrade

Shig - a hot, tea like beverage

Or'dinii - Moron or fool

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mahvericks · 4 years

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you’re family // the mandalorian

Summary; After getting your new bounty, you didn’t except to face your past.

Warnings; spoilers if you haven’t watched the mandalorian yet ( you should ), reader not caring about her life idk?

Ayrirn is an alias y/n goes under like din lets people call him mando! :)

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Following the tracking fob that was in your gloved hand, you fastened your pace as the signal kept getting louder- you were getting close to the bounty. Greef Carga had given you the tracking fob when it apparently has been reactived, you had no idea what the story of why it had been reactived was and you honestly couldn’t care less. All you wanted was to take care of the bounty to get the reward.

You noticed that you had been quicker than the others as no other bounty hunter seemed to be around. As you got out of one of the little streets, the tracking fob started to hastly bip. Raising your head, you saw someone getting out of a basement- it took you only a few seconds to realize that the armor was beskar therefore, the armor had to be mandalorian.

Within a second, your trusted blaster was pointed towards the mandalorian who stopped dead in his tracks.

“ Kreef- ” you heard him swear and it was enough for you to recognize this voice that you hadn’t heard in so long.

“ Din? ” you frowned, hesitating to lower your blaster. You had no idea what was happening but you weren’t surprised that he was in trouble. Din was always in trouble. For as long as you could remember- he had always looked for trouble.

“ Y- Y/N? ” if he wasn’t in such a rush, he would have asked you what you were doing on this planet. It had been so long since you left- since you left him.

“ Indeed,” lowering the scarf that was covering the lower part of your face, Din could see your face, you hadn’t changed in a bit. “ what the hell did you put yourself in this time?”

“ Too long to explain. ” as he finished his sentence, he motioned to the little thing that was covered in a dark blanket. You could see that it was a baby. Was that the target?

“ A child? That’s the asset? ” you frowned, disgusted by the monsters who had put a bounty on an innocent baby. You weren’t naive nor stupid, you knew that being a bounty hunter meant you’d work for evil people most of the time.

“ Yes.”

Sighing, you knew what you had to do. You may had questionable morals sometimes, but you still had enough to not hurt a child. You threw your tracking fob against the closest wall, violently enough to make it shatter into pieces.

“ The Guild is coming after me- and him..” said Din as he started to walk through the streets in a rush, heading to his ship.

You didn’t reply- you didn’t have to say anything to that- Din was right. Actually, it was surprising that they weren’t there already.

But maybe you thought too quickly.

Soon enough, you were circled by the hunters of the Guild but also by Greef Carga himself, as good as Din and you were, you were still outnumbered by them- hell you had practically no chance of getting out of here alive.

“ I get that Mando betrayed us, I was excepting it after his questions but you? I trusted you, Ayrirn!” snarled Carga, voicing his disappointment in you.

“ Frick, Greef! What the hell is wrong with you? He’s just an innocent child! ” you snapped back, scrunching up your nose- an old habit you had when you were angry.

“ The payment is more than worthing a child. Now, you two have only one chance to get out of here alive and it’s by giving us the Child. ”

Your friend scoffed, knowing it was bluff- there was no way they would let neither of you leave even without the Child- he didn’t intent on leaving him anyways.

Din gently laid the sleeping child on the side, making sure he wouldn’t get harmed by whatever would happen next. Standing up next to you, you two exchanged a quick glance, a simple nod from you was enough to say it all. Just like back in the good old days, that’s how you’d get out of here alive.

Although your technic was still quite efficient, you were still easily outnumbered. Blasters were firing in every way as you two kept moving around, trying not to get touched which you managed to do although it was getting harder.

Thankfully, for a reason that was completely unknown to you, the other mandalorians came to your help, well to Din help at the very least and it was more than enough.

“ Go with the kid! ” you yelled to Dyn between two shots as you stayed hidden behind the transport that had been blown up right before.

