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Beskar Doll - Ch. 22: Business

Hunting bounties requires at least two things: pucks and weapons. A continuation of Beskar Doll found on Tumblr here.

Pairing: The Mandalorian/Din Djarin x Female Reader

Warnings: None really! No use of Y/N. Whole fic is violent and smutty so Minors DNI 18+ only

Length: 5.4k

“Kid,” Din’s voice was low, quiet. “I know you missed her, but she needs to rest, you can’t stay in here if you’re going to do that…” 

There was a squeak and a small hand on your face for half a moment before it was lifted away. A small grunt, this one in protest. 

“Let him stay,” you mumbled, reaching out with your eyes still closed. Din sighed and you smiled a little. “I missed him…” 

“I’ve been trying to keep him out of here,” the Mandalorian said. You felt the mattress shift as he sat down on the edge of the bed. “But he’s… resourceful.” 

“Well he’s a little sorcerer,” you said. The kid’s hand made it to your face again and you opened your eyes to his little face right in front of yours. He was smiling hugely, ears high, eyes wide. He was so thrilled and excited, you thought you’d only felt him like this when he was trying to pounce on the tiny creatures that burrowed into the ground on the uncharted world. You smiled. “Hey buddy. I’m really happy to see you, too.” 

You sat up just enough to give him a kiss on his little forehead before laying back down. Your whole body felt looser, calmer. It was more relaxed than you’d been in years. It was hard to find the motivation to move. 

“How far to Nevarro?” You asked, looking at the Mandalorian, who was watching you with the kid, leaning against the wall at his back. His armor glistened even in the low light. 

“Few more hours,” he said. “You’ve been asleep most of the trip. It seemed like you needed it.” 

“Yeah, can’t say I slept much the night before the meeting,” you said, holding a finger out for the kid to wrap his little hands around. He happily took it, manipulating your knuckles, exploring how your body moved. 

“And you’re healing,” he said, nodding to your shoulder. 

“Oh right,” you said, looking at the bandage. “I forgot about that.” 

He sighed. 

“You’re very bad at taking care of yourself,” he said, crossing his arms over his chest. “Has anyone ever told you that.” 

“Hey, I’ve made it this far,” you said, the baby getting bored with your finger. You grabbed your braid and handed the end to him. He was enthralled. “I’m going to miss this when he figures out hair.” 

Din laughed and you smiled again. Damn, you loved that sound. 

“What happened down there?” He asked quietly. “You were supposed to locate Shadrin, not capture him.” 

“That’s what I’d planned to do, yes,” you said. “But… well, my identity may be more widely known with the Imperials than I thought.” 

“He knew you.” 

“Not well,” you sighed. “I’m guessing he saw an image of my face once or twice, or heard from another General or Moff that one of Sosha’s handmaids was the one who kept fucking up their plans. Describe the queen, you describe the handmaids. We have to look a fair bit alike so we can stand in for her. The ceremonial makeup can hide a lot, but… anyway. He identified me a few minutes after we got there. I wasn’t sure I getting out of there alive if I didn’t take him with me and I doubt we’d get another shot at him after this. I did what I had to.” 

Din nodded slowly. 

“You picked up a decent rifle,” he said, changing the subject. 

“Stole it off one of the idiots guarding Kree,” you smirked. “He decided to step into my striking radius with a fucking rifle, that’s how stupid he was. Anyway, he didn’t deserve it so I kept it.” 

“We can get it modded for you on Nevarro,” Din said. “It will serve you well.” 

“Still in touch with Karga then?” You asked, the kid abandoning the braid and deciding to climb up your rib cage instead. You held your arm out for him to use as a guide so he wouldn’t fall. Din nodded once. “Think he’ll remember me?” 

“Unfortunately yes,” he grumbled. You raised your eyebrows at him. “He may have… asked after you once or twice.” You frowned, surprised. “He wasn’t kidding when he said he was interested in your skills. Didn’t believe me when I said I hadn’t seen you since.” 

“He’s really not going to believe you now,” you teased, stretching a bit. You’d slept in a lot of really nice beds in your life - one of the perks of traveling with and standing in for a queen - but somehow, this bunk was the best one you’d known. 

“I shouldn’t have used a name I’d actually used with him,” you sighed. The kid started trying to get down from your rib cage and you held up your arms to guide him. “I didn’t think I’d be seeing him again, it was the name I used with Layari… it made sense at the time, but it might cause problems now if any Imps managed to track me to Tatooine.” 

“Not worried about the Hutts?” He asked. You shrugged. 

“I don’t think I’d have held their interest for very long,” you said. “And I think they got their pound of flesh.” 

“Your parents.” 

You nodded once, swallowing the tightness in your chest.

“What happened?” 

“Not sure,” you shrugged. “Heard it through a few channels, haven’t been back to Tatooine to look into it myself. Probably Hutts, maybe Imps who had tracked me that far.” You laughed darkly. “You know, my mother stood up to Vader himself once. At Amidala’s tomb. She survived that but couldn’t survive the mess I left behind.” 

The kid made it down to the bed and took your face in his little hands, his eyes meeting yours. He was worried. You smiled a little and stroked his ear. 

“It’s OK kiddo,” you said. “Long time ago now.” 

He wrapped his little arms around your head, putting your face into his tiny body. You hesitated a moment before giving him a squeeze. He cooed. 

“Thank you,” you said, your voice muffled by his robes. He stepped back, his eyes a little brighter. You kissed his nose. He felt satisfied, turning and toddling down the bed toward his dad. 

“You don’t have to meet with Karga,” Din said, holding his arm out for the kid to latch on to. “He doesn’t need to know you’re involved at all.” 

“I want to,” you said, finally sitting up, the blankets falling around your waist. You glanced at your injured shoulder, rotating it a bit and wincing. “If we’re going to be working together, I want a say in the pucks you grab. And if I give him the impression I might give him what he wants, maybe he’ll give us better pucks.” 

