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Home is Where the Hurt is

Chapter Twelve of The One Condition Series | Chapter Thirteen

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 5k

TW: Violent situation w/ a man

Summary: You and Din get to Eadu to get information from your contact.

Notes: Sorry for uploading a day late ! I had to attend a play my brother was in (he did so amazing !!). If you took a shot every time the word 'rain' is in this chapter you would either have alcohol poisoning or be in the hospital getting your stomach pumped.

Mesh'la: [MAYSH`lah]

Copikla: [koh-PEEK-lah]

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Eadu looks hauntingly beautiful from the comfort of your seat aboard The Crest. The swirling clouds appear to be much less threatening from your vantage point. You can see at least eight different cloud clusters on the side of the planet you are approaching. They all vary in size, but you know that each of them can bring destruction. After spending your whole life on this planet you had seen what they could do first hand. If your house's roof wasn’t secure enough, if your fences weren’t reinforced enough, the storms would rip it apart. You were grateful your father taught you how to weather the storms. It came in handy after you left your childhood home. There was no way you could live there after what happened. The rain may have washed your fathers blood off of the stones outside, but it couldn’t wash away the memories.

While you had the strength to leave and build a new home for yourself, you didn’t have the strength to do it on another planet. The good thing about living on a planet that had a sparse population was that it was easy to move away from everyone. The bad thing was that since the population was so small, not to mention tight knit, everyone talked. Not wanting to deal with the fall out Alden caused, you fled. You became a recluse after the whole incident. Moving clear across the planet so you didn’t have to be reminded of what happened. You became fully self reliant and only depended on yourself. There wasn’t anyone left to rely on if you were being honest.

You were fine on your own for the first few years. The constant torrential downpour kept you busy with repairs on the shack you built. You had even stumbled upon a small herd of Nerfs. They roamed around your lodging and were a good distraction. At least for a while. You missed people and you missed human contact. There were times when you were so close to packing up your bag and returning to your small village, but the idea of seeing Alden or Thuban kept you away. In reality you had no idea if either of them were still around, yet you knew that no one really left Eadu. It was a planet that had a way of keeping you there. Maker, you were still here after everything. You had an inkling that your brother had left in order to not face the consequences for his massacre.

Maybe it was the loneliness or maybe it was your inability to shut out the violence in your mind; you finally got up the nerve to leave Eadu. You bought a ticket to Navarro, the guild’s reputation was known throughout the galaxy, and decided to end this once and for all. Then you met him: The Mandalorian, Tin Man, Mando, Din. You got closer to the real him with each name. You had no idea that he, and his kid, would come to mean so much to you.

“Be careful on entry. The heavy rain and thick cloud cover make it particularly difficult for ships to pilot through.”

Although Mando has never been to Eadu specifically, he has flown to and from enough planets to know how to operate The Crest in less than perfect weather conditions. This doesn’t stop him from listening to your warning. He enjoys hearing you talk about planetary safety because he knows that means you are worried about him. You remind him of the storm clouds. Your exterior is beautiful and enchanting, but underneath there is so much rage and rain. You hide it well, but you have allowed him to glimpse under your cloud cover to see what's really going on. He felt like he had gotten rammed by a mudhorn, again, when you told him of Alden’s familial connection to you. While your anger and pain were valid before, he knew the root of those emotions was betrayal. Your brother had killed your parents and left you for dead all for some credits to blow on spice that wouldn’t last.

The entrance into the atmosphere is rocky like you predicted. You hold the baby securely in your lap as you watch Din grip the steering tightly. The rain beats down relentlessly on the glass encasing all of you. The only thing keeping you calm during this descent is the man piloting the ship. You breathe deeply in through your nose and out through your mouth and try not to focus on the ship's insistent shaking. When The Crest finally clears the storm covering the planet you are met with the next challenge: navigating the rocks. Eadu, along with being known for rainfall, has tall rectangular rocks that stick up from the ground. The heavy rain makes them all the more dangerous.

“Okay!” You yell over the roaring around all of you. “I want you to head for the rock that looks like a giant brick!”

“They all look like giant fucking bricks!” Din yells back.

“Trust me! You will know it when you see it!”

You are right: he does know it when he sees it. As he maneuvers through overgrown stalagmight after overgrown stalagmight he sees the mother of them all. The rock formation is enormous. He can’t be sure how high it stretches, but it looks like it just barely brushes the tops of the clouds. It has a million lines etched into the face of it. No doubt from the years of rain it has weathered.

