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iwishtobeastorm · 3 years

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Cabur - Chapter 2

Alpha!Din Djarin/Omega!F!Reader

A/N: Hey babes! I’m bringing you another chapter, hope you’ll like it, let me know as always :)

Warnings: just some fluff and angst

Masterlist | Chapter 3

The village that Din leads you to is beautiful. It reminds you almost painfully of your own home and you immediately understand why he thought you might find this place comforting. There're children playing between the wooden houses and adults working by the small lakes that Din explains are krill farms. As soon as the three of you are spotted, it seems like the whole village gathers around you to welcome you. They're all just like you and Din, you can feel all their scents mixing, making you a bit lightheaded, but their smiles and friendly approach put you at ease.

"We're sorry for appearing so suddenly," Din says when he comes face to face with slim, dark haired Omega, who's smiling at him softly, pressing a little girl to her side, who's looking at the baby in your arms. The little one seems to recognize her as well, cooing and raising his hand. You'd be normally glad he has some friends, but right now you're too focused on Din and the lady to acknowledge the wordless communication between the two kids.

"It's okay. Some trouble?" She asks and her gaze travels to you, making your cheeks burn. You take a note of the mark on her scent gland and you can't help but wonder if it's Din's. Is he her mate? Anxiety creeps inside your chest at the thought. What if he is already mated? You wouldn't even know thanks to all the clothes and armor covering him. He never told you and you didn't ask. Why it never even crossed your mind that he might be mated?

All the people around you suddenly feel too much, too overwhelming and you wish you could just hide somewhere. Maybe all that tension in your body is a product of your upcoming heat but maybe it's something else. Maybe it's the burning ache in your heart at the bare thought of your Mandalorian being already mated with someone who isn't you.

"Can we talk about this somewhere in private?" Din asks, his soft baritone taking you out of your panicking mind and you notice how the Omega gazes at you with compassion, apparently recognizing your uneasiness and distress.

"Follow me," she tilts her head to the side before leading you and Din away from the crowd. The villagers evidently understand you need to be left alone and so they slowly get back to their work.

The Omega leads you to one of the houses, slipping inside with her daughter and Din follows her without hesitation, forcing you to do so as well, even though you'd prefer to talk about all of this alone before you explain it to the stranger. Well, she might not be a stranger to Din.

The house is furnished simply but effectively. You can see small kitchen, table with four chairs, which immediately makes your mind travel to her and Din and their suspected relationship and a door leading to the other room, which must be their bedroom. You feel like crying.

"Winta, why don't you take the baby and go play outside?" The Omega turns to her daugter, who grins before approaching you.

You suddenly don't want the little one to leave, feeling like he's the last thing keeping you in the moment before you completely lose your mind, but when Winta looks up at you with her big brown eyes and soft smile, asking you politely if she really can take him, you're not able to deny her. You kiss the child's forehead before handing him over and watching as Winda disappears with him in the doorway, holding him close carefully, murmuring something to him about the other kids.

"I'm sorry I haven't introduced myself sooner. I'm Omera," the lady makes you whip your head around to face her and you hesitantly take her offered hand, shaking it softly.

"I-I'm (Y/N)," you murmur, looking into her eyes just briefly, before your gaze meets the ground shyly.

As much as you were glad to get out of the ship after all that tension between you and Din, you really wish to be back there right now. Is he reallly about to leave you alone here? With his supposed mate? Gods-

"Nice to meet you. I didn't know Din has new companion," she muses, glancing at him with small smile on her lips.

"She's not around for long," he states and you wish you could run out of here just like Winta did moments ago and hide somewhere and cry until you feel numb.

"I assume you're here because of her upcoming heat," she says, her openness surprising you.

"Yes. She needs a safe place to stay at," Din answers instead of you, your eyebrows crunching together, when you realize he's leaving you alone for real, that this is not just some sick joke nor your imagination. Why the hell should he go through it with you when he has a mate after all? What were you even thinking? Of course someone as amazing as him is already mated. You were so stupid to think otherwise.

"Well, there's a plenty of space here. We will take a good care of you, (Y/N)," she smiles at you just as warmly as she smiles at Din and you just nod, biting your lip softly.

"Din? Would you leave us alone for a moment?" She turns to the warrior in beskar armor and he hums in agreement, the visor of his helmet meeting your widened eyes as you silently beg for him to not leave you there alone.

"I'll be just outside the door, ad'ika," he states, his gloved hand ghosting over yours before he turns around and walks out of the house.

When his heavy footsteps fade away, Omera breaks the uncomfortable silence, that settled between you.

"Sit down, please. Would you like a cup of tea?" She asks, being the good hostess she surely is and you shake your head, slowly taking a seat at the wooden table, keeping your hands in your lap nervously. She sits down opposite you, the gentle smile never leaving her lips, constantly reassuring you, that everything is fine, but you're way past believing that.

"What's troubling you so much? I can feel it emanate from you," she says, looking into your eyes, which you quickly avoid by letting your gaze drop.

"Nothing. I- I'm very grateful to you for letting me stay here," you say, even though you're not sure how much you mean it and unfortunately for you, Omera knows very well you're lying, but she decides to not press the issue.

"It's absolutely okay. You're the first person Din ever brought here so I immediately knew it's something important," Omera states and you bite on the inside of your cheek at her words. You're the first one?

"I'm- I'm sorry we never met before. You must consider it so weird when I travel with your mate like this and-," you're not sure what to say next, so you let your words die, warmth flooding your cheeks. Omera lets out a little laugh, which makes you look up at her, confused.

"Oh, Din is not my mate. I- I've had a mate once but- My husband died years ago," she explains, her smile dropping for a second and you find yourself staring at her in disbelief.

"I-I'm sorry, I thought- I apologize. And I'm really sorry about your husband," you say sincerely, your anxiety slowly fading away, weird calmness settling in your bones at the ascertainment of Din not having a mate.

"It's okay. I was wondering what set you off so much since the beginning," she states and you feel your face heating up.

"You like him, don't you?" She asks, smiling at you again.

Your heart squeezes at her words, Din emerging on your mind and once again and you find yourself at loss of words. You're usually so talkative, so why there's nothing coming out of your mouth now?

"I can see it. Your Omega is not really subtle about it," Omera muses and you sigh, wishing you could hide from the embarrassment.

"I- I just can't help it," you murmur, looking down at your shoes to avoid Omera's knowing gaze. She reminds you so much of your mother. The smart, strong yet kind woman she always was and is now.

"Din is a good man. A good Alpha. But he's too stubborn and too withdrawn to ever let his feelings out," she states and you curve your brows in confusion.

"You think- you think he feels the same?" You ask, not believing your own words.

"Well, I'm not really sure, but from what I've seen so far, I'd say there's more than a solid chance," she smiles at you.

You feel weightless, your Omega purring inside you at the thought that Din could ever feel the same, even though just partly. There's a chance, which is still better than nothing. But then your small grin drops when you realize why you're here in the first place.

"If he likes me, why is he leaving me here?" You ask and you feel your heart clenching. You don't want to be alone during that time. You've spent enough heats through your life alone, without an Alpha and now that you've accompanied one for so long, you can't imagine being without him. Your Omega is too used to his presence, to the safety and security he provides, that you're not sure you'll be able to survive being without him during such trying times.

"He just wants to protect you. I'll talk to him about it, if you want to," she offers and you nod, smiling gratefully.

All the spite you felt to Omera when you stupidly assumed she's his mate was slowly traded for solidarity and gratitude during this private conversation of yours and so there's no wonder you're leaving her house with soft smile on your face.

Well, it is a wonder to Din. He noticed how strangely you acted ever since you two entered the village. He felt all of your chaotic emotions, all that nervousness and anxiety and he thought it's because all of the people around you. He thought they're making you uncomfortable. He wanted nothing more, that to push all the villagers away from you to give you some space and then take you into his arms and cuddle you until you'll feel good again. But he knew well he couldn't. You aren't his mate and it's not his place to act like you are. He noticed all of the glances you send his way when he followed Omera inside her house. You were so afraid, it was tugging on his heart uncomfortably, his Alpha begging him to let him take care of you. He couldn't help but swipe his fingers over yours before leaving, trying to give you at least a bit of support and reassure you that everything is fine. You looked so anxious and on the edge like he's never seen you before as he slipped out of the house and so seeing you now, heading his way with the smile he adores so much on your sweet face makes him feel confused. But he's glad you seem more at ease than before. Maybe Omera managed to give you more assurance and show you more kindness than Din is able to. He sometimes wishes he was better at all of this, that he'd be a natural talent at talking and dealing with precious Omegas like you, but that's not who he is.

"Where's the little one?" You ask, looking up at him, your eyes meeting his even through the visor, making him blush a bit. You sometimes make him feel so exposed just by gazing at him that he has to assure he's still wearing the helmet by touching it subtly.

"I- I saw them playing by the water," he states and you hum, satisfied with the response you've got. Your care and worry for the child and his safety makes Din want to make you his right here and right now but he knows better.

"Did Omera help you anyhow?" Din asks, but before you can answer, he notices her standing on the small porch of her house, beckoning him with her finger, smirk playing on her lips and so Din knows this might not be any good for him.

"Excuse me," he murmurs to you and just as he passes by you, you turn around to see why he's leaving you so suddenly, your gaze meeting Omera's and she gives you a small nod, making your smile widen a bit. Will she be able to persuade Din to stay with you? But- What if she's wrong? What if he's not leaving because he wants to protect you but because he just simply doesn't feel the same? You feel your smile dropping instantly, your worries filling your chest again.

You'd probably drown in your overthinking, if the kids didn't gather around you, persuading you to go play hide and seek with them, to which you agree, leaving surrounded by them, your troubles pushed away at least for a while.

Meanwhile Din sits in the house with Omera. She talks about what's new in the village, about the people and their krill farms, holding the usual small talk but Din can feel that's not what this is about and his patience his growing thin with every second he spends somewhere else than by your side, his need to protect you and keep you under his gaze getting the better of him and so he interrupts Omera's speech about their new technique of preparing spotchka with a cough. The Omega sitting opposite him instantly gets the hint and sighs at the manners of her guest.

"You're in hurry?" She asks, smirking.

"Not really," he responds and her gaze lingers at him for a moment, before she clears her throat and looks down at the cup of tea in front of her nonchalantly.