“I may not have been really utilizing my relationship with Karga over the last few years,” Din said, tone hesitant. You raised your eyebrows. “For a while, I was taking any puck he offered. Didn’t matter the price. He still came to me with the challenging things - I have the best record in the guild - but he’s been taking advantage of the fact that I’ll take any job.” 

“Why,” you frowned. “Have you been that short on credits?” 

“No,” he shrugged. “Haven’t exactly struck it rich but…” 

He was silent. You waited a moment for him to continue. 

“What then?” 

“It was…” he paused, cocking his head slightly. The kid fell down on his bottom, his ears jiggling. Din helped him up. “It was easier. Staying as busy as possible. Less time to think.” 

You weren’t quite sure what he meant but you didn’t press him. 

“I’m in desperate need of a shower,” you said after a while, leaning your head back against the wall and sighing. “Dreading taking my hair down with my shoulder though.” 

“I can do it.” 

Your head came off the wall so fast it made your head spin. 

“You can do what?” You asked, watching him. He shrugged. 

“Take your hair down,” he said. “I don’t mind.” 

You half expected him to tell you he was kidding but he was just silent, a wall of metal watching you. 

“OK,” you said, still skeptical. 

“Turn around,” he said, coming to the middle of the bed and setting the kid on his lap. You obeyed. It took a moment but then his fingers were in your hair, undoing the braid up the back of your neck and then gently pulling the strands apart as they worked their way up your skull. He’d taken his gloves off, his bare fingers brushing the skin of your neck and your scalp. He ran his fingers through your hair ever few twists up, untangling it. You closed your eyes and relaxed into his touch. It was strangely intimate. No one had unbraided your hair since Sosha. No man ever had. Goosebumps prickled up your arms, over your neck, heat settling low in your stomach. 

He reached the crown of your head, separating the strands, running his fingers through your hair. After a moment, you were almost sure it was because he was enjoying it. It had to be. Right? 

“There,” he said after a while, a strand of your hair still in his fingers. 

“Thanks,” you said. He’d kissed you when you got back. Actually kissed you - helmet off, his mouth on yours - kissed you. Kissed you in a way that sent a shockwave through your whole body. Kissed you in a way you’d never been kissed before. That had to mean something. He wouldn’t just do that. It had to be something besides feeling obligated to keep you alive. Didn’t it? 

The hand that had been in your hair softly dropped to your uninjured shoulder, running down it to your arm to your hand, his fingers slipping into yours. You looked at his hand, bare in yours. Your thumb ran over his skin. You wanted to kiss him again. You wanted to do much more than kiss him. 

“We’ll be to Nevarro soon,” he said softly. 

“Mmm,” you turned your head to glance over your shoulder to him. 

“We should be ready.” 

He left his hand in yours. You cautiously brought it to your lips and softly, slowly kissed his knuckles. His breathing stuttered. 

“We should,” you said, bringing your hands back down and reluctantly separating from him. You could still feel him there behind you for a moment before you got up and went to the fresher to clean up. 

***

Din was starting to think he should have pushed back on you meeting with Karga. At the time, it had seemed like a reasonable request. And he trusted Karga. Mostly. But it felt risky now and he didn’t like taking risks with you. 

You’d dressed differently this time than the last time he’d brought you to Nevarro. You treated clothes like costumes, he’d learned. They became an extension of whatever character you were playing at the time. When you’d been to Nevarro before, it was in the guise of a woman who knew how to navigate and manipulate people. You dressed more like a diplomat then. Now, you were a bounty hunter - or a bounty hunter’s assistant, anyway. You looked more lethal, your clothes were more utilitarian and your face was harder, the rifle from Jakku strapped to your back. 

“Let’s drop off the rifle first,” Din said, the kid in the bag at his hip. “Maybe they can finish the work while we meet with Karga and get out of here.” 

He turned to look at you but he realized, suddenly, that you weren’t beside him. You’d just been there, he’d stopped looking at you for only a second - it seemed like all he did lately was look at you - and he takes his eyes off you for a second and you vanish. 

Din was only frantic for a moment, spotting you quickly. He doubled back for you and realized why you’d stopped. You were staring, almost enthralled, at a street musician on the corner, a soft smile on your face. 

“Don’t disappear on me like that,” he tried to keep from growling at you. It took effort. You glanced up at him, meeting his gaze below the visor for a moment before looking back to the musician. 

“Sorry,” you said. “Just… I want to hear the rest of the song.” 

The kid peered out around his arm, watching the man play. Din frowned. The man wasn’t particularly good but you were fascinated and so was the kid, squirming away his his bag. He pulled him out and set him on the ground. He started swaying in time to the music, his ears tilting to hear it better. When the song ended, you and the kid both clapped and Din sighed, fishing a credit out of his pocket and setting it in the man’s cup. You gave him a pleased smile and turned to go back the way the three of you have been going. 

“Didn’t know you were a music fan,” Din said. 

“Aren’t you?” You asked, looking up to him. He shrugged. 

“Music is different for Mandalorians. It’s our history. Not… that.” 

You shook your head and smiled a bit as you scooped up the kid. You looked at him, your smile growing. His little arms flew out in glee as you propped him on your hip. 

“What do you like about it?” He asked, genuinely wondering. He was usually stuck trying to puzzle out the way your mind worked. You generally avoided exposing things about yourself. He wasn’t sure if it was a holdover from your work during the war or if you’d never felt comfortable talking about things you felt, but you tended to bundle it into yourself until something burst and it came rushing out of you before you could help it. It seemed like he only got to know you just before your broke. He wanted to change that.

You frowned, thinking for a moment. 

