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Clan of Three - Chapter 15

Chapter Fifteen: The Apostate

Plot: A Mandalorian, an infant with a history of the jedi, and a teenager with similar powers and a heavy role to bear. Now reunited their journeys across the galaxy are just beginning to complete their final mission.

Word Count: 5.5K

Pairing: Father Figure!Din Djarin x Platonic!Teen!Reader

Warnings: some wholesome moments, light violence, semi-angst, slight ptsd

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A covert hidden in the shadows now out in the light though still hidden on a planet. The waters before the cave lap at the shore as a boy stands in the waters other Mandalorians surround him as their leader steps forward a helmet resting in her hands.

“I swear on my name and the names of the ancestors…” She starts and the boy recites, “I swear on my name and the names of the ancestors…”

“That I shall walk the Way of the Mand’alor…”

The clans look over the signets glimmer in the sunlight, banners of the smaller clans representing the covert.

“And the words of the Creed shall be forever forged in my heart.

“And the words of the Creed shall be forever forged in my heart.”

The Armorer looks down at the boy who stands in the water as he recites the creed, “This is the Way.” She says

“This is the Way.” The boy responds and the whole covert repeats those words. The Armorer raises the helmet placing it on the boy’s head as it covers his face.

“From this moment on, I shall never remove my helmet.” She says and the boy nods, “From this moment on, I shall never…”

The words are interrupted by a dinosaur turtle that storms the beach attacking the Mandalorian covert. The water sprays over them all as the adults rush to kill the creature with their weapons, others getting the children back to the caves.

“Go! Go! Go!”

“Young ones, to the cave!”

It swings its arms and head snapping at them causing the water to pull some other as they fight against the creature and protect their own.

“I got you! I got you!”

The creature eats a few Mandalorians their screams filling the air and the others attempt to plant explosives on the monster but are unable to pierce its thick hide. Grappling cables pierce it trying to subdue the creature. But it’s sheer vast and strength as it rolls flinging Mandalorians attached into the air and some pulled underwater. The Armorer rushes forward saving one of their own only to be thrown back by the creature. The boy rushes forward to try to save the Mandalorian on the ground but the creature charges toward him. Paz Vizsla reaches the child pushing him aside, “Get down!” Firing at the creature as it charges toward him.

Two torpedoes strike the creature at its side distracting it as it turns towards the ship heading off to attack the Mandalorians look spotting a starship heading back towards the creature. Another attack comes from an X-Wing firing straight at its face right as the N-1 fires its final torpedoes killing the creature a large explosion of water and guts comes flying down from the air as the creature screeches before collapsing. The Mandalorians watch as the starfighter and the X-wing land beside the creature, as they draw closer to see who their saviors are. The canopies of both open revealing from the N-1 starfighter the exiled Mandalorian with his child and from the X-wing a mix of both Mandalorian and Jedi.

You both exit your respective ships as Din with Grogu leads towards where the Armorer had walked off to. You’ve never seen this many Mandalorian since Nevarro when they first rescued you and Grogu but it seemed like they have only grown more. Din creates a path as they look at the three of you as they pass by. You could feel their gazes follow you as they take in your appearance. Probably for the fact you wear no helmet and the weapons that rest on your hip that have them whispering.

“Bic cuyir a jetiise..Witch…te adiik cuyir nayc Mando…” (It’s a jedi. The child is no Mandalorian) You ignore most of their whispers and insults are mainly thrown at you. Until you catch the gaze of Paz Vizsla his hands holding the large blaster and you feel the heated glare coming from the man. Turning your gaze forward at Din’s back as you enter the cave. You see the forge created just like the one on Nevarro and Glavis Ringworld. She stands with her back towards you both before she speaks up her voice echoing throughout the large room.

“You have removed your helmet. What’s worse, you did so of your own free will. You are no longer Mandalorian.”

Din steps forward placing Grogu down on the ground then looks at the Armorer, “The Creed teaches us of redemption.”

“Redemption is no longer possible since the destruction of our homeworld.” The Armorer retorts.

“But what if the mines of Mandalore still exist?” Din says as he seats himself a the table on the floor with her join. You and the child sit on the sides as Din looks at the female Mandalorian who shakes her head, “All was destroyed in the Purge.”

Din pulls out a piece of green glass inscribed in it Mando’a and places it on the table, “Is this inscription, not Mandalorian?” The Armorer grabs the crystal looking over the fragmented writing,

“Where did you come upon this?” She asks, “Jawas. They came upon it by trade from a traveler who claimed to have visited the surface of Mandalore.” Din explains. During your travels following the Pykes, you had encountered Jawas that had this crystal that spurred Din to look for the covert hidden somewhere in the Outer Rim.

“Then this relic only proves that Mandalore’s entire surface has been crystalized by fusion rays.” The Armorer says returning the crystal back to Din.

“But a traveler was able to retrieve this, so perhaps, it is not poisoned. If I visit the planet and I can bring you proof that I have bathed in the Living Waters beneath the mines of Mandalore, then by Creed, the decree of exile will be lifted and I would be redeemed.” He explains his plan and the Armorer is silent before nodding and accepting his quest,

“This is the Way.”

Din stands and you follow as you pull the child into your arms. He looks at the Armorer giving her a sharp nod, “Then I will see you again.”

Leaving the cave to see some Mandalorians cleaning up others waiting to see what is to happen with their visitors seeing you three exit. Din heads towards the ship taking the child as you trail behind still feeling the gazes of the few Mandalorian. A hand shoots out grabbing your arm and stopping you in your tracks. Your skin crawls from the contact as your hand reaches for your saber. The hand is tight around your bicep and you could tell a bruise was going to form.

“Gar kelir ratiin cuyir eyn aruetii..” (You will always be an outsider) Paz Vizsla leans to growl the insult for only you to hear, his grip on your arm harsh. You are silent as you keep your gaze forward your hand grasps the saber on your belt but doesn’t pull it off your belt, “Partaylir tion'ad gar cuyir olar” (Remember who you are here) He releases your arm with a shove and you stay still your hand shaking just to turn around and beat the crap out of him for touching you. You look down releasing your grasp on the saber seeing your hold on the Darksaber not your own. Steeling your face and moving past the Mandalorians watching the interaction climbing into your X-Wing and starting it up.

R4 gives some concerned beeps as you sigh putting in the coordinates that Din sent you seeing Nevarro show up on your navigator, “All good R4…let’s just get off this planet.”

The N-1 and the X-wing enter the Nervarro airspace as a transmission comes through that you accept, “Welcome to Nevarro, independent trade anchor and Outer Rim Hyperlane port. Please state the purpose of your visit.” A woman’s voice comes through.

“Here to visit a friend.” You respond and you’re granted clearance and given a spot on the tarmac, climbing out as R4 exits its spot. Joined up with Din and Grogu you move towards the city it is even more lively and different from when you first visited since… A droid greets you both as you enter the city gates, “Greetings. Welcome to the port of Nevarro, gem of the Outer Rim. Our esteemed High Magistrate welcomes you and hopes that your stay will be a prosperous one,” You see trade going on, children running through the streets but not in fear but in play in a game of chase, “We invite you to visit our shops and markets, enjoy local delicacies, marvel at the black lava canyons, or soak in the geothermal springs.”

You look around at the streets of Nevarro City and the cleanliness and safety that is a part of it. Droids and different species of people roam the streets and none move away from you and the Mandalorian in fear greeting you as you pass by.

“A lot has changed around here.” You say seeing the people playing music as children dance and play in the large center, before you is a statue of IG-11 in his honor. Without the droid’s sacrifice, none of you would have made it off Nevarro alive.

“Do you remember your old friend?” Din says to Gorgu who looks at the droid in curiosity.

“Mando!” Turning seeing Greef looking great in crimson robes truly shows his status as Magistrate. Walking down steps followed by a protocol droid he greets the Mandalorian with a firm shake and he sees you with a large grin on his face. “I heard you were back, but I didn’t believe it. Ah and Y/n it is good to see you too. You’ve gotten much older since the last time.”

You bow your head slightly in greeting, “It’s good to see you Karga.”

“Magistrate Karga.” Din greets him and the protocol droid steps forward, “That’s High Magistrate Karga to you.” Greef waves the droid offer gesturing towards the large building you assume to be the town hall,

“Come. Let’s catch up on old times.” Entering his office everything looked so modern and just better compared to old Nevarro.