“What now?!”

“Take a left and head west!” The sounds outside are deafening. “There will be a clearing you can land in! The rain lets up as you fly deeper into the planet!”

He takes a hard left at your instructions and you feel your stomach heave. The baby in your lap lets out a gleeful laugh and throws his hands in the air as if he is on a carnival ride. You look out the window and can make out whispers of lights coming from people's homes. They look like scattered stars from your position.

“There!” You point.

You can see the clearing you told Din about a few minutes prior. It is just as you remember it. There is a small house sitting to the left of it that is encased by the rocky terrain. You see him nod and pull back on the thrusters. The rain has also lessened quite a bit. It is still coming down steadily, but you are able to see more clearly now. As the ship begins to engage its landing procedures, you close your eyes. The constant thrashing around has made you light headed and you can’t bear to look out anymore. You only open them when you feel a hand pat your thigh.

“Are you alright?”

“I think I left my stomach back at that last turn.”

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Listening to the soft sounds of the rain on the exterior of the ship while you dig through your bag is so nostalgic. If you close your eyes, you swear you are six years old again trying to fight sleep in your childhood bedroom. The child plays on your bed with his little ball next to you as you feverishly delve into your satchel.

“Where are you, you piece of shit?”

Your bag is only so big. How can this one article of clothing evade your desperate hand?

“AHAH! There you are!”

You triumphantly pull out a tightly folded, nerf skin poncho. It is a staple piece of clothing to have here on Eadu. If you were without this, you were pretty much screwed. It kept you both warm on cold nights and dry from the rain when you had to go out and tend the Nerfs. Your charismatic display of emotion has caught the attention of the babe by your knees. He has decided that whatever you have in your hands is much more interesting than his favorite toy. He watches with wide eyes as you unfold it before him. He eagerly listens as you explain what it is to him. You remark at how similar your poncho is to his normal, everyday cloak. You pick him up and set him down on the crate beside you before donning an outfit from a lifetime ago. It is still just as warm as you remember. The material was soft and worn in against your skin. It had been a gift from your father on your fifteenth birthday. It was a bit too big then, but now you had truly grown into it. The child coos at you while you give him a spin to show off. It made your heart beam that he is so enthralled by something so personal to you. As you continue to spin, a flash of silver catches your eye.

“I guess my party invitation got lost in the mail.”

Still giddy you throw your head back in laughter at his comment. “Look, the kid and I are twins now.” You move over next to the baby and smile up at the masked man.

“That’s cute.”

“Oh! Speaking of the word cute, I was wondering if you knew how to say it in Mando’a? I wanted a nickname for him.”

Din thinks back fondly when he heard you ask the child about it a while ago. There were so many times when he wanted to tell you what it was, but then he would have revealed that he was awake. So he opted to wait until you asked him and the time finally came.

“It’s copikla.”

“Copikla.” How fitting. The word itself even sounded cute. “Hear that little guy? You are copikla!”

Din loves the way you say words in Mando’a. It seems to just roll off your tongue like it was a language you were meant to speak. He sweetly watches how you kiss his kid and whisper the word to him over and over again. Your praises of the child are met with tiny giggles.

“It’s not a word that is used for women though.”

You turn to face him and raise your brow. “Oh? Why not?”

“In Mando’a it is a word that is only associated with small children or animals.”

“So, what would you call me?” You feel your cheeks burn slightly when you ask.

“I would say that you are … mesh'la.”

“Mesh’la? What does that mean?”

“Beautiful. It means you’re beautiful.”

“I like that better than cute.” You feel bashful as you speak.

“It suits you better.” He walks over to you and the child that is still sitting contently on the crate beside you. “You are beautiful with this poncho on, you are beautiful in your regular clothes,” he moves to cover the kids ears. “And you are beautiful without any clothes at all.”

You bury your burning face in your hands. He has an unwavering ability to make you speechless. You've thought men only speak like this, minus the last part, in storybooks. For a man who apparently struggles to express his emotions and thoughts verbally, he sure was doing a really good job. You feel leather wrapped hands engulf yours and softly pull them down. You peek up at the beskar, ever gleaming in the hull light, and smile.

“You really think so?”

“I’ve seen it with my own eyes. I know so.”