“I guess I just think music is kind of the best thing we’ve really done,” you said. The kid was tugging at your shirt and you brought your hair around from your back for him, just knowing what he wanted. You looked up at Din. “Think about how much time we, as people, have spent figuring out ways to kill each other and make money and get power. All that effort to hurt people. And then there’s music, this thing that everyone made. All the different cultures that have connected in this galaxy and all of us developed music at some point, something that exists just because we wanted it to, willed it to, because we feel something from it…” You trailed off, shrugging. “I just hadn’t really heard music in a while… not someone playing music, anyway. I kind of forgot what it was like.” 

He just nodded slowly. He could almost see your wheels turning, trying to pull any vulnerabilities back into yourself. You looked at him, one of the masks he’d gotten to know slipping in place. 

“Of course, where would we be without innovative ways to kill each other?” You smirked a little. “Speaking of which, you mentioned my rifle…” 

The Mandalorian took you to a weapons seller he knew in the city. Not as good as the armorer but, with the covert gone, he’d take what he could get. 

“You’re sure you want to put this kind of equipment on a weapon for your…” the man looked you over to you as you browsed a wall of knives, your hands behind your back like you were trying to not pick them up. “Friend? Seems like it might be overkill…” 

Din glared at him from below the helmet, intense enough that the man took a step back on instinct. The kid was back in the bag at his hip, looking up at him and frowning. 

“What about her makes you think it’s overkill.” Din’s voice was level and calm but the challenge in his tone was apparent. The man swallowed. 

“No, Mando, not… like that,” he said quickly. “But for someone who’s young and inexperienced with weapons…” 

“Doll.” He said. Your head snapped around, brows raised, frowning slightly. 

“Mando,” you said. He realized he didn’t think he’d ever called you Doll around anyone but the kid. 

“See a knife you like?” 

“I don’t need another one…” 

“Not what I asked.” 

You looked at him for a second before grabbing one off the wall. It was large, with a serrated edge. 

“This one is intriguing,” you said, walking over with it, passing it from hand to hand. “Well balanced.” You tossed it in the air, the blade flipping a few times before the handle landed back in your palm. You tossed it again and grabbed it out of the air to adjust your grip. “Heavy enough to do damage, light enough to use for long periods. Plus with the serration, I could probably take off a whole limb with it if I really needed. Which could be handy.” 

“Think it would throw well?” He nodded to a target on the wall behind the counter, clearly intended for decoration but you tossed the knife to adjust your grip and threw it, landing the blade dead center in the target with a thud. 

“Well enough,” you shrugged, turning back to the Mandalorian. “But I think I’m set on knives, just need to get the rifle modded.”

He looked back to the seller who was openly staring at you. You frowned, looking up at Mando. 

“OK then,” you muttered, going back to the wall of knives with a roll of your eyes. The Mandalorian repeated his question. 

“What about her makes you think it’s overkill.” 

“I think I have a few things your new partner might like,” he said quickly. Din smiled a bit, watching you for a moment as he followed the man across the shop. He had the strange, sudden urge to have you show your skills to everyone, have the whole galaxy know just how well you could do what you could do. And know that you were his. 

The weapons seller was eager to get back in the Mandalorian’s good graces, giving him a set of throwing stars for you free of charge when he took the rifle to build it out for you. 

“What was that about?” You asked, giving the baby your hand as he sat in his bag as the three of you made your way to Karga’s.  

“Proving a point,” Din shrugged. You don’t press him. 

“Is there a name you’d like to go by now?” He asked. “With Karga. Or anyone else. I can’t just call you Doll here.” 

“I think Alderaanian would be good,” you said. “Records from there are still very spotty for obvious reasons, it makes covering up a lack of ID and chain code issues a bit easier, though I’m not sure how long I’ll be able to really play that card…”

“How do you come up with the names?” He asked. “You’ve had a few.” 

“I try to think of people I’ve met from those worlds and people they’ve mentioned, try to come up with an amalgamation that sounds right,” you shrugged. “Of course, I usually have a little more time to vet things, make sure I’m not stealing someone’s identity but… I knew an Essa on Alderaan as a girl. I liked her. I don’t think she’d mind me using her first name.” 

“Essa,” the Mandalorian tested it, trying to tie the sound to you. It was hard. You were just… you. It almost made sense that you had so many different names, ways the universe knew of you. You were too much to contain in one title. You necessitated many. 

“Mando!” Karga greeted him with literal open arms, meeting him on the street and pulling him into a hug. He hesitated for a moment before briefly hugging him back. “How’ve you been? Enjoying your time off, I hope.” 

“I have someone for Cara on the ship,” he said. “Plus the bounty I called you about a few days back.” 

“Always all business,” he smiled before he properly noticed you. His face softened. “Amira!” 

“Karga,” you gave him a half smile. “Pleasure to see you again.” 

He took you by the shoulders and kissed your cheeks. Mando flexed his hand and ground his teeth. The kid squeaked, looking up at him. 

“You know, our mutual friend has been hiding you away,” his hands were still on you, sliding down your arms to take your hands. “Told me he hasn’t seen you in years.” 

“We ran into each other again a few weeks ago,” you smiled, but it was a guarded one. You didn’t trust Karga as far as you could throw him. You were good at hiding it, Din doubted Karga could tell. “We hadn’t seen each other in years before that.” 

He was still holding your hands. Din was done with it. He stepped into the narrow space between you and Karga, forcing the other man to step back and drop your hands. 

“That’s enough.” The kid made a worried squeak from his hip. Karga looked from Din’s helmet to you over his shoulder, his brows raised. You stepped alongside the Mandalorian, glancing up at him before looking back to Karga. 

“Gentlemen,” you smiled, keeping your eyes on Karga. “Conducting business on the street is poor form. Why don’t we take this conversation inside?” 