“It’s so good to see you both. Welcome back.” Greef says as you lean against his desk Din standing behind you, the child in Greef’s chair using the force to spin himself around.

“Doesn’t even look like the same place.” Din comments and Greef smiles proud of the hard work put in, “I know, we’ve done a lot with it. The citizens have been so instrumental in making this all work, and look at this. We are an official trade spur of the Hydian Way.”

“Congratulations.” You say and Din nods, “We’ve got a construction boom going on in the city. The belters are mining the asteroid fields at the edge of the system. There’s a lot of money to be made on Nevarro.”

“I can see.” Din says, “I can set you up with a prime tract right over by the hot springs. You, the kid, and the little one, you can settle down, you can hang up your blaster. Live off the fat of the land.” Greef creates the picture-perfect lifestyle.

“Grogu.” Din says and Greef looks at him confused, “Come again?”

“His name is Grogu.” The small infant stops spinning perking up when his name is called and you smile at him making him giggle slightly, “Oh. If you say so. Come, I wanna show you something,” Greef leads you both to the large balcony showing the city landscape pointing off in directions. He points over to a large area far off in the outskirts of the city, somewhere private away from all of this “Now, as I was saying, there’s a beautiful parcel available right down here by the flats.”

Din nods stepping away from the balcony and standing by the desk where Grogu still sits in the large chair, “I appreciate the offer, but I have some matters to look after.”

“Oh, I’m confused,” Greef frowns as the two of you re-enter the room, “I thought you had completed your mission, but you’re still running around here with them.”

“It’s complicated.” You explain leaning against the door frame to the balcony as Greef stands between you two,

“I completed my quest. He returned to me. I removed my helmet, and now I’m an apostate.” Din explains.

“Which is all the more reason for you to stay here with us,” Greef offers to step closer to the man, “Where you are from, you may be an apostate, but here, you’d be landed gentry.”

“Magistrate.” The protocol droid halts your conversation and you all turn to see it waiting by the doorway,

“High Magistrate.” “Yes, High Magistrate. Apologies.”

Greef sighs letting the droid enter, “Your timing couldn’t be any worse.”

“But it’s just that, there’s someone here to see you.” The droid explains and the man waves him off wanting to get back to your conversation, “It can wait.”

“But it’s pirates!” The droid yells and you all look back now more concerned, “Pirates in the courtyard.”

Following behind the two older men and before exiting out to the streets Din helps pull the mask of your cloak to hide your face. Reaching the streets you can hear shouting from what you assume to be the pirates, “Get out of my way or I’ll split your circuits.”

“Oh, my stars.” “Stand aside, droid, don’t you know who we are?” The pirate shouts at the droid blocking the school.

“Come on, Vane. That’ll be enough of that.” Greef calls out as the lead pirate steps forward you and Din trailing behind letting the High Magistrate deal with this.

“Greef Karga, my old friend. I knew you wouldn’t insult us. Come, join us for a drink.” The Nikto holds his hands out a wide grin across his face seeing an old friend.

“Let’s continue this conversation back at my office,” Greef says before pointing to the building, “This, this is a school.”

“Well, that explains why she wouldn’t let me inside.” Vane says as the other pirates laugh before pointing to the school, “I forgot, it was your cut of my boss’s treasure that built this saloon. Pirate King Gorian Shard’s name is familiar to all in this sector.”

“Come, join me for a drink back at my office. We’ll toast to your captain.” Greef repeats he’d rather have rowdy pirates drunk in his office than where children are nearby.

“We drink here,” Vane says and the other pirates make sounds of agreement.

“That is a school now,” Greef says tired of the back and froth.

“I say it’s still a bar. Now, bring us a drink.” His hand rests on his blaster and Din speaks up leaning against the tree beside him.

“Is there a problem here, Magistrate?” He says his arms crossed his chest as he watches the pirates that take in the Mandalorian and also the hooded figure next to him.

“Is there a problem here?” Greef says before looking back at Vane, “What do you think?”

“Not if you serve me a drink.” Vane repeats himself and Greef steps forward. “Not in my school.”

Vane chuckles looking back at his crew, “You hear that, boys? His school. You paid us for murder and mayhem inside these doors. Sounds like you went soft.” He taunts the man as Greef tilts his head his hand pushing back his cloak slightly revealing the blaster on his side, “You think so? Try me.”

Vane pulls out his blaster but before he can use it it’s shot out of his hand and Vane groans in pain from the blaster heat, “Tell Captain Gorian Shard that Nevarro is no longer friendly to pirates. Now get outta here.” Vane glares and the others pull out their blasters, but you and Din shoot them down quickly each backing the High Magistrate as Vane laughs nervously now completely alone and defenseless.

“Get out of here, Vane. Now.” Greef warns him and you watch the pirate quickly flee down the street as you move closer to the man, “Sure you wanna let him go?” You ask watching him disappear around the corner.

“He’ll let it be known that Nevarro is respectable now and not to be trifled with.” Greef says before looking at some service droids, “Have the service droids scrub up out there.”

“Yes, sir, right away.” The droid says as others quickly come in and start cleaning up the mess the four of you moving down the street. Greef sighs looking at Din, “I gotta level with you, Mando. I need a Marshal.”

“What about Marshal Dune?” You ask, since arriving you haven’t seen the woman at all in Nevarro.

“After she brought in Moff Gideon, she was recruited by Special Forces,” Greef says and Din quickly notices the sudden silence that came from you hearing that name. “And what came of Gideon?” Din asks watching you from the corner of your eye as you trail back.

“Ugh. He was sent off to a New Republic War Tribunal,” Greef says producing a scoff from Din, “So… What do you say? You ready to put on the stripes and collect a healthy stipend? You’d make a very fine lawman.” He offers and Din is reluctant of that kind of job.

“Why not request one from the New Republic?” He asks and Greef shakes his head,

“The last thing we intend is to bow down to yet another far-off bureaucracy. No. Under my watch, Nevarro will become the first truly independent trade anchor in this entire sector.” He explains he had worked hard to make this a respectable place not to have it fall under the rule of another damned empire or republic.

Din sighs shaking his head, “I can’t serve as your marshal. I have something pressing to attend to.”

“Apologies. I didn’t know you were here on business,” Greef chuckles before waving his hands around the town square to show off everything there is to offer, “What can we provide?”

“I need him back.” Din says as you look up at the statue of IG11 and Greef laughs, “IG11 was destroyed on the lava river. This is just a statue.”

“These are his parts, are they not?” Din asks and Greef nods, “I mean, what’s left of ’em. We were lucky to recover any of his parts after he self-destructed.”

“I need a droid I can trust to help me explore Mandalore, and he’s that droid.” Din points at the statue that is just remnants.

“Hey, what about R4?” You ask as the droid beside you beeps ready for duty and Din shakes his head. “Don’t trust that droid.” He says and you scoff crossing your arms as R4 gives sad beeps.

“Hey he didn’t mean it…he’s just a picky.” You whisper to the droid trying to cheer him up as it gives a depressing beep accepting your failed attempt to lift its spirits.

“Mando, we’ve got plenty of droids around here, we’ll find you one. I guarantee it.” Greef says and Din shakes his head and points at IG. “Let me give it a shot.”

Returning to Greef’s office in a workshop the remnants of the droid lie across a table as Din tries reviving the droid plugging it into some power while fixing some circuits and boards, “There. He’s hooked up to power. Let’s see if we can wake him up.” Din steps back looking at the droid before turning on the power button on the droid. A low hum fills the room as it powers up a beeping sound showing its turning on. “There you go.”

“Subparagraph sixteen-teen-teen of the Bondsman Guild protocol waiver…” IG’s voice is all distorted as it glitches and stutters, “Immediately produce said…The bounties are mine. Assets to be terminated.” The legless droid lunges at you and the child in your arms and you stumble back as it crawls toward you.

“Terminate assets. Terminate assets.” It repeats as Din shoots at it but it keeps charging at you and the child, “Greef!” You yell before tossing the child over to the man that catches him as IG grabs your leg and you’re pulled to the ground.

“Terminate asset.” It repeats as its hands try wrapping around your throat but you fight against the strong droid.

“Mando, shoot it! Shoot it!” Greef yells as you keep fighting the droid above you. “Don’t you kriffing shoot me!” You yell.