"There's something I'd like to talk about with you," she says.

"What is it?" Din straightens up a bit. He has a suspicion it's related to you and that makes him worried.

"It's about your Omega," she says, looking at Din expectantly from above her cup.

"She's- she's not my Omega," he responds and it's more a sigh than anything else.

"She told me she's quite worried about you leaving her here," Omera says, watching Din's whole body stiffen.

"She has to stay here, Omera. It's for her own safety. You can help her through it better than I can," he says, knowing he's right. Just the thought of you having to use the small bunk at the Crest to make your nest in all the coldness and discomfort the ship has to offer makes repulsion bloom in his chest. No. He won't let that happen. You can have a soft warm bed here, with enough food and enough peace, without him and the child to interrupt. You'll be happier here. Safer. He's sure about it.

Omera thought Din might get what she was trying to lead him to but apparently he's more clueless than she expected.

"But she wants you to be here with her," she states and if Din didn't respond to her previous declarations seconds ago, she might've thought he's dead in the current moment.

"No. I-I can't. There's no way. No," he shakes his beskar covered head.

"Why? She obviously wants you here. What's so bad about spending her heat with her?" Omera raises one of her dark eyebrows at him and he mentally curses her for this whole interrogation.

"I can't. I can't because-," Din's afraid to say it out loud, give his thoughts a certain form. They'll gain weight then and Din's not sure he's ready to carry it.

"Because?" Omera urges him to finish it, knowing well he might need to finally get his thoughts out of his head.

"Because I know I'd go into rut if I was here. I- I wouldn't be able to control myself," he states, his face burning underneath his helmet, his fists clenched tightly under the table.

Omera doesn't seem really fazed by all of this. She saw it dozens of times. Alphas in love with Omegas, too afraid to be in their presence because they don't want to hurt them, even though the Omegas want them to be there.

"You know what that means," she says, trying to spot his eyes through the visor of his helmet.

"That I have to stay away," he states and she really wants to smack him with the mug in her hand.

"It means you're compatible. Maybe more than you realize," she says. Din freezes. Could that be true? Could you be destined to be his mate? Chosen by the universe to become his? That's too good to be real.

"You've never thought about it, have you?" Omera smiles softly, recognizing the surprise in Din's posture.

"I- no," he admits. He's been too busy going down the rabbit hole, thinking about how he's not enough for you and how you might never want an Alpha like him to acknowledge that the effect you have on him might be extraordinary.

"You should talk about all of it with her," Omera offers and Din starts panicking immediately at the bare thought of discussing it with you. But he takes control over his emotions, letting his mind take the rule again. He learned long ago that logic is better than impulses. It makes him a good fighter. It might make him better human too.

"No. She deserves better than what I have to offer," he states, rising from the table and so Omera knows this whole conversation is over, even though there's so much she would like to talk about but she knows that if she kept pressuring him, he'd close himself completely and that wouldn't do any good.

"Good luck then," she gives him a nod, which he reciprocates and she watches him as he heads to the entrance, leaving the building without sparing her another glance.

The first thing he notices once he's out of Omera's house is the giggles of the children he didn't hear before. He follows it instinctively, knowing his foundling might be amongst them and he should better check what they're up to, just to make sure they're all okay. The sight he's met with might be too much to handle for him.

You are sitting on the ground with the baby in your lap, all the kids surrounding you and you're apparently telling them a story, maybe some fairytale, while you braid Winta's hair. You look divine. You have this pretty dress on, the sun is giving your whole form a halo, making your skin look radiant and your hair sparkle. You're so gentle with your movement and your voice that Din could melt. You're smiling, focusing fully on the braids and your story, so you don't even notice him standing there and watching you. All the children are listening to every word you say in anticipation, curious about where's it all gonna lead.

"And then the knight showed up. He wore shining silver armor and there was a helmet covering his face. No one knew what he looked like but everyone admired him for his skills when it came to weapons, his intelligence when it came to strategy and his kindness when it came to the people. It was no surprise that the whole town was hesitant to let him leave so he could kill the beast but he was their only chance how to survive. The knight returned to the people two days later, with the head of the beast. He killed it and saved the whole town, who now worships him as their hero," you smile at your own words, finishing Winta's hair and so you turn to his foundling, taking him from your lap to your arms, letting him rest his head against your breasts, your lips meeting his forehead for a second.

Din feels like he's gonna storm there and do something really really stupid like kiss you or confess his feelings for you, when he realizes your whole story might be about him. There're obvious parallels between him and your knight. Is that how you think about him?

"And what happens next?" One of the little boys sitting by your right asks and you turn to him, giving him one of your sweet smiles, your hand enveloping his.

"He marries a princess from the kingdom he saved from the beast. And they live happily ever after together," you say and the boy grins, satisfied with your ending.

Din is completely drooling at the sight of you with the children. You're a natural. A perfect mother figure for his ad'ika. A perfect Omega for him. He wishes the tale of true mates could be true, he wishes you could really be meant to be his. He can't imagine anyone else by his side except for you. But he's not worthy of you. He's not the knight from your story, he could never be good enough for you, the princess. He's just- just himself, the plain old Din. How could he ever ask you to settle for that?

Your eyes meet him, once you catch a whiff of his sweet, calming scent and you grin.

"Look, here comes the knight," you murmur to the kids and they all immediately turn their eyes to Din. He realizes you probably don't know he stood there for a while and that he actually knows what you mean by the knight. The fact you confirmed his suspicion about the knight being him makes Din's heart ache with the desperate need to have you.

"He is the knight?" One of the kids gasps and you smile at them, nodding. Din carefully approaches the group. The baby immediately raises his hands to be held by him and you obligate, handing him over to the Mandalorian.

"What are you up to?" Din asks, trying to keep his voice steady and make it look like he truly has no idea.

"(Y/N) told us a story," Winta answers, being one of the few kids that are actually not afraid of Din.

"Hm. What kind of story?" He looks at you, noticing how bashful your seem suddenly, smile tugging on his lips at that.

"A story about a knight who saves a kingdom from a beast," the little boy that wanted to know the end of your tale speaks up.

"What kind of beast?" Din wants to know.

"A big bad one," small girl with golden locks responds, her words making you smile widely and Din wants to remember that smile of yours forever.

"I see," he says, turning to the baby in his arms, who seems really happy to be where he is now, held by Din and surrounded by all of his friends. It makes him wish he could really stay there with you for a while, but he knows he can't.

"You should say your goodbyes. We're leaving soon," he says to the child in his arms and he tilts his head in confusion, cooing. Din immediately feels the wave of negative emotions in your scent, hitting him like a blaster shot, making him whip his head around just to be met with your teary eyes, which almost breaks his heart but he knows he can't let up now. He has to keep doing what's best for you. And leaving you here right now seems like the only option.

"You're already leaving?" Winta asks, her hand resting on top of yours on your thigh.

"I- I'll be staying here for a while. Mando and the baby will come back for me then," you explain, your voice so quiet now as you try to keep a brave face for the children, who now cheer to have you here for at least a bit longer, while both you and Din feel like dying inside. None of you really wants to part from the other one, but Din already made a decision and he won't step away from it all now.

And so even though it breaks his heart, even though he can't even look at you as he's leaving the village, even though the child keeps hiccuping all the way back to the Crest when he notices you're missing, he doesn't stay. He boards the ship and leaves Sorgan as fast as he can, trying to build a wall around himself to not let all the feelings he has for you to cloud his judgement. He knows he had to do it. Because that was the right thing to do. Because that is the way.

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phantomarchive · 4 years

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Omera backstory and post-ep. 4 AUs (guest starring Mandalorian Spoilers)

Age: 43 (as of The Mandalorian; 10ABY) Born: 33BBY

Omera was born in 33BBY, and was an only child to her biological parents. They died when she was eight years old due to illness, and she was adopted into a family with a small tavern, but that sold various illegal goods, including stolen memory-wiped droids, cybernetic parts, drugs, and information. Omera didn’t learn until she was twelve what their business was a front for, and then was taught how to handle the goods they sold, and the attitude to approach each customer with. Her skills were honed over the next five years before she started making interplanetary deliveries, posing as a travelling merchant.

After a time, she started spending more time on her ship, a small, innocuous vessel with several false identifications to get her into any ports she wanted or needed to get to. Hers wasn’t a thrilling life of daring adventure and adrenaline, but she did slip into various places she shouldn’t, sold parts and information that weren’t hers, and always made a good profit off of her transactions. Going by a codename, she made a quiet name for herself in the galaxy’s underbelly, and became known for being able to find some difficult bits of whatever people needed, and for being pretty damn good in a firefight. Not the best, but far from the worst.

She mostly operated after the fall of the Jedi, and assisted in medicine where she could, having learned the basics from her father. By the year 2BBY, she had met and fallen in love with a man named Lirn, and fell into business alongside him for three years. In 1ABY, she became pregnant with her daughter and decided this wasn’t a life she wanted to have a child in. For months, she and Lirn searched for a small, quiet place they could settle down without being found by anyone who knew them from their former life, eventually landing on Sorgan and finding a place in the village of krill farmers.

Lirn began learning how to brew spotchka while Omera learned krill farming. Mere weeks before her daughter was born, Lirn died from an accidental injury while working. Heartbroken, Omera was left to raise her child by herself. The other villagers stepped up to help as best as they could, and eventually, she and Winta flourished in their new lives.

Post Ep. 4 AUs (under a cut because definitely spoilers)

AU 1: After the attack on the village and the departing of their Mandalorian protector, Omera is ready to go back to a simple life of farming and raising her daughter. After many years of being hidden and no one from her previous life finding her, the fob set to find The Child results in her also being found by people who might consider her enemies. When Omera won’t go with them and puts up resistance, Winta is kidnapped in the night as ransom. Omera contacts her Mandalorian friend and asks for his help to get her daughter back. She is reminded why she loved being amidst the stars and within the thrumming walls of a ship in motion, and thinks that returning to her old life might be nice for a bit. Her primary concern remains her daughter, though, and she is unwilling to put Winta through this life if she doesn’t want it.

