#my di'kut

[forcebewithyall]

@fox-trot here's some distracting little doodles for you as you begin recovery! I loved your post about baby Di'kut and decided to doodle the feisty little guy. I also saw your notes about Di'kut "having opinions" and "not being fond of Rex" and I figured those two things likely went hand-in-hand. :'D

[bibannana]

Rex *frowning*: Don't every lie to my face again.

Echo *in a fighting mood*: That's kind of hard Sir. We all have the same face.

Fives *in the background*: Ohhhhhh!

[radiosummons]

Star Wars fanfics be like: You will learn these arbitrary, complicated and rich world building fake languages or fucking die!!!!!

[sun-roach]

And then they fell in luv

JFBNFNDNDNNDNDNDNDNNDNYNDNNSNNS YESSSSSSSSSS 🥺🥺😭😭🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡

Fork blinks in surprise as the man in front of him, cups his cheek. Immediately the blush in his cheeks deepens. He tries to look away, hide his blush, hide the tingling warmth that appears in his chest. But he can’t. His honey brown eyes stay glued on the older man. He can’t tell why. Is it because of his scars? Is it his beautiful smile or his fascinating eyes, that are full of stories not yet told?

Fork's heart stutters. He wants to say something. At least greet him back? Yet no word will leave his lips, all stuck in his throat, causing him to gulp. As a lieutenant he shouldn’t feel so helpless. Just push him away.

But instead he leans into the touch, steps closer and welcomes the warmth offered to him. A gentle hand finds it’s way towards the former bounty hunter’s forearm, holding onto him, afraid that he might leave because of his sudden touch.

Looking away, he hesitantly starts to tap on his arm, signing words he can’t get out.

<Want… Tea.. with me?…> ///@.@///<3

[peskyimmortals]

You know you're in too deep when you call yourself an idiot in a conlang you learned via fanfic osmosis

[mapplestrudel]

I've talked about Paz the Blue Fridge enough that Kid 1 drew him:

[plainshobbit]

Watch "Time lapse Dandelion flower to seed head" on YouTube

Watching this time lapse of of a dandelion and thinking about Cody and this post from @existentialscientist .

Imagining Cody stuck in service to the Empire after Order 66 -- slowly shrinking in on himself and becoming bitter over the years.

Swiftly growing bristled and gray from the accelerated aging.

Finally getting fed up with the Empire's osik and ready to scatter seeds of rebellion.

@whymylifewrites Thank you for the tag on the Cody and Dandelions post. In return, come get some "Sad Cody Headcannon". I'm so sorry. T-T

[cc1010fox]

Fox: My head is killing me. Vos: Headache? Fox: Blunt force trauma. Vos: What? What happened? Fox: I got punched in the helmet. It was harder than I thought... Vos: ...Who did it? Fox: No. I'm not going to send you off to commit a crime that I have to bring you in for. Vos: You're right. Put your arm around me. I'll help you to the medical bay. Here, hand me your helmet. Fox, standing inside Vos's holding cell the next day: What jetii magic did you use to figure out who it was? Vos: I'll never tell. Fox: ...Thanks for turning yourself in at least... Vos: I didn't want you running around with an injury, Mesh'la Commander. Fox: Did you j--?...Get your shebs up. He's dropping the charges because you scared the osik out of him. And don't think you're off the hook with me just because of your cute little comment. I still got lectured about having a dangerous jetii around. Di'kut...It's Marshal Commander. Show some respect. Tch.

[starbirdsonthearch]

Ezra: I made some caf.

Sabine: I don't want caf.

Ezra: I didn't make caf for you. This is my caf.

Sabine: Then why are you telling me?

Ezra: It's a conversation starter.

Sabine: That's a lousy conversation starter.

Ezra: Is it? Are we not conversing?

Sabine: (exasperated) Di'kut...

[bibannana]

Fives *holding a ponch, trying to decide whether to wear it or not*: Do you think that it's going to rain?

Echo *standing outside, absolutely drenched*: No.

[jake-g-lockley]

Piece of You (The Mandalorian x reader)

Masterlist | Playlist

Warnings: fluff, you might fall in love with Mando if you haven’t already

Word Count: 1.1k

A/N: Thank you so much for 500 followers!! Wrote this cuz I love this tin can and I kinda just wanna kiss his big, sexy stupid helmet. Also I’m sad rn but the show must go on :’)

Grogu cooed gleefully as he watched the evening light refract from the stone on your wedding ring. He was clearly fascinated by the way the light bounced around the hull of the razor crest. You smile into his wrinkly green head as he grabs your fingers, bouncing happily on your lap.