“ I’m not leaving you there. ” firmly replied Dyn as he held the baby in one hand, his blaster in the other.

“ For Maker’s sake, the child’s safety is the only thing that matters.” you insisted before firing at one of the Guild’s member, shooting him in the ribs.

Your friend was torn between running to his ship which meant that he had to leave you there and staying, which would put the Child in danger for a longer time.

“ I’ll cover you, just go. ”

“ I’m not leaving you here to die! ” determinedly replied Dyn, you rolled your eyes, it really wasn’t the time to argue and you knew that he wouldn’t change his mind.

“ I’ll be right behind you. ” you said, earning a satisfied nod from Din, you counted to three and started to fire at some of the remaining ennemies, as you started to run behind Din, making sure he or the baby would get shot.

You thought you all were safe- you really did but it seemed like it wasn’t over yet. You were still behind Din when you entered his ship, you didn’t say a word- neither did the Mandalorian, but when he heard that you suddenly stopped walking, he turned around and saw Greef Carga holding you in front of him, using you as a human shield while he had his blaster against your temple.

“ You really thought you would get out of here that easily? Come on! You both know me better than that. What a shame... I’m going to lose my two best bounty hunters the same day. ” said the leader of the Guild, as he pressed the end of his blaster harder against your temper, as you gritted your teeth, showing that he wasn’t kidding.

“ I wouldn’t even think about it if I were you. ” threatened Din, his modulated voice darker than usual, as he slowly reached for his blaster.

“ Don’t move, Mando. Or she won’t have her pretty little head on her shoulders anymore. ” warned Greef, you scoffed, as if you were scared by his stupid threats.

“ Go ahead, Greef. Do it, pull the trigger, you’re a dead man either way. ” you provokingly spat, desperately waiting for Din to make a move, to shoot Greef as you had his attention.

“ I mean, I could even kill you in a second if I wanted to. ” you added, which seemed to amuse the leader as he didn’t believe a word you said.

You noticed that Din now had his blaster in his hand, you smirked and let yourself fall on the ground. Before Greef could react in any way, Din shot him, propulsing him out of the Razor Crest.

Din activated the ship’s bridge which closed and offered his hand to help you get up. You refused, getting up on your own as you brushed your pant quickly.

“ What the hell was that? ” he asked, you could hear anger in his voice.

“ I said what I had to, it distracted him long enough for you to kill him. ” you simply shrugged.

“ And he could have killed you for that. “ he replied, you frowned, not believing that he was making a scene out of something he would have done himself.

“ Oh come on, as if it was important. I don’t regret what I said or what I did. ” you said, shutting Din off who simply shook his head and headed to the cockpit to fly off the planet before the rest of the Guild would get to the ship.

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Neither Din or you spoke since your little argument, you were sitting next to him in the cockpit and simply watched the stars in front of you until the Child pulled at your pant to have your attention. You gently grabbed the child to put him on your lap as he cooed.

You couldn’t help but smile at the little creature, you didn’t understand why anyone would want to hurt such a pure and innocent soul. You let him play with your gloved fingers for a while.

“ So, Ayrirn uh? Why did you change your name? ” asked Din, although a part of him had already guessed the answer.

“ You already know why, Dyn. ” you replied, a bit colder than you intended.

“ What could have been so wrong with me going after you? You are my family too. ”

“ I was. The mandalorians are your family, I am not. Not anymore. ” your voice was indescribable to Din, he couldn’t tell if there was sadness or anger, pain or bitterness.