AU 2: After the attack on the village and the departing of their Mandalorian protector, Omera is ready to go back to a simple life of farming and raising her daughter. After many years of being hidden and no one from her previous life finding her, the fob set to find The Child results in her also being found by people who might consider her enemies. When Omera won’t go with them and puts up resistance, Winta is fatally wounded in an ensuing firefight, and Omera and the village take down those who hurt her. Heartbroken and angry, Omera craves retribution, contacts Mando for help, and pleads with him to help her.

AU 3: This Au is definitely fanservice and will NOT be a primary verse or focus unless the other RPer wants to do it, too. I will not force anything on anyone if they’re not interested. This is simply an idea. Once the fobs on The Child are deactivated (assuming that’s what happens), Mando finds his way back to Omera. He continues on with his guild work, but comes back to Omera frequently, and the two begin pursuing a quiet relationship together raising Winta and The Child.

#(this is so heavily headcanoned because we have z e r o information about her so)#〘 Test Muse ⋮ Omera 〙#(look she isn't that good with a gun without there being a reason. So here's mine!)

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jbbuckybarnes · 3 years

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Scared & Sacred - Ch. 3

Pairing: Din Djarin x pregnant!Reader

Description: The Mandalorian had helped you while you were hunted for your family name and you had grown a little closer over the months, but you didn’t expect THIS. How was this possible after just three times of getting so close to him. You had to find a nurse as fast as possible.

Warnings: pregnancy, fluff, helmetless Din, canon divergent, not proofread

M A S T E R L I S T

Chapter 3 - Comfortable

Omera closed in on you right after you landed with happiness written all over her face. „Mando, Princess, Greenling.“ She bowed slightly as a hello and got a tiny coo in return from Din‘s arms. „Omera.“ You hugged her close to you, noticing the little village flourishing. „What brings you here?“ She smiled over to Din who took a step forward to be next to you again. „We aren‘t hunted anymore and we really needed a break. The little one loved it here last time, so we figured we would come here for a while.“ You explained and took Grogu who started to fuzz. „You are always welcome here, after everything you did.“ She nodded and showed you to follow her to her hut. There was a loud squeak in your arms when Grogu saw the children playing. You grinned and walked towards Winta which noticed you seconds later. „Have an eye on him, yeah?“ You set Grogu down in front of her and got an eager nod back.

„I‘ll make sure food will be ready for you later. Get comfortable.“ You heard Omera as you walked in. „Actually, I‘d love to help around.“ Din spoke up and got a slightly surprised face back. „I think they could always use help chopping wood.“ She pointed at a couple of men in the distance and he nodded and went off. The pretty woman faced you, „He‘s so different, what happened?“ You smiled back at her, „We met many people on our journey. Made him softer. And I think having me around helped a lot.“ „I‘m sure. Your green child looks well loved by the both of you.“ She looked out of the window with you at the children. „Lost him for a while, got him back, started a bedtime routine, fell in love with his dad. You know, the usual things happening when you‘re suddenly parents.“ You noticed her facing you. „Oh? I know there was something else different between you two.“ A wide smile spread on her face. „It might be a little more obvious on him now than it was a couple weeks ago. I am with child.“ You looked at her too and your hand automatically wandered to where you knew your little wonder was. „Really? That‘s amazing! I‘ll bombard you with all my tips if you let me!“ She jumped a little and went in for a hug that you returned. „I‘ll let you.“ You chuckled at her happiness, „But I really missed having a normal bed and Grogu kept me up half the night, so I‘ll probably sleep early tonight.“ „Grogu? Is that his name?“ „A Jedi woman told us that‘s his name, yes. You need to call him that and listen to the sound he makes. It‘s adorable.“ You both chuckled. „Well, I‘ll leave you to it with the unpacking and bring you food in a while. You need rest.“ She softened more than she already did and then went her way.

A while later Din came back to the hut, smelling like forest already. „You smell nice, cyare.“ You smiled up, grabbing onto his chest plate. „It‘s cute when you say it, mesh‘la.“ He took off his gloves and threw them behind him before taking your face into his hands. „And what does that mean?“ Your hands went up to the helmet. „Beautiful.“ You released the helmet with a hiss and saw his hair all tousled up. „What‘s the word for handsome?“ You smirked before hearing a gasp in the entrance. „I‘m so sorry.“ Omera had turned away. „No, no. It‘s okay, I learned my religion was more intense about the helmets than other Mandalorian groups and others take that thing off when it‘s safe.“ Din explained and she turned around to look at you both. „I have to agree with her. You do look handsome.“ She grinned and set down the tray of food, „Your child will look gorgeous.“ Din looked over to you and you gave him a slight nod. „That is still surreal from a mouth that isn‘t hers.“ He pointed at you and Omera giggled. „You men always need a while to let it set in. Us women just know.“ She winked at you both before making her exit.

You turned back to Din, seeing the soft smile directed down at you. „Do you think it‘s a boy or a girl?“ He murmured, grabbing your hips. „Grogu said a girl.“ His brow rose up, „Showed him veggies as either option. His babbling while holding up the tukal root was really convincing.“ You both chuckled at that. He knew how expressive Grogu could get without you two understanding one bit. „What do you think?“ You asked up at him with a smile. „I asked you first.“ „Don‘t argue with a pregnant woman, Din.“ He chuckled and shook his head, „I‘d love a girl. I‘m starting to think we‘ll keep Grogu with nobody searching for him after the Tython mess.“ „A boy and a girl sounds perfect to me too.“ You went onto your tippy toes and kissed him on the nose. You gently got rid of his armor, something you had only done with his pauldrons before the news broke. This was an immense sign of trust for both of you. „If you change your underclothes too and walk out to get Grogu they‘ll think someone invaded their village again.“ You snorted and heard a laugh emitting above you. „I‘m willing to try. Omera would at least be able to defend me with her skills.“ „I’ll just watch the show from my window.“

After putting on a different undershirt and dark green pants they gave their guests, he walked out towards the children. You watched the town perk up at the view of the unknown man. „Grogu.“ You heard his signature coo at his name. „Hey, what are you doing with that child?“ A village man asked as Din picked Grogu up. „Yeah, who the hell are you?“ Another joined in and you snorted from the window, making the men look over. „Oh.“ You heard in a choir. „It‘s alright. It‘s great to know that you would keep him safe if we weren‘t there to defend him.“ Din smiled at them and heard a giggle from his arms. „You hungry, kid?“ A squeak came back at him and he came back to the hut with a chuckle. „That was funny and sweet.“ You giggled before taking Grogu towards you to feed his food to him slowly so he didn‘t get a belly ache like last night.

After you put Grogu into his little bed and put a blanket over it to keep it dark in the morning hours you returned to Din sitting on the bed comfortably. „It‘s so incredible seeing you so relaxed, so yourself. I feel like I’m falling in love all over again.“ He smiled at you widely. „Come here, cyar‘ika.“ He held his arms open and welcomed you in. You sat like that for a while, feeling little kisses all across your hair. „Tell me more about yourself, Din. I wanna know the father of my child better and help him be a person without his serious creed.“ You murmured and squeezed him. Half the night was spent with him recounting events he remembered from childhood, his parents dying and what it felt like growing up in the Mandalorian religion. It was like you had a new man in front of you. The once silent armored man had turned into a trusting haven of words. He was very expressive due to never having had to worry about that before, but you loved that about him even more. He had his emotions open to you like nobody else before. „You need to sleep.“ He urged you softly, noticing your eyes getting smaller and smaller while listening. „Maybe.“ You mumbled and he gently pushed you to lay down with a grin on his face. „You need rest, you‘re growing a human inside of you.“ He kissed your nose. „That you put there, may I add. After I was hurt.“ You giggled all droopy. „You‘re cute when you‘re sleepy. Did I ever tell you that?“ His fingers wandered over your face featherlight. „Not a man of many words.“ You giggled and he chuckled at how sleepdrunk you were. „Little hard to describe someone as pretty as you.“ He watched you smile at him. „I love you.“ „I love you too.“ And like that you were gone off to dreamland.

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communistkenobi-archive · 4 years

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concept: Din and Co. are back on Nevarro, and during a fight he gets his nose broken and can’t really continue until it’s tended to. since there’s no Mandalorian medic anymore because the covert is gone, Omera offers to look after it, and after a very intense moment of silence she says she’s seen his face before and the Armourer and Paz go batshit

#mando.txt #bwsh #THIS IS VERY SPECIFIC #hhgg #im nearing the end of bwsh and am thinking about sequels now #i kinda wanna wait for s2 to see what happens first #like i am P R A Y I N G that omera comes back in some capacity #but if she doesnt then its time for a post-s1 AU babey #you were the only one i kneeled before

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the edge of hope (2/9)

summary: canon divergent au; when Din left Sorgan to protect the Child, he left the woman he’d fallen in love with, not knowing he’d also left behind something else. Or, Omera and Winta join Mando and Grogu on their season 2 adventures. Mandomera!

Catch up here: 1

Second chapter below the cut or on AO3!

The Marshal

Peli Motto was a small woman, whose brown curls were wild and free atop her head. Her hands were on her hips the instant the ramp to the Razor Crest extended downwards.

Her worker droids seemed eager to get to work on the ship, chirping and chattering as the steam from the engines exhausted, three of them with tools in hand at Peli’s side. She shooed them away, but he shrugged, saying, “May as well let them have at it.”

In a sling he’d constructed of fabric, he held the Child at his side, and behind him, both Omera and Winta followed onto the flat white sand of the hangar bay.

The trip had been seamless, and he’d actually found that he enjoyed getting to spend the idle time listening to Winta tell stories about life on Sorgan. Omera had been quiet, but her smile was kind when he mentioned that the Child had begun trying to form words. Nothing substantial yet, but Din was sure he’d get there eventually.

“I guess a lot has changed since you were last in Mos…” Peli paused, surprise in her features at the sight of the Child slung off to his side. He adjusted it so that the Child could see her more clearly, slowing to a stop before the woman. “Oh, thank the Force! This little thing has had me worried sick.”

Peli reached in, grabbing the Child without permission. He squeaked, little noises that Din had learned indicated that he was curious.

“Looks like it remembers me. How much do you want for it?” She paused, eyes finding Omera standing at his side. She softened slightly. “Guess your crew’s grown since the last time you were here, too.”

Din glanced over at Omera and Winta. In a way, it felt like he was introducing them to an old friend, even if he and Peli weren't quite friends- or were they?