You were waiting for your husband with bated breath. He was out, bounty hunting again, something you’ve grown used to over the past few years. But today he was late, and he had promised you that he would be back at noon.

Being married to Din Djarin had its own set of hurdles that you had to learn to get past. One of the main things you still haven’t gotten through was your husband’s untimely working schedule. You certainly understood the complications of bounty hunting but the familiar anxiety hits you as you glance up to see the evening sun setting, its departure casting a golden glow over Grogu and you.

As light slowly faded, you got dinner ready for your child and not before long he was sound asleep in your arms, tiny fingers gripping your tunic. A clan of three, Din had whispered with a smile when he had proposed to you. You vowed to care for this kid as your own and you loved him very much knowing that he was just an extension of Din.

You glance outside once more for Din but no sign of him. You sigh and get up, rocking the child slightly and placing him into his cot with a little stuffed Blurrg that you made not too long ago. Just as you placed the stuffed Blurrg down with Grogu, you hear the whoosh of the front entrance and the stomp of big boots. You smile, turning to see your husband, expecting him to remove his helmet and give you his usual kiss but he just walks past you.

You blink as he removes his helmet and sets it on the dining table, trying to figure out what had just occurred. You gather your bearings and glare at him as he walks straight into the refresher without even giving you a glance.

“Di'kut,” you murmur to his retreating figure. Suddenly, you look back at his shiny helmet and an evil thought crosses your mind. You quickly grabbed your reddest lipstick and instantly got to work.

You wiped the helmet clean with a cloth before slathering lipstick on your lips. You kissed every single shiny bit of beskar until it was covered in red smooches. Giggling at your creation, you wiped your lips, setting the helmet down and you quickly walked to your sleeping quarters.

You pretended to be asleep the second you heard the shower turning off. About thirty seconds later, your ears were happy to hear a loud sigh coming from where you had left Din’s helmet. One thing you loved about your husband was that he never overtly reacted to anything and his toned down reactions made any situation funnier than it actually was.

Your lips tried to betray you by curling upwards and you felt like you were fighting with the Maker as you tried to keep it together when you heard Din’s footsteps coming towards you.

“Cyar'ika, what in the world have you done to my helmet” he sighed again.

You kept your back turned to him, still fighting the urge to giggle.

“Did I do something wrong?”

Instantly, you turn to him with a grimace on your face. There your husband was, holding his decorated helmet, a big fluffy towel wrapped around his waist and a look of slight indignation was sewn into his handsome features.

“Ah,” he said as he set the helmet on the bedside as he scanned your face.

“They don’t teach you how to treat your wife as part of your training, Mando?” you pout as he smiles down at you.

He suddenly tackles you, kissing you all over. Wet droplets scattered all over your face as the curls on top of his head shook. You squirm and laugh but Din cages you with his larger frame and you’re trapped.

“I’m sorry baby, I just really needed the shower.” he said, his damp hair soaking your linen shirt as he laid his head into your chest.

You wrap your arms around him and cling to him like your life depended on it. He noticed the pressure in how you held him and he reassuringly brought a hand up to cup your face.

“Hey, I’ll always come back to you. No matter what. I made that promise and I intend to keep my word.” He whispers as he looks up at you.

“Really?” you ask despite knowing what his answer will be.

“Of course.” He said, nuzzling back into your chest.

After a few beats of comfortable silence, you smile.

“You'll have to wear that to work tomorrow.” you said, pettiness lacing your voice. “No buts.”

“Hey-“

“It's just a piece of me with you, you know, for a while until it fades away.” you say, truth edging your voice on.

“I already have a piece of you with me, cyar'ika.” He says, holding your hand and placing it onto his chest, right above where his heart beats. “This here belongs to you, and only you.”

You and him stayed like that for a while, you feeling the weight of his hand against yours and the soft thump of his heart, playing a melody that would only be music to your very own soul. Your other hand finds its way up to cup his jaw, his scraggly beard soft and fluffy under your touch.

You stared lovingly at the man before you. You thought about the first time you saw him without the beskar and the usual combat gear, how he surrendered it all for you, showing his vulnerability in the purest form he could find.

Nevertheless, you had the right to be mad.

“That’s cute, sugar curls, you’re not getting away with this, not even your sweet words can save you now, Mando.” you said, patting his chest.

A dark look passed his eyes, one that would usually be masked by the helmet. You most definitely caught the look and you shrank back slightly, wondering whether you had taken it too far.

“I was just joking, I’ll go clean it-” Din silenced you with a hand to your mouth.