“Terminate.” Using your full body weight you fling the heavy droid off you it landing before a bust of Greef. Waving your hand as it falls off the pedestal and crushes the droid’s head. Din pulls you to your feet as you look at the destroyed droid,

“Now that’s using your head.” Din says and Greef still holding the child looks at the droid, “I think he defaulted to his old programming.”

“You think?” You say as Din’s plan of finding a droid adds a whole new step.

“That’s too big a job for you to do by yourself. Fortunately, Nevarro has attracted the best droid smiths of the Outer Rim,” Greef explains returning the child to Din with the help of a service droid to carry the parts of IG as the man leads you through the streets of Nevarro, “They’ll have IG back to his old self in no time.”

“Are you sure they’re up for it?” Din asks as you turn down a street, “I don’t think I can handle him with all his limbs if things go scud.”

“Why don’t you ask ’em for yourself?” Greef offers while knocking on a small window about your hip height, “Who?”

“The Anzellans.” Greefs points to the now small window and you see a small creature you assume the Anzellans as he looks at you four,

“What do you want?”

The three of you sat in a very small room, barely fighting all three of you, Greef opting to stay outside though hunched over listening. Grogu watches the creatures even smaller than him work on the droid as they speak louder in their language before cursing as the main one turns to Din.

“No. Can’t fix. No. No, no. The broken.” It says and you two look confused at it. “Uh… Okay.” Din says as it speaks Anzellan as he waves his hands pointing at the droid before back at the two of you see you didn’t understand.

“The broken. It broke.” He repeats and Din shakes his head, “I don’t understand. Do you speak Huttese?”

“Mando, he said he can’t fix it,” Greef calls from the doorway translating from his distance spot and Din shakes his head pointing at IG, “That’s no good, I need this one. This one is my friend.”

“It not friend anymore. Memory circuit broken.” He says spitting on the droid in shame as Din sighs, “He says the memory circuit is shot.” Greef calls out and the two of you look at the man understanding what the Anzellan was saying but he continues to translate.

“No more.” The small droidsmith says, “Well, put in a new one.” Din says and he shakes his head,

“No, no, no, no. Not work. Don’t make new one. Very hard to find.” One of them says and the other shakes his head, “No.”

“He said they don’t make ’em anymore. They’re very hard to find.” Greef calls out and you both look at the man,

“We got it,” Din calls out.

“Buy new droid. This one poodoo.” The Anzellan says, “He says you should get a new one.” The two of you ignore Greef’s not needed translation.

“Can you fix it without the memory circuit?” Din asks and the droidsmith thinks before nodding, “Yes, but IG no think.”

“What if I find you the part?” Din offers and the creature nods, “Okay, now. Then no problem. We fix.”

“If you can get a new part, he says he can fix it.” Greef says and you turn to the man, “We understand him pretty well Greef,”

“No! No! No! No! No! No, down, down!” You whip your head seeing Grogu holding one of the Anzellan hugging it as the other tries freeing him,

“No, Grogu. He’s not a pet.” Din says reaching over and trying to free the droidsmith,

“No squeezie. Not squeeze. Not squeeze. Bad baby!” The trapped Anzellan yells before getting free and looking at the child, “Oh, he’s a bad baby.”

“Sorry about that. He’s young.” Din apologizes as droidsmith looks at the child, “Yeah, bad baby. Oh!” He screams but again as Grogu tries reaching over to grab him. You and Din struggle in the compact space to get Gorgu away from him.

“No, Grogu.” “Come kid!”

Returning to the port reaching your ships as R4 gets settled into the droid port as you head over to Din who stands beside Greef,

“We hope to see you soon.” Greef says as he shakes hands with Din and you nod goodbye, “Keep IG-11 safe until I get back with that part.” Din says.

“If the Anzellans can’t find it, I don’t know who can. Safe travels.” Greef says stepping back as you both board your ships starting them up and quickly exiting the atmosphere.

“Being a Mandalorian’s not just learning about how to fight, you also have to know how to navigate the galaxy, because you never know where you might be headed next,” You hear Din speaking to Grogu teaching him about the ship as you follow beside him listen at the softness of his voice, “This here is your hyperspace map. You determine your range by looking at your fuel gauge. And this…”

A beep fills both your and Din’s ships and you see your enemy proximity warning indicator going off, “…is your enemy proximity warning indicator.” He says as you see the starfighters appear. “Hang on, kid, we got pirates.”

“Avast, Mandalorian. You can’t just sneak away after cuttin’ down four of my brothers in cold blood,” You hear Vane’s voice through your comms, “We’re Pirate King Gorian Shard’s men, now you’ll answer to him.”

“Gorian Shard should stick to hijacking and ransoming,” Din says before quickly banking left while you go right the starships splitting up following after you both.

“After them!” Your fast maneuvers through the asteroid field as you have four starships after you firing at you. Quickly accelerating through two asteroids that are colliding barely making it through hearing one of the ships explode behind you.

“All good R4?” You yell spinning the ship around and firing at one of the ships hitting an engine before dodging the other two ships as they are on your tail. You dodge and weave space rock and blaster fire and you see Din heading towards you as you flip your ship flying right above him upside down you hear R4 squeal as Din takes down the two following you as you fire at his three only taking down two as the last one avoids the fire. Spinning the ship around as you chase after the last one Din following right behind you. The ship you assume with Vane in it speeds around a large asteroid the two of you quickly following behind revealing a large warship. You let Vane head towards the safety of the ship as you see their weapons appear aiming at you both.

“Dank farrik.” Din sighs and you curse seeing the target lock, “They have a kriffing target lock on us.”

“Stop where you are. You’re outgunned.” You hear what you assume is Gorian Shard through your comms, “I have no quarrel with you, Gorian Shard.” Din answers and you hear a laugh through the transmission,

“What a kind sentiment from a man who just destroyed eight of my fighters. Surrender your ships and I will spare your lives.” Shard says and you sigh looking at your fifth turbo engine locked and loaded.

“You trust me Din?” You ask as you lock in your coordinates with Din letting R4 take control of the ship. “Yeah, kid?” He asks confused as you crack your knuckles.

“Hey Grogu, never trust a pirate.” You say before thrusting your hand out and Din watches the warship spin as you used a large amount of the Force, “Hit it R4!” You yell, as they fire at the two of you but Din quickly flips the red button jolting forward beside you before you both jump to lightspeed leaving behind a furious pirate king.

Reaching the Mandalore system and exiting hyperspace as you follow Din toward a planet seeing on your navigation that it’s Kalevala.

“This is Kalevala,” Din says through your comms as you begin your descent into the atmosphere, “It’s another planet in the Mandalorian system.” You look over the lush fields and rocky mountains and right along the seaside, you see a castle.

“Is that?” You ask, “Yeah, that is a Mandalorian castle.” Din says as you depart to land on the platform the rain creates a rhythmic beat on the canopy as it opens climbing it and throwing your hood over your head to avoid getting completely wet as the four of you venture into the castle. Reaching the entrance of the imposing castle you remove your hood and are greeted by a blue footman droid who speaks to you, “Din Djarin, Mand’alor Y/n Kenobi-Kryze.” The droid bows its head slightly at your presence and you shoot Din a look at the title you were given. You hated the title given because of the weapon on your hip, was this how people were to address you? Following the droid down a long hall as the rain poured violently outside the castle, banners of a house crest..your house crest, and the Night Owl as well. At the end of the long hall was a throne and sat was Bo-Katan the droid stands by her side as she looks over at your four.

“Bo-Katan. It is Din Djarin and your grand-niece Y/n Kenobi-Kryze.” The droid announces your presence as she looks over at you two. She looked tired as her head rests in her hand.

“I am here to join you.” Din says and Bo-Katan shakes her head sadness in her eyes, “There’s nothing left to join.”

“What of your plans to retake Mandalore?” You ask and she looks down at her feet before reaching your gaze a forlorn expression on her face. “When I returned without the Darksaber, my forces melted away.” She says.

“Where is the stolen fleet?” Din asks and Bo-Katan waves her hand as if they were leaving, “Making their way through the galaxy as mercenaries.” She says before sitting up having lounged on the wide throne.

“Do you still have the saber?” She asks already knowing the answer to that question and you nod, “I do.”

“Then you lead them. Wave that thing around and they’ll do whatever you say.” She points at the weapon at your belt and you frown. You didn’t want this either you didn’t want to rule.