Maybe they could find themselves on Nevarro and meet up with Karga and Dune at some point. Omera would probably like to see Cara again.

He nodded at Peli. “We’re here on business. Need your help.”

"Hold on. Aren't you gonna introduce me to your new crew members?"

Omera stepped forward, smiling kindly. "I'm Omera. This is my daughter, Winta."

Peli grinned. "Peli. It's good to meet you. Anyone who travels with Mando here is a friend in my book." Lifting an eyebrow at him, she snarked, "See? That wasn't so bad, was it?"

Din turned his attention onto the Child still held snug in Peli's arms.

“I’ve been quested to bring this one back to its kind. Can you help?”

“Oh, wow.” She scoffed and gave her head a minute shake. “I’ve never seen any like it. And trust me, I’ve seen all shapes and sizes in this town.”

“If I can locate another of my kind, I can chart a path through the network of coverts.”

Peli looked him up and down. “You’ve been the only Mando here for years from what I can tell.”

“Where is Mos Pelgo?” Omera spoke up. “We’ve heard that there is one there.”

“Oh. Boy, I haven’t heard that name in a while.” Peli frowned. “It was wiped out by bandits. Once the Empire fell, it was a free-for-all. I didn’t dare leave the city walls. Still don’t.”

“Can you tell us where it used to be?” Din asked.

“R-five!” Peli called out. “Bring the map of Tatooine!”

The droid did as was requested, with only a mild admonishing by Peli. With the holo map displayed, the hangar manager gestured to the markings.

“This is a map of Tatooine before the war. You got Mos Eisley, Mos Espa, and up around this region, Mos Pelgo.”

“I don’t see anything.”

“Well, it’s there. Or, at least, it used to be. Not much to speak of. It’s an old mining settlement.” She turned, looking at the Crest. “They’re going to see that big hunk o’ metal long before you land.”

“You still have that old speeder bike?”

Peli looked at the group of them, already chastising him for the idea before she could do it with her words. “You can’t all fit on one speeder bike. How about we find you one more? The ladies can share.”

Din turned to Omera. “Do you think you could ride a speeder with Winta?”

With a little breathless smile, she shrugged. “I used to race speeders. Why not?”

Suddenly, he was desperate to learn so much more about Omera, but there was no time.

“Where’d you find this one?” Peli teased with a wink. “I know a guy. Let’s get you on your way.”

Omera’s speeder bike had a sidecar where Winta sat, strapped in tight. They rode behind Din, whose attention was dead-set on getting them well on their way to Mos Pelgo before the suns set.

As they traveled the sandy dunes of Tatooine, Omera smiled to herself beneath the scarf she used to cover her mouth and nose. It had been a long time since she’d last ridden a speeder, but it felt natural to be back at it again. Winta seemed to enjoy it too, giggling loud enough to be heard over the whirring of the engine.

Swiftly, it seemed, dusk came upon Tatooine. Din slowed when they spotted a group of camped out Tusken Raiders, all gathered around a fire with something cooking on top of a spit.

“I think we should stop. Ask for directions.” Din spoke just loud enough to be heard over the noise of the bikes. “They know this land.”

Omera nodded in agreement. “Do you speak their language?”

“I speak a lot of languages.”

It was all he said, as if it was the most casual thing in the whole of the galaxies to be well-versed in a lot of languages. She resolved she’d have to ask him more about it later.

Din led them into the camp with one hand held up in an act of peace. The Raiders had banthas grazing, something that drew Winta’s attention. Having slowed her speeder to a stop behind Din, Omera withdrew her scarf and smiled softly at her daughter.

“They’re called banthas.”

Winta’s eyes grew wide with curiosity. “Do you ride them?”

“Sometimes, yes,” Omera confirmed, keeping her voice quiet.

Din spoke to the Tuskens, gesturing with his hands as he went. It seemed the Tuskens found whatever he had to say amenable, returning to the campfire with a gentle gesture of kindness made with one of their staffs.

The Mandalorian turned to them. “They would like us to join them.”

He stepped toward their speeder and helped Winta out of the sidecar. Omera watched with so much intensity that it prevented her from climbing off of the bike herself. It was endearing to see that he cared.

As soon as Winta had set her feet on solid ground again after a day of riding through the desert, he turned to her. “You alright?”

Omera smiled and nodded. “Yes.”

Swiftly, she climbed off of the bike and moved to reach into one of the pouches on the side, where she’d stored some food for them to share on their journey to Mos Pelgo. After handing Winta a ration of food, she took her by the hand to walk with her toward the strangers.

She and Winta kept quiet, sitting opposite of Din at the fire that was mostly surrounded by Raiders. Din spoke with them. His knowledge of their language was entirely fascinating to her.

The discussion wasn’t very long, and once it was over, the Raiders took their food that had been cooking and retreated to their banthas just beyond a hunk of rock in the earth so that they could rest.

The fire still crackled between them, giving the armor Din wore a warm orange tint. Beside him, the Child sat, still keeping his unyielding focus on his father.

“They say it isn’t far from here,” Din told them. “Just a few more hours. We can make it by midmorning tomorrow.”

“Did they say if there were people still living there?”

He nodded. “They say it’s a small community.”

Omera looked at Winta. Her daughter kept her gaze on the sky, scanning the stars above them. It must have been a lot for her to take in. A new planet, with new creatures and beings. New languages that didn’t make sense to her mind.

She put her hand on Winta’s back and soothed her by rubbing a gentle circle with her palm.

“How are you feeling, my love?”

“Tired,” Winta admitted. She scrunched up her nose as her focus returned to her. “We were riding the speeder bike for so long.”

“I know.” Omera smiled sympathetically. She bit down on her lip, thoughtful, and then looked at the rock just opposite them beyond the fire. “Come with me. We can lean back against the rock and try to rest.”

Together, they stood and joined Din on his side of the fire. Winta sat against the rock first, and Omera followed. When she did so, she was surprised to see that the Child stared back at her, his head tilted with curiosity.

“Are you tired too?” she wondered.

The Child made a noise, a little blep. Din scooped him up and stood from his little stool made of a chunk of rock. He moved to join Omera, settling down close enough to her that she felt his shoulder touching hers.

The Mandalorian adjusted his son in his arms, cradling him, and then looked at her. “I’ll keep watch. Just in case.”

“You should rest too,” Omera said. She didn’t want him to carry the burden of being the sole protector of their group. She wanted him to know that he had an equal in her. “I can keep watch for a little while.”

The Mandalorian shook his head. “I’ll be fine.”

She sighed a little, but nodded regardless. Omera brought her arm around Winta, the girl already eager to lean into her side so she could sleep cushioned by her.

Gently, Omera allowed her head to fall onto Din’s shoulder, and she felt him go still, as if surprised, but he didn’t say or do anything.

Then, she heard him sigh softly, and his voice was quiet, “Sleep well.”

Almost as soon as the twin suns of Tatooine rose, they were on their way to Mos Pelgo. Feeling not so refreshed from what amounted to a nap or two sitting upright against a rock, Omera felt confident that they would find what they were looking for.

Their arrival caused somewhat of a stir in the people of the tiny town, especially as they slowly rode their speeders through it in search of another of Din’s kind.

“Do you think they’re here?” Winta asked nervously.

Din remained quiet as he surveyed their surroundings from just ahead of them.

Tucked into a pouch that hung from the side of the speeder, the Child peered around at the faces of the onlookers. His little ears twitched at all of the sounds of the new town. Omera could tell that he was incredibly happy to be on an adventure with his father. He’d worn a smile on his face since they landed on Tatooine.

Din slowed to a stop before the town bar and climbed off of his speeder without any further thought or discussion, moving toward the building with intent.

Winta, her carefree girl, very nearly followed after him, but Omera slowed her with an extended hand. Together, they made for quite the crowd. Part of her wondered if it would be sustainable in their search for a Jedi.

“We’ll wait outside, Winta.”

Winta huffed a dramatic sigh, throwing her head back as she folded her arms to her chest. “But Mama, we’re here to help.”

“I don’t think we’ll be very helpful if we get in the Mandalorian’s way.”

Omera climbed off of the speeder, watching with curiosity when she spotted the Child climbing out of his little pouch to go join Din in the bar. She made no move to stop him. Din was his father, and she was only a friendly face to him.

As Omera helped Winta out of the sidecar, Winta’s brow furrowed. “I’ve heard you say his name. Din. Can I say it too?”

Omera glanced into the open door to the bar. She saw three figures within, but the light from the suns was too bright for her to know if Din had found who he was searching for.

Looking to her daughter once again, Omera shook her head. “We can ask him. But not yet. He has a lot on his mind right now.”

Taking Winta by the hand, they moved to stand by the door of the bar, off of the sandy road that cut straight through Mos Pelgo. The small town was surprisingly populated for having no markings on any map. In some ways, it reminded her of the village they lived in on Sorgan: a tight-knit group of people from all walks of life, all gathered to form one community.

Just opposite them on the other side of the road, Omera spotted a woman with a baby, swaddled against her chest. The child’s head was all she could see, but she couldn’t help but take compassion on their mother, who struggled to lift a container filled with water up onto the porch of the dwelling.

Their eyes met from across the sandy divide and Omera smiled, her fingers having fallen to the small swell of her belly as a reflex. It seemed the woman found kinship with her, offering a kind smile in return.

There was a great rumbling of the earth that forced Omera into protective mode. She grabbed for Winta as the ground shook and listened as fearful townspeople scurried away from the main road and into their homes as fast as they could.

Suddenly, an alarm blared, but it did not give nearly enough forewarning of what was to come.

Din and another of his kind, donning an aged and worn sort of armor, but who wore no helmet, stepped out of the bar.

She’d learned from Din that Mandalorians wore their full armor in the presence of others. It seemed there was still something for them to learn about Din’s kind, if this man was indeed a Mandalorian.

The sand began to move, as if swallowed by the ground, starting at the far end of town. Swiftly, a creature hidden by sand burrowed straight through, dark and powerful.

From what Omera could tell, it was a sand dragon, scales the color of the sand. She was sure it had plenty of sharp teeth that would destroy anything that stood in its path, including an innocent bantha just beyond the town’s outer rim.

The dragon made a noise, a moan, and then it was back beneath the surface, burrowing away from Mos Pelgo as if it got what it came for.