“Please,” Karga gestured to the door and you led the way inside, giving the Mandalorian an incredulous look as he passed you. 

You settled in Karga’s office, you looking out the windows instead of taking a seat near the desk. 

“Things have changed on Nevarro since I was last here,” you had the same distant, placating smile. Din wondered how many times you’d given him that smile before he’d learned it. 

“We’ve been making improvements,” he smiled, proud. “But it got easier when Mando helped us clear out some Imperial remnants.” 

You gave the Mandalorian a look. Impressed, he thought. He shrugged. 

“Before we get down to the business side,” Karga, sat down. “Mando, give me that baby and Amira, tell me what you’ve been up to the past three years. Thinking over my offer, I hope.” 

Mando sighed, picking the baby up out of the bag and setting him on Karga’s desk. He squealed and toddled to Karga and the Mandalorian looked your way. He could almost see your opinion of Karga change when you saw how the kid thought of him. Your gaze and smile shifted. More open. 

“Here kiddo,” Karga opened a desk drawer, pulling out a sleeve of cookies and putting them on his desk before handing one to the kid. Mando sighed. Karga turned his attention back to you. “So, Amira…”

“Essa,” you corrected him. “I’m afraid Amira died a few years back.” 

Karga nodded slowly. 

“And how long have you known Essa?” 

You glanced to the Mandalorian. He gave you a small nod. You looked back to Karga.  

“A few hours,” you shrugged. “Lived a few lifetimes since I was last here.” 

The kid finished his cookie and squeaked, holding out his hands. Karga obliged him. 

“Sounds like you’ve changed your mind about settling down then,” he smiled. “My offer still stands. Someone with your skills could be very valuable to the guild.” 

You shrugged, noncommittal. 

“Haven’t decided yet,” you said. “But I’d like to keep my debts to bounty hunters to a minimum. Once I’ve paid back Mando, I’ll consider it.” 

The kid finished his second cookie and started squeaking again, hands out. Karga went to give him another one, but the Mandalorian cut him off. 

“He doesn’t need any more than that,” he said, picking him up off the desk and putting him on his lap. “It’ll make him sick.” 

“Mando,” Karga said. “Let me spoil him, come on…” 

The child stretched his arm out, closing his eyes and concentrating. The Mandalorian caught it a second later than you did. 

“Mando!” You started reaching for the kid, even though you were too far away to do anything. The cookie flew into the kid’s hand and he smiled, immediately taking a bite. The Mandalorian sighed, shaking his head at the kid. He barely caught the flash of chrome as you pulled your blaster, leveling it at Karga. 

“Woah!” His hands immediately went up. Din jumped to his feet, all but dropping the kid on the desk and stepping between you and the other man. 

“Doll…” he cautioned, hands up. But it was like you didn’t even see him. 

“That wasn’t me, Essa, I swear,” Karga kept his voice level and calm. 

“I know it wasn’t,” you said. Your hand was steady as you moved yourself around the Mandalorian to keep Karga in your sights. “But you saw it.” 

“I did,” Karga said. 

“Doll,” Mando said again, edging closer to you. Your eyes darted to him and back to Karga. 

“It’s too risky for him to know,” you said. “What’s to stop him from informing on the kid?” 

“He already knew, Doll,” Mando said. You met his eyes behind his helmet and he closed the distance between the two of you. He kept his hands up, too, doing everything he could to make sure you didn’t see him as a threat. 

“And you trust him?” You asked, skeptical. 

“I owe the child my life,” Karga said, his tone the most honest the Mandalorian had heard him speak. “I’d never let something happen to him.” 

You glanced around the Mandalorian to Karga and back to his visor. 

“He’s safe, Doll,” Mando said. “Put down the gun.” 

There was half a moment where Din wondered if he’d be able to take you down if he needed to. Physically, he was capable of it. But he wasn’t sure if he could do it. Stand in your way, yes, but he didn’t think he could bring himself to tackle you and take your weapon. 

You lowered the blaster, putting it back in its holster. He heard Karga let out a breath and Mando stepped aside. He kept an eye on both you and Karga, waiting to see if he’d need to intervene. Your detached smile returned. The kid took a bite of his cookie.

“Apologies,” you said smoothly. “I didn’t know you were aware of the kid’s abilities. With the kind of people who are interested in him, I’d like to keep the number of people who know to a minimum.” 

“I understand,” Karga replied, sounding a bit out of sorts. He looked to the Mandalorian. “I thought her skills were limited to people.” 

He shrugged. 

“She’s got a few areas of expertise.” 

“And which life did that one come from?” Karga sat back down. You glanced at Mando before taking the seat across from Karga at his desk. 

“My first one,” you replied. “It involved a lot of protection work.” 

“I’d appreciate if you just used the people skills on me in the future,” he said. 

You smiled. 

“I’ll do my best.” 

Karga was back to business. 

“You mentioned owing Mando?” He was all but ignoring the Mandalorian then. You nodded once. He leaned across the desk toward you. “What if I were to buy him out? Just how much do you owe?” 

“A small fortune, I’m afraid,” you leaned forward, too, smiling slightly. “Besides, you sure you want to go into business with the kind of person who will pull a blaster on you?” 

“That’s the only kind of person I go into business with,” he replied. 

“She’s not for sale,” Mando growled, cutting off this conversation. The child’s ears dipped, looking between Karga and the Mandalorian. 

“Now Mando,” Karga looked at him. “I’m sure we could reach a nice agreement, I could even go a little over, make sure you get your money’s worth….” 

“She’s not for sale,” he stood up then. He felt your eyes on him. 

“Sounds like you’ll have to wait for me to work off my debts,” your eyes were still on him, he could feel you watching him. 

“Sit down, Mando,” Karga said, sitting back in his seat. “I’m not trying to poach your cohort. Not yet, anyway.” 