You softly squeeze his hands back to return your silent sentiment. The child to your left breaks the moment with a small whimper. All three of you spend the next few minutes collecting everything you need to depart the ship. You place all of your clothes back in your satchel, but not before checking on your credits. Truth be told you hadn’t checked on them since you started your journey with Din. You just want the peace of mind you think. You open a small pocket on the inside of the bag and look in. Of course everything was in its place. You breathe a small sigh of relief, close everything up, and swing it over your shoulder.

“Ready?” You call out to Din as he is closing the armory.

“I’m ready if you are.”

The rain has slowed down since flying deeper into the planet, but it is still enough to soak you to the bone. You pull your poncho closer to you and look over to your two companions. The child has been placed in Din’s own satchel. You get one last look at him before he is closed up inside the small space. You snap your head forward, pull your hood tight over your face, and step out onto the rainy ramp.

“This is Thuban’s house.” You tell him as the two of you head for the blacked out house. “When we get up to his door there will be cover for you and the kid to stand under.”

“What about you?” He moves to cover the satchel with his cape to further protect the child.

“I’m going to knock until the bastard opens the door and then I’m going inside whether he likes it or not.”

“What if I don’t like it? You going inside alone.”

“Do you trust me?” You move your gaze from the house to meet his. The water glides right off of him; he looks statuesque. For a split second you have the urge to kiss him right here and now. He has been nothing but supportive and attentive and caring. He let a strange woman board with him and allowed her to drag him across the galaxy on a bloody mission all to quell her demons.

“Until the universe burns out.”

With that the two of you finish the small trek in silence. The closer to the door you get, the larger the pit in your stomach grows. Maker, what if he really doesn’t know where Alden is? What if he doesn’t even live here anymore and we are bothering a kind elderly couple in the middle of the night? What if, what if, what if. When the door finally looms in front of you, Din moves to the right of the door with the child still packed away. He doesn’t rush you when you don’t knock at first. He allows you to catch your breath and collect your thoughts. You look over at him, fist raised towards the door, and mouth thank you.

You knock on the door three times, then pause, three times, pause, and then a final three times before you pull your hand completely away. This probably looks like you are being impatient to Din, but in reality this is you and Thuban’s secret knock. You two had made it up years ago so you always knew when the other was at your door. While it feels like you have been waiting for an eternity, you know logically that it has only been a few seconds. You see a small light flick on through the window and hear muffled grumbling from inside. The lock clicks and you see the door handle start to turn. You take one final breath of fresh air before the stench of a spice infested house greets you.

When Thuban opens the door he looks like he has seen a ghost. His lifeless eyes look you up and down before making their way back up to your face. His mouth hangs agape and his hair is standing up on one side. If you weren’t so filled with rage at the sight of him, you would have felt bad that you woke him up with your rhythmic knocking.

“Is that…is that really you…?” He mumbles your name.

“From beyond the grave.” You say dryly. “Can I come in?”

He doesn’t say anything as he moves over. You offer up a small smile to Din before you disappear into the disheveled house. You aren’t surprised to see that nothing inside the house has changed. The wall is littered in the same photos, the carpet by the couch still has a light blue stain from you spilling bantha milk, and dirty dishes lay piled in the sink. You follow him hesitantly into the living room and stand awkwardly as he takes a seat in the recliner.

“You can sit if you want.”

“I’m fine. I don’t want to be here longer than I have to.”

“Still holding a grudge after ten years I see. How do you sleep with so much hate in your heart?”

“Like a baby.” You lie.

“Well,” he lets out a thick cough. “What brings you to my humble abode so late in the night?”

“Alden.” You see him get visibly tense. “I need to know where he is, Thuban.”

“How the fuck would I know?” He moves his hands behind his head in an attempt to seem unbothered. “He skipped town after he…after his freakout.”

“I know you still keep in contact with him. The least you could do is tell me what you know about him.”

You could have sworn you see guilt flash across his face before he answers you.

“In the last transmission I got from him, a month ago, he was on Daiyu. He said he was working in some shitty spice lab. Some place with a Vulptice, those crystal fox things, as its logo.”

Of fucking course he is working in a spice lab. After all this time he is still enslaved by this damn drug. You suppose after all the shit that went down there really was no turning back. The only thing he could do was use spice to fry his brain and get so sky high that he ignores what he did. You envy that a little if you’re honest. He could just forget all the carnage he left in his wake. You didn’t have that privilege.

“What’s it to you anyway? I never thought I would see you again, let alone hear you want to know where he is.” His tone has progressively gotten more agitated since you arrived and started bombarding him with questions.

“I just need to find him, okay?”

“Maker, you are just as delusional as you were ten years ago.”