It was over almost as soon as it had begun, but the ground still vibrated in the creature’s stead.

Without the alarms blaring, the townspeople began to make right their main road. They worked in teams to reset fallen equipment, to survey the damage as if this were something that happened often. Omera’s heart sank for them.

“Are you alright?” Din’s voice returned her focus to him.

She nodded, realizing that she still held onto Winta as if something was about to happen. She gently released her daughter, glancing past Din to the man in green and red Mandalorian armor.

“We’re fine.”

“Now, hold on,” the man said, a polite smile curling at his lips. “Just who might you be?”

“I’m Omera. This is my daughter, Winta. We’re traveling with the Mandalorian.”

The man looked at Din thoughtfully for a beat. Then, nodded at Omera. “Cobb Vanth. I’m the Marshal of Mos Pelgo.”

“It’s good to meet you, Marshal.”

She had the feeling that Cobb Vanth wasn’t truly a Mandalorian. He seemed carefree in the armor, as if not sworn to any sort of creed. The way Din stared after the Marshal made it clear even without seeing his facial expression: he didn’t trust him.

“That creature’s been terrorizing these parts since long before Mos Pelgo was established.” Cobb said, gesturing to the town street. “Thanks to this armor, I’ve been able to protect this town from bandits and Sand People. They look to me to protect ’em.” He eyed Din. “But a krayt dragon is too much for me to take on alone. Help me kill it, I’ll give you the armor.”

Pausing thoughtfully for a moment, Din seemed to consider how he would do such a thing.

“Deal. I’ll ride back to the ship, blow it out of the sand from the sky, use the bantha as bait.”

Cobb Vanth shook his head. “Not so simple. The ship passes above, it senses the vibrations, stays underground.” He paused, seeming to know he had Din where he wanted him. “But I know where it lives.”

“How far?”

“A few hours at most.”

They rode speeder bikes following Cobb Vanth’s lead straight into Tusken Raider territory. The Tuskens, they soon discovered, had been trying to rid the valley of the krayt dragon, but hadn’t been successful.

As they all sat around a fire in their small village on a tall ridge, Omera listened to the Tusken leader explain to Din that the dragon had taken a home that they would visit come the morning.

Winta lay curled at Omera’s side, sleeping to the sounds of discussion and a warm fire. On her other side, the Child sat, his ears perked at the chatter. He seemed deeply interested in what was going on, but especially in the sound of Din’s voice.

Cobb Vanth clearly had some qualms about the Sand People, his fears coming out in frustration that ended with Din rising to his feet and blasting a brief stream of fire from his flamethrower between the two parties.

Silence fell over the group for a moment before Din spoke in Tusken again.

“What are you telling them?” Vanth asked, still catching his breath from his anger.

“Same thing I’m telling you,” Din said coolly. “If we fight amongst ourselves, the monster will kill us all.”

When there wasn’t any conversation left to be had, the Tusken leader made a gesture to Din and their people retreated to their homes a few hearty paces away from the fire.

“We’ll rest here for the night,” Din explained to her and the marshal.

Pride wasn’t quite the only thing she felt, having watched Din spend the past several hours bridging the gap so that two groups of peoples could not only communicate, but form a bond in the shape of coming together to fight for a similar cause.

Cobb Vanth rose from his perch by the fire and nodded. “You were… very helpful today, Mando. Apologies that things got so heated.”

Din nodded his head once at Vanth, but said nothing in response. Omera stared into the flames of the fire as the marshal’s footsteps faded into the near distance. Perhaps he needed a moment to gather his thoughts.

“Come here, kid,” Din’s voice brought her attention away from Cobb. He stood from his previous spot across the fire, moving to be closer to her and Winta. With hands outstretched, he took his boy into his arms. “Time to sleep.”

The Child made a little noise in protest and Din shook his head, sighing heavily. He reached into a pouch on his belt and pulled out a small metal ball, holding it between his fingers for just a second before giving it to his son.

The responding coo was enough to make Omera smile.

The Mandalorian settled himself and his son on the ground beside her, taking care to ensure that the boy was more comfortable than he was.

There was no doubt in her mind that he was a good father, and he would continue to be, even if she chose not to share the secret she carried within her.

So easily, her mind retreated back to the fact that she still hadn’t told Din. She knew she shouldn’t tell him right then, not with his head in the midst of such a deep, complicated problem. However, soon, she’d have no choice, and that was something that terrified her.

It was dangerous to love a man whose life was one mission, one fight, one danger after the next. She’d learned this once before, with Winta’s father, and had been determined that she wouldn’t allow it to happen again.

Yet, her heart yearned for him anyway.

“Is all of this really for a suit of armor?” Omera asked quietly.

Din turned his head toward her. “It’s Mandalorian armor. It doesn’t belong with him.”

Omera smiled thoughtfully. She shifted just slightly, enough that their arms brushed. “I think you can’t help but solve every problem that comes your way. You can’t help but help people.”

“Is that a problem?”

“No. It’s kind.” She rested her head against his shoulder. “You are a good man, Din.” She paused, smiling a little when she took notice of the Child sleeping in his arm. “And a good father.”

The Mandalorian was silent for a moment. His voice cracked when he spoke again, soft, just for her, “I’m trying.”

Just shortly before morning arrived on the sandy planet of Tatooine, Omera woke up. She checked on her companions and quickly discovered that the children both remained soundly asleep.

The Child rested beneath Winta’s arm like he belonged there, making the tiniest noises that made her smile. The visual was a warm reminder of a time to come, when Winta would get to cradle her new sibling as they slept.

Din was nowhere to be found, but Cobb was still asleep as well, hands tucked together against his chest while he laid flat on the ground.

Omera stood so that she could stretch. It wasn’t easy to sleep on the ground and her body made sure she knew that. With a small grimace, she felt the tell-tale signs of a friendly bout of sickness tickle at the back of her throat.

The Sand People had shown them where they could relieve themselves in private, so she made her way to the space between two rocks and unceremoniously got sick.

By the time she was finished and had pulled herself back together, the suns had finally poked their way past the horizon. As she emerged from the space between the rocks, she saw the Mandalorian. He stood talking with one of the Tuskens, though his attention very quickly shifted onto her.

Averting her gaze with the smallest twinge of embarrassment, Omera walked back to the campsite. Winta had risen for the day and sat up with her arms wrapped around her knees. She stared blankly ahead of her, very clearly just as exhausted as Omera felt.

“Morning, Winta.” Omera managed a smile. “How did you sleep?”

“Not so good.” Winta scrunched up her nose. “The ground is very hard.”

Omera hummed. She went to their speeder bike to grab a container of water from a pouch at the side. When she joined her daughter on the ground, she had a hearty sip to wash away the taste of bile from her throat.

“I don’t suspect we’ll be sleeping on the ground for very much longer,” Omera told Winta. “Do you want some water?”

Winta nodded. She handed the container off to her daughter and peered over at Din. The Mandalorian made his way toward the camp, hands on his hips like he was in charge. His arrival to the camp made his boy toddle toward him with arms outstretched.

“The Tuskens said we have to ride banthas to the sarlacc pit.”

He leaned down to pick the Child up and settled him into one arm. It was so natural how he fathered his boy.

“Really?” Winta asked eagerly. Suddenly, she was wide awake and ready to see what the day held for them.

Din nodded once. “They’d like us to leave soon, so if we’re all ready…”

Winta was on her feet in an instant. “C’mon, Mama. We get to ride a bantha!”

Omera laughed. She stood again and met Din’s gaze. Her heart skipped an unexpected beat and her belly swooped.

“You’ll have to teach us how. We don’t have any experience.”

He tilted his head slightly at her. “Well… it’s pretty simple. I don’t know if you need a lesson.”

Omera lifted a shoulder and smiled at him. “Humor us.”

When they were given a bantha to share, Din helped direct them. “You first, Omera. Grab the horn on the saddle. It’s like riding a speeder.”

Omera did as she was told, careful with the mighty beast as she slung her leg over the saddle and put both feet into the stirrups. Looking down, she saw Winta beaming with delight.

“Me next?”

“Here.” Din held out his hands in preparation for grabbing Winta from behind. “I’ll help.”

The Mandalorian hoisted Winta up into his arms and Omera helped settle her onto the saddle in front of her. When Winta was secured, Omera held onto her tightly, arms wrapped around her middle.

Winta giggled with the brightest kind of happiness.

“Thank you,” Omera said earnestly to the Mandalorian.

Din nodded at them. “You’re welcome.”

When their banthas began to move, Winta gasped and laughed again. Din glanced over at them from his and Omera swore she could almost see his smile.

After visiting the sarlacc pit, they returned to the village on the tall ridge for another evening of discussions. The Tuskens showed them that they’d come up with the bare bones of a plan by literally using, well, bones.

Diplomacy between the people of Mos Pelgo and the Tuskens continued well through the night, arguments and ideas exchanged with tense looks and words spoken through the Mandalorian.

Omera cared for the children as best she could, supervising as they played and drew figures in the dirt. When it came time to eat, she prepared a small meal of soup for the Tuskens to thank them for their kindness.

As she ladled out a second bowl for the Child, she listened to Din speak with Cobb Vanth. It was apparent that tensions were still high, but she had a feeling Vanth would be unable to keep fighting off the sand people, should he want the krayt dragon to leave his people alone.

Cobb pivoted on his foot, reaching up to scratch his beard in thought, and walked away, leaving Din alone to speak to the Tuskens.

When they seemed satisfied, Din approached the Child, who sat on the ground with his bowl of soup between both hands.

“He’ll come around to your plan.” Omera stood to ladle out a bowl of soup for the Mandalorian, fresh from the pot over the fire. “He’s just too proud to admit he needs help.”

She held the bowl out for him to take. “It isn’t much, but it will fill you for the night.”

“Thank you.” For a moment, he didn’t take it from her, simply staring at her instead. When he finally extended his fingers to take it, he asked softly, “How are the children handling all of this?”

“As well as any child.” Omera smiled a bit when she recalled Winta’s soft sighs of boredom earlier in the night. Now, she laid on the ground sound asleep. “Winta has already learned so much about the universe she could never learn in her lessons at home. She loves the banthas.”

Din chuckled. “I heard.”

Glancing over at Din’s son, she found him staring up at them with his teeth exposed and a happy giggle. Omera had learned quickly that the boy found the most joy in the simplest moments. He liked being a child, something that he’d never be able to have. Not truly.