He ground his teeth but obeyed, glancing your way. You looked cool and at ease. He couldn’t tell if you really wanted him to sell your debt to Karga or not. Not that he considered you to have a debt to sell. If you really wanted to go, he’d let you. It would be hard, but he would say goodbye. 

“I take it you’ll be working together then?” Karga asked. Mando gave a stiff nod before you had a chance to reply. “Well, I have some pucks that will work better for two…” 

Din cut off the lowball offers that Karga sprinkled in with the others he put on the table, glancing your way to see if there was anything you were objecting to or concerned with before picking up a puck. 

“This one is sticky,” he put the puck on the table, bringing up the image of a young man, human. He had a black eye in his picture. “High bounty but high risk.” 

Mando was about to turn it down when you spoke up. 

“What kind of risk?” You asked. 

“He’s wanted for smuggling,” he said. “He would be a typical bail jumper but he ducked out on a hefty bond - 100,000 credits - and he fell in with a gang on Tatooine. He got in quick, already embedded. Had a few other guild members try to bring him in already but he keeps dodging them. It gets too dicey and they bow out. I’ve been saving the next shot at him for you, Mando. Warm or cold, 25,000.” 

“We can’t take work on Tatooine,” Mando said, but you cut him off. 

“Yes we can,” you said, about to go back to addressing Karga. Din cut you off. 

“No, we can’t,” he replied. “Too dangerous for you there.” 

“I want to go back, Mando,” you said. 

“No.” 

“Yes.” You turned back to Karga. “What’s the gang? Hutt adjacent?” 

“Not really,” Karga shrugged. “Weapons traders. They do trade with the Hutts but it’s no different than any other business relationship, no security backing.” 

“See?” You turned back to Mando. “It’s fine.” 

Din sighed. 

“Doll…” 

“You said I would get a say in what pucks we picked up,” you replied. “I want this one.” 

The Mandalorian looked at you for a moment. Your gaze was firm, mind made up. 

“Fine,” he said. “But first sign of…” 

“I know,” you cut him off. 

“I mean it,” he said. “I’m not risking you for a bounty. I don’t care how high it is.” 

You rolled your eyes and looked back toward Karga. 

“We’ll take it.” 

The kid was getting antsy and he got your attention, you reading him in the way you do. You smiled a little, shaking your head. 

“What? Mando asked. 

“Take a guess,” you replied. He sighed. 

“Want to take him to find something to eat?” He asked. “I’ll finish up here.” 

You scooped the kid up, pulling him into your side and putting him on your hip, heading out onto the streets of Nevarro. Din watched you go, looking at the door you went through for a moment too long after you were gone. 

“She know the real reason you won’t sell her debts?” Karga asked after a moment, a sly half smile on his face. 

“I don’t know what you mean,” Mando replied. 

“Does she even owe you?” Karga asked. 

“No,” the Mandalorian said. “She won’t believe me when I tell her that, though. She’s done too much for me, she couldn’t owe me.” 

“Hard to put a price on something you’re not willing to part with,” Karga said. Din glared at him from below the helmet. “You could try telling her, Mando.” 

“No.” 

“Can’t hurt,” Karga said. 

“Yes, it can,” Din said sharply. “She’s been through enough.” 

Karga considered him for a moment. 

“You have men for me,” he said. “In carbonite, I assume?” Din nodded once. “You found the general, then?” 

“She did.” 

Karga nodded slowly. 

“Cara will be happy,” he said. Din went to a window, looking out at the street. He found you almost immediately, your back to him, the kid still on your hip. You were talking to him, your loose hair hiding most of your face from view, but the kid was reaching for you. He looked back to Karga. 

“Think you can do me a favor?”

A/N: If you're loving Beskar Doll and are OK reading elsewhere, through Chapter 40 is live on AO3. I'm playing catch up posting here and the whole fic will eventually be here, too. But if you'd rather not wait, you have options! Love you and thank you for being here!

[help-an-alter]

Hii! Can I have name suggestions that start with K? Mostly gender neutral or masc if that's okay

Kai , Kris , Kendall , Kyle , Kason , Ky , Kingsley , King , Kayden , Karter , Karson , Kyree , Kori , Kory , Kannon , Kylen , Keller , Kree , Kalen , Kas, Kasen

Sorry this is so short -mod cupid / mod 💘

[musical-overthinkers-analysis]

Intro post for the originality

Welcome to musical-overthinkers-analysis, the blog where two music geeks overthink and overanalyse songs.

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Mods

This acc is run by Kree ( @kreeative-error ) and Fruit ( @theboredasexual ). We are irl qpp's and we have another shared acc ( @meanwhile-in-aevynfall ) where we post comics and random stuff about our shared story and oc's.

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Our Reccomendations bc why not

MADDS BUCKLEY!!!! Basically everything she's done but the best two albums are Sunset On Summerville and My Love Is Sick. Some specific songs from her are...

My Love Is Sick (for people who relate to experiencing a toxic form of love)

Little Big Boy (for people with a 'i wanna bE SOMEONE' complex)

Reach (for people with and inferirority complex, which we have offcially renamed a Reach complex because of this song)

Anything Anything Anything (its cheesy and adorable)

Dogbird (this one is just good, okay, I love it)

We also are big fans of Sparkbird, Fish in A Birdcage, and Conan Gray.

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Our Common Tags

TW and CW analysis' are gonna be in almost every song because we are not okay and we listen to sad ass songs.

Personal are...

#unprompted analysis (for when we decide to analyse a song of our choice, rather than one from our asks)

#requested analysis (for when we respond to a song request from asks/dm's)

#kree rambles (for when Kree, specifically, has a random thing to say that isnt an analysis)

#fruit rambles (for when Fruit, specifically, has a random thing to say that isnt an analysis)

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[394hq]

welcome to earth 394, carol danvers!