“You wanna show everyone that I’m yours, huh?” He leaned down and whispered in your ear.

You nod, unable to find any coherent words in your brain to comprehend the pressure of his hand on your mouth.

“Only for you then, cyar'ika.” he breathes, kissing the shell of your ear.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

“I’m not even going to ask about your beskar decorations today, Mando.” Cara chuckled, trying to keep a straight face. “But if I had to pick out a wild guess, I’m gonna go with angry wife?”

Din nodded and smiled at the thought of your mischiefs. Cara patted his shoulder understandingly as several giggles erupted from the other end of the canteen.

“Wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Translations:

Di'kut: idiot

Cyar'ika: sweetheart

[sun-roach]

Just a random thought…

What if the long necks created twin clones as an experiment to minimize costs and to test if it enhances any stats? (It doesn’t, which is why they stopped the experiments at one point. There would be only a few handful twins that made it)

Idk why but I imagine Wolffe and Fox as twins that argue almost every second, but if you talk shit about one of the twins, the other one will go feral and bite you.

They both share the core values of duty, honor and vision (, to see the republic succeed and the vode grow). Which is why both are very protective of their brothers, especially the younger ones. Both are extremely good strategists looking for the best solutions.

Despite their similarities they tend to see almost everything differently. Wolffe concentrates more on what is, while Fox relies more on intuition (, which will later get tainted/ clouded by the dark side thanks to Palps).

This often results in unnecessary fights and arguments.

Yet in a real fight, on a battlefield, they always got each others backs and compliment each other. Wolffe is stronger and more aggressive in combat, while Fox is quicker and more agile. They are two soldiers of one soul. Inseparable, no matter how far away they are from each other. Their hearts beat in unison to a rythm only known to them.

Wolffe: Di'kut!

Fox: Shabuir!

Alpha-17: >:|

Alpha-17: I should cut their tongues out. Why the kriff are they fighting now?

Cody: *sighs* Well neither of them wants to play the role of the loser

Alpha-17: This is creative training. There is no loser... *growls *

Wolffe: I am older. You are the loser!

Fox: You are only older by ten milliseconds! We are from the same tube!

Wolffe: and yet i am not as ugly as you!

Fox: We have the same face, utreekov!

Wolffe: I got prettier eyes

Fox: *blood red eyes, different to the vode's dark eyes, sparkle as he looks down* I am the loser?

Wolffe: *gulps and shifts awkwardly with guilt * N-Nayc. I am…

Fox: Yes you are! *grins sly*

Wolffe: You kriffing shabuir!!!! *tackles Fox to the ground *

Alpha-17: I swear. I am surrounded by idiots

Cody: ???

Alpha-17: Don’t look at me like that, Kote. You are the worst of your batch. Where is my favorite?

Bly: I am here!

Alpha-17: I said my favorite

Ponds: hello?

Alpha-17: …

Rex: What’s going on here?

Alpha-17: There he is!

[the-cantina]

Sweet Torture | Rex x f!Reader

Pinned post | Masterlist | The Bad Batch | Clone Squads | Delta Squad

Summary: Rex regrets all of his life choices as you make him swallow his pride in the best – worst – way.

18+ themes below the cut. Be responsible about the content you consume, if you're not of adult age in your country, do the both of us a favor and go away.

Ficlet | Mature | Word Count: 856 Contents: Cockwarming, Rex gradually losing his battle against lust

Mando'a terms Di'kut: Idiot | Ner kar'ta: my heart

Datapad in one hand, Rex watches you scroll through yet another article that caught your attention in the last twenty minutes you’ve both been sitting together in the spacious hotel’s bathtub. He sighs. Not for the first time — and hardly the last — his head rolls back, seeking some comfort in the decorative tiling of the bathtub’s edge; hoping the cold material will fight, even if minimally, the heat sweltering underneath his skin.

Looking for any distraction from the sweet torture of your nude form pressed to his front, Rex risks a peek at the device in your hands, wondering what had your attention this time.

Biting on the inside of his cheek is all he can do to keep in the moan clawing its way up his chest, when his eyes glance at the word lingerie and the picture of a lacy set in the perfect blue and white of his armor. And if there was a time Rex ever hated the tactical focus engineered into him by the long-necks, it was now.

Closing his eyes would only make his mind work overtime to turn whatever glimpses it caught and feed him all the scenarios he had no need of thinking of at the moment. At least, not if he didn’t want to embarrass himself like a shiny making out for the first time.

With another sigh, Rex can’t help but look back at his younger, unwise three hours younger self with petty contempt.