“He loves to hear your voice. I think he would be happy anywhere you were.”

Din sat on the ground beside the Child, earning the boy’s affection in an instant. Omera joined them, drawing her knees toward her chest so she could rest her cheek upon them as she gazed after the man she loved.

He adjusted the bowl in his hands. “The plan will only work if we all work together. I worry that won’t be possible.”

Omera’s heart ached. “You’ve done all you can. It’s up to them to see this for what it is.”

The fire crackled and she shifted to allow herself to get lost staring into it. Her mind drifted, thoughts of the future echoing through her mind in a pleasant daydream.

“The Tuskens told me they were thankful for your kindness today.”

She smiled softly to herself. Looking at Din again, she wondered aloud, “When did you learn their language?”

“I was taught many languages as a child. It was part of my training.”

Omera hummed in understanding. Between them, the Child waved his hand at her, as if trying to get her attention. “Hello, little one.”

“He likes you.”

She flashed a smile at Din. “Since we’re part of the same crew, I’m glad. It would make for difficult travels otherwise.”

Din laughed through his nose, barely enough to humor her. She had the feeling that he was unsure of how to act with her. If she were being honest, she wasn’t exactly sure either.

She had joined him on this mission out of a deep desire to know if they could be together. She wanted to learn if his time on Sorgan had merely been a gift that should have been cherished for what it was.

So far, she’d found that traveling with the Mandalorian brought her more comfort than she’d thought it could.

For so long after he left the village, whether she meant to or not, she’d waited for him to return. As the days had passed, she wondered if he could possibly feel the same way she felt for him. It was nice to think that maybe he did. Why else would he have invited her to come with him?

His fingers caressed the rim of his bowl of soup, a reminder to her that he wouldn’t eat it unless he could remove his helmet, something that would require him to be alone.

Carefully, Omera lifted his son from where he sat between them into her arms and cradled him against her chest.

“We’ll turn away so you can eat.”

With a brief look around to check their surroundings, Din nodded.

Omera turned away from the Mandalorian, focused on the babbling Jedi child in her arms. He put a hand on her cheek and she smiled at him.

“Are you getting tired yet?” she asked quietly. “Winta fell asleep a while ago.”

The Child’s fingers moved away from her face and he blinked slowly, revealing that he was indeed getting sleepy. Omera lifted her fingers to the wrinkled top of his head and soothed him.

Softly, she sang the words of an ancient lullaby, a song she’d sung to Winta when she was a newborn baby. A song she would sing one day to the child growing within her as well.

As the verses of the song came to an end, she hummed the melody, gently swaying with the Child in her arms. His eyes had fallen shut, but she could tell he wasn’t quite asleep yet.

After a few more minutes, she rested her palm over his belly and lowered her lips to the top of his head. “Sleep well.”

“You have a beautiful singin’ voice, if you don’t mind me sayin’.”

Omera looked up at the sound of Cobb Vanth’s voice. He approached the fire with his hands settled on his hips.

She smiled at his complimentary words. “Thank you, Marshal.”

The Marshal of Mos Pelgo turned his attention to the Mandalorian. “It’s nice to see a family tight knit as you are. Got some really good kids, too.”

Slowly, she shifted in her spot, turning to see Din again. He’d replaced his helmet, the bowl empty on the ground beside him.

“Thanks.”

The Mandalorian didn’t correct Cobb. She wasn’t sure what he would correct him with. They weren’t technically a crew. They weren’t technically a family. They were more than friends. Perhaps the best thing to say was nothing at all.

Cobb slowly slunk towards them, settling himself down on a boulder across the fire from Din.

“I’ve given it some thought. The deal is too good for us to pass up. We lose the dragon. Our town can return to life as normal. And, we get an ally in the Tuskens, as strange as that would be.”

“All they’re asking is you keep the peace,” Din said. “Think you can manage that?”

He nodded. “I think so.”

“Then tomorrow, we’ll go back to Mos Pelgo and get prepared for a fight.”

Cobb flashed them a smile, nodding his head. He looked at the pot hanging over the fire. “Somethin’ smells real good.”

“Oh, you can have some,” Omera smiled back at him. “I managed to pull some soup together.”

“Anything beats the roast mystery critters we had last night. Much obliged, ma’am.”

As Cobb helped himself to the soup over the fire, Din suddenly rose to his feet and walked over to his speeder bike. He grabbed something from a satchel hanging off the side, obscured in the dark. When he returned to the fire, he knelt at Winta’s side and covered her sleeping body in a blanket. Omera smiled at the kindness of the act.

Din lingered for a second when he stood, his attention on the Child in Omera’s arms, and then he was back at her side, his shoulder brushing hers.

Omera looked at the Mandalorian, listening as the fire crackled, and found that he focused on her.

They didn’t need to talk. She shifted closer to him and rested her cheek against the cool of his armor. Her gaze comfortably returned to the fire in front of them. Din’s fingers found her knee, as if it were his way of welcoming her intimacy.

“Do you want to help during the fight?” Din asked, his voice quiet.

Omera didn’t need to think about it. She was here to help Din on his path, and that path now included a fight with a krayt dragon. As scary as it was, she knew deep within her very soul that they would be capable, especially with the help of many.

“Of course. I’ll do whatever I can.”

The Mandalorian’s fingers flexed a little on her knee. “I’m glad you’re here.”

She smiled to herself, unable to help it. “Me too.”

With the Marshal of Mos Pelgo willing to try the plan that the Tuskens pulled together, they returned to the sleepy town with the intention of drafting an army composed of every townsperson.

It wasn’t easy. There were some hard words and tense arguments. As they began to saddle up their banthas, a few of the townspeople fought with the Tuskens, but Cobb Vanth was quick to calm things.

Hopefully, the tensions between the two groups wouldn’t be a sign of things to come.

When they arrived at the abandoned sarlacc pit for the second time, Omera and Winta helped the townspeople with their elaborate trap in the ground. There seemed to be a confidence that built over the course of the morning, as they crafted the trap that would ensnare the great krayt dragon.

When it came time for them to execute the plan, she retreated to the distant line at the back of the fight, where Din and Cobb Vanth were waiting with a few of the Tusken leaders.

With the Child in her arms and Winta at her side, Omera felt nervous. She hadn’t wanted to bring the children along, but Din promised that when it came time for the dragon to be baited, Winta and the Child would be tucked away, protected from the violence to come.

None of them imagined it would fail. In fact, there was no choice. They had to succeed.

Din approached her with a rifle in his hand. “We need you to shoot.”

Omera nodded once and took a deep, steadying breath. It was time for them to wake the dragon. She lowered the Child into Winta’s arms.

“Go to the little alcove we found earlier. I’ll come for you when it’s safe. Don’t be afraid.”

Winta bobbed her head and was on her way, fast and easy, with no arguing. It was good, Omera thought, that she wasn’t any older, lest they have a fight over if she could stay and be part of the battle.

Omera took the weapon from Din, their fingers brushing ever so slightly during the pass. She didn’t like to shoot, but this was part of the agreement she’d made with herself when she decided to leave Sorgan to join Din. She would defend herself, and her children.

“We’ll stay back here. Hopefully it doesn’t get too messy.”

The Mandalorian had planted the roots of confidence in the army gathered at the entrance of the abandoned sarlacc pit, but now, they would all have to work together to find victory in that confidence.

At first, the plan seemed to work. The dragon emerged, its roars angry, and it was eager to snack on a few of the Sand People that couldn’t move fast enough. Each life lost made Omera’s heart ache all the more.

The Tuskens deployed their spear launchers, tethering the dragon to them by rope so that they could try and pull it towards them. It wasn’t an easy task.

The creature slithered in the sand closer to their charges, but not quite close enough to make the hit fatal. The Tuskens yelled in their language, clearly getting a little bit frustrated, and Din cursed aloud.

“Dank farrik, it’s going back in.”

The Tusken Raiders began screaming, frantic, and they all watched with bated breath as the dragon began to slink backwards, the rope of the launched spears popping free and dragging a few of the raiders back with the monster.

“It’s retreating.”

“I’m going to hit it,” Cobb Vanth said. He held in his hand the button that ignited the charges they’d set.

Omera’s eyes widened. “There’s only one shot. Don’t.”

“We’ve gotta get it out first,” Din agreed.

Even though it was logical, Vanth gritted his teeth and shook his head at them. For now, he was complacent.

The dragon seemed stagnant, lingering in a backwards-forwards shifting position. The townspeople began to throw explosives at it and a line of fighters fired their weapons. It noticed the people on the ground and slithered forward once, letting out a great roar.

This time, its jaws descended upon one of the people of Mos Pelgo.

“Now?” Cobb asked Din with a wavering tone.

“Not yet.” Din’s voice was level and calm. Practiced. He knew what would work. “It’s gotta come out further.”

Another deep-bellied roar. The Tuskens used their spear launchers a second time with zealousness, sending several into the beast’s head so they could pull it forward.

The body of the beast slithered forwards, roaring and moaning as it went, clearly trying to break free. One of the ropes snapped from the mechanism it had been tethered to, sending three Tuskens skyward, and the krayt dragon lifted its head out of the sand, roaring as if in warning to all of the offending fighters.

It dove forward, a sickly green bile spewing from its mouth onto the retreating army.

“Almost. Almost.” Din kept a level head in the midst of what seemed to be a near failure. As soon as the beast settled onto the ground again, he shouted, “Now!”

The detonator beeped and the charges ignited, prompting the krayt dragon to let out a pained roar as it slithered down and backwards into the sand again. Silence. A great cloud of dust filled the air.

But it didn’t feel like a victory.

“I don’t think it’s dead,” Vanth finally said.

“Me either,” Din agreed.

As if hearing the conversation, at the top of the mountain that towered above the entrance to the pit, the dragon sprung to life, lurching forward from the rocks, roaring at its enemies as they began to fire upon it with blasters. Then, more of the green acid spit from its mouth onto the group of innocents below.

Omera pulled the trigger of the rifle, aimed at the dangerous beast, but she was sure she did absolutely no good. It did seem that their explosion had caused it an injury, but in its annoyed state, it seemed more volatile.

“It’s picking us off like womp rats,” Vanth uttered. “Let’s get after it!”