“So you’re giving up your designs to retake Mandalore?” You ask, it had been her goal to rebuild the home she had lost. She had already lost so much in her life, her home planet, her sister, her nephew, and she had almost lost you. If keeping Mandalore inhabited was the only way to keep the last remnants of her family safe then so be it.

“Your cult gave up on Mandalore long before the Purge. Where were you then? The Children of the Watch and all the factions that came before fractured and shattered our people. Go home. There’s nothing left.” Bo-Katan says her venom-laced words aimed at Din.

“I am going to Mandalore so that I may bathe in the Living Waters and be forgiven for my transgressions.” Din states and the princess laughs shaking her head thinking him to be crazy.

“You are a fool. There’s nothing magic about the mines of Mandalore. They supplied beskar ore to our ancestors and the rest is superstition. That planet has been ravaged, plundered, and poisoned.” She explains.

“You said that the curse was a lie. Make up your mind.” Din retorts and Bo-Katan leans forward staring at the Mandalorian, “If you want to go to the mines, be my guest. They’re beneath the civic center in the city of Sundari.” She leans back on her throne. She had really given up on her promise of restoring Mandalore,

“Bo-Katan…” You whisper but Din speaks up. “Thank you. And I will find out if the planet is really poisoned.” He says before he takes your hand and starts leading you out of the great hall you glance back at your grand-aunt as she rests on the throne watching. Your plan of traveling to Mandalore would only be a journey for you three to discover. To determine whether that planet really was cursed or was legend keeping the chance of rebirth at bay.

“Goodbye, Din Djarin.”

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crispyjenkins · 2 months

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was looking at that one statue of tarre vizsla and how what we can see looks human which is boring, and i, 100% automatically and unironically thought "nayc, im not gonna do that"

it took me like 30 seconds to realise

#been reading SO much Mando’a-heavy fic that it just #cj rambles #mando'a

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sister-pianist-chan · 4 months

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22 for bojere :)

Thank you for your ask!

22: In a rush of adrenaline.

Ruisrock 2024:

Jere put on his bolero and walked onstage while pouring some ice cold water all over himself. The cold water ran down his face, tits, tummy, all over the place. The crowd cheered as they heard the first notes of Cha Cha Cha play and saw Jere walk on stage. Jere started to sing. He turned around and noticed that the Joker Out guys were not in the VIP area. He brushed it off and continued to perform. After the second bridge, the dancers left the stage and Jere was confused as fuck. This is where they had to do the centipede. Well, the dancers were replaced by five sexy Slovenian guys. Jere's heart fluttered when he saw Bojan walk onstage. He was wearing the lacy slut shirt that he had left at Jere's apartment and some tight slacks that hugged his ass and his hips nicely. The centipede was formed. Jure was in front, and then Kris, and then Jan, and then Nace, and then Bojan. Jere rode Bojan and to fuck around with the fandom, each Joker Out guy moaned and made Bojan's sexual face from Tavastia and Bojan followed suit as he pushed his hips up where Jere was riding him. Once Jere got off, the guys stayed onstage with Jere to finish Cha Cha Cha. Jere was flirting with Bojan onstage, touched him, and kissed his neck. Once he rapped the final Cha, Cha, Cha, Cha, Cha, Cha, He left out the last Cha, and since he felt an adrenaline rush, he French kissed Bojan onstage. Bojan was surprised and didn't know what to do. The rest of Joker Out weren't surprised and Jan and Nace were happy that they could mark this spot on their Bojere bingo card. The Joker Out guys walked off stage while waving as Jere was thanking the crowd.

He realized what happened and saw that Bojan wasn't inside and he ran.

"Bojan!! Bojan!!" He called out backstage. He kept running to find Bojan. He caught Jan and Nace nearly having sex from their steamy makeout as Jan was sucking Nace's neck in the corner and interrupted them. (So that's why he wears turtlenecks, Jere thought.)

"Hey, sori Jan and Nayce, but you seen The Bojan?" Jere asked.

"Not really. Sorry Jerč. " Jan said.

Nace remembered he saw Bojan run somewhere.

"I think he went that way." Nace said as he pointed a certain direction.

"Kiitos." Jere said and ran.

"thank you guys!" Jere said and continued to run. He ran until he finally found Bojan.

"Bojan! I looking all over for you, yes. Can I talk to you for a second?" Jere said

Bojan nodded. Jere took a deep breath and turned to face Bojan.

"I know you been keeping your distance, but I really like you, Bojan," Jere confessed. "I can't stop thinking about you."

Bojan felt his heart pounding in his chest. He had always been attracted to Jere but had been too afraid to act on his feelings. Now, with the adrenaline from the performance still coursing through his veins, he knew he couldn't deny his feelings any longer. "I like you too, Jere," Bojan admitted.

Without hesitation, Jere leaned in and kissed Bojan. The kiss was passionate and full of pent-up desire. Bojan wrapped his arms around Jere, pulling him closer, and returned the kiss with equal intensity.

As they parted, they both felt a sense of relief and happiness. They knew that this moment marked the beginning of something new and exciting between them. And even though they came from different worlds, they were united by their love for music and each other.

From that day forward, Jere and Bojan started dating, and their relationship grew stronger with each passing day. They learned to navigate the challenges of their different cultures and languages, finding comfort and solace in each other's arms. And as they continued to perform together, they cherished the memories of their first kiss backstage at Ruisrock, fueled by the rush of adrenaline and the power of their love.

#käärijä #joker out #jere pöyhönen #nace jordan #bojan cvjetićanin #カーリヤ #jan peteh #bojere #jance

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every-character-ever-poll · 1 year

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WEEK ONE ENTRIES

Thank you all for your entries so far! Here is our current lineup, in chronological order of submission, along with their fandoms (according to the submitter). I have placed it under a cut, as the list is... much longer that I thought it would be when bulleted.

The polls will begin being posted on Sunday the 16th of July, and be regularly scheduled after that until this week's group has finished. "Weeks" will start on Sunday because that's the day my laptop calendar considers the beginning of the week.

Elias Bouchard - The Magnus Archives Podcast

Barren from the Baronies - Fantasy High (Dimension 20)

Philza Minecraft - The Dream SMP/Quackity SMP/Origins SMP

Jo Chastain - In Her Skin

Kaidou Shun - The Disasterous Life of Saiki K.

Jill Valentine - The Resident Evil game series

Edward Teach - Our Flag Means Death

Stede Bonnet - Our Flag Means Death

Karkat Vantas - Homestuck

Dave Strider - Homestuck

Donatello - Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (specifically, Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles)

Susie - Deltarune

Koichi Haimawari - MHA Vigilantes

Dark Pit - Kid Icarus Uprising

My Melody - Sanrio

Alfur - Hilda

Kass - Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild

Labrys - Persona 4 (specifically, Persona 4 Arena)

Rinzler - Tron

Mitzi Mozzarella - The Rock-Afire Explosion (Showbiz Pizza Place)

Corvo Attano - Dishonoured

Kevin - SynthV

The Outsider - Dishonoured as well

Miyamoto Usagi - Usagi Yojimbo

Tomoe Ame - Usagi Yojimbo

Cassandra - Tangled: The Series

Shu Kurenai - Beyblade Burst

Stanford Pines - Gravity Falls

Vinnie Dakota - Milo Murphy's Law

C!Wilbur - The Dream SMP

Adam - Hunt Down the Freeman

Ukiyo Ace/Kamen Rider Geats - Kamen Rider Geats

Eremiel - Beyond the End

C!slimecicle - The Dream SMP

Tubbo_ - The Dream SMP

Hong Lu - Limbus Company

Joe Hills - Hermitcraft

Haruto Keats - 86

Lynnette Tarkington - The Final Girl Support Group

Dana Scully - The X-Files

Lalnable Hector - Yogscast Minecraft RP

Natural Harmonia Gropius - Pokémon: Black and White

Eric "Cat" Chant - Chrestomanci

Red - Pokémon

Alice - Alice

Evil Magician Trent - Xanth

Tannim - SERRAted Edge

Killashandra Ree - Crystal Singer

Kim Dokja - Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint

Ed'Rashtekaresket - Young Wizards

Shana - Elvenbane/Halfblood Chronicles

Sayaka Miki - Puella Magi Madoka Magica

Kirio Ami - Welcome to Demon School, Iruma!