« teresa palmer, physically 34, she/her, mcu w/ some comic influence » ∙∙ loading case file for CAROL DANVERS. known aliases, if any: CAPTAIN MARVEL. current location: MANHANTTAN, NEW YORK. current occupation: avenger. she has been known to be CONFIDENT and HEADSTRONG so proceed with caution. their current alliance: AVENGERS. (a, she/her, 25+, est)

mod - since we can't message your tumblr, you can send us your blog whenever you're ready within the next 24 hours and we'll get you set up with your ooc links!

short bio: carol has had to fight tooth & nail to make her own way & get as far as she's gotten in life. from taking matters into her own hands & joining the air force on the day she turned 18 to get the education she desired after her father chose to put her less academically successful brother through college instead of her, telling her she should just be happy getting a husband to take care of her, to becoming one of the air force's best pilots. she survived exposure to the energy of the tesseract via a light - speed engine during a flight gone wrong with dr. wendy lawson ( mar-vell ) which ultimately activated her cosmic powers. after she was abducted by the kree following that flight, had her old memories wiped by them, & was made into a weapon for starforce for several years, she found her way back to her true self with some help from a few friends. it's been a while since then & now she's busy using her powers to do as much good as she can, whether it's fighting alongside the avengers on earth or doing some avenging, protecting, & helping those in other parts of the universe.

[incorrecttamendegushiquotes]

Qiu Tong: Being a girl in love with a girl is not always cute or romantic or soft or tender. Sometimes it's pushing your girlfriend’s face away yelling because you have viral bronchitis and she keeps trying to kiss you knowing this because she has no sense of self-preservation.

*a day later*

Qiu Tong: Update: she got bronchitis! You'll never guess how!

[incorrecttamendegushiquotes]

My two favorite ships combined! Yes!

bumbleby kiss in the new tamen de gushi comic

https://twitter.com/ranamediaa/status/1657012975809470464

[theroyalsims]

ANYA’S REPUTATION TAKES A HIT: SOCIAL MEDIA USERS SAY PRINCESS MUST CHOOSE AND STOP BEING A “TWO-TIMER.”

We called it!

Yesterday’s photos that show The Crown Princess and Sterling Guildford has caused a stir, especially among social media fanatics.

Keyboard warriors have been flooding the Royal Family’s official social media accounts with offensive comments about HRH’s alleged love life, so much so that the mods behind said accounts have turned off the comments section on their feed.

“Two-timer,” “cheater,” and “snake” are among the most common taunts that commenters often leave. The disappointed online users also left hundreds of comments containing only the snake emoji, and the hashtag “#snake” to show their disdain on the Crown Princess’ alleged traitorous behaviour.

Even the stars have weighed in on the Anya-Mario-Paul-Sterling “affair.” Rapper Klive “Livvy” Easton shared on his micro-blogging page: “still waters run deep... it’s always the quiet ones who are the worst. *snake emoji* #snake”. Actress-turned-politician Cyndee Clarkwurst shared a similar sentiment: “pick a guy, ffs. you’ve shown you’re (sic) true cheating colours, might as well own it up and stop stringing those poor men alone.”  

However, not all are as critical of the Crown Princess. HRH has an ally in Supermodel Marianna Kree, who wrote: “The problem with society is we’re too quick to judge. If a man has lots of female friends, he’s kind, sweet, a good listener. If a woman does the same, she’s a player, a whore. #disappointed #leaveanyaalone”. Similarly, novelist Arlen Joni Wong, in defence of HRH, also shared: “I didn’t know there was a rule that women cannot be friends with men. #leaveanyaalone”.

As the issue escalates, and online trolls continue on their attacks, we can’t help but wonder what HRH thinks about all this.

A royal insider spills: “knowing Anya - how fragile she is - all this is bound to take it’s toll on her. She’s probably humiliated to her core. I expect a few official engagements cancelled in the coming days. She’s going to want to lie low after this.”

After all is said and done, whether you’re team #snake or team #leaveanyalone, one question remains: Your Royal Highness, is it Paul, Sterling, or Mario? We guess the quickest way to end this problem is to address it once and for all, and quickly!

[mcukinkbingo]

Introducing Your New Mods!

Hello everyone! As you may have guessed from our call for mods earlier this month, MCU Kink Bingo has welcomed some friendly new faces!

To start, if you don’t remember me, I’m Al (they/them). I co-ran MCU Kink Bingo for Rounds 4 and 5 and will be the head mod for Round 6. I mostly stay in the corner with AOS characters and ships, but occasionally venture out to cry about Team Cap and various other characters who deserved better. If you have any questions about previous rounds, or the bingo’s rules and policies, send them my way!

Now, to introduce our new mods! We’re all working as a team so feel free to contact any of us with questions.

Hello, I am Ru, 27, she/her and next to one of the mods, a writer. I've been into several Fandoms, Marvel one of the longest for roughly 15 years now, starting with X-Men and continued to the MCU, AOS and a few others (I am not big on Time Travels and Intergalactic Worlds). If you need help with any kinks, be it an explanation or just help what it could be except all the steamy hot stuff, I am good to help along - no matter the pairing. I wrote already enough pairings and even more kinks than one probably should do, so always happy to help!

Hello! I'm Angela/buckybarnesdeservestobehappy (she/her), and I've been involved in the MCU fandom for about a year. I watched the movies as they came out but didn't fall down the rabbit hole until after Endgame when I introduced the MCU to my twin nephews (then nine, now eleven) and rediscovered my love for Bucky, who's always been my favorite. Let him be happy! In my writing, that’s usually with Steve, although Natasha sometimes has her way with him too.