Had he not been a cocky di’kut, bragging with all the overconfidence of a cadet fresh out of their first successful training session about his “unbreakable focus”, maybe he would be in a better situation now.

Instead, he sits in the bathtub with your back flush with his chest, the soft warmth of your inner thighs bracketing his, your head resting back on his shoulder, giving him an unimpeded view of your chest. Of the way the lips of your cunt — your slick, warm, maddeningly pulsing cunt — stretches to accommodate around his cock. All things that would spell paradise, if not for the fact you are not moving a single kriffing inch on top of him, content to feel him throb inside of you, unaffected by the need tearing him from the inside out.

“Something wrong, ner kar’ta?” your voice, sweet like wild honey, breaks him from his thoughts. It takes Rex longer than acceptable for to pry his eyes open; longer yet to focus past the haze woven by the throbbing tempo drumming low in between his legs to find your gaze pinned on him.

He is mildly aware his voice rumbles in his chest, and assumes he must have mumbled you an answer. One that doesn’t reach — ever gets processed by his own ears — not with the way he’s busy drowning in your eyes. The hazy glint on them, the heaviness of your eyelids, the minute way your eyebrows tilt up when his hips curl up without his - and more importantly, your permission.

It’s enough to break whatever spell was weaving between the two of you.

Rex cursed himself as your gaze sharpened almost as much as the smirk growing on your lips as you looked pointedly at his hand. His own datapad — the one where he should fill reports in — groaned pitifully on his grasp, the edge near his thumb now sporting a small, concerning rainbow line.

And if he wasn’t so focused on not making a mess of himself, Rex might have bothered with forcing down the heat prickling from the tip of his ears to the last inch of his chest.

Gathering enough of his voice for a proper answer took every last thread of self-control ingrained from years of training, but at last, a wheezed “I’m fine, beloved.” made its way out of his lips.

“Then settle, love. I’m trying to read”, you chided in a satisfied purr that fell like the sweetest of caresses on his ears; a caress his hyper-aware senses feast in like a ravenous nexu.

Your back presses firmer against his overheated skin, and Rex squeezes his eyes until stars spark behind them, holding on the datapad and long-forgotten fruit in his hands like they were the only things threading him to sanity.

Breathe in, hold. Breathe out, repeat; C’mon Rex, you can do it. It’s just like in the old resistance training—

But then you decide to make yourself even cozier, hips shifting on his too-sensitive cock, your oh-so-warm, silky walls squeeze and rub him in all the right ways. His datapad meets the floor with a concerning crack, and the now ruined peach slice oozes sticky between his fingers.

You preen at your obvious victory, and Rex whines on the crook of your neck as the vibrations of your chuckling extend way past his chest.

And when you are finally moving, and Rex is sure he’s about to pass out. The ever winding coil in his core tightens to the point he can barely breathe. Fett preserve him. He felt he was about to die with every roll of your hips…

But karking hells, what a wonderful way to go.

★ And if you got to the bottom of this post, please consider reblogging and/or leaving a comment! It helps me know you like what I share with you, and fuels me to share more ★

[zoeykallus]

Hiii !! Omg i absolutely LOVE your writing and creativity!! It's my first time asking a request so i hope it is okay.. 😅. I just finished reading your headcanon fic of the batchers + Howzer telling reader about what certain words in Mando'a mean... Totally at your convenience and leisure - What do you think TBB's (and any other clones you may want to add) reactions would be if reader replied back in mando'a any generic conversation? (ie: in the case that the clones didn't know that the reader could understand/speak mando'a)? ... sorry i hope this makes sense, no worries if not!

Either way - i appreciate you and your writing so much!! ♡

Aloha!

Thank you kindly! Very first or just the first request addressed at me?

*giggles* I like the idea. I guess some of them would be pretty nervous or embarrassed, depending on what they say. And please forgive, I'm using online dictionaries and translators for this, because I still know nothing about mando'a 😅

It's not much text, yet it still took what feels like forever... I hate mando'a now 😅

Minus Howzer because I ran out of ideas and mando'a, and I didn't want to reuse stuff, sorry! 😭

The Bad Batch x F!Reader Fluff HC's - Busted!

Pre Relationship/Fluff

_______________

Hunter

As you enter the cockpit, Hunter and Crosshair are having a conversation. You greet them, stand next to the co-pilot seat, and look out into the lights of hyperspace.

What you don't notice is that Hunter is watching you, dreamily and thoughtfully.

Crosshair asks him, "Meg cuyir ibac di'kutla haa'taylir bat gar troan?"