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hound - vi.

summary: The bounty tells you some interesting things about the amulet that the vendor had given you. You return to Greef Karga to collect your money from the bounties, and find that your reputation has changed within the guild from a no one to an almost legendary status. You have no time to celebrate your quick ascension, as something Greef Karga unknowingly says stirs up something you wish you could forget.

word count: 2, 298

pairing: mandalorian x mandalorian!reader

warnings: Brief descriptions of gore, canon-typical violence, swearing, vomit (but very brief and not really described)

a/n: I know how I want to wrap up this series (surprising since I don’t know how long it will be, I know), so I just want to reiterate that this is pre-Mandalorian! So there are some instances of Mando acting kind of oc, but I will start to develop his character into more of the Mandalorian you know in the show! a/n at the bottom.

chapters: i | ii | iii | iv | v | vi

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Thank the stars the last bounty had the sense to come with you quietly. Although you tried your hardest not to show it, your nightmares has shaken you up as you rack your memory again and again to make sure that Mando wasn’t there. After years of thinking that you had known the events that led you to where you were, the appearance of one person had shaken the foundation.

Caught in your own head, you don’t talk to Mando for the entire trip back to meet Greef Karga on Nevarro, and you miss the worried glances Mando sneaks at you.

You also miss how the bounty keeps looking back at forth and you and Mando, bewildered and intimidated at the lack of conversation.

Mando doesn’t miss it, and eventually tells the bounty, “If you have something you want to say, say it now.” The bounty, a mousy human that went by Osvabrod, but insisted you had called him ‘just Brod’, let out a squeak. After a few moments without a sound, you assumed that he didn’t have anything to say, but instead says:

“Are you guys having relationship problems?” His mouth snaps shut as both of you swivel to glare at him. “S-sorry! Sorry!” he stammers out. You turn away and audibly sigh as you look out the window.

“What makes you say that?” Mando asks dryly. He turns back, not looking for an answer.

“Well,” Osvabrod- Brod, starts slowly.

“It was a rhetorical question,” Mando interrupts.

“You guys aren’t talking,” Brod says anyways.

“They usually don’t talk anyways.”

“And you guys must’ve been together for a while--”

“We aren’t together.” You start to tune out the conversation. You never understood why Mando humors his quarries with conversation. It’s probably because you carrying a conversation is as rare as beskar these days. Someone had to talk to him.

“And you keep looking over at them, but they’re ignoring you, which looks like it annoys you--”

“It doesn’t-- You can’t even see my face; why would you--”

“I can practically feel the tension between you two.”

“What tension?”

“So you are having a lovers spat. Marriage problem?”

“For the last time, we aren’t together, much less married--”

“Then why do you have a riduurok amulet?” Mando stops short and you tense up. When you turn to look at Brod, he has a smug look on his face as he motions with his cuffed hands at the amulet that hangs on a stray hook in the cockpit. You had left it there because you didn’t want to keep it on you, but couldn’t find it in your heart to throw it away. Riduurok. That was a love bond, specifically between spouses, but it was most often used to describe--

“It’s supposed to represent a marriage agreement,” Brod says. “That means you’re married.” Under your helmet, you pale. Is that what it meant? You knew that a marriage between Mandalores did involve some kind of giving and recitation, but ever since the Mandalores had to scatter, marriage or bond of any kind was few and far between. They had started to rely more and more on foundlings rather than producing children of their own. You had been a child when the Siege of Mandalore happened, so the Mandalorians that had rescued you did not really teach you of such matters. Surviving was much more important. You did know one couple when you were growing up, and that was as far as your experience went. How did the vendor at the market get it? You steal a glance at Mando. If he didn’t know that it was a riduurok amulet, then he must’ve become a Mandalorian after the Siege as well. “If you want my advice--”

“We don’t,” you and Mando say simultaneously, deadpan. You bite your tongue. That had slipped out without you thinking. Luckily, Brod is too caught up in his own head to notice that you’ve finally said something. It doesn’t escape Mando’s attention, however, and he looks at you as if to say, That’s what it took?

“-- I think you guys just need to fuck.”

You think you feel a headache coming on.

“Alright. That’s it.” Mando sets the Razor Crest to autopilot and gets up, hauling Brod by the collar of his shirt and throwing him unceremoniously down the ladder. Brod squawks in protest. From your position in the cockpit, you hear Brod stammer out apologies that are quickly silenced as Mando puts him in carbonite. Hm. Your headache subsided. When Mando plops himself down back in the pilot’s seat, he lets out a heavy sigh. Ah. It’s back.