Accelerator - A Certain Magical Index

Chara - Undertale

Shadow the Hedgehog - Sonic the Hedgehog franchise

Moon Knight - Marvel Comics

Scaramouche (Wanderer) - Genshin Impact

Donato Porpora - Tokyo Ghoul

Solf J Kimblee - Fullmetal Alchemist

Ness - Earthbound

Kelsier - Mistborn

Nayc - The Smile Alchemist

Raoden - Elantris

Honjo Rika - Tenkuu Shinpan

Juo - Tenkuu Shinpan

Arkady Patel - The Strange Case of Starship Iris

Bain - PAYDAY: The Heist and PAYDAY: 2

The Fool/Beloved - Realm of the Elderlings

GLaDOS - Portal series

The Knight/Ghost - Hollow Knight

The Hollow Knight - Hollow Knight

Hornet - Hollow Knight

Xion - Kingdom Hearts

Dennis Reynolds - It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia

Zara - Disney Princess Enchanted Journey

Alistair Ash - Fantasy High (Dimension 20)

Phone Guy - Five Nights at Freddy’s

Anna Kwemto - Five Nights at Freddy AR: Special Delivery

Cure Lovely - Happiness Charge Precure

Kaz "Dirtyhands" Brekker - Six of Crows

Fubuki Clockford - Master Detectives Archive: RAIN CODE

Oliver Beebo - Detective Beebo

Leafy - Battle for Dream Island

#The Rinzler sounds like a rizzed-up version of the Riddler #Also. isnt Kamen Rider Geats the one that meanpurplepoll got sent a ton of info about? I'll have to double check #not a poll #the week ahead #bracket #it’s harder than I thought to type all this up by hand #especially since half of it was on my phone with shitty industrial basement wifi #anyways I’m pretty sure that’s everything? That’s 85 characters for week one #hope everyone is as excited as I am!

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⋞ The War of Life and Death III ⋟

An Eya & Fives story. Huge thanks to @pinkiemme for loving me and letting me borrow Fives art for my little header!

Rating: Mature (for some gore and heavy themes) Wordcount: 5.1k Warnings: angst, fighting, gore, general violence, panic attack/ptsd, hurt/no comfort Summary: The match ensues... everything goes well and everybody is happy forever (I am lying).

Part I ✧ Part II ✧ Part III

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Part III: A Dance with Death

Coruscant, Ramikadyc Dojo. 19 BBY.

Eya feels the tension of Fives’s body more than they see it. That is the first lesson they were taught, just a small tadpole in the créche of their youth, only learning how to walk after their legs had grown in. And they soaked up the knowledge that was given to them: A true warrior relies on all their senses. Sight is never the most important thing, especially for a Nautolan.

They can practically hear their buir’s voice when they sidestep Fives charging at them, a memory tugging at the edge of their mind.

“Isiri abiik, Ne’kho. Aala agol be aru’e. Ori’jate, ad’ika!”

Fives’s teeth are clenched, his lips curled into an ugly snarl, and Eya realises this fight means something to him. He thinks he has something to prove – if not to himself then to them. This might have started as friendly sparring, might even be a way to get the tension out of Fives’s body, but it’s become more than that to him. Whether it is out of frustration or because their talk has stirred some ambition inside him – Fives wants to win this fight desperately.

Too bad he won’t.

“Udesii, vod!” they call out to him, dancing around the mat as they gauge his movements, trying to assess whether his rage runs deep enough to be dangerous. “This is a fight between friends, no? Doesn’t matter who wins in the end.”

The way Fives growls at that is almost enough to make them pity him. He will not come out of this a happy man, not with this… this need he has, this desperation to win. Eya even considers letting him win only for a split second, but – no. He asked for this, not for special treatment. Fives will bloody well learn what it means to fight Kyreya.

“Stop mocking me,” Fives grits out. Anger hangs in the air, sudden and acidic, so much so that Eya can taste it even though their tendrils remain safely knotted behind their head.

“I am not mocking you,” they say, their hands raised as if to calm a wild animal as they mirror Fives’s steps. “You want to… let it all out. You want to throw your anger at me, that’s fine. Do your worst, and I will take it. Vode ratiin, nayc? Get angry. Go loud. Just… don’t get angry at me. It was you who wanted to fight in the first place. Let yourself feel, and then use that anger. Don’t lose yourself in it.”

Fives crumples up his nose, then gives a sharp nod.

“Vode ratiin, Kyr’eya.”

“Jate.”

Eya relaxes their posture for a moment, shaking out their arms before they drop back into their fighting stance, fists raised in front of their face. Fives shifts on his feet, and Eya can feel it coming – that eruption of tension; they can see the lunge before he takes a step, see it in the way his muscles tense and how he ducks his head to go low. Still, he nearly gets them, missing only by an inch when they twirl out of the way.

Fives is fast – faster than they had anticipated. It was to be expected that he would be well-trained- he is not only a soldier, he is an ARC-Trooper and despite the army’s preference for meaningless chest candy, ARC does actually mean something among their ranks. And he is Mando’ad, trained in the ways of battle, even if the approach was… less traditional than Eya’s upbringing.

Eya grins at the obvious frustration pouring off of Fives in waves. Riling him up might not be the wisest thing to do in his current state… but gods, is it ever fun.

“Come on then, verd’ika, come at me. I thought you wanted to fight.”

Fives spits out a curse, but he doesn’t attack again, keeps his distance as they both prance around the other, sizing up their respective opponent. Eya is heavier, but that also makes them slower, no matter how hard they train, no matter how good their reflexes. Fives is lighter, less muscle which means less force. Even when – even if – he does hit, he will have to hit a lot harder than Eya to make them waiver. They don’t doubt for a second that he can, and that he will. They just need to make him angry enough to charge.

The taste of battle is familiar on their tongue, settling heavy over them. It’s the smell of sweat, of fear and anger, of blood and the dirty ground beneath their steady feet. Eya’s eye whirs in its socket as they regard Fives, the heaving of his chest, the flame of his eyes.

And Eya pounces.

A quick shift of weight, a mean left hook, aimed right at Fives’s chin- and they miss. He moves, faster than even their cybernetic can follow, a shadow slipping out of reach. Eya laughs.

“Ah, there we go!”

Their laughter turns a little mean as they follow Fives’s retreat with a giant leap, ducking out of his way the same moment they have solid ground beneath their feet and he throws his small fists at them in rapid succession. None of the blows land, but Fives nearly loses his balance from his own momentum, too sure he would hit solid muscle, and Eya uses that.

One of their feet hooks between Fives’s legs and he stumbles to the ground, reaching out to pull Eya with him, barely just managing to throw them off kilter enough for them to fall. They land in a pile, Eya rolling over quickly with Fives straddling their chest, his wrists in the death grip of their left hand, his foot on their right arm, pressing it to the ground.

“You fight dirty,” Fives grunts, but those are all the words he can get out before Eya lets go of his hands to land a brutal blow, punching the air from his lungs. He gasps like a fish out of water, but recovers quicker than should be possible, bending down without regard for his own safety and knocking his head against Eya’s, hard. The surprise is enough to give Fives time to twist out of their grasp and back away from them, spitting onto the ground as he stalks around the circle of the mat.

“Maybe you should fight dirty too,” Eya suggests, pushing themself up from the ground as casually as they can manage, just to stoke the fire of rage in Fives’s chest. “I thought you wanted to beat me.”

“In a fair match!” Fives exclaims, sounding equally out of breath and angry.

“Is it not fair if we both fight dirty?” Eya cocks their head. “I said, come on. Throw all you’ve got at me, be bitter and angry and unfair. Use every trick in the book, and then use those never written down. I am Mandalorian, I can take it. You won’t hurt me, ad’ika.”

“I. am not. little.” Fives spits the words out like bile, and Eya gurgles.

“To me, almost everyone is. So make good use of it. Be smart about it. Don’t just try to hit me, vod. Make it count, make it hurt.”

Fives’s face softens for a moment when he regards them with serious eyes.

“You sound almost like you want to be hit.”

“And what if I do?” Eya hums. “It’s been ages since I have felt the remnants of a truly good fight, and you… you have the makings of a worthy opponent. Try your hardest to make me bleed and see if you can manage.”

“I…” Fives shakes his head for a moment. “I don’t want to actually hurt you, Kyreya, cyare.”

“I know.” Eya shakes their head. “It’s not about that, not about me. Forget that it is me for a moment. Picture everything, picture everyone you have ever wanted to destroy. Think of them when you aim your blows, I promise I won’t break.”