I'm Aurora, she/her, and I've been into Marvel for about 2 years now. I was a casual fan back in Phase 1 but didn't join the fandom until Endgame. I'm very much into the space and magic side of the MCU (it’s all Asgardians and Doctor Strange all the time in this house). My OTP is Froststrange, but I’ll occasionally dabble in other Loki ships, especially if they’re problematic.

Hi, I'm Pocket! I'm an artist and crafter who loves the cosmic side of the MCU, especially the Kree and Children of Thanos. I'm also into AOS. I participated in the last two rounds of Kink Bingo and I'm so excited to be modding this time around. I can be reached fastest on Discord (Pocketcosmic#4003). I hope to help everyone have a great time!

[kreeborn]

                               MCU DISCORD RP SERVER

PLOT:

Endgame. Avengers versing Thanos. The final battle between good and bad, for the sake of the universe, but one mistake was enough for the Avengers to lose. The mistake was simple in itself - Stephen Strange told Tony what had to be done for the battle to be won. Proxima, being the closest in the madness on the battlefield, overheard them both. Once Tony had the Stones in his possession, it was easy for the trained warrior of the Black Order to cut off his arm with one swift motion and give the stones to Thanos. 

 With Thanos once more in the possession of the Infinity Stones, another Snap was inevitable. This time, however, there was no going back. There were no second chances, no battles anymore to be won and as if the acceptance of loss wasn’t enough, Thanos presented the Avengers with an ultimatum. In three days, he would destroy Earth completely, as a punishment for thinking they could stop him in his quest of bringing the universe to a balance. In Thanos’ eyes, however, that was also an act of mercy, as he didn’t kill any of them that weren’t dusted away once more, an act of mercy that contained them witnessing the aftermath of the Snap once more and live with the consequences for the rest of their lives.

During the battle against the Avengers, the Kree were among those who fought for Thanos’ side, thanks to the alliance forged between the now dead Ronan the Accuser and the mad titan. The Kree had hoped for protection against everything from Thanos yet suffered the same fate – half of the population was gone. Realizing they have done wrong in siding with the wrong person, the Kree government and Emperor decided to take in as many of the Terrans as they could, as a way of redeeming themselves in causing wrong in the final battle. 

With that offer on the table, which was taken by the Avengers after discussing their options, the Avengers were the first ones to step foot on Hala, the home capital planet of the Kree, followed by as many Terrans (and other intergalactic species living there) as they could save before Thanos destroyed Terra for good.  

Now in their new home, it’s up to the Avengers and Terrans to try and make a new living on their new home planet, with or without the help of the Kree.

HOW TO APPLY:

Send a message to either @mvspelheim, @ironxhero (who also made the amazing banner!) or me with the following:

Nickname: Age: Character you’re applying for: Short bio that fits the timeline of the plot:

RULES AND TAKEN CHARACTERS ARE UNDER THE CUT! Come and join us!

RULES:

1) First and foremost, the general tumblr etiquette applies here: no godmodding, meta-gaming or powerplay unless you discuss it first with the other person or mods.

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6) Hate will not be tolerated, neither will drama.

7) You're more than welcome to take on as many OC characters as you want, as long as you'll be able to handle them!

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TAKEN CHARACTERS

Tony Stark Michelle ‘MJ’ Jones Valeera Surtursdottir (OC) Morgan Stark Wanda Maximoff Daisy Johnson Yon-Rogg Peter Parker Carol Danvers Eddie Brock/Venom Pash-Kel (OC) Pepper Potts Karter Kane (OC) Andrea Stark (OC)

[incorrecttamendegushiquotes]

These three are the embodiment of this image

When you're so tired seeing your friend and her gf smooching...lols😁

[cheermeupthankyou]

Captain Marvel: A bonkers visualisation via GTA V mod™

I Kree I kill

I can only shoot shitty photon blast from one hand

Skull ambush! I was off guard

Why am I upside down and being mind fucked?

I fought les Skrulls and fell to earth

Biker: not the most flattering diving suit

Yea but I could still fuck your girl

Skrulls exists, Agent Fury

Fury: Do you know how to fly this thing? Yes or no  Q.

Yas.

I DONT EVEN KNOW WHO I AM

YOU ARE CAROL DANVERS

I can’t with dis Kree colour anymore

NO MATTER

HOW MANY TIMES

I FALL

I RIES

AGAEN

MY NAME

IS CAROL

WHAT HAPPENS WHEN I FIGHT BOTH HANDS

I punchies most of my blue Starforcer away

*RONAN SPACESHIPS ENTERS*

I have nothing to prove to you

I tuned  your pager, Fury call a bitch when urgent  yeah

THE END (Endgame sequel maybe?)

[fandomshatewomen]

Just a note on your post defending Carol Danvers: they didn't take the Captain Marvel title from Monica Rambeau to give to to Carol in 2012, which seems to be a common misconception. Monica hasn't been called Captain Marvel since 1996, when the title was given to original CM Mar-Vell's son Genis-Vell. After him was his sister Phyla-Vell in 2004, then another Kree called Noh-Varr in 2009, then Carol in 2012. Monica has gone by other codenames for the majority of her publication history.

Yeah but those were aliens not humans.  Its still not fair that Monica was a Black woman and she was passed over for the mantle of Captain Marvel.  I may have been a short run but it meant something to PoC and especially Black people.

mod ali

[fierceawakening]

Cripes, that 'Thanos gets tipped off WRT Gamorill' (or however the hell you'd portmanteau their names) has me pondering the broad-strokes Florida Person(C) factor of Earth-born/raised humanoids (granted, 'Star-Lord' was abducted as a 10-something by space pirates) as compared to Xandarians, Kree, et al. Many of whom seem visually hard to distinguish from Earthers barring radically different garb or cybernetic mods.

Starmora seems to be the usual portmanteau.

Which just makes me think of weird looking sea creatures.

And yes, as I see it, Thanos’s reaction is basically “my baby girl is dating Florida Man.”