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” The rage you are feeling is beginning to show itself.

“You couldn’t save him then and you can’t save him now.”

“I don’t want to save him!” You belt out. “I want to kill him! I-I want to…kill him.”

Thuban just stares at you with raised brows. If he wasn’t taking you seriously before, he definitely is now. He moves his hands out from behind his head and sits up in the chair.

“You want to kill him? You? This is a joke right?”

“Why would I have dragged myself back here if I was joking?”

“I don’t think you have it in you.”

It enrages you to know that he is right. Even with all of the hate you harbor, you know that you couldn’t be the one that pulls the trigger. That's why you hired a bounty hunter after all.

“I don’t really care what you think about me, Thuban.” You breathe exasperatedly. “I’m leaving.”

“Woah woah woah,” he rises to his feet and takes a step towards you. “You can’t just show up here and bring up our past, ask questions about your brother, and think you can just leave.”

You have been struggling to keep your anxiety at bay since you arrived on the planet, but the dam just broke. As much as you don’t want to show him you are scared, you take a step back as he advances on you.

“Yes I can. I don’t owe you anything.”

“The fuck you do. I just gave you Alden’s location.” He closes the gap between the two of you. You can smell the lingering traces of his drug use on him. You try to back up more, but the backs of your knees connect with the arm of the couch.

“I’m going to leave just like I did ten years ago.”

“You stupid fucking bitch-”

You hear a blaster cock behind you and watch his eyes dart up to where the sound came from. While he takes a few steps back he still doesn’t remove his eyes from the weapon.

“Who the fuck are you?”

“The last person you’re going to see before you die if you talk to her like that again.”

You feel a hand wrap around your stomach and pull you flush against cold beskar. In an instant you feel secure. You were proud of yourself for holding your own for as long as you did, but you knew the situation was starting to spiral out of control. For the first time in your life you were grateful for the thin infrastructure of Eadu housing. Nothing can happen to you now that he is here.

“We are going to leave, just like she said, is that going to be a problem?”

“No man, no problem here.”

“That’s what I thought.”

Din turns your body to face the door and lightly pushes you towards it. He stays sizing Thuban up for a little while longer and then turns to leave himself. The Mandalorian has just cleared the door frame when Thuban decides to poke the proverbial hornet's nest.

“I knew you didn’t have the guts to do it yourself. You hired a bounty hunter to do your dirty work for you. You were a pussy then and you’re a pussy now.”

Before you have time to even turn around a blaster fires. You flinch on instinct and your blood runs cold at the guttural scream that Thuban unleashes. You spin around and see Din standing outside the house with his blaster in his outstretched hand; the weapon is still smoking. Thuban is writhing on the floor and gripping his right knee.

“You shot me in my fucking knee cap, you psychopath!” He snarls.

The more you look, the more horrified you become. Blood has already soaked all the way down his pant leg and splattered all over the carpet. You can’t even see the old stain anymore. He looks so pathetic laying there in a fetal position. He is yelling obscenities at both you and Din through his tears.

“I decided that was better than killing you. Now you get to live with a permanent, painful reminder of the part you played in all of this.”

“F-fuck you man. Fuck you.”

Din turns around, completely unphased, and takes your limp hand in his. “Let’s go, Cyar’ika. You don’t need to be here anymore.”

He guides you away from the house, away from Thuban, and into the rain. You can still hear him cursing the two of you as you depart. You grip Tin Man’s hand harder with each word you hear slug at you. You know you are probably hurting him, but he says nothing as he ushers you to The Crest. The farther out you get from his house, the harder it is to hear him. The sounds of rain and of two pairs of feet splashing in the mud has taken over. You allow him to mindlessly pull you up the ramp and into the hull. He takes you over to his bed and gently pulls your soaked poncho off your body.

“Climb in.” His voice is soft and husky. “I’m going to put the kid down for bed and then get us off this makerless planet, are you going to be okay?”

“Yes. Just come back to me.”

“I couldn’t stay away from you if I tried.”

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Your body has fully relaxed by the time you hear him open the bedroom door. You were grateful for the time alone actually. It allowed you to collect your thoughts about what happened. There is no guilt in your body about what happened to Thuban. His injury is a small price to pay for his actions. You also feel lighter. You stood up to him and you ended up getting what you needed to find Alden. Everything is falling into place for once in your life and it was all thanks to the man standing at the foot of the bed.

“I already put the blindfold on. You’re safe.”