Hunter frowns, but then smiles unperturbed and says, "Ner kar'ta laaran tion'tuur Ni haa'taylir kaysh"

You pause, feeling warmth rise in your cheeks. You turn to him and when he sees your expression, his eyes grow wide, and he holds his breath for a moment. He suspects that he has just given himself away.

"Me'ven?" you ask.

Hunter's eyes grow even wider, almost coming out of his head.

You say, "Crosshair just asked you; what's the matter with your face? And you said that your heart is singing when you see me"

"Stupid face", Crosshair corrects smugly.

"Um… well, um...", Hunter stammers, not knowing what to do now.

Crosshair smirks and says, "Gotcha."

Hunter's gaze shoots over to him, "You knew she spoke mando'a?"

"I sure did," the Sniper says dryly.

Hunter jumps up out of his seat and says, "Did you hear that? I think Omega just called for me!"

He rushes to the cockpit door, but it closes in his face.

"What the hell…."

He turns around to see that the Sniper has his finger on the console. Crosshair has closed the door.

"I don't think so," he mutters in amusement and leans back in his chair, clasping his hands behind his head.

"Di'kut," Hunter growls, then his gaze drifts to you, and he murmurs softly, "Oh boy…"

Me'ven? - Huh? Excuse me? What? (General expression of bewilderment or disbelief)

Echo

Echo watches you while you sit outside and enjoy the silence, eyes closed, face tilted towards the sun. It is a wonderful, free day that you enjoy in peace. And Echo enjoys the sight of you.

Wrecker whispers to him, "You shouldn't stare like that, eventually she'll notice."

Echo says unconcernedly in normal volume audible to you, "Ibic dala cuyir mesh'la. Ni liser't gaa'taylir bic. Ni mirdir Ni kar'taylir darasuum kaysh"

Your heart beats faster, you get all warm, and it's not the sun. You look in his direction, see how shy Echo looks at you, that sweet smile. You smile back and realize that he didn't mean for you to understand what he just said; This woman is so beautiful. I can't help it. I think I love her.

Your smile widens, and you say, "Vor'e, Echo!"

His smile freezes and he seems paler than usual.

Wrecker laughs softly and says, amused, "I told you she'd find out."

Echo grumbles quietly to him, "I didn't know she understood the language!"

Wrecker shrugs lightly and says, "Well, now you do."

You continue to smile at him, your heart racing. Echo laughs nervously.

"So you understood what I was saying?"

You nod and answer, "Yes."

He tugs at the collar of his blacks like it's suddenly too tight.

"We should probably talk about this… right?" he asks, slowly moving closer.

When you say, "I'd love to," color comes back to his cheeks.

Vor'e! - Thanks!

Wrecker

Just as you enter the cockpit, Wrecker and Echo are sitting together talking.

"You should talk to them," Echo says.

Wrecker looks up, sees you and seems startled at first, but then he smiles.

He says to Echo, "Ni'm chaabar be debaan."

Echo sighs and says, "Sooner or later you have to say something, otherwise you'll always be in the dark"

Echo leaves the cockpit, and you are alone with Wrecker. The giant looks at you shyly.

You ask him, "Who would turn you down?"

"What?" asks Wrecker, startled.

"You just told Echo on mando'a that you were afraid of rejection. Who would reject you?"

Wrecker stares at you, not expecting you to understand the language. He takes a long moment to collect himself. But finally he sighs, takes heart, and looks directly at you.

"You."

You blink in surprise.

"I don't understand, in what way should I reject you?"

Wrecker says softly, "Um, I have a crush on you."

At first you're flabbergasted, but then you smile and feel all warm. You step closer to him and your hand gently rests on his cheek.

"Oh Cyar'ika, I feel the same."

Wrecker's eyes widen, then he beams at you.

"Really?"

As you nod, he leans toward you and gently presses his lips to yours.

Tech

You've been working together in the engine room all day. In the last few days, you've spent a lot of time with Tech, and somehow he's been acting differently toward you for a while.

"Tech?"

"Yeah?"

You take a deep breath and ask what's been on your mind, "Lately, something seems to be on your mind. You've been acting differently toward me. Is there something wrong? Did I upset you or something?"

Tech blinks in surprise and says, "You noticed that?"

With a nod, you sigh softly as you realize there really is something going on.

Tech puts his work train aside and says, "You didn't do anything wrong."

With a frown, you ask him, "Then what is it?"

Tech blinks, his eyes wandering nervously around the room.

"It's hard to explain," he finally says.

"Even for you?" you ask with a small smile.

Tech smirks.

"You give me too much credit, I'm afraid," he says with a soft laugh.

You ask him gently, "Would you at least try?"