Fives squares up his shoulders at their words, the flame in his eyes back with a vengeance. He sees a chance to win and he won’t back down. Which is exactly what Eya wanted. His voice, hesitant at first, is stronger now.

“If you say you are fine with it…”

“I am,” Eya confirms. They are itching for the fight now- for the taste of blood on their tongue, for the aches and scars and bruises that come with battle. It’s too late to turn back. They need this fight just as much as Fives did earlier. Maybe even more.

When a good soldier tastes blood, they don’t back away. They look for the source and then they apply pressure until the pain stops or death ends it all. Eya is a good soldier. Eya is the best soldier.

Fives shifts from one foot to another, contemplating where to best put his weight. Eya mirrors him as they watch, ready to counteract any attack thrown at them. The muscles in Fives’s calf contract, and just as Eya steps forward, so does Fives.

They collide in the middle, in a tangle of limbs and fists. A quick sequence of exchanged blows, barely any of them landing- the rattle of Fives’s laughter- the tight knot of Eya’s tendrils squirming in an attempt to taste like they usually do: The air smells like sweat and anticipation, and it makes Eya’s skin tingle.

Yes, they want to scream. Yes, this is battle. Give me all you have, make it hurt.

Their fist hits Fives’s side and he groans, stumbling backwards and gasping for air. Rough curses fall from his lips as he eyes Eya up and down, and they smile their gleaming beskar smile.

Fives’s fist hits them square in the mouth and they can feel their lip split, but the sharp pain only spurns them on. The taste of seaweed blood replaced the taste of beskar in their mouth when they wipe their face, smearing the blood all over.

The next hook Fives throws is easily countered, one of Eya’s taped knuckles crashing into his cheekbone with a sickening crack. Fives howls but doesn't retreat. His movements grow frantic, but Eya still meets him on equal footing, just as fast and with more force than before.

The soles Eya’s feet scrape against the ground, cold and hard and unforgiving, just as Fives’s fingers dig into their bicep, pulling at them. Eya stumbles for just a moment, and Fives’s knee is jammed into their crotch. They thank the heavens that they have no vital organs there - none that have deigned to show themselves today, anyways - and grin in the face of Fives’s confusion.

“Fuck’s sake, not fair,” he groans.

Eya doesn't respond. Fives is still beautifully distracted, and when they lean back and kick their foot against his chest with dangerous force, he tips over backwards.

Fives roars when his back meets the ground, his spine against violent duracrete. He curls in on himself like a child for just a second. Eya watches, panting from exertion. They have not enjoyed themself like this in ages.

Fives’s saliva is bloody, dripping down his chin when he stands up, anger distorting his usually so beautiful face.

The world goes quiet.

There is the soft exhale of air, and the thumping of their heartbeats in their ears. With one step, one move, the fire of battle crackles again. Fives throws himself at Eya, sinuous and so small compared to them. His foot kicks upward, aiming at the softness of their stomach this time, and while Eya is distracted deflecting the blow, a clenched fist connects with their jaw.

Eya’s kyram’edeem clack together audibly, metal biting into bone, their lip cracking at the force of the blow.

“Fuck, you hit harder than I would’ve given you credit for, verd’ika,” they spit, but there is a grin on their face. Finally, the taste of blood, the taste of a good fight, of a worthy opponent.

“You should know better,” Fives calls out. “Come on, you can hit me harder than that!”

Fives is grinning at Eya with bloodied teeth. When he wipes his face with the back of his hand, their eyes focus on the way his knuckles are ripped open by the force of his blows against their unwavering chest.

“You don’t want me to, soldier,” they snarl through gritted fangs. “Don’t overdo it.”

“Careful is my middle name.” Fived chuckles.

“It really, really isn’t,” Eya growls. Fives only laughs in agreement, and starts circling them again, waiting for another opportunity to attack. Eya doesn’t give him much time.

They leap forward, their fists raised, pushing at Fives’s hasty defence in a craze, thrashing and pushing, pulling none of their punches. Fives ducks and counters. His fists are quick, and he lands one – two – three blows in rapid succession, sweet pain blooming in the wake of his hands.

Eya curls their lip in disappointment. For a moment, they step back to gather themself. They need to be faster, they can’t keep underestimating Fives. He’s good – not good enough, but better than they had anticipated. His blows barely hurt, years of rigid training and practise have rid Eya of that pesky feeling, but still – if they let Fives get any more hits in, he’ll get cocky.

A deep breath. The stench of sweat stains Eya’s tongue, combined with the faintest whiff of blood – Fives’s metallic and red, Eya’s tangy and deep blue. And the fight starts again.

Fists and faces collide in an explosion of ecstatic violence. Eya’s breath is cold on Fives’s face, his hot in theirs. Their tendrils fight to unwind, to taste him, to help them, but Eya keeps them under control.

They block and attack, almost as if taking turns, as if both of them had agreed to draw the fight out as long as they can. Eya savours it, this perfect anger that rises in their chest.

They could end him in a heartbeat – the longer they fight, the more certain Eya becomes. Fives has weaknesses that are glaringly obvious: He leaves his left side wide open whenever he attacks. One good hit to his kidney, and he would be on the ground and at their mercy. His face is precious and he tries his best to protect it, so Eya makes it their mission to hit him as often as they can: A fist to his jaw, then his nose.

While the blows to his chest and sides make Fives stumble backwards, Eya puts less force into their assaults on his face. They would like to keep Fives intact and conscious for as long as they can. This is only just starting to become fun.

“You’re pulling your punches, Kyreya,” Fives snarls when they connect again, his fist crashing against Eya’s clavicle in a move that has them suck in a wheezing breath through their teeth.

That one hurt.

“Hmm, would you rather I break your pretty little face in half?” Eya hisses, their tone much meaner than their actual intention. They never want to hurt him, as much as they need to hurt someone.

“Don’t you worry about my pretty little face.” Fives laughs when he hooks his fingers into the waistband of Eya’s trousers and, in a move that seems almost erotic, pulls them closer. “I’d be more worried about your own nose, cyare. Seems that’s about the only part of your face that’s still intact.”

It’s a mean comment, and Eya shouldn’t let it get to them. They growl, one of their hands wrapping around Fives’s throat, moving so fast not even he can counter it. Their fingers close, and just like that, Fives is lifted- lifted from the ground, into the air.

It’s so easy. He would be so easy to snap in half.

He claws at Eya’s hand – they always become so desperate so quickly – but finds no leverage. Eya stares at him coldly, cocking their head, their arm not even shaking from holding up his weight.

“Gar serim, vod’ika. I am the one who should be worried.” Sarcasm drips off their voice like poison. They squeeze just a little tighter, Fives’s head dark red as he gasps for air and is granted no reprieve.

In a desperate attempt, he stretches out his arm, legs kicking until Eya lets go of him.

“It would have been so easy for me to destroy you,” they jeer, the cruelty of their words bitter on their own tongue. A small voice in the back of their mind tells them they are being mean, tells them they should stop, tells them they should check in with Fives. They ignore it.

“Why don’t you, then?” Fives’s voice is impossibly hard, anger soaking the air between them, anger that makes Eya’s vision swim red at the edges when they taste it. “Why don’t you, hm, Kyreya? Have you gone soft in your time here? You, who pretends to be such a great warrior, lost their edge? Stayed out of the fight too long, huh, hut’uun?”

The word comes unexpected, the insult drifting through the air and burying its hooks deep inside Eya’s hearts. They narrow their eyes, rage boiling in their blood like molten fire.

“Nu hut’uun, haar chak! Gar nakar’mi meg gar sirbu.” They spit out the words like they burn on their tongue. “You don’t know the ways of old, vod’ika. How dare you insult me like this? Especially after losing to me in battle, how dare you-”

“I haven’t lost yet,” Fives whispers, and even before the words have left this tongue, he is on them again, clawing at their side until Eya doubles over, sharp nails burying into their skin. Fives uses the opportunity, wrapping his own body around theirs until he’s hanging from their back. Eya roars and twists, but they can’t reach him, not like this.

Fives howls triumphantly, fingers digging into the meat of Eya’s shoulder. His legs wrap around their middle, his arm snaking around Eya’s throat until he has the leverage he needs to block their air supply.

Eya’s vision starts to swim, wheezing breaths wrenching themselves from their dry lungs. Their gills flutter uselessly, tendrils coiling tight with the taste of Fives’s premature triumph.