“Did… did you know that--”

“No,” you say curtly. You’re burning holes into the amulet that hangs on the wall. Mando expects you to say more, but you keep your lips sealed. He sets the coordinates for Nevarro, and goes into hyperdrive.

When you slide into the booth across from Greef Karga, you carefully take in the surprised look on his face. It’s not… hostile, by any means. Just genuine surprise on his face. You settle when Mando slides in next to you and hands over the fobs back over to Karga, and his attention on you is taken away.

“Good job, my friend,” he congratulates. “Your credits, as promised.” Mando automatically takes them from Karga and splits it, giving you an equal half that Karga watches with curiosity. “I was not… aware that you had taken on the bounties with a partner,” he says, carefully choosing his words. You put your credits in your pouch. He looks hesitant. “Much less a, well, another Mandalorian.” Mando puts his own credits away.

“Do you have any more pucks?” he asks instead.

“Mando, you know I only deal with one hunter at a time,” Karga says patiently. You don’t break your gaze on him. You hope it makes him nervous. The sweat collecting on his brow isn’t from the heat. You’re glad the helmet hides your grin.

“They’re with me,” Mando answers swiftly. “Pucks?” Karga stares back at you, but his eyes are roving your face for any signs. For what exactly, you don’t know. The helmet betrays nothing.

“Do you work for the guild?” he asks you suspiciously. You nod. You’ve never really been to Nevarro. You preferred doing your bounties on basically the other side of the galaxy. “What’s your name?” You lean back and clasp your hands on the table, a figure of relaxation, looking over at Mando expectantly.

“They go by ‘Dog’,” Mando says for you.

“‘Dog’?” Kreef repeats incredulously.

“It’s a rather recent development--”

“So you are the infamous Hound!” Kreef interrupts, slapping his hands on the table. The sudden change in demeanor surprises you and Mando. He leans in close to whisper, but his idea of whispering is still incredibly loud. “I have been hearing so much about you! Come now, would you like a drink?” You stare, but eventually shake your head. Is he seriously asking you if you wanted a drink? “Apologies for the apprehension, friend,” he says. Oh, so now you were his friend. “I didn’t know if you were the Hound or not. I had thought, “Perhaps Mando has somehow gotten a friend outside the guild?” But I know that Mando is not the type for friends,” he says. You frown. You don’t like this man. You don’t trust anyone that openly talks bad about someone in front of them.

“Pucks,” Mando says again, more impatiently this time. Greef Karga ignores him again in favor of interrogating you.

“Tell me, is it true that you’re mute?” he asks. “Some hunters say that that helmet of yours is really a muzzle.”

“If you have no bounties, we’ll be on our way,” Mando snaps. Karga flinches away in alarm, leaning back with his hands up in surrender.

“Just merely inquiring, Mando, no need for hostility,” he says. He pulls out a few pucks. “You and your friend can take their pick.” You reach forward to take all of the pucks, but Karga grabs your wrist to stop you. Instinctively, you slam your hand down in a fist to crush his hand against the table. He snatches his hand away, and you withdraw as well, aware of the eyes that are watching the exchange warily. Karga scowls at you, but he wipes the looks from his face and replaces it with a stern look instead. He holds his hand gingerly. “Not all of them; I have other hunters, too, you know.” You tilt your head. You take half and slide them over to Mando, and then take the other half for yourself, doing it slowly, waiting for Karga to make a move, but he begrudgingly lets you. Secretly, you’re excited. Your status in the Guild honestly hasn’t been that great, meaning you were stuck with one or two at a time of low-stakes bounties. People weren’t exactly eager to give jobs to someone that couldn’t verbally guarantee they would get the job done. Looks like working with Mando and getting that high-stakes bounty put your name on the list.