Tech swallows, then nods.

"There's a statement on mando'a that sums up well what's going on with me right now. Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum."

You stare at him. He just said he loves you.

Tech sees your face and his eyes get big.

"Please tell me you don't speak mando'a."

"Ner kar'ta laaran," you say a little breathlessly.

Tech's cheeks turn red. He blinks several times, avoiding your gaze, and when he looks at you again, he smiles nervously and shyly.

"May I kiss you?" he asks softly.

"I request it."

Ner kar'ta laaran - My heart sings

Crosshair

You are alone with Crosshair on the Marauder. As always, it's pretty quiet, he doesn't talk much. You like him a lot, but you can't fully understand him and honestly, you don't know how he thinks about you.

As you clean the cockpit together, you say, "You always call your brothers by nicknames."

Crosshair looks up briefly and says, "Yeah. So?"

"I think you called Hunter di'kut, several times, and the rest mostly vod or ori'vod".

The Sniper nods but looks at you urgently.

"I still don't know what you're getting at".

You smile shyly and say, "Can't you give me a nickname too?"

Crosshair pauses, thinks for a moment, then shrugs.

"I already call you Kitten, don't I?"

You nod in agreement and say, "I kind of like that too."

Crosshair smirks smugly.

"But I want one in another language too".

The Sniper rolls his eyes, but it's not condescending, more amused.

"So the lady wants a nickname in mando'a too?"

You nod eagerly and look at him expectantly.

Crosshair says, "I don't understand why. You don't understand the language anyway, but have it your way. I'll call you Cyare from now on."

You hold your breath as you collect yourself and as he looks at you questioningly you say, "Crosshair, I understand mando'a very well."

"Oh… That's awkward."

You grin.

"You don't have to be shy, cyar'ika" you say, amused.

Crosshair grumbles, "I feel like I've been tricked".

You laugh, "Could be because you've been tricked."

Crosshair throws his rag at you which you barely dodge. Laughing, you run off, and he chases after you.

"Come here, you wicked thing!" he calls after you, more or less amused.

Ko-Fi (If you feel like giving me some coffee)

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[sofasoap]

NOTE: this is my OLD MASTERLIST, please check my description for new updated masterlist LINK

Update:

9/Apr/23 - Touch - Johnny Soap MacTavish x F!Reader. Explicit theme.

7/Apr/23 - Life of captains - task 141 boys

7/Apr/23 - Miss Sunflower - Kyle " Gaz " Garrick x F!reader Gaz and you started long distance… friendship?

5/Apr/23 - Sweet - Din Djarin x F!reader + Grogu Happy Early birthday to my friend, hoping this little drabble piece will bring you happiness :)

WARNING: R18 ONLY. UNDERAGE DNI. YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR OWN INTERNET CONSUMPTION.

MORE BELOW THE LINE.

-The Mandalorian -

Story time. -- Din Djarin x GN! Reader + Grogu

Din loves to read, but it’s been a difficult life for him to keep up with his hobbies. Until you and the baby came along.

Nightmare -- Din Djarin x GN! Reader + Grogu Din’s biggest nightmare is losing his family, his clan, losing you.

Heartbreak -- Din Djarin x F!Reader The only time Din says no to you. Din sucks at communication. 

Wrenching heart  --Din Djarin x F!reader Part 2 to heart break. Going into bit of reader's backstory.

Mending Heart - Din Djarin x F!reader Part 3 to heartbreak. Din the di'kut is trying to make amend.

- Interlude : Fracturing heart  - Din Djarin x F!reader Interlude after Mending heart. Reader's past catching up to her.

Scarring heart  -- Din Djarin x F!reader Din explains himself. And offers you a solution.  Part 4 to Heartbreak.

Healing heart - Din Djarin x F!reader The Di’kut proposed a solution. Would you accept it? Part 5 to Heartbreak.

Ner Kar’ta - Din Djarin x F!reader Din claiming back what is rightfully his. His place by you. Finale to Heartbreak series.

Little Heart - Din Djarin x F!reader Little drabble post- heartbreak series. Both of you surprised each other.

Comfort - Din Djarin x F!reader Short drabble, before all the major event in the heartbreak series, Din and you just started travelling together, and he shows his care through action. -- Comfort - Extra -- extra scene where Din goes to the market.

A quiet moment - Din Djarin - Din Djarin x F!reader. Short drabble, after Little heart. Domestic fluff for our Clan Mudhorn.

Sweet - Din Djarin x F!reader Short drabble piece, Pre-relationship, when clan of three still travelling around in search of Jedi.