“That’s my good girl.” Voice already unmodulated.

Your body tingles as his weight makes itself known on the cot. You just want him close to you so bad it hurts. Before he even gets a chance to properly position the covers over his naked body, you wrap your arms around him. He immediately responds by holding you tightly against him as the two of you lay on the bed. His skin smells like him, but also of rain and earth. It’s slightly cold due to the rain that had soaked through his tunic.

“You’re shaking.” He whispers into your hair. “Did the rain get you wet out there?”

“It wasn’t the rain.”

His breath shudders as he holds you and your words seep in. You place your lips to the crook of his neck. His heart rate steadily picks up the longer you linger there. You allow your tongue to trace the muscles leading up to his jaw. The scruff he has tickles your nose as it brushes it. His grip on your body deepens as you continue your secret exploration. Your lips find the patch in his beard that is sparse with hair. It is probably one of your favorite spots to kiss him. Your lips fit so perfectly there.

“I want to taste you.” He whimpers. One of his hands had found its way up to the back of your head and intertwined itself in your hair. The other pushing your core into him. The lack of pants has left little to the imagination and allowed you to feel him harden with each kiss and flick of your tongue. You move your hand down and grip onto him. You feel him breathe out heavily into your hair as you start to pump him.

“I’ll do whatever you want me to.”

“I want…” his breath hitches again as you continue teasing him. “I want you to sit on my face.”

You had been dreaming about this since he gave you permission to blindly feel his face. While you were nervous, you knew this was something you both were salivating at the idea of. You tell him ‘yes’ and move to sit up. You take off your shirt and set it to the side. Your nipples harden as the cool air of The Crest greets them. Next, you remove your pants and finally your underwear. As you patiently kneel next to him, warm hands come up to cup your breasts. You back arches at his delicate touch.

“Are you sure I won’t suffocate you?”

“Absolutely not, but I couldn’t think of a better way to go if you did.” You can hear a devious smile in his voice. “Now, come here.”

You crawl up next to his head and place your hands on each side of his face. You lower yourself and kiss him deeply. You want him to feel the depth of gratitude and appreciation you have for him. He nimbly slips his tongue into your mouth and you moan.

“A kiss for good luck.” You say as you pull back from him. He playfully pats your ass before you throw your leg over his shoulders to the other side of the cot. With his hands finding their way to your hips, you maneuver yourself until you are right over his mouth. You can feel your body humming in anticipation as you sink down to meet him. As your body connects with his tongue an unholy moan escapes him. You brace yourself against the wall in front of you and suck air in through closed teeth.

He takes no time to start absolutely devouring you. He expertly moves his tongue over your folds before slipping it inside of you. Your body jerks forward as his nose cuts the tensions building inside of you by rubbing against your clit. As you begin to thrash against him, his grip on you tightens. He even moves his left hand to your ass. Rocking your body forward and backward over him to help stimulate you all the further. You cry out wantonly as he laps up what you leak for him, what you leak only for him.

He grunts hungrily under you as you continue with the rhythmic motion he helped you set. He moves his head to the right and left underneath you and it sends shockwaves that can be felt all the way to your toes. You don’t know if you want to get off or keep going. The sensation is so overwhelming. Always one step ahead of you and willing to push you to the edge, he speaks.

“You’re not going anywhere. I’m not done with you yet.”

He quickly moves his mouth back to you and circles your clit with his tongue this time. The combined slickness from yourself and his saliva has your body tierting on the edge. You place your forehead on the wall and ball your hands into fists as you wait to come undone for him. A starving animal has nothing on the way he is tearing you apart. You ache to have the ability to look down and watch him work you. To see if his brows knit together in concentration, to see if he closes his eyes or keeps them open, and to see if his nostrils flare with pride.

“Don’t stop. Yes, right there.” You mewl. “I’m going to cum.”

He keeps his pace consistent. Maker, he is perfect. He doesn’t slow down or speed up, he doesn’t change position, he just holds steadfast. Within seconds your body comes apart at the seams for him. You feel your core tighten as you gush onto the man below you. His immoral moans only aid you in cumming harder on him. He helps you through your orgasm the entire time. Your body is weak and slick with sweat from all the pleasure he just gave you. You shakely move off of him and sit back lightly on his chest. Your combined breaths are heavenly to listen too as they tangle together.

“Fuck me.” You say breathlessly. “That was incredible.”

Your hands find his hair and hide themselves in his disheveled curls.

“I’ll take you up on that offer.”

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