“Chain codes?” Mando asks bluntly. Greef Karga puts the fobs on the table, and Mando takes them, moving to get up. You stare at Karga before starting to move to follow Mando who has stopped to wait for you some feet away.

“You are as vicious as they say you are, Hound,” he says. You stop. “Many of us wonder what you are like without Mando to pull on your leash.” He looks smug, and you can’t help but think that you would like to put him in carbonite. “Half of us say that the bounties would be dead if it were up to you,” he continues. “The other half says that you wouldn’t even return with them. That is, at least, intact.” Karga smiles. “You would’ve just eaten them up.”

Okay now you’re confused.

You’ve never been particularly brutal with your bounties. If anything, you were nicer and more forgiving than Mando, as much as a Mandalorian bounty hunter could be. If they wouldn’t come willingly, you would knock them out with a med-shot and drag them back to the Razor Crest if Mando didn’t already. Sure, you weren’t gentle with them, but you weren’t cruel. All of them have been alive or in carbonite since you’ve started really going on bounties with Mando, except--

That’s when it clicks.

Graug the Gran. The damn bounty that put you on the list in the first place. You remember how his body had come back. His body was mangles and half of his head was missing and caved in. The state of his body before he had actually died probably didn’t help your case either. You suppose word got around that you were on the mission with Mando, and the rumors had somehow evolved that you had done that to him. Not a nasty fall and malnourishment. You had nearly forgotten about him, actually. Your memory of the aftermath was fuzzy, high on the effects of the bacta shot the medical facility had given you.

“What a pair you make,” Greef Karga says, feigning absentmindedness, low enough that only you can hear. “The Mandalorian and his vicious Hound.”

When you blink, you’re rushing past Mando and out the doors of the cantina, the words echoing in your head.

The Mandalorian and his vicious Hound.

Although this was the first time you had heard the words said out loud, you already knew that phrase.

A few nights ago when you had that fitful sleep, staking out the very bounty that was being hauled out of the Razor Crest, a look of horror on his face forever frozen in carbonite. Mando catches up to and puts a hand on your shoulder, turning you around so that you’re looking at him.

“What was that about?” he asks. “What’d he say to you?” You say nothing, and stare up at Mando, breathing heavily as a wave of nausea hits you. “Dog?” he says worriedly. A vision flashes through you as you look at the reflection of yourself in his helmet.

A severed head falling out the same helmet you’re looking at now--

You sprint to the Razor Crest, up the ramp, and down to the refresher, just barely managing to slam the door shut behind you and rip your helmet off before you’re retching into the vacc tube. When you hear him call for you, another wave of nausea passes through you. Your hands are clammy under your gloves. He knocks against the door of the refresher, but the faint ringing in your ears tune him out. You flush the vacc tube and get up to stare at yourself in the grimy mirror. The color is gone from your face, a sickly pallor about you, and there are bags under your eyes that make you look older. Another knock. You grip the sink to steady your trembling hands. Whatever the vision was, it’s slipping from you like you’re trying to hold onto water in your hands, and you slip your helmet back on. By the time it has resealed, you can’t remember what had you so sick.

You open the door and breeze past Mando who watches you carefully as you go up the ladder and into the cockpit. You rip the amulet off the hook, snapping the cord, and throw it on the ground, gritting your teeth. You hear his heavy steps behind you. You sit yourself down in your chair, and look forwards, pointedly refusing to look at Mando. He sits in the pilot’s seat and starts up the ship. You can tell he wants to say something, but he’s never really been the one for comfort.

It appears Mando will stay silent for another night.

a/n: So my knowledge of Mandalorian weddings are… nearly none. I don’t think there is even that much lore about it, based on a rather extensive google search. So, I made some stuff up, but there are some things in lore that I do know about it that didn’t make its way into this chapter.

Hound Tag List: @knockbeforeyouspeak @gothtechie @killtherandomness

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