- Call of Duty -

This is where my fic which i dubbed " The Mini MacTavish Universe" goes. Inspired by @saltofmercury fic which she graciously let me borrow and write bit more expanded universe from me ( my MUSE )

Just to guide ppl the order which they can read the story in chronological order, I added in numbering system. also which " route " you take. Choosing König or Simon. Or both. We love the big boys.

PLEASE NOTE: some people might think this is not a true "reader" fic, I apologise, as it is too specific so I am tagging on warning that this is bit of reader and OC fic. Be warned. ONLY proceed down if you don't mind.

1. “The Favorite MacTavish” - BY @saltofmercury. (König x  f!Reader )

To understand any of the background of my Ghost and König story in this universe, better to read her wonderful story first. And while you are there, check out her König fics too. It's a wonderful series exploring the difficult relationship between a soldier and a civilian.

König

2a. "You are very huggable" - (König x  f!Reader )

Continuation of " The favorite MacTavish " from König's perspective if you like König. Poor König totally out of his element in this new social situation.

3a . " First step" - (König x  f!Reader)

An unexpected coffee date. Right after " You are very huggable."

4. Interlude: Here comes the insertion specialist - (König x  f!Reader )

König and alcohol doesn't mix well.

5a. Fate, brought us together again. - (König x  f!Reader)

Reunite with König, again, under very undesirable circumstances.

6a.Thank you for everything. (König x  f!Reader )

Time for Mini to introduce her new boyfriend to the family. Breaking Ghost’s heart a little bit. and new found family for him.

7a. Interlude two : Everyone deserves happiness. - (König x  f!Reader )

Bit of family moment. Family love all round.

8a. Forget me not. - (König x  f!Reader )  

The bad news you never want to hear, and more.

9a. Remember me?- (König x  f!Reader)  

He couldn't remember you. Your heart is broken into pieces. Is there a chance?

Epilogue A. Come what may. - (König x  f!Reader) Family life afterwards. And the boys learn very fast about never piss off your wives.

Epilogue Valentines Drabble - Warmth - (König x  f!Reader )  Valentines piece for our lovely König. Domestic moments. Because our big teddy bear deserves it.

- Drabble - Feral -- König x  f!Reader Meeting Horangi officially for the first time, him dobbing König's recklessness on the battlefield.

Drabble - Quiet Moment - König - König x  f!Reader Family moment with König and his son.

Simon " Ghost " Riley

2b. "Up for a challenge" - ( Ghost x f!Reader)

Same with above, Continuation of " The favorite MacTavish " but Ghost is the main interest here..

3b. "Love, do not pass me by" - (Ghost x f!reader)

This story sets quite a while after " Up for a challenge". Life turns upside down for the better, and the worse, and rock bottom.

4b. "Am I full of sorrow, or filled with love" - (Ghost x f!reader)

Sequel to "Love, do not pass me by". Self reflecting moments by Ghost. And shocking news.

4b. "Happy ever after, please stay for a while" -- (Ghost x f!reader)

Mini and Emma moving into the new place. Johnny is the best big brother you can have.

5b. "Why the strife and flow of tears". - (Ghost x f!Reader)

Sequel to ““Happy ever after, please stay for a while” .Babies, and finally opening up to each other.

Epilogue B : Eternal happiness among us - (Ghost x f!Reader)

Ending to the Simon's Series. Confession time

Epilogue B1 : "Death, Comes easily" -( Ghost x f!reader)

set after the epilogue. Threat never cease.

Epilogue Drabble : And life goes on. -( Ghost x f!Reader + 141 members + OCs ( the children )

life and snippets or mainly how Ghost is overprotective of his daughter. Family moments.

Drabble : Injury - Ghost x f!reader Simon Comes home with multiple injuries.

Monologue + Pre-4B " You are my light. " ( Ghost x f!reader)

how Simon found his light. Can be read as a standalone or can be part of the Mini MacTavish universe. Little insert of what happened the night leading to “Love, do not pass me by”“

Epilogue Valentines Drabble - "Home." ( Ghost x f!reader)

Happy Valentines people!! bit of soft domestic fluff. Because our dear Simon deserves it.

Epilogue drabble - Still healing ( Ghost x f!reader. ) Coming home after long deployment, old wound opens up again.

Drabble - Quiet moment – Simon  ( Ghost x f!reader. ) Short drabble about Simon and children.

Alternative ending: "Thistle and Thorn" - ( Ghost x f!Reader + Johnny " Soap" MacTavish)

Kind of in same universe as Mini MacTavish, where every active soldiers and service people's families worse nightmare comes true....PURE ANGST YOU BEEN WARNED.