[fandomshatepeopleofcolor]

I'm sorry to break you here. But Monica Rambeau isn't Captain Marvel as you intend. Monica appeared as a character named Captain Marvel, she isn't related to the original Captain Marvel, Krees, Space and Mar-Vell. What I mean is that Carol Danvers is the Captain Marvel of the Marvel Story while Monica was the Captain Marvel as a spiderman's story.

The origins differ but it's not like Monica Rambeu was kept strictly within the Spiderman story arc. She appeared in multiple factions of the marvel comic universe as Captain Marvel.

Mod TZ

[incorrecttamendegushiquotes]

MopHead, when Sun Jing first wanted to approach: are you sure that's a wise decision?

Sun Jing: I have never made a wise decision in my life and I never will

[kitcat992]

Hulk’s Rematch

For @profoundfangirl

So, for those who don’t know, the Marvel Studios Reddit subreddit was absolutely flooded with speculation over the past year as we all waited for Endgame. You had your typical trolls/liars insisting they somehow saw the trailer for the movie way back in summer of 2018, and they posted these “leaks” strictly from their “memory” Remember, we didn’t get the first trailer til....January, I think? We had a long wait.

And fans were eating up anything related to the movie, no matter how stupid it sounded. If you said your uncle’s cousin’s brother worked for Disney and you saw a leak, they believed you.

A lot of this speculation was obvious bullshit. Most Reddit users called it out for what it was -- trash. Eventually the mods kept speculation off of their subreddit and then when they got closer to the movies release they just created a giant Speculation Thread for everyone to post their trash there.

But before that, we got the glorious story of Hulk’s Rematch.

If I remember, this user (who almost immediately deleted this account, thus making people believe Disney had “sniped” him) started the post by saying “DO NOT ask how I know this, I just do, I saw the trailer and this is what I remember.”

Hulk’s Rematch was so incredibly stupid that it became a meme up until the movies release.

The trailer starts off showing the damaged Infinity Gauntlet in a field on the farm planet. As the camera focuses in on the Gauntlet, we hear Tony's voice: "We were destined to lose." Epic music score starts. The Quinjet is shown landing in a Wakandan wasteland as we hear Steve Rogers say: "We have come so far." Tony and Nebula step off the jet as the remaining Avengers approach. Steve has a look of relief and says: "Tony". Tony, seemingly defeated, shakes his head and gives a friendly smirk back to Cap. Marvel Studios Logo appears We get a glimpse of the Battle of New York from 2012 Avengers. Loki is shown looking shocked and baffled as he is on top of the Stark tower. There is a flash of a blue light as the camera pans back. (Cuts to black) Next we see the Wakandan throne with M'Baku at the helm. He's surrounded by his new kingsguard. (A mix of the hill tribe and Dora Milaje). Shuri and Banner are seen working on a new project in the lab. Black Widow, in full gear, is in Hawkeye's family home from Age of Ultron.  Basically everything is thrown all over the place and broken. Nat is studying some type of map with multiple photos and locations on it. A quick shot of Thanos is shown with a long sword, walking down an alleyway in New York City.  The next shot is a dark hooded figure with glowing eyes, aiming a bow and arrow before shooting towards the camera. (1-2 visuals of the Quantum Realm) Scott Lang (no suit) is shown running through a park dodging explosions. (Shot of Space) Thor and Valkyrie are aboard a Kree ship. Thor says: "If the stories are true, you're our universe's last hope. If such a thing even exists anymore". The next shot is an older, determined Tony Stark walking through the new SHIELD HQ's (Avengers Facility in upstate New York). He's in full SHIELD attire and carrying an orange briefcase. Banner (wearing spandex) is seen running from something, looking terrified. The next shot is Ant-Man appearing out of a flash of light and landing in a desolate place. We see it from his point of view from inside his helmet. He looks left to right and to his left again and says: "What in the-". (Camera focuses on Vormir and its stars) Next, a shot of Rocket and Nebula modifying some new weapons in the lab. Rocket says "When can we try this bad boy out?" They both smile at eachother and fist-bump. We get our first glimpse of Iron Man in his red and gold nanotech armor. Hulk falls from the sky and lands in front of him. Thanos, in full armor, smiles. Hulk smiles back. The next shot is in Japan. War Machine, Nat, and Steve (in their full Avengers gear) are surrounded by The Yakuza. Hawkeye (Ronin) walks through everybody from behind them and approaches the Avengers. There's an intense exchange of looks between Clint and Natasha (Next shot is at the Sanctum) Wong is communicating with Dr. Strange's soul via portal. (Cuts to black) Grey haired Tony Stark and Ant-Man are in a post-apocalyptic NYC. The screen flashes back and forth multiple times through multiple scenes. We see Captain Marvel floating with her fists on fire and her eyes lit up. Thanos in the soul stone with young Gamora screaming at him Loki and Thor fighting off Chitauri together. And Tony handing Steve a brand new shield in the Wakandan throne room. (Cuts back to Tony and Scott) Tony opens the orange briefcase as Scott hands him an illuminated bracelet. Tony asks: "How?... Is this even possible?" (Iron Man and Ant-Man are shown travelling through the Quantum Realm. Tony and Scott are back in the battle of New York from 2012. The final shot before the title reveal is an Infinity Stone disappearing from Thanos' damaged gauntlet. He abruptly gets up and puts on his armor. His face goes from extremely infuriated to a menacing smile.

Title reveal:

Avengers: Annihilation

Stinger:

The Hulk is training at the new SHIELD facility with Black Widow and Steve. Steve notices that Hulk has been training non-stop as of late, so he asks why. Hulk responds in Banner's normal voice with: "My rematch is coming real soon, I can feel it!"

I feel a real pang of sorrow to say.....all this would have been better than what we got.