Rushing backwards, away from the mess of the battle, Omera focused on the creature in her sights and listened as the two men in armor took off by jet pack, soaring closer to the beast as it writhed in the rocks. They fired at it, but even at close range, their weapons seemed to do no damage.

The dragon lurched at them and the duo flew back onto the ground with the majority of their forces. As they did so, the creature disappeared, burrowing down through the rock, and for a few heart-stopping moments, they waited for it to reappear again.

When it did, it attacked the group from the side.

Omera watched through her scope as Vanth used his armor to release a missile at it. The explosion drew the dragon’s attention toward the group on the ground.

She saw Cobb pass Din the detonator. Then, he used the end of his gun to force Vanth’s jetpack to take off, launching him high above the ground in a cloud of smoke.

Slowly, the krayt dragon moved like a predator seeking out its prey. The townspeople fled, and so did she, scattering around with haste, but Din stood still.

As she helped a fallen townsperson stand to their feet, Omera focused on Din, her eyes narrowing and her heart racing in her ears.

The Mandalorian stood in front of a bantha, who had more smarts than he did, struggling to get free and run far away from the dangerous dragon, but Din grabbed the rope, tugging at the creature to get it to stay put.

And then, it happened.

Omera’s eyes widened in disbelief when she watched Din get swallowed whole by the great dragon. Its teeth seemed all the sharper as its mouth descended upon the man she loved.

Then, as if it hadn’t done anything at all, it disappeared into the sand.

Her breath caught in her lungs and she stopped breathing. The world felt absolutely silent and gone around her, even if the battle still raged on.

Feeling entirely numb, Omera stumbled backwards, unable to continue moving with the rest of the fleeing army. She instead watched the ground where the dragon had disappeared with a palm pressed to her rapidly beating heart to see if maybe, maybe Din had a plan.

Maybe he hadn’t just run straight into the belly of a krayt dragon with an explosive bantha and no other thoughts in his head.

After a handful of seconds that felt like an eternity, the ground began to shake. The dragon burst from the earth, releasing a roar of pain, and she saw Din soaring out of its mouth with his jet pack.

In the next instant, there was an explosion that shook the entire valley, a violent shockwave emanating from the beast as it was torn apart from the energy of the detonation.

With a relieved gasp for air, Omera closed her eyes and allowed herself to smile. They had been successful. The dragon had been slain.

From his spot flying above the explosion, Din flew toward her, settling on the ground with ease.

She approached him swiftly, clamoring to touch him, as gross is it would be. He dripped with green fluid from the belly of the creature, but all she cared about was knowing that he was alive; that she could touch him and know he had survived.

Her fingers settled on the braces of his forearms and she held on tight. She finally felt as if she could breathe easy again.

“I’m sorry if I scared you,” Din apologized instantly. “It was the only way.”

Omera shook her head. “I’m just glad you’re alright.”

For a few seconds, they stared at one another, not saying anything at all. Her mind felt empty, but she was so full of gratitude and adrenaline-fueled joy that she almost wanted to admit to him that she loved him.

Reality settled in before she could do something so out of place. She pulled away from the Mandalorian and took a half step backward.

“Let’s get the children,” Din said. “We should probably head back to the ship as soon as we can.”

Omera smiled. “Your son will be anxious to see you.”

When they approached the small alcove where Winta sat, cradling the Child tightly to her chest. Their eyes both lit up at the sight of them.

“Mama!”

Winta scrambled to her feet and eagerly handed the Child to his father before she wrapped Omera in a snug, tight hug.

“Are you alright, my love?” Omera asked, cradling the back of her head.

Winta nodded. Omera kissed the top of her daughter’s head and looked up in time to see the Child with his hands on Din’s helmet, cooing warmly as Din cradled him in the crook of his arm.

“Alright, alright,” Din mumbled. “You’re excited. I get it.”

Omera chuckled. Winta detached herself from her and went to Din. Her arms went around his waist, hugging him just as tight as she’d hugged Omera. He seemed surprised, but with a glance downwards, he put his hand on her back.

“Are you okay?” Winta asked him.

“Yes. We defeated the dragon.”

Omera couldn’t help but smile softly at the sight of Din with both of the children wrapped in his arms. Her heart felt impossibly full, somehow, after having very nearly broken just minutes ago.

“What will we do now?” Winta asked, her smile bright as she stepped away from the Mandalorian.

“We’ll return to the ship,” Din said. “Keep looking for another of my kind.”

Winta nodded. “And we’ll go too?”

Omera and Din exchanged glances. She could tell that he was just as curious to know what she thought of the mission they’d found themselves on and if she wanted to continue on the path forward.

She’d been nervous that something like this would happen when she agreed to come with him. A near-death experience was likely in the daily agenda of a Mandalorian. Even so, she had faith, perhaps blind, that Din would take care of them, and that this journey would give them a tighter bond.

“Yes,” Omera agreed, “we’ll go too.”

Her daughter beamed up at her, then looked at Din. “Since we’re still going to be traveling together, what should I call you?”

The Mandalorian hesitated for a moment in silence, probably debating whether or not he wanted Winta to know his name. “You can call me Din.”

“Din,” Winta repeated. “Okay.”

“Don’t say it among strangers,” Omera said gently. “Out of respect.”

Winta bobbed her head with understanding and reached for Omera’s hand.

Omera took a steadying breath. After the day they’d had, she felt tired and wished for a place to rest, but it was likely they wouldn’t have any rest for a while.

Almost immediately, the Tuskens got to work carving up the fallen dragon in the sand. It smelled awful, but it was a relief to all that it was gone now.

They offered them a hunk of meat from the dragon, thanking them for their part in the execution of the plan, and Din secured it to the back of his speeder bike.

Once they found Cobb Vanth, the man followed through on his end of the deal he’d made with the Mandalorian. He gave Din the armor with a smile, not one ounce of remorse in his features.

“This was well-earned.”

Din took the well-worn suit of armor and added it to his growing collection of gifts on the speeder.

“It was my pleasure.”

Cobb turned to Omera and Winta. “Thank you for your help. Couldn’t have done it without you.” He looked at the Mandalorian for a moment. “I’ve never seen someone act so quick on their feet like this man here. You should be proud.”

She couldn’t help but smile fondly, casting her gaze onto Din. “We all worked together. We should all be proud of what we accomplished today.”

With a bright grin, Cobb shook Din’s hand. “I hope our paths cross again, Mando.”

“As do I.”

“You too, Omera.” Cobb winked. He took a few steps back, gesturing to the Mandalorian with a tilt of his head. “Keep an eye on this one. He’s nothin’ but trouble.”

Omera laughed. “I will.”

Once they were all settled on their speeder bikes, Omera gave Din a nod of approval and a smile that reflected the contentment she felt.

They hadn’t found a Mandalorian on Tatooine, but instead, she had seen him lead the once divided valley into peace. How lucky was she that she could be on a journey with someone capable of accomplishing something like that?

Din was ever so patient, waiting for her to give him the all-clear. “Ready to go?”

Omera nodded again. She lifted her scarf from where it rested around her neck to cover her mouth. “We’ll follow your lead.”

#mandomera #din x omera #the mandalorian #my writing #the edge of hope #weeeee the adventure begins!

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lyalii · 3 years

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dni if you are: US president Joseph R. Biden, a Taylor Swift stan, put on your shoes sock-shoe-sock-show, think that Wagner was a good composer and person, send rough day anon hate mail, put milk in your tea, read philosophy for fun, are an evangelical, are straight but say “i’m basically bisexual because i like to kiss girls when im drunk hahahaha”, don’t think Kit Fisto is a sexy sea god, a reylo, a Ben Solo apologist, unironically despise Darklina, think Omera was abusive for trying to remove Din’s helmet, unironically think Din is stupid, unironically think din is in an extremist cult, unironically think that chapter 16 was the best way the series could have ended, Vladimir Putin, or don’t support a b1 battle droid union.

#shitpost #THIS IS A JOKE #most of these at least #except for the joe biden and anon hate male one

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novembermurray · 3 years

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A Very Special Day

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Rating: General

Pairing: Din Djarin x Omera

Summary: Winta figured that Din knew absolutely nothing about how to plan a successful picnic, so of course she had to help him when he asked. It would be a disaster otherwise. He never did explain what the big occasion was... something important for her mother and for Winta.

For @mandomeraweek Day 4 - Prompt: Family

Winta paused in collecting little white daisy flowers when a pair of familiar brown boots stopped in the grass in front of her. She looked up, squinting into the sunlight bouncing off the Mandalorian’s shiny helmet— Din’s helmet. He had recently told her his name and said she can use it, even if it still seemed a little strange.

“I would like your help,” he said, right to the point.

“With what?”

“Tomorrow is… a special day. I want to prepare a picnic,” he sounded unsure and shifted on his feet.

“Like with food?”

He nodded.

“And fruit juice?”

He nodded again.

“For momma?”

He hesitated, then said, “for her and for you.”

Winta considered. Din was very good at shooting things with his blaster, lifting heavy objects, and fixing things, but he wasn’t very good at making food or organizing anything fun. He would need a lot of help if it was going to be a good picnic. It had been a long time since Winta got to have a picnic with her mother, and if they were going to have one, it should be a good one. Her mind made up, Winta put the flowers she had gathered in her pocket and stood up, brushing the grass off her knees.

“Ok. I will help you. But you have to do everything I say.” She was pleased when Din nodded very seriously in agreement. He offered her his hand to take as they walked back to the house.

“Have you ever had a picnic before?”

“It was very long ago. I was younger than you are now.”

“That’s a very very long time,” Winta frowned. This was going to be harder than she first expected.

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They went back home and Winta hunted down the largest basket they had. It was currently full of neatly folded laundry, mostly Winta and her mother’s dresses but there were a few of Din’s shirts and his socks in there as well. It was still a little strange to see his things mixed in with theirs. He had come back at the beginning of winter and it was well into summer now so he had been around for a while. Maybe it was just strange because Winta kept expecting him to leave again. He did leave sometimes. He had a ship and he would fly away in it. He always came back within a few days so far. But one day, he might not. Winta emptied the basket and went to meet Din in the kitchen.

He was removing the jars of fruit juice from the ice box and considering them.

“Meiloorun or Jogan?” He showed them to her.

“Momma likes Jogan.”