Captain John Price

Little secret. - John Price x f!Reader

When Soap and Gaz found out something their captain been keeping a secret for a long time. and Ghost is a shit stirrer . This is part of the “Mini” MacTavish universe, but the reader isn’t “ Mini”.

Learning to let go - John Price x f!Reader Price doesn’t want you to go on a mission, you two had a disagreement, and result? make or break.

A quiet moment  – John Price  - John Price x F!Reader Life, marriage and baby.

Thinking of you - John Price x F!Reader After a hard mission, Price has some time alone. Thinking about you, and his son.

John " Soap " MacTavish

Hello There. - John Soap MacTavish x f!reader

How you met Soap. had a crush on him. Does he like you as well? This is following the Ghost timeline of the Mini Verse.

A quiet moment – John “Soap” MacTavish.  - John Soap MacTavish x f!reader  Little short drabble about our Soap boy and domestic fluff. This is following the Ghost timeline of the Mini Verse.

Surprise - (John Soap MacTavish x f!reader) Summary: Little short drabble about our Soap boy and domestic fluff. Continuation of A quiet moment – John “Soap” MacTavish. 

Soap’s Sleepy time story - (F!reader+ OC children) Very short drabble Crack fic stemming from Neil Elice’s Soap’s sleepy storytime. I absolutely love that guy. 

Touch - (F!reader) Soap desperate for your touch after coming home from mission.

Squirrel - (F!reader) You are not the usual type Soap goes for. But he is interested in you. Or How Soap put his own foot in his mouth.

NOT part of Mini MacTavish verse.

Kyle " Gaz " Garrick

Miss Sunshine - Kyle " Gaz " Garrick x F!reader How Mr Sunshine meets Miss Sunshine.

Miss Sunflower - Kyle " Gaz " Garrick x F!reader Gaz and you started long distance… friendship?

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A Hairy Situation

Jesse, shaving his head so that his tattoo stays nice and visible: Well well, who's that handsome devil in the mirror? -winking at himself and taking his sweet time- Hardcase, annoyed because there's only one electric shaver available due to some past unfortunate circumstances: Jess you're taking ageeeees!!! Let me have a turn! -trying to take the shaver from Jesse's hand- Jesse, startled: Hey, I'm not done yet! Back off 'Case! -pulling his arm away from Hardcase's reach so that his batcher doesn't take the electric shaver from him- Hardcase, huffing: No duh you're not done... You keep making googoo eyes at your own karking reflection!!! I gotta bounce before all the good food's gone from the mess! Jesse, rolling his eyes and grinning at him: Then you shoulda woken up earlier Casey~ Hardcase, frustrated: I DID wake up early! But Kix was already using the shaver and then you cut in line! Come on! Hand it over!!! -still trying to wrestle the shaver out of Jesse's hand- Jesse, fighting back: HEY!!! Quit it 'Case! Fives, carefully trimming his goatee and watching the mayhem unfold: Oh this is not ending well. Echo, putting on some aftershave: Oh for sure... Should we do something about it? Fives: Like the captain would say, 'Not my circus, not my monkeys'. Jesse & Hardcase, both struggling over the still working shaver and moving about in the packed 'fresher: GIVE IT UP YA DI'KUT!!! -flailing about dangerously close to Tup who's too busy talking to Dogma to notice the ongoing struggle- Fives, noticing what's about to happen: Oh kark that's not good... Jesse, Hardcase stop!!! Echo, yelping: Tup watch out! Hardcase, distracted by the Domino Twins: Uh? -lets go of Jesse's arm without warning- Jesse, accidentally shaves part of Tup's head due to over-correcting his stance and swinging his arm wildly: OH SHIT!!! Echo & Fives, gawking in horror: Hardcase, trying to process what just happened: Jesse, horrified: Oh maker! Tup I'm so sorry vod'ika!!! Tup staring blankly: Jesse, concerned: .... T-Tup? Tup, slowly turning to stare blankly at Jesse: Dogma, looking at Jesse and Hardcase and sighing because he knows what's coming: .... Run. Tup, eye twitching from sheer fury: THIS TOOK ME AGES TO GROW OUT!!! Jesse & Hardcase, both screaming and running away for their lives: Tup, running after them with murderous intent: COME BACK HERE YOU LASERBRAINED PAIR OF DI'KUTLA SHABUIRS!!! Dogma: ... Guess it's my turn with the shaver. Echo: Aren't you going to help them??? Dogma, staring at Echo incredulously: And get in between an angry Tup and the objects of his ire? No thank you. I value my life... Fives: Fair enough.