There is only one way out, and it’s dangerous. Eya makes it work. They stumble forward, one step – two steps, to where soft mats cover the ground. And let themself fall backwards.

Fives is crushed beneath their weight, his victorious howl fading into a wheeze, breath rattling in his throat. His arm drops, nails clawing at Eya, at the hardness of them, the muscle of their shoulder, the bone of their jaw, until they find something soft.

Fives’s fingers press into Eya’s eye sockets, and then, all they see is red.

The world fades, and it’s all them and that pain, that unbearable pain and their eye- gone- they can’t see, there is only darkness, darkness and the shiver of impact, the crack of bone beneath them. Their fists curl up as Eya twists, their movements more muscle memory than conscious decision. The eye whirs in their skull, strange and hateful, and something presses down harder, throbbing in their skull.

It’s like blacking out, only worse. Eya’s ears are ringing, their hearts pounding in their chest as they try to find whatever is hurting them like this- find it and get rid of it, destroy it, annihilate it, crush it until this pain- this fucking pain- until it stops, it stops, it needs to STOP.

Bone snaps beneath their palm when they punch down, but they still can’t see, can’t see, can’t see CAN’T SEE.

Their head is swimming with disorientation, their gills contracting with dry air instead of water, and Eya floats. Blood is dripping down their cheek, but it tastes… wrong, tastes like metal instead of the sea, is thinner, is sweeter than their own.

Someone is groaning, and Eya’s fist shoots out in the direction of the noise. There is that sickening crunch of bone again, their fist connecting with a soft nose. Everything smells like blood, like sweaty fear. Finally, the pressure fades from their eyes, and Eya tries to open their eyes. Only one does, the other stuck somewhere between past and present.

Eya is met with the image of Fives below them, their hands wrapped around his neck, his face blooming with bruises, his nose broken. He is covered in blood, red and blue mixing on his tan skin in patterns of horrible beauty. Eya stares and stares and doesn’t see, their hands still squeezing, their breath still sharp, their hearts still out of rhythm. Their left eye whirrs in its socket, comes back to life, but Eya can’t see anything but the lifeless form below them, chest moving shallowly, legs still twitching. Their mind is unwilling to comprehend what their eyes are telling them: The dance with death is over.

It ends with Fives’s red grin as he spits blood in Eya’s face, with his smaller hands clawing on their larger ones, until they recognise his face under all that blood. Until their hands slowly unfurl from his delicate neck to let him breathe, his chest heaving when he gasps for air, his eyes unsteady, flicking back and forth.

“Oya, vod.” He hunches over, holding his knees tight, trying desperately to catch his breath. “I thought you were about to kill me just then.”

Eya is panting hard, their tendrils curling in the air as they taste the familiarity of Fives, trying to ground themself, trying to find their way back to the here and now, to this sweaty dojo and to their brother, who is alive, alive, though the look in his eyes is different than it was before the fight.

They did this. It’s their fault – he is afraid. They scared him, they-

Fives… Eya stretches out a tendril and he leans back a little, away from them in a weak attempt to hide his feelings. Eya can still taste it in the air though; not even a clone soldier can hide the stench of mortal fear.

They crouch down next to him, fingers knotted in their lap, eyes swimming. Eya stares at Fives’s bloodied face, at his broken nose and his split lip, the missing tooth and the gash through his brow, at his hair that’s matted with blood. And they realise they did that. This is all their fault – they hurt him when they promised they wouldn’t, they took him and broke him. He almost died by their hand, right here, when all it was supposed to be was a bit of fun.

Eya lost control, and they nearly destroyed him. Their vod, who trusted them with his life, and they took it and crushed it until he nearly bled out right next to them.

“I’m sorry.” Eya’s voice doesn’t sound like their own. So, they repeat it, over and over and over again until the words feel more familiar on their heavy tongue. “I’m sorry- I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry, I’m so sorry…”

Fives’s terror still hangs in the air like a shroud, and still, his small hands find their way around Eya’s, holding them tight and bathing them in something new- something soft and lovely and warm- love.

Eya shudders and tries to pull away, but Fives keeps them steady.

“Ne tok’kad,” he says firmly. “Stay with me, Kyreya. Look at me.”

Eya can’t bear it – can’t bear the soft affection lacing his voice, dripping from his skin, can’t bear the forgiveness he is showing them for no reason at all, can’t bear that he is here and alive when he was so close to dying for the stupid choice of trusting them.

They should have never agreed to fight him, should have never said yes, should have never-

Memories come crashing in, cruel and uninvited, dark shadows on the doorstep of their mind.

And they remember it all: The war, the fight, the death. A pale blue hand slipping from their grasp, the terrified sound of their buir in the face of an explosion that should never have happened, that Eya was the cause of. The look in Healas’s eyes dancing across the room, spotting them- The cries of the children left for dead, and the taste of pure dread that choked them all those years ago- the searing pain of their missing limb, the taste of burnt flesh on their tongue… and then, the witch, and the millions of souls living inside her, screaming and screaming and screaming and tugging at Eya, tugging them down to where everyone they had ever killed was waiting for their turn, pulling them from their own body. A voice, familiar and loved… until Eya hears the words it says.

Gar cuyi kad, gar cuyi kad, gar cuyi kyr, gar ner, ner kad ner kyr ner oya, Ne’kho-

“Kyr’eya!” There is another voice, steady and serious, almost angry, nagging at the back of their mind, a voice that is familiar but not of old. “Gar be’chaaj, verd’ika. Ke yaimpa at ni. Jii.”

Hands shake at them insistently, pulling at their real body, pulling them back from where they went, back to where they are tethered to the real world, where their arm aches and their knuckles burn, where the air smells of blood but not of death, of desperation but not of terror anymore.

“Eya, love.” The voice is right next to them, accompanied by the warm sweetness of affection that seeps into them. “Eya, I’m here. You’re here, and you’re okay. I’m okay.”

Eya turns their head, and the missing weight of their tendril weighs so heavy that they think they will tip over for a moment, and their eye isn’t right- isn’t right isn’t right, it’s so loud-

Finally, they focus, and reality comes flooding back. A small hand is patting their cheek, Fives nearly seated in their lap in order to get close enough to touch them. Fives. He looks so small, his lip trembling, his eyes large as he regards them.

“Eya?”

“Yeah.” Eya’s voice is rough, their throat dry and they can’t seem to swallow down the taste of metal on their tongue.

“You good?” Fives sounds like he doesn’t even expect a serious answer, and Eya isn’t about to give him one. There is nothing they could say that could make this better.

“Aye, I’m good. Don’t worry about me, vod.” Eya shakes their head, tendrils unravelling from the tight knot that has formed behind their head, trying to absorb all the smells that fill the air. “I was… my mind was far away. It happens after a fight, sometimes. I’m good, I promise.”

“Hmm.” Fives stares at them with dark eyes. “I- Don’t get mad, Eya. But… I don’t think you are.”

Eya opens their mouth to object, but Fives raises his hands as if to stop them.

“We don’t- we don’t have to talk about it. Not if you don’t want to, and… not to me. But maybe you should talk to… I don’t know. To someone. I don’t… I don’t think that is normal. I don’t think this is supposed to happen- gods, the way you were screaming-”

Screaming? Eya furrows their brow. Nobody has ever said anything about them screaming during an episode before.

“I didn’t mean to scare you.” They shrug, their mind going a mile a minute. Screaming… it’s getting worse. But still- the way Fives is looking at them; somehow it’s worse than before. Pity has always been so much worse than fear.

Fives shakes his head, then flinches at his own movement. Dark bruises are blooming around his neck, the shape and size of Eya’s hands. Guilt rises in their chest like bile, bitter and rotten.

“It’s not about that,” Fives mumbles. “I just- I don’t think you’re well, Eya.”

“I’ve been fine until now,” Eya snarls, a sudden anger overtaking them at Fives’s insistence. They push his small body away to stand up from the ground. “I’m… fine. I’ve been managing, this was just… a mishap. I should not have agreed to fight you, I should have known better.”

“Known better?” Fives stares at them. “You mean- this has happened before?”

Eya shrugs and turns away, Fives’s gaze burning a hole into their back as they walk towards the lockers. This was just… a bad day. Just a bad day. They’re fine, they’ll be fine. Next time they’ll know- next time they won’t fight someone who means something to them, next time-

“Like I said,” they mumble, pulling their shirt over their head carefully, “I’ve been fine until now. Just… leave me be. I’ll take care of it.”