“I know she likes both. Which do you like better?”

“Meiloorun.” Winta admitted. He put the Jogan juice back and packed the other into the basket she offered him. She got busy finding all the things they would need, like a blanket to sit on, cups, and napkins. She paused when she passed her mother’s favorite vase up on a high shelf. Her mother liked to fill it with flowers and pretty plants on special occasions. Winta wondered if this would count; come to think of it, Din hadn’t told her what the special occasion was.

“What is this picnic for?”

“Maybe I just want to do something nice for you and your mother,” he said, helping to organize the picnic supplies in the basket. “You both have been very kind to me.”

“You said it was a special day. Are you going to ask my momma to marry you?” She asked. Some of the other adults had been talking about that when her mother wasn’t around and they thought Winta wasn’t listening.

Din shook his head. “Not tomorrow.” He started pulling out the ingredients for sandwiches with his back turned to Winta. “What would you think if I did, a-ask your mother to…” he paused to take a deep breath, “marry me?” He was fiddling with the bowl of krill in his hands and not looking at her. She considered him for a long minute before answering.

“Momma smiles more when you are here and she gets sad when you leave. If you married her then you would have to stay and that would be good. She likes you a lot.”

“And what about you? Do you like me?” He came back over to the table and sat down across from her. Winta paused in arranging the cups to look at his helmet. She thought the helmet was scary the first time she saw it with the dark slit where his eyes should be. It was easy to think that he was frowning or angry all the time under the helmet, but the more he was around the more she thought he probably smiled a lot under there, especially around her mother.

“I think you are like a long-leg-bug.” She declared and he tipped his head to the side questioningly. “You look like a scary spider but you aren’t. You only eat bugs that are bad for the garden and you never bite people, so you are very good to have around and not mean, even if you look like you should be.”

Before he could respond, the porch floorboards creaked and rattled as someone walked over them; Winta’s mother was home.

“Quick, in the basket!” Winta order Din.

“But—”

“Hurry! You’ll ruin the surprise! ”

He put the sandwich materials into the basket quickly and Winta jumped in front of it.

“What are you two up to?” her mother asked walking in with her gardening tools in hand and looking suspiciously at the strange pair she found in her kitchen.

“We were—”

“Checking for beetle-ants!” Winta lied before Din could spill the secret.

“Oh?”

“Yes. None here though.”

“That’s good. Well, I hope you put away the laundry that was in that basket.” Her mother went into the storage closet to put away her tools, briefly disappearing behind the curtained doorway.

“Hide it there,” Winta whispered to Din and pointed under one of the counters, “and you will owe me!” He nodded very seriously and she ran off to put away the laundry she had dumped on the floor before her mother saw it. She was carrying her dresses back to her room when she caught their voices floating through the kitchen doorway. She knew that eavesdropping was bad, but she stopped to listen anyway.

“What were you two talking about?” her mother asked Din.

“She was telling me that I’m a long-leg-bug.”

“Hmmm. That’s the first I’ve heard of it. Where are you hiding your other legs then?”

Din chuckled. He had a nice laugh, Winta thought, even if he didn’t do it very often. “She meant it as a compliment… I think.” Winta almost went on putting away the laundry thinking they were done talking when he spoke again quite suddenly. “You’re sure about this? This… is ok?”

“Only if it is what you want.” Her mother sounded very serious which confused Winta. She couldn’t figure out what they were talking about.

“I… yes. It is,” Din admitted in reply.

“Then I’m very sure,” her mother said. Winta thought she heard shuffling, Din’s armor clanking, and then a hissing sound like some kind of air releasing. She definitely heard the unmistakable sound of kissing, and Winta didn’t want to listen to that, so she went back to putting away laundry.

The next morning came, and Winta was practically vibrating with excitement. She did her morning chores as quickly as possible and helped Din get all the rest of the picnic ingredients ready before they went to collect her mother from the krill ponds. The three of them set off into the woods towards Winta and her mother’s favorite picnic spot. It was a lake side clearing with a stream that ran from it, making little pools along the hillside that you could step in and catch little frogs and fish. Winta kept telling them to hurry up and walk faster, but they were old and slow, so it took a long time to get there. She ran off to see the little pools while Din and her mother set up the picnic. They called her back when everything was ready to eat.

Winta stood over the spread with a smile of satisfaction. Yes, it was a wonderful picnic. Thanks to her Din had gotten all the necessary items. Her mother patted the blanket beside her and Winta sat with her across from Din.

“Did Din tell you what today is?” her mother asked, brushing some stray hair from Winta’s forehead.

“No. What is special about today?” Winta asked the Mandalorian. He was fidgeting with something in his lap and took a long moment to respond.

“When I was young, not much younger than you, something terrible happened to my home—the place where I was born,” Din explained softly. “I lost my parents, but I was saved by someone—a Mandalorian. A while later that Mandalorian decided he would look after me, take care of me until I was old enough to take care of myself. So on this day, many years ago, he adopted me—I became his son and he became my father from then on.”

“Was he a nice dad?” Winta asked.

“He was…” Din hesitated and looked away, his helmet flashing in the sunlight. “He taught me many things, how to survive and how to be a Mandalorian. It isn’t an easy thing to teach. I owe him a lot.” Din took a deep breath and glanced down at the object he was fiddling with. It was shiny like his armor but Winta couldn’t make out what it was. “I would like… if you would be… if it would be ok with you, to do the same... for you. To adopt you. You would be my daughter, and I would be your father.”

Winta tensed up and tried to figure out what that would mean.

“Would that mean that the baby—that Grogu would be my brother?”

Din nodded. “He would.”

“Would that mean that you would stay with us forever?”

“For as long and as often as I can.”

“Would you marry momma?”

Din swallowed. “Maybe, if she wanted to marry me. But that’s something else. I care for your mother, but I care for you differently. If I adopt you, it isn’t because I’m marrying your mother and if we don’t remain… together, her and I, I would still be your father. I would still care for you, protect you and do whatever I can to help you.”

“But I’m not Mandalorian like you.”

Din shook his head. “Grogu isn’t Mandalorian, and he is my son. I wasn’t Mandalorian when my father adopted me either. It was something I chose to become. We have a saying ‘aliit ori’shya tal’din’ . It means ‘family is more than blood’. Your family is who you care for and who cares for you. Mandalorian, Jedi, or whatever you decide you want to be.”

Winta looked at him thoughtfully. Din was nice, and he protected her and her mother. He made her feel safe, and he helped her when he could, though he needed a lot of her help too, obviously. If he was her dad they could look out for each other and both look out for her momma. It would be nice to have him around forever—or as much of forever as possible.

“Ok. I would like to be your daughter then.”

He let out a sigh that sounded like relief and said some more words she didn’t understand: “Ni kyr'tayl gai sa'ad, Winta. I know your name as my child. Haat, ijaa, haa'it. ” He lifted up the object he was fiddling with and motioned her forward. Winta shuffled a little closer on her knees curiously. He looped a cord over her head and let the shiny pendant fall into her palm. It was an odd skull-like shape with curving horns.

“From this moment forward, you are my daughter. I will protect and care for you, less you disown me, until my last breath.”

“What is it?” Winta asked him, turning the pendant in her hand.

“A Mythosaur, the symbol of the Mandalorians. If you need aid from a Mandalorian you can show that to them and tell them you are Din Djarin’s daughter. They will recognize the beskar and what it means. It is very valuable, so be careful who sees it.”

“Ok,” Winta nodded, smiling at her new necklace, She flopped back into a sitting position and looked up at his visor. “Should I call you ‘dad’ now?”

“You can if you wish.”

“What did you call your Mandalorian dad?”

“Buir . It means father… or mother, actually.”

“Boo-eer,” Winta tried out the word and nodded, smiling to herself. She had a whole family now: a mother, a father, and a brother, even if he couldn’t be there right at that moment.

“Ready to eat?” her mother asked.

“Ok,” Winta nodded enthusiastically, until it struck her suddenly. “But wait! Where will Din eat?” She looked around the clearing and the sparse tree cover nearby. There was nowhere hidden where he could remove his helmet without being seen.

“The only people here are you and Omera,” Din said. “You’re family now. I don’t have to hide my face from family.”

Winta’s eyes went so wide she thought they might be coming out of her head. Surely he was lying. But Din reached up to the sides of his helmet and it made the hissing sound of escaping air as it started sliding up. Winta stared at the stranger sitting in front of her in Din’s armor and holding his helmet.

He looked…soft. His face was kinda round and his nose was curved. He had big brown eyes that were deep and warm with little lines around them that crinkled. His hair was dark and curled a little, partly stuck to his head from the helmet she’d guess, and there was some dark hair across his jaw, his chin, and his upper lip. He swallowed and cleared his throat, a crease forming in his brow like the one her mother got when she was unhappy but it was deeper on Din. He reached over to the napkin with their sandwiches and picked one up, holding it out to her.

Winta took it slowly, still staring at his face. She bit into her food without looking away. He took a sandwich and bit off a corner, munching it while he watched her watching him. She swallowed her bite.

“You have a nice face.”

His eyebrows rose and he paused his chewing.

“That’s good. I wouldn’t want my dad—my buir to have an ugly face.” She stumbled a little over the unfamiliar word but she figured it would take a little getting used to.

He swallowed his bite of sandwich, wincing as it went down like he’d forgotten to finish chewing, but he was smiling too. Yes, Winta thought, it was a nice face, especially when he smiled.

“Momma, you should have one too,” Winta turned to pass a sandwich to her mother. “I taught him how to make them just the way I like.”

Her mother was grinning but whipping her face like she was crying.

“What’s wrong?” Winta asked, suddenly afraid that she had made a mistake.

“Nothing, baby,” her mother assured her, pulling her daughter into a warm embrace. “Everything is wonderful.”

Winta wriggled in her mother’s arms enough to look at Din—at her buir.

“Now that you’re my dad, you have to join family hugs too,” she primly informed him. Din’s smile grew even bigger and he got up, circling around to sit behind Omera and pulled both of them against his armored chest. Winta heard him kiss her mother’s head and then felt him bend down to place a kiss on her hair too. She smiled into her mother’s shoulder.

It was, she decided, a very special day and the very best picnic ever.

#mandomeraweek2021 #the mandalorian #fanfic #my writing #din x omera #din & winta

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