“Will you?” Fives’s voice is quiet and closer than they expected it to be. “I hope so… Gods, Kyreya. I hope so.”

Eya grunts noncommittally and turns to face Fives, who is staring up at them with a more serious expression on his face than they have ever seen him wear.

“I’ll see to it,” they repeat, though there is no real force behind their words. They are not sure they mean them just yet.

Fives eyes them a moment longer, mistrust shimmering golden in his eyes. Then, he nods slowly.

“If you say so.”

Quietly, they get dressed. When they walk out, Fives hugs Eya goodbye as he always does. Their tendrils curl around him softly, smoothing over his skin, covered in fresh bruises and old scars. It hurts to feel the love he still has for them, even after all this. He should hate them, but he has so much love to give.

Next time. They’ll talk about it next time. Tell him everything that happened, tell him who they are. He deserves to know. He deserves to know it wasn’t his fault that they hurt him, that it was all them- that they won’t do it again. He deserves to know that his love won’t be wasted on them. That they are trying to be better.

Next time. Eya’s tendrils curl around Fives’s arm for a moment before they let him go. He tastes like family, and when he smiles up at them, their hearts finally find their rhythm again.

It ends like this: With Fives walking away from them, kicking a pile of dirt in his way. With Fives turning around to wave at them, a small smile on his lips, and with Eya’s heart aching as they wonder where exactly they went wrong, and how to fix it all because if there ever was someone who deserves it, it’s this man with his soft heart and his sunshine smile.

It ends like this: With Fives fading into the grey of the city, and never coming back.

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Fin.

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Mando'a:

Isiri abiik, Ne’kho. Aala agol be aru’e. Ori’jate, ad’ika! - Smell the air, Ne'kho. Feel the moving flesh of your enemy. Very good, child! Udesii, vod! - Chill, bro. Vode ratiin, nayc? - Brothers forever, right? Jate. - Good. Gar serim, vod'ika. - You are right, little brother. hut'uun - Coward (atrocious insult to Mandalorians, the worst thing they can possibly be called) Nu hut’uun, haar chak! Gar nakar’mi meg gar sirbu. - I am not a coward, dammit. You don't know what you are saying. Gar cuyi kad, gar cuyi kad, gar cuyi kyr, gar ner, ner kad ner kyr ner oya, Ne’kho- You are the sword, you're the sword and the death, you are mine, my sword my death and my life, Ne'kho. Gar be’chaaj, verd’ika. Ke yaimpa at ni. Jii. - You are far away, soldier. Come back to me. Now.

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R’s are hard

Pairing: Din Djarin x GN!Foundling!Reader

Rating: Teen

Word Count: 1.2K

Summary: Some things just take more practice than others

Warnings: Mention of death

If you thought Basic classes were hard back on your home planet, you would have been wrong.

“I can’t do it! My tongue doesn’t move that way,” you pouted. You were sitting on the floor of the Razor Crest with a notebook open on your lap. Din was sitting across from you wearing his armor, minus the helmet to help you see his mouth shapes. The man in front of you sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.

You had been traveling hyperspace for two consecutive days and Din had decided it was prime time to try and teach you the basics of Mando’a with little success. You had a hard time rolling your R’s and Din was trying to teach you how to do it.

“Yes you can, you’re really close. Just touch the sides of your tongue to your teeth and the tip of your tongue to the roof of your mouth,” he instructed yet again and showed you how to do it. You sighed and tried to mimic his elaborate demonstration. All you could manage to get out was a hissing sound like before. You sighed again and closed the notebook in your lap.

“Ni nayc guuror ibic,” I don’t like this, you said, your R’s still falling flat. You got up from the floor and sat on top of a crate instead, swinging your legs back and forth to get blood flowing in them again. Din sighed again and grunted as he got up from the floor.

“Gar shi linibar ca’nara at hibirar,” you just need time to learn, he answered in perfect Mando’a. He walked in front of you and took the notebook from your hands, setting it aside.

“Cuyir gar kai’tomyc?” are you hungry he asked. Din and you had made it a habit to speak in Mando’a as much as possible to get some of the words and expressions to stick. You nodded and Din lifted you up from the crate, setting you back on the floor. He opened the crate and took out two ration packs.

“We should be nearing Coruscant soon. I want you to stay on the ship when I go out,” Din said and handed you an opened ration pack. You nodded your head and shoved a quarter of the pack down your gullet in one go.

“And I want you to practice your R’s,” he added. You looked up at him with your mouth full and groaned.

“Why? I’m never going to learn anyways. It’s pointless,” you mumbled. Din shook his head and sighed. You wondered if he was going for the galaxy’s record of most sighs in a day.

“Don’t speak with your mouth full. And you will learn. You just need practice. Or would you rather clean the whole ship top to bottom while I’m on a hunt?” he raised his eyebrow in question. You scoffed and swallowed the food.

“Fine. But I won’t clean the ship if the practice doesn’t help and I can’t do it when you get back,” you crossed your arms. Din nodded and finished his ration pack before tossing back to the crate to the trash side.

“Koor,” deal.

After an hour of mulling around in the ship, Din had ushered the both of you to the cockpit to drop out of hyperspace and start the landing cycle. You landed in a forest on the outskirts of the city the tracking fob was pointing at. You made your way down to the belly of the ship and Din put on his helmet and started gearing up.

“How long will you be gone?” you had asked his back. He clipped rounds for the pulse rifle onto his belt and turned around to face you.

“Four days max. Shouldn’t be a hard quarry. There are ration packs in the crate but don’t eat them all. We have to make a supply run after this bounty,” he told you and locked the armory behind him. You nodded and tipped your head down to look at your feet. You never liked it when Din was gone for more than a day. The ship was big, cold and lonely when you didn’t have the tin can man to keep you company.

Din stepped forward and gently tipped your chin up with his index and thumb.

“I’ll be back before you know it. Cuyir jate,” be good. And with that, he lowered the ramp and you watched him go down it and disappear into the woods. You lifted the ramp back up and climbed into the cockpit. You sat down on the pilot’s chair and curled in on yourself.

You occupied your time with target practice with a slingshot you had crafted from the scraps on the ship and practicing how to roll your R’s. You never slept great when Din was gone, the ship feeling more like a prison than a home. The cot stayed untouched, the only sleep you could get coming when you curled up in the pilot’s chair.

On day four you were once again practicing your R’s. You had decided a word with an R to master to make it easier but it was of no use. You groaned in the cockpit and threw your notebook on the floor, taking some of the frustration out on the innocent stack of papers. You closed your eyes and inhaled deeply, trying to channel out the anger and frustration before you started throwing more things. You then decided on an ultimatum.

“Okay universe. If I don’t get it on this try, I’ll never speak Mando’a again,” you muttered to the empty cockpit. You knew Din wouldn’t be happy to hear about your decision, but you were beyond frustrated. You breathed slowly for a couple of seconds before attempting the word.

“Buirrrrr,” you stretched out the last letter and the R rolled off your tongue perfectly. You gasped and clasped hands over your mouth. You started smiling widely and repeated the word.

“Buir, buir, buir!” you were clapping your hands in excitement. Then you felt the ship jolt and heard the ramp lowering down. You jumped up and down and opened the cockpit door before darting out and descending the ladder. You saw Din dragging a dead quarry behind him but you didn’t flinch, it wasn’t something that was new to you. You ran up to him and hugged him tightly. He grunted a surprise and wrapped one of his hands around your middle.

“Hey kid,” he spoke through the modulator of his helmet. You unwrapped yourself from him and he returned to the task at hand, pulling the quarry into the ship and closing the ramp behind him. You put your hands behind your back and swayed back and forth on your feet.

“Su cuy’gar buir,” hello father. Din froze with his hand on the ramp’s button. He whipped around and you smiled up at him. He let go of the rope tied to the quarry’s ankle and took off his helmet to look at you properly. His lips formed into a smile and he took two large strides to you and kneeled in front of you before wrapping his arms around your torso.

“You did it! You rolled your R’s!” he beamed. You giggled and wrapped your hands around him. He unwrapped himself from you and held you at an arm's length and looked you into your eyes.

“Ni’m briikase par gar ad,” I’m proud of you